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             Philomythie, or, Philomythologie wherin outlandish birds, beasts, and fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely / by Tho: Scot ...
             Scot, Tho. (Thomas), fl. 1605.
          
           
             The second edition, much inlarged.
          
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               PHILOMYTHIE
               or
               PHILOMYTHOLOGIE
               wherin
               Outlandish
               Birds
               ,
               Beasts
               ,
               and
               Fishes
               ,
               are
               taught
               to
               speake
               true
               English
               plainely
               .
            
             
               By
               Tho
               :
               Scot
               Gent.
               
            
             
               Philomithus
               est
               aliquo
               modo
               philosophus
               :
               fabula
               enim
               ex
               miris
               constituitur
               .
            
             
               The
               second
               edition
               much
               inlarged
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               for
               
                 Francis
                 Constable
              
               at
               the
               white
               Lyon
               in
               Paules
               church
               :
               yard
               .
               1622
            
             
               
                 TORTI
                 TOTO
                 MVNDO
              
            
             
          
           
             
             
               A
               PRAEMONITION
               TO
               THE
               INTELLIGENT
               READER
               .
            
             
               Lest
               hee
               finding
               his
               affection
               or
               opinion
               crost
               in
               the
               praise
               or
               dispraise
               of
               some
               particular
               ,
               should
               thereby
               be
               drawn
               to
               reade
               or
               reiect
               the
               rest
               with
               Praeiudice
               .
            
             
               
                 WHO
                 safely
                 in
                 the
                 streame
                 would
                 swim
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 free
                 from
                 weeds
                 keepe
                 euery
                 lym
                 ;
              
               
                 Lest
                 sl●●e
                 vnto
                 himselfe
                 he
                 grow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 vulgar
                 humour
                 drawes
                 him
                 low
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 v●n●ring
                 in
                 the
                 deeps
                 (
                 too
                 weake
                 )
                 ,
              
               
                 Opinions
                 windie
                 bladder
                 breake
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 We
                 ought
                 both
                 in
                 our selues
                 and
                 friends
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 To
                 hate
                 all
                 acts
                 with
                 doubtfull
                 ends
                 ;
              
               
                 "
                 And
                 loue
                 euen
                 in
                 our
                 foes
                 the
                 good
              
               
                 "
                 Which
                 may
                 be
                 seuer'd
                 from
                 their
                 blood
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 if
                 the
                 times
                 mislead
                 vs
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 sooth
                 those
                 sinnes
                 we
                 would
                 not
                 do
                 ;
              
               
                 At
                 least
                 (
                 like
                 free-men
                 )
                 let
                 vs
                 thinke
              
               
                 What
                 's
                 good
                 and
                 bad
                 ,
                 although
                 we
                 winke
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 this
                 free
                 nature
                 if
                 you
                 finde
              
               
                 These
                 busie
                 papers
                 much
                 inclinde
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 pardon
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 i●dge
                 ar●ght
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 free
                 man
                 (
                 not
                 a
                 slaue
                 )
                 did
                 write
                 .
              
               
                 Reade
                 for
                 your
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 close
                 the
                 Booke
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 th'
                 innocent
                 out
                 side
                 all
                 may
                 looke
                 .
              
               
                 Th'
                 intelligent
                 within
                 may
                 prie
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 barre
                 th'
                 Intelligencers
                 eye
                 .
              
               
                 THOMAS
                 SCOT
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 SARCASMOS
                 MVNDO
              
               :
               OR
               ,
               The
               Frontispice
               explaned
               .
            
             
               
                 HOw
                 apt
                 is
                 Man
                 to
                 erre
                 ?
                 Antiquitie
              
               
                 Thinks
                 it
                 sees
                 right
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 sees
                 all
                 awry
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 sight
                 is
                 impot●nt
                 ,
                 the
                 helpe
                 we
                 haue
              
               
                 By
                 a
                 Art-full
                 sp●ctacles
                 ,
                 doth
                 much
                 d●praue
              
               
                 The
                 truth
                 of
                 obiects
                 ;
                 And
                 tradition
                 saith
              
               
                 Bookes
                 vse
                 to
                 ly●
                 ,
                 And
                 b
                 Bookes
                 d●ny
                 her
                 faith
                 .
              
               
                 Ecclipses
                 of
                 the
                 Sunn●
                 were
                 wonders
                 thought
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Till
                 sage
                 Milesi●●
                 the
                 cause
                 out-sought
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 man
                 had
                 not
                 the
                 wit
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 doubt
              
               
                 Of
                 halfe
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 till
                 fortune
                 found
                 it
                 out
                 .
                 
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 this
                 Age
                 hath
                 s●ene
                 ,
                 makes
                 that
                 s●eme
                 truth
                 
              
               
                 The
                 laughing
                 wiseman
                 wrote
                 ,
                 which
                 made
                 the
                 youth
              
               
                 Shed
                 teares
                 to
                 reade
                 it
                 ;
                 that
                 more
                 worlds
                 remaine
              
               
                 Still
                 vndiscouer'd
                 then
                 are
                 yet
                 made
                 plaine
                 .
              
               
                 De●pe
                 diuing
                 Paracel●us
                 findes
                 the
                 ground
              
               
                 With
                 minerals
                 and
                 mettals
                 to
                 abound
                 ;
              
               
                 More
                 proper
                 for
                 our
                 humors
                 then
                 the
                 weed●s●
              
               
                 Hearbs
                 ,
                 plants
                 ,
                 &
                 flowers
                 ,
                 which
                 spring
                 from
                 weaker
                 seeds●
              
               
                 This
                 earth
                 we
                 liue
                 on
                 and
                 do
                 stedfast
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 Copernicus
                 proues
                 gid●y-brainde
                 ,
                 and
                 all
              
               
               
                 Those
                 other
                 bodies
                 whose
                 swift
                 motions
                 we
              
               
                 So
                 wonder
                 at
                 ,
                 he
                 setled
                 finds
                 to
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Till
                 sanctifi'd
                 c
                 Ignatius
                 and
                 his
                 brood
              
               
                 Found
                 out
                 the
                 lawfull
                 way
                 of
                 shedding
                 blood
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 prou'd
                 it
                 plainly
                 that
                 a
                 s●bi●ct
                 might
              
               
                 Murther
                 ●is
                 Prince
                 we
                 fondly
                 vsde
                 t'
                 indite
              
               
                 Such
                 persons
                 of
                 high
                 treason
                 :
                 Now
                 before
                 them
              
               
                 We
                 kneele
                 ,
                 we
                 pray
                 ,
                 we
                 worship
                 and
                 adore
                 them
                 .
              
               
                 
                 For
                 with
                 their
                 merits
                 now
                 w'ar●
                 mor●
                 acquaint●d
              
               
                 And
                 know
                 for
                 zealous
                 Pa●riot●
                 they
                 are
                 s●incted
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 power
                 that
                 doth
                 it
                 ,
                 till
                 of
                 lat●
                 we
                 do●bted
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 who
                 qu●stions
                 it
                 to
                 death
                 are
                 flout●d
                 .
              
               
                 Th●n
                 l●t
                 what
                 I
                 propound
                 no
                 wonder
                 s●eme
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 doting
                 age
                 new
                 truthes
                 do
                 disesteeme
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 time
                 may
                 mak●
                 it
                 plaine
                 ,
                 and
                 reason
                 too
              
               
                 May
                 beare
                 it
                 out
                 ,
                 though
                 sure
                 with
                 much
                 adoe
                 .
              
               
                 Causes
                 for●g●●●ff●cts
                 by
                 course
                 of
                 kinde
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 first
                 th'
                 ●ff●ct
                 and
                 then
                 the
                 cause
                 we
                 finde
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 much
                 I
                 do
                 here
                 ,
                 propound
                 the
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 strong●r
                 reason
                 af●●r-times
                 may
                 bring
                 .
              
               
                 Attend
                 my
                 Doctrine
                 then
                 .
                 I
                 say
                 this
                 Earth
              
               
                 On
                 which
                 we
                 tread
                 ,
                 from
                 whence
                 we
                 take
                 our
                 birth
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 not
                 ,
                 as
                 some
                 haue
                 thought
                 proportion'd
                 round
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Globe-li●e
                 with
                 s●ch
                 zon●s
                 ,
                 and
                 girdles
                 bound
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Poets
                 or
                 (
                 more
                 lyer●
                 )
                 Tr●u●ll●rs
                 s●y
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 shap●d
                 awry
                 ,
                 and
                 lookes
                 another
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 monstrous
                 Creature
                 like
                 a
                 M●n
                 ,
              
               
                 Thrust
                 altog●ther
                 on
                 a
                 heape
                 ,
                 we
                 can
              
               
                 Distinguis●
                 no
                 part
                 ,
                 goggle
                 cyes
                 ,
                 wide
                 mouth
                 ,
              
               
                 Eares
                 that
                 reach
                 both
                 the
                 poles
                 from
                 north
                 to
                 south
                 ,
              
               
                 Crump-shouldr●d
                 ,
                 breast
                 ,
                 &
                 back
                 ,
                 &
                 thighs
                 together
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 legs
                 and
                 feet
                 all
                 one
                 ,
                 if
                 it
                 hath
                 ●ither
                 .
              
               
               
                 In
                 breefe
                 it
                 is
                 the
                 greatest
                 Master
                 D●uill
              
               
                 Thro●ne
                 downe
                 from
                 heauen
                 ,
                 in
                 whose
                 womb●
                 euery
                 cuill
              
               
                 Is
                 radically
                 fixt
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 thence
                 springs
              
               
                 Infusing
                 natiu●
                 euill
                 ,
                 in
                 all
                 such
                 things
              
               
                 As
                 it
                 doth
                 bre●d
                 and
                 nourish
                 .
                 The
                 place
                 of
                 H●ll
              
               
                 Is
                 in
                 his
                 wombe
                 ,
                 there
                 lesser
                 deuils
                 dwell
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 he
                 stirres
                 a
                 limme
                 ,
                 or
                 break●th
                 winde
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 call
                 't
                 an
                 earth-quake
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 danger
                 finde
                 .
              
               
                 Kings
                 ,
                 Emperours
                 ,
                 and
                 mighty
                 m●n
                 that
                 tread
              
               
                 In
                 ●ighest
                 state
                 ,
                 are
                 l●ce
                 vpon
                 his
                 head
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Pope
                 and
                 all
                 his
                 traine
                 are
                 skipping
                 ●leas
              
               
                 That
                 know
                 no
                 bounds
                 ,
                 but
                 l●ape
                 lands-law
                 and
                 seas●
              
               
                 The
                 r●st
                 are
                 nits
                 or
                 body-lyc●
                 ,
                 that
                 craule
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 his
                 sweat
                 ,
                 s●ch
                 vermin
                 are
                 we
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 heauen
                 this
                 monster
                 fell
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 doth
                 lye
              
               
                 Bruzde
                 with
                 the
                 fall
                 ,
                 past
                 all
                 recouery
                 .
              
