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Or nad it err'd, or made some strokes amisse, Then if the Muses can forbid to die, (For who can portray vertue as it is?)

As we their priests suppose, why may not I ! Art might with nature haue maintain'd her strise, Although the least and hoarsest in the quire, By curious lines to imitate true life.

Cleare heames of blessed immortality inspire But now those pictures want their liuely grace, To k epe thy blest remembrance euer young, As after death none can well draw the face: Still to be freshly in all ages sung: We let our friends passe idlely like our time, Or if my worke in this vnable be, Till they be gone, and then we see our crime, Yet shall it euer line, vpheld by thee: And think what worth in thein might haue beene For thou shalt liue, though poems should decay, known,

Since parents teach their sonnes, thy prayse to say;'
What dutjes done, and what affection showne : And to posterity, from hand to hand
Vntimely knowledge, which so deare doth cost, Conuay it with their blessing and their land.
And then beginnes when the thing knowne is lost. Thy quiet rest froin death, ibis good deriues
Yet this cold loue, this enuie, this neglect, Instead of one, it gives thee many lives :
Proclaimes 's modest, while our due respect While these lines last, thy shadow dwelleth here,
Tu goodnesse is restraiu'd by serwile feare, Thy fame, it selfe extendeth eu'ry where ;
Lest to the world, it Batt'ry should appeare : In Heau'n our hopes have plac'd thy better part:
As if the present houres desc-sud no prayse: Tbine image liues, in thy sad husband's heart :

is past, whose knowledge onely stayes Who as when he enioy'd th-e, he was chiefe
On that weake prop which memory sustaines, In loue and comfort, so is he now in griefe.
Should be the proper subject of our straines :
Or as if foolish men asham'd to sing
Of violets, and roses in the spring,
Should tarry till the fow’rs were blowne away,

VPON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE
And till the Muse's life and heate decay;
Then is the fury slak'd, the vigour fled,

LORD HENRY, EARLE OF SOUTHAMPTON,
As here in mine, since it with her was dead :
Which still may sparkle, but shall flame no more, Wher now the life of great Southampton ends,

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Because no time shall her to us restore :
Yet may these sparks, thus kindled with her fame, His fainting seruants, and astonish'd friends
Shine brighter and liue longer than somne flame.

Stand like so many weeping marble stones,
Here expectation vrgcth mne to tell

No passage left to vtter sighes, or grones : Her high perfections, which the world knew well. And must I first dissolue the bonds of griefe, But they are farre beyond my skill t' vnfold,

And straine forth words, to giue the rest reliefe ? They were poore vertues if they might be told.

I will be bold my trembling voyce to trie, But thoni, who faine would'st take a gen'rall view That his dear name, may not in silence die. Of timely fruites which in this garden grew,

The world must pardon, if my song bee weake; On all the vertues in men's actions lopke,

In such a case it is enough to speake : Or reade their names writ in some morall booke; My verses are not for the present age : And summe the number which thou there shalt find : For what man liues, or breathes on England's stage, So many liu'd, and triumph'd in her minde. That knew not braue Southampton, in whose sight Nor dwelt these graces in a house obscure,

Most plac'd their day, and in his absence night? But in a palace faire, which might allure

I striue, that vnborpe children may conceiue, The wretch who no respect to vertue bore

Of what a jewell angry fates bereaue To loue it, for the garments which it wore.

This mournefull kingdome, and when heauy woes So that in ber the body and the soule

Oppresse their liearts, thinke ours as great as those: Contended, which should most adorue the whole. In what estate shall I him first expresse, O happy soule, for such a body meete,

In youth, or age, in joy, or in distresse? How are the firme chaines of that vnion sweete,

When he was young, no ornament of youth Disseuer'd in the twinkling of an eye?

