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An innocent for gratefall offring slaine,

Whose suffring did a martyr's glory gaine.

The old man's griefe with comfort to asswage THE GREAT DAY OF THE LORD'S IVDGMENT.

(God's owne when weake are strengthened still by


I here see Seth, who after Cain's rage
(A pledge of favour) fill'd his brother's place,

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 (whilst vice had Aow'd ov'r all) Who came with God by conference friends to be,

On God againé, who then began to call.
And (whil'st his law was of their lives the ground)
By him from wants and dangers were made free,

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 securd 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)

To preach repentance, eminently stood, Long'd not, nor loath'd, nor griev'd, when as alone,

Both threatning judgment, and yet offering grace, 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 Who for an apple Paradise did change ? (strange, Their soules from sinne, their bodies from the floud:

Then (all else lost) did save some of his race, 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.
As griev'd to thinke of what he had beene lord,
Whilst every object anguish more did make;

Whilst 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’d,

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; | Wbil'st Saturne, lanas, and Ogyges nam’d. O monstrous worke, from reason far estrang'd! What harm'd bim most, hath him more happy made: 0! what strange things by deare experience past, He lives (where first he was in feare to fall) (Free from restrictions) to no danger thrall.

Could this man tell, amazement to constraine?

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 him 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,

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, staint, 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 hoř 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 darke
Melchisedech, a mighty prince, or priest, Scarce of his riches pointed at a sparke.
With whom God did cominunicate his minde,
A speciall Jabourer after Noah's rest,

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 could doe no good, Arpashad, Shelab, Eber, Pelag stand,

(The meanes were bad, though happy the erent) 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.
Who surfetting on nature's pleasures long,
At last (quite stumbling) drunke with vice did rave,

He thus whom God nor man could not appall, And when once stray'd, still more and more went

(By beauty onely to turpe 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 minde 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 storie him mov’d, save onely Rachel's frombe,

prov'd: The churche's stocke, from whom it did descend, The first cleare lampe who did directHeaven'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 some 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 his 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 disclaim'd his wife, Not firme with God, or else too fond on life.

But straight when rich, he tortur'd did remaine,

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 his 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 leav'd.

But what rare beauties ravish now mine eyes,

Of which I thinke ber one, who grosly failid. 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 wail'd? embrace)

But (rack'd with pangs which all her sexe oft tryes) Yet not distracted, but in judginent 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, (Whil'st faith triumphd, 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 applaud, 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 flockes who rang'd,

Her rival's raiser, her owne husband's bawd: Which he at last, as ugly, did detest,

For which due paine, she justly did abide, Hiswifetransform’d, himselfe deformd, both chang'd:

“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 fames, 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, his 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 swayd) And for dig'd fountaines budding broyles asswag'd, She boldly ventred, thongh her mate was blinde, Yea, was for father's cause, his guard and guide, Whom she beguild, not wrong'd, and(calmein strife) Till at his wealth for envy, heathens rag'd: Though alwaies faithfull, was a cunning wife.

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Of rivall sisters emulous in love,

With them comes Rachel's last and dearest boy, The churche's mothers, lacob's joyes surmis'd, On whom his father doted oft for joy. The one's weake eyes, now bright as starres doe move, Whom God would grace, when man too much But then all these, one more transports me now, despis'd;

Who did of dreames the mysteries unfold, She though least faire, yet did most fertile prove, To whom Sunne, Moone, and starres eleven did bow, Whose mate loves oddes, found by opinion pris'd: As for their Atlas, who should them uphold; In minde, and armes, two brides at once embrac'd, “ But envie's basenesse cannot worth allow :" Whil'st sense and fancy, severall circuits trac'd. For, brag'd by death, he for a slave was sold :

