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THE EIGHTH HOURE.
An innocent for gratefall offring slaine,
Whose suffring did a martyr's glory gaine.
The old man's griefe with comfort to asswage TAE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGMENT.
(God's owne when weake are strengthened still by
With other ancients of that infant age,
Most part of whom from him deriv'd their race: The patriarchs, kings, and prophets most renown'd, In his sonne's time (whil'st vice had dow'd ov'r all) Who came with God by conference friends to be,
On God againé, who then began to call.
He most is mark'd amidst this glorious traine, And in all temporall blessings did abound,
Who walk'd' with God, when here, as wholly his, Yet did but Christ by types and figures see:
And such perfection did below attaine, O how they joy now to behold his face,
That death not tooke him as the custome is, Whom they by faith did whil'st they liv'd imbrace! But as secur'd by priviledge from paine:
The fabulous Grecians fondly glaunc'd at this,
Yet fail'd in forme, and did pervert the sense, What sudden lightning cleares my cloudie brow, No eagle, no, but angels bare him hence. And bends faint hopes to follow forth their aimes? At Christ's right hand a band more bright doth bow, The time of Adam first much knowledge bred, Then summer's Sun when mustring all his beams; Who told Heaven's will, and warn’d how Satan rag'd, The prospect of my thoughts is pleasant now; For all were learn'd, though bookes they never read. loy doth disperse all melancholy dreames; Whilst many ages could not make one ag'd; Hence, hence all ye whose sprits are still prophane, But whenGod's sonnes did with men's daughters wed, This sacred ground no vulgar foot must staine. (Though giants, weake) all were to vicé engag'd:
And since all those were never purg'd till drown'd, The first of them that throng about the throne, That time yeelds few for piety renown'd. Is he, save God, who once no fellow had ; Of all the syre, and yet a sonne to none, Was rich when naked, never poore till clad;
Most happy he who first (though scorn'd a space) Long'd not, nor loath'd, nor griev'd, when as alone, Both threatning judgment, and yet offering grace,
To preach repentance, eminently stood, What could displease, where he was best, none bad?
As he was made, to make the world grow good; Though never childe what childishnesse more
Then (all else lost) did save some of his race, Who for an apple Paradise did change ? (strange, Their soules from sinne, their bodies from the floud: To that brave garden with all pleasure stor'd,
And last (world's victor) even by angels prais'd, When banish'd Adam heavily look'd back,
His arke triumphall to the clouds was rais'd.
Whil'st widow'd fields, which seem'd their guests to An angry angel bragg'd him with a sword,
waile, God threatned had, how could he comfort take? (As all distill'd in teares) could not be dry'd; A prince depriv'd, forc'd servile works to try, The drooping flowers, with hanging heads grown pale, So tortur'd first, and then condemn'd to dye. Did seeme to mourne, that thus all creatures dy'd,
Lest th' earth (thus spoil'd) to bring forth fruits But that short griefe, to endlesse joy is chang'u,
might faile, He lives more happy, that he once was dead, Industrious Noah husbandry first try'd: The promis'd seed (so Evah was reveng'd)
For which to him, fond antients, altars fram'd, • Sting'd in the heele, did bruise the serpent's head; Whil'st Saturne, lanas, and Ogyges nam'd.
O monstrous worke, from reason far estrang'd!
Could this man tell, amazement to constraine? (Free from restrictions) to no danger thrall.
Who saw the world first full, then all turn'd waste, Two doe succeed to this great sonne of slime,
Yet liv'd himselfe to people it againe, (Though one was elder) eldest borue to light,
Till from bis race great kings did rise at last, Who heard their father sigh forth many time,
Who bim for syre not knew, or did disdaine : His fall
, wive's weakenesse, and the serpent's slight, Whilst old (and poore perchance) with toyle and Not for the losse, griev'd onely for his crime,
strife, And so much more, that it had wrong'd their right: Glad (by his labour) to maintaine his life. While as they him, and he his Maker lov'd, His wail'd rebellion their obedience mov'd. There are two sonnes whom anguish did entrance,
To heare the third their father's scorne proclaime, Loe, (next to Eden's) Adam's greatest losse, (taint, Who forward, backward, blindely did advance, That faithfull sheepheard, whom no staine could Even from themselves to hide their father's shame, First gold refin'd (all upright) free from drosse, Lest that their eyes had guilty beene by chance, In whom (it seemes) Heaven piety would paint,
As sure their hearts could no such horrour dreame: Since first (thus goodnesse mischiefe straight must The father's blessing hath effectuall prov'd, Whom persecution did designe a saint: (tosse) | We see bort Cham was curs’d, they truly lov'd.
