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Those who their youth to such like paines engage, Thus from two dangers we were twise preserv'd, Do gaine great ease unto their perfect age. When as we seem'd without recovery lost,
As from their freedome those who freely swerv'd, Magnanimous, now, with heroicke parts,
And suffered strangers of our bounds to boast; Show to the world what thou dost ayme to be,
Yet were we for this happy time reserv'd, The more to print in all the people's hearts,
And, but to hold it deare, a little crost : That which thou would'st they should expect of That of the Stewarts the illustrious race thee,
Might, like their mindes, a monarchie embrace. That so (preoccupied with such desarts)
Of that blest progeny, the well known worth
That from the race it never can go forth,
But long hereditary, is well assur'd,
They to obey, are happily inur’d:
Ore whom thou art expected once to raigne, If first not seiz'd of all thy subjects' love;
To have good ancestours one much doth gaine. To ply all humours till thy worth have shin'd, That even most mal-contents must it approve ?
He who by tyranny his throne doth reare, For else a number would suspend their minde,
And dispossesse another of his right, As doubting what thou afterwards might'st prove,
Whose panting heart dare never trust his eare, And when a state's affections thus are cold,
Since still made odious in the people's sight, Of that advantage forreiners take hold.
Whil'st be both hath, and gives, great cause of feare,
Is (spoyling all) at last spoild of the light: I grant in this thy fortune to be good,
And those who are descended of his bloud,
Ere that they be beleev'd, must long be good.
For such a one his state still to maintaine,
Whilst, for that cause, they care not how they raigne. And pardon me, for I must pause a while,
“ O never throne establish'd was so sure, And at a thing of right to be admir'd,
Whose fall a vitious prince might not procure !" Since those, from whom thou cam'st, reign'd in this isle,
Thus do a number to destruction runne,
Was barr'd from Rome, and ruin'd all his race; The hundred and seventh parent living free,
So he whose father of no king was sonne, A never conquer'd crowne may leave to thee. Was father to no king; but, in disgrace
From Sicile banish'd, by the people's hate,
Did dye at Corinth in an abject state.
Who by his vertue doth a state acquire,
So all the world with scornfull eyes may gaze Ahd, by the lyon led, all realmes ore-come:
On their degener'd stemmes which might aspire, For if it kep't a little, free before,
As having greater pow'r, their power to raise, Now having much (uo doubt) it must do more.
Yet of their race the ruine do conspire:
“ Kings chastis'd once, are not allow'd tamend.
Can never give themselves to care for ought, Whom Neptune both combines within one bed : But for their pleasures every thing would frame, All ancient injuries this doth redresse,
As all were made for them, and they for nought, And buries that which many a battell bred: Once th' earth their bodies, men will spoyle their “ Brave discords reconcil'd (if wrath expire)
[wrought: Do breed the greatest love, and most intire.” Though whilst they live, all for their ease be
And those conceits on which they do depend, of England's Mary, had it beene the chance Do but betray their fortunes in the end. To make king Philip father of a sonne, The Spaniard's high designes so to advance, This selfe-conceit doth so the judgement choake, All Albion's beanties had beene quite ore-runne: That when with some ought well succeeds through it, Or yet if Scotland's Mary had heir'd France, They on the same with great affection look, Our bondage then bad by degrees begun:
And scorne th' advice of others to admit; Of which, if that a stranger bold a part,
Thus did brave Charles the last Burgundian duke To take the other that would meanes impart. Deare buy a battell purchas'd by his wit:
By which in him such confidence was bred, 0! soveraigne of all vertues, without thee
Nor peace, nor warre, can entertained be.
And all those senates which were most esteem'd, The anker of great realmes, staffe of all states;
Wer't not by thee, their counsels crownd remaine, O! sure foundation which no tempest fouls,
And all those laws had but dead letters seem'd, On which are builded the most glorious seats! Which Solon, or Lycurgus, did ordaine: If ought with those succeed who scorne thy care,
Wer't not thy sword made all alike to dye, It comes by chance, and draws them in a snare. And not the weake, while as the strong scap'd by. Thrice happy is that king, who hath the grace 0! not without great cause all th' ancients did To chuse a councell whereon to relye,
Paint magistrates plac'd to explaine the laws, Which loves his person, and respects his place, Not having hands, so bribery to forbid, And (like to Aristides) can cast by
Which them from doing right too oft with-draws; All private grudge, and publike cares imbrace,
And with a veile the iudge's eyes were hid, Whom no ambition nor base thoughts do tye: Who should not see the partie, but the cause: And that they be not, to betray their seats, God's deputies, which his tribunall reare, The partiall pensioners of forreine states.
