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         Wortley, Francis, Sir, 1591-1652.
      
       
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             Characters and elegies. By Francis VVortley, Knight and Baronet.
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           CHARACTERS
           
             AND
          
           ELEGIES
           .
        
         
           
             BY
          
           FRANCIS
           VVORTLEY
           ,
           
             Knight
          
           and
           
             Baronet
             .
          
        
         
         
           Printed
           in
           the
           Yeere
           ,
           M
           DC
           XLVI
           .
        
      
       
       
       
         
           TO
           THE
           LOVERS
           OF
           HONOUR
           &
           POESIE
           .
        
         
           
             GENTLEMEN
             ,
          
        
         
           YOu
           whose
           constitutions
           are
           even
           and
           equall
           ,
           not
           over-balanced
           with
           earthly
           and
           base
           metall
           ,
           love
           Honour
           and
           Gallantry
           in
           any
           man
           ,
           &
           
             virtus
             in
             hoste
             probatur
             .
          
           You
           who
           know
           God
           made
           all
           things
           by
           his
           owne
           Rule
           of
           Proportion
           ,
           (
           in
           weight
           ,
           measure
           and
           number
           :
           )
           you
           who
           are
           friends
           to
           that
           Divine
           ,
           Noble
           ,
           and
           Royall
           Art
           of
           Poesy
           ,
           for
           what
           is
           it
           but
           well
           weighed
           words
           ,
           made
           even
           by
           that
           
             Lesbian
          
           Rule
           of
           Proportion
           ?
           you
           can
           best
           judge
           of
           these
           phancies
           dedicated
           to
           you
           ,
           as
           they
           are
           meant
           .
           The
           subject
           of
           my
           Poetry
           is
           noble
           ,
           and
           the
           noblest
           of
           Gods
           creatures
           ,
           Man
           ,
           brave
           men
           ,
           
           loyal
           men
           ,
           who
           have
           dyed
           like
           
             Ionathan
          
           and
           his
           brothers
           ,
           either
           with
           the
           King
           ,
           or
           in
           his
           Cause
           ,
           (
           most
           of
           them
           )
           the
           other
           were
           worthy
           a
           better
           Muse
           as
           well
           as
           they
           .
        
         
           This
           way
           of
           service
           to
           the
           memory
           of
           the
           dead
           wants
           not
           presidents
           worthy
           our
           imitations
           ,
           Kings
           and
           Prophets
           ,
           and
           the
           greatest
           Law-giver
           ,
           whom
           I
           will
           take
           for
           my
           first
           president
           of
           Poetry
           ,
           even
           
             Moses
             ,
          
           who
           from
           Gods
           owne
           mouth
           gave
           the
           Law
           to
           his
           owne
           people
           :
           he
           composed
           such
           a
           song
           ,
           as
           the
           Lambe
           and
           Angels
           make
           use
           of
           it
           ,
           (
           
             Apoc.
          
           15.
           )
           which
           was
           his
           song
           of
           deliverance
           he
           left
           composed
           ,
           and
           so
           first
           sanctified
           Poetry
           ,
           as
           Christ
           and
           his
           Apostles
           in
           the
           New
           Testament
           by
           the
           allegation
           of
           the
           Psalmes
           and
           Prophets
           ,
           who
           were
           both
           Poets
           and
           
             Vates
             .
          
           Also
           S.
           
             Paul
          
           sanctified
           the
           Heathen
           Poets
           .
           
             David
             ,
             vir
             secundùm
             cor
             Dei
             ,
          
           that
           pious
           Prince
           ,
           that
           martiall
           King
           ,
           that
           glorious
           man
           of
           God
           ,
           truly
           deserved
           that
           glorious
           Epithet
           ,
           
             Princeps
             Poetarum
             .
             Solomon
             ,
          
           the
           wisest
           of
           men
           ,
           composed
           his
           Songs
           and
           Canticles
           .
           
             David
          
           in
           this
           way
           of
           Poesy
           made
           an
           
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
          
           for
           
             Saul
          
           and
           
             Ionathan
             .
          
           And
           
             Ieremy
          
           made
           the
           
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
          
           for
           good
           
             Iosias
             .
          
           He
           that
           goes
           up
           to
           the
           mountaine
           of
           God
           ,
           shall
           meet
           the
           Prophets
           
           with
           musicall
           raptures
           .
           The
           Jewes
           buryed
           their
           dead
           with
           great
           ceremony
           ,
           and
           had
           their
           
             Praeficaes
             ,
          
           women
           singers
           ,
           their
           
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
          
           ,
           their
           songs
           of
           mourning
           and
           lamentation
           ,
           their
           burning
           of
           Incense
           and
           sweet
           odours
           for
           their
           Kings
           ,
           and
           solemn
           mournings
           for
           their
           Princes
           .
           They
           mourned
           and
           fasted
           (
           1
           
             Sam.
          
           31.
           13.
           and
           2
           
             Sam.
          
           1.
           12.
           
           )
           for
           their
           Kings
           ,
           they
           mourned
           many
           dayes
           ,
           as
           for
           
             Moses
          
           and
           
             Ioshua
             ,
          
           and
           so
           for
           
             Iosias
             ;
          
           for
           whom
           (
           as
           I
           said
           )
           
             Ieremy
          
           made
           the
           
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
          
           .
           The
           chief
           mourner
           at
           every
           resting
           place
           sung
           the
           usuall
           
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
          
           ,
           or
           as
           we
           call
           it
           ,
           the
           burden
           of
           the
           song
           ;
           like
           that
           in
           
             Ier.
             9.
             18.
             that
             our
             eyes
             may
             run
             downe
             with
             teares
             ,
             and
             our
             eye-lids
             gush
             out
             with
             waters
             .
          
           And
           this
           they
           did
           in
           hope
           of
           Resurrection
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           honour
           of
           the
           dead
           ,
           for
           they
           comforted
           their
           friends
           with
           places
           of
           Scripture
           fullest
           of
           comfort
           ,
           as
           that
           of
           
             Esay
             25.
             8.
             
             He
             will
             swallow
             up
             death
             in
             victory
             ,
             and
             wipe
             away
             all
             teares
             :
          
           And
           
             Psal.
             72.
             16.
             
             They
             shall
             flourish
             and
             spring
             againe
             as
             the
             grasse
             on
             the
             earth
             .
          
           And
           they
           called
           the
           Church-yard
           ,
           or
           burying
           place
           ,
           BETH
           CHAIIM
           ,
           
             Domus
             viventium
             ,
          
           the
           house
           of
           the
           living
           .
        
         
           The
           Primitive
           Church
           used
           such
           Ceremonies
           
           in
           this
           way
           ,
           as
           would
           passe
           for
           Popery
           amongst
           us
           now
           adayes
           ▪
           though
           it
           was
           in
           the
           purest
           times
           of
           the
           Church
           used
           ,
           (
           so
           much
           as
           it
           was
           by
           mistake
           abused
           )
           and
           turned
           to
           Idolatry
           .
           But
           if
           that
           were
           a
           just
           exception
           against
           lawfull
           Ceremonies
           ,
           it
           may
           stand
           as
           well
           against
           Doctrine
           as
           Discipline
           ,
           for
           both
           have
           beene
           abused
           ,
           the
           one
           by
           Heretiques
           ,
           the
           other
           by
           Schismatiques
           ,
           and
           both
           ought
           to
           be
           observed
           ,
           the
           one
           
             in
             ordine
             ad
             esse
             Ecclesiae
             ,
          
           the
           other
           
             ad
             bene
             esse
             .
          
           So
           this
           kind
           of
           Poesie
           hath
           warrant
           beyond
           exception
           ,
           and
           this
           ceremony
           of
           Buryall
           :
           He
           who
           wanted
           it
           amongst
           the
           Jewes
           was
           said
           to
           
             have
             the
             buryall
             of
             an
             Asse
             ,
          
           so
           
             Ier.
             22.
             
             Ieconia
          
           vvas
           said
           to
           have
           such
           a
           buryall
           .
        
         
           Thus
           much
           I
           have
           said
           to
           satisfie
           the
           curious
           ,
           or
           rather
           ignorant
           concerning
           Poesy
           ,
           and
           the
           honourable
           mention
           and
           memory
           of
           the
           dead
           :
           And
           they
           who
           had
           it
           not
           in
           the
           Primitive
           Church
           (
           if
           it
           could
           be
           had
           )
           were
           said
           to
           have
           
             insepultam
             sepulturam
             .
          
           As
           for
           my
           Characters
           and
           Translations
           ,
           they
           are
           fruits
           of
           Phansie
           ,
           and
           vvere
           but
           as
           Salads
           are
           to
           solid
           dishes
           ,
           to
           sharpen
           the
           appetite
           :
           so
           these
           to
           my
           serious
           studies
           vvere
           ,
           or
           as
           
             Davids
          
           Harp
           ,
           to
           the
           
           melancholy
           thoughts
           of
           my
           imprisonment
           .
           I
           must
           acknowledge
           (
           with
           thanks
           to
           God
           )
           I
           found
           singular
           comfort
           in
           this
           way
           ,
           and
           this
           sufferance
           ,
           and
           that
           it
           set
           an
           edge
           upon
           my
           over-tyred
           and
           dulled
           braine
           ,
           and
           these
           Phancies
           vvere
           the
           fire
           vvarmed
           them
           .
           My
           vvish
           is
           ,
           they
           may
           be
           accepted
           of
           such
           as
           know
           how
           to
           judge
           ,
           and
           have
           so
           much
           honour
           not
           to
           misinterpret
           good
           meaning
           ,
           and
           my
           zeale
           to
           the
           Cause
           vvherein
           I
           suffer
           .
           I
           thanke
           heaven
           ,
           God
           hath
           supplyed
           me
           vvith
           a
           large
           measure
           of
           patience
           and
           comfort
           ,
           as
           pledges
           of
           his
           favour
           ,
           and
           so
           much
           charity
           ▪
           I
           wish
           them
           rather
           a
           right
           understanding
           ,
           then
           any
           ill
           ;
           and
           such
           a
           proportion
           of
           inward
           comfort
           as
           may
           make
           them
           as
           happy
           in
           their
           Liberty
           as
           I
           am
           in
           prison
           .
           Let
           them
           therefore
           with
           Charity
           reade
           ,
           what
           they
           find
           in
           this
           little
           Volume
           ,
           and
           such
           an
           encouragement
           may
           produce
           to
           the
           view
           of
           the
           world
           ,
           my
           more
           serious
           Studies
           ,
           to
           which
           these
           were
           but
           a
           preparative
           ,
           and
           as
           I
           said
           before
           ,
           a
           salad
           to
           more
           solid
           dishes
           ,
           which
           I
           will
           promise
           you
           shall
           be
           served
           up
           ,
           if
           this
           please
           ;
           if
           not
           ,
           I
           have
           not
           lost
           my
           patience
           ,
           much
           lesse
           the
           comfort
           of
           my
           phancie
           ,
           (
           which
           
           none
           can
           take
           from
           me
           )
           and
           I
           can
           content
           my selfe
           with
           that
           Greek
           saying
           ,
           which
           suits
           me
           as
           well
           as
           if
           it
           had
           been
           made
           for
           me
           ,
        
         
           
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
             {non-Roman}
          
           .
           
             
               The
               Motto
               of
               my
               Family
               .
            
          
           
             AMICITIAS
             VOLO
             ,
             INIMICITIAS
             SPERNO
             .
          
           
             
               I
               study
               my
               friends
               ,
               and
               scorne
               my
               causelesse
               enemies
               .
            
          
        
         
           This
           is
           the
           Resolution
           of
           
             your
             Servant
             ,
             
               Fr.
               Wortley
               .
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           CHARACTERS
           
             AND
          
           ELEGIES
           .
        
         
           
             
               CHARACT
               .
               I.
            
             The
             Character
             of
             His
             Royall
             Majestie
             .
          
           
             MY
             Soveraigne
             is
             a
             King
             ,
             whose
             Vertues
             make
             his
             claim
             as
             good
             to
             a
             Crown
             ,
             as
             his
             blood
             and
             his
             birth-right
             doth
             to
             this
             :
             yet
             no
             King
             in
             Europe
             can
             derive
             his
             right
             from
             more
             royall
             ,
             vertuous
             ,
             and
             victorious
             Predecessors
             then
             he
             ,
             nor
             better
             prove
             his
             title
             in
             relation
             to
             all
             three
             ,
             then
             my
             Master
             can
             .
             What
             the
             Brittains
             lost
             to
             the
             Saxons
             ,
             they
             to
             the
             Danes
             ,
             and
             the
             Norman
             got
             from
             both
             ,
             is
             his
             birth-right
             ,
             besides
             the
             Kingdomes
             of
             Scotland
             and
             Ireland
             ,
             and
             Principality
             of
             Wales
             ,
             additions
             to
             the
             Normans
             Conquest
             :
             Had
             he
             begun
             his
             first
             
               Quinquenium
               ,
            
             as
             he
             hath
             spent
             these
             last
             ,
             and
             drawne
             that
             blood
             abroad
             which
             hath
             been
             spilt
             at
             home
             ;
             had
             he
             been
             as
             quick
             in
             justice
             ,
             as
             he
             hath
             been
             apt
             to
             mercie
             ;
             had
             he
             brought
             in
             the
             Scots
             into
             this
             Kingdome
             ,
             (
             as
             his
             Father
             did
             ;
             )
             had
             they
             not
             been
             called
             in
             ,
             my
             
             Master
             had
             been
             the
             most
             powerfull
             and
             the
             most
             happy
             King
             in
             Christendome
             ,
             but
             he
             was
             born
             to
             raigne
             when
             the
             Aspects
             of
             the
             Planets
             were
             malignant
             ,
             and
             in
             unhappy
             conjunctions
             or
             oppositions
             ,
             in
             relation
             to
             his
             Kingdomes
             ,
             disposing
             Subjects
             to
             innovation
             in
             Religion
             ,
             and
             immoderate
             desires
             of
             libertie
             ,
             (
             as
             that
             great
             Master
             in
             Astrologie
             ,
             
               Tichobrahi
               ,
            
             in
             his
             Observations
             upon
             that
             fatall
             Comet
             preceded
             the
             Germane
             war
             ,
             foretold
             .
             )
             T
             is
             true
             ,
             Planets
             may
             dispose
             ,
             but
             cannot
             necessitate
             ;
             
               Imperant
               astra
               sensui
               ,
               non
               rationi
               ,
               nil
               voluntatem
               impellunt
               ,
            
             for
             otherwise
             they
             should
             be
             guilty
             of
             our
             sins
             ,
             not
             we
             .
             When
             my
             Master
             is
             upon
             his
             Throne
             of
             Justice
             ,
             he
             is
             like
             the
             tongue
             of
             the
             Ballance
             ,
             and
             makes
             the
             Scales
             stand
             right
             and
             equall
             betwixt
             the
             extreames
             ,
             Mercie
             and
             Judgement
             :
             but
             God
             cast
             into
             the
             scale
             of
             Mercie
             some
             grains
             of
             his
             favour
             ,
             which
             turn'd
             the
             scale
             ,
             and
             made
             him
             the
             most
             mild
             ,
             pious
             ,
             and
             best
             beloved
             Prince
             of
             Christendome
             :
             yet
             who
             can
             say
             that
             ever
             he
             feared
             to
             doe
             justice
             ,
             or
             spared
             it
             ,
             if
             not
             over-intreated
             by
             such
             as
             made
             too
             great
             an
             advantage
             of
             his
             goodnesse
             ?
             It
             was
             a
             saying
             of
             
               Seneca's
               ,
            
             that
             
               Parcere
               omnibus
               &
               nullis
               est
               aequa
               crudelitas
               ,
            
             but
             it
             is
             greater
             cruelty
             to
             the
             good
             to
             spare
             all
             ,
             then
             to
             the
             bad
             to
             spare
             none
             .
             
               Seneca
            
             sayes
             ,
             
               Clementia
               tutum
               Regem
               in
               aperto
               ostendit
               ,
            
             for
             that
             ,
             he
             said
             ,
             begot
             the
             love
             of
             the
             people
             ,
             and
             I
             say
             it
             should
             make
             him
             raigne
             in
             the
             hearts
             and
             affections
             of
             his
             Subjects
             ;
             but
             never
             good
             King
             was
             worse
             understood
             ,
             nor
             more
             unhappily
             mistaken
             .
             All
             I
             can
             or
             will
             say
             ,
             is
             ,
             the
             faults
             which
             were
             laid
             to
             his
             charge
             in
             the
             beginning
             of
             his
             troubles
             ,
             (
             but
             whispered
             )
             are
             now
             thwarted
             so
             ,
             that
             they
             become
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             contradictory
             one
             to
             the
             other
             ,
             and
             one
             of
             them
             must
             fall
             .
             At
             first
             he
             was
             weak
             ,
             now
             he
             is
             thought
             too
             politique
             ;
             at
             first
             easie
             ,
             now
             too
             
             stiffe
             ;
             at
             first
             too
             peacefull
             ,
             now
             too
             martiall
             :
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             I
             need
             not
             write
             his
             Character
             ,
             if
             his
             History
             be
             not
             wronged
             ;
             I
             cannot
             make
             so
             good
             an
             one
             ,
             as
             that
             will
             prove
             him
             :
             To
             which
             I
             leave
             him
             ,
             but
             with
             hopes
             to
             see
             him
             break
             through
             this
             cloud
             ,
             (
             which
             over-shadowes
             him
             )
             and
             shine
             as
             bright
             and
             gloriously
             as
             ever
             ,
             or
             more
             ,
             (
             improved
             by
             these
             sad
             tryalls
             )
             which
             shall
             be
             my
             Prayer
             for
             my
             Master
             ,
             and
             ought
             to
             be
             of
             every
             loving
             Subject
             for
             his
             Soveraigne
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               II.
            
             The
             Character
             of
             the
             Queenes
             Majestie
             .
          
           
             THe
             Queene
             is
             a
             Lady
             of
             Illustrious
             blood
             and
             birth
             ,
             as
             any
             of
             
               Europe
               ,
            
             (
             except
             her
             own
             daughters
             )
             whose
             Father
             casts
             the
             scale
             ,
             and
             gives
             it
             them
             ,
             derived
             from
             him
             ,
             who
             is
             really
             one
             of
             the
             best
             borne
             Princes
             of
             Christendome
             ,
             except
             his
             owne
             Son
             .
             She
             was
             daughter
             to
             that
             
               Mars
            
             of
             
               France
               ,
               Henry
            
             the
             Great
             ,
             (
             truly
             the
             greatest
             
               France
            
             ever
             had
             )
             as
             well
             for
             Royall
             blood
             ,
             Heroick
             vertues
             ,
             as
             power
             and
             dominion
             .
             At
             home
             few
             Princes
             were
             so
             beloved
             ,
             abroad
             none
             more
             feared
             ,
             for
             his
             Sword
             was
             as
             glorious
             as
             his
             Wisdom
             .
             Her
             mother
             was
             a
             Lady
             of
             great
             blood
             and
             wisdome
             ,
             as
             appeared
             by
             her
             Government
             of
             
               France
               ,
            
             (
             a
             people
             uncapable
             of
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             the
             government
             of
             Woman
             )
             that
             must
             ,
             and
             wil
             confesse
             it self
             more
             happy
             in
             her
             regiment
             ,
             then
             it
             hath
             been
             ever
             since
             (
             although
             victorious
             )
             under
             the
             service
             or
             command
             of
             her
             two
             great
             States
             men
             the
             Cardinals
             ,
             she
             commanding
             that
             in
             love
             and
             obedience
             ,
             which
             reason
             of
             State
             hath
             since
             conquered
             in
             
               France
               .
            
             The
             beauty
             of
             our
             Queene
             was
             as
             royall
             and
             soveraigne
             as
             her
             bloud
             and
             vertues
             ,
             and
             true
             parallels
             ,
             yet
             concur
             in
             
             the
             centre
             .
             Wisdome
             and
             Constancie
             are
             her
             portion
             in
             this
             world
             ,
             and
             her
             Piety
             bids
             faire
             for
             the
             next
             .
             Her
             Wisdome
             appeares
             to
             all
             admiration
             ,
             for
             she
             hath
             out-done
             all
             agents
             of
             her
             sexe
             ,
             much
             more
             of
             her
             quality
             ,
             in
             her
             negotiations
             ,
             her
             love
             adding
             wings
             to
             her
             spirit
             ,
             and
             that
             strength
             to
             her
             body
             ,
             to
             expedite
             what
             the
             most
             active
             here
             or
             abroad
             thought
             improbable
             ,
             nay
             impossible
             to
             be
             effected
             .
             For
             her
             Constancie
             ,
             I
             wonder
             at
             that
             ,
             more
             then
             this
             ,
             that
             for
             a
             Crowne
             she
             dare
             not
             change
             her
             Religion
             ,
             having
             such
             a
             President
             as
             her
             glorious
             Father
             ,
             (
             in
             all
             but
             that
             )
             and
             yet
             admire
             it
             more
             ,
             considering
             her
             love
             to
             the
             King
             ,
             and
             the
             advantage
             her
             wisdome
             assures
             the
             change
             would
             bring
             to
             their
             designes
             ,
             the
             perfection
             of
             the
             presidents
             ,
             the
             one
             in
             constancie
             ,
             the
             other
             in
             change
             ,
             Ladies
             being
             more
             apt
             to
             follow
             the
             old
             French
             ,
             then
             the
             new
             English
             fashion
             .
             If
             I
             knew
             her
             not
             wise
             ,
             as
             royall
             and
             pious
             as
             either
             ,
             I
             could
             most
             admire
             her
             favours
             to
             those
             of
             our
             Nation
             in
             
               France
               ,
            
             considering
             her
             sufferance
             ,
             and
             her
             Husbands
             here
             ;
             yet
             she
             is
             still
             a
             Sanctuary
             to
             her
             Husbands
             friends
             ,
             (
             a
             rare
             president
             of
             Charitie
             )
             and
             in
             all
             this
             so
             cheerfull
             ,
             she
             rather
             encourageth
             others
             ,
             then
             seemes
             to
             sinke
             under
             such
             a
             weight
             of
             afflictions
             ,
             and
             in
             this
             exceeds
             her selfe
             as
             much
             as
             her
             sexe
             in
             the
             other
             .
             Though
             I
             would
             not
             have
             her
             mutable
             ,
             yet
             from
             my
             soule
             I
             wish
             her
             conformable
             to
             the
             King
             in
             her
             Religion
             ,
             which
             must
             be
             the
             work
             of
             heaven
             ;
             In
             the
             meane
             time
             I
             wish
             that
             we
             were
             as
             really
             charitable
             ,
             as
             she
             is
             truly
             pious
             ,
             that
             she
             could
             see
             our
             faith
             by
             our
             good
             works
             ,
             that
             they
             might
             as
             much
             convince
             her
             conscience
             to
             change
             ,
             as
             reason
             of
             State
             might
             and
             does
             move
             her
             reason
             to
             that
             conformitie
             ,
             and
             truly
             binds
             her
             to
             it
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             were
             she
             thus
             ,
             I
             know
             no
             Nation
             under
             heaven
             
             so
             happy
             as
             we
             must
             then
             confesse
             our selves
             ,
             who
             have
             now
             made
             our selves
             
               Ludibrium
               mundi
               ,
            
             the
             scorne
             of
             the
             world
             ,
             as
             much
             despised
             abroad
             ,
             as
             we
             lately
             were
             glorious
             :
             who
             like
             
               Esops
            
             dog
             ,
             have
             forsaken
             the
             substance
             ,
             and
             snatched
             at
             shadowes
             ,
             and
             our
             losse
             is
             really
             as
             irreparable
             ,
             as
             his
             is
             fained
             ,
             if
             heaven
             help
             not
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               III.
            