Shem, father's heire, a lampe of light design'd, | Though substance thought, that but a shadow dark
Scarce of his riches pointed at a sparke.
There that great wrestler, halfe of one time's brood, I see with him some others of his kinde,
Who was ere borne against his brother bent, Till Abram rose, who follow'd him for best ; And last ns'd fraud, when force conld doe no good, Arpashad, Shelah, Eber, Pelag stand,
(The meanes were bad, though bappy the event) Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah in one band.
But with Heaven's Monarch bravely struggling stood,
Till blest by force, he thence a victor went: Of Iaphet's race at first, some forward throng,
To dreame of angels, who on th' earth did lye, (The rest, turn'd Gentiles, godliness did leave)
A stone his pillow, curtain'd by the skye.
He thus whom God nor man could not appall, And when once stray'd, still more and more went (By beauty onely to turne captive mov'd)
wrong, Till last recall'd, the Lord their seed did save :
Twice seven years sold, was made a wretches thrall,
And yet the time seem'd short because he lord; In tents of Shem, since Iaphet came to dwell,
Still when high thoughts bis hopes to miode did call, His numbers now doe all the rest excell.
Rough blasts seem'd smooth, even suffrings pleasant Who shines so bright? I must to marke him stay, No storme him mov'd, save onely Rachel's frowse,
prov'd : The churche's stocke, from whom it did descend, The first cleare jampe who did direct Heaven's way,
Whose leavy garland did his labours crowne., Perfection's patterne, imitation's end, Whom righteousnesse did as a robe array,
O happy shepheard! flattring but his flocke, Who eate with angels, was profess'd God's friend : In minde a monarch, but more free from toyles, Of all the faithfull, call'd the father still,
Whose crowne an ivy wreath, wbose throne soine Whose pleasure was to doe his Maker's will. His staffe a scepter, lord of many soiles, (rocke,
At night the stars, all day the Sunne bis clocke, A straying stranger, he (whil'st poore he seem'd) He fed his sheep, they him, proud of their spoiles: Gave Lot his choice of lands, so peace to bring, And whil'st corrivall’d by encroaching beames, And him when captive by the sword redeemid, Her eyes his glasse, and her's some crystall streames Both liberall, valorous, yet a greater thing, His friend once free, no treasure more esteem'd,
Whil'st poore, thus pleas'd, nought could occurre Who scorn'd to be beholding to a king:
save good, Was onely weake when he disclaiın'd his wife,
But straight when rich, he tortur'd did remaine, Not firme with God, or else too fond on life.
His daughter ravish'd, sonnes involv'd in bloud, When Sodome's ruine justly was design'd,
The best belov'd (as he imagin'd) slaine, God to this man whom he so dearely lov’d,
When old and weake, forc'd farre to shift for food, Would (ere effected) justifie his minde,
Whence (save his bones) nought was brought back By his applause, as glad to be approv'd,
againe : Who durst contest, but could ten good not finde,
“ His dayes both few and evill, he last confest, Else by bis meanes, Heaven's army was remov'd,
Not wealth nor honour, death yeelds onely rest". In league with God by sacrament receiv'd, Who true religion heretable leavd.
But what rare beauties ravish now mine eyes,
Of which I thinke ber one, who grosly fail'd. His lifted hand had aym'd the fatall wound,
By whom first man was borne, all mankinde dyes, (A course inost strange, which thoughts can scarce Whose errour still her ruin'd race hath wailid? embrace)
But (rack'd with pangs wbich all her sexe oft tryes) Yet not distracted, but in judgment sound, No doubt repentance many times prevaile: To kill his sonne, and all the promis'd race; [bound) Whilst breeding more to plant the world withall, (Whilst faith triumph'd, both sense and reason In place of one, whom she had made to fall. Till him an angell stayd (O wondrous case !) “ Her birth, who barren was, an offring made, Had been by nature's course, not borne, nor dead."
