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With works of worth (good in a high degree) Though this strict course which parents thus did Some infidels did such perfections show,
take, That by our best they hardly match'd can be, To grace their charge, did but from rigour flow, Whilst we admire their strength, our weaknesse All (though they may not spoile, what God doth know,
make) And if my Maker's will not governd me
May boldly use what they so much doe owe; To aske no reason where I reverence ow
Some Ethnickes' children, if we doe looke backe, Oft would I grieve, and even strange thoughts em- By piety did admirable grow: brace,
“ And onely then when just affections shine, That such good natures should bave had no grace. By being naturall, men doe prove divine.”
These Persian kings whom prophets' pennes re- Rude Cordalanus, (high disdaine conceiv’d) nowne,
Wrong'd by a part of Rome, reveng'd on all, What Ashur took did to God's flock restore, When left by friends, by foes with joy receiv'd, And edicts made to build their church, and towne, He made them quake who did the world appall; Both rendring theirs, and aiding them with more, And when no hope was how they might be sav’d, Of them two brothers (striving for the crowne) (Loe, vought save kindenesse can make courage With mutuall gifts kept kindnesse as before,
thrally" Yea, he who raign'd, the other grac't, and rais'd; His mother's teares to melt his rigour serr'd, A rare example, never match'd, oft prais'd. Who lost himselfe that his might be preserv’d.
Straight when one nam'd a message from the lord, The weaker sexe, to piety more prone,
The aged Thoas (stolne out from his throne)
quire, Such kings who God and his did thus respect, Who kili'd her children, where she sar'd her sire. May damne who God do know, yet him neglect.
Where all were ill, that lady onely good, Who parents' honour more then Gentiles sought ? Who though she had (of worth what wonders rife?) All Sparta's youth to reverence th' ancients us'd; Incestuous parents, brothers stain'd with bloud, That so his syre from bondage might be brought, Time, state, sexe, race, oppos'd, with all at strife, The gallant Cimon fetters not refus'd;
Blinde father led, griev'd mother's comfort stood, These two by Solon who were happy thought, Her brothers' funerals urg'd with ventred life : Did draw their mother's coach as horses chus'd: In Thebes she altars more deserv'd to have, Though (as was promis’d) not long life to try, Then one to wine, to lust another slave. They in the temple (well employd) did dye.
The Heaven's great monarch with such favour fram'd More of their children Romans did exact,
His law to nature, nature to his law, Then God commands, or nature doth admit; That even in parts where he was never nam'd, He from himselfe whom freedome did distract, At least his precepts where they never saw, Did (his two sonnes accus'd) in judgement sit; To bragge of good, of evill to be asham'd, (Vahappy he who ever prais'd the fact)
A borne instinct, depth in each brest did draw: And them to death ansterely did commit:
As some from vice strict statutes did restraine, This
, as their crime, Rome's state, his credit arg'd, Some freely vertuous, did great glory gaine. By some of force, best by himselfe was purg'd.
Those two brave princes first for worth and place, That valorous youth who strict command receiv'd, The glory of the Greeke and Persian states, (His father abgent) for no fight to presse,
And of Rome's brood, the best for warre, or peace, By courage flatter'd, and by th’ enemies brav'd, Who (Carthage conquering) stablish'd floting fates, That for a battall did himselfe addresse;
Those three (at fortune's height, whom youth did His syre return'd, would no way have him sav'd,
grace,) But since his will, warre's right, he durst trans- Had captives noble, gallant, fayre, great baits: grésse,
Yet them not wrong'd, though won, and from their Both as a victor, and a rebell made,
foes, Causd first to crowne, and then strike off his head. But sav'd their honour, and asswag'd their woes.
Thus (whil'st admir'd) Rome's liberties first lampe, That hunter stout, the forc'd Amazon's sonne,
A martyr's image for not doing ill.