             The
             hopefull
             Prince
             .
          
           
             AS
             the
             sea
             is
             the
             Centre
             of
             the
             Element
             of
             water
             ,
             to
             which
             all
             rivers
             tend
             ,
             and
             in
             which
             they
             emptie
             their
             fulnesse
             :
             So
             is
             my
             Prince
             the
             Sea
             of
             Royall
             vertues
             ,
             the
             Centre
             of
             Princely
             blood
             ,
             from
             which
             we
             hope
             springs
             of
             vertues
             ,
             and
             honor
             ,
             nay
             rivers
             will
             break
             forth
             and
             inrich
             the
             world
             in
             future
             ;
             As
             all
             Rayes
             have
             a
             point
             where
             they
             begin
             ,
             and
             a
             Centre
             or
             point
             of
             concourse
             either
             directly
             or
             by
             reflex
             where
             they
             meet
             or
             terminate
             ,
             so
             there
             is
             no
             line
             or
             ray
             of
             vertue
             ,
             that
             meets
             not
             in
             this
             point
             of
             concourse
             ,
             no
             point
             of
             pietie
             of
             honor
             which
             we
             may
             not
             
               petere
               principia
            
             from
             his
             Royall
             Progenitors
             ,
             and
             terminate
             it
             in
             him
             .
             Fashions
             follow
             the
             humours
             of
             the
             people
             ,
             and
             they
             the
             dispositions
             of
             mens
             mindes
             ,
             dispositions
             are
             much
             governed
             (
             in
             respect
             of
             the
             remote
             cause
             )
             by
             the
             influence
             and
             aspects
             of
             the
             Stars
             ,
             and
             that
             by
             the
             supreame
             cause
             of
             causes
             :
             If
             we
             looke
             with
             the
             eyes
             of
             nature
             ,
             we
             may
             wonder
             at
             the
             times
             ;
             if
             of
             grace
             ;
             wee
             have
             deserved
             the
             worst
             wee
             suffer
             ,
             by
             abusing
             the
             best
             blessings
             wee
             injoyed
             .
             If
             this
             hinder
             not
             ,
             I
             know
             no
             reason
             ,
             but
             wee
             may
             looke
             for
             happy
             times
             ,
             and
             derive
             them
             from
             these
             lesser
             wheeles
             ,
             moved
             by
             the
             greater
             .
             Looke
             on
             my
             Prince
             ,
             if
             you
             (
             Martiall
             spirits
             )
             expect
             action
             ,
             and
             derive
             him
             
             from
             that
             
               Boanerges
               ,
            
             the
             sonne
             of
             
               Thunder
               ,
               Henry
            
             of
             
               France
               ,
            
             the
             greatest
             of
             that
             name
             ,
             nay
             of
             her
             Kings
             :
             If
             for
             peacefull
             and
             politique
             government
             ,
             looke
             northward
             upon
             King
             
               James
            
             the
             
               Solomon
            
             of
             his
             time
             ,
             the
             Prince
             of
             peace
             on
             earth
             :
             If
             you
             looke
             to
             be
             glorious
             in
             forraigne
             conquests
             ,
             derive
             him
             from
             
               William
            
             the
             Conqueror
             (
             who
             began
             younger
             then
             he
             )
             and
             with
             happy
             successe
             subdued
             his
             Rebels
             ,
             joyned
             with
             the
             power
             of
             
               France
               ,
            
             and
             made
             both
             
               Henry
            
             of
             
               France
            
             and
             
               Philip
            
             his
             Sonne
             know
             ,
             that
             he
             meant
             to
             be
             a
             Conqueror
             :
             If
             you
             looke
             for
             glorious
             action
             further
             from
             home
             ,
             derive
             him
             from
             the
             First
             
               Richard
               ,
            
             or
             the
             First
             
               Edward
               ,
            
             whose
             names
             were
             as
             terrible
             to
             Infidells
             ,
             as
             
               William
            
             to
             the
             Saxons
             ,
             &
             as
             much
             renowned
             amongst
             all
             Christian
             Princes
             :
             If
             nearer
             home
             ,
             draw
             his
             line
             from
             the
             Victorious
             
               Edwards
               ,
            
             the
             glorious
             
               Henries
               :
            
             If
             you
             would
             have
             him
             subtilly
             politicke
             ,
             with
             lesse
             respect
             to
             Soveraign
             honour
             ,
             fetch
             him
             from
             the
             Eleventh
             
               Lewis
            
             of
             
               France
               :
            
             If
             more
             wise
             and
             truly
             valiant
             ,
             and
             better
             skill'd
             to
             govern
             the
             English
             ,
             either
             in
             the
             Martiall
             or
             Civill
             way
             ,
             or
             Politicke
             ,
             derive
             him
             from
             him
             ,
             from
             whom
             he
             derives
             his
             right
             to
             the
             Crowne
             ,
             the
             Seaventh
             
               Henrie
               :
            
             If
             you
             would
             have
             him
             pious
             and
             patient
             ,
             and
             struggle
             with
             his
             Stars
             with
             prudent
             magnanimitie
             :
             joyned
             with
             these
             vertues
             ,
             looke
             upon
             his
             Royall
             Parents
             ,
             and
             pray
             that
             like
             our
             third
             
               Henrie
               ,
            
             they
             after
             these
             stormes
             may
             be
             as
             happy
             in
             my
             Prince
             their
             Sonne
             ,
             our
             hopes
             ,
             as
             he
             and
             his
             Queene
             were
             in
             our
             First
             
               Edward
               ,
            
             in
             relation
             to
             both
             Kingdomes
             :
             that
             after
             as
             long
             a
             raigne
             of
             his
             Royall
             Parents
             ,
             he
             may
             (
             as
             he
             did
             )
             give
             law
             to
             both
             Kingdomes
             ,
             and
             settle
             the
             three
             Kingdomes
             ,
             and
             leave
             them
             in
             as
             much
             glorie
             ,
             as
             he
             did
             this
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             
               IV.
            
             A
             true
             Character
             of
             the
             Illustrious
             
               James
            
             Duke
             of
             York
             .
          
           
             THe
             Duke
             of
             Yorke
             is
             a
             Prince
             for
             his
             birth
             may
             compare
             with
             any
             of
             Europe
             ,
             (
             being
             my
             Master
             ,
             his
             Brothers
             parallel
             )
             and
             I
             dare
             say
             cannot
             suffer
             in
             the
             comparison
             .
             He
             ownes
             his
             Royall
             Father
             ,
             and
             is
             as
             like
             him
             as
             Nature
             could
             cast
             him
             in
             so
             Princely
             a
             mould
             :
             so
             like
             he
             is
             ,
             we
             may
             invert
             that
             Royall
             Epithet
             was
             given
             his
             Father
             ,
             
               Jacobissimus
               Carolus
               ,
            
             to
             
               Carolissimus
               Jacobus
               :
            
             and
             he
             makes
             it
             good
             .
             Those
             who
             know
             him
             ,
             know
             I
             flatter
             him
             not
             ,
             if
             I
             say
             his
             disposition
             ownes
             his
             Illustrious
             blood
             ,
             and
             his
             Gallantry
             speaks
             the
             languages
             of
             his
             birth
             .
             I
             dare
             promise
             his
             Princely
             Brother
             a
             gallant
             second
             ,
             and
             as
             faithfull
             as
             he
             can
             hope
             him
             .
             As
             valiant
             
               Clarence
            
             was
             to
             our
             glorious
             5.
             
             
               Henry
               ,
            
             so
             shall
             
               James
            
             be
             to
             his
             victorious
             Brother
             .
             Had
             
               Frances
               Mars
            
             her
             glorious
             4.
             
             
               Henry
            
             seene
             these
             blossomes
             springing
             from
             his
             Flower-de-luce
             ,
             he
             would
             have
             rejoyced
             as
             much
             as
             so
             great
             a
             King
             could
             ,
             to
             see
             his
             dearest
             daughter
             ,
             and
             his
             so
             lively
             Character
             their
             mother
             so
             happy
             in
             this
             blessing
             ,
             as
             it
             repayres
             or
             counterballances
             the
             sad
             condition
             of
             her
             present
             fortune
             :
             And
             he
             would
             have
             righted
             his
             interest
             in
             them
             ,
             and
             have
             made
             England
             know
             he
             was
             their
             Grandfather
             ,
             (
             which
             the
             world
             shall
             see
             by
             their
             glorious
             actions
             .
             )
             It
             is
             not
             novelty
             ,
             out
             of
             our
             Histories
             to
             produce
             examples
             ,
             that
             our
             wisest
             and
             most
             victorious
             Kings
             and
             Princes
             have
             by
             a
             supreme
             power
             been
             raised
             out
             of
             the
             dust
             ,
             and
             have
             erected
             stately
             monuments
             and
             glorious
             Tropheys
             upon
             such
             sad
             foundations
             as
             ours
             must
             build
             on
             ;
             So
             
               William
            
             triumphed
             over
             his
             Rebellious
             Normans
             ,
             in
             spite
             
             of
             the
             power
             of
             France
             ,
             and
             after
             over
             the
             English
             :
             so
             our
             second
             
               Henry
               ,
            
             our
             third
             ,
             our
             fourth
             ,
             and
             seventh
             ,
             (
             to
             omit
             others
             )
             made
             themselves
             glorious
             in
             spite
             of
             suppression
             and
             sad
             tryals
             ,
             and
             were
             (
             like
             gold
             refined
             in
             the
             fornace
             )
             made
             more
             glorious
             ,
             happy
             ,
             and
             wise
             by
             their
             afflictions
             ,
             for
             the
             sweetnesse
             of
             changes
             appeares
             best
             in
             oppositions
             .
             He
             knowes
             not
             true
             happinesse
             ,
             who
             hath
             not
             felt
             some
             adversity
             .
             Sharp
             Schools
             make
             the
             best
             Scholars
             .
             Who
             knowes
             not
             the
             sad
             effects
             of
             Warre
             ,
             cannot
             value
             Peace
             .
             And
             no
             Prince
             manages
             Peace
             so
             happily
             ,
             as
             he
             who
             knowes
             the
             evil
             of
             War
             ,
             yet
             knowes
             how
             to
             put
             on
             his
             Armes
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             to
             lay
             them
             aside
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             this
             hardship
             our
             hopes
             have
             suffered
             ,
             hath
             much
             improved
             them
             ,
             and
             I
             dare
             promise
             to
             the
             world
             happinesse
             from
             it
             ,
             and
             I
             hope
             a
             share
             in
             his
             ,
             whose
             title
             entitles
             my
             hope
             and
             interest
             in
             him
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             my
             Princely
             Master
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               V.
            
             The
             Character
             of
             a
             Noble
             Generall
             .
          
           
             A
             Noble
             Generall
             is
             a
             man
             who
             hath
             peace
             with
             heaven
             ,
             and
             forgets
             not
             he
             is
             to
             make
             his
             accompt
             to
             God
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             man
             ,
             and
             therefore
             dares
             not
             doe
             that
             he
             knowes
             not
             how
             to
             answer
             to
             God
             ,
             in
             respect
             of
             his
             conscience
             ,
             nor
             man
             in
             regard
             of
             his
             honour
             :
             he
             knowes
             he
             is
             not
             fit
             for
             command
             of
             others
             ,
             is
             not
             master
             of
             himselfe
             ,
             and
             therefore
             studyes
             that
             first
             ;
             yet
             is
             not
             such
             selfe-lover
             that
             he
             forgets
             his
             duty
             to
             either
             God
             or
             his
             Prince
             ,
             it
             being
             no
             question
             ,
             whether
             a
             Generall
             should
             obey
             God
             ,
             or
             man
             ,
             he
             first
             examines
             the
             quarrell
             before
             he
             accepts
             his
             Commission
             ,
             and
             that
             satisfyed
             dares
             dye
             in
             it
             ,
             and
             that
             is
             his
             rule
             by
             which
             he
             directs
             his
             service
             .
             
             And
             as
             the
             Seaman
             by
             his
             compasse
             stears
             his
             course
             by
             that
             Card
             ,
             yet
             varies
             his
             course
             as
             he
             does
             in
             his
             voyage
             ,
             applying
             his
             experience
             to
             Occasions
             ,
             yet
             still
             with
             an
             eye
             upon
             his
             Card
             ,
             he
             often
             turnes
             his
             eyes
             inward
             ,
             and
             there
             findes
             his
             Character
             of
             his
             owne
             charge
             :
             An
             Army
             of
             as
             different
             humours
             ,
             and
             dispositions
             ,
             as
             
               Hannibals
            
             Army
             was
             ,
             and
             desires
             to
             governe
             his
             way
             :
             never
             one
             Nation
             was
             more
             intire
             in
             obedience
             ,
             never
             Generall
             more
             absolute
             in
             command
             ,
             never
             Generall
             studyed
             his
             Commission
             more
             ,
             never
             Army
             executed
             it
             better
             .
             Had
             
               Carthage
            
             beene
             as
             good
             a
             master
             ,
             as
             he
             a
             servant
             ,
             he
             had
             mastred
             
               Rome
               .
            
             He
             cannot
             be
             happy
             in
             command
             ,
             that
             knows
             not
             to
             obey
             ,
             and
             by
             that
             learnt
             to
             command
             .
             That
             Prince
             or
             State
             puts
             an
             Army
             into
             a
             young
             Souldiers
             charge
             ,
             its
             probable
             may
             pay
             as
             dear
             for
             his
             Learning
             ,
             as
             he
             that
             trusts
             his
             fortune
             in
             a
             Ship
             without
             a
             Pilot
             :
             If
             he
             speede
             well
             he
             is
             more
             beholden
             to
             chance
             ,
             then
             discretion
             ;
             this
             disadvantage
             is
             too
             great
             for
             a
             wise
             man
             to
             adventure
             the
             trust
             ,
             and
             an
             honest
             man
             the
             charge
             :
             Passions
             and
             sensualities
             are
             not
             more
             obnoxious
             to
             the
             soule
             in
             the
             naturall
             Body
             ,
             then
             these
             are
             to
             a
             Generall
             in
             relation
             to
             the
             body
             Politique
             ,
             good
             servants
             they
             are
             ,
             but
             dangerous
             masters
             :
             As
             the
             senses
             present
             objects
             to
             the
             Phancie
             ,
             and
             that
             to
             the
             intellect
             ,
             yet
             still
             the
             Will
             commands
             :
             so
             he
             is
             not
             in
             this
             without
             his
             well-chosen
             and
             well-rewarded
             intelligence
             and
             correspondency
             ,
             nor
             without
             his
             owne
             Jugdement
             ,
             and
             his
             choice
             Councells
             ,
             yet
             keepes
             still
             the
             prerogative
             of
             his
             command
             ,
             not
             so
             premptory
             ,
             as
             absolute
             .
             And
             as
             the
             soule
             loves
             every
             member
             ,
             yet
             makes
             use
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             communicates
             liberally
             to
             its
             occasions
             ,
             as
             it
             relates
             to
             the
             body
             ,
             so
             he
             commands
             not
             but
             with
             as
             much
             love
             ,
             yet
             indulges
             not
             so
             any
             member
             of
             
             his
             body
             ,
             nor
             sense
             ,
             or
             faculty
             of
             his
             soul
             ,
             but
             he
             prefers
             the
             body
             to
             any
             member
             ,
             and
             the
             soul
             to
             any
             sense
             ,
             and
             will
             rather
             curbe
             ,
             and
             suppresse
             an
             insolency
             or
             presumption
             in
             either
             ,
             then
             indanger
             the
             whole
             ,
             and
             knows
             that
             is
             lesse
             cruelty
             to
             the
             good
             to
             spare
             all
             ,
             then
             to
             the
             bad
             to
             save
             none
             .
             He
             looks
             upon
             his
             Officers
             as
             his
             senses
             ,
             and
             his
             Souldiers
             as
             his
             members
             ,
             yet
             had
             rather
             cut
             off
             a
             finger
             then
             be
             deaf
             ,
             or
             lose
             a
             hand
             then
             his
             eies
             .
             And
             this
             care
             of
             his
             is
             happily
             requited
             with
             a
             dutiful
             regard
             and
             affection
             unto
             his
             Souldiers
             .
             And
             yet
             he
             in
             respect
             to
             his
             Officers
             accompts
             himself
             
               singulis
               major
               ,
            
             and
             to
             his
             Army
             ,
             
               universis
               minor
               .
            
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             as
             God
             trusts
             the
             soule
             with
             the
             charge
             and
             command
             of
             the
             body
             ,
             so
             is
             he
             trusted
             with
             his
             Army
             ,
             and
             is
             as
             loath
             to
             hazard
             that
             ,
             but
             feares
             not
             :
             Much
             lesse
             denies
             to
             deliver
             up
             his
             commission
             ,
             or
             make
             his
             accompt
             ,
             when
             called
             for
             ,
             by
             the
             supream
             power
             ,
             and
             hath
             alwayes
             his
             accompt
             ready
             in
             respect
             to
             that
             supreame
             Commission
             of
             Gods
             ,
             or
             that
             inferiour
             of
             Mans
             ,
             and
             therefore
             feares
             no
             more
             to
             hazard
             or
             leave
             it
             (
             when
             a
             just
             occasion
             commands
             it
             )
             then
             a
             well
             satisfyed
             Christian
             to
             dye
             in
             God
             and
             his
             Princes
             just
             cause
             ,
             whose
             faith
             hath
             already
             Crowned
             his
             head
             with
             glorious
             Martyrdom
             ,
             and
             such
             a
             Generall
             deserves
             as
             well
             the
             glory
             of
             a
             Rom●
             Triumph
             ,
             as
             the
             Martyr
             his
             
               Aureola
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               VI
               .
            
             A
             true
             English
             Protestant
          
           
             IS
             one
             who
             professeth
             the
             Doctrine
             and
             Discipline
             of
             the
             Church
             of
             England
             ,
             established
             first
             by
             General
             Councels
             and
             Synods
             ,
             and
             after
             confirmed
             by
             the
             knowne
             Lawes
             of
             the
             Kingdome
             ,
             and
             professeth
             against
             the
             contrary
             .
             He
             sticks
             to
             the
             Protestation
             of
             
               Ausburge
               ,
            
             whence
             he
             had
             his
             name
             ;
             he
             loves
             the
             unity
             of
             the
             Church
             so
             ,
             that
             he
             endeavours
             next
             her
             verity
             in
             faith
             ,
             her
             unity
             and
             conformity
             in
             Discipline
             with
             that
             Church
             ,
             not
             daring
             to
             broach
             new
             opinions
             ,
             nor
             preach
             them
             to
             disturbe
             the
             peace
             of
             his
             aged
             Mother
             .
             Private
             interpretations
             of
             Scripture
             he
             approves
             not
             ,
             but
             submits
             his
             owne
             ,
             and
             maintaines
             none
             against
             the
             received
             and
             approved
             Doctrine
             of
             the
             Church
             ,
             whereof
             he
             is
             a
             member
             :
             He
             thinks
             that
             Evangelicall
             counsel
             is
             to
             be
             observed
             ,
             that
             all
             things
             must
             be
             done
             in
             order
             and
             decencie
             :
             He
             conceives
             the
             King
             to
             be
             the
             Head
             of
             the
             Church
             ,
             as
             it
             is
             personall
             ,
             not
             spirituall
             ,
             and
             hath
             sworne
             him
             Gods
             Deputy
             in
             Government
             ,
             and
             trusted
             with
             the
             sword
             ,
             which
             he
             must
             not
             beare
             in
             vaine
             :
             He
             dares
             not
             question
             his
             Authority
             ,
             who
             is
             onely
             answerable
             to
             God
             ,
             but
             in
             his
             heart
             honours
             him
             as
             his
             Vice-gerent
             ,
             and
             knowes
             that
             to
             resist
             his
             power
             ,
             is
             to
             resist
             him
             that
             gave
             it
             ;
             and
             though
             the
             penalty
             be
             damnation
             ,
             yet
             he
             feares
             not
             that
             so
             much
             as
             the
             offence
             given
             to
             God
             ,
             who
             gave
             the
             power
             :
             He
             confesses
             an
             obligation
             to
             Gods
             Morall
             Lawes
             ,
             and
             Mans
             Judiciall
             ,
             and
             that
             there
             must
             be
             as
             well
             obedience
             active
             as
             passive
             ,
             to
             the
             one
             ,
             as
             the
             other
             :
             He
             knowes
             Christs
             spirituall
             Kingdome
             opposeth
             not
             the
             temporall
             claime
             and
             power
             
             of
             Kings
             ,
             but
             
               Cesar
            
             must
             have
             his
             tribute
             (
             the
             badge
             of
             Conquest
             )
             as
             God
             must
             have
             his
             in
             the
             acknowledgment
             of
             his
             protection
             .
             He
             dares
             call
             his
             Soveraigne
             the
             Anointed
             of
             God
             ,
             since
             God
             called
             
               Cyrus
            
             a
             Heathen
             so
             ,
             not
             for
             the
             holinesse
             of
             externall
             unction
             ,
             but
             the
             internall
             character
             of
             supreame
             power
             ,
             and
             
               Saul
            
             a
             demoniack
             ,
             a
             persecutor
             ,
             a
             murtherer
             :
             so
             he
             can
             make
             a
             difference
             between
             types
             and
             metaphors
             ,
             the
             one
             being
             in
             persons
             ,
             the
             other
             in
             words
             .
             He
             conceives
             passive
             obedience
             alwayes
             due
             to
             the
             power
             of
             the
             King
             ,
             where
             active
             cannot
             be
             performed
             with
             a
             good
             conscience
             .
             He
             beleeves
             faith
             alone
             cannot
             ,
             nor
             doth
             justifie
             without
             works
             ,
             but
             both
             together
             ,
             the
             first
             before
             God
             ,
             the
             second
             before
             men
             .
             He
             beleeves
             God
             rewards
             above
             merit
             ,
             yet
             that
             there
             is
             difference
             in
             glory
             ,
             and
             reward
             ,
             though
             all
             have
             fulnesse
             .
             Traditions
             and
             Ceremonies
             he
             reverences
             ,
             as
             they
             are
             in
             Antiquity
             ,
             and
             streame
             from
             the
             springs
             of
             originall
             purity
             ,
             not
             to
             the
             necessity
             of
             Doctrine
             ,
             but
             Discipline
             .
             He
             detests
             Parity
             in
             Church
             or
             in
             Common-wealth
             ,
             as
             tending
             to
             Anarchy
             ,
             and
             destroy
             those
             it
             will
             follow
             .
             He
             thinkes
             it
             not
             fit
             to
             pull
             downe
             the
             Cantrells
             of
             an
             Arche
             till
             the
             key-stone
             be
             settled
             ,
             and
             then
             the
             greater
             the
             weight
             is
             ,
             the
             stronger
             it
             will
             be
             ;
             he
             likes
             the
             fabrick
             of
             the
             old
             so
             well
             ,
             he
             thinks
             the
             change
             may
             be
             dangerous
             .
             He
             dares
             not
             sweare
             against
             his
             conscience
             ,
             nor
             vow
             implicite
             obedience
             to
             occasionall
             ordinances
             .
             He
             thinks
             no
             authority
             but
             the
             same
             ,
             or
             a
             greater
             then
             that
             to
             whom
             he
             hath
             made
             a
             Judicial
             vow
             ,
             can
             disanull
             it
             .
             He
             is
             loyall
             for
             Conscience
             sake
             to
             his
             Soveraigne
             ,
             charitable
             for
             Gods
             sake
             to
             his
             Neighbour
             ,
             and
             dares
             not
             doe
             that
             unto
             another
             ,
             he
             cannot
             be
             content
             should
             be
             done
             to
             himselfe
             ;
             much
             lesse
             rob
             his
             Soveraigne
             of
             his
             birth-right
             ,
             
             or
             deface
             Gods
             character
             ;
             he
             thinks
             
               Dixi
               vos
               dii
               estis
            
             belongs
             supremely
             to
             his
             Soveraign
             ,
             ministerially
             to
             his
             subjects
             :
             he
             dares
             not
             distinguish
             betwixt
             the
             King
             and
             his
             Person
             ,
             and
             thinke
             the
             one
             at
             
               Westminster
               ,
            
             the
             other
             in
             his
             Armie
             ;
             and
             hazard
             that
             in
             the
             feild
             to
             save
             that
             at
             
               Westminster
               ,
            
             he
             likes
             not
             that
             nice
             distinction
             forged
             in
             the
             Scoole
             of
             the
             Jesuits
             ,
             derived
             from
             the
             Devills
             Logicke
             :
             His
             heart
             thinks
             no
             disloyall
             thought
             ,
             much
             lesse
             dares
             he
             speake
             a
             word
             to
             lessen
             the
             reverence
             due
             to
             Majestie
             ,
             not
             for
             feare
             of
             punishment
             ,
             but
             the
             sinne
             ;
             who
             dares
             not
             forsake
             his
             Soveraigne
             in
             his
             adversity
             ,
             lest
             God
             deny
             him
             in
             his
             necessity
             ;
             who
             in
             a
             dungeon
             can
             finde
             more
             comfort
             ,
             then
             they
             who
             commanded
             him
             thither
             .
             He
             with
             
               Joseph
            
             finds
             his
             Keepers
             wrought
             by
             a
             supreme
             power
             to
             mercy
             ,
             if
             not
             trust
             ,
             whose
             cheerfulnesse
             is
             a
             comfort
             to
             his
             fellow-Prisoners
             ,
             and
             no
             lesse
             advantage
             to
             himselfe
             ,
             God
             making
             him
             the
             instrument
             of
             their
             happinesse
             in
             their
             adversities
             ,
             and
             him
             happy
             in
             his
             gallant
             cheerfulnesse
             ,
             and
             magnanimous
             patience
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             he
             dares
             in
             his
             Princes
             just
             quarrell
             meet
             death
             with
             as
             much
             courage
             ,
             as
             
               David
            
             met
             
               Goliah
               ,
            
             as
             
               Daniel
            
             went
             into
             the
             Lions
             Den
             ,
             or
             the
             three
             Children
             into
             the
             fiery
             fornace
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             his
             tortures
             ,
             can
             with
             as
             much
             cheerfulnesse
             sing
             his
             
               Nunc
               dimitte
               ,
            
             as
             
               Simeon
            
             did
             with
             his
             Christ
             in
             his
             armes
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             your
             true
             Cavallier
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             
               VII
               .
            