Was wanting in him, acting that in truth And we amaz'd dare aske no reason why,

Which Cyrus did in shadow, and to men But silent think, that God is pleas'd to show,

Appear'd like Peleus' sonne from Chiron's den ; That he hath workes, whose ends we cannot know :

While through this island fame his praise reports, Let vs then cease to make a vaine request,

As best in martial deedes, and courtly sports : To learne why die the fairest, why the best;

When riper age with winged feete repaires, For all these things, which mortals hold most Graue care adornes bis head with siluer haires; deare,

His valiant feruour was not then decaide, Most slipp’ry are, and yeeld lesse ioy then feare; But joyn'd with counsell, as a further aide, And being lifted high by men's desire,

Behold bis constant and vndaunted eye, Are more perspicuous markes for heau'nly fire; In greatest danger when condemn'd to dye, And are laid prostrate with the first assault, He scornes th' insulting aduersaries breath, Because, our loue makes their desert their fault. And will admit no feare, though neere to death : Then justice, vs to some amends should mooue But when our gracious soueraigne had regain'd For this our fruitelesse, nay our hurtfull loue; This light, with clouds obscur'd in walls detain'd : We in their honour piles of stone erect,

And by his fauour plac'd this starre on high, With their deare names and worthy prayses deckt:

Fixt in the garter, England's azure skie; But since those faile, their glories we rehearse, He pride (which dimms such change) as much did In better marble, euerlasting verse:

As base deiection in his former state: (hate, by which we gather from consuining houres,

When he was call'd to sit, by loues command, Suine parts of them, though time the rest deuoures; 1 Among tbe demigods, that raio this land,

No pow'r, no strong perswasion could him draw Few men the clouds of errour can remooue,
From that, which he conceiu'd as right and law. And know what ill tauoide, what good to loue :
When shall we in this realme a father finde For what do we by reason seeke or leaue,
So truly sweet, or husband halfe so kinde? Or wbat canst thou so happily conceive,
Thus be enjoyde the best contents of life,

But straight thou wilt thine enterprise repent, Obedient children, and a louing wife.

And blame thy wish, when thou behold'st th' euent? These were his parts in peace; but O how farre The easie gods cause houses to decay, This noble soule excell'd it selfe in warre :

By granting that, for which the owners pray; He was directed by a natrall vaine,

In warre we aske for hurtfull things, True honour by this painefull way to gaine.

The copious flood of specch to many brings Let Ireland witnesse, where he first appeares,

Vntimely death; another rashly dyes, And to the fight his warlike ensignes beares.

While he vpon his wond'rous strength relyes : And thou O Belgia, vert in hope to see

But most by heapes of money choked are, The trophees of bis conquests wrought in thee, Which they haue gather'd with too earnest care, But Death, who durst not meete him in the field, Till others they in wealth as much excell, In priuate hy close trech’ry made him yeeld.

As British whales above the dolphins swell: I keepe that glory last, which is the best,

In bloody tiines by Nero's fierce commands, The loue of learning, whieh he oft exprest

The armed troope about Longinus stands, By conuersation, and respect to those

Rich Seneca's large gardens circling round, Who had a name in artes, in verse or prose :

And Lateranus palace much renown'd. Shall euer I forget with what delight,

The greedy tyrant's souldier seldome comes, He on my simple lines would cast his sight?

To ransack beggers in the vpper roomes. His onely mem'ry my poore worke adornes,

If siluer vessels, though but few thou bear'st, He is a father to my crowne of thornes :

Thou in the night the sword and trunchion fear'st; Now since his death how can I euer looke,

And at the shadow of each reed wilt quake, Withont some teares, rpon that orphan booke? When by the moonelight thou perceiu'st it shake : Ye sacred Muses, if ye will admit

But he that trauailes empty feeles no griefe, My name into the roll, which ye have writ

And boldly sings in presence of the thiefe: Of all your seruants, to my thoughts display

The first desires, and those which best we know Some rich conceipt, some vnfrequented way,

In all our temples, are that wealth may grow, Which may hereafter to the world commend

That riches may increase, and that our chest A picture fit for this my noble friend :

In publike banke may farre exceed the rest; For this is nothing, all these rimes / scorne ;