Should have a patient, not a partiall eare. None should but those of that grave number boast, The lack of justice hath huge evils begun, Whose lives bave long with many vertues shin'd; Which by no meanes could be repair'd againe ; As Rome respected the patricians most,
The famous syre of that more famous sonne, Use nobles first, if to true wortb inclind :
From whom (while as he sleeping did remaine) Yet so, that unto others seeme not lost
One did appeale, till that his sleep was done,
Did lose his life for such a fault in th' end.
Which like the King of kings shows kings inclin'a, Apublike charge, those who too much pursue,
Whose sure foundations nought can under-mine, Seeme to have some partieular respect,
If once within a constant breast confin'd: All should be godly, prudent, secret, trae,
For otherwise she cannot clearly shine, Of whom a king his counsell should elect: While as the magistrate, oft changing minde, And he, whil'st they advise of zeale and love, Is oft too swift, and sometimes slow to strike, Should not the number, but the best approve. As led by private ends, not still alike. A great discretion is requir'd to know
Use mercie freely, justice, as constrain'd, What way to weigh opinions in his minde; This must be done, although that be more deare, But ah ! this doth the judgement oft ore-throw, And oft the forme may make the deed disdain'd, Then whil'st he comes within himselfe confin'd, Whil'st justice tastes of tyranny too neare ; And of the senate would but make a show, One may be justly, yet in rage arraign'd, So to confirme that which he hath design'd, Whil'st reason ruld by passions doth appeare: As one who onely hath whereon to rest,
Once Socrates because ore-coni'd with ire, For councellours, his thoughts, their seat his brest. Did from correcting one (till calm'd) retyre. But what avails a senate in this sort,
Those who want meanes their anger to asswage, Whose pow'r within the Capitoll is pent?
Do oft themselves, or others, rob of breath; A blast of breath which doth for nought import, Fierce Valentinian, surfetting in rage, But mocks the world with a not act'd intent; By bursting of a veyne, did bleed to death; Those are the counsels which great states support, And Theodosius, still but then, thought sage, Which never are made knowne but by th' event: Caus'd murther thousands, whil'st quite drunk with Not those where wise-men matters do propose, Who to prevent the like opprobrious crime, [wratb, And fooles thereafter as they please dispose. Made still suspend his edicts for a time. Nor is this all which ought to be desir'd,
Of vertuous kings all th’actions do proceed In this assembly (since the kingdome's soule) Forth from the spring of a paternall love; That with a knowledge more then rare inspir'd, To cherish, or correct (as realmes have need) A common-wealth, like Plato's, in a seroule For which he more than for himselfe doth more, They can paint forth, but meanes are too acquir'd, Who many a million's ease that way to breed, Disorder's torrent freely to controule;
Makes sometime some his indignation prove, And arming with authority their lines,
And like to Codrus, would even death imbrace, To act with justice that which wit designes. If for the countrey's good, and people's peace. Great empresse of this universall frame,
This lady, that so long unarm'd hath stray'd, The Atlas on whose shoulders states are stay'd, Now holds the ballance, and doth draw the sword, Who sway'st the raynes which all the world do tame, And never was more gloriously array'd, And mak'st men good by force, with red array'd; Nor in short time did greater good afford; Disorder's enemy, virgio without blame,
The state which to confusion seem'd betray'd, Within whose ballance, sood and bad are weigh’d. And could of nought but bloud; and wrongs, record,
Loe, freed from trouble, and intestine rage, Be, to the vilest vice, the basest slave,
The bodie's plague, soul's death, and honour's grave?