               
                 Neither
                 aliue
                 ,
                 nor
                 dead
                 ,
                 nor
                 whole
                 ,
                 nor
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 Sinking
                 ,
                 and
                 swimming
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 sea
                 profound
              
               
                 Of
                 sinn●
                 ,
                 and
                 punishment
                 ,
                 of
                 paine
                 ,
                 and
                 terror
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 learn●d
                 ignorance
                 ,
                 and
                 knowing
                 error
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 wonder
                 then
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 who
                 liu●
                 and
                 dye
              
               
                 On
                 curs●d
                 earth
                 ,
                 do
                 all
                 things
                 thus
                 awry
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 monstrous
                 in
                 our
                 mann●rs
                 ,
                 and
                 our
                 minds
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 mixing
                 in
                 the
                 lust-full
                 change
                 of
                 kinds
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 are
                 full
                 of
                 passions
                 ,
                 doubts
                 ,
                 and
                 feares
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 daily
                 f●ll
                 together
                 by
                 the
                 eares
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 wonder
                 that
                 the
                 Cl●rgie
                 would
                 be
                 Kings
                 ,
              
               
                 Kings
                 Church-men
                 ;
                 Lords
                 and
                 Ladies
                 equall
                 things
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 like
                 in
                 painting
                 ,
                 spotting
                 ,
                 starching
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Ladies
                 Lo●ds
                 ,
                 and
                 Lords
                 we
                 Madams
                 call
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 euen
                 as
                 Hares
                 change
                 shape
                 and
                 sex
                 ,
                 some
                 s●y
              
               
                 Once
                 ●uery
                 yeare
                 ;
                 these
                 whores
                 do
                 eu●ry
                 day
                 ,
              
               
               
                 So
                 that
                 Hirquittall
                 and
                 his
                 wife
                 were
                 waken
              
               
                 By
                 Succubus
                 and
                 Incubus
                 ,
                 mistaken
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 wonder
                 that
                 Diuines
                 the
                 Parasites
                 play
              
               
                 In
                 ieast
                 and
                 earnest
                 ;
                 Actors
                 euery
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 wond●r
                 that
                 some
                 the●ues
                 doe
                 Lawyers
                 proue
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 all
                 these
                 euils
                 by
                 course
                 of
                 nature
                 moue
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 f●rre
                 ;
                 that
                 it
                 is
                 question●d
                 '
                 mongst
                 the
                 wise
              
               
                 Which
                 now
                 is
                 vertue
                 ,
                 and
                 which
                 now
                 is
                 vice
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Two
                 Croo●backs
                 (
                 not
                 the
                 third
                 
                   Dick
                   Gloster
                
                 ,
                 hight
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 will
                 haue
                 none
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 for
                 he
                 would
                 fight
                 )
              
               
                 Debate
                 this
                 question
                 ,
                 each
                 assumes
                 his
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 Aesope
                 for
                 vertue
                 stands
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 his
                 art
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 to
                 instruct
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 leaue
                 the
                 sinne
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 folly
                 ,
                 which
                 it
                 lyes
                 incompast
                 in
                 ;
              
               
                 We●ps
                 to
                 behold
                 it
                 circled
                 so
                 with
                 vices
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 serpentine
                 and
                 poysond
                 sting
                 ,
                 intic●s
              
               
                 To
                 f●ding
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 deadly
                 paine
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 vse
                 soone
                 caught
                 ,
                 but
                 hardly
                 left
                 again●
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 wries
                 his
                 necke
                 at
                 earth
                 ;
                 but
                 't
                 is
                 to
                 see
              
               
                 How
                 out
                 of
                 order
                 euery
                 part
                 will
                 bee
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 wills
                 each
                 R●●der
                 if
                 my
                 tales
                 be
                 darke
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 iudge
                 the
                 best
                 ,
                 the
                 morall
                 still
                 to
                 marke
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 w●ere
                 they
                 finde
                 a
                 doubtfull
                 meaning
                 ,
                 there
              
               
                 To
                 hold
                 an
                 eu●n
                 course
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 compass●
                 stere
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 where
                 strict
                 rigor
                 might
                 inforce
                 a
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 T●incline
                 to
                 ●auour
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 helpe
                 me
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 On
                 th'
                 other
                 side
                 doth
                 learned
                 ●ort●s
                 stand
              
               
                 Concomitant
                 ,
                 and
                 beares
                 the
                 world
                 in
                 hand
              
               
                 That
                 Aesope
                 and
                 some
                 Stigmaticks
                 beside
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 In
                 shape
                 and
                 wit
                 )
                 did
                 call
                 well-fauour'd
                 Pride
              
               
                 A
                 vice
                 ,
                 because
                 themselues
                 were
                 so
                 deform'd
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 euery
                 pleasure
                 they
                 with
                 malice
                 storm'd
                 ;
              
               
               
                 But
                 wiser
                 much
                 ,
                 he
                 doth
                 with
                 better
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 equall
                 wit
                 ,
                 worth
                 ,
                 knowledge
                 (
                 but
                 lesse
                 grace
                 )
              
               
                 Confront
                 such
                 fond
                 assertions
                 ,
                 lookes
                 awry
              
               
                 On
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 of
                 vertue
                 ,
                 giues
                 the
                 lye
              
               
                 To
                 iudgement
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 crooked
                 minde
                 and
                 backe
              
               
                 (
                 T●●●sites-like
                 )
                 vnloades
                 this
                 learned
                 packe
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 teacheth
                 first
                 that
                 Aesope
                 was
                 a
                 slaue
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 But
                 Man
                 's
                 free
                 borne
                 ,
                 and
                 freedome
                 ought
                 to
                 haue
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 To
                 worke
                 h●s
                 owne
                 good
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 fayre
                 content
                 ;
              
               
                 "
                 Who
                 liues
                 not
                 thus
                 ,
                 hath
                 his
                 whole
                 life
                 mis-spent
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 rule
                 he
                 followes
                 ,
                 and
                 laies
                 violent
                 hands
              
               
                 On
                 all
                 ;
                 that
                 his
                 pride
                 ,
                 lust
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 ,
                 with-stands
                 .
              
               
                 Calls
                 his
                 affection
                 reason
                 ;
                 his
                 desire
              
               
                 And
                 appetite
                 ,
                 sets
                 all
                 his
                 world
                 on
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 childe
                 ,
                 his
                 wife
                 ,
                 his
                 neighbour
                 ,
                 or
                 his
                 friend
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 for
                 his
                 pleasure
                 lou'd
                 ;
                 without
                 that
                 end
              
               
                 No
                 King
                 ,
                 no
                 great
                 Lord
                 ,
                 can
                 forget
                 so
                 soone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 slight
                 d●sert
                 ;
                 as
                 he
                 hath
                 often
                 done
                 .
              
               
                 Bastards
                 are
                 true
                 legitimates
                 ,
                 he
                 ●aith
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 enemies
                 then
                 fri●nds
                 ,
                 haue
                 far
                 more
                 faith
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 n●ighbors
                 are
                 most
                 strangers
                 ,
                 and
                 before
              
               
                 A
                 modest
                 wife
                 ,
                 he
                 likes
                 a
                 shamel●sse
                 whore
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 many
                 whores
                 (
                 he
                 ●aith
                 )
                 he
                 often
                 kept
              
               
                 Without
                 disturbance
                 ;
                 but
                 one
                 night
                 ,
                 hauing
                 slept
              
               
                 In
                 twenty
                 yeares
                 with
                 his
                 true
                 wife
                 ,
                 th'
                 assault
              
               
                 Of
                 many
                 Sumners
                 did
                 correct
                 the
                 fault
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 we
                 terme
                 cowardice
                 ,
                 he
                 doth
                 valure
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 that
                 valure
                 he
                 exceedeth
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 An
                 oyster-wife
                 once
                 beat
                 him
                 ;
                 brauely
                 hee
              
               
                 Bore
                 all
                 her
                 blowes
                 ,
                 but
                 wanted
                 heart
                 to
                 ●lec
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 will
                 on
                 Sundaies
                 with
                 an
                 Abbot
                 dine
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 Frydaies
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 brother
                 Libert●ne
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 euery
                 day
                 drinke
                 health
                 's
                 vp
                 to
                 the
                 eye
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 treads
                 not
                 right
                 vnlesse
                 he
                 treads
                 awry
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Maa
                 of
                 sinne
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 more
                 free
              
               
                 In
                 doing
                 all
                 forbidd●n
                 sinnes
                 then
                 hee
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 he
                 spea●es
                 or
                 te●cheth
                 ,
                 writes
                 or
                 reads
                 ,
              
               
                 Only
                 speaks
                 p●easu●e
                 ,
                 aud
                 to
                 pleasure
                 leads
                 .
              
               
                 Had
                 d
                 Ner●'●
                 froward
                 Tutor
                 too
                 precise
                 )
              
               
                 Been
                 like
                 our
                 Philo●●rch●●
                 ,
                 ple●sure
                 wise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 pliant
                 to
                 all
                 humors
                 but
                 the
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 with
                 ●ur●●ts
                 dyd'e
                 ,
                 not
                 lac●e
                 of
                 blood●
              
               
                 Learn'd
                 A●●tine
                 he
                 reads
                 ,
                 and
                 can
                 expound
              
               
                 His
                 modest
                 pictures
                 with
                 a
                 touch
                 profound
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 part
                 is
                 his
                 of
                 ●uery
                 tongue
                 ,
                 and
                 ar●e
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 stricter
                 Ia●●●●
                 tremble
                 at
                 ,
                 and
                 starte
              
               
                 To
                 hear●
                 recited
                 .
                 This
                 ,
                 this
                 man
                 is
                 h●e
              
               
                 Who
                 on
                 the
                 forefront
                 you
                 with
                 Ae●ope
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 Ae●op●
                 that
                 loo●es
                 awry
                 on
                 all
                 m●ns
                 vice
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 on
                 vertue
                 casteth
                 scornefull
                 eyes
                 .
              