But men in earthen vessels neuer drinke Let pens be broken, and the paper torne :

Dyre poysons : then thy selfe in danger thinke, And with his last breath let my musick cease,

When cups beset with pearles thy hand doth hold, Vnlesse my lowly poem could increase

And precious wine burnes bright in ample gold: In true description of immortall things,

Dost thou not perceiue sufficient cause, And rays'd aboue the Earth with nimble wings,

To give those two wise men deseru'd applause, Fly like an eagle from his fun'rall fire,

Who when abroad they from their thresholds Admir'd by all, as all did him admire.

stept,
The one did alwaies laugh, the other wept?
But all are apt to laugh in eucry place,

And censure actions with a wrinkled face;
AN EPITAPH

It is more maruell how the other's eyes

Could moysture find his weeping to suffice. PON THAT HOPEFUL YOUNG GENTLEMAN, THE LORD

Democritus did ener shake nis spleene

With laughter's force; yet had there never been Here lies a souldier, who in youth desir'd Within his natjue soyle such garments braue, His valiant father's noble steps to tread,

And such vaine signes of honour as we haue. And swiftly from his friends and countrey-fled,

What if he saw the pretor standing out While to the height of glory he aspir'd.

From lofty chariots in the thronging rout,

Clad in a coate with noble paline-trees wrought, The cruell Fates with bitter enuy fir'd,

A signe of triumph, from Ioue's temple brought, To see warre's prudence in so young a head, And deckt with an imbrodred purple gowne,

Sent from their dusky canes, to strike him dead, Like hangings from his shoulders trailing downe : A strong disease in peacefull robes attir'd. No necke can lift the crowne which then he weares, This murd'rer kills him with a silent dart,

For it : publike seruant sweating beares; And bauing drawne it bloody from the sonne,

And lest the consull should exceed in pride,

Å slane with himn in the same coach doth ride. Throves it againe into the father's heart, And to his lady boasts what he hath done.

The bird wlich on the ju'ry scepter stands,

The cornets, and the long officious bands What helpe can men against pale Death prouide, Of those that walke before to grace the sight, When twice withio few dayes Southampton dide? The troope of seruile Romans cloth'd in white,

Which all the way vpon thy horse attends,
Whom thy good cheare and purse haue made thy

friends ;
IVVENAL SAT. X.

To him each thing he meets occasion mooues

Of earnest laughter, and his wisdome prooues, In all the countries, which from Gades extend That worthy men, who great examples giue, To Ganges, where the morning's beames asоend, In barb'rous countries and thicke a yre may lines

WRIOTIIESLEY

He laught at common people's cares and feares ;

The lawes of measures in a ragged gowne, Oft at iheir joyes, and sometimes at their teares, And breake small vessels in an empty towne! He in contempt to threatning fortune throwes By this time I perceive thou hast confest, A halter, and his scornefull finger showis.

That proud Seianus could not wish the best : We rub the knees of gods with waxe, to gaine He that for too much wealth and honour cares, From then such things as hurtfull are, or vaine;

The neaped lofts of raysed towres prepares, Pow'r subject to fierce spite, casts many downe,

Whence from the top his fall declines more stoepe, Whom their large stiles, and famous titles drowne. And headlong ruine drawes him to the deepe. The statues fall, and through the street are roll!!:

This done, rich Crassus and the Pompeys threw, The wheels, which did the chariots weight vphold,

And him who Romane freedome could sabdue, Are knockt in pieces with the hatchets stroke : Because to height hy cunning they aspire, 'The harmelesse horses legs are also broke: And enuious gods give way to their desire. The fires inake hissing sounds, the bellowes blow, Few tyrants can to Plato's court discend, That head dissolu'd, must in the furnace glow, Without fierce slaughter, and a bloody end. Which all with honours like the gods did grace.