Amongst his concubines began to spinne, And layes the grounds of greatnesse with such care, Took with the habite too a woman's heart, That thou may'st build great works upon the same; And ended that which Ninus did begin; Then since thou art to have a field so faire, Faint-hearted Xerxes who did gifts impart, Whereas thoa once may'st eternize thy name, To them who could devise new wayes to sinne : Begin (while as a greater light thine smothers) Though back'd with worlds of men, straight took the And learne to rule thy selfe, ere thou rul'st others. And had not courage but to see them fight. [flight, For still true magnanimity, we finde,
Thus doth soft pleasure but abase the minde, Doth harbour early in a generous brest;
And making one to servile thoughts descend, To match Miltiades, whose glory shind,
Doth make the body weake, the judgement blinde, Themistocles (a childe) was rob'd of rest;
An hatefull life, an ignominious end : Yet strive to be a monarch of thy minde,
Where those who did this raging tyrant binde, For as to dare great things, all else detest,
With vertue's chains, their triumphs to attend, A generous emulation spurres the sprite,
Have by that meanes a greater glory gain'd,
Then all the victories which they attain'd.
The Macedonian monarch was more prais'd,
Thus have still-gaz'd-at monarchs much adoe, By lenity some lose that which they have,
Who (all the world's disorders to redresse) England's sixth Heory could not live and raigne,
Should shine like to the Suone, the which still, loe, But (being simple) dia huge foils receive:
The more it mounts aloft, doth seeme the lesse, Brave Scipio's army mutini'd in Spayne,
They should with confidence go freely to, And (by his meeknesse bold) their charge did leave: And (trusting to their worth) their will expresse: 0! to the state it brings great profit oft,
Not like French Lewis th’Eleventh who did maintaine, To be sometimes severe, and never soft.
That who could not dissemble, could not raigne. To guide his coursers warely through the skie,
But still to guard their state the strongest barre, Earst Phæbus did his Phaeton require,
And surest refuge in each dangerous storme, Since from the midle way if swarving by, [fire,
Is to be found a gallant man of warre, E: The Heavens would burne, or th' Earth would be on
With heart that dare attempt, hands to performe, So doth 'twixt two extreames each vertue lye,
Not that they venter should their state too farre, To which the purest sprits ought to aspire,
And to each souldier's-course their course conforme. He lives most sure who no extreame doth touch,
The skilfull pylots at the rudder sit : Nought would too little be, nor yet too much.
Let others use their strength, and them their wit. Some kings, whom all men did in hatred hold, With avaritious thoughts whose breasts were torne, It gives kings glory, and assures their place,
In Mars his mysteries to gaine renowne, Too basely given to feast their eyes with gold, Us'd ill, and abject meanes, which brave minds It breeds them a respect amongst their owne,
And makes their neighbours feare to lose their grace; scorne, Such whilst they onely seek (no vice contrould)
Still all those should, who love to keep their crowne, How they may best their treasuries adorne,
In peace prepare for warre, in warre for peace: Are (though like Cresus rich) whilst wealth them For as all feare a prince wbo dare attempt, Yet still as poore as Irus in their mindes. [blinds, The want of courage brings one in contempt. And some againe as foolish fancies move,
And, royall off-spring, who may'st high aspire, Who praise prepost'rous fondly do pursue,
As one to wbom thy birth high hopes assign'd, Not liberall, no, bat prodigall do provę ;
This well becomes the courage of thy syre, Then whilst their treasures they exhausted vie
Who traines thee up according to thy kinde; With subsidies do lose their subjects' love;
He, though the world his prosp'rous raigne admire, And spoyle wbole realmes, though but t'enrich a few: In which his subjects such a comfort finde, Whilist with authority their pride they cloake,
Hath (if the bloudy art mov'd to imbrace) Who ought to dye by smoke for selling smoke.
That wit then to make warre, which now keeps peace, But 0! the prince most loath'd in every land,
And O! how this (deare prince) the people charmes, Is one (all given to lust) who hardly can
Who flock about thee oft in rarish'd bands, Free from some great mishap a long time stand ;
To see thee yong, yet manage so thine armes, For all the world his deeds with hatred scan;
Have a mercuriall mince, and martiall hands, Should he who hath the honour to command
This exercise thy tender courage warmes ; The noblest creature (great God's image) man,
And still true greatnesse but by vertue stands :
HEROICKE POEME INTENDED.