Yet wrought tbey good, who mischiefe did intend, Long after death she who to waile was spy'd, A bad beginning for so brave an end. When from compassion, Herod quite did swerve, Not mercenarily match'd, whom for a bryde, In fortune's favour, and in strength for age, Twice seven yeares' service scarcely could deserve; To taste stayn'd pleasure, him by all their charmes, Yet (stain'd by breeding whilst her syre was guide) Not beauty (grac'd by greatnesse) could engage, Imbezled idols, did with fraud preserve:

Though offered, and alone, and in his armes;
Long long'd to beare, yet by her wish was griev'd, Whilst love to lust, and lust all turn'd to rage,
First known, whose death madeEvah's curse beleev'd. His chastuesse blame, his goodnesse bred him harmes:

The syre for love afflicted did remaine,
Her mother neere, that ravish'd daughter stayes, And onely he because of his disdaine.
Whose curiousnesse much mischiefe did procure;
A gorgeous beauty whilst it guardlesse strayes,
'If not inviting, doth at least allure;

He whom for state, amiction had prepard,
O what huge evils a moment's sport repayes,

Whilst from a prison to a palace brought, Her brothers murtherers, and her selfe a whore ?

Where, sold a slave, was straight a prince declar'd, Here lust by bloud, and shame was purg'd by teares, In time of plenty, whọ for famine car'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 : The old arch-father's chiefe, whom Tewes renowne, Both rich and godly, 0 how rare a thing! Their names by tribes distinguish did their race,

Of God the prophet, minion of the king. His father's strength who might have claym'd the Had not his glory melted in disgrace, (crowne, Not proud when prosp'ring, (as when rais'd oreLike water (when rais'd high) which must fall downe, throwne) For pleasure foule, had forfeited his place,

His heart grew humble when his fortune great, Yet when his brothers would their brother kill, Where some for shame had not his brothers showne, Then, onely kinde, he stay'd th' intended ill. Whose scorned basenesse might his fame abate,

He (tenderly disposed to his owne) Hearts big with vengeance, whil'st for bloud they Did from distresse redeeme their wretched state : Jong'd,

And, where (unnaturall) they had him betray'd,
Two worst of twelve, in mischiefe, brothers sworne, Their cruelty with courtesie repay'd.
Man's sacred match, God's covenant, both wrong'd,
The mocke of marriage, circumcision's scorne, Thrice happy man, as high in worth as place,
To murther numbers by base treason throng'd, Whose fortune's course did strangely ebbe and flow,
Till for their fault (with inward anguish torne) From murther, bondage, ruine, and disgrace,
Their holy father, horrours height conceiv’d, (sav'd. In Pharon's kingdome greatest prince to grow,
But though their wrath was curs'd, themselves were to whom true vertue garnish'd was with grace,

To gaine industrious, liberall to bestow :
He who himselfe with courage should acquite, And yet in this bis chiefe contentment stood,
Sull like a lyon fighting for his prey,

That he had liv'd to doe his father good.
Stord with abundance, dandled with delight,
Whom all his brothers freely should obey, (white,
With bloud of grapes made red, with milke made Though fail'd in earthly, sbarpe in sprituall sight,
Till Shiloh came, who did the sceptre sway;

When Ioseph thought that Iacob was beguild, From him did spring the author of our peace,

Who (straight whil'st crossing) seeming wrong, went 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? The next (too grosly working nature wrong)

Whil'st God his good by his owne vertue breeds, Kad straight God's judgement pour d upon his head: The yongest thus the eldest oft exceeds. The third held backe from whom he did belong, He (though their syre) to breed them heires was

When raging malice had put off her maske, A whore-like widow tempting him to lust, [made, All kindenesse, duty, and compassion gone, Whom first he damn'd, but(bound by signes)heldjust. The straw abstracted, doubling still their taske,

Even mid-wives, murtherers, birth and death made Here are the rest of fertile Leab's brood,

one, And of the mayds for birth, who with her striv'd, Here sundry are, who helpe from God did aske, Not stayn'd as ill, nor yet much prais'd for good, And under burdens heavily did grone : Who sheepheards still in vaguing lodgings liv'd, “ But though affliction force devotion's teares, Did sell their brother, brought their father food, Cursd are those workes which such oppression And highly griev'd for former harme contriv'd,