Demosthenes' and Tolly's fame and speech, The great Seianus crackes, and of that face, Each one that studies rhet'rike, will beserch Which once the second in the world was nam'd, At Pallas' hands, apıl during all the dayes Are basons, frying pans, and dishes fram'd. Of her Quinquatria for this onely prayes, Place bayes at home, to loue's chiefe temple walke, Though worshipping her picture basely wrought, And leade with thee a great oxe, white as chalke. Such as with brazeu money he hath bought, Behold Seianus drawne upon a huoke,

While in a little chest his papers lie, All men reioyce, what lips bad be, what looke? Which one poore seruant carries waiting nigh : " Trust me" (saith one) “ I never could abide

Yet both these orators whom he admires, This fellow;" yet none askes for what he dy'd : Dy'd for that eloquence which he desires : None koowes who was the man that bim accus'd;

What did them both to sad destruction bring, What proofes were brought, what testimony vs'd;

But wit which flow'd from an abundant spring? A large epistle fraught with words great store,

The wit of Tully caus'd his bead and hand Troui Capreæ comes : 'tis well, I seek no more, To be cut off, and in the court to stand. The wai'ring people follow fortune still,

The pulpits are not moistned with the flood And bate those whom the state intends to kill. Of any meane vnlearneri pleaders blooil. Had Nurtia fauor'd this her Tuscan child :

When Tully wrote; O Roine most blest by fate, Had he the aged carelessc prince beguild ;

New-borne when I enjoy'd the consul's state : The same base tongues would in that very houre If he his prose had like his verses shap'd, Haue rays'd Seianus to Augustas' pow'r.

He Antony's sliarpe swords might have escap'd. " It is long since that we forbidden arc,

Let critikes here : heir sharpe derision spend, To sell our voyces free from publike care:

Yet those harsh poeins rather I commenų, The people which gaue pow'r in warre and peace,

Than thee, diuine Phili, picke, which in place Now from those troubles is content to cease,

Art next the first, but hast the higliest grace; And eu'ry wish for these two ends bestowe's,

He also with a cruell death expir'd,
For bread in plenty, and Circensian showes. Whose powing torrent Athens so admir'd,
I heare that many are condemn'd to dye ;

Who rul'd th' vnconstant people when he list, No doubt the flame is great, and swelleth high.

As if he held their bridles in his fist. Brutidius looking pale, did meet ine neere

Ah wretched man, begotten with the hate To Mars bis altar, therefore much I feare,

Of all the gods, and by sinister fate, Lest vanquisht Ajax Ond out some pretence,

Whem his poore father, blcare-ey'd with the soote To punish those that faild in his defence :

Of sparkes which from the burning ir'n did shoote, Let us run headlong, trampling Cesar's foe, From coales, tongs, anuile, and the cutler's tooles, While on the bank he lies, our fury show: And durty forge, sent to the rhet'ricke schooles. Let all our seruants sce, and witnesse beare,

The spoyles of warre, some rusty corslet plac'd How forward we against the traytor were,

On maymed trophees, checkcs of helmes defac'd, Lest any should deny, and to the law

Defectiue chariots, conquer'd nauies' decks, His fearefull master by the necke should draw."

And captiues, who themselues with sorrow vexe, These were the speeches of Seianus tben,

(Their faces on triumphant arches wrought) The secret marrures of the basest men.

Are things aboue the blisse of murtall thoughé : Would'st thou be fatter'd, and ador'd by such

For these incitements to this fruitlesse end, As bow'd to him? Would'st thou possess as much? The Rompe, Greeke, and barb'rous captaines tend, Would'st thou give ciuill dignities to these?

This caus'd their danger, and their willing paine, Would'st thou appoint them gen'rals who thee So much their thirst is greater for the gaine Be tutor of the prince, who on the rock (please? Of fame than rertue: for whiat man regards Of Capreæ sits with his Chaldean flock:

Bare vertue, if we take away rewards ? Thou surely seck'st it as a great reward,

In ages past the glory of a few,
Tenioy high places in the field or guard.