He who was sar'd when lost, and lost when sar'd, Of sinpes discharg'd, though theft the least would Wbo did his father kill, and mother wed,
seeme, Was still (thoughts pure) not guilty, but deceiv'd, Not against God, but men, scarce that indeed, For, when he knew where errour had him led, Not life, nor bonour, what they may redeeme, (His eyes pulld out, no comfort more receiv'd,) Perchance superfluous, and another's need, A greater griefe repentance never bred :
Yet then to kill, scorne parents, lust, blaspheme, As kings from law, free (as unknowne) from shame, This both more danger and disgrace doth breed: Yet (his owne judge) be no excuse would frame. Ah, earthly drosse the greatest care imparts! That powerfull speaker, who did Lais leave,
Theeves, but men's goods, their goods doe steale
their hearts. And scoru'd to buy remorse at such a rate, Last may to plead against those Christians crave, Some Ethnickes were so farre from robbing ought, Sold to their owne, and others' Insts of late,
Or coveting what was another's right, In sinne's exchange, who filthy traffique have,
That what they bad by birth, by gift, or bought, (Save what she gave, they sell) vile Sodome's mate: They spar’d to spend for pleasure as they might. But those are worse, by an imposed price,
But (whil'st their lives were vertue's mirrours Who farme God's statutes, and doe value vice.
thought) As onely jewell which doth it array,
They by rare temperance reach'd perfections height: Shame's crimson ensignes, beautie's credit save;
Whil'st bodie's needs,minde's treasures they pursu'd, The vestall virgins who from fame did stray,
They first themselves, and then the world subdu'd. (Straight buried quicke) to thousands terrour gave; These who still pure, in their first state did stay, That famous Thales, one of seven, thought wise, Were carried, crown'd, in triumph to the grave:
The golden badge who each to other gave, Then valour, shamefastnesse more praise deserves, when some him scorn'd, who riches did despise, That doth force others, this it selse preserves.
As what himselfe not able was to have,
His pregnant sprite new traffique did devise, That second sexe, if as the first, as free,
Which (when enrich'd) he straight, as loath'd, did To burst out all which basbfull thoughts restraine,
leave: For continency in a high degree,
To show good wits, might such things quickly gaine, The Gentiles scroules a number would containe; But should their strength for greater treasures But women all in this unhappy be, [gaine, straine. None knowes, save one, what praise they sometime Who, with his vice, their vertue keepes unknowne, That city sack’t, whereas his wealth was thought, And onely they get fame when quite orethrowne. Then Crcesus, or then Crassus richer he, If scaping Tarquin, Luerece quite obscure,
Who said, when ask'd if he were rob’d of ought, Would have conceal'd the foale attempt for shame, of fortunes some, of minde, he could rob pought,
By one who purpos'd it restor'd should be,
My treasure where I goe is still with me:
Such goods indeed divine should wit bewitch, So to prevent an ignominious name :
Which (th' owners not more poore) make others
rich. Steele onely help'd, shame gave the wound indeed, The modest matron did but blush, not bleed.
The world's great conquerour, conquer'd did reWhat women have their mates more dearely lov'd, By him who was within his tub retird, [maine, Then she whose death redeem'd'Admetus' life? Since holding nought of him, as in disdaine, Then she whose part the burning embers prov'd;
To let the Sunue shine free, who him requirid; Then pale Paulipa, in a generous strife?
Whilst those about scarce could their wrath rei Then she (high courage by affection mov'd)
straine, Who said, (when having try'd the fatall kuife) The king cry'd out, as who his course admir'd: “ Have, bave, deare Pætus, this gives me no paine,
“ If Alexander not, this so moves me, But when thou wound'st thy selfe, then am I slaine ?" That I, no doubt, Diogenes would be.” What course for chastnesse can more glory claime, This show'd the greatnesse of that monarch's minde; Then thralla Virginia's, virgin still to stand, On honour's altar, offred up to fame,
They must be all philosophers or kings, Forc'd for affection, by the father's hand,
Who would the world to serve their humour binde, Who chus'd ng childe to have, ere one with shame, As few the one, all may the other finde,
So to contemne, or to command all things; As courage, rage, and vertue did command :
And what first had the most contentment brings: Syre, lover, luster, childe, whose part was chiefe, For kindenese, madnesse, high disdaine, and griefe? The one yeelds glory, and the other ease.
Great conquests trouble, where contempt may please, The Gentiles' mindes with lofty fancies great, Though violent; and subject oft to change, Who Greece did grace, the best man whom she bred, They did encroach by strength on every state, To worke his friend's content, his enemie's barmes, Whil'st bent for conquest, glory, or revenge, Who made the Thebans of their neighbours dread, Yet loath'd they gaines, which grew by base deceit, By active studies, philosophicke armes, With Spartans onely stealing was not strange : Who left for children, conquests wbere he led, But, though too sharpe their youth ore-look'd a And dy'd victorious, compast with alarmes : space,
He was though still in charge, and honoured most, All when surpris’d, were punisb'd with disgrace (As poore) when dead entomb'd at common cost.