             An
             Antinomian
             ,
             or
             Anabaptisticall
             Independent
          
           
             IS
             one
             who
             wonders
             that
             S.
             
               Paul
            
             would
             refer
             himselfe
             (
             though
             for
             conformities
             sake
             )
             to
             a
             Councell
             ,
             he
             having
             an
             equall
             share
             with
             
               Peter
            
             in
             the
             division
             of
             the
             Circumcision
             ,
             and
             the
             uncircumcision
             :
             he
             cannot
             endure
             to
             heare
             of
             Councells
             or
             Synods
             ,
             and
             is
             much
             troubled
             that
             he
             approves
             of
             the
             Altar
             ,
             and
             yet
             well
             pleased
             that
             he
             refers
             the
             Minister
             for
             his
             livelihood
             to
             it
             ,
             though
             he
             tythes
             not
             mint
             nor
             anise
             (
             as
             not
             approving
             tythes
             )
             yet
             he
             neglects
             the
             waightiest
             matters
             of
             the
             Law
             ,
             and
             in
             this
             agrees
             with
             the
             Pharisee
             .
             You
             shall
             find
             him
             pointed
             in
             the
             New
             Testament
             (
             with
             a
             
               Vae
               vobis
            
             )
             who
             love
             the
             chiefe
             seats
             at
             feasts
             ,
             and
             make
             long
             prayers
             in
             Widdowes
             houses
             ,
             and
             lead
             silly
             women
             captive
             ;
             He
             approves
             not
             that
             Evangelicall
             councell
             ,
             to
             
               worke
               out
               salvation
               with
               feare
               and
               trembling
               ,
            
             for
             this
             toucheth
             too
             much
             upon
             our
             obligation
             to
             the
             Law
             ;
             Besides
             ,
             feare
             is
             opposite
             to
             faith
             ,
             and
             trembling
             to
             boldnesse
             ;
             he
             is
             as
             bold
             as
             blind
             Byard
             ,
             and
             scarce
             will
             be
             beholding
             to
             Christ
             for
             his
             securitie
             ;
             He
             thinks
             himself
             of
             a
             higher
             form
             in
             the
             school
             of
             Gods
             Church
             ,
             then
             to
             submit
             to
             the
             pedagogie
             of
             the
             Law
             Morall
             ,
             Iudiciall
             ,
             or
             Ceremoniall
             ;
             he
             hath
             found
             a
             shorter
             cut
             to
             heaven
             then
             the
             Catholicke
             Church
             ever
             heard
             of
             ,
             and
             a
             cheaper
             ,
             (
             faith
             without
             workes
             )
             he
             thinks
             Canonicall
             obedience
             a
             badge
             of
             the
             beast
             ,
             and
             subordination
             to
             temporall
             or
             ecclesiasticall
             powers
             ,
             of
             a
             forfeiture
             of
             the
             freedome
             of
             faith
             ;
             An
             oath
             he
             avoides
             as
             a
             snare
             for
             his
             Conscience
             ,
             and
             is
             so
             tender
             in
             this
             kinde
             ,
             he
             wisely
             refuseth
             the
             Nationall
             Covenant
             ;
             if
             he
             hath
             taken
             the
             
             oath
             of
             Supremacie
             ,
             or
             that
             of
             Allegiance
             ,
             he
             hath
             repented
             it
             with
             more
             sorrow
             and
             detestation
             then
             any
             of
             his
             sinnes
             ;
             he
             is
             confident
             the
             spirituall
             power
             of
             Christs
             Kingdome
             here
             ,
             disingages
             him
             of
             all
             temporall
             obligation
             ;
             The
             Hornet
             is
             not
             a
             worse
             Neighbour
             to
             the
             Bee
             ,
             then
             he
             is
             to
             the
             Presbyterian
             ,
             and
             robs
             his
             Hive
             as
             oft
             both
             of
             his
             Honie
             and
             Bees
             ;
             he
             talkes
             much
             of
             a
             new
             began
             Kingdome
             of
             Christ
             ,
             set
             up
             in
             the
             hearts
             and
             soules
             of
             the
             Saints
             ,
             which
             dischargeth
             him
             of
             all
             Secular
             duty
             .
             He
             is
             confident
             ,
             that
             this
             is
             that
             Kingdome
             of
             Glory
             here
             ,
             which
             shall
             last
             a
             thousand
             yeeres
             ,
             and
             expects
             no
             other
             .
             He
             hath
             heard
             the
             last
             Trumpe
             ,
             which
             like
             the
             voyce
             of
             an
             Angel
             is
             not
             heard
             ,
             but
             of
             those
             to
             whom
             it
             was
             sent
             .
             He
             is
             confident
             Christ
             hath
             already
             divided
             the
             world
             into
             two
             parts
             ,
             the
             Goats
             and
             the
             Sheep
             ,
             and
             they
             are
             severed
             .
             He
             thrusts
             the
             Presbyterian
             out
             of
             the
             flock
             ,
             as
             Linsey
             Wolsey
             was
             out
             of
             the
             Jewish
             Temple
             .
             He
             will
             not
             allow
             a
             Bishop
             and
             Presbyter
             to
             differ
             in
             power
             ,
             but
             Roman-like
             takes
             that
             himselfe
             as
             his
             due
             ,
             which
             they
             could
             not
             agree
             on
             ,
             and
             would
             make
             a
             Congregationall
             Hierarchie
             as
             absolute
             ,
             as
             the
             Presbyter
             a
             Classicall
             ,
             or
             the
             Bishop
             an
             Episcopall
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             he
             hath
             spun
             his
             Religion
             to
             so
             fine
             a
             thred
             ,
             that
             it
             may
             more
             fitly
             be
             termed
             a
             Mysterie
             then
             a
             Profession
             :
             his
             Charitie
             is
             as
             invisible
             as
             his
             Faith
             ,
             and
             his
             Hope
             as
             his
             Charitie
             :
             he
             is
             in
             this
             indeed
             to
             be
             praised
             ,
             he
             is
             of
             so
             publike
             a
             spirit
             ,
             that
             he
             would
             have
             a
             community
             of
             all
             things
             :
             he
             can
             endure
             no
             prerogative
             but
             that
             of
             theirs
             ,
             (
             that
             of
             Faith
             )
             which
             gives
             him
             a
             title
             to
             all
             ours
             :
             and
             of
             so
             harmlesse
             an
             humility
             he
             is
             ,
             he
             avoweth
             that
             we
             need
             no
             fig-leaves
             to
             cover
             nakednesse
             ,
             
               Crescite
               &
               multiplicamini
            
             is
             the
             first
             command
             ,
             
             and
             all
             he
             sticks
             to
             ,
             he
             would
             have
             none
             baptized
             but
             such
             as
             can
             give
             an
             account
             of
             their
             faith
             ,
             but
             thinks
             it
             needlesse
             to
             give
             any
             either
             to
             God
             or
             man
             of
             their
             works
             :
             he
             thinks
             that
             Faith
             is
             the
             forme
             that
             gives
             the
             
               esse
            
             to
             the
             Sacraments
             ,
             but
             not
             good
             works
             the
             
               bene
               esse
            
             to
             Faith
             ,
             and
             so
             either
             he
             will
             goe
             to
             heaven
             without
             them
             ,
             or
             else
             he
             thinks
             that
             God
             doth
             his
             Faith
             wrong
             ,
             and
             his
             owne
             promise
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               VIII
               .
            
             A
             Jesuite
          
           
             IS
             to
             the
             moderate
             Papist
             ,
             as
             the
             Puritan
             to
             the
             Protestant
             ;
             For
             his
             originall
             he
             is
             descended
             from
             
               Ignatius
               ,
            
             and
             begotten
             in
             spirituall
             adultery
             upon
             the
             Popes
             Spouse
             :
             he
             was
             nurst
             with
             much
             care
             ,
             and
             educated
             with
             as
             much
             in
             the
             Popes
             Schoole
             ,
             at
             the
             
               Austrian
            
             charge
             ,
             better
             read
             in
             the
             Politicks
             then
             Divinity
             ,
             though
             in
             both
             learned
             beyond
             the
             common
             reach
             .
             The
             Anabaptist
             and
             hee
             looke
             severall
             wayes
             ,
             yet
             they
             are
             like
             
               Sampsons
            
             Foxes
             tyed
             together
             by
             the
             tails
             with
             fire-brands
             ,
             and
             commonly
             endanger
             the
             Country
             that
             harbours
             them
             .
             The
             
               Esseni
            
             were
             not
             more
             austere
             in
             the
             Jewish
             Church
             ,
             then
             he
             in
             the
             Christian
             .
             They
             agree
             in
             this
             both
             alike
             ,
             enemies
             to
             
               Cesar
               .
            
             He
             is
             to
             the
             Pope
             ,
             as
             the
             Pharisee
             was
             to
             the
             High-Priest
             ,
             alwayes
             of
             his
             councell
             ,
             commonly
             of
             the
             
               Quorum
               :
            
             he
             will
             compasse
             as
             much
             ground
             as
             either
             to
             gaine
             a
             Proselyte
             :
             his
             endeavour
             is
             thankfulnesse
             to
             the
             Pope
             for
             care
             of
             his
             education
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Austrian
             for
             his
             charges
             :
             he
             requites
             them
             both
             ,
             and
             becomes
             an
             usefull
             instrument
             to
             advance
             the
             Hierarchie
             of
             the
             one
             ,
             and
             the
             Tyrannie
             of
             the
             other
             .
          
           
           
             The
             Pharisee
             was
             not
             a
             greater
             observer
             of
             Traditions
             then
             he
             ,
             nor
             prouder
             of
             his
             
               Philacteree
               ,
            
             then
             he
             of
             his
             Order
             ;
             he
             is
             so
             well
             vers'd
             in
             Questions
             ,
             that
             the
             Pharisee
             did
             not
             trouble
             our
             Saviour
             more
             with
             Dilemmaes
             ,
             then
             he
             with
             dangerous
             Problems
             doth
             the
             Catholique
             Church
             ;
             none
             improves
             an
             Order
             more
             then
             hee
             ,
             nor
             is
             a
             greater
             husband
             of
             the
             common
             stock
             ,
             which
             is
             so
             great
             an
             one
             ,
             that
             with
             his
             golden
             key
             ,
             and
             his
             pick-lock
             ,
             or
             his
             scrue
             of
             Confession
             ,
             he
             rules
             the
             Councels
             of
             most
             Princes
             ,
             and
             crooks
             them
             to
             his
             owne
             ends
             .
             Though
             he
             seemes
             to
             deny
             the
             world
             ,
             no
             man
             hath
             a
             greater
             share
             in
             it
             ;
             No
             man
             pretends
             greater
             piety
             to
             God
             ,
             purity
             and
             humility
             in
             himselfe
             ,
             nor
             charitable
             equity
             to
             Man
             ,
             then
             he
             .
             He
             dares
             challenge
             God
             to
             account
             ,
             and
             thinks
             him
             so
             great
             a
             debtor
             ,
             that
             he
             is
             able
             to
             leave
             a
             huge
             treasure
             of
             Supererogation
             to
             the
             Church
             ,
             and
             quit
             scores
             with
             him
             ;
             yet
             in
             conclusion
             proves
             a
             Bankrupt
             ,
             and
             owes
             more
             then
             he
             can
             ever
             hope
             to
             pay
             ;
             and
             yet
             so
             proud
             ,
             he
             scornes
             to
             compound
             with
             his
             Redeemer
             ,
             or
             make
             use
             of
             his
             Surety
             .
             He
             thinkes
             Christ
             did
             himselfe
             and
             his
             Master
             the
             Pope
             wrong
             with
             his
             humility
             ,
             and
             blames
             him
             he
             made
             no
             more
             use
             of
             his
             Legions
             of
             Angels
             to
             establish
             a
             Temporall
             Monarchy
             .
             There
             is
             no
             Text
             troubles
             him
             more
             then
             
               Peters
            
             paying
             tribute
             to
             
               Cesar
               ,
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               &
               ter
               negabis
               ,
            
             are
             farre
             more
             easie
             of
             digestion
             ,
             and
             trouble
             him
             lesse
             to
             answer
             .
             
               Pro
               te
               &
               me
            
             he
             conceives
             are
             words
             of
             dangerous
             consequence
             ,
             and
             had
             he
             been
             of
             Christs
             councell
             ,
             should
             have
             beene
             spared
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             he
             hath
             gotten
             more
             for
             his
             Master
             and
             himselfe
             ,
             then
             Christ
             ever
             challenged
             ,
             or
             meant
             to
             Saint
             
               Peter
               ,
            
             or
             
             his
             Successor
             ,
             either
             in
             that
             Hierarchie
             hee
             claimes
             ,
             or
             the
             Temporall
             power
             he
             usurpes
             ,
             which
             he
             pretends
             is
             
               propter
               bonum
               Ecclesiae
               ,
            
             with
             which
             clause
             or
             caution
             ,
             he
             can
             absolve
             any
             Judiciall
             Oath
             ,
             though
             sealed
             with
             the
             Sacrament
             ,
             and
             signed
             by
             a
             Legion
             of
             Cardinalls
             ,
             as
             Pope
             
               Paschall
            
             did
             his
             with
             
               Henry
            
             the
             Emperour
             ;
             so
             he
             prefers
             the
             Churches
             Liberties
             in
             Temporall
             things
             before
             his
             owne
             salvation
             ,
             and
             the
             royall
             signature
             of
             the
             Sacrament
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               IX
               .
            
             The
             true
             Character
             of
             a
             Northerne
             Lady
             ,
             as
             she
             is
             Wife
             ,
             Mother
             ,
             and
             Sister
             ,
          
           
             IS
             the
             Wife
             to
             a
             Husband
             as
             intollerably
             hard
             as
             harsh
             ;
             yet
             like
             the
             Bee
             ,
             she
             sucks
             honey
             out
             of
             this
             Hemlock
             ,
             and
             gaines
             a
             good
             stock
             of
             honour
             and
             happiness
             out
             of
             this
             misfortune
             ,
             and
             lets
             the
             world
             see
             it
             is
             more
             his
             then
             hers
             .
             She
             manages
             her
             little
             deduction
             out
             of
             his
             fortune
             so
             ,
             that
             by
             her
             discreet
             disbursements
             he
             may
             see
             the
             true
             use
             of
             wealth
             ,
             which
             he
             thinkes
             is
             rather
             in
             possession
             then
             use
             ;
             so
             he
             hath
             no
             more
             comfort
             of
             his
             wealth
             then
             the
             Indian
             mole
             in
             the
             golden
             mines
             ,
             if
             he
             cast
             up
             any
             it
             may
             cost
             him
             deare
             ,
             yet
             he
             gaineth
             not
             by
             it
             ,
             it
             is
             for
             others
             use
             ,
             not
             his
             owne
             ;
             not
             with
             any
             intention
             to
             inrich
             others
             ,
             but
             by
             chance
             .
             That
             the
             Masculine
             is
             more
             worthy
             then
             the
             Feminine
             Gender
             ,
             is
             a
             rule
             we
             take
             up
             in
             our
             childhood
             ,
             and
             lay
             downe
             with
             our
             lives
             ;
             but
             she
             gives
             
               Lilly
            
             the
             lye
             ,
             she
             proves
             that
             the
             Theologicall
             ,
             and
             Cardinall
             vertues
             are
             of
             the
             female
             gender
             ,
             and
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             and
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             ,
             
               potestas
            
             and
             
               potentia
               ,
            
             power
             and
             ability
             too
             ;
             and
             concludes
             
             (
             like
             a
             Mathematician
             )
             demonstratively
             .
             As
             a
             chaste
             wife
             and
             happy
             mother
             she
             brought
             her
             husband
             a
             son
             ,
             in
             whose
             education
             she
             shewes
             her selfe
             more
             like
             a
             father
             in
             her
             discreet
             management
             of
             his
             youth
             in
             travell
             ,
             then
             a
             tender
             mother
             in
             distrust
             of
             Gods
             providence
             abroad
             ,
             and
             doth
             in
             this
             like
             the
             wise
             Merchant
             ,
             who
             trusts
             the
             Sea
             with
             his
             bullion
             and
             stock
             ,
             and
             transacts
             it
             where
             exchange
             runnes
             highest
             ,
             and
             so
             ballances
             his
             trading
             by
             the
             probability
             ,
             not
             certainty
             of
             advantage
             in
             the
             returne
             ;
             whereas
             her
             husband
             would
             wrap
             his
             talent
             in
             a
             napkin
             ,
             or
             hide
             it
             in
             a
             dung-hill
             ,
             and
             breed
             his
             sonne
             no
             better
             then
             himselfe
             ,
             were
             not
             she
             the
             better
             Merchant
             ;
             yet
             hers
             is
             but
             a
             mothers
             interest
             ,
             his
             a
             fathers
             ;
             hers
             in
             blood
             ,
             his
             in
             perpetuity
             .
             As
             for
             the
             sisters
             part
             ,
             she
             hath
             out-done
             all
             presidents
             in
             that
             more
             then
             both
             the
             other
             ,
             it
             being
             hard
             to
             finde
             a
             sister
             can
             be
             so
             tender
             a
             mother
             to
             her
             Brothers
             Orphane
             ,
             that
             the
             childe
             (
             were
             he
             come
             to
             her
             owne
             sonnes
             age
             )
             could
             scarcely
             misse
             his
             mother
             ,
             such
             is
             her
             care
             of
             it
             .
             And
             that
             which
             most
             commends
             her
             ,
             is
             ,
             she
             in
             her
             Noble
             Brothers
             imprisonment
             ,
             hath
             managed
             his
             misfortunes
             with
             as
             much
             or
             more
             advantage
             then
             her
             owne
             ,
             wasting
             her
             weak
             body
             in
             those
             noble
             services
             ,
             nay
             over-witting
             those
             engins
             imployed
             to
             ruine
             her
             Brother
             .
             Like
             
               Moses
            
             shee
             stood
             in
             the
             gap
             betwixt
             her
             Brother
             and
             the
             Parliaments
             displeasure
             ,
             nor
             would
             give
             over
             untill
             (
             like
             him
             )
             she
             by
             her
             intercession
             had
             set
             him
             free
             ,
             and
             delivered
             him
             from
             the
             judgements
             which
             hung
             like
             a
             cloud
             over
             his
             head
             .
             She
             lost
             not
             the
             least
             advantage
             in
             relation
             to
             her
             Brothers
             honour
             ,
             fortune
             or
             happiness
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             she
             is
             to
             her
             husband
             a
             loyall
             wife
             ,
             to
             her
             sonne
             a
             discreetly
             indulgent
             mother
             ,
             
             to
             her
             Brother
             such
             a
             Sister
             ,
             as
             the
             wisest
             man
             would
             wish
             his
             owne
             ,
             and
             I
             mine
             .
          
           
             
               Mothers
               ,
               Wives
               ,
               Sisters
               ,
               you
               who
               would
               not
               erre
               ,
            
             
               Steere
               all
               your
               courses
               by
               this
               Character
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               no
               faigned
               Character
               ,
               but
               true
               ,
            
             
               My
               soule
               could
               wish
               it
               were
               my
               Sisters
               due
               .
            
             
               Nor
               wealth
               nor
               titles
               could
               inrich
               our
               blood
            
             
               So
               much
               as
               this
               would
               ,
               could
               they
               make
               it
               good
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               X.
            