She, whose great beauty, kings in vaine did crave,
First of her sexe, whom sacred pennes applaad, He in whose bosome saints have had their rest,
Who yong, still barren, did when old conceive, Who was for God from friends and soile estrang'd,
Yet (fondly curious) did her selfe defraud, Hath still his nephew neere (a wandring guest)
And made a mayd her equall of a slave, On fields too faire, his roving fockes who rang'd,
Her rival's raiser, ber owne husband's bawd: Which be at last, as ugly, did detest,
For which due paine, she justly did abide, Hiswife transform’d, himselfe deformd, both changd:
“Of slaves preferr’d, vone can endure the pride." He, though not burn'd, yet smoak’d, had Sodome's smell,
From drawing water, an attending mayd, Whil'st fled from Aanies, when safe, as choak'd he
Whilst nobly humble, honourably kinde,
Straight (highly match’d) with gorgeous robes That sacrifice (though offered) who not dy'd,
array’d, First type of Christ, bis suffering who presag'd, By struggling twins, a mother was design'd, For whom God did (when famine was) provide, Of which for one (as franke affection sway'd) And for dig'd fountaines budding broyles asswag'd, She boldly ventred, though her mate was blinde, Yea, was for father's cause, bis guard and guide, Whom she beguild, not wrong'd, and calmeinstrife) Till at his wealth for envy, heathens rag'd: Though alwaies faithfull, was a cunning wife.
Of rivall sisters emulous in love,
With them comes Rachel's last and dearest boy,
Who did of dreames the mysteries unfold,
Yet wrought they good, who mischiefe did intend,
Though offered, and alone, and in his armes;
The syre for love afflicted did remaine,
A gorgeous beauty whil'st it guardlesse strayes, *If not inviting, doth at least allure;
He whom for state, affliction had prepard,
Whilst from a prison to a palace brought,
Where, sold a slave, was straight a priooe declar'd,
Clad with rich robes, the chiefe by suiters sought, Such bitter fruits a woman's wandring beares.
Sav'd all the subjects, yet the kingdome bought :
Both rich and godly, O how rare a thing !
His heart grew humble when his fortune great,
He (tenderly disposed to his owne)
And, where (unnaturall) they had him betray'd,
To gaine industrious, liberall to bestow:
yet in this his chiefe contentment stood, Suill like a lyon fighting for his prey,
That he had liv'd to doe his father good.
Who (straight whilst crossing) seeming wrong, went
right, The height of goodnesse, and the ground of grace.
Here are his sonnes from whom two tribes were stil'd; But yet at home he was unhappy long,
In scattred Levie's roome, one rose in might, His eldest sonne (high hopes defrauding) dead,
What father knowes how God will blesse a childe?
Whil'st God his good by his owne vertue breeds,
When raging malice had put off her maske,
Even mid-wives, murtherers, birth and death made
From murther scap'd, by flouds for death confin'd, | He though he grudg’a, and lews' first idoll mače,
Their sister Miriam, mirrour of her kinde,
Yet, envy once so tainted had her minde, Yet with his race he rather choos’d to smart,
Her bodie's beauties all did leprous prove: Then to be held for Pharoh's daughter's brood,
Till he whose harme she studied to contrive,
Her pardon sought, the meekest man alive.
He who from Israel forc'd the plague to part,
The bravest impe of that annoynted broud, Till in exile farre from his friends remov'd,
No thirst of praise, nor batred in his heart, Great Pharoh's nurseling lethro's shepheard provid. Whose act seem'd ill, but bis intent was good;
O happy man, how strange was bis desert, Though low below, yet much esteem'd above, By murther saving, blest for shedding bloud ! He straight was choos'd a legate for the Lord, “A godly zeale, which nothing can controule, And did to bragge a king Heaven's herauld prove, As pretious incense, offers up the soule." By sounds from flames with rare instructions stor'd; His sacred message wonders did approve,
Neere Moses stands that valorous brood of Nun, That it confirm’d, he boldly might record :
By whose direction Israel reach'd her marke, The hand soone leprous, was as quickly pure, (cure. From whom for reverence, Iordan backe did runde, Which drugges, nor charmes, did not procure, nor
As which would not presume to touch the arke; His staffe, though stiffe, in bending circles turn’d,
He as his debtor did arrest the Sunne, Left frothy furrowes, where it tilld the ground;
Till foes were kill'd, that it should not grow darke: Eyes, flamie globes (as sparkling poyson) burn'd,
Weake hornes for trumpets sounding downe a titill stretch to strike, else threatening in a round,
wall, Then arch'd, at th' earth (all rais’d in rain-bowes) It even ere breach'd (as breath away) did fall.
spurn'd, Whil'st waving colours did with feare confound: That man for worth, whom all the world renownes, Whose swelling horrour bragg'd some storme to be, with greatest gallants rank'd by fame doth stand, Both bow and shaft, an animated tree.