E O Nature's glory, Fortune's phenix, stay! They who inrag'd did tyrannize in Rome,
And all who from their mindes did pitty barre, Thougb (when ouce rais'd) thy vertue might make With that black band in judgement once may come, way.
Who call'd inquisitors tormentors are, How could'st thou, poore, grow great, great, not And may in justice plead a milder doome, rich be?
Nor these in cruelty who passe them farre ; Heaven to the world this wonder would bewray, Since then strange tortures which they frame of late, That poverty and greatnesse might agree : Noneus'd on th’Earth, nor fain'd in Hell more great. But though thy worth, the time, the state conspir'd,
Of Christians' scandall, infamie of men, So poore a magistrate might be admir'd.
You sheepe in show, but ravenous wolves indeede,
Whilst vow'd religious, irreligious tben,
Who fayne devotion whilst you mischiefe breede,
And doe detest the persecutions ten, But in his shadow would let no man touch,
Yet by one endlesse doe them all exceede;
Who make religion as an art of evills,
You who (breath weigb'd as winde, and blood as Who (questors) did their charge corruptly use. Ambiguously æquivocating rave,
Who vent out faith to trafficke so for trust, Rome's ancient consols from the plough retir'd, Glose on an oath, with warrant doe deceave, To fight great kings, and conquer forraine states, Then you, earst Gentiles, Barbars now more just; In food and garments meane, for minde admir'd, If lesse religion, yet more faith they have; Did seorne gold offred, loath corruption's baits, Marke what of theirs may once upbraid your shame, Where some (though knowing God) to wealth as- Who have no sence of sinne, nor care of fame.
pir'd. By treason, usury, and all deceits :
To those of Athens once a course propos’d, If the first Cato doth in Hell remaine,
Which (as he told who onely heard it nam'd) • He may be censor to appoint their paine. Great profit might afford, but if disclos'd,
As monstrous was as any could be dream'd, Bloud was so odious in each Ethnicke's sight,
They (though a multitude) all well dispos’d, That who did kill (as inhumane) none lov'd,
Ere further known that purpose quite disclaim'd; Save when just warre, or law, whil'st ballanc'd right What thing so worthie as would be defraid, Did kindle courage, or the judgement mov'd;
By honour's losse to bitter tongues betraid? The wise Pericles, though long great, he might
That stoat Athenian whom great Xerxes sought, As foe, or judge, have fierce or rigorous prov'd,
Who (twise deluded) had his death design'd, = He bragg'd, when dying, that in Athen's towne,
And long the same would with great summes have None, by his meanes, had worñe a mourning gowne. (His memory did so torment his mind) [bought,
Yet came to him though warranted by nought - Parre from tast-pleasing charmes which harme us Save that he thought a generous foe to find ; must,
Not like to them who from faith given have swerv'd, (So as more simple, I doe thinke lesse bad) Who trusted him (though hated) he preserv'd. They who of soules did transmigrations trust, Al cruelty in such a horrour had,
Those two whose rigour first did Rome displease, That they would neither kill for sport, nor lust, Who long great captajnes, last great tyrants grew, What moor'd, or fell, for ought which suffred, sad: Whilst bent what way to murther with most ease, These who abhorr'd by death, to nurse their life, By papers one, by signes another slew ; With lewes who grudg'd' for flesh, may stand in of those one once, on whom foes sought to seaze, strife.
Fled to his rivall darger did eschew;
And he, though cruell, false, and his chiefe foe, Milde lenity in Sicile's tyrant shin’d,
Yet would, when trusted, not take vengeance soe. When one (though damn'd to dye) enlarg'da space, If not returning at the time assign'd,
Fabricius did his enemy advise, Did binde a friend, his danger to embrace, That his phisitian poyson did intend, And when come backe, with a most generous And with great scorne his judgement did despise, minde,
Who had foes just, a traytour to his friend; He did redeeme his pledge, and urg'd his place : And this to doe nought else did him entise, That man (though mercilesse
pardon gave, But that no crime might his reproach pretend; And with such two, to be a third did crave. This man all treason did abhorre soe much,
That even suspition could his fame not touch,
Rome's second founder, who Gaule's rage did stay, The like by Nero (but in showe) was showne,
When by assault, a citty bent to take, A fatall warrant when one did procure,
A schoole-master his students did betray, Who wish'd that letters he had never knowne, Their parents soe all supplicants to make; That, as his heart, his hand might have been He who did loath to vanquish such a way, [back, pure :
Him naked straight, them stor'd with rods, sent Of meekenessé thus that monster did esteeme, That they his stripes with interest might restore, " No nature is so bad, but good would seeme.” All beating him, who did beate them before.