             The
             politique
             Neuter
          
           
             IS
             an
             Hermaphrodite
             partaking
             of
             two
             sexes
             ,
             and
             as
             unfruitfull
             to
             his
             Prince
             or
             country
             ;
             a
             man
             that
             dares
             not
             professe
             the
             Religion
             he
             was
             baptized
             to
             ,
             nor
             protest
             against
             an
             Innovation
             ,
             and
             so
             no
             Protestant
             :
             he
             reserves
             his
             choice
             for
             the
             prevailing
             partie
             ,
             and
             for
             the
             present
             professeth
             that
             which
             they
             doe
             :
             wonders
             at
             the
             distractions
             in
             the
             Church
             ,
             and
             Common-wealth
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             mean
             time
             is
             more
             distracted
             in
             himselfe
             :
             he
             dares
             not
             owne
             his
             conscience
             now
             ,
             and
             therefore
             that
             will
             change
             Masters
             ,
             and
             turne
             witnes
             against
             him
             ,
             when
             he
             stands
             most
             need
             of
             it
             :
             he
             would
             fain
             serve
             two
             Masters
             at
             once
             ,
             and
             please
             both
             ,
             but
             finding
             our
             Saviours
             words
             true
             ,
             that
             he
             must
             hate
             the
             one
             ,
             and
             love
             the
             other
             ,
             he
             resolves
             to
             hate
             him
             he
             fears
             most
             ,
             and
             to
             love
             neither
             ,
             not
             firme
             to
             either
             :
             he
             loses
             the
             good
             opinion
             of
             both
             ,
             and
             so
             fals
             betwixt
             two
             stools
             :
             God
             calls
             on
             him
             in
             the
             Old
             Testament
             with
             a
             
               quere
            
             how
             long
             he
             will
             halt
             betwixt
             two
             opinions
             ,
             and
             Christ
             in
             the
             New
             promises
             him
             the
             Laodiceans
             reward
             :
             he
             is
             so
             far
             from
             trusting
             Gods
             mercie
             in
             Martyrdome
             ,
             that
             he
             dares
             not
             trust
             his
             providence
             in
             wants
             ;
             he
             is
             as
             much
             troubled
             as
             
               David
            
             at
             the
             prosperitie
             of
             the
             wicked
             ,
             but
             hath
             not
             the
             patience
             to
             goe
             to
             Gods
             House
             with
             him
             to
             enquire
             of
             their
             ends
             ;
             he
             will
             not
             beleeve
             
               Davids
            
             experience
             concerning
             the
             Children
             of
             the
             righteous
             ,
             whom
             he
             never
             saw
             begging
             their
             bread
             ;
             he
             had
             rather
             leane
             upon
             the
             rotten
             reeds
             of
             his
             owne
             policie
             ,
             then
             trust
             the
             firme
             rock
             of
             Gods
             providence
             :
             if
             he
             ever
             professed
             to
             be
             for
             the
             King
             ,
             when
             his
             cause
             
             prospered
             ,
             he
             presently
             repented
             it
             ,
             and
             purchased
             the
             Parliaments
             pardon
             and
             protection
             ,
             and
             paid
             at
             least
             two
             yeares
             purchase
             for
             it
             ;
             if
             he
             be
             a
             Prisoner
             ,
             it
             is
             with
             accommodation
             ,
             and
             by
             it
             he
             saves
             the
             charges
             of
             hospitalitie
             ;
             yet
             hopes
             that
             moneys
             thus
             disburst
             makes
             him
             a
             Martyr
             ,
             and
             may
             be
             pleaded
             as
             well
             in
             bar
             of
             further
             assistance
             to
             the
             King
             ,
             as
             a
             Privie
             seale
             ,
             though
             it
             be
             disburst
             for
             the
             Parliaments
             use
             ;
             if
             for
             the
             Parliament
             ,
             you
             shall
             never
             find
             him
             without
             a
             Royall
             protection
             ,
             and
             purchased
             friendship
             at
             
               Oxford
               ,
            
             and
             that
             sometimes
             is
             mistaken
             ,
             and
             shewn
             to
             the
             wrong
             partie
             ,
             and
             then
             he
             payes
             for
             it
             ;
             if
             either
             partie
             prevaile
             ,
             he
             is
             in
             
               Misericordia
               ;
            
             if
             an
             Accommodation
             (
             for
             which
             he
             prays
             more
             heartily
             then
             the
             forgivenesse
             of
             his
             sins
             )
             help
             not
             ,
             he
             hath
             so
             long
             endeavoured
             to
             get
             a
             dexterous
             use
             of
             his
             left
             hand
             ,
             that
             he
             hath
             almost
             lost
             the
             perfect
             use
             of
             his
             right
             ,
             and
             is
             become
             an
             imperfect
             perfect
             
               Ambodexter
               ,
            
             or
             at
             best
             so
             cunning
             at
             leger-demaine
             ,
             that
             he
             gets
             the
             repute
             of
             a
             notable
             Jugler
             ;
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             he
             dares
             not
             seeme
             what
             he
             is
             ,
             nor
             be
             what
             he
             seemes
             ,
             but
             like
             luke-warme
             water
             having
             neither
             heat
             enough
             to
             warme
             the
             Stomacke
             ,
             nor
             being
             cold
             enough
             to
             coole
             it
             ,
             is
             rejected
             of
             both
             ,
             and
             spued
             out
             as
             friend
             to
             neither
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             
               XI
               .
            
             The
             Citie
             Paragon
          
           
             IS
             a
             woman
             whose
             birth
             was
             greater
             then
             her
             portion
             ,
             but
             her
             vertues
             greater
             then
             her
             birth
             ;
             who
             was
             marryed
             to
             a
             husband
             whose
             fortune
             exceeded
             his
             wisdome
             ,
             yet
             his
             fortune
             in
             her
             was
             greater
             then
             his
             wealth
             ,
             who
             manages
             his
             fortune
             so
             ,
             that
             she
             improves
             his
             conscience
             as
             much
             as
             his
             wealth
             ,
             and
             her
             wit
             makes
             him
             eminent
             in
             the
             City
             .
             She
             loves
             not
             (
             with
             the
             Pharisees
             )
             the
             highest
             places
             at
             Feasts
             ,
             nor
             salutations
             in
             Assemblies
             ,
             knowing
             Envy
             attends
             the
             first
             ,
             and
             Pride
             the
             other
             .
             Her
             dresse
             is
             more
             comely
             then
             costly
             ,
             modest
             then
             garish
             ;
             her
             visits
             ,
             like
             Sabboth
             dayes
             labours
             ,
             not
             frequent
             ,
             and
             never
             without
             charity
             ,
             or
             necessity
             undertaken
             :
             her
             entertainment
             to
             her
             husbands
             friends
             ,
             or
             her
             owne
             ,
             suits
             both
             their
             conditions
             ;
             more
             neat
             it
             is
             then
             curious
             ;
             and
             is
             more
             reall
             and
             solid
             then
             ceremonious
             .
             She
             desires
             her
             children
             may
             be
             so
             bred
             ,
             that
             they
             may
             be
             seasoned
             in
             their
             childhood
             with
             those
             vertues
             which
             may
             make
             them
             happy
             in
             their
             age
             .
             And
             knowing
             Examples
             prevaile
             more
             then
             Precepts
             ,
             she
             gives
             them
             none
             ,
             but
             such
             as
             she
             would
             have
             them
             follow
             .
             Those
             troubles
             incident
             to
             rich
             men
             (
             which
             they
             call
             misfortunes
             )
             she
             makes
             blessings
             by
             her
             right
             use
             of
             them
             ,
             knowing
             it
             is
             not
             the
             fruition
             ,
             but
             right
             use
             ,
             that
             makes
             us
             truly
             rich
             ,
             nor
             the
             losse
             of
             wealth
             can
             make
             any
             so
             miserable
             as
             the
             abuse
             of
             it
             .
             If
             she
             heare
             any
             ill
             of
             her
             neighbour
             ,
             she
             had
             rather
             suppresse
             it
             ,
             then
             report
             it
             ;
             if
             any
             good
             ,
             she
             will
             rather
             improve
             it
             ,
             then
             enviously
             diminish
             
             it
             .
             If
             any
             uncertaine
             evill
             be
             reported
             of
             any
             good
             man
             or
             woman
             ,
             shee
             breaks
             it
             in
             the
             egge
             ,
             and
             will
             not
             give
             it
             the
             reputation
             of
             credit
             ,
             much
             lesse
             of
             report
             :
             if
             any
             uncertain
             good
             ,
             she
             had
             rather
             beleeve
             it
             then
             question
             it
             ;
             so
             she
             makes
             her
             worst
             neighbours
             better
             ,
             and
             her
             good
             she
             improves
             .
             In
             bargaines
             for
             her
             husband
             ,
             she
             rather
             makes
             a
             wise
             bargaine
             then
             a
             crafty
             ;
             she
             had
             rather
             save
             then
             circumvent
             ;
             the
             loves
             not
             to
             hide
             leven
             in
             the
             lump
             of
             her
             husbands
             fortune
             ,
             nor
             dares
             trust
             her
             stock
             with
             laying
             up
             what
             Oppression
             must
             make
             good
             againe
             .
             She
             likes
             not
             gilded
             pills
             ,
             she
             knowes
             they
             may
             prove
             too
             Cathartick
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             the
             State
             suffers
             what
             her
             husband
             gaines
             ,
             that
             she
             wanted
             the
             power
             of
             a
             greater
             man
             ,
             to
             doe
             more
             good
             ,
             since
             her
             will
             is
             answerable
             to
             the
             best
             ,
             and
             her
             wisdome
             not
             inferiour
             to
             her
             will
             .
          
           
             
               You
               City-dames
               who
               imitate
            
             
               Court-Ladies
               in
               their
               greatest
               state
               ,
            
             
               Learne
               but
               the
               dresse
               which
               here
               you
               have
               ,
            
             
               You
               may
               much
               cost
               and
               labour
               save
               :
            
             
               And
               be
               esteemed
               better
               far
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               honoured
               more
               then
               Ladies
               are
               .
            
          
           
             
               Then
               thank
               my
               Country
               which
               hath
               lent
            
             
               Your
               City
               such
               a
               president
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               XII
               .
            
             A
             sharking
             Committee-man
          
           
             Is
             one
             trusted
             with
             more
             then
             he
             is
             worth
             :
             he
             is
             like
             
               Ezechiels
            
             lesser
             wheele
             ,
             moved
             by
             the
             greater
             ▪
             if
             he
             doe
             discharge
             his
             trust
             ,
             yet
             there
             may
             be
             Treason
             in
             it
             ;
             if
             not
             ,
             there
             must
             be
             knavery
             .
             He
             reads
             the
             Turkish
             History
             with
             passion
             ,
             when
             he
             considers
             the
             great
             Turks
             policy
             to
             imploy
             greedy
             slaves
             ,
             and
             the
             cunningest
             ,
             in
             the
             places
             of
             greatest
             profit
             ,
             that
             he
             may
             satisfie
             his
             people
             with
             his
             justice
             ,
             and
             get
             all
             that
             by
             escheat
             ,
             which
             hee
             had
             heaped
             by
             oppression
             .
             Hee
             feares
             not
             God
             so
             much
             as
             the
             people
             doe
             him
             ,
             who
             sacrifice
             to
             him
             (
             as
             the
             Indians
             to
             the
             Devill
             )
             
               ne
               noceat
               .
            
             He
             hath
             still
             in
             his
             bosome
             the
             horror
             of
             two
             dayes
             of
             Judgement
             ,
             the
             one
             at
             
               Westminster
               ,
            
             which
             he
             fears
             more
             then
             the
             last
             when
             ever
             it
             come
             .
             The
             faces
             of
             the
             Committee
             for
             Examinations
             are
             more
             dreadfull
             to
             his
             sense
             ,
             then
             the
             thought
             of
             the
             last
             day
             to
             his
             ●eared
             conscience
             .
             His
             Antidote
             is
             a
             Paramount
             friend
             of
             the
             
               Quorum
               ,
            
             and
             if
             he
             faile
             him
             ,
             he
             is
             a
             lost
             man
             .
             No
             Sheriffe
             was
             ever
             quicker
             with
             his
             
               Elegit
               ,
            
             then
             he
             with
             his
             
               Capias
            
             for
             Body
             ,
             Goods
             and
             Lands
             ,
             which
             they
             call
             a
             Sequestration
             ,
             though
             the
             party
             may
             justly
             plead
             the
             Statute
             of
             this
             Parliament
             in
             barre
             of
             his
             oppression
             ,
             if
             the
             priviledge
             of
             person
             ,
             or
             propriety
             of
             goods
             were
             as
             really
             intended
             as
             pretended
             ,
             yet
             he
             fears
             no
             
               futura
               contingentia
            
             but
             his
             Paramounts
             favour
             ,
             in
             which
             he
             hath
             no
             more
             terme
             then
             Villains
             have
             in
             Villanage
             ,
             (
             during
             pleasure
             )
             that
             is
             ,
             
               Dum
               bene
               se
               gesserit
               in
               omnibus
               .
            
             He
             heaps
             wealth
             to
             purchase
             favour
             ,
             and
             gets
             that
             to
             purchase
             wealth
             ,
             with
             which
             he
             buyes
             his
             Heire
             a
             Command
             ,
             and
             in
             conclusion
             
             gets
             a
             Garrison
             of
             ease
             ,
             where
             he
             and
             his
             Cub
             may
             kennell
             ,
             and
             like
             the
             Fox
             retreats
             to
             his
             hole
             when
             he
             is
             hunted
             ,
             this
             will
             make
             his
             peace
             (
             if
             well
             managed
             )
             with
             either
             party
             .
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             if
             ever
             he
             come
             to
             a
             Jury
             ,
             his
             countenance
             will
             cast
             him
             ,
             for
             that
             is
             as
             full
             of
             guilt
             ,
             as
             his
             conscience
             of
             horror
             .
             He
             who
             hath
             the
             least
             skill
             in
             Phisiognomie
             ,
             shall
             finde
             
               furcam
               in
               fronte
               ,
            
             or
             
               crucem
               in
               facie
               ;
            
             and
             if
             any
             cast
             his
             nativity
             ,
             and
             will
             be
             at
             the
             charge
             of
             a
             
               Scheame
               ,
            
             you
             shall
             finde
             
               Saturne
            
             and
             
               Mars
            
             in
             conjunction
             in
             the
             house
             of
             
               Mercurie
               ,
            
             all
             malignant
             :
             yet
             he
             a
             sincere
             Professor
             ,
             
               alias
               ,
            
             a
             knave
             in
             graine
             ,
             or
             a
             Traitor
             
               gradibus
               intensis
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               XIII
               .
            
             Britanicus
             his
             pedigree
             .
             A
             fatall
             prediction
             of
             his
             end
             .
          
           
             I
             Dare
             affirme
             him
             a
             Jew
             by
             descent
             ,
             and
             of
             the
             Tribe
             of
             
               Benjamin
               ,
            
             lineally
             descended
             from
             the
             first
             King
             of
             the
             Jewes
             ,
             even
             
               Saul
               ,
            
             or
             at
             best
             he
             ownes
             him
             and
             his
             Tribe
             ,
             in
             most
             we
             reade
             of
             them
             .
             First
             ,
             of
             our
             English
             Tribes
             ,
             I
             conceive
             his
             Fathers
             the
             lowest
             ,
             and
             the
             meanest
             of
             that
             Tribe
             ,
             Stocke
             ,
             or
             generation
             ,
             and
             the
             worst
             how
             bad
             soever
             they
             be
             :
             melancholly
             he
             is
             ,
             as
             appeares
             by
             his
             sullen
             and
             dogged
             wit
             ;
             malicious
             as
             
               Saul
            
             to
             
               David
               ,
            
             as
             is
             evident
             in
             his
             writings
             ;
             he
             wants
             but
             
               Sauls
            
             javelin
             to
             cast
             at
             him
             ;
             he
             as
             little
             spares
             the
             Kings
             Friends
             with
             his
             pen
             ,
             as
             
               Saul
            
             did
             
               Jonathan
            
             his
             Sonne
             in
             his
             reproach
             ;
             and
             would
             be
             as
             free
             of
             his
             javelin
             as
             his
             pen
             ,
             were
             his
             power
             sutable
             to
             his
             will
             as
             
               Ziba
            
             did
             to
             
               Mephibosheth
               ,
            
             so
             does
             he
             by
             the
             
             King
             ,
             he
             belies
             him
             as
             much
             to
             the
             world
             ,
             as
             he
             his
             Master
             to
             
               David
               ,
            
             and
             in
             the
             day
             of
             adversitie
             is
             as
             free
             
             of
             his
             tongue
             ,
             as
             
               Shimei
            
             was
             to
             his
             Soveraigne
             ,
             and
             
             would
             be
             as
             humble
             as
             he
             ,
             and
             as
             forward
             to
             meet
             the
             King
             ,
             as
             he
             was
             
               David
               ,
            
             should
             the
             King
             returne
             in
             peace
             .
             
               Abishaes
            
             there
             cannot
             want
             to
             cut
             off
             the
             Dogs
             head
             ,
             but
             
               David
            
             is
             more
             mercifull
             then
             
               Shimei
            
             can
             be
             wicked
             ;
             may
             he
             first
             consult
             with
             the
             witch
             of
             Endor
             ,
             but
             not
             worthy
             of
             so
             noble
             a
             death
             as
             his
             owne
             sword
             ,
             die
             the
             death
             of
             
               Achitophel
            
             for
             feare
             of
             
               David
               ,
            
             then
             may
             he
             be
             hangd
             up
             as
             the
             Sonnes
             of
             
               Saul
            
             were
             against
             the
             Sunne
             ,
             or
             rather
             as
             the
             Amalekites
             who
             slew
             
               Isb●sheth
               ,
            
             and
             brought
             tidings
             and
             the
             tokens
             of
             the
             treason
             to
             
               David
               ;
            
             may
             his
             hands
             and
             his
             feet
             be
             as
             sacrifices
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             hung
             up
             ,
             and
             so
             pay
             for
             the
             Treasons
             of
             his
             pen
             and
             tongue
             ;
             May
             all
             heads
             that
             plot
             Treasons
             ,
             all
             tongues
             that
             speake
             them
             ,
             all
             pens
             that
             write
             them
             ,
             be
             so
             punisht
             .
             If
             
               Sheba
            
             paid
             his
             head
             for
             his
             tongues
             fault
             ,
             what
             deserves
             
               Britanicus
            
             to
             pay
             for
             his
             pen
             and
             trumpet
             ?
             Is
             there
             never
             a
             wise
             woman
             in
             London
             ?
             we
             have
             
               Abishaes
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               XIIII
               .
            
             The
             Phaenix
             of
             the
             Court
          
           
             IS
             a
             Ladie
             whose
             birth
             and
             beautie
             called
             her
             to
             the
             Court
             ,
             as
             fit
             to
             attend
             Majestie
             ;
             yet
             her
             vertues
             and
             discretion
             fixt
             more
             honour
             upon
             her
             then
             either
             ,
             though
             admired
             for
             the
             one
             ,
             as
             much
             honoured
             for
             the
             other
             .
             Though
             her
             beautie
             like
             
               Hellens
            
             might
             beget
             a
             war
             in
             competition
             ,
             yet
             these
             command
             a
             reverence
             ,
             as
             much
             as
             those
             inforce
             affection
             :
             her
             words
             hold
             waight
             as
             well
             as
             her
             actions
             ,
             she
             waighes
             them
             before
             she
             utters
             them
             ,
             much
             more
             her
             actions
             which
             are
             twice
             waighed
             ,
             and
             give
             authoritie
             to
             others
             ,
             and
             are
             rather
             admired
             then
             imitated
             ,
             yet
             ought
             as
             well
             to
             be
             imitated
             as
             admired
             :
             for
             her
             companie
             it
             is
             (
             if
             voluntarie
             )
             such
             as
             she
             would
             be
             thought
             to
             be
             :
             her
             reall
             devotion
             is
             canonicall
             in
             relation
             to
             order
             ,
             if
             occasion
             fail
             not
             ,
             and
             to
             her self
             ,
             yet
             none
             more
             duly
             observes
             the
             assigned
             houres
             for
             Gods
             Worship
             :
             her
             frequent
             attendance
             on
             Gods
             service
             is
             not
             enjoyned
             as
             a
             penance
             ,
             but
             spontaneous
             ;
             not
             with
             hope
             of
             merit
             ,
             for
             that
             spoils
             and
             prejudices
             even
             charitie
             ,
             which
             is
             the
             seasoning
             of
             our
             workes
             ,
             but
             lookes
             upon
             mercie
             with
             humilitie
             ,
             rather
             then
             merit
             with
             confidence
             ,
             for
             she
             workes
             her
             salvation
             out
             of
             the
             fire
             with
             feare
             and
             trembling
             ,
             yet
             she
             wants
             not
             a
             graine
             of
             lively
             faith
             ,
             nor
             charitie
             ,
             the
             one
             assuring
             her
             Soule
             ,
             the
             other
             the
             world
             of
             that
             happinesse
             ,
             which
             neither
             the
             subtiltie
             nor
             malice
             of
             the
             wicked
             ,
             or
             their
             master
             can
             rob
             her
             of
             ,
             nor
             the
             world
             take
             from
             her
             :
             As
             for
             her
             dresse
             ,
             she
             had
             rather
             owne
             any
             infirmitie
             ,
             either
             in
             colour
             ,
             shape
             ,
             or
             feature
             ,
             then
             cover
             them
             with
             an
             undecent
             ,
             much
             lesse
             an
             immodest
             
             attire
             ,
             though
             her
             judgement
             even
             in
             this
             be
             like
             the
             royall
             stamp
             to
             bullion
             ,
             which
             gives
             it
             reputation
             and
             denomination
             ,
             and
             makes
             it
             currant
             ,
             so
             doth
             her
             approbation
             any
             fashion
             ;
             In
             a
             word
             ,
             she
             is
             honoured
             of
             those
             she
             reverences
             ,
             and
             reverenc'd
             by
             those
             she
             loves
             ;
             she
             had
             rather
             know
             her self
             truly
             wise
             ,
             then
             be
             thought
             so
             ,
             yet
             would
             not
             onely
             be
             vertuous
             ,
             but
             be
             esteemed
             so
             ;
             she
             knows
             there
             may
             be
             envie
             in
             the
             first
             without
             cause
             ,
             and
             dishonour
             in
             the
             other
             without
             reason
             .
          
           
             
               Come
               Ladies
               you
               at
               deare
               rates
               buy
            
             
               The
               French
               wash
               and
               Italian
               dye
               :
            
             
               All
               you
               who
               paint
               they
               say
               will
               trade
               ,
            
             
               Here
               is
               true
               beautie
               will
               not
               fade
               .
            
             
               Looke
               well
               into
               this
               right
               Court
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               And
               learne
               by
               it
               your selves
               to
               dresse
               .
            
          
        
      
       
       
         
         
           
             AN
             ELEGIE
             
               Vpon
               the
               Right
               Honourable
            
             The
             Earle
             of
             LINDSEY
             .
          
           
             
               1.
               
            
             
               GReat
               
                 Lindsey's
              
               falne
               ,
               yet
               did
               not
               fall
               by
               chance
               ,
            
             
               For
               Sparrowes
               fall
               not
               but
               by
               Providence
               .
            
             
               What
               are
               our
               sinnes
               when
               such
               as
               
                 Lindsey
              
               fall
               ?
            
             
               One
               who
               so
               often
               had
               been
               Generall
               .
            
             
               One
               nere
               deceiv'd
               our
               hopes
               by
               Sea
               or
               Land
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               been
               now
               as
               glorious
               in
               Command
               ,
            
             
               Had
               our
               Reserve
               of
               Horse
               as
               bravely
               stood
            
             
               To
               their
               great
               Charge
               ,
               as
               
                 Lindsey
              
               made
               it
               good
               .
            
             
               But
               they
               pursue
               the
               chase
               ,
               therefore
               we
               may
            
             
               (
               And
               justly
               too
               )
               say
               they
               lost
               us
               the
               day
               .
            
             
               Sure
               their
               Commission
               was
               not
               left
               so
               large
               ,
            
             
               That
               a
               Reserve
               without
               Command
               should
               Charge
               .
            
             
               For
               a
               Reserve
               for
               safe
               Retreat
               should
               stand
               ,
            
             
               And
               should
               not
               stir
               without
               expresse
               Command
               .
            
             
               Their
               Zeale
               to
               honour
               ,
               and
               the
               Kings
               just
               Cause
               ,
            
             
               Might
               make
               brave
               men
               forget
               strict
               Martiall
               Lawes
               .
            