               
                 Ae●ope
                 m●kes
                 birds
                 ,
                 beasts
                 ,
                 fishes
                 ,
                 sp●ake
                 and
                 liue
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 t●eir
                 liues
                 should
                 M●n
                 example
                 giue
              
               
                 To
                 pr●ctis●
                 vertu●
                 .
                 This
                 (
                 with
                 apt
                 beheasts
                 )
              
               
                 Doth
                 teach
                 all
                 men
                 how
                 to
                 becom●
                 li●e
                 beasts
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 〈◊〉
                 w●ose
                 life
                 these
                 creatures
                 m●st
                 res●mble
              
               
                 Comesn●●rest
                 tru●●
                 ,
                 and
                 s●
                 doth
                 lea●●
                 di●●emble●
              
               
                 Th●t
                 Nature
                 is
                 the
                 best
                 g●ide
                 ,
                 if
                 w●
                 pl●●se
              
               
                 To
                 follow
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 we
                 must
                 ●ollow
                 〈◊〉
              
               
                 For
                 these
                 obser●●
                 her
                 rules
                 ,
                 and
                 are
                 not
                 spoyl'd
              
               
                 By
                 arte
                 ,
                 nor
                 haue
                 their
                 able
                 organ●
                 foyl'd
              
               
                 With
                 abstinence
                 and
                 lac●e
                 of
                 vse
                 ,
                 but
                 still
              
               
                 Dir●cted
                 are
                 by
                 appetite
                 and
                 will.
              
               
                 e
                 In
                 Kings
                 he
                 would
                 no
                 other
                 vertue
                 see
              
               
                 Then
                 what
                 in
                 Lyons
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 Eagles
                 b●e
                 :
              
               
               
                 To
                 prey
                 on
                 all
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 their
                 will
                 a
                 law
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 tyr●nnize
                 ,
                 to
                 rule
                 by
                 force
                 and
                 awe
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 feare
                 no
                 higher
                 powers
                 ,
                 to
                 do
                 no
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 liue
                 to
                 gl●t
                 themselues
                 with
                 guiltl●sse
                 blood
                 .
              
               
                 Courtiers
                 he
                 would
                 h●ue
                 fas●ion'd
                 like
                 to
                 apes
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 fond
                 their
                 gestures
                 ,
                 so
                 d●formde
                 t●eir
                 shapes
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 full
                 of
                 idle
                 imitation
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 scorne
                 in
                 them
                 ,
                 our
                 stages
                 might
                 confound
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 should
                 starch
                 &
                 paint
                 white
                 ,
                 red
                 ,
                 blew
                 ,
                 yellow
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 all
                 blacke
                 ,
                 that
                 other
                 fooles
                 might
                 follow
                 .
              
               
                 Diuines
                 of
                 Owl●s
                 he
                 would
                 haue
                 learne
                 to
                 shrieke
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 they
                 hated
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 did
                 like
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 hauing
                 got
                 a
                 tree
                 and
                 Iuy
                 bush
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 then
                 would
                 haue
                 them
                 mute
                 ,
                 and
                 dumbe
                 ,
                 and
                 hush
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 serue
                 all
                 purposes
                 ,
                 to
                 hate
                 the
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 prooue
                 right
                 Blackbirds
                 ,
                 childr●n
                 of
                 the
                 night
                 .
              
               
                 Men
                 that
                 want
                 wit
                 ,
                 yet
                 haue
                 great
                 place
                 in
                 State
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 woul●
                 haue
                 like
                 to
                 Parrots
                 ,
                 learne
                 to
                 prate
              
               
                 Of
                 others
                 ,
                 till
                 with
                 Almonds
                 they
                 w●re
                 fed
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 rest
                 lik●
                 Foxes
                 he
                 would
                 still
                 haue
                 bred
              
               
                 Clos●
                 ,
                 cr●ftie
                 ,
                 indir●ct
                 ,
                 to
                 get
                 by
                 stealth
              
               
                 The
                 goods
                 both
                 of
                 the
                 Church
                 and
                 Common-wealth
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 sub●ects
                 and
                 inferiors
                 he
                 would
                 haue
              
               
                 Thems●lues
                 like
                 G●●●e
                 ,
                 and
                 Asses
                 to
                 behaue
                 .
              
               
                 Rich
                 men
                 and
                 ●●●rers
                 to
                 swallow
                 all
              
               
                 Dir●cted
                 by
                 the
                 Dolphine
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Wh●le
                 .
              
               
                 f
                 All
                 m●n
                 like
                 Dogs
                 to
                 flatter
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 bite
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 mi●int●rpret
                 what
                 we
                 speake
                 or
                 write
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 wills
                 all
                 those
                 that
                 on
                 my
                 payers
                 looke
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 each
                 line
                 a
                 libell
                 in
                 my
                 booke
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 poyson
                 with
                 their
                 eyes
                 what●'ere
                 they
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 themselues
                 sport
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 worke
                 for
                 me
                 .
              
               
               
                 Not
                 to
                 beleeue
                 the
                 morall
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 seeke
              
               
                 Another
                 meaning
                 whatsoe're
                 they
                 like
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 call
                 it
                 mine
                 ;
                 and
                 sweare
                 I
                 meant
                 the
                 same
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 I
                 would
                 not
                 persons
                 plainly
                 name
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 he
                 wils
                 them
                 laugh
                 to
                 seeke
                 the
                 ieast
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Anothers
                 mischiefe
                 ,
                 makes
                 a
                 merry
                 feast
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 Doctor
                 is
                 our
                 Ages
                 guide
                 and
                 Tutor
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 world
                 his
                 Schoole
                 ,
                 the
                 flesh
                 his
                 Coadiutor
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 wonder
                 then
                 if
                 we
                 liue
                 all
                 awry
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 on
                 our
                 Master
                 we
                 cast
                 steady
                 eye
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 g
                 ●
                 Alex●nder●
                 necke
                 can
                 teach
                 vs
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 The
                 Schoole
                 and
                 Court
                 by
                 greatnes
                 fashio●'d
                 is
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 our
                 great
                 Masters
                 crookednesse
                 is
                 spide
              
               
                 In
                 vs
                 his
                 followers
                 ,
                 who
                 no
                 good
                 parts
                 hide
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 hath
                 learn'd
                 vs
                 ,
                 but
                 proclaime
                 aloud
              
               
                 The
                 cause
                 which
                 makes
                 our
                 vertuous
                 Tutor
                 proud
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 seeke
                 his
                 name
                 ,
                 and
                 list
                 to
                 come
              
               
                 To
                 schoole
                 ,
                 enquire
                 for
                 M●rus
                 &
                 Antrum
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               SVPPLY
               OF
               THE
               description
               of
               *
               MONSIER
               PANDORSVS
               WALDOLYNNATVS
               ,
               that
               merry
               American
               Philosopher
               ,
               or
               the
               Wiseman
               of
               the
               New
               World
               ;
               being
               Antipode
               to
               Aesop
               ,
               placed
               with
               him
               as
               parallel
               in
               the
               front
               .
               Done
               according
               to
               the
               simple
               truth
               of
               his
               owne
               naked
               deliuery
               .
            
             
               And
               dedicated
               to
               THOMAS
               THVRSBY
               Esquire
               ,
               no
               lesse
               fit
               to
               be
               publicke
               ,
               then
               desirous
               of
               retirement
               and
               priuacie
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   YOV
                   shun
                   all
                   office
                   ,
                   though
                   your
                   state
                   and
                   wit
                
                 
                   With
                   long
                   experience
                   makes
                   you
                   truly
                   fit
                   ;
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   Pandorsus
                   wils
                   me
                   pricke
                   you
                   heere
                
                 
                   Shriefe
                   in
                   my
                   booke
                   ,
                   who
                   might
                   be
                   in
                   the
                   Sheere
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 AS
                 the
                 East
                 and
                 West
                 are
                 opposite
                 ,
                 so
                 stand
              
               
                 These
                 Wise-●en
                 in
                 the
                 front
                 on
                 either
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 Aesope
                 well
                 known
                 an
                 Easterne
                 witty
                 thing
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 our
                 
                   Pandorsus
                   Westerne
                   fame
                
                 I
                 sing
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 picture
                 in
                 the
                 Front
                 ,
                 whose
                 markes
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 Behinde
                 ,
                 within
                 ,
                 without
                 ,
                 I
                 late
                 did
                 score
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 lest
                 that
                 picture
                 ,
                 nor
                 these
                 markes
                 ,
                 should
                 make
              
               
                 His
                 worth
                 enough
                 apparant
                 ,
                 briefely
                 take
              
               
               
               
               
               
               
                 His
                 life
                 anatomiz'de
                 ,
                 but
                 chiefly
                 where
              
               
                 It
                 may
                 our
                 sucklings
                 with
                 example
                 rer●
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 lines
                 are
                 drawne
                 euen
                 by
                 his
                 owne
                 true
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 partiall
                 flattery
                 free
                 ,
                 and
                 enuious
                 spight
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Within
                 that
                 S●i●re
                 where
                 Hyndes
                 with
                 dumplings
                 fed
                 ,
              
               
                 Beget
                 best
                 Lawyers
                 ,
                 was
                 Pandors●s
                 bread
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 for
                 his
                 P●r●nts
                 were
                 of
                 better
                 ranke
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 a
                 
                   Co●ste
                   Town●
                
                 dwelt
                 ,
                 they
                 Clarret
                 dranke
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wrie-mouth'd
                 
                   Pl●i●●
                   br●ts
                   butts●
                
                 and
                 〈◊〉
                 did
                 eate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 crooked
                 Crabs
                 with
                 such
                 prodigious
                 mea●e
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 for
                 a
                 wonder
                 they
                 prepar●d
                 in
                 feeding
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 he
                 prou'd
                 ,
                 who
                 from
                 that
                 root●
                 had
                 breeding
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 no
                 
                   P●n
                   lora
                
                 yet
                 P●ndorsus
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 vice
                 as
                 famous
                 ,
                 as
                 for
                 vertu●
                 shee
                 .
              
               
                 Each
                 God
                 gaue
                 her
                 a
                 grace
                 ,
                 and
                 g●ue
                 so
                 much
              
               
                 As
                 more
                 then
                 Momus
                 thought
                 there
                 was
                 no
                 such
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 to
                 her
                 they
                 gaue
                 ,
                 from
                 him
                 they
                 tooke
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 in
                 vaine
                 for
                 grace
                 in
                 earth
                 we
                 looke
                 .
              
               
                 Looke
                 for
                 effects
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 cause
                 :
              
               
                 "
                 Our
                 childrens
                 faults
                 a●e
                 moulded
                 in
                 our
                 mawes
                 .
              