From murther scap'd, by flouds for death confin'd, He though he grudg’d, and Tews' first idoll mače,
He when scarce borne, whom God did strangely Was grac'd alive, and glorified when dead.
Of reeds his cradle, rocking with the winde, [keepe,
As lalling him, the softly sounding deepe, Their sister Miriam, mirrour of her kinde,
Did seeme to sing, (with kisses cold too kinde)

With flaming ardour, ravish'd up above, -
Hence, monsters, hence, doe not disturbe his sleepe: To sing God's praise, she with true zeale inclin'd,
Who makes our nymphs all passionate to prove, Scorn'd mortall matches, courting still his love,
Whilst Egypt's princesse comes to court his love. Yet, envy once so tainted had her minde,

Her bodie's beauties all did leprous prove:
Yet with his race he rather choos'd to smart,
Then to be held for Pharoh's daughter's brood,

Till he whose harme she studied to contrive,
And with an Hebrew boldly taking part,

Her pardon sought, the meekest man alive.
Kill'd one of Egypt who against him stood ;
How could base envy poyson so a heart?

He who from Israel forc'd the plague to part,
He guerdon’d was with ill for doing good,

The bravest impe of that annoynted broud, Till in exile farre from his friends remov'd,

No thirst of praise, nor hatred in his heart, Great Pharoh's nurseling lethro's shepheard prov'd. Whose act seem'd ill, but bis intent was good;

O happy man, how strange was his 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 fames with rare instructions stor'd; His sacred message wonders did approve, That it confirm’d, he boldly might record :

Neere Moses stands that valorous brood of Nun,

By whose direction Israel reach'd her marke, The hand soone leprous, was as quickly pure, (cure. From whom for reverence, Iordan backe did runne, Which drugges, nor charmes, did not procure, por

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 Sunde, Left frothy furrowes, where it till'd 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 still 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 staod, Both bow and shaft, an animated tree.

Their match in conquering, more in scorning

crownes, Who wonders not what wonders then were wrought, who would but God obey, not men command, 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 flies long

fought; Plagues, thunder, tempests, all inflicted harmes :

His fellow spye, who would not witnesse wrong, Till that the kingdome was with ang ish fill'd,

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.” lewes' 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 floud 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 Canaan 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)his corps to death 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 ėmbroydered on his brest, Against whose goade, no 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.

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I see that dame whom Hebrewes honour most, 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 judge, 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, his 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 caine, 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 fight, 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 grące, 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 his foes betray'd. A little naile, and in a woman's hand.

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 sonde? he some great matter tryes This gorgeous creature, curious Nature's sport, The souldiers to reward, they part the spoiles, A 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 sbe with dreames was flattered all the space, “Those who usurpe their power, must tyrants prove." Whil'st he (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 his 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: Whilst 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 (whil'st 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 kill'd ere it came neare.
E This man when offered fled a soveraigne's place,

But what behold 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 jetrels 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, Which did procure the ruine of his race,

Till desp'rate courage burning with revenge,

Pull'd downe their temple, smoothering all about, By making lewes (too superstitious) dote: “None should serve God, but as himselfe directs,

Where thousands kill'd, life sold at no base rate, A good intention may breed bad effects.”

A famous ruine rear'd his tombe in state. That Gileadite, who, when exil'd from home,

Here with the rest, who judg'd the Hebrew race, lo forraine parts a martiall man excell'd,

And them from fues, in justice did maintaine, Not loathing all, for being wrong'd by some,

Though last in number, one comes first in place, Did save their states, who him from his expellid,

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 called, That valour may maintaine, not make a right.”

A judge, and prophet, twise in state enstall'd. 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 querfch'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 succeesour lov'd.

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