             
               So
               
                 Lindsey
              
               fell
               ,
               as
               when
               the
               Phenix
               lyes
            
             
               In
               her
               rich
               Urne
               ,
               another
               doth
               arise
            
             
               Even
               from
               her
               ashes
               :
               So
               from
               
                 Lindsey's
              
               grave
               ,
            
             
               Another
               Phenix
               (
               we
               )
               or
               
                 Lindsey
              
               have
               .
            
             
             
               A
               gallant
               man
               ,
               and
               of
               most
               noble
               parts
               ,
            
             
               As
               great
               a
               Master
               of
               his
               trade
               ,
               as
               hearts
               ;
            
             
               But
               the
               old
               Phenix
               (
               in
               his
               Martiall
               heat
               )
            
             
               Did
               great
               
                 Gustavus
                 ,
              
               past
               his
               Cannon
               beat
               :
            
             
               With
               reverence
               yet
               old
               Christian
               speaks
               his
               name
               ,
            
             
               Then
               boasts
               from
               Danish
               blood
               the
               English
               came
               ;
            
             
               Wee
               must
               acknowledge
               and
               confesse
               t
               is
               true
               ,
            
             
               The
               Normans
               their
               discent
               from
               
                 Rollo
              
               drew
               .
            
             
               And
               
                 Rollo
              
               was
               a
               Dane
               by
               birth
               ,
               yet
               wee
            
             
               Thought
               
                 Lindsey
              
               (
               mongst
               the
               Danes
               )
               as
               brave
               as
               he
               :
            
             
               And
               we
               beleeve
               that
               our
               young
               
                 Lindsey
              
               rather
            
             
               Improves
               his
               stocke
               ,
               then
               borrowes
               from
               his
               Father
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
               Robertus
               Bartu
               ,
               Baro
               Willoughby
               ,
               Dominus
               de
               Ersby
               ,
               Comes
               de
               Snidsey
               ,
               Magnus
               Angliae
               Camerarius
               ,
               apud
               Edghill
               Serenissimi
               Regis
               Caroli
               
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
                 {non-Roman}
              
               ,
               A
               turmis
               Equitū
               (
               in
               regis
               presidiū
               relictus
               )
               in
               prelio
               vulneratus
               (
               etiam
               ad
               mortem
               )
               sed
               non
               sine
               Victoria
               cecidit
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             the
             right
             Honourable
             the
             Earle
             of
             
               Northampton
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               Must
               acknowledge
               ,
               now
               I
               love
               thee
               more
               ,
            
             
               (
               When
               thou
               art
               not
               )
               then
               ere
               I
               did
               before
               .
            
             
               The
               love
               wherewith
               I
               living
               loved
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Is
               changd
               to
               honour
               of
               thy
               memory
               :
            
             
               As
               rarifi'd
               ayre
               turns
               to
               the
               purest
               fire
               ,
            
             
               So
               what
               I
               lately
               lov'd
               ,
               I
               now
               admire
               .
            
             
               Many
               professe
               ,
               they
               for
               the
               King
               would
               die
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               for
               his
               sake
               ,
               didst
               offered
               life
               deny
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               wouldst
               not
               beg
               ,
               but
               Martyrdom
               command
               ,
            
             
               They
               offered
               what
               thou
               wouldst
               not
               understand
               ;
            
             
               There
               's
               not
               a
               hayre
               ,
               which
               from
               thy
               head
               was
               torn
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               despite
               to
               Loyalty
               was
               worn
            
             
               In
               Triumph
               ;
               not
               a
               wound
               to
               thee
               was
               given
               ,
            
             
               But
               they
               are
               in
               the
               black
               Records
               of
               Heaven
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               the
               Grand
               Inquest
               for
               blood
               shall
               come
               ,
            
             
               They
               must
               strike
               Tallies
               for
               thy
               Martyrdom
               .
            
             
               How
               many
               Scotch
               Bawbies
               ,
               cast
               in
               account
               ,
            
             
               Would
               to
               the
               Talents
               
                 David
              
               left
               amount
               ?
            
             
               For
               if
               wee
               reckon
               ,
               wee
               cannot
               go
               lesse
            
             
               Then
               this
               proportion
               ,
               this
               they
               must
               confesse
               ;
            
             
               They
               noble
               loyall
               blood
               ,
               I
               dare
               be
               bold
               ,
            
             
               Compar'd
               with
               theirs
               ,
               will
               this
               proportion
               hold
               :
            
             
             
               What
               disadvantage
               hath
               our
               Cause
               ,
               since
               ▪
               we
            
             
               Become
               such
               loosers
               by
               a
               Victory
               ?
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
            
             Spencer
             
               Dominus
            
             Compton
             ,
             
               Comes
               Northamptontae
               ,
               progenie
               nobilis
               ,
               &
               Conjugio
               foelix
               ,
               &
               filiis
               utrisque
               dignus
               ,
               qui
               sanguineo
               regi
               fidelitatem
               martyrio
               obsignivit
               :
               Nec
               magno
            
             Gustavo
             
               dissimilis
               victor
               in
               praelio
               ;
               juxta
               Stafford
               ,
               per
               infortunium
               cecidit
               ,
               Anno
               salutis
               ,
            
             1644.
             
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             the
             right
             Honourable
             the
             Earle
             of
             
               Kingston
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 KIngston
                 ,
              
               thy
               losse
               was
               Epidemicall
               ;
            
             
               It
               was
               indeed
               a
               generall
               losse
               to
               all
               .
            
             
               I
               will
               not
               name
               thy
               Ladies
               interest
               ,
            
             
               Childrens
               ,
               nor
               servants
               ,
               theirs
               were
               farre
               the
               least
               ;
            
             
               Though
               I
               dare
               say
               thus
               much
               ,
               for
               all
               the
               three
               ,
            
             
               Th
               'ave
               lost
               as
               much
               as
               in
               a
               friend
               could
               be
               ;
            
             
               No
               better
               husband
               liv'd
               ,
               nor
               kinder
               father
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               nobler
               master
               ,
               joyning
               these
               together
               .
            
             
               I
               speak
               the
               losse
               but
               as
               it
               did
               relate
               ,
            
             
               To
               God
               his
               Church
               ,
               the
               King
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               State
               :
            
             
             
               For
               his
               Religion
               it
               was
               pure
               and
               sound
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               man
               better
               understood
               his
               ground
               :
            
             
               A
               Protestant
               he
               liv'd
               ,
               a
               Martyr
               dy'd
               ,
            
             
               Professing
               truth
               ,
               his
               truth
               by
               death
               was
               try'd
               :
            
             
               This
               I
               dare
               say
               ,
               the
               King
               had
               none
               more
               able
            
             
               Nor
               really
               loyall
               at
               his
               Councell
               Table
               :
            
             
               Of
               brave
               resolves
               ,
               and
               of
               a
               publick
               spirit
               ,
            
             
               Who
               knew
               him
               best
               ,
               knew
               he
               conceald
               his
               merit
               ;
            
             
               Discreet
               he
               was
               ,
               and
               providently
               wise
               ;
            
             
               Kinde
               to
               his
               friends
               ,
               and
               faithfull
               in
               advise
               .
            
             
               No
               man
               his
               Countrey
               better
               understood
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               was
               more
               apt
               to
               do
               it
               reall
               good
               .
            
             
               Though
               he
               was
               rich
               ,
               I
               dare
               pronounce
               him
               just
               ,
            
             
               No
               man
               was
               more
               religious
               in
               his
               trust
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               better
               understood
               this
               kingdomes
               Lawes
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               he
               with
               noble
               blood
               durst
               seal
               the
               Cause
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               would
               great
               
                 Kingston
              
               in
               the
               Cause
               have
               dyed
               ,
            
             
               Had
               he
               not
               been
               in
               Conscience
               satisfyed
            
             
               As
               well
               as
               Law
               .
               These
               two
               hee
               durst
               not
               sever
               ,
            
             
               Since
               God
               in
               this
               Cause
               joynd
               them
               both
               together
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
            
             Robertus
             
               Comes
               de
            
             Kingston
             ,
             
               ortu
               nobilis
               ,
               conjugio
               nobilior
               ,
               sed
               prole
               nobilissimus
               .
            
             
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
               {non-Roman}
            
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             the
             right
             Honourable
             the
             Earle
             of
             
               Carnarvan
               .
            
          
           
             
               HEre
               lies
               the
               highest
               Fancy
               of
               our
               Times
               ,
            
             
               Who
               
                 Lucian
              
               like
               could
               sharply
               scourge
               our
               crimes
               .
            
             
               Whose
               wit
               Mercuriall
               was
               ,
               high
               ,
               and
               sublime
               ,
            
             
               So
               near
               ceration
               ,
               '
               ●wanted
               only
               time
               :
            
             
               For
               he
               had
               all
               our
               Artists
               could
               require
            
             
               To
               m●ke
               
               th'Elixar
               ,
               matter
               ,
               art
               ,
               and
               fire
               :
            
             
               All
               three
               sublimed
               to
               as
               great
               a
               heigth
            
             
               As
               Art
               and
               Nature
               could
               ;
               (
               and
               all
               set
               right
               )
            
             
               Thus
               near
               perfection
               brave
               
                 Carnarvan
              
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Who
               left
               behinde
               him
               scarce
               a
               paralell
               .
            
             
               If
               men
               shall
               rise
               in
               judgement
               ,
               then
               I
               fear
            
             
               This
               loyall
               Lord
               shall
               condemn
               many
               a
               Peere
               ,
            
             
               Who
               more
               obliged
               to
               the
               King
               then
               he
               ,
            
             
               Have
               scarce
               returnd
               or
               thanks
               or
               loyalty
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
               Comes
               de
            
             Carnarvan
             ,
             
               &
               Baro
               Dormar
               ,
               Mercurio
               magnus
               ,
               sed
               Marti
               major
               ,
               qui
               vitam
               hanc
               in
               Regis
               causa
               ,
               cum
               armis
               deposuit
               ,
               vulnere
               sed
               nobili
               ictus
               (
               heu
               )
               cecidit
               invictus
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             for
             the
             Princely
             Brothers
             of
             the
             Illustrious
             Duke
             of
             
               Lenox
               .
            
          
           
             
               STay
               passer
               by
               ,
               and
               fix
               thine
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Oh
               see
               who
               here
               Intomb'd
               doth
               lye
               ;
            
             
               Three
               Brethren
               of
               Illustrious
               birth
               ,
            
             
               Loyall
               as
               ever
               breathed
               on
               earth
               :
            
             
               
                 Stuarts
                 ,
              
               and
               of
               the
               Noblest
               blood
               ,
            
             
               But
               more
               because
               they
               made
               it
               good
               ;
            
             
               I
               dare
               pronounce
               their
               deaths
               as
               loyall
            
             
               As
               was
               their
               births
               ,
               and
               actions
               Royall
               .
            
             
               Mistake
               mee
               not
               ,
               it
               is
               their
               dust
               ▪
            
             
               (
               Not
               they
               )
               the
               earth
               hath
               here
               in
               trust
               .
            
             
               Their
               soules
               are
               mounted
               up
               farre
               higher
               ,
            
             
               Above
               the
               Element
               of
               fire
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               unto
               this
               dust
               returne
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               shall
               this
               very
               dust
               informe
               ,
            
             
               When
               all
               this
               world
               shall
               be
               calcin'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               that
               generall
               urne
               refin'd
               :
            
             
               Nay
               which
               is
               more
               ,
               they
               shall
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               More
               glorious
               then
               they
               ever
               were
               :
            
             
               If
               Chymists
               by
               their
               art
               can
               show
               ,
            
             
               What
               vegetives
               from
               salt
               may
               grow
               ;
            
             
               And
               make
               them
               in
               a
               glasse
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               In
               specie
               ,
               as
               they
               growing
               were
               .
            
             
               If
               salt
               of
               flowers
               ,
               their
               formes
               can
               keep
               ,
            
             
               Till
               fire
               shall
               cause
               them
               from
               their
               sleep
               ;
            
             
               How
               much
               more
               when
               that
               Trump
               shall
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               fire
               ,
               and
               ayre
               ,
               the
               sea
               ,
               and
               ground
               ,
            
             
             
               Their
               treasures
               to
               their
               formes
               restore
               ,
            
             
               More
               glorious
               then
               they
               were
               before
               .
            
             
               If
               Martyrs
               as
               the
               Romists
               say
               ,
            
             
               Can
               Merit
               an
               Aureala
               ;
            
             
               I
               dare
               pronounce
               these
               three
               lie
               here
               ,
            
             
               Deserve
               those
               Diademns
               to
               weare
               .
            
             
               It
               is
               the
               Cause
               men
               undertakes
               ,
            
             
               Not
               sufferance
               ,
               the
               true
               Martyr
               makes
               :
            
             
               The
               Cause
               is
               Gods
               ,
               and
               therefore
               good
               ,
            
             
               They
               seal'd
               this
               Cause
               ,
               with
               Royall
               blood
               :
            
             
               If
               these
               to
               any
               can
               be
               due
               ,
            
             
               Why
               not
               (
               brave
               Brothers
               )
               then
               to
               you
               ?
            
          
           
             
               En
               jacent
               hic
               tres
               Heroes
               Illustrissimorum
               Principum
            
             Lenoxiae
             ,
             
               nec
               non
            
             Richmundiae
             
               ducum
               filii
               ,
               &
               fratres
               ,
               nec
               tanto
               patre
               ,
               nec
               fratre
               (
               quamvis
               Regali
               )
               Indigni
               ,
               qui
               diversi
               in
               preliis
               ,
               sed
               unanimiter
               cecidere
               ,
               qui
               Regi
               fideles
               ,
               sanguine
               nec
               minus
               Regali
               ,
               Regis
               causam
               obsignarunt
               ,
               &
               morte
               verè
               nobili
               triumpharunt
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             my
             much
             honourable
             friend
             the
             Lord
             Viscount
             
               Falkland
               .
            
          
           
             
               HEre
               
                 Beuclark
              
               lies
               ,
               Arts
               monopolist
               rather
               ,
            
             
               Who
               engrost
               more
               then
               that
               most
               painfull
               Father
               ,
            
             
               Grea●Origen
               
                 ▪
              
               who
               so
               out-vi'd
               the
               rest
               ,
            
             
               Even
               all
               the
               glorious
               ▪
               Fathers
               of
               the
               East
               .
            
             
             
               Besides
               he
               was
               a
               compleat
               Courtier
               too
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               could
               the
               Souldier
               in
               his
               trade
               out
               do
               ;
            
             
               His
               noble
               fancy
               was
               indeed
               so
               rich
               ,
            
             
               No
               pen
               of
               Europe
               flew
               a
               higher
               pitch
               :
            
             
               Envy
               it selfe
               must
               needs
               confesse
               that
               hee
               ,
            
             
               Was
               
                 Mars
              
               i'
               th
               Camp
               ▪
               yet
               the
               Court
               
                 Mercury
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Faukland
              
               too
               forward
               prest
               in
               his
               advance
               ▪
            
             
               Hoping
               to
               beat
               them
               from
               their
               Ordinance
               :
            
             
               An
               ill
               meant
               shot
               both
               to
               the
               King
               ,
               and
               State
               ,
            
             
               Untimely
               put
               a
               period
               to
               his
               date
               :
            
             
               Gods
               powerfull
               hand
               turns
               that
               great
               wheel
               we
               know
               ,
            
             
               The
               lesser
               moves
               ,
               so
               Starres
               work
               here
               below
               ;
            
             
               How
               else
               should
               Twinnes
               so
               differ
               in
               their
               fate
               ,
            
             
               If
               Starres
               mans
               fortune
               did
               necessitate
               ?
            
             
               When
               heaven
               does
               with
               its
               punishments
               begin
               ,
            
             
               It
               oft
               makes
               sinnes
               the
               punishment
               of
               sinne
               .
            
             
               We
               were
               Rebellious
               unto
               heaven
               ,
               't
               is
               reason
            
             
               We
               should
               be
               scourged
               with
               the
               Whips
               of
               treason
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               not
               done
               by
               fortune
               ,
               chance
               ,
               or
               fate
               ,
            
             
               Our
               sinnes
               heavens
               justice
               doth
               necessitate
               .
            
          
           
             
               Vicecomes
               de
            
             Falkland
             
               vir
               Regi
               merito
               Charus
               ,
               ex
               intimis
               ejus
               conciliis
               ,
               &
               fidelitate
               clarus
               ;
               Musarum
               Militumque
               patronus
               ,
               vir
               pius
               &
               virtute
               plenus
               ,
               en
               jacet
               hic
               intempestive
               sepultus
               :
               Qui
               apud
               praelium
               juxta
               Nuebery
               vulneribus
               transfixus
               ,
               in
               Regis
               causa
               (
               Rege
               teste
               )
               ●ecidit
               invictus
               ,
            
             Anno
             Domini
             1644.
             
          
        
         
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             the
             truly
             honorable
             Sir
             
               Charles
               Cavendish
               .
            
          
           
             
               VVE
               won
               thee
               
                 Gainsborough
                 ,
              
               but
               with
               thee
               lost
               more
            
             
               Then
               thou
               wert
               worth
               ,
               or
               all
               we
               got
               before
               .
            
             
               There
               noble
               
                 He●ne
                 ,
                 Marcham
                 ,
              
               and
               
                 Beeton
              
               fell
               .
            
             
               (
               Men
               whom
               their
               Armies
               could
               not
               paralell
               .
               )
            
             
               There
               
                 Candish
              
               fell
               ,
               a
               man
               whose
               very
               name
               ,
            
             
               Like
               
                 Ziscus
              
               drumme
               ,
               struck
               terror
               where
               it
               came
               .
            
             
               A
               man
               whose
               vertues
               justified
               his
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               prov'd
               his
               own
               of
               
                 Cavendish's
              
               as
               good
               ,
            
             
               As
               that
               of
               
                 Bruces
                 ,
              
               both
               did
               run
               in
               's
               veines
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               actions
               ,
               men
               might
               read
               both
               streynes
               .
            
             
               Who
               knew
               him
               ,
               knew
               there
               never
               lived
               a
               creature
            
             
               Of
               a
               more
               noble
               sweet
               engaging
               nature
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               to
               his
               daring
               nothing
               was
               a
               task
               ,
            
             
               Should
               he
               his
               courage
               ,
               not
               his
               reason
               ask
               :
            
             
               His
               errour
               was
               still
               where
               he
               had
               command
               ,
            
             
               In
               action
               he
               would
               have
               too
               deep
               a
               hand
               .
            
             
               So
               by
               his
               own
               example
               ,
               thought
               to
               make
            
             
               The
               too
               reserv'd
               ,
               their
               cautious
               feares
               forsake
               :
            
             
               And
               so
               too
               farre
               engag'd
               brave
               
                 Candish
              
               fell
               ,
            
             
               A
               man
               whom
               both
               the
               Nations
               lov'd
               so
               well
               :
            
             
               As
               t'
               was
               with
               
                 Homer
              
               in
               the
               Grecian
               Story
               ,
            
             
               Both
               Nations
               claime
               an
               interest
               in
               his
               glory
               ;
            
             
               Where
               ere
               the
               Sun
               is
               by
               his
               journeys
               known
               ,
            
             
               As
               his
               companion
               ,
               there
               we
               
                 Candish
              
               own
               .
            
             
               Hence
               we
               derive
               and
               prove
               his
               title
               good
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 Scots
              
               derive
               him
               from
               great
               
                 Bruces
              
               blood
               .
            
             
             
               Although
               the
               
                 Scots
              
               in
               competition
               are
            
             
               With
               us
               for
               
                 Bruces
              
               blood
               ,
               we
               have
               our
               share
            
             
               In
               him
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               they
               :
               from
               subjects
               we
               ,
            
             
               They
               from
               their
               Kings
               derive
               his
               pedigree
               .
            
             
               But
               as
               for
               
                 Candish
              
               we
               derive
               a
               claime
               ,
            
             
               As
               just
               as
               their
               's
               both
               in
               his
               blood
               and
               name
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
            
             Carolus
             Cavendish
             
               vere
               miles
               ,
            
             Gulielmi
             
               secundi
               Devoniae
               Comitis
               filius
               ,
               &
               tertii
               frater
               ,
               qui
               sub
               Illustrissimo
            
             Gulielmo
             Cavendish
             
               Novi
               Cast●
               :
               comitis
               ,
               nec
               non
               Marthiniae
               ,
               Equitum
               Cohortium
               praefectus
               ,
               insolita
               magnanimitate
               Equitum
               Rebellantium
               Cohortem
               Caedens
               ,
               heu
               cecidit
               invictus
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             his
             noble
             friends
             and
             Allies
             the
             Earle
             of
             
               Chesterfields
            
             Sonnes
             .
          
           
             
               BRave
               
                 Stanhops
              
               you
               have
               really
               made
               it
               good
               ,
            
             
               You
               are
               discended
               from
               true
               Royall
               blood
               :
            
             
               Few
               Fathers
               have
               in
               this
               kinde
               been
               more
               crost
               ,
            
             
               But
               fewer
               could
               so
               gallant
               sonnes
               have
               lost
               .
            
             
               But
               th'
               are
               not
               lost
               ,
               who
               suffer
               in
               this
               cause
               ,
            
             
               If
               we
               respect
               ,
               or
               God's
               ,
               or
               humane
               Lawes
               :
            
             
               Did
               Christ
               to
               
                 Caesar
              
               tribute
               money
               pay
            
             
               (
               The
               badge
               of
               Conquest
               ?
               )
               what
               can
               subjects
               say
               ?
            
             
               Would
               he
               submit
               himselfe
               to
               
                 Caesars
              
               Law
               ,
            
             
               Who
               was
               a
               King
               ?
               must
               not
               his
               subjects
               draw
               ?
            
             
             
               You
               paid
               your
               
                 Caesars
              
               tribute
               ,
               in
               such
               blood
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               dare
               say
               ,
               few
               subjects
               have
               so
               good
               :
            
             
               You
               drew
               your
               sword
               for
               
                 Caesar
                 ,
              
               and
               you
               tri'd
            
             
               Your
               Fathers
               right
               (
               which
               cannot
               be
               deni'd
               .
               )
            
             
               Who
               is
               't
               hath
               done
               the
               cause
               more
               right
               ,
               then
               they
               ?
            
             
               And
               none
               could
               die
               more
               nobly
               for
               the
               way
               :
            
             
               There
               are
               but
               few
               to
               whom
               the
               King
               owes
               more
               ,
            
             
               (
               Except
               the
               Duke
               )
               look
               through
               the
               Royall
               score
               ,
            
             
               Then
               unto
               you
               ;
               he
               hath
               lost
               more
               then
               you
               ,
            
             
               Three
               of
               the
               Royall
               blood
               ,
               and
               you
               but
               two
               .
            
             
               Your
               sonnes
               have
               such
               a
               stock
               of
               honour
               wonne
               ,
            
             
               They
               have
               enrich
               the
               blood
               of
               
                 Huntington
                 :
              
            
             
               What
               they
               had
               purchas'd
               ,
               they
               on
               yours
               bestowed
               ,
            
             
               And
               bravely
               paid
               to
               nature
               ,
               what
               they
               owed
               .
            