               
                 T●is
                 salt-water-daintie
                 diet
                 f●d
              
               
                 The
                 parts
                 concupiscible
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 bred
              
               
                 An
                 itching
                 humor
                 ,
                 whence
                 extracted
                 was
              
               
                 This
                 quint
                 essence
                 of
                 contraries
                 ,
                 this
                 masse
              
               
                 Of
                 Natures
                 shreds
                 and
                 parcels
                 ,
                 who
                 partakes
              
               
                 A
                 part
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 which
                 imperf●ction
                 makes
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Foxes
                 brain●s
                 ,
                 knowing
                 m●ch
                 wrong
                 ,
                 no
                 right
                 ;
              
               
                 Gote-bearded
                 ,
                 sweete-fac'd
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 Catamite
                 ;
              
               
                 Toung'de
                 Lawyer-like
                 ,
                 all
                 terme
                 without
                 vacation
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 Baboon●s
                 loyn●s
                 ,
                 desiring
                 occupation
                 ;
              
               
                 Crumpe-Cammell-shoulder'd
                 ,
                 neckt
                 as
                 straight
                 as
                 ●ynx
                 ,
              
               
                 One
                 eye
                 like
                 to
                 a
                 Moll
                 's
                 ,
                 t'other
                 like
                 Lynx
                 ;
              
               
               
                 A
                 Lyons
                 stomack
                 ;
                 not
                 to
                 fight
                 but
                 feede
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 Hare
                 in
                 heart
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 a
                 Snaile
                 in
                 speede
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 man
                 whom
                 we
                 Pandorsus
                 call
                 .
              
               
                 Whose
                 armes
                 or
                 Rebus
                 thus
                 we
                 blasen
                 shall
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Vpon
                 a
                 stat●ly
                 wall
                 
                   Saint
                   George
                
                 doth
                 ride
              
               
                 (
                 Wanting
                 a
                 horse
                 )
                 in
                 pompe
                 and
                 armed
                 pride
                 ;
              
               
                 Beneath
                 there
                 is
                 a
                 Den
                 ,
                 in
                 that
                 the
                 Dragon
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 tells
                 his
                 name
                 ,
                 whose
                 worthy
                 parts
                 we
                 brag
                 on
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 his
                 owne
                 deuice
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 men
                 know
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 is
                 the
                 rest
                 which
                 we
                 in
                 order
                 show
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 Mothers
                 Husband
                 (
                 who
                 reputed
                 was
              
               
                 His
                 Father
                 )
                 being
                 rich
                 and
                 well
                 to
                 passe
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 wealthy
                 Merchant
                 and
                 an
                 Alderman
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 forraigne
                 shores
                 did
                 trau●ll
                 now
                 and
                 than
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 whilst
                 a
                 Gallant
                 Souldier
                 ,
                 new
                 come
                 forth
              
               
                 From
                 warre
                 b●got
                 this
                 man
                 of
                 mickle
                 worth
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 gallant
                 Souldier
                 ,
                 then
                 from
                 ●Belgia
                 brought
              
               
                 A
                 wondrous
                 Mandrake
                 (
                 with
                 much
                 perill
                 bought
                 )
              
               
                 Sprung
                 (
                 though
                 some
                 thin●e
                 it
                 fabulous
                 )
                 from
                 seed
              
               
                 The
                 gallow●s
                 drop
                 (
                 for
                 so
                 this
                 roote
                 doth
                 breed
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Which
                 whilst
                 his
                 mother
                 did
                 in
                 pl●asure
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 Mo●nsurs
                 shape
                 ,
                 she
                 did
                 conc●iue
                 thereby
                 .
              
               
                 Much
                 like
                 that
                 Mandrake
                 ,
                 writ●en
                 ,
                 turning
                 round
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 from
                 the
                 gallow●s
                 he
                 had
                 dropt
                 to
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 l●t
                 no
                 dou●tfull
                 Reader
                 much
                 admire
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Myrmidon
                 should
                 be
                 Pandorsus
                 Syre
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 as
                 there
                 's
                 none
                 with
                 vs
                 get
                 brauer
                 men
              
               
                 Then
                 Lawyers
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 tender
                 Citizen
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 none
                 more
                 cowards
                 g●t
                 ,
                 then
                 those
                 which
                 are
              
               
                 Our
                 brauest
                 Spirits
                 ,
                 most
                 renownde
                 in
                 warre
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 cause
                 I
                 know
                 not
                 ,
                 or
                 I
                 list
                 not
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 so
                 it
                 often
                 falles
                 ,
                 and
                 heere
                 so
                 fell
                 .
              
               
               
                 None
                 bolder
                 then
                 Pandorsus
                 Syre
                 ,
                 then
                 he
              
               
                 None
                 fearefuller
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 he
                 needs
                 would
                 be
              
               
                 A
                 Souldier
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Muster-booke
                 he
                 fild
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 fought
                 with
                 none
                 ,
                 nor
                 ne're
                 saw
                 any
                 kild
                 .
              
               
                 Artemon
                 was
                 more
                 hardy
                 though
                 afraid
              
               
                 Of
                 his
                 owne
                 shadow
                 .
                 Wagers
                 haue
                 beene
                 laid
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 let
                 an
                 enemie
                 fart
                 ,
                 he
                 would
                 out-run
              
               
                 An
                 Irishman
                 ,
                 for
                 feare
                 t
                 'had
                 been
                 a
                 gun
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 learned
                 Spencer
                 maketh
                 harna'st
                 Feare
              
               
                 Afraid
                 the
                 clashing
                 of
                 his
                 armes
                 to
                 heare
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 apprehension
                 he
                 from
                 hence
                 did
                 gaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 Monsieur
                 did
                 ,
                 what
                 Spencer
                 did
                 but
                 faine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 stay
                 ,
                 I
                 haue
                 forgot
                 to
                 let
                 you
                 know
              
               
                 His
                 education
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 shew
                 you
                 how
              
               
                 (
                 Being
                 nusled
                 vp
                 in
                 Letters
                 )
                 he
                 in
                 sport
              
               
                 His
                 time
                 wore
                 out
                 at
                 Schoole
                 and
                 Innes
                 of
                 Court
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 so
                 as
                 once
                 a
                 Gipsie
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 looke
              
               
                 Vpon
                 his
                 Palme
                 ,
                 said
                 he
                 ,
                 should
                 liue
                 by
                 's
                 booke
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 fortune
                 some
                 conceiue
                 hath
                 doubtfull
                 scope
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 his
                 booke
                 should
                 saue
                 him
                 from
                 the
                 rope
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 since
                 he
                 proues
                 ,
                 it
                 meant
                 another
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 teaching
                 Tongues
                 ,
                 he
                 should
                 liue
                 like
                 a
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 he
                 now
                 doth
                 ,
                 liuing
                 as
                 he
                 lust
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 his
                 owne
                 will
                 measuring
                 what
                 is
                 iust
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 being
                 set
                 to
                 Schoole
                 when
                 he
                 was
                 young
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 of
                 all
                 knowledge
                 learn'd
                 both
                 taile
                 and
                 tongue
                 .
              
               
                 Th'
                 Italian
                 ,
                 Latin
                 ,
                 Spanish
                 
                   and
                   the
                
                 French
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 grew
                 as
                 cunning
                 in
                 ,
                 as
                 at
                 a
                 Wench
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Dictionary
                 of
                 all
                 words
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Lullies
                 old-ends
                 ,
                 he
                 hath
                 got
                 by
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 Th'
                 apparrell
                 of
                 all
                 knowledge
                 he
                 doth
                 weare
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 'bout
                 him
                 Bias-like
                 )
                 his
                 wealth
                 doth
                 beare
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 now
                 (
                 growne
                 ripe
                 )
                 he
                 doth
                 religion
                 choose
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 most
                 in
                 fashion
                 ,
                 as
                 our
                 great
                 ones
                 vse
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 otherwise
                 for
                 truth
                 hee
                 'le
                 neuer
                 burne
                 ,
              
               
                 Th'
                 aduantage
                 of
                 his
                 wry-necke
                 helps
                 him
                 turne
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 knowes
                 the
                 way
                 ,
                 and
                 wills
                 the
                 world
                 ne're
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 comming
                 raw
                 in
                 ,
                 hee
                 'le
                 go
                 rosted
                 out
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 youth
                 he
                 tooke
                 to
                 Wife
                 a
                 louely
                 Dame
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 hight
                 the
                 chast
                 Penelope
                 by
                 name
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 worthy
                 such
                 an
                 attribute
                 ,
                 for
                 shee
              
               
                 Her
                 wandring
                 loose
                 Vlisses
                 did
                 not
                 see
              
               
                 In
                 twenty
                 yeeres
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 t'
                 is
                 thought
                 her
                 bed
              
               
                 Shee
                 kept
                 vnstain'd
                 ,
                 and
                 vn-ad-horn'd
                 his
                 head
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 a
                 blessing
                 was
                 ,
                 he
                 thought
                 a
                 curse
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 wife
                 had
                 better
                 beene
                 ,
                 had
                 shee
                 been
                 worse
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 goodnesse
                 made
                 him
                 hate
                 her
                 ;
                 she
                 had
                 dide
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 a
                 dozen
                 must
                 be
                 kil'd
                 beside
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 knew
                 not
                 then
                 (
                 as
                 I
                 haue
                 heard
                 him
                 say
                 )
              
               
                 Th'
                 Italian
                 tricke
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 plaine
                 English
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 simple
                 Country
                 poysoning
                 ,
                 now
                 he
                 knowes
              
               
                 To
                 do
                 t
                 by
                 inches
                 ;
                 Court
                 perfection
                 growes
                 .
              