When Zamae's field bad chang'd Italian fates, That pretious pledge, that voluntary band,
Which can the key of hearts, of Heavens command,
Since she corrupted serv'd to spare the just ; To whom he told, if not ore-com'd by thee, Wrong'd confidence more harmes, then cold distrust. Then I had thought my selfe first of the three.
Base avarice, matcht with ambition blind, A law too popular bent to have crost,
(Faith forfeiting) have so ennobled art, Whilst all the senate was conjur'd in one,
That in this age the differing two might find, When Marius fail'd, in whom they trusted most, Fit cause for each of them to act his part, That all with him from their first course were gone, He who still laugh’d, yet nothing did allow, Then brave Metellus not his courage lost,
He who still weeping at each thing repin'd; But us'de those words, not yeelding when alone, If th’ one scorn'd folly, th'other evills would waile, “ A pilot's part in calmes can not be spi’d, For both of them fitt objects would not faile. In dangerous times true worth is onely tri'd.” To part the world those who did first agree,
Ah, save those two what can the world afford !
One would still sway, the other sinke the mind, When in bis shippe for nougbt save feasting stor’d, Yet who mockes all with most delight is storid, One offered was by seising upon three; Of all their empires to bee ovely lord;
No moment's pleasure can the other find;
Who laughes, he lives, as if of all things lord ; But weighing duty in a high degree, To stray from faith that infidell abhorr'd;
Who weepes, himselfe a slave to all dotb bind;
“ But follies all to miseries doe turne, mourne." And (though thius tempted) from bis faith not fell; And he shall hence have joy, who heere doth In this, this Pompey, Cæsar did excell. A number such as I have marked here,
These Gentiles thus who great examples gave, Of vertue zealous, jealous of their fame,
And though not godly, given to vertue liv'd, Who held both faith, and mutuall duties deere,
Though aym'd at oft, could not the centre have, Did treason loath, and all what fraude did frame,
Hoys'd all their sailes, but at no port arriv'd, At last in judgment boldly may compeere,
Their deeds damve others, but themselves not sare, Those who more knowledge had the more to blame, For their owne glory, not for God's, who striv'd; What men did cor'paut, what God did command,
And (as they hop'd) the world did give them fame, Both humane, divine, who brake every band.
But since not sought, they can no further claime. He who chang'd nature's course, did nations daunt, They who on Earth did with great pleasure passe, Who made great hostes to Alie, the Sunne to stay, That time and course which fates (they thought) He even to those whom purpos’d to supplant,
decreed, Like to provoke who did him first betray,
And when death did dissolve this mortall masse, Did firmely keepe what he did rashly graunt: Would guesse, or else dispute, what should succeed, “None can his owne,' by others' faults defray: Whil'st (as first shining) breaking last like glasse, To violate an oath all should forbeare, (sweare.” If soules immortall were, they doubts did breed : And thinke (though not to whom) by whom they Yet by their fancies freed themselves from paines,
To walke with joy along'st th’Elysian plaines. O what great losse did Christians once receave! By Ladislaus, urg'd to be perjur'd, [crave, What cold amazement then their mindes confounds, Whilst Turkes from Christ for vengeance due did whil'st from bis tombe each one astonish'd starts, Since he (by him prophan'd) had beene injurd ? And heares strange trumpets (thundring forth dread Was he not false who freed one to deceave? Cite naked bodies, yea with naked bearts, (sounds) But though his pardon, God's was not procur'd ; The flying serjeants circling flaming rounds, “ Those who with strangers upright not remaine,
So to assemble people from all parts; Do both themselves and their religion staine.”