Their countrey rasbly to destruction drew,
This thou defend'st, for those that baue no will Desiring prayse and titles full of pride,
To make men die, would baue the power to kill :

Inscribid on graue-stones which their ashes hide, Yet what such farne or fortune can be found,

Which perish by the sauage fig-tree's strength: But still the woes above the joyes abound?

For tombes themselyes must hare their fate at Hadst thou then rather chuse the rich attire

Let Annibal he popder'd in thy mind; [length. Of this great lord, now drawne through common mire, In him thou shalt that waight and value find, Or beare some office in the wretched state

Which fits a great conimander. This is he, Of Gabü, or Fidena, and relate

Whose spirit could not comprehended be

In Africk, reaching from th' Atlantick streames,

Than others : but in each old man we see To Nilus heated with the sunny beames;

The same aspect; his trembling limbs agree And southward stretcht as farre as Ethiope feeds With shaking voyce, and thou may'st add to those. Huge elephants, like those wbich India breeds : A bald head, and a childish dropping nose. He conquers Spaine, which cannot him inclose The wretched man when to this state he comes, With Pyrenæan bills, the Alpes and snowes,

Must break his hard bread with vnarmed gummes, Which nature armes against him, he derides, So lothsome, that his children and his wife And rockes made soft with vineger diuides.

Grow weary of him, he of his owne life; He Italy attaines, yet striues to runne

And Cossus hardly can his sight sustaine,
On further : “ Nothing yet,” saith he, “is done, Though wont to flatter dying men for gaine.
Till Punicke souldiers shall Romes gates deface, Now his benumbed palate cannot taste
And in her noblest streets mine ensignes place.” His meate or drinke, the pleasures now are past
How would this one-ey'd general appeare

Of sensuall lust, yet he in buried fires
With that Getulian beast which did him beare, Retaines vnable and vnfit desires.
If they were set in picture? What became What joy can musicke to his hearing bring,
Of all bis bold attempts ? O deare-bought fame, Though best musicians, yea, Seleucus sing,
He, vanqnisht, into exile headlong flies,

Who purchase golden raiments by their voyce:
Where (all men wondring) he in bumble wise, In theaters he needs not make his choice
Must at the palace doore attendance make, Of place to sit, since that his deafʼncd care
Till the Bythinian tyrant please to wake.

Can scarce the cornets and the trumpets heare : No warlike weapons end that restlesse life,

His boy must cry aloud to let him know
Which in the world caus'd such confused strife. Who comes to see him, how the time doth goe :.
His ring reuengeth all the Romans dead

A feuer only heates his wasted blood
At Cannæ, and the blood which he had shed. In eu'ry part assaulted with a flood
Poole, passe the sharpe Alpes, that thy glory's Of all diseases: if their names thou aske,
dreame

(theame. Thou mayst as well appoint me for a taske May schoole-boyes please, and be their publike To tell what close adulterers Hippia loues ; One world contents not Alexander's mind,

How many sick-men Themison remoues
He thinkes himselfe in narrow bounds confin'd: Out of this world within one autumn's date :
It seems as strait as any little isle,

How many poore confederates of our state,
Or desart rocke to him, whom la wes exile : Have been by griping Basilus distrest :
But wben he comes into the towne, whose walls How many orphane's Trus hath opprest;
Were made of clay, his whole ambition falls To what possessions he is now preferr'd,
Into a graue : death onely can declare

Who in my youth scorn'd not to cut my beard. How base the bodies of all mortals are.

Some feeble are in shoulders, loynes, or thighes, The lying Greekes persuade vs not to doubt, Another is depriu'd of both bis eyes, That Persian nauies sailed round about

And envies those as happy that haue one. The mountaine Athos seger'd from the maine, This man too weake to take his meate alone, Such stuffe their fabulous reports containe : With his pale lips must feede at others' bands, They tell vs what a passage framed was

While he according to his custome stands Of ships, that wheels on solid seas might passe : With gaping iawes like to the swallowes brood, That deepest riders failed we must thinke,