               
                 Lopus
                 and
                 Squire
                 ,
                 are
                 not
                 so
                 skil'd
                 as
                 hee
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 scarce
                 
                   Romes
                   Conclaue
                
                 in
                 that
                 mysterie
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 can
                 a
                 Nullitie
                 worke
                 ,
                 diuorce
                 the
                 life
              
               
                 Twixt
                 soule
                 and
                 body
                 ,
                 sooner
                 then
                 some
                 wife
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 his
                 ricke
                 be
                 knowne
                 ,
                 men
                 ne're
                 will
                 seeke
              
               
                 A
                 doubtfull
                 way
                 by
                 law
                 ,
                 but
                 do
                 the
                 like
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 His
                 wife
                 thus
                 scap'd
                 a
                 scouring
                 ,
                 so
                 did
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 being
                 merry
                 once
                 in
                 company
              
               
                 And
                 passing
                 Smith-field
                 (
                 then
                 vnpau'd
                 )
                 too
                 late
              
               
                 With
                 rich
                 Canary
                 hauing
                 linde
                 his
                 pate
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 owle-eyde
                 Sharkers
                 spi'd
                 him
                 ,
                 how
                 he
                 felt
              
               
                 To
                 finde
                 a
                 post
                 ;
                 his
                 meaning
                 soone
                 they
                 smelt
                 :
              
               
               
                 And
                 then
                 the
                 sturdiest
                 knaue
                 ,
                 with
                 sodain'd
                 rush
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 wauering
                 Monsieur
                 on
                 his
                 knees
                 did
                 push
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 whil'st
                 another
                 kindly
                 to
                 him
                 spoke
                 ;
              
               
                 Help't
                 him
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 durt
                 ,
                 and
                 chang'd
                 his
                 cloke
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 cloke
                 he
                 wore
                 next
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 passing
                 by
              
               
                 A
                 Brokers
                 shop
                 ,
                 the
                 prentice
                 lowde
                 gan
                 cry
              
               
                 Sirs
                 stop
                 the
                 theefe
                 ,
                 the
                 cloake
                 this
                 fellow
                 weares
              
               
                 Is
                 mine
                 :
                 with
                 that
                 they
                 swarm'd
                 about
                 his
                 eares
                 ,
              
               
                 Conuayde
                 him
                 to
                 a
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 where
                 one
                 swore
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 been
                 branded
                 stagmaticke
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 Another
                 said
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 the
                 man
                 that
                 hung
              
               
                 Three
                 dayes
                 beyond
                 Seas
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 ballad
                 sang
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 cause
                 why
                 he
                 his
                 necke
                 awry
                 ,
                 did
                 hold
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 for
                 he
                 hang'd
                 long
                 ,
                 and
                 was
                 ta'ne
                 downe
                 cold
              
               
                 But
                 to
                 the
                 Iustice
                 being
                 throughly
                 knowne
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 carrying
                 letters
                 where
                 't
                 must
                 not
                 be
                 showne
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 his
                 skill
                 ,
                 each
                 moderne
                 language
                 speaking
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wondrous
                 Art
                 ,
                 to
                 silence
                 doores
                 from
                 squeaking
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 losse
                 of
                 his
                 good
                 cloke
                 ,
                 he
                 slipt
                 the
                 hooke
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 he
                 once
                 was
                 saued
                 by
                 his
                 booke
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 farre
                 I
                 stretch
                 my
                 lines
                 ,
                 thus
                 farre
                 he
                 liues
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 more
                 I
                 'le
                 write
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 direction
                 giues
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 I
                 die
                 ,
                 these
                 lines
                 shall
                 be
                 the
                 glasse
              
               
                 His
                 worth
                 to
                 shew
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 I
                 thankfull
                 was
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               the
               ouer-wise
               ,
               ouer-wilfull
               ,
               ouer-curious
               ,
               or
               ouer-captious
               Readers
               .
            
             
               
                 I
                 Faine
                 would
                 tell
                 some
                 Tales
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 'de
                 be
                 loth
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 haue
                 men
                 be
                 so
                 wise
                 to
                 thinke
                 them
                 troth
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is●
                 wondrous
                 witty
                 age
                 that
                 sees
              
               
                 Beyond
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 things
                 ,
                 forty
                 degrees
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 Riddle
                 now
                 hath
                 Poyson
                 in
                 't
                 ;
                 each
                 Rime
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 blancke
                 Almanak
                 points
                 at
                 guilty
                 time
                 .
              
               
                 Aesope
                 must
                 mak
                 no
                 Lyons
                 roare
                 ,
                 nor
                 Eagles
              
               
                 Shrike
                 loude
                 ,
                 nor
                 wolues
                 r●●in
                 ,
                 nor
                 swift
                 Beagles
              
               
                 Yelpe
                 with
                 their
                 slauering
                 lips
                 after
                 the
                 Foxe
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 must
                 he
                 meddle
                 with
                 the
                 Asse
                 ,
                 or
                 Oxe
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 feare
                 some
                 querke
                 ●e
                 found
                 ,
                 to
                 proue
                 he
                 men●
              
               
                 Vnder
                 those
                 shapes
                 ,
                 a
                 priuate
                 spleene
                 to
                 vent
              
               
                 Against
                 wise
                 vigilant
                 Statists
                 ,
                 who
                 like
                 Ianus
                 ,
              
               
                 Looke
                 both
                 waies
                 squint
                 ,
                 and
                 both
                 waies
                 guard
                 and
                 sa●e
                 v●
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 that
                 he
                 closely
                 would
                 great
                 Lawyers
                 yerke
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 build
                 their
                 neasts
                 ,
                 with
                 ruines
                 of
                 the
                 kirke
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 that
                 he
                 toucht
                 some
                 Church-man
                 ,
                 who
                 to
                 rise
              
               
                 One
                 Steeples
                 height
                 ,
                 would
                 tell
                 Canonicall
                 lies
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Ghost
                 of
                 Virgils
                 Gnat
                 would
                 no●
                 sting
                 so●
              
               
                 That
                 great
                 men
                 durst
                 not
                 in
                 the
                 City
                 go
              
               
                 For
                 feare
                 of
                 petty-Chapmen
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 Serieant
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 a
                 sly
                 Yeoman
                 ,
                 noted
                 in
                 the
                 Marg●ant
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 Spencer
                 now
                 were
                 liuing
                 ,
                 to
                 report
              
               
                 His
                 
                   Mother
                   Hubberts
                
                 tale
                 ,
                 there
                 would
                 be
                 sport
                 :
              
               
               
                 To
                 see
                 him
                 in
                 a
                 blanket
                 tost
                 ,
                 and
                 mounted
              
               
                 Vp
                 to
                 the
                 starres
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 no
                 starre
                 acco●nted
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 dare
                 not
                 for
                 my
                 l●se
                 in
                 all
                 my
                 tale
                 ,
              
               
                 Vse
                 any
                 English
                 Bird
                 ,
                 Beast
                 ,
                 worme
                 ,
                 or
                 Snaile
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 fish
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 narrow
                 Seaes
                 do
                 trauell
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Al●hough
                 each
                 Pyrat
                 dares
                 )
                 le●t
                 some
                 should
                 cauell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 finde
                 it
                 did
                 belong
                 in
                 times
                 of
                 yore
              
               
                 To
                 some
                 blew
                 sleeue
                 ,
                 (
                 but
                 shall
                 do
                 so
                 no
                 more
                 )
              
               
                 Or
                 that
                 the
                 Maker
                 of
                 new
                 blood
                 ,
                 the
                 Marrold
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Cleped
                 in
                 our
                 w●lch-Scotch
                 and
                 English
                 Harrold
                 )
              
               
                 Had
                 (
                 too
                 too
                 cheape
                 )
                 for
                 fiue
                 pounds
                 it
                 entailed
              
               
                 On
                 some
                 bold
                 Britaine
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 warrant
                 nailed
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 him
                 and
                 to
                 his
                 house
                 ,
                 and
                 double
                 voucher
                 ,
              
               
                 Fine
                 and
                 recouery
                 ;
                 and
                 then
                 who
                 dare
                 touch
                 her
                 ?
              
               
                 Not
                 I
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 my
                 ease
                 too
                 well
                 ,
                 my
                 money
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 eare●
                 ,
                 my
                 liberty
                 ;
                 he
                 longs
                 for
                 hony
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 mo●gst
                 the
                 angry
                 Wh●spes
                 thrusts
                 his
                 bo'd
                 fingers
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 from
                 their
                 neas●s
                 in
                 Summer
                 ,
                 hunts
                 those
                 stingers
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 valour
                 is
                 lesse
                 hardy
                 ,
                 my
                 desire
              
               
                 Lesse
                 hot
                 I
                 le
                 bl●sse
                 and
                 blow
                 ,
                 not
                 kisse
                 the
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 Therefore
                 auant
                 all
                 ca●h●like
                 Lo●●sts
                 ,
                 ●●me
              
               
                 Into
                 my
                 tale
                 nothing
                 one
                 this
                 side
                 Rome
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 in
                 Virginia
                 ,
                 though
                 't
                 be
                 ours
                 by
                 lot
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 p●rhaps
                 it
                 may
                 ,
                 perchaun●'t
                 maynot
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 would
                 not●
                 if
                 it
                 lay
                 in
                 me
                 to
                 chuse
                 ,
              
               
                 Meddle
                 with
                 any
                 thing
                 we
                 Christians
                 vse
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 would
                 all
                 dealing
                 with
                 our
                 owne
                 eschew
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 other
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 elements
                 I
                 knew
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 since
                 that
                 Nature
                 doth
                 some
                 gifts
                 disperse
              
               
                 Alike
                 to
                 all
                 within
                 the
                 Vniuerse
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 a
                 cicular
                 globe
                 ,
                 tye
                 those
                 to
                 these
                 ;
              
               
                 Mixt
                 vs
                 ●n
                 common
                 with
                 th'
                 Antipodes
                 :
              
               
               
                 I
                 ca●not
                 choose
                 but
                 do
                 as
                 nature
                 doth
                 ,
              
               
                 Mixe
                 many
                 names
                 and
                 things
                 well
                 knowne
                 to
                 both
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 if
                 by
                 chance
                 I
                 vse
                 Bird
                 ,
                 Fish
                 ,
                 or
                 beast
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 no
                 daintie
                 at
                 a
                 Mayors
                 feast
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 oft
                 familiar
                 food
                 for
                 euery
                 Swaine
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 our
                 Countr●y
                 ,
                 Coast
                 ,
                 and
                 Wood
                 remaine
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 still
                 concei●●
                 (
                 I
                 pray
                 )
                 those
                 names
                 I
                 take
              
               
                 Not
                 properly
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 your
                 ignorance
                 sake
                 .
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 they
                 proper
                 be
                 ,
                 of
                 all
                 one
                 kinde
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 difference
                 in
                 their
                 place
                 of
                 birth
                 we
                 finde
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the●●
                 natures
                 .
                 For
                 though
                 man
                 be
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 sure
                 an
                 Indian
                 is
                 no
                 English
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 an
                 Indian
                 Asse
                 ,
                 or
                 `
                 Daw
                 ,
                 or
                 Trout
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 we
                 haue
                 such
                 ,
                 are
                 none
                 of
                 ours
                 no
                 doubt
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 would
                 we
                 wonder
                 here
                 ,
                 and
                 purses
                 pick●
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 none
                 but
                 trauellers
                 ●uer
                 s●y
                 the
                 like
                 .
              