THE FIRST BOOKE.
Agesilaus said, no king could be
Yet ore thy father, loe, (such is thy fate) More great, unlesse more vertuous, than he. Thou hast this vantage which may profit thee,
An orphan'd infant, setled in his seat, And though that all of thee great things expect,
He greater then himselfe could never see, Thon, as too little, mak'st their hopes asham'd ;
Where thou may'st learne by him the art of state, As he who on Olympus did detect,
And by another what thy selfe should'st be, The famous Theban's foot, his body fram'd,
Whilst that which he had onely but heard told, By thy beginnings so we may collect,
In all his course thou practis'd may'st behold. How great thy worth by time may be proclaim'd: For who thy actions doth remarke, may see,
And this advantage long may'st thou retain, That there be many Cæsars within thee.
By which, to make thee blest, the Heavens conspire;
Add labour of his worth to make thy gaine, Though every state by long experience findes,
To whose perfections thou may'st once aspire, That greatest blessings prosp'ring peace imparts,
When as thou show'st thy selfe, whilst thou do'st As which all subjects to good order bindes,
A sonne held worthy of so great a syre; (raigne, Yet breeds this isle, still populous in all parts,
And with his scepters, and the people's hearts, Such vigorous bodies, and such restlesse mindes,
Do'st still inherit bis heroicke parts.
If not reliev'd, their right eyes lost, to live ; Then let us keep her bosome free from wounds,
From this disgrace Saul fights to make them free, And spend our fury in some forraine place :
And God to him the victory doth give: There is no wall can limit now our bounds,
Those, who their king (with successe crown'a) did But all the world will need walls in short space;
Them who him first had scorn'd, to kill did strive: To keep our troups from seizing on new thrones; The marble chayre must passe the ocean once.
The people's errour, Samuel makes them know,
Then what he was, what all should be, doth show. What fury ore my judgement doth prevaile? Me thinkes I see all th’earth glance with our armes, And groning Neptune charg'd with many a sayle; Mvse, sound true valour, all perfection's parts, I heare the thundring trumpet sound th' alarmes,
The force of friendship, and th' effects of faith, Whilst all the neighbouring nations doe looke pale, To kindle courage in those generous hearts, Such sudden feare each panting heart disarmes, Which strive by vertue to triumph ore death, To see those martiall mindes together gone, Whilst honour's height the wage of worth imparts, The lyon and the leopard in one.
What hence is hop d, or whilst we here draw breath:
Loe, found, not fain'd, how men accomplish'd prove: I(Henry) hope with this mine eyes to feed, Both prais'd below, and glorifi'd above. Whilst ere thou wear'st a crown, thou wear'st a shield;
O thou, from whom all what we praise doth streame, And when thou (making thousands once to bleed, Lift up my soule, my sprite with power inspire; That dare behold thy count'nance, and not yeeld) That straying wits, who fayn'd ideas dreame, Stirr'st through the bloudy dust a foaming steed, May magnanimity in men admire, An interested witnesse in the field
Who sought thy glory, not affecting fame, I may amongst those bands thy grace attend, And yet what courage courts did all acquire ; And be thy Homer when the warres do end, The truth not wrong'd, to please Lord pardon me,
In method, time, and circumstances free, But stay, where fly'st thou (Muse) so farre astray? And whilst affection doth thy course command, Sterne Ammon's armes when labesh was enclos'd, Dar'st thus above thy reach attempt a way
Jo her defenders did such feare infuse, To court the heire of Albion's war-like land, That breached walles (all naked) were expos'd, Who gotten hath his generous thoughts to sway,
As weake, else worse, the owners to accuse; A royall gift out of a royall hand;
Who on defence no further then repos'd, And hath before his eyes that type of worth, But last, for hope, a wretched helpe did ase, That starre of state, that pole which guides the To fawne on foes, and seeke (they thus appeas'd) north.
What safety those who sought their ruine, pleas'd.