          
           
             
               Pernobilis
            
             Philippi
             Chesterfeldiae
             
               Comitis
               ,
               &
               Clarissimae
               Conjugis
               ejus
               ,
               Regali
               stemate
            
             Huntingtoniae
             
               Comitis
               filiae
               ,
               filii
               en
               jacent
               hic
               qui
               sanguinem
               sanguine
               sublimarunt
               ,
               &
               morte
               etiam
               illustri
               ditarunt
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             the
             right
             worshipfull
             and
             my
             valiant
             Countreyman
             Sir
             
               Richard
               Hutton
            
             Knight
             .
          
           
             
               DIvide
               the
               World
               ▪
               twixt
               Peace
               and
               Warre
               ,
            
             
               And
               these
               two
               have
               a
               glorious
               share
               ;
            
             
             
               This
               for
               them
               both
               I
               le
               boldly
               say
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               none
               can
               go
               a
               Nobler
               way
               .
            
             
               What
               Honour
               can
               be
               due
               to
               either
               ,
            
             
               Must
               needs
               be
               due
               to
               both
               together
               .
            
             
               The
               one
               a
               Judge
               ,
               of
               whom
               we
               must
            
             
               Confesse
               ,
               his
               Epithet
               ,
               
                 The
                 Iust
                 :
              
            
             
               The
               other
               ,
               his
               renowned
               Sonne
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hath
               farre
               greater
               justice
               done
               ,
            
             
               That
               to
               his
               Conscience
               bravely
               stood
               ,
            
             
               This
               seal'd
               his
               Loyalty
               with
               Blood
               .
            
             
               Our
               groanes
               are
               but
               like
               wombes
               of
               earth
               ,
            
             
               Which
               labour
               in
               a
               second
               Birth
               ,
            
             
               When
               all
               the
               World
               shall
               be
               calcin'd
            
             
               These
               shall
               appear
               like
               Gold
               refin'd
               :
            
             
               Our
               Saviour
               shall
               his
               Mintage
               own
               ,
            
             
               Stampt
               with
               the
               Miter
               and
               the
               Crown
               ,
            
             
               For
               this
               Badge
               all
               his
               Saints
               shall
               weare
               ,
            
             
               Who
               in
               this
               Cause
               have
               suffered
               here
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
            
             Richardus
             Hutton
             ,
             
               Miles
               praenobilis
               ,
               Iustissimique
               patris
               ejusdem
               nominis
               filius
               togatus
               :
               Prior
               ,
               ban●
               obiit
               senectute
               ,
               famâ
               foelix
               ,
               patriae
               charus
               ,
               &
               in
               pace
               :
               Marti
               dicatus
               alter
               ,
               Regi
               fidelis
               ;
               apud
               praelium
               juxta
               Sherburne
               ,
               in
               patria
               propria
               ;
               nec
               minus
               patriae
               quam
               Regi
               charus
               ,
               in
               Regis
               causa
               ,
               Bello
               (
               heu
               sed
               civili
               )
               cecidit
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             Upon
             the
             truly
             noble
             and
             valiant
             Sir
             
               Bevell
               Greenfield
            
             Knight
             .
          
           
             
               I
               Lov'd
               thee
               dearly
               Brother
               I
               confesse
               ;
            
             
               And
               shall
               I
               now
               begin
               to
               love
               thee
               lesse
               ?
            
             
               Thy
               death
               was
               truly
               noble
               ,
               as
               thy
               blood
               ;
            
             
               Had
               not
               this
               beene
               so
               ,
               that
               had
               made
               it
               good
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Grandsire
               had
               a
               Noble
               Spanish
               grave
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               thy
               name
               ,
               a
               stock
               of
               Honour
               gave
               .
            
             
               Were
               our
               Chronology
               lost
               ,
               
                 Spaine
              
               for
               her
               glory
               ,
            
             
               Will
               in
               her
               Annals
               write
               thy
               Grandsires
               story
               :
            
             
               We
               must
               confesse
               ,
               a
               Gallant
               man
               we
               lost
               ,
            
             
               But
               let
               
                 Spaine
              
               speak
               ,
               how
               deare
               the
               victory
               cost
               .
            
             
               I'
               have
               heard
               the
               
                 Donnes
              
               themselves
               confesse
               it
               here
               ,
            
             
               They
               scarce
               would
               buy
               a
               Navie
               now
               so
               deare
               .
            
             
               
                 Neptunes
              
               in
               's
               bounds
               ▪
               near
               saw
               a
               bloodier
               fight
               ,
            
             
               He
               never
               fear'd
               so
               much
               ,
               to
               loose
               his
               right
               .
            
             
               The
               Proverb
               was
               made
               true
               ,
               the
               Sea
               then
               burn'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Elements
               ,
               to
               fire
               were
               turn'd
               ;
            
             
               The
               fearefull
               fishes
               ,
               fled
               into
               the
               deep
               ;
            
             
               The
               unweeldy
               Whale
               then
               an
               even
               course
               could
               keep
               ▪
            
             
               With
               the
               swift
               Dolphin
               ;
               they
               could
               not
               endure
            
             
               That
               horid
               fight
               ,
               nor
               think
               themselves
               secure
               ;
            
             
               
                 Neptunes
              
               Sea-mantle
               ,
               was
               turn'd
               Scarlet
               then
               ,
            
             
               Stain'd
               with
               the
               precious
               blood
               of
               dying
               men
               .
            
             
               This
               was
               thy
               Gransire
               ;
               yet
               we
               understand
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Noble
               death
               as
               glorious
               was
               by
               land
               .
            
             
             
               For
               thou
               hast
               added
               to
               thy
               Grandsires
               blood
               ,
            
             
               And
               made
               that
               better
               which
               before
               was
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
               Dominus
            
             Benellus
             Greenfield
             ,
             
               miles
               ,
               sanguine
               clarus
               ,
               Deo
               &
               Regi
               fidus
               ,
               ad
               aras
               ;
               Amicis
               &
               patriae
               charus
               ,
               Devoniae
               gloria
               ,
               perpetuà
               dignus
               historiâ
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             the
             Honourable
             his
             noble
             friend
             and
             Countreyman
             Sir
             
               William
               Evers
               .
            
          
           
             
               BRave
               
                 Evers
                 ,
              
               men
               were
               borne
               to
               die
               we
               know
               ;
            
             
               How
               happy
               wert
               thou
               then
               ,
               who
               couldst
               die
               so
               ,
            
             
               That
               when
               thou
               didst
               this
               troublesome
               life
               lay
               down
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               could'st
               exchange
               thy
               Helmet
               for
               a
               Crown
               ;
            
             
               And
               with
               the
               '
               xchange
               ,
               couldst
               so
               enrich
               thy
               blood
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               that
               better
               ,
               was
               before
               so
               good
               ?
            
             
               Thy
               blood
               was
               noble
               ,
               that
               we
               knew
               before
               ;
            
             
               But
               all
               men
               must
               confesse
               that
               now
               't
               is
               more
               :
            
             
               Thy
               loyall
               death
               being
               added
               makes
               it
               mount
               ,
            
             
               As
               figures
               enrich
               cyphers
               in
               accompt
               .
            
             
               If
               heavenly
               souls
               knew
               ought
               of
               earthly
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               happy
               soule
               would
               then
               rejoyce
               in
               this
               .
            
             
               Few
               who
               are
               now
               with
               thee
               in
               heaven
               above
               ,
            
             
               Have
               left
               behind
               a
               greater
               stock
               of
               Iove
               :
            
             
               Yet
               you
               in
               stock
               of
               loyall
               honour
               were
            
             
               Thought
               to
               be
               richer
               then
               in
               that
               by
               farre
               :
            
             
               What
               would
               a
               soule
               have
               more
               then
               he'vens
               joyes
               there
               ▪
            
             
               And
               such
               a
               stock
               of
               love
               and
               honour
               here
               ?
            
             
             
               When
               such
               a
               life
               shall
               such
               a
               death
               precede
               ,
            
             
               We
               need
               no
               prayers
               ;
               nor
               offerings
               for
               the
               dead
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
            
             Gulielmus
             Evers
             ,
             
               Vitâ
               ,
               sanguine
               &
               fidelitate
               clarus
               ,
               qui
               Equitum
               turmacum
               praefectus
               apud
               Hessam
               juxta
               Eborarum
               in
               Regis
               causa
               cecidit
               :
               sic
               Martyrii
               Corona
               meruit
               aureola
               ,
               sed
               certius
               à
               nobis
               aeterna
               meruit
               memoria
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             A
             remembrance
             dedicated
             to
             his
             noble
             friends
             and
             Allies
             ,
             Sir
             
               Thomas
               Metham
            
             and
             Sir
             
               William
               Wentworth
               ,
            
             who
             were
             slaine
             at
             
               Marston
               Moore
            
             neare
             
               York
               .
            
          
           
             
               SInce
               you
               two
               durst
               so
               bravely
               die
               together
               ,
            
             
               My
               Muse
               dares
               not
               presume
               such
               friends
               to
               sever
               .
            
             
               I
               am
               no
               stranger
               to
               the
               noble
               blood
            
             
               Ranne
               in
               your
               vaines
               ;
               I
               know
               few
               have
               so
               good
               :
            
             
               Yet
               you
               have
               gone
               the
               Chymists
               subtile
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               have
               by
               death
               improv'd
               your
               blood
               wee
               say
               .
            
             
               Chymists
               the
               noblest
               vegetives
               destroy
               ,
            
             
               Before
               they
               can
               their
               quintessence
               enjoy
               .
            
             
               Your
               bloods
               you
               two
               have
               quintessenced
               now
               ,
            
             
               We
               to
               your
               memories
               reverence
               must
               allow
               :
            
             
               You
               have
               with
               honour
               both
               your
               lives
               laid
               down
               ,
            
             
               And
               shall
               be
               stiled
               Martyrs
               for
               the
               Crown
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               your
               Graves
               you
               shall
               that
               honour
               have
               ,
            
             
               Which
               glorious
               Martyrs
               merit
               in
               the
               grave
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             the
             truly
             noble
             and
             valiant
             Sir
             
               John
               Smith
               .
            
          
           
             
               HEe
               who
               a
               Romane
               Citizen
               could
               save
            
             
               From
               being
               made
               prisoner
               ,
               was
               by
               Law
               to
               have
            
             
               A
               Civick
               Crown
               ,
               which
               he
               might
               justly
               beare
               ,
            
             
               As
               a
               distinction
               ,
               and
               at
               Triumphs
               weare
               .
            
             
               So
               thankfull
               was
               wise
               
                 Rome
              
               in
               her
               reward
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               her
               Citizens
               had
               such
               regard
               :
            
             
               What
               Honour
               then
               ,
               what
               value
               ,
               and
               esteeme
               ,
            
             
               Was
               due
               to
               him
               ,
               the
               Eagles
               could
               redeeme
               .
            
             
               Our
               Royall
               Standard
               at
               
                 Edgehill
              
               was
               lost
               ,
            
             
               At
               least
               engag'd
               ,
               so
               that
               much
               blood
               it
               cost
               .
            
             
               Yet
               this
               brave
               man
               ,
               made
               him
               who
               got
               it
               know
               ,
            
             
               What
               duty
               Subjects
               to
               that
               Standard
               owe
               .
            
             
               Have
               you
               e're
               seen
               a
               chafed
               Lyon
               stand
               ,
            
             
               With
               Hunters
               vext
               ,
               and
               gall'd
               on
               every
               hand
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               Hunters
               various
               wayes
               contrive
               ,
            
             
               To
               take
               this
               Lyon
               if
               they
               can
               alive
               :
            
             
               So
               gall'd
               ,
               so
               vext
               ,
               our
               noble
               Champion
               stood
               ,
            
             
               The
               English
               earth
               dy'd
               with
               rebellious
               blood
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               none
               within
               the
               Lists
               presumes
               to
               enter
               ,
            
             
               Least
               he
               should
               pay
               too
               deare
               for
               his
               adventure
               .
            
             
               At
               last
               resolv'd
               ,
               he
               cuts
               himselfe
               a
               way
               ,
            
             
               Not
               through
               meane
               Troops
               ,
               but
               Regiments
               they
               say
               :
            
             
               Then
               straight
               he
               doth
               this
               welcome
               present
               bring
               ,
            
             
               This
               new
               redeemed
               Prisoner
               ,
               to
               the
               King
               ;
            
             
               The
               King
               doth
               both
               himselfe
               ,
               and
               service
               right
               ,
            
             
               He
               with
               that
               sword
               had
               serv'd
               him
               ,
               made
               him
               Knight
               .
            
             
             
               Would
               this
               were
               written
               in
               the
               hearts
               of
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               Both
               Peace
               and
               Warre
               ,
               are
               manag'd
               by
               two
               things
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               Punishment
               ,
               and
               just
               Rewards
               that
               are
            
             
               The
               Weights
               and
               Ballance
               ,
               both
               of
               Peace
               and
               Warre
               .
            
             
               From
               Noble
               Houses
               he
               ,
               and
               Loyall
               came
               ,
            
             
               
                 Marcham
              
               he
               was
               by
               blood
               ,
               and
               
                 Smith
              
               by
               Name
               .
            
             
               But
               he
               made
               better
               ,
               what
               before
               was
               good
               ,
            
             
               I
               meane
               his
               Loyall
               name
               ,
               and
               Noble
               blood
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
               Dominus
            
             Johannes
             Smith
             
               sanguine
               satis
               nobili
               natus
               ,
               qui
               Regis
               insignia
               (
               etiam
               capta
               )
               Regi
               ,
               sed
               non
               sine
               Caede
               restituit
               ,
               fidelis
               in
               bello
               (
               heu
               civili
               )
               dolo
               cecidit
               circumventus
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             for
             Sir
             
               Henry
               Spilmam
            
             Knight
             .
          
           
             
               VVHilst
               thou
               yet
               livedst
               (
               
                 Spilman
              
               )
               I
               honoured
               thee
               ,
            
             
               I
               reverence
               now
               thy
               sacred
               memory
               ;
            
             
               Ther
               's
               none
               I
               know
               hath
               written
               heretofore
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hath
               oblig'd
               this
               Church
               ,
               and
               Kingdome
               more
               .
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               deriv'd
               ,
               nay
               prov'd
               our
               Church
               as
               high
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 Rome
              
               can
               boast
               ,
               and
               giv'n
               her
               pride
               the
               lie
               .
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               the
               series
               of
               her
               story
               shown
               ,
            
             
               So
               hast
               o're
               us
               her
               Hirarchy
               o'rethrown
               .
            
             
               I
               read
               thy
               books
               ,
               and
               I
               admire
               thy
               soule
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               daring
               soule
               that
               durst
               proud
               
                 Rome
              
               controule
               :
            
             
               Thou
               with
               their
               own
               Authorities
               ,
               dost
               prove
            
             
               That
               which
               they
               would
               ,
               but
               never
               shall
               remove
               :
            
             
             
               Thou
               prov'dst
               that
               
                 Gregories
              
               Monke
               found
               Bishops
               here
            
             
               Durst
               check
               his
               pride
               ,
               who
               after
               Martyrs
               were
               :
            
             
               Who
               held
               the
               rites
               and
               customes
               of
               the
               Fast
               ,
            
             
               Which
               
                 Polycarpus
              
               durst
               approve
               the
               best
               .
            
             
               Who
               twice
               to
               
                 Rome
              
               as
               an
               Officiall
               came
               ,
            
             
               To
               fix
               that
               feast
               ,
               which
               now
               we
               must
               not
               name
               :
            
             
               
               Thou'st
               prov'd
               our
               Church
               as
               glorious
               as
               
                 Romes
                 ,
              
            
             
               For
               Doctrine
               ,
               Discipline
               ,
               and
               Martyrdomes
               .
            
             
               
               Thou'st
               prov'd
               to
               us
               the
               mighty
               power
               of
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               In
               calling
               councells
               even
               in
               spirituall
               things
               ;
            
             
               And
               temporall
               rights
               the
               Churches
               pedigree
               ,
            
             
               Her
               frequent
               councels
               even
               in
               Brittany
               ;
            
             
               As
               a
               choyce
               piece
               of
               evidence
               a
               story
            
             
               Which
               we
               may
               stile
               great
               Brittaines
               chiefest
               glory
               ,
            
             
               The
               Brittish
               Church
               ,
               our
               Kings
               owe
               this
               to
               thee
               ;
            
             
               Shall
               we
               not
               reverence
               then
               thy
               memory
               ?
            
             
               Had'st
               thou
               been
               
                 Rome's
                 ,
              
               thy
               supererogation
               ,
            
             
               Had
               rais'd
               a
               stock
               of
               merits
               for
               our
               Nation
               .
            
             
               But
               thou
               '
               art
               ours
               ,
               I
               joy
               I
               live
               to
               know
            
             
               I
               had
               a
               friend
               good
               men
               shall
               reverence
               so
               .
            
          
           
             Henricus
             Spilmanus
             
               Eques
               auratus
               hic
               jacet
               ,
               cujus
               solertissimae
               industriae
               non
               minus
               Ecclesia
               debet
               ,
               quam
               Respublica
               Brittanorum
               ;
               namque
               Saxonum
               nostrorum
               mores
               ,
               Concilia
               ,
               Leges
               ,
               etiam
               amissa
               nobis
               restituit
               .
               Nec
               in
               se
               magis
               ,
               quam
               Prole
               Faelix
               :
               Obiit
               Anno
               Salutis
               1642.
               
            
          
        
         
         
           
             Upon
             his
             Noble
             Friend
             Colonell
             
               Slanning
               .
            
          
           
             
               HEre
               
                 Slanning
              
               lies
               who
               was
               the
               second
               best
               ,
            
             
               Brave
               
                 Greenefields
              
               rivall
               
                 Vesper
              
               of
               the
               West
               ;
            
             
               As
               
                 Pompey
              
               was
               to
               
                 Caesar
                 ,
              
               so
               would
               he
               ,
            
             
               None
               should
               his
               equall
               but
               a
               
                 Caesar
              
               bee
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               he
               heard
               how
               bravely
               
                 Greenfield
              
               fell
               ,
            
             
               He
               would
               not
               over-live
               his
               paralell
               ;
            
             
               But
               covetous
               of
               as
               brave
               a
               death
               as
               he
               ,
            
             
               He
               crowned
               his
               with
               glorious
               loyaltie
               :
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               West
               the
               King
               had
               no
               two
               friends
            
             
               More
               really
               his
               ,
               more
               glorious
               in
               their
               ends
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             for
             my
             dear
             Godson
             and
             Nephew
             
               Henry
               Morton
               ,
            
             Sonne
             to
             my
             good
             brother
             Sir
             
               George
               Morton
            
             Baronet
             .
          
           
             
               HAve
               you
               observ'd
               a
               Cedar
               wonderous
               straight
               ?
            
             
               Admired
               for
               its
               freshnesse
               ,
               youth
               and
               heigth
               ;
            
             
               Cut
               down
               before
               it
               came
               to
               its
               full
               growth
               ,
            
             
               Such
               the
               proportions
               were
               of
               this
               sweet
               youth
               :
            
             
               And
               such
               his
               fortune
               ,
               loyall
               to
               the
               Crowne
               ,
            
             
               Scarce
               writing
               man
               (
               though
               man
               enough
               )
               cut
               down
               .
            
             
               I
               must
               confesse
               (
               brave
               youth
               )
               thou
               hast
               made
               good
            
             
               My
               share
               both
               in
               thy
               name
               ,
               and
               loyall
               blood
               ;
            
             
             
               The
               first
               I
               gave
               thee
               (
               that
               's
               thy
               name
               )
               the
               other
            
             
               Thy
               blood
               ,
               my
               sister
               was
               thy
               vertuous
               Mother
               :
            
             
               A
               Mother
               worthy
               of
               so
               brave
               a
               Sonne
               ;
            
             
               If
               heavenly
               soules
               know
               what
               on
               earth
               is
               done
               ,
            
             
               Her
               's
               would
               rejoyce
               ,
               that
               thou
               could'st
               so
               improve
            
             
               So
               small
               a
               stock
               of
               time
               to
               purchasse
               love
               :
            
             
               And
               die
               so
               rich
               in
               that
               and
               reputation
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               wert
               an
               honour
               to
               thy
               blood
               and
               Nation
               .
            
             
               All
               this
               in
               noble
               
                 Morton
              
               was
               ;
               lies
               here
            
             
               A
               name
               will
               force
               from
               every
               eye
               a
               teare
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               from
               the
               souldiers
               heart
               knowes
               not
               to
               weep
               .
            
             
               Yet
               know
               he
               is
               not
               dead
               ,
               he
               doth
               but
               sleep
               .
            
             
               As
               souldiers
               being
               alarum'd
               rub
               their
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               So
               when
               the
               trump
               shall
               blow
               ,
               
                 Morton
              
               must
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Not
               to
               a
               battell
               (
               there
               no
               more
               shall
               be
               ;
               )
            
             
               But
               to
               triumphant
               glorious
               victory
               .
            
             
               The
               crown
               of
               glory
               (
               such
               as
               Martyrs
               there
            
             
               Are
               crowned
               with
               )
               shall
               loyall
               
                 Morton
              
               weare
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             my
             honoured
             friends
             and
             Countreymen
             the
             valiant
             Collonels
             
               Howard
               ,
               Heron
               ,
               Fenwick
               ,
               Lumpton
               ,
               Claverin
               ,
            
             and
             
               Carnaby
               .
            
          
           
             
               FIrst
               high
               born
               
                 Howard
              
               to
               
                 Heron
              
               led
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               
                 Fenwick
              
               and
               
                 Lampton
                 ,
              
               both
               fell
               on
               one
               day
               :
            
             
               Brave
               
                 Claverin's
              
               heart
               was
               burst
               with
               griefe
               that
               he
               ,
            
             
               Without
               revenge
               should
               their
               survivor
               be
               :
            
             
             
               The
               next
               to
               these
               stout
               
                 Carnaby
              
               he
               fell
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               the
               number
               a
               just
               paralell
               .
            
             
               Six
               braver
               men
               then
               these
               the
               fruitfull
               North
               ,
            
             
               Of
               Martiall
               spirits
               ,
               in
               one
               age
               near
               brought
               forth
               :
            
             
               If
               we
               may
               nature
               check
               without
               offence
               ,
            
             
               Shee
               was
               too
               prodigall
               in
               her
               expence
               :
            
             
               Six
               such
               brave
               men
               to
               be
               borne
               in
               one
               age
            
             
               And
               fall
               so
               soone
               must
               some
               sad
               fate
               presage
               .
            
             
               Had
               these
               six
               liv'd
               ,
               the
               King
               had
               had
               no
               need
            
             
               T'
               have
               rais'd
               the
               South-parts
               ,
               to
               make
               good
               the
               Tweede
               .
            
             
               These
               six
               I
               dare
               say
               had
               secur'd
               it
               more
               ,
            
             
               Then
               
                 Rome
              
               did
               with
               her
               Legions
               heretofore
               .
            
             
               Had
               
                 Claverin
              
               liv'd
               t'have
               been
               their
               generall
               ,
            
             
               
               H'had
               more
               secur'd
               the
               North-parts
               then
               that
               wall
            
             
               Severus
               rais'd
               so
               high
               ,
               had
               it
               still
               stood
               ,
            
             
               The
               presence
               of
               these
               six
               had
               been
               as
               good
               :
            
             
               But
               those
               same
               sinnes
               which
               cut
               of
               these
               ,
               I
               feare
            
             
               Will
               make
               the
               passes
               over
               Trent
               as
               cleare
               :
            
             
               Our
               sinnes
               have
               brought
               in
               strangers
               heretofore
               ,
            
             
               (
               As
               friends
               proud
               conquerours
               )
               and
               may
               do
               once
               more
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             An
             Elegy
             upon
             the
             right
             honourable
             the
             Countesse
             of
             
               Dorset
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 DOrset
              
               is
               dead
               ,
               even
               she
               who
               could
               support
            
             
               Unenvied
               power
               ;
               and
               honour
               in
               a
               Court
               :
            
             
               Who
               by
               a
               wise
               King
               was
               plac'd
               there
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               The
               Tutresse
               of
               his
               Royall
               Progeny
               .
            