               
                 Excuse
                 me
                 then
                 though
                 with
                 such
                 names
                 you
                 meete●
              
               
                 They
                 are
                 not
                 those
                 that
                 trauell
                 in
                 our
                 streete
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 forreiners
                 to
                 vs
                 and
                 to
                 our
                 Nation
                 ,
              
               
                 Except
                 by
                 trade
                 ,
                 commerce
                 ,
                 or
                 transplantation
              
               
                 Made
                 our
                 acquaintance
                 .
                 Hence
                 thou
                 subtile
                 spies
              
               
                 Streach
                 out
                 my
                 tailes
                 to
                 iustifie
                 your
                 lies
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 ought
                 beside
                 the
                 morall
                 you
                 in●ent
                 ,
              
               
                 Call
                 it
                 your
                 owne●
                 By
                 me'twas
                 neuer
                 ment
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 tale
                 shall
                 sort
                 all
                 Atheists
                 well
                 ,
                 and
                 be
              
               
                 Of
                 their
                 religion
                 ,
                 heathenish
                 and
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 shall
                 make
                 lust
                 a
                 Gospell
                 and
                 a
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Not
                 for
                 the
                 truth
                 )
                 but
                 to
                 keepe
                 fooles
                 in
                 awe
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 when
                 our
                 Gospell
                 or
                 else
                 Law
                 doth
                 thware
              
               
                 O
                 ur
                 willes
                 ,
                 we
                 then
                 may
                 neither
                 reck
                 a
                 f
                 —
                 .
              
               
                 Come
                 Ibis
                 ,
                 Lead
                 the
                 way
                 ;
                 eat
                 one
                 snake
                 more
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 my
                 fury
                 ;
                 vsher
                 on
                 before
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               1.
               
               IBIS
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               To
               the
               religious
               KNIGHT
               Sr
               EDMVND
               MONDEFORD
               ,
               and
               his
               Lady
               a
               true
               louer
               of
               LEARNING
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   
                   KNowledge
                   and
                   Grace
                   ,
                   are
                   antidotes
                   to
                   you
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   killing
                   Serpents
                   ,
                   do
                   not
                   Serpents
                   grow
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 EGYPT
                 opprest
                 with
                 Serpents
                 ,
                 either
                 growing
              
               
                 F●om
                 slimie
                 NILVS
                 fruitfull
                 ouerflowing
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 from
                 the
                 enuious
                 bankes
                 of
                 Tyber
                 sent
              
               
                 To
                 tell
                 what
                 farther
                 harme
                 the
                 Romans
                 ment
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 by
                 the
                 foggy
                 Southern
                 winds
                 brought
                 o're
              
               
                 From
                 sandy
                 Lybia
                 to
                 this
                 fertile
                 shore
                 :
              
               
                 Made
                 ●bis
                 Keeper
                 of
                 their
                 liues
                 and
                 states
                 ,
              
               
                 VVho
                 like
                 a
                 watchfull
                 Porter
                 ,
                 kept
                 the
                 gates
              
               
                 VVhere
                 this
                 infected
                 Crue
                 did
                 vse
                 to
                 enter
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 (
                 as
                 they
                 came
                 in
                 poysoned
                 troopes
                 )
                 did
                 venter
              
               
                 Mauger
                 their
                 sting
                 ,
                 and
                 teeth
                 ,
                 and
                 venome
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 swallow
                 th'
                 enuious
                 Aspes
                 with
                 small
                 adoe
                 .
              
               
               
                 So
                 long
                 shefed
                 ,
                 that
                 Egypt
                 now
                 seem'd
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 scarce
                 a
                 Serpent
                 in
                 the
                 land
                 could
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 But
                 ouer●f●eding
                 hurts●
                 as
                 some
                 men
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 ●hough
                 food
                 be
                 good
                 then
                 surf●t
                 soone
                 we
                 may
              
               
                 "
                 B●
                 poyson●d
                 bits
                 .
                 And
                 Ibis
                 found
                 it
                 true
                 .
                 
              
               
                 So
                 that
                 her
                 glutted
                 gorge
                 sh●e's
                 ●orc't
                 to
                 spue
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 noysome
                 stinke
                 wher●
                 of
                 inf●ct●d
                 more
              
               
                 Then
                 by
                 these
                 Serpents
                 had
                 bin
                 stung
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Ibis
                 selfe
                 (
                 corrupted
                 with
                 the
                 food
                 )
              
               
                 Grew
                 Serpentine
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 more
                 harme
                 then
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 Shee
                 ke●ps
                 no
                 ●ntrance
                 now
                 ,
                 but
                 lets
                 them
                 passe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 their
                 faction
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 treason
                 ,
                 was
              
               
                 A
                 cunning
                 aider
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 close
                 contriuer
                 ;
              
               
                 Al-gate
                 Shee
                 se●m'd
                 a
                 diligent
                 ,
                 faithfull
                 ,
                 diuer
              
               
                 Into
                 their
                 darker
                 holes
                 to
                 search
                 them
                 out
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 truth
                 it
                 was
                 to
                 put
                 them
                 out
                 of
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Shee
                 their
                 friend
                 ,
                 they
                 need
                 not
                 feare
                 a
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 might
                 at
                 pleasure
                 through
                 the
                 kingdome
                 goe
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhilst
                 all
                 neglect●d
                 their
                 increase
                 ,
                 supposing
                 ,
              
               
                 Ibis
                 their
                 trusty
                 warden
                 ,
                 had
                 been
                 closing
              
               
                 The
                 lands
                 strong
                 Ports
                 ,
                 with
                 skill
                 to
                 keepe
                 thesein
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 others
                 out
                 ,
                 till
                 all
                 had
                 eaten
                 bin
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 she
                 had
                 other
                 aimes
                 ,
                 and
                 vnder
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 Plac'd
                 Cockat●ices
                 all
                 about
                 the
                 land
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 as
                 these
                 (
                 who
                 kin
                 to
                 serpents
                 were
                 )
              
               
                 Did
                 she
                 make
                 Captains
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 place
                 preferre
                 
              
               
                 Of
                 chiefe
                 command
                 in
                 warre
                 :
                 with
                 hope
                 to
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Basiliske
                 to
                 be
                 th'
                 Egyptian
                 king
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Basiliske
                 that
                 at
                 the
                 head
                 of
                 Nile
                 ,
              
               
                 VVith
                 deadly
                 poyson
                 doth
                 the
                 spring
                 defile
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Ibis
                 faild
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 betraide
                 their
                 trust
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 or
                 die
                 themselues
                 ,
                 or
                 kill
                 they
                 must
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 scarc●
                 was
                 't
                 in
                 their
                 choice
                 .
                 Such
                 quick
                 increase
              
               
                 "
                 Hath
                 bad
                 things
                 more
                 then
                 good
                 ,
                 in
                 time
                 of
                 peace
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 the
                 Egyptians
                 from
                 securer
                 sleepe
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 foolish
                 pitty
                 ,
                 and
                 remisnesse
                 deepe
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 fond
                 c●edulity
                 ,
                 and
                 easie
                 faith
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 aw●k't
                 ,
                 wha●s'euer
                 Ibis
                 saith
                 ,
              
               
                 Suspects
                 of
                 ●r●ud
                 ,
                 of
                 double-meaning
                 ,
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 qui●ke
                 search
                 do
                 finde
                 the
                 treason
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 Whic●
                 Ibis●eeing
                 ●eeing
                 to
                 be
                 past
                 preuention
                 ,
              
               
                 Past
                 skill
                 ●o
                 cloke
                 and
                 coner
                 with
                 inuention
                 :
              
               
                 With
                 ●alice
                 ,
                 enuie
                 ,
                 feare
                 ,
                 and
                 horror
                 swelling
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 poyson
                 in
                 her
                 bosome
                 dwelling
                 ,
              
               
                 Shee
                 burst
                 asunder
                 ,
                 and
                 pre●eut●
                 the
                 paine
              
               
                 Her
                 cri●e
                 de●er●'d
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 the
                 shame
                 and
                 staine
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 the
                 E●●ptians
                 left
                 for
                 a●ter
                 tim●s
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 reade
                 and
                 wonder
                 at
                 in
                 these
                 few
                 rimes
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Whom
                 nature
                 made
                 good
                 ,
                 custome
                 made
                 vniust
                 ;
              
               
                 We
                 tr●sted
                 Ibis
                 ,
                 but
                 shee
                 faild
                 our
                 trust
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 Reason
                 rule
                 ,
                 and
                 Reason
                 thus
                 exhorts
                 ,
              
               
                 ●Make
                 not
                 your
                 will
                 wardon
                 of
                 your
                 Cinque
                 Ports
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 
                 PLutarch
                 in
                 the
                 life
                 of
                 Alexander
                 the
                 Great
                 ,
                 writes
                 of
                 a
                 Woman
                 brought
                 to
                 a
                 Serpentine
                 and
                 poysonous
                 natur●
                 ,
                 by
                 feeding
                 ordinarily
                 on
                 Serpents
                 .
                 This
                 hath
                 so●e
                 r●s●mblance
                 with
                 this
                 tale
                 ,
                 whose
                 Morall
                 is●
                 that
                 man
                 should
                 carefully
                 ,
                 guard
                 himselfe
                 from
                 others
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 himselfe
                 :
                 From
                 others
                 ,
                 because
                 though
                 we
                 come
                 neere
                 sin
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 purpose
                 to
                 punish
                 it
                 ;
                 yet
                 being
                 full
                 of
                 contagion
                 ,
                 the
                 effect
                 is
                 hazardous
                 :
                 
                 much
                 more
                 when
                 wee
                 conuerse
                 with
                 it
                 daily
                 ;
                 as
                 they
                 witnesse
                 ,
                 who
                 keeping
                 company
                 with
                 prophane
                 ,
                 dissolute
                 ,
                 and
                 blasphemou●
                 persons
                 ,
                 doe
                 often
                 come
                 out
                 such
                 themselues
                 ,
                 seldome
                 otherwise
                 .
                 Beware
                 therefor●
                 of
                 euill
                 company
                 ,
                 and
                 euill
                 custome
                 .
                 