Their match in conquering, more in scorning Who wonders not what wonders then were wrought, Who would but God obey, not men command,
crownes, Whil'st bent for God each element tooke armes ? Flouds turn'd to bloud, forth croaking squadrons Did not retaine, no, did but part their land :
And (nations ruin'd) razing states and townes, brought,
[swarmes, This warriour onely held for great may be, Th’ earth, (pride to curbe) from dust rais'd abject from avarice, and from ambition free. (Th’ayre glooming darke)black clouds of fies long
fought; Plagues, thunder, tempests, all inflicted harmes :
His fellow spye, who would not witnesse wrong, Till that the kingdome was with anguish fillid,
But high in minde, had gyants in contempt, Whil'st in each house the hop'd-for heire was kill'd.
And breathing courage, staggering troupes among,
From abject feare, even dastards did exempt, The parted depths, that God might gaine renowne, When eighty-six yeares old, both stout and strong, (Though liquid firme) with waves empallid a way, A dangerous conquest bravely did attempt : Till in one drop they all at once fell downe, “ Mindes cleare and calme, from guilty stormes As which for Pharon, in an ambush lay,
secure, And(even whil'st walking dry)did thousands drowne, Make nature's strength as double to endure." leves' state a time, still Egypt's tombe to stay: What slaughter huge! and yet no bloud was spill'd, Next him comes he who did his daughter wed, No striker seene; all by one blow were kilPd.
Who was for valour à reward design'd, He dry'd the sea, from rockes a foud did draw,
But in that brest, what host could feare have bred, Chiefe wonder-worker, wonderfull in all,
Where love and courage both enflam'd the minde! And yet a farre Canaaa onely saw,
He (first of iudges) grudging squadrons led, Since stumbling once, though free from any fall,
To curbe the pride of heathens' haughty kinde, Heaven's oracle, the organ of the law;
Who when that Israel to base idols bow'd, Whenlast(sinne'scurse )hiscorpstodeath was thrall,
To plague them suffred were, but not allow'd. An angell it to hide from Satan reft, That superstition had no relict left.
When Moab's monarch made God's people grone,
And them from bondage no way would enlarge, His brother first did gorgeous garments weare, He who Heaven's legat rais'd him from his throne, With robes in state, a consecrated priest,
A fatall message boldly to discharge; And names of tribes in precious stones did reare, And he who kill'd sixe hundred all alone, With gold and silke embroydered on his brest, Against whose goade. Do steele could serve for targe, Whose long worne staffe did straight ripe almonds “ Those show fraile life, a prey of every hand, And in the church a monument did rest: [beare, Who (theirs contemn'd) another's will command. I see that dame whom Hebrewes honour inost, When generous Iephte, did with state returne, The glory of her sexe, a staine to men,
The pointed object of a generall joy, [burne, A prophetesse, a iudge, chiefe of an host,
Whose daughter's brest with longing thoughts did Whose parts might furnish fame's most liberall pen; Whil'st she made haste, bis triumph to convoy; Of such a one, no ethnicke scroule can boast, Can one from mirth be made so quickly mourne ? Not martiall ladies, nor sybillaes ten :
Who sav'd all else, must he his owne destroy? What greater worth could any brest embrace, She singing came, but straight went backe and wept, In warre couragious, just in time of peace? A vow too rash to be so strictly kept. Next her comes he who did refuse to fight, That Nazarite (as singular renown'd) Unlesse her count'nance gave his courage life, Whose heads each haire, a man in strength contain'd, For which although his foes were put to flight, Ah, then one woman, all more weake were found, The captaine's death gave glory to a wife; Whose charming bosome, glorie's colour stain'd, Which, though he much presum’d, what judge- She of his soule the mystery did sound, ment's height?