Then Nahas, who could not his pride suppress,
“ Oft when men scorn'd, God did regard our grones, (As empty bladders blowne up with the winde) And from great troubles did us free before, Did dreame what way to double their distresse, Who pow'rfull, just, and mercifull at once, That still their shame might basely be design'd, Peace to his people when he would restore, And to this bargaine proudly did them presse, As reeds, crush'd scepters, breaking brittle thornes, That they (without right eys) should live, halfe And by meane meanes to be admir'd the more, blinde:
What man not mock'd at Midian's scornfull fight? A plaguy pardon which did lose, when spare, How oft did one against a number fight? “ Of wicked men the mercies cruell are."
“ Then (sir) it seemes that who guards Iacob's seed,
To hunour you doth this occasion move, But the besieg'd all in a desp'rate state, (“? The present feare breeds greatest horrour still") | In strangers terrour, in your people love,
That at this time you (eminent) may breed, Sought first that they by messengers might treat
For if this battell (as we hope) succeed, With other Hebrews, to prevent their ill,
It your election highly would approve : And if not so soone helpd, short was the date,
And that conceit which at the first one gaines, When they should render, resting on his will:
It fix'd for ever in the minde remaines.
“Since come to urge great haste, I must be short,
That soone their hopes may grow, or else he spent, To this request he quickly did consent,
Whom if you now doe by your power support, All strength else scorn'd, who trusted in his owne, You free from danger, and your owne prevent, Por, if the rest, that succour crav'd, not lent,
Else in worse time, us'd after in like sort, He judg'd them straight as with that town ore
Your owne next feard, you most our losse repent. thrown;
And courage, which, now free, might praise procure, His raving thoughts for new designes were bent,
Necessity when forc'd, will quite obscure.' As this for certaine, all the world had knowne; “ Loe, thus large counts proud fooles for long time
“ Thinke that you heare our citizens in vaine, make,
(backe.” With wasted words a tyrant's rigour ply; Though Death 'still treads each foot-step at their The dead to envy forc'), whilst they remaine
Of victors vile the bitter taunts to try,
On bloudy cheekes whilst ugly eyes doe lye;
The common woe nought could at first asswage, Sighs ushering words, this wrestled out at length. Till anger's strength made pittie's weakenesse faile:
Kindelona than smoak'd griefe,and fam'd forth rages “ Your wretched brethren who in Gilead dwell,
But yet for haste to venge, staid not to waile: Of God's choice people (Abraham's heires),a part, Yet first attended what his father said.
He wish'd for wings to flye, where Ammon stay'd, By Ammon's bands whose breasts with pride doe swell,
(smart, Have suffred harmes wbich might make rocks to
“ That God,” said Saul, “whom none enough can Indignities which I disdaine to tell,
praise, Such shame my face, and horrour fills my heart :
His troupes when vex'd, still by some one protects ; By putting out one eye, some covet peace;
And me (of many least) at last doth raise
To fight those battels which his will directs;
Weake instruments worke wonderfull effects : “ With this condition, labesh did compose, That, due to him, none may usurpe one thought, If in seven dayes we succour not receive,
Nor from his glory derogate in ought.
“ All my ambition is to serve this state ; Who even ore God seekes to insult in those, For which effect, forc'd from my low repose, Whom from his altars he doth bragge to reave: The Lord was pleas'd (not my desires) of late, The losse of light (if this not griev'd). were light, This charge on me (as all know) to impose; Thongh all our dayes (when blinde) prov'd but one And by effects, Gud grant I may prove great, night.
Not, but in show, as pompous Ethnickes glose;
That God, this state who made me to embrace, “ His pow'r too much esteem'd, ours not at all, May grace his choice, and fit me for the place. He, till we gather, doth of purpose stay, That (as he dreames) all quickly kill'd, or thrall,
“ I all your troubles travell to appease, Fame How'd from many springs exhaust he may; And place my treasure onely in your hearts : As Egypt's foyle, and many nations' fall,
Farre be delight from me, and what may please, All for his glory had prepar'd the way :
Whilst in this kingdorre any city smarts; This victory must by all those be grac'd,
And I could wish I might (if for your ease) God's captiv'd wonders in his triumph plac'd.
To watch over all, even part myselfe in parts : VOL. V.