                 To
                 walke
                 in
                 the
                 counseil
                 of
                 the
                 wicked
                 ,
                 leads
                 you
                 to
                 stand
                 in
                 the
                 way
                 of
                 sinners
                 ,
                 and
                 caus●th
                 you
                 to
                 sit
                 in
                 the
                 seate
                 of
                 scorners
                 .
                 To
                 conuerse
                 with
                 Hereticks
                 vnder
                 whatsoeuer
                 pretence
                 is
                 dangerous
                 .
                 Thus
                 therefore
                 guard
                 your selfe
                 from
                 outward
                 inuasion
                 ,
                 from
                 others
                 ;
                 but
                 keepe
                 one
                 eye
                 to
                 looke
                 inward
                 .
                 The
                 worst
                 company
                 is
                 at
                 home
                 ,
                 within
                 a
                 mans
                 selfe
                 .
                 His
                 senses
                 stirred
                 vp
                 to
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 are
                 so
                 many
                 Serpents
                 in
                 his
                 bosome
                 ,
                 seeking
                 his
                 destruction
                 :
                 neither
                 will
                 they
                 easily
                 bee
                 charmed
                 .
                 The
                 sting
                 of
                 sinne
                 is
                 sweet
                 ,
                 but
                 deadly●
                 Set
                 your
                 vnsanctified
                 app●tite
                 and
                 will
                 to
                 gouerne
                 these
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 are
                 vndone
                 .
                 The
                 flesh
                 will
                 let
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 and
                 the
                 deuill
                 ,
                 in
                 stead
                 of
                 God
                 and
                 Heauen
                 .
                 But
                 let
                 your
                 sanctified
                 Reason
                 bee
                 your
                 gouernour
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 are
                 safe
                 at
                 home
                 and
                 abroad
                 .
                 
                   Mortifie
                   therefore
                
                 
                 
                   your
                   members
                   which
                   are
                   on
                   the
                   earth
                   ;
                   fornication
                   ,
                   vncleannesse
                   ,
                   the
                   inordinate
                   aff●ction
                   ,
                   euill
                   concupiscence
                   ,
                   and
                   couetousnesse
                   ,
                   which
                   is
                   Idolatry
                   ,
                
                 &c.
                 
                 The
                 place
                 of
                 greatest
                 danger
                 where
                 your
                 foe
                 may
                 land
                 and
                 enter
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 Cinque-ports
                 ,
                 the
                 fiue
                 senses
                 :
                 watch
                 therefore
                 ouer
                 these
                 ,
                 and
                 ouer
                 our
                 affections
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 are
                 safe
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               2.
               
               Venaticum
               Iter.
               
            
             
               Dedicated
               
                 To
                 the
                 example
                 of
                 Temperance
              
               ,
               Sr
               HENRY
               BEDINGFEILD
               Knight
               ,
               and
               to
               his
               LADY
               the
               example
               of
               Loue.
               
            
             
               
                 
                   You
                   hunting
                   loue
                   ,
                   your
                   fields
                   are
                   spread
                   with
                   sheepe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Looke
                   that
                   your
                   hounds
                   ,
                   your
                   folds
                   from
                   foxes
                   keepe
                   .
                
                 
                   Foxes
                   and
                   Wolues
                   in
                   sheepskins
                   range
                   about
                   :
                
                 
                   Within
                   ●pinions
                   ;
                   Parasites
                   without
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 TH'
                 Egyptian
                 Shepheard
                 arm'd
                 at
                 all
                 assayes
              
               
                 With
                 Dogs
                 and
                 Sheephookes
                 ,
                 sat
                 vpon
                 the
                 Layes
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 pleasure
                 piping
                 many
                 a
                 lear●ed
                 sonnet
              
               
                 Of
                 fixed
                 starres
                 ,
                 and
                 each
                 course
                 keeping
                 plann●t
                 :
              
               
                 Of
                 thunder
                 ,
                 lightning
                 ,
                 meteors
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 c●use
              
               
                 Of
                 changing
                 kingdomes
                 ,
                 and
                 translating
                 law●s
                 :
              
               
                 Why
                 pestilence
                 did
                 rage
                 ,
                 why
                 good
                 men
                 di●
                 ,
              
               
                 Why
                 Nilu●
                 ouerflowes
                 the
                 bankes
                 so
                 hie
                 ,
              
               
                 Why
                 killing
                 frosts
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 aboundant
                 snow
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 ruine
                 falling
                 ,
                 ●uine
                 as
                 they
                 thaw
                 :
              
               
                 Why
                 th'
                 earth
                 should
                 barren
                 be
                 ,
                 and
                 famine
                 breede
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 fat
                 soil●
                 ,
                 though
                 ●owne
                 with
                 better
                 seede
                 .
              
               
               
                 Why
                 water
                 ,
                 ayre
                 ,
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 cheerefull
                 fire
              
               
                 Should
                 (
                 being
                 made
                 for
                 man
                 )
                 gainst
                 man
                 conspire
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 themselues
                 (
                 by
                 nature
                 neuer
                 bidden
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Bring
                 forth
                 such
                 crosse
                 effects
                 ,
                 vnheard
                 and
                 hidden
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 plague
                 poore
                 man
                 ,
                 and
                 liuing
                 him
                 t'intombe
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 one
                 ruines
                 ,
                 e're
                 the
                 day
                 of
                 doome
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 cause
                 of
                 this
                 ,
                 they
                 wisely
                 found
                 to
                 be
              
               
                 Mans
                 open
                 sins
                 ,
                 and
                 close
                 Hypocrisie
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 this
                 Theame
                 discoursing
                 too
                 and
                 fro
                 ,
              
               
                 Prouing
                 it
                 was
                 ,
                 wishing
                 it
                 were
                 not
                 so
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 came
                 by
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 him
                 many
                 Nobles
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 pestred
                 traine
                 the
                 sheep
                 and
                 shephead
                 troubles
                 .
              
               
                 Poore
                 Country
                 ,
                 thou
                 find'st
                 this
                 in
                 corne
                 and
                 cattle
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 most
                 remote
                 f●ō
                 Court
                 ,
                 thou
                 most
                 dost
                 battle
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 King
                 a
                 hunting
                 rides
                 ;
                 the
                 shepheards
                 dogs
              
               
                 Would
                 needs
                 a
                 hunting
                 too
                 ,
                 and
                 onward
                 iogs
              
               
                 These
                 iolly
                 Currs
                 :
                 the
                 Shepheards
                 whoope
                 amaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Hollow
                 and
                 whistle
                 too
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 in
                 vaine
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Hunts-men
                 rate
                 ,
                 and
                 like
                 to
                 mad
                 men
                 ride
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Currs
                 suppose
                 they
                 cheere
                 them
                 when
                 they
                 chid●
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 on
                 they
                 go
                 ,
                 and
                 doe
                 as
                 others
                 doo
                 ,
              
               
                 Throw
                 vp
                 their
                 curld
                 tailes
                 ,
                 spend
                 their
                 wesands
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 thy
                 cannot
                 top
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
                 run
                 after
              
               
                 ●o
                 ●ong
                 ,
                 till
                 anger
                 now
                 is
                 turn'd
                 to
                 lafter
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 King
                 delights
                 the
                 Currs
                 to
                 heare
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 are
                 euer
                 busie
                 in
                 his
                 eare
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 comming
                 home
                 to
                 trencher-food
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 ●rouing
                 good
                 blood-hounds
                 some
                 ,
                 good
                 harriers
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 ●hey
                 can
                 draw
                 dry-foot
                 to
                 the
                 harmlesse
                 game
                 ,
              
               
                 Whil'st
                 Wolues
                 and
                 Foxes
                 passe
                 their
                 noses
                 tame
                 .
              
               
                 ●hus
                 fed
                 by
                 fat
                 sweet
                 bones
                 ,
                 they
                 all
                 proue
                 gluttons
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 where
                 they
                 wont
                 to
                 guard
                 ,
                 now
                 kill
                 our
                 muttons
                 ,
              
               
               
                 They
                 learned
                 haue
                 Court
                 lore
                 ,
                 and
                 nothing
                 failes
                 ;
              
               
                 Can
                 fawne
                 and
                 flatter
                 ,
                 nimbly
                 wag
                 their
                 tailes
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 snarle
                 ,
                 and
                 bite
                 ,
                 and
                 beat
                 ●he
                 better
                 hound
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 the
                 Court
                 ,
                 who
                 their
                 false
                 hunting
                 found
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 time
                 drawes
                 on
                 ,
                 the
                 King
                 againe
              
               
                 Rides
                 out
                 to
                 hunt
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 him
                 all
                 his
                 traine
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 dogs
                 are
                 fore-most
                 ,
                 and
                 pursue
                 the
                 chace
              
               
                 With
                 eager
                 stomackes
                 and
                 with
                 equall
                 pace
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 being
                 trencher-fed
                 ,
                 the
                 weather
                 ho●
                 ,
              
               
                 Themselu's
                 vnbreath'd
                 ,
                 to
                 hunting
                 vsed
                 not
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 soone
                 are
                 shaken
                 off
                 ,
                 and
                 waxing
                 slacke
              
               
                 Become
                 the
                 lag
                 and
                 hindmost
                 of
                 the
                 packe
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 straight
                 lose
                 ●ight
                 ,
                 sent
                 ,
                 hearing
                 of
                 the
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 then
                 to
                 Nilus-ward
                 they
                 hold
                 it
                 best
              
               
                 To
                 turne
                 their
                 course
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 coole
                 waues
                 to
                 slacke
              
               
                 The
                 heat
                 they
                 got
                 ,
                 for
                 double
                 diligence
                 ●ake
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 roughest
                 ,
                 rudest
                 ,
                 curstest
                 Curr
                 of
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 wont
                 vpon
                 the
                 gentlest
                 Dogs
                 to
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 And
                 neither
                 being
                 Hound
                 nor
                 Mastiffe
                 bred
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 But
                 of
                 a
                 mongrill
                 kinde
                 ,
                 by
                 shee-Wolues
                 fed
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 silence
                 such
                 as
                 spent
                 their
                 sweeter
                 voice
              
               
                 In
                 turnefull
                 tones
                 ,
                 which
                 Hunters
                 eares
                 reioyce
                 ,
              
               
                 Whil'st
                 he
                 nor
                 at
                 the
                 fold
                 would
                 watch
                 in
                 darke
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 bite
                 the
                 Wolfe
                 ,
                 nor
                 with
                 his
                 harsh
                 voyce
                 barke
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 here
                 amongst
                 the
                 Hounds
                 once
                 open
                 wide
              
               
                 His
                 monstrous
                 chaps
                 ,
                 except
                 ,
                 to
                 bite
                 ,
                 or
                 chide
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 rauin
                 and
                 deuour
                 the
                 daintyest
                 meat
              
               
                 Which
                 the
                 industrious
                 ,
                 not
                 the
                 slug
                 should
                 eat
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 despite
                 of
                 whips
                 ,
                 though
                 crouch
                 and
                 cry
                 ,
              
               
                 Would
                 neuer
                 mend
                 ,
                 nor
                 better
                 grow
                 thereby
                 )
              
               
                 Led
                 on
                 the
                 way
                 ,
                 for
                 he
                 would
                 still
                 be
                 fi●st
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 impudence
                 was
                 such
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 his
                 thirst
                 .
              