To whom their hungry mother carries food Whose flooils the Medians at one meale could drink: In her full mouth : yet worse in him we find, And must beleeue such other wond'rous things, Than these defects in limbes, a doting mind; Which Sostratus relates with moyst'ned wings. He cannot his owne seruants' names recite, Bat that great king of whom these tales they frame, Nor know his friend with whom he supt last night; Tell me how backe from Salamis he came,

Not those he got and bred : with cruell spots That barb'rous prince who vs'd to whip the winds, Out of bis will his doubtlesse heires he blots, Not suff'ring strokes when Aeolus them binds; And all his goods to Phiale bequeathes : He who proud Neptune in his fetters chain'd, So sweet to him a common strumpet breathes. And thought his rage by mildnesse much restrain'd, But if his senses should not thus be spent, Because he did not braid him for his slane ; His children's fun'ralls he must oft lament Which of the gods would such a master haue. He his deare viue's and brothers' death bemones, But how return'd be with one slender bote, And sees the vrnes full of his sisters' bones. Which through the bloody wanes did slowly flote, Those that live long endure this lingring paine, Oft stay'd with heapes of carkases: these painés That oft they find new causes to complaine, He as the fruits of long-wisht glory gaines.

While they mishaps in their owne house behold, "Giue length of life, O Joue, gine many yeeres," In woes and mournefull garments growing old. Thou prayst with vpright count'nance, pale with The Pylian king, as Homer's verses show, feares

In length of life came nearest to the crow : (beares, Not to be heard, yet fong old age complaines Thou thinkst biin blest whon death so long forOf great continuall griefes which it containes : Who on his right hand now accounts his yeeres ds first a foule and a deforined face

By hundreds with an ancient num'rall signe, Volike it selfe, a rugged hide in place

And hath the fortune oft to drinke new wine. Of softer skin, loose cheekes, and wrinkles made, But now obseruc'how much he blames the law As large as those which in the woodly shade Of Fates, because too large a thread they draw: Of spacious Tabraca, the mother ape

When to Antilochus' last rites he came, Deepe furrow'd ju her aged cbaps doth scrape. And saw his beard blaže in the fun'rall flame, Great diff'rence is in persons that be young,

Then with demands to those that present are, Some are more beautifull, and some inore strong He thus his gre'uous mis'ry doth declare :

“ Why should I last thus long, what hainous crime Should bounteous nature's lib'rall band bestow Hath made me worthy of such spatious tine” Chast disposition, modest lookes, which glow

Like voyces Peleus vs’d, when he bewailid With sanguine blushes, (what more happy thing Achilles, whom vntimely death assail'd :

To boyes can fauourable nature bring? And sad Laertes, who had cause to weepe

Whose inclinations farre more pow'rfull are, For his Vlisses swimming on the deepe.

Than many keepers and continuall care :) When Troy was safe, then Priam might haue gone Yet are they never suffer'd to possesse With stately exequies and solemne mone,

The name of man ; such foal corrupters pressen T'' accompany Assaracus his ghost,

And by the force of large expences trust,
His fun'rall berse, enricht with princely cost, To make their parents instruments of lust,
Which Hector with his other brothers beares, No tyrant in his cruell palace gelt
Amidst the flood of Ilian women's teares.

Deformed youths; no noble child had felt
When first Cassandra practis'd to lament;

Fierce Nero's rapes, if all wry-leg'd had beene : And faire Polyxena with garments tent:

If their necks foule swellings had been seene; If be had dy'd ere Paris plac'd his sayles

If windy tumours had their bellies rays'd; In ventrous ships, see what long age auailes : Or camels' bunches had their backes disprais'd : This caus'd him to be hold his ruin'd towne, Goë now with joy thy young-man's forme affect, The swords and fires which conquer'd Asia drowne; Whom greater dangers, and worse fates expect; Then he, a trembling souldier, off doth cast Perhaps he sborily will the title beure His diademe, takes armour ; but at last

Of a profest adult'rer, and will feare Falls at loue's altar, like an oxe decai'd;

To suffer justly for his wicked fact, Whose pittifull thinne necke is prostrate laid Such paines as angry husbands shall exact : To his hard master's knife, disdained now, Nor can be happier be than Mars his starre, (warte. Because not fit to drawe th' vagratefull plow : T' escape those snares which caught the god of Yet dy'd he humane death; but his corst wife Yet oft that griefe to sharper vengeance drawes, Bark't like a dog, remaining still in life.