At that tribunall which with terrour shines, Then shall the maske from monsters be remoov'd,
To give account of all their soule's designes. Who keepe whilst cruell piety in show,
Yet when they heare who liv'd in light accus'd And false to friends, to princes traitors prov'd, Of crimes more odious then they did commit, The bonds of nature (vipers vile) orethrow,
And that their deeds, as arguments are us'd With fire in darknesse ominously lov’d,
To damne them more, who worse did use their wit, Who (Nero's wish) would kill all with one blow; In hope their ignorance should be excus'd, Like rebells bent to cloake rebellion still,
By that great ludge(who lighting flames) doth sit: Who faining God to serve, his servants kill. It seemes (whilst this some comfort first implyes) That which can reach to Heaven, and God embrace,
A little courage from despaire doth rise. The soule's chiefe treasure whilst kept free from They by all shifts doe seeke themselves to cleare, staine,
Whom nought from errour offred to reclaime, On Earth a vertue, and in Heaven a grace, “Had we (say they) O Lord but chanc'd to heare, Which flow'd from God, we fixe on him againe, As Ninive a prophet in thy name, Religion's oracle, the ground of peace,
No doubt (disdaining what we hold most deare) Which onely serves all trust to entertaine; Thy word bad serv'd rules for our deeds to frame: “ If wanting faith, of good exhausted then, As they with sack-cloth, humbled in the dust, None can converse with God, nor yet with men.” We griev'd for sinne, had fix'd in thee our trust.
“Of thee what people could more knowledge have, | Who usherd oft with guards, did gorgeous ttand,
Th'one (furious) rag'd, and th'other (foolish), ravid, That looke which can cure some, wound others too, None thought in all so many to have seene,
Prophanely cruell, cruelly prophane :
BI"}, As Peter's comfort, doth breed their despaires;
As murth'rers and idolaters have beene. They finde that what their rebell syre did doe, Had forfeited himselfe, and all his heires, [wooe, of monstrous bands, I know not whom to name, A prince when wrong'd should not vile traitours for labours past, who then receive their wage, But when entreated (hearkning to their cares)
As stain'd with bloud, or wrapt in guilty shame, Is (if he grant of grace, that they may live)
Whilst loos'd in lust, or bended up by rage, Milde if he doe forgive, just not to give.
Not knowne to me by sight, no, not by fame,
Y Of our first father, of grosse earth the sonne, There numbers come, drawne out of every age : (Fruits of forbidden fruits which all concerne) Yet some most eminent may be exprest, As did the crime, the costly knowledge wonne, To make the world conjecture of the rest. Went to his race, which without bookes all learne, So that thenceforth bright wisedome was begunne, I see that churle (a godly stocke's first staine) Which of all things with judgement might discerne, Whose avarice no limits had allow'd, And (rotten branches of a poison'd root) (fruit. His daughters bawd, both prostitute for gaine, Each soule doth batch some seeds of that blacke | To coosned lacob sold, but not endow'd;
He, though with him God's prophet did remaine, The fatall heires of knowing ill and good,
Who to dumb blockes abbominably bow'd : Ere statutes grav'd in stone were set in sight,
Shall then bebold his throne with state eréct'd, How God was pleas'd, or griev'd, they understood, whom all his race had serv'd, and he neglecta. As the first errour did direct them right, So that all those who were before the floud, Were damn'd, or sav'd, judg'd by innated light:
Those with long lives in contemplation still, That science rob’d, which Nature's law did prove,
Who first did study starres, and measure Heaven, Of ignorance all colour did remove.
As of some learning, authors of much ill,
On nature's course to dote, too fondly given, 0! how the Ethnickes then with grievous moanes, from whom he fed (as was his father's will) For desp'rate anguish roaring, horrour howle, Whose faith (a patterne) th' Earth could never A heavy murmur, with rebounding groanes, Doth breathe abroad the burthen of each soule ; Not that he feard by them, infect'd to be, Some who of late had been enstalPd in thrones, No, no, he loath'd what God dislik't to see. Are then abborr'd, as Stygian monsters foule : O what strange change is at an instant wrought! Most wretched they, who had been happy thought. These curions braines that search'd Heavens hid
For the Creator, creatures did adore,
And in all formes, as fancie's fits inspir'd;
All that abhorr'd to which they once aspir'd: THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGEMENT.
And idols which for them no voice could use,
THE SIXTH HOURE.
Some who themselves prophanely did defile,
That land voluptuous, which had beene so long
Some who below with pomp their progresse past,
These who by habite, Hebrew-haters grew,