             
               Shee
               for
               the
               Mirrour
               of
               the
               Court
               might
               passe
               ,
            
             
               Who
               ever
               lookt
               vertue
               reflected
               was
               .
            
             
             
               This
               Glasse
               was
               wrought
               and
               polisht
               with
               that
               skill
               ,
            
             
               That
               would
               reflect
               still
               truth
               ,
               but
               nothing
               ill
               ;
            
             
               She
               by
               sweet
               Gravity
               reproved
               youth
               ,
            
             
               As
               God
               does
               lying
               ,
               by
               his
               stedfast
               Truth
               ;
            
             
               High
               Close
               Committee
               proofe
               her
               vertues
               were
               ,
            
             
               A
               Spanish
               Inquisition
               she
               could
               beare
               .
            
             
               Should
               both
               the
               Houses
               joyn
               ,
               should
               they
               advance
            
             
               That
               powerfull
               Engine
               cald
               their
               Ordinance
               ,
            
             
               And
               rayse
               a
               Battery
               ,
               I
               dare
               undertake
               ,
            
             
               It
               scarcely
               would
               the
               least
               impression
               make
            
             
               Into
               her
               Honour
               ;
               for
               her
               vertues
               were
            
             
               Above
               the
               proofe
               of
               that
               strange
               Engine
               farre
               .
            
             
               No
               pen
               is
               so
               Malignant
               ,
               will
               not
               write
               ,
            
             
               
                 The
                 Vertuous
                 Lady
                 ,
              
               was
               her
               Epithite
               .
            
          
           
             
               Hic
               jacet
               Comitissa
               
                 Dorsetiae
                 ,
              
               animae
               ,
               corporis
               ,
               &
               fortunae
               dotibus
               clara
               ;
               marito
               chara
               ,
               &
               mundo
               :
               pro
               liberis
               provida
               ,
               nec
               minus
               suis
               benigna
               ,
               filiis
               foelix
               ,
               fama
               foelici●r
               ,
               sed
               fide
               foelicissima
               :
               Sic
               Vixit
               etiam
               in
               Aula
               ut
               Aulic●s
               vivere
               ,
               Principes
               mori
               doceat
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 In
                 this
                 mean
                 Grave
                 which
                 scarce
                 appeares
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Lady
                 lies
                 ,
                 embalmd
                 in
                 Teares
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 That
                 you
                 may
                 know
                 these
                 Teares
                 to
                 prize
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 were
                 distild
                 from
                 Princes
                 eyes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Committed
                 to
                 this
                 Ladies
                 Care
                 ,
              
            
             
               
                 Who
                 in
                 the
                 losse
                 had
                 greatest
                 share
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Poore
               Princes
               you
               have
               lost
               much
               more
            
             
               Then
               you
               could
               value
               heretofore
               .
            
             
             
               Your
               Father
               stranger
               to
               his
               crowne
               ,
            
             
               Scarce
               to
               his
               own
               deare
               children
               knowne
               :
            
             
               Nay
               ,
               which
               is
               worse
               then
               this
               ,
               you
               are
            
             
               Deprived
               of
               your
               mothers
               care
               .
            
             
               What
               loyall
               heart
               reads
               what
               's
               writ
               here
               ,
            
             
               Can
               chuse
               but
               sacrifice
               a
               teare
               ;
            
             
               I
               must
               confesse
               when
               this
               I
               writ
               ,
            
             
               With
               loyall
               teares
               I
               watered
               it
               ,
            
             
               To
               think
               how
               glorious
               I
               have
               seen
            
             
               My
               royall
               Soveraign
               and
               his
               Queen
               ;
            
             
               And
               to
               think
               how
               some
               now
               endeavour
            
             
               These
               two
               whom
               Heaven
               hath
               joynd
               ,
               to
               sever
               ;
            
             
               T
               is
               Heavens
               Decree
               ,
               it
               must
               be
               so
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               our
               faith
               ,
               and
               this
               we
               know
               ;
            
             
               They
               both
               are
               pious
               ,
               God
               is
               just
               ,
            
             
               The
               Cause
               is
               his
               ,
               and
               there
               's
               my
               trust
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Vpon
             
               Francis
               Quarles
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               Must
               confesse
               that
               I
               am
               one
               of
               those
            
             
               Admire
               a
               Fancy
               more
               in
               Verse
               then
               Prose
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               thou
               in
               both
               workst
               on
               my
               judgement
               so
               ,
            
             
               I
               scarce
               know
               which
               to
               choose
               ,
               which
               to
               let
               go
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               Platonick
               transmigrations
               were
               ,
            
             
               The
               Harp
               of
               
                 David
              
               still
               me thinks
               I
               heare
               .
            
             
               Thy
               powerfull
               Muse
               hath
               so
               strong
               influence
               ,
            
             
               Vpon
               my
               troubled
               Soule
               ,
               and
               every
               Sense
               :
            
             
               For
               when
               thou
               
                 Solomons
              
               mystick
               strayns
               dost
               sing
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Muse
               then
               speaks
               the
               language
               of
               that
               King
               .
            
             
               And
               when
               thou
               undertakst
               the
               Kings
               just
               Cause
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               strength
               is
               such
               ;
               thy
               Reasons
               binde
               like
               Lawes
               .
            
             
             
               This
               doth
               thy
               reason
               and
               thy
               loyalty
               prayse
               ,
            
             
               That
               crowns
               thy
               Statues
               with
               eternall
               bayes
               :
            
             
               Thy
               muse
               hath
               raisd
               ,
               a
               Monument
               for
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               prose
               a
               Pyramid
               of
               loyalty
               .
            
             
               Thy
               memory
               shall
               be
               precious
               here
               below
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               men
               the
               use
               of
               sacred
               learning
               know
               .
            
             
               Thy
               soule
               is
               with
               thy
               deare
               beloved
               Kings
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               with
               them
               new
               
                 Halelujahs
              
               sings
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Upon
             a
             true
             contented
             Prisoner
             .
          
           
             
               VVHat
               's
               liberty
               it
               should
               be
               so
               desir'd
               ;
            
             
               'T
               is
               only
               when
               deni'd
               to
               men
               ,
               admir'd
               :
            
             
               W'
               are
               more
               displeased
               with
               the
               least
               negative
               ,
            
             
               Than
               pleas'd
               with
               all
               that
               God
               to
               man
               can
               give
               .
            
             
               We
               are
               scarcely
               pleasd
               with
               Gods
               great'st
               blessings
               ,
               health
            
             
               And
               liberty
               ,
               unlesse
               God
               give
               us
               wealth
               .
            
             
               A
               little
               tooth-ach
               ,
               a
               fit
               of
               the
               stone
               ,
            
             
               Or
               gowt
               ,
               destroys
               them
               ;
               and
               all
               these
               are
               gone
               :
            
             
               We
               are
               imprisoned
               in
               our
               beds
               and
               then
               ,
            
             
               We
               wish
               the
               use
               of
               these
               good
               things
               agen
               .
            
             
               Yet
               whilst
               we
               had
               them
               ,
               we
               scarce
               knew
               their
               good
               ,
            
             
               They
               were
               heav'ns
               blessings
               ,
               but
               scarce
               understood
               .
            
             
               The
               wretched
               slave
               is
               chaind
               unto
               his
               Oare
               ,
            
             
               Now
               prizes
               that
               ,
               he
               valued
               not
               before
               ,
            
             
               His
               liberty
               ;
               yet
               may
               be
               in
               that
               State
               ,
            
             
               He
               is
               more
               happy
               then
               he
               was
               of
               late
            
             
               In
               all
               these
               blessings
               free
               men
               could
               enjoy
               ;
            
             
               For
               their
               abuse
               ,
               doth
               all
               their
               use
               destroy
               :
            
             
               If
               want
               of
               these
               a
               thankfulnesse
               produce
            
             
               For
               blessings
               ,
               which
               we
               had
               not
               in
               their
               use
               :
            
             
             
               Are
               we
               not
               then
               more
               happy
               in
               their
               losse
               ,
            
             
               (
               Had
               we
               all
               that
               
                 Lucullus
              
               did
               engrosse
               ?
               )
            
             
               'T
               is
               then
               the
               use
               ,
               makes
               happy
               men
               ,
               not
               having
            
             
               Of
               that
               we
               use
               not
               well
               ,
               or
               still
               are
               craving
            
             
               More
               then
               we
               have
               ;
               be
               it
               or
               more
               or
               lesse
               ,
            
             
               A
               thankfull
               state
               is
               mans
               true
               happinesse
               .
            
             
               Imprisonment
               ,
               admit
               it
               neere
               so
               close
               ,
            
             
               Is
               to
               a
               wise
               man
               but
               his
               soules
               repose
               ;
            
             
               And
               the
               lesse
               roome
               he
               hath
               ,
               his
               soul
               's
               more
               free
            
             
               Then
               when
               she
               had
               her
               wanton
               liberty
               .
            
             
               Weak
               eyes
               cannot
               endure
               the
               glaring
               light
               ,
            
             
               Of
               the
               bright
               Sunne
               ;
               nor
               things
               which
               are
               too
               white
               .
            
             
               These
               doe
               disperse
               the
               Radii
               of
               the
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               We
               better
               can
               endure
               the
               cloudy
               skies
               ;
            
             
               Were
               I
               immur'd
               so
               I
               could
               see
               no
               Sunne
               ,
            
             
               My
               soule
               her
               wing'd
               horses
               could
               out-runne
               :
            
             
               I
               could
               with
               heaven
               a
               correspondence
               keep
               ,
            
             
               As
               
                 Ionas
              
               did
               close
               prisoner
               in
               the
               deep
               .
            
             
               The
               Prophet
               in
               the
               Dungeon
               was
               in
               heaven
               ,
            
             
               
                 Iohn
              
               in
               the
               Isle
               had
               all
               his
               visions
               given
               :
            
             
               Men
               in
               the
               deepest
               pits
               ,
               see
               best
               by
               farre
            
             
               The
               Sunnes
               Eclipses
               ;
               and
               finde
               every
               starre
               ,
            
             
               When
               sight
               's
               contracted
               and
               is
               more
               intent
               ;
            
             
               (
               So
               is
               mens
               soules
               in
               close
               imprisonment
               ,
               )
            
             
               We
               then
               can
               upwards
               look
               on
               things
               above
               ,
            
             
               Worthy
               our
               contemplation
               and
               our
               love
               :
            
             
               We
               are
               not
               Sunne
               ▪
               blin'd
               with
               reflections
               then
               ,
            
             
               Of
               dazling
               glory
               ,
               nor
               depend
               on
               men
               ;
            
             
               These
               mediums
               cannot
               then
               the
               soule
               deceive
               ,
            
             
               It
               s
               in
               a
               dungeon
               can
               more
               cleere
               perceive
               :
            
             
               And
               lights
               most
               welcome
               ;
               then
               the
               least
               is
               more
               ,
            
             
               When
               thus
               contracted
               ,
               then
               the
               Sunne
               before
               .
            
             
             
               Are
               we
               not
               happyest
               when
               we
               least
               desire
               ,
            
             
               And
               nothing
               that
               's
               below
               the
               sunne
               admire
               ?
            
             
               When
               w'
               are
               united
               to
               our
               God
               above
            
             
               (
               As
               wives
               to
               absent
               ▪
               husbands
               whom
               they
               love
               )
            
             
               By
               our
               souls
               union
               ,
               when
               our
               souls
               on
               fire
            
             
               Inwardly
               burning
               with
               zeale
               melt
               in
               desire
               .
            
             
               A
               
                 Nunc
                 dimittis
                 ,
              
               with
               old
               
                 Simeon
              
               sing
               ,
            
             
               And
               wish
               each
               bell
               we
               heare
               ,
               his
               knell
               should
               ring
               :
            
             
               And
               yet
               not
               weary
               of
               our
               lives
               ,
               for
               then
            
             
               Imprisonment
               is
               a
               hell
               on
               earth
               to
               men
               .
            
             
               I
               have
               sometimes
               seene
               an
               indulgent
               father
            
             
               Make
               his
               deare
               child
               ,
               rods
               for
               himselfe
               to
               gather
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               his
               wanton
               liberty
               restraine
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               make
               him
               fetters
               of
               a
               slender
               twine
               ,
            
             
               Sharply
               correct
               him
               ,
               make
               him
               kisse
               the
               rod
               ,
            
             
               Tries
               his
               obedience
               :
               And
               just
               thus
               does
               God
            
             
               With
               his
               deare
               children
               ,
               (
               if
               well
               understood
               )
            
             
               Wise
               parents
               know
               t
               is
               for
               their
               childrens
               good
               .
            
             
               And
               know
               we
               not
               ,
               God
               is
               more
               wise
               by
               far
               ,
            
             
               And
               more
               indulgent
               then
               our
               parents
               are
               ?
            
             
               Art
               thou
               injur'd
               ?
               yet
               take
               thus
               much
               from
               me
               ,
            
             
               Who
               sent
               thee
               thither
               ,
               knowes
               what
               's
               best
               for
               thee
               .
            
             
               Remember
               
                 Job
              
               was
               for
               a
               tryall
               lent
            
             
               To
               Satan
               ;
               how
               he
               bore
               his
               punishment
               :
            
             
               God
               crown'd
               his
               patience
               ,
               for
               he
               gave
               him
               more
            
             
               (
               Besides
               the
               honour
               )
               then
               he
               had
               before
               .
            
             
               Yet
               if
               in
               this
               thou
               lovest
               thy
               reward
               ,
            
             
               God
               will
               not
               then
               thy
               patience
               regard
               .
            
             
               Nor
               paines
               nor
               patience
               the
               true
               Martyr
               makes
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               the
               Cause
               the
               Martyr
               undertakes
               .
            
             
               Martyrs
               are
               witnesses
               of
               truth
               to
               death
               ;
            
             
               This
               is
               but
               duty
               ,
               so
               falls
               far
               beneath
            
             
             
               The
               weight
               of
               the
               reward
               :
               we
               dare
               not
               say
            
             
               That
               Saints
               can
               merit
               an
               
                 Aureola
                 .
              
            
             
               For
               we
               say
               when
               man
               does
               ,
               what
               he
               is
               able
               ,
            
             
               Come
               to
               Gods
               Scale
               ,
               he
               is
               unprofitable
               ,
            
             
               Our
               haires
               are
               numbred
               by
               our
               God
               we
               know
               ,
            
             
               He
               sets
               them
               highest
               ,
               whom
               he
               finds
               placed
               low
               .
            
             
               He
               in
               the
               Lyons
               den
               ,
               did
               
                 Daniel
              
               owne
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               upon
               his
               head
               the
               Favourites
               Crown
               .
            
             
               Art
               thou
               imprison'd
               ?
               looke
               up
               thou
               shalt
               find
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               a
               strange
               enlargment
               in
               thy
               mind
               .
            
             
               Th'
               are
               more
               ingaged
               far
               ,
               Imprisoned
               thee
               ;
            
             
               And
               shall
               come
               to
               accompt
               ,
               when
               thou
               art
               free
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
         
           
             I.
             
          
           
             
               
                 Scilicet
                 ut
                 fulvum
                 spectatur
                 in
                 ignibus
                 aurum
                 ,
              
               
                 Tempora
                 sic
                 du●o
                 est
                 inspicienda
                 fides
                 .
              
               
                 Dum
                 Juvat
                 ,
                 &
                 vultu
                 ridet
                 fortuna
                 secundo
                 ,
              
               
                 Indelibatas
                 cuncta
                 sequuntur
                 opes
                 :
              
               
                 Vix
                 duo
                 tresve
                 inter
                 ,
                 tot
                 restatis
                 amici
              
               
                 Cetera
                 fortunae
                 ,
                 non
                 me
                 turba
                 fuit
                 .
              
               
                 Illud
                 amicitiae
                 sanctum
                 ,
                 &
                 venerabile
                 nomen
                 ,
              
               
                 Re
                 tibi
                 pro
                 vili
                 sub
                 pedibusque
                 jacet
                 .
              
               
                 Donec
                 eris
                 faelix
                 ,
                 multos
                 numerabis
                 amicos
                 ,
              
               
                 Tempora
                 si
                 ●uerint
                 nubila
                 ,
                 solus
                 eris
                 .
              
               
                 Horrea
                 formici
                 tendunt
                 ad
                 mania
                 nunquam
                 ,
              
               
                 Nullus
                 ad
                 amissas
                 ibit
                 amicus
                 opes
                 .
              
               
                 Mobile
                 sic
                 sequ
                 tur
                 fortunae
                 legitima
                 vulgus
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 duris
                 autem
                 ,
                 remanentem
                 rebus
                 amicum
              
               
                 Callebit
                 inviso
                 Caesar
                 in
                 hoste
                 probatur
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 AS
                 Gold
                 's
                 unknowne
                 ,
                 by
                 fire
                 not
                 purify'd
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 Friendship
                 by
                 Adversity
                 is
                 try'd
                 .
              
               
                 Whilst
                 we
                 can
                 help
                 ,
                 or
                 Fortune
                 seemes
                 to
                 smile
                 ,
              
               
                 Friends
                 follow
                 bounty
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 Souldiers
                 spoile
                 .
              
               
                 Scarce
                 two
                 or
                 three
                 of
                 all
                 my
                 crowds
                 remaine
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 rest
                 were
                 Fortunes
                 rabble
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 mine
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 reverend
                 ,
                 sacred
                 name
                 of
                 Friendship
                 lyes
              
               
                 Without
                 regard
                 ,
                 as
                 things
                 they
                 most
                 despise
                 .
              
               
                 Whilst
                 thou
                 art
                 happy
                 ,
                 thou
                 some
                 friends
                 mayst
                 count
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 the
                 time
                 cloud
                 ,
                 thy
                 sunne
                 will
                 scarce
                 amount
              
               
                 To
                 Cyphers
                 :
                 For
                 these
                 friends
                 like
                 Ants
                 will
                 runne
              
               
                 To
                 better
                 Stoicks
                 ,
                 when
                 all
                 thy
                 store
                 is
                 done
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 giddy
                 people
                 follow
                 Fortunes
                 flowes
                 ,
              
               
               
                 T
                 is
                 adverse
                 fortune
                 reall
                 friendship
                 shewes
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Cesar
                
                 ever
                 in
                 his
                 greatest
                 foe
                 approves
              
               
                 This
                 pious
                 friendship
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 vertue
                 loves
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               II.
            
             De
             Ape
             .
             Martial
             .
             lib.
             7.
             32.
             inclusa
             electro
             .
          
           
             
               
                 ET
                 latet
                 &
                 lucet
                 ,
                 Phaetontida
                 conditu
                 gutta
                 ,
              
               
                 Ut
                 videatur
                 Apis
                 nectare
                 clausa
                 suo
                 .
              
               
                 Dignum
                 tantorum
                 pretium
                 ,
                 tulit
                 ille
                 laborum
                 ;
              
               
                 Credibile
                 est
                 ipsum
                 sic
                 voluisse
                 mori
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 HId
                 ,
                 yet
                 transparent
                 ,
                 in
                 an
                 Amber
                 drop
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 inclos'd
                 whilst
                 she
                 did
                 Nectar
                 sup
                 ,
              
               
                 T
                 is
                 like
                 enough
                 ,
                 the
                 Bee
                 chose
                 so
                 to
                 dye
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 paines
                 cast
                 in
                 ,
                 might
                 raise
                 her
                 price
                 so
                 high
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               III.
            
             De
             Formica
             .
             Martial
             .
             lib.
             6.
             15.
             
          
           
             
               
                 DUm
                 Phaetontea
                 Formica
                 vagatur
                 in
                 umbra
                 ,
              
               
                 Implicuit
                 tenuem
                 ,
                 succina
                 guttu
                 feram
                 .
              
               
                 Sic
                 modo
                 quae
                 fuit
                 contemptu
                 vita
                 manente
                 ,
              
               
                 Funeribus
                 facta
                 est
                 ,
                 jam
                 preciosa
                 suis
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 THe
                 Sun-bred
                 Ant
                 ,
                 being
                 travelling
                 in
                 the
                 shade
                 ,
              
               
                 An
                 Amber
                 drop
                 the
                 slender
                 creature
                 staid
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 she
                 ,
                 who
                 living
                 ,
                 was
                 despis'd
                 of
                 late
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 thus
                 embalm'd
                 ,
                 becomes
                 a
                 jemme
                 of
                 State
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               IV.
            
             Martial
             .
             de
             Vipera
             .
          
           
             
               
                 FLentibus
                 Heliadmi
                 ramis
                 ,
                 dum
                 vipera
                 serpsit
                 ,
              
               
                 Fluxit
                 in
                 instanti
                 ,
                 viperafera
                 Gemam
                 .
              
               
                 Quae
                 dum
                 miratur
                 ,
                 pingi
                 se
                 rore
                 teneri
                 ,
              
               
                 Riguit
                 ;
                 obstante
                 factu
                 repente
                 gelu
                 .
              
               
                 Metetam
                 nobili
                 placeas
                 Cleopatra
                 sepulchro
                 ,
              
               
                 Vipera
                 si
                 tumulo
                 nobiliore
                 jacet
                 .
              
            
          
           
           
             
               
                 A
                 Viper
                 creeping
                 up
                 an
                 Amber
                 stemme
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 weeping
                 Heliads
                 turn'd
                 her
                 to
                 a
                 jemme
                 :
              
               
                 Whilst
                 she
                 admires
                 to
                 find
                 her selfe
                 thus
                 held
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 instantly
                 was
                 in
                 that
                 ice
                 congeal'd
                 .
              
               
                 Why
                 should
                 that
                 rich
                 tombe
                 
                   Cleopatra
                
                 please
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 Vipers
                 have
                 such
                 noble
                 tombes
                 as
                 these
                 ?
              
            
          
        
         
           
             V.
             
          
           
             
               
                 —
                 O
                 prodiga
                 rerum
              
               
                 Luxuries
                 ,
                 nunquam
                 parvo
                 contenta
                 paratu
                 ,
              
               
                 Sed
                 quaesitorum
                 terrae
                 ,
                 pelagique
                 ciborum
                 ,
              
               
                 Ambitiosa
                 fames
                 ,
                 &
                 lautae
                 gloria
                 mensae
                 ,
              
               
                 Discite
                 ,
                 quam
                 parvo
                 ,
                 liceat
                 producere
                 vitam
                 ,
              
               
                 Et
                 quantum
                 natura
                 petit
                 .
                 —
              
               
                 Non
                 Auro
                 Myrrhâve
                 bibunt
                 ,
                 sed
                 gurgite
                 pure
              
               
                 Populis
                 satis
                 est
                 ,
                 fluviusque
                 Ceresque
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 OUr
                 Prodigall
                 Ryot
                 will
                 not
                 be
                 content
              
               
                 With
                 mean
                 provisions
                 ,
                 Caterers
                 must
                 be
                 sent
              
               
                 To
                 search
                 both
                 Sea
                 and
                 Land
                 ;
                 and
                 scarce
                 are
                 able
              
               
                 To
                 serve
                 
                 th'ambitious
                 hunger
                 of
                 one
                 Table
                 .
              