Than is permitted by th' indulgent lawes ; To our examples willingly I baste,

Some kill with swords, others with scourges cut, And therefore Mithridates haue orepast;

And some the offenders to foule torments put.
And Croesus whom iust Solon bids t'attend, But thine Endymion happily will proue
And not to judge men bappy till the end.

Some matron's minion, who may merit loue ;
This is the cause that banisht Marius flies,

Yet when Seruilia him with money hires,
That he imprison'd is, and that he lies

He must be hers against his owne desires : ,
In close Minturnæ's fennes to hide his head, Her richest ornaments she off will take,
And neere to conqucr’d Carthage begs his bread. And strip herself of iewels for his sake.
Wise nature had not fram'd, nor Rome brought | What will not Hippia and Catulla giue
A citizen more noble for his worth ; (forth To those, that with them in adult'ry liue :
If hauing to the view his captiues led,

For wicked women in these base respects
And all his warlike pompe, in glory spred; Place all their manners, and their whole affects.
Then bis triumphani soule he forth had sent, But thou wilt say, “Can beauty hurt the chaste
When fronı his Cimbrian chariot downe he went. Tell me what ioy Hippolitus did taste ;
Campania did for Pompey's good provide

What good seuere Bellerophon receiu'd, Strong feuers, which (if he had then espy'd When to their pure intents they strictly cleau'd. What would ensue) were much to be desir'd. Both Sthenobæa and the Cretan queene, But many cities' publike vowes conspir’d,

Asham'd of their repulse, stirr'd vp their teene: And this so happy sicknesse could deface,

For then a woman breeds most fierce debate, Reseruing him to dye with more disgrace:

When shame addes piercing stings to cruell hate. Rome's and his fortune onely sau'd his head How would'st thou counsell bim, whom th’emp'ror's To be cut off when ouercom'n he fled.

Resolues to marry in her husband's life: (wifeThis paine the traytor Lentulus doth scape :

The best and fairest of the lords must dye; Cethegus not disfigurd in his shape,

His life is quencht by Messallina's eye: Enioying all his limbes vnmaimed lyes,

She in her nuptiall robes doth him expect, And Catiline with his whole carkase dyes.

And openly hath in her gardens deckt The carefull mother when she casts her eyes A purple marriage bed, nor will refuse On Venus' temple in soft lowly wise,

To giue a dowre, and ancient rites to vse. Demands the gift of beauty for her boyes,

The cunning wizzard who must tell the doome But askes it for her girles with greater noyse, Of this successe, with notaries must come : [view, At common formes her wish she neuer staies, Thou think'st these things are hid from publike But for the height of delicacy prayes.

And but committed to the trust of few. And why should'st thou reproue this prudent choice? Nay, she will haue her solemne wedding drest Latona in fair Phebe doth reioyce.

With shew of law: then teach him what is best : O but Lucretia's haplesse fate deterres,

He dies ere night vnlesse he will obay ; That others wish not such a face as hers;

Admit the crime, he gaines a little stay, Virginia her sweet feature would forsake,

Till that which now the common people heares, And Rutila's crook'd backe would gladly take. May come by rumour to the prince's eares : Where sonnes are beautifull, the parents, vext For he is sure to be the last that knowcs With care and feare, are wretched and perplext. T'he secret shame which in his houshold growes :. So seldome an exact consent betweene

Thy selfe a while to her desires apply, Well-favour'd shapes and chastity is seene. And life for some few dayes so dearely buy. For should they be with holy manners tauglit What way soeuer he as best shall chuse, In bomely houses, such as Sabines wrought; 'That faire white nocke be by the sword must luse.

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