Who first by bloud, and last for gold was gain'd: Nor sword, nor launce did grace, no, not a knife: His sacred secret he to her bewray'd, This did him kill, who armies did command, And she him straight to all bis foes betray'd. A® iittle naile, and in a wo.nan's band.
Strange madnesse thus did raze his judgement's fort, His mother said, (puff'd up by former broiles) What none could force that he would needs afford; "What stayes my sonne ? he some great matter tryes This gorgeous creature, curious Nature's sport, The souldiers to reward, they part the spoiles, living idoll, by blinde zeale ador'd, Whil'st vaunting victors scorne the captives' cryes, She, she triumphs upon a doting sort, Some dainty lady doth defray his toyles,
Who will be slaves, even where there wants a lord: His eares drinke praises, trophees feast his eyes :" And bearing sway, no reason some can move, Thus she with dreames was flattered all the space, “Those who usurpe their power, must tyrants prove." Whil'st be (poore wretch) was dying with disgrace.
God by this man, strange wonders bent to show, Who Baal spoil'd, bis clients did deride,
He curious riddles, sphinx-like, could contrive; (Though of bis race the man neglected most) (hide, And as his strength, that men his wit might know, From threshing wheate, which he for feare would To purchase praise by stratagems would strive; Did (call’d by God) come to command an host, Fields forc'd by fire, seem'd lightning from below, Whose favour twice by severall signes was try'd, Whil'st those who fled, that which they fied did drive: Wbil'st staggering doubts his resolution crost: This course it seemes did show his nature right, The fields all faire, his fleece quite drench'd did lye, The flames bis force, the foxes show his slight. And, when all else was wet, was onely dry.
His deeds farre past the reach of their conceit, This victory, God for his owne would stampe, Who fain'd great persons, glosing on things gone ; And lest that it had seem'd by numbers sway'd, He of a towne did raze the guarded gate, Of every thousand ten, but kept the campe, And (braving numbers) carried it alone; The rest remov'd, and of those few who stay'd,
He (bursting bands) a thousand dayes did date, Each crush'd a pitcher, and held forth a lampe, And with no weapon, save an abject bone, Brave sounds and lightning, to make men dismaid: Which (whilst in flouds of sweat he all was drench'd) A barly cake most monstrous did appeare, His rage with bloud, his thirst with water quench'd. The sword of Gideon killid ere it came neare. This man when offered Aed a soveraigne's place,
But what bebold I now ? how great a change? So modest first, and afterwards devout,
His haires quite raz'd, hands bound, his eyes put out, With all the jewels which his troupes did grace,
Gaz'd at by troupes (as if some monster strange)
Whom once they fear'd, the flocking Pagans flout, An ephod made (though bright) his onely blote,
Till desp'rate courage burning with revenge,
Pull'd downe their temple, smoothering all about,
Where thousands kill'd, life sold at no base rate, “None should serve God, but as himselfe directs,
A famous ruine rear'd his tombe in state.
Here with the rest, who judg'd the Hebrew race, In forraine parts a martiall man excell'd,
And them from foes, in justice did maintaine, Not loathing all, for being wrong'd by some,
Though Jast in number, one comes first in place, Did save their states, who bim from his expell’d,
Whom long his mother(griev'd) had wish'd in vaine, And Ammon's army two wayes did orecome,
By prayer purchas'd, and bred up in grace, To yeeld by reason, and hy force compellid : '[fight, Who, beg'd from God, was given him back againe, "Men (not like beasts) should know for what they By whom, when but a childe, he thrice was call’d, That valour may maintaine, not make a right.” A judge, and prophet, twise in state enstallid. When haughty Ephraim out of time too bold, Yet when fond Israel urg'd a king to have, And basely grudging at another's good,
Though grieving God, this much did vex his minde, With words outragious (arrogantly told)
The danger showne of that which they did crave, Him to contemne whom God exalted, stood, Not onely freely he their prince design'd, That sudden heate procur'd an endlesse cold, But when in wrath the Lord did quite him leave, The pride of thousands quickly querch'd with bloud, Did labour long that he might favour finde; First civile warre, that with the lewes was seene, This course his heart free from ambition prov'd, Though since they oft have thus unhappy beene. Who thus left rule, and his successour lov'd.