               
                 Learne
                 with
                 how
                 small
                 Allowance
                 ,
                 man
                 may
                 live
                 ;
              
               
                 Nature
                 doth
                 no
                 such
                 vast
                 Allowance
                 give
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 people
                 drinke
                 brooke
                 water
                 ,
                 cleere
                 ,
                 and
                 cold
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 perfum'd
                 wines
                 with
                 Myrrhe
                 in
                 Cups
                 of
                 Gold
                 :
              
               
                 Of
                 wholesome
                 Bread
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 but
                 have
                 good
                 store
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cleere
                 brooke
                 water
                 ,
                 they
                 desire
                 no
                 more
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
         
           
             
               VI
               .
            
             De
             Archmedis
             Sphera
             .
          
           
             
               
                 JUpiter
                 in
                 parvo
                 cum
                 cerneret
                 aethera
                 vitro
                 ,
              
               
                 Risit
                 ,
                 &
                 ad
                 Superos
                 talia
                 dicta
                 dedit
                 :
              
               
                 Huccine
                 Monopolis
                 progressa
                 potentia
                 cura
                 ,
              
               
                 Jam
                 mens
                 in
                 parvo
                 triditur
                 orbe
                 labor
                 .
              
               
                 Jura
                 poli
                 ,
                 rerumque
                 fidem
                 ,
                 legemque
                 deorum
                 ,
              
               
                 Ecce
                 Syracusus
                 ,
                 transtulit
                 arte
                 senex
                 .
              
               
                 Percurrit
                 totum
                 mentibus
                 signifera
                 annum
                 ,
              
               
                 Et
                 simulatu
                 nova
                 Cinthia
                 ,
                 mense
                 redit
                 .
              
               
                 Jamque
                 suum
                 voluens
                 ,
                 audax
                 industria
                 mundum
                 ,
              
               
                 Gaudet
                 ,
                 &
                 humana
                 sidera
                 mente
                 regit
                 .
              
               
                 Ergo
                 quid
                 insontem
                 ,
                 tonitru
                 ,
                 Salmonea
                 miror
                 ,
              
               
                 Emula
                 natura
                 ,
                 parva
                 repertu
                 manus
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 
                   JOve
                
                 when
                 in
                 Glasse
                 he
                 saw
                 a
                 Spheare
                 was
                 made
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 smild
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 unto
                 the
                 Gods
                 he
                 said
                 ;
              
               
                 Of
                 man
                 we
                 need
                 to
                 take
                 no
                 further
                 care
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 Jeere
                 our
                 paynes
                 ,
                 they
                 now
                 such
                 Artists
                 are
                 :
              
               
                 Old
                 
                   Archimedes
                
                 undertakes
                 our
                 Trade
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 in
                 a
                 Spheare
                 ,
                 hath
                 all
                 heavens
                 motions
                 made
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 a
                 Spirit
                 included
                 ,
                 seemes
                 to
                 move
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 severall
                 Orbs
                 ,
                 and
                 Stars
                 ,
                 like
                 those
                 above
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Sun
                 runs
                 through
                 the
                 12.
                 signs
                 ,
                 makes
                 the
                 yeere
                 ,
              
               
                 Cynthia
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 her
                 Aspects
                 ,
                 doth
                 appeare
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Rapid
                 motion
                 men
                 dare
                 undertake
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 rule
                 their
                 stars
                 too
                 ;
                 since
                 they
                 heaven
                 can
                 make
                 .
              
               
                 Why
                 should
                 we
                 vex
                 at
                 
                   Salmons
                
                 guiltles
                 thunder
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 emulous
                 man
                 ,
                 hath
                 framed
                 a
                 greater
                 wonder
                 ?
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               VII
               .
            
             De
             remora
             ,
             piscicula
             .
          
           
             
               
                 SOlus
                 ego
                 Actiacum
                 potui
                 retinere
                 carinam
                 ,
              
               
                 Et
                 potui
                 Baii
                 rostra
                 tenere
                 duci●
              
               
               
                 Semipedalis
                 ego
                 ,
                 quis
                 haec
                 corpuscula
                 cr●dat
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 ▪
                 cursu
                 tantas
                 detinuisse
                 naves
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 
                   CEsar
                
                 for
                 Actium
                 bound
                 ,
                 even
                 I
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 Could
                 stay
                 ;
                 when
                 with
                 his
                 fleet
                 he
                 would
                 be
                 gone
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 length
                 but
                 halfe
                 a
                 foote
                 ,
                 my
                 Body
                 small
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 could
                 I
                 stay
                 Ships
                 ,
                 under
                 sayle
                 so
                 tall
                 ?
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               VIII
               .
            
             De
             flamma
             perenni
             inventa
             in
             urna
             apud
             Patavium
             ,
             qua
             fracta
             extincta
             fuit
             flamma
             .
          
           
             
               
                 PLutoni
                 sacrum
                 munus
                 ne
                 attingite
                 fures
                 ,
              
               
                 Ignotum
                 vobis
                 est
                 ,
                 hoc
                 ,
                 quod
                 in
                 orbe
                 latet
                 .
              
               
                 Namque
                 elementa
                 gravi
                 clausit
                 ,
                 digesta
                 labore
                 ,
              
               
                 Vase
                 sub
                 hoc
                 modico
                 maximus
                 Olibius
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 THis
                 sacred
                 Gift
                 to
                 
                   Pluto
                
                 I
                 forbid
              
               
                 Your
                 theeves
                 to
                 touch
                 ,
                 (
                 for
                 t
                 is
                 a
                 secret
                 hid
                 )
              
               
                 With
                 Art
                 and
                 paines
                 hath
                 great
                 
                   Olibius
                
                 shut
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 small
                 Urne
                 ,
                 
                 th'unruly
                 Elements
                 up
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               IX
               .
            
             De
             vicissitudine
             rerum
             .
          
           
             
               
                 PAuperies
                 ,
                 pacem
                 ;
                 pax
                 ,
                 opes
                 ;
                 copia
                 ,
                 luxum
                 ;
              
               
                 Sed
                 luxus
                 bellum
                 ,
                 bellaque
                 pauperiem
                 .
              
               
                 Pauperies
                 turbam
                 causat
                 ,
                 turbaque
                 quietem
                 ,
              
               
                 Stant
                 qui
                 deciderent
                 ,
                 quique
                 stetere
                 cadunt
                 .
              
               
                 Captivi
                 capiunt
                 ,
                 &
                 qui
                 domuere
                 domantur
                 ,
              
               
                 Jam
                 victi
                 suplex
                 ,
                 qui
                 modo
                 victor
                 erat
                 .
              
               
                 Sic
                 plebae
                 ●ndomitae
                 ,
                 sic
                 sunt
                 sua
                 fata
                 tyrannis
                 ,
              
               
                 Sic
                 Deus
                 alternas
                 versat
                 in
                 orbe
                 vices
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 OUr
                 Poverty
                 makes
                 peace
                 ;
                 Peace
                 ,
                 wealth
                 and
                 ryot
                 ;
              
               
                 Riot
                 makes
                 war
                 ;
                 War
                 makes
                 us
                 poore
                 and
                 qui
                 et
                 :
              
               
                 Our
                 wants
                 breed
                 troubles
                 ;
                 after
                 troubles
                 ,
                 rest
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 fall
                 ,
                 who
                 stood
                 ;
                 those
                 lately
                 fell
                 ,
                 stand
                 best
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Prisoners
                 take
                 those
                 captives
                 ,
                 them
                 even
                 now
              
               
                 The
                 Conqueror
                 late
                 ,
                 must
                 to
                 new
                 Conquerors
                 bow
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 God
                 disposes
                 of
                 all
                 earthly
                 States
                 ,
              
               
                 Kings
                 ,
                 and
                 wild
                 Commons
                 ,
                 take
                 by
                 turnes
                 their
                 fates
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               X.
            
             De
             Ethiope
             baptizato
             .
          
           
             
               
                 ILle
                 niger
                 sacris
                 lotus
                 quam
                 exit
                 ab
                 undis
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Nec
                 frustra
                 )
                 Ethiopem
                 nempe
                 lavare
                 fuit
                 .
              
               
                 Mentem
                 quam
                 niveam
                 ,
                 piceae
                 cutis
                 umbra
                 fovebat
                 ,
              
               
                 Jam
                 volet
                 ad
                 nigras
                 sancta
                 columba
                 lares
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 HOw
                 white
                 the
                 Sun-parcht
                 Moor
                 from
                 
                   Jordan
                
                 came
              
               
                 To
                 wash
                 the
                 Blackmore
                 thus
                 ,
                 was
                 not
                 in
                 vaine
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 white
                 a
                 soule
                 lives
                 in
                 that
                 pitch-staind
                 Cell
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 sacred
                 Dove
                 in
                 that
                 makes
                 choice
                 to
                 dwell
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               XI
               .
            
             De
             quinque
             panibus
             ,
             tot
             mille
             pascentibus
             .
          
           
             
               
                 QUis
                 novus
                 Agricola
                 ,
                 quae
                 nova
                 semina
                 crescit
                 ,
              
               
                 Cum
                 perit
                 ,
                 &
                 major
                 fit
                 minuendo
                 ceres
                 .
              
               
                 Millia
                 tot
                 virum
                 panum
                 sed
                 quinque
                 putasses
              
               
                 Millia
                 tot
                 panum
                 quinque
                 fuisse
                 virum
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 Who
                 that
                 new
                 seedes
                 ,
                 man
                 ,
                 or
                 that
                 seede
                 can
                 guesse
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 spending
                 ,
                 growes
                 ,
                 and
                 wasting
                 doth
                 increase
                 ,
              
               
                 Five
                 loaves
                 whereof
                 so
                 many
                 thousands
                 fed
                 ,
              
               
                 Yo'ud
                 think
                 the
                 five
                 were
                 men
                 ,
                 the
                 thousands
                 bread
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               XII
               .
            
             Ovidius
             in
             Ibim
             .
          
           
             
               
                 DEsinit
                 esse
                 prius
                 ,
                 contrarius
                 ignibus
                 humor
                 ,
              
               
                 Et
                 tepidus
                 gelidus
                 ,
                 flavit
                 ab
                 axe
                 nothus
                 .
              
               
                 Et
                 ver
                 autumno
                 ,
                 brume
                 miscebitur
                 aestas
                 ,
              
               
                 Atque
                 eadem
                 regio
                 vesper
                 ,
                 &
                 artus
                 erit
                 .
              
               
                 Quam
                 mihi
                 sit
                 tecum
                 positis
                 ,
                 quae
                 sumpsimus
                 armis
                 .
              
               
               
                 Gratia
                 commissis
                 improbe
                 ruptatuis
                 .
              
               
                 Pax
                 erit
                 haec
                 nobis
                 semper
                 dum
                 vita
                 manebit
                 ▪
              
               
                 Cum
                 pecore
                 infirmo
                 ,
                 qua
                 solet
                 esse
                 Lupis
                 .
              
               
                 Terra
                 tibi
                 fruges
                 ,
                 amnis
                 tibi
                 deneget
                 undas
                 ,
              
               
                 Deneget
                 a●flatus
                 ventus
                 ,
                 &
                 aura
                 su●s
                 .
              
               
                 Nec
                 tibi
                 sol
                 calidus
                 ,
                 nec
                 sit
                 tibi
                 lucida
                 Phoebe
                 :
              
               
                 Destituant
                 oc●los
                 ,
                 sydera
                 clara
                 tu●s
                 .
              
               
                 Nec
                 tibi
                 Vulcanus
                 ,
                 nec
                 se
                 tibi
                 praebeat
                 ●er
                 :
              
               
                 Nec
                 tibi
                 det
                 tellus
                 ,
                 nec
                 tibi
                 pontus
                 iter
                 .
              
               
                 Exul
                 inops
                 erres
                 ,
                 alienaque
                 limina
                 lustres
                 ,
              
               
                 Exiguumque
                 pet●s
                 ore
                 tremente
                 cibum
                 .
              
               
                 Nec
                 corpus
                 querulo
                 ,
                 nec
                 mens
                 vacet
                 aegra
                 dolore
                 ,
              
               
                 Moxque
                 die
                 gravior
                 sit
                 tibi
                 nocte
                 dies
                 .
              
               
                 Sisque
                 miser
                 semper
                 ,
                 nec
                 ●is
                 miserabilis
                 ulli
                 :
              
               
                 Gaudeat
                 adversis
                 faemina
                 virque
                 tuis
                 .
              
               
                 Qui
                 mala
                 cum
                 tuleris
                 plurima
                 ,
                 plura
                 feras
                 .
              
               
                 Causaque
                 non
                 desit
                 ,
                 desit
                 tibi
                 copia
                 mortis
                 ,
              
               
                 Optatam
                 fugiat
                 vita
                 coacta
                 necem
                 .
              
               
                 Luctatusque
                 diu
                 cruciatos
                 spiritus
                 artus
              
               
                 Deserat
                 ,
                 &
                 longa
                 torqueat
                 a●te
                 ●ora
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               My
               Translation
               transferred
               in
               wishes
               ,
               to
               him
               ,
               deserted
               and
               betrayed
               
                 Cesars
              
               Cause
               ,
               and
               his
               Comrade
               in
               adversity
               .
            
             
               
                 FIrst
                 fire
                 and
                 water
                 shall
                 to
                 friendship
                 grow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 the
                 North-pole
                 warm
                 South-winds
                 shall
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Spring
                 shall
                 change
                 to
                 Autumne
                 ,
                 snow
                 shall
                 burn
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Easterne
                 Regions
                 shall
                 to
                 Westerne
                 turne
              
               
                 Sooner
                 then
                 I
                 friendship
                 renew
                 with
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 Once
                 my
                 Comrade
                 ,
                 forsook
                 thy
                 Arms
                 and
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 peace
                 shall
                 henceforth
                 betwixt
                 thee
                 and
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 wont
                 betwixt
                 the
                 Wolfe
                 and
                 Lambe
                 to
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 Brooks
                 their
                 waters
                 ,
                 Earth
                 her
                 fruits
                 deny
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 wind
                 ,
                 nor
                 aire
                 ,
                 thee
                 with
                 their
                 breath
                 supply
                 ;
              
               
                 May
                 not
                 the
                 sun
                 lend
                 heat
                 ,
                 nor
                 moone
                 shine
                 cleare
                 ;
              
               
               
                 May
                 never
                 a
                 star
                 by
                 night
                 to
                 thee
                 appeare
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 fire
                 and
                 ayre
                 grow
                 concreat
                 as
                 the
                 glasse
                 ;
              
               
                 May
                 sea
                 and
                 land
                 refuse
                 to
                 give
                 thee
                 passe
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 tatter'd
                 maist
                 thou
                 goe
                 from
                 doore
                 to
                 doore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 beg
                 thy
                 bread
                 amongst
                 the
                 wretched
                 poore
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 nere
                 thy
                 soule
                 or
                 body
                 want
                 their
                 griefe
                 ;
              
               
                 May
                 dayes
                 give
                 thee
                 no
                 ease
                 ,
                 nor
                 nights
                 reliefe
                 .
              
               
                 Maist
                 thou
                 most
                 wretched
                 be
                 pityed
                 by
                 none
                 ;
              
               
                 May
                 they
                 rejoyce
                 ,
                 who
                 should
                 thy
                 state
                 bemoane
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 all
                 thy
                 evils
                 still
                 increase
                 and
                 grow
                 ;
              
               
                 Maist
                 thou
                 desire
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 meanes
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 May
                 thy
                 strong
                 heart
                 strive
                 with
                 thy
                 will
                 to
                 die
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 in
                 the
                 rack
                 maist
                 thou
                 in
                 sicknesse
                 lye
                 .
              
               
                 Like
                 those
                 that
                 dye
                 by
                 piece-meale
                 ,
                 or
                 slow
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 Maist
                 thou
                 both
                 feare
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 and
                 death
                 desire
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             XIII
             .
             A
             Paraphrase
             upon
             the
             Verses
             which
             
               Famianus
               Strada
            
             made
             of
             the
             Lutanist
             and
             
               Philomell
            
             in
             contestation
             ,
             
               Pag.
               399.
               
               Jam
               Sol
               ,
               &c.
               
            
          
           
             
               WHen
               past
               the
               middle
               Orbe
               the
               parching
               Sun
            
             
               Had
               downward
               nearer
               our
               Horizon
               run
               ,
            
             
               A
               Lutenist
               neare
               Tibers
               streames
               had
               found
            
             
               Where
               the
               Eccho
               did
               resound
               .
            
             
               Under
               a
               holme
               a
               shady
               bower
               he
               made
            
             
               To
               ease
               his
               cares
               ,
               his
               severall
               Phancies
               playd
               ,
            
             
               The
               Philomell
               no
               sooner
               did
               the
               Musicke
               hear
               ,
            
             
               But
               straight
               wayes
               she
               drew
               neare
               .
            
             
               The
               harmlesse
               Syren
               musicke
               of
               the
               wood
            
             
               Hid
               in
               a
               leavy
               bush
               ,
               she
               hearking
               stood
               ,
            
             
               She
               ruminates
               upon
               the
               Ayers
               he
               plaid
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               him
               answers
               made
               .
            
             
               With
               her
               shirl
               voyce
               doth
               all
               his
               paines
               requi●●
               .
            
             
               Lost
               not
               one
               note
               ;
               but
               to
               his
               play
               sung
               right
               ,
            
             
               Well
               pleased
               to
               heare
               her
               skil
               ,
               and
               envy
               ,
               he
            
             
               Tryes
               his
               Variety
               .
            
             
             
               And
               dares
               her
               with
               his
               severall
               notes
               ,
               runs
               throw
            
             
               Even
               all
               the
               strains
               his
               skill
               could
               reach
               unto
               :
            
             
               A
               thousand
               wayes
               he
               tryes
               ,
               she
               answers
               all
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               new
               straynes
               dares
               call
               .
            
             
               He
               could
               not
               touch
               a
               string
               in
               such
               a
               straine
               ,
            
             
               To
               which
               she
               warble
               and
               not
               sung
               it
               plaine
               ;
            
             
               His
               fingers
               could
               not
               reach
               to
               greater
               choice
               ,
            
             
               Then
               she
               did
               with
               her
               voyce
               .
            
             
               The
               Lutenist
               admir'd
               her
               narrow
               throat
            
             
               Could
               reach
               so
               high
               ,
               or
               fall
               to
               any
               note
               :
            
             
               But
               that
               which
               he
               did
               thinke
               in
               her
               most
               strange
               ,
            
             
               She
               instantly
               could
               change
               .
            
             
               Or
               sharpe
               ,
               or
               ●lat
               ,
               or
               meane
               ,
               or
               quicke
               ,
               or
               slow
               ,
            
             
               Whar
               ere
               he
               plaid
               ,
               she
               the
               like
               skill
               would
               show
               :
            
             
               And
               if
               he
               inward
               did
               his
               notes
               recall
               ,
            
             
               She
               answer
               made
               to
               all
               .
            
             
               
               Th'inraged
               Lutenist
               he
               blusht
               for
               shame
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               could
               not
               this
               weake
               corrivall
               tame
               ,
            
             
               If
               thou
               canst
               answer
               this
               I
               'le
               breake
               my
               Lute
               ,
            
             
               And
               yeild
               in
               the
               Dispute
               .
            
             
               He
               said
               no
               more
               but
               aimes
               at
               such
               a
               height
            
             
               Of
               skill
               he
               thought
               she
               could
               not
               imitate
               :
            
             
               He
               shows
               the
               utmost
               cunning
               of
               his
               hand
            
             
               And
               all
               he
               could
               command
               .
            
             
               He
               tryes
               his
               strength
               ,
               his
               active
               fingers
               flye
            
             
               To
               every
               string
               ,
               and
               stop
               ,
               now
               low
               ,
               now
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               higher
               yet
               he
               multiplyes
               his
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Then
               doth
               his
               Chorus
               fill
               .
            
             
               Then
               he
               expecting
               stands
               to
               try
               if
               she
            
             
               His
               envy
               late
               would
               yeeld
               the
               victory
               ,
            
             
               She
               would
               not
               yeeld
               ,
               but
               summons
               all
               her
               force
            
             
               Though
               tyred
               out
               and
               hoarse
               .
            
             
               She
               strives
               with
               various
               strings
               the
               Lutes
               bast
               chest
               ,
            
             
               The
               spirit
               of
               man
               ,
               one
               narrow
               throat
               and
               Chest
               :
            
             
             
               Unequal
               matches
               ,
               yet
               she
               's
               pleasd
               that
               she
            
             
               Concludes
               Victoriously
               .
            
             
               Her
               spirit
               was
               such
               ,
               she
               would
               not
               live
               to
               heare
            
             
               The
               Lutenist
               bestow
               on
               her
               a
               jeere
               ,
            
             
               But
               broken
               hearted
               fell
               upon
               the
               Tombe
            
             
               She
               choose
               the
               sweet
               Lutes
               wombe
               .
            
             
               The
               warbling
               Lutes
               doe
               yet
               their
               Triumphs
               tell
               ,
            
             
               (
               With
               mournfull
               accents
               )
               of
               the
               Philomell
               ,
            
             
               And
               have
               usurpt
               the
               title
               ever
               since
            
             
               Of
               harmony
               the
               Prince
               .
            
             
               The
               
                 Morall
              
               this
               ,
               by
               emulation
               wee
            
             
               May
               much
               improve
               both
               art
               ,
               and
               industry
               ;
            
             
               Though
               she
               deserve
               the
               name
               of
               Philomell
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               men
               must
               her
               excell
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Comparison
             .
          
           
             
               COblers
               are
               call'd
               Translators
               ,
               so
               are
               we
               ,
            
             
               (
               And
               may
               be
               well
               call'd
               so
               )
               we
               so
               agree
               :
            
             
               They
               rip
               the
               Soale
               first
               from
               the
               upper
               leather
               ,
            
             
               Then
               steepe
               ,
               then
               stretch
               ,
               then
               patch
               up
               all
               together
               .
            
             
               We
               rip
               ,
               we
               steep
               ,
               we
               stretch
               ,
               and
               take
               great
               paines
               ,
            
             
               They
               with
               their
               fingers
               worke
               ,
               we
               with
               our
               Braines
               .
            
             
               They
               trade
               in
               old
               shooes
               ,
               as
               we
               doe
               in
               feet
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               the
               fancy
               ,
               and
               the
               Language
               meete
               .
            
             
               We
               make
               all
               smooth
               (
               as
               they
               doe
               )
               and
               take
               care
               ,
            
             
               What
               is
               too
               short
               ,
               to
               patch
               :
               too
               large
               ,
               to
               pare
               :
            
             
               When
               they
               have
               done
               ,
               then
               to
               the
               Club
               they
               goe
               ,
            
             
               And
               spend
               their
               gettings
               ,
               doe
               not
               we
               doe
               so
               ?
            
             
               Coblers
               are
               often
               poore
               ,
               yet
               merrie
               blades
               ,
            
             
               Translators
               rarely
               rich
               ,
               yet
               cheerefull
               lads
               .
            
             
               Who
               thinkes
               he
               wants
               ,
               he
               is
               in
               plentie
               poore
               ,
            
             
               Give
               me
               the
               Coblers
               wealth
               ,
               I
               le
               aske
               no
               more
               .
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A96944e-670
           
             Ziba
             of
             Sauls
             
               Tribe
               .
            
          
           
             Shimei
             of
             Sauls
             
               Tribe
               ▪
            
          
        
      
      
  