               
               
                 ●or
                 would
                 he
                 suffer
                 auy
                 their
                 to
                 drinke
              
               
                 ●ill
                 he
                 had
                 done
                 .
                 Ambitions
                 eye
                 doth
                 thinke
              
               
                 To
                 swallow
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 too
                 little
                 to
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 him
                 that
                 least
                 deserues
                 ,
                 and
                 least
                 can
                 doo
                 .
              
               
                 ●ut
                 see
                 a
                 iust
                 reward
                 ,
                 whil'st
                 thus
                 he
                 lies
              
               
                 ●ending
                 his
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 waues
                 doth
                 rise
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 cruell
                 subtle
                 Crocodile
                 ,
                 who
                 snatcheth
              
               
                 ●t
                 him
                 with
                 her
                 sharpe
                 sangs
                 ,
                 quickly
                 catcheth
              
               
                 ●he
                 lazie
                 Curre
                 ;
                 which
                 struggles
                 ,
                 cryes
                 ,
                 and
                 str●ues
                 .
              
               
                 ●ut
                 all
                 too
                 late
                 .
                 Th'
                 amphibious
                 monster
                 diues
              
               
                 ●nder
                 the
                 waues
                 ;
                 the
                 Dog
                 r●sists
                 in
                 vaine
                 ,
              
               
                 ●eath
                 swallowes
                 him
                 ,
                 the
                 rest
                 run
                 home
                 amaine
                 ;
              
               
                 ●ome
                 to
                 the
                 Sheepfolds
                 ,
                 and
                 attend
                 the
                 trade
              
               
                 ●hey
                 were
                 by
                 Art
                 traind
                 to
                 ,
                 by
                 Nature
                 made
                 .
              
               
                 ●nd
                 fearing
                 now
                 the
                 like
                 ,
                 fore-warn'd
                 by
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hen
                 hot
                 and
                 dry
                 they
                 waxe●
                 their
                 custome
                 is
                 ,
              
               
                 ●t
                 banks
                 of
                 Nile
                 nere
                 to
                 rest
                 and
                 stay
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 ●ut
                 here
                 and
                 there
                 to
                 lap
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 away
                 ;
              
               
                 ●est
                 otherwise
                 some
                 Crocodile
                 being
                 hid
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hould
                 serue
                 their
                 sloth
                 ,
                 like
                 as
                 the
                 other
                 did
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 
                   This
                   tale
                   doth
                   teach
                   ,
                   each
                   man
                   himselfe
                   t'
                   apply
                
                 
                   To
                   his
                   Vocation
                   ;
                   not
                   to
                   looke
                   awry
                
                 
                   At
                   Honors
                   ,
                   Riches
                   ,
                   Pleasures
                   ,
                   which
                   are
                   baites
                
                 
                   The
                   deuill
                   layes
                   in
                   our
                   way
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   them
                   waites
                
                 
                   To
                   swallow
                   vs
                   ,
                   whilest
                   eagerly
                   we
                   seeke
                
                 
                   To
                   swallow
                   and
                   ingrosse
                   what●'ere
                   we
                   like
                   :
                
                 
                   Without
                   respect
                   what
                   's
                   honest●iust
                   ,
                   and
                   fit
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●o
                   we
                   by
                   any
                   meanes
                   can
                   compasse
                   it
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Each
                   hath
                   his
                   element
                   ,
                   his
                   toyle
                   ,
                   and
                   sport
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   clowne
                   the
                   country
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   King
                   his
                   Court.
                
                 
                   The
                   Nobles
                   in
                   the
                   Councell
                   or
                   the
                   field
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Sea
                   ,
                   and
                   Burse
                   ,
                   doth
                   like
                   to
                   Marchants
                   yeeld
                   .
                
                 
                   Each
                   trades-man
                   in
                   his
                   shop
                   ,
                   house-wiues
                   at
                   home●
                
                 
                   "
                   They
                   range
                   too
                   far
                   ,
                   that
                   o're
                   the
                   threshold
                   rome
                   .
                
                 
                   Lawyers
                   vpon
                   the
                   bench
                   ,
                   Diuines
                   within
                
                 
                   their
                   studies
                   ,
                   schooles
                   or
                   pulpits
                   ;
                   else
                   they
                   sinne●
                
                 
                   Who
                   takes
                   the
                   plow
                   in
                   hand
                   ,
                   must
                   neuer
                   s●acke
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Nor
                   looke
                   about
                   ,
                   for
                   then
                   ●e
                   looketh
                   backe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   takes
                   the
                   Crowne
                   and
                   Scepter
                   ,
                   still
                   must
                   thin●
                
                 
                   "
                   When
                   others
                   soundly
                   sleep
                   ,
                   he
                   must
                   but
                   winke
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   goes
                   to
                   warre
                   ,
                   or
                   counsell
                   must
                   aduise
                
                 
                   "
                   The
                   shame
                   or
                   honor
                   on
                   the
                   Noblest
                   lies
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   guides
                   the
                   Helme
                   must
                   still
                   his
                   compas
                   minde
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   cheere
                   his
                   mates
                   ,
                   and
                   saile
                   with
                   eu●ry
                   winde
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   by
                   Mechanicke
                   Arts
                   doth
                   hope
                   to
                   thriue
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Must
                   be
                   a
                   Bee
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   his
                   shop
                   his
                   Hiue
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   sits
                   to
                   Iudge
                   ,
                   the
                   Person
                   must
                   neglect
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Not
                   looke
                   asquint
                   ,
                   but
                   to
                   the
                   truth
                   direct
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   will
                   Episcopize
                   ,
                   must
                   watch
                   ,
                   fast
                   ,
                   pray
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   see
                   to
                   worke
                   ,
                   not
                   ou●rsee
                   to
                   play
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   haue
                   a
                   double
                   charge
                   ,
                   to
                   rule
                   ,
                   and
                   teach
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Whil'st
                   they
                   neglect
                   to
                   preach
                   ,
                   negl●ct
                   they
                   preach●
                
                 
                   Each
                   must
                   his
                   Diocesse
                   tend
                   ;
                   or
                   if
                   at
                   Court
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   others
                   dare
                   not
                   he
                   must
                   still
                   report
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   nought
                   but
                   truth
                   ,
                   ●or
                   all
                   truthes
                   but
                   the
                   good
                   :
                
                 
                   
                   (
                   So
                   Mos●s
                   in
                   the
                   gap
                   of
                   vengance
                   stood
                   )
                
                 
                   What
                   others
                   dare
                   not
                   whisper
                   he
                   must
                   sing
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   like
                   a
                   golden
                   trumpet
                   ●ouze
                   the
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVith
                   wise
                   alarums
                   from
                   securer
                   sleepe
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVherein
                   fraile
                   flattring
                   flesh
                   doth
                   greatnesse
                   keep●
                
                 
                 
                   ●or
                   greatnesse
                   ,
                   both
                   in
                   state
                   ,
                   wit
                   ,
                   strength
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                
                 
                   ●hat
                   wee
                   call
                   great
                   one
                   earth
                   ,
                   is
                   apt
                   to
                   fall●
                
                 
                   ●Vith
                   greatest
                   danger
                   ,
                   greatest
                   violence
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●nlesse
                   vpheld
                   by
                   greatest
                   diligence
                   .
                
                 
                   ●nd
                   he
                   is
                   only
                   worthy
                   to
                   be
                   great
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●Vho
                   with
                   a
                   vertuous
                   freedom
                   holds
                   the
                   seat
                
                 
                   Of
                   Moses
                   ,
                   and
                   inclines
                   to
                   neither
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   both
                   vpright
                   only
                   for
                   truth
                   doth
                   stand
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●uch
                   tend
                   their
                   flocks
                   ;
                   whil'st
                   they
                   attend
                   the
                   Court
                   ,
                
                 
                   Their
                   pastime'tis
                   to
                   moderate
                   each
                   sport
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   season
                   all
                   raw
                   humors
                   .
                   Seldome
                   glance
                
                 
                   On
                   honours
                   or
                   on
                   pleasurs
                   ,
                   but
                   by
                   chance
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   to
                   recreate
                   their
                   spirits
                   they
                   do
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   Taking
                   a
                   snatch
                   ,
                   and
                   fall
                   the
                   harder
                   to
                   it
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               GRYPS
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               To
               the
               Courtly
               and
               accomplisht
               Knight
               ,
               Sr.
               HENRY
               RICH
               ,
               and
               his
               most
               equall
               Lady
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   ALL
                   Men
                   seeke
                   greatnes
                   :
                   goodnesse
                   is
                   the
                   way
                   .
                
                 
                   Hee
                   's
                   oft
                   lesse
                   King
                   that
                   rules
                   ,
                   then
                   doth
                   obay
                   .
                
                 
                   Add●
                   to
                   Gods
                   worke
                   your
                   owne
                   ,
                   his
                   image
                   then
                
                 
                   Shall
                   be
                   repayr'd
                   ,
                   for
                   that
                   's
                   the
                   crowne
                   of
                   Men.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                 THe
                 Griffon
                 (
                 well
                 alli'd
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 in
                 power
                 )
              
               
                 Made
                 challenge
                 to
                 be
                 generall
                 Emperour
              
               
                 Of
                 beasts
                 ,
                 and
                 birds
                 ;
                 whose
                 title
                 to
                 decide
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 generall
                 Councell
                 was
                 proclaimed
                 wide
              
               
                 Through
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 bird
                 and
                 beast
              
               
                 Together
                 met
                 ,
                 the
                 greatest
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 least
                 .
              
               
                 Mongst
                 these
                 some
                 crawling
                 serpents
                 ,
                 some
                 with
                 feet
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 with
                 wings
                 did
                 at
                 this
                 Councell
                 meet
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 claim'd
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 beasts
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 alledge
              
               
                 Full
                 many
                 ancient
                 lawes
                 of
                 priuiledge
              
               
               
                 ●or
                 their
                 high
                 honour
                 ;
                 b●t
                 the
                 chiefe
                 was
                 this
                 ;
                 
              
               
                 ●hey
                 prou'd
                 themselues
                 beasts
                 ,
                 out
                 of
                 Genesis
                 .
              
               
                 ●ut
                 when
                 that
                 Law
                 was
                 read
                 ,
                 and
                 it
                 was
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 ●heir
                 treason
                 brought
                 a
                 curse
                 vpon
                 the
                 ground
                 ;
              
               
                 ●hat
                 euer
                 since
                 their
                 poyson
                 did
                 annoy
              
               
                 ●oth
                 birds
                 an●●●●sts
                 ,
                 and
                 oft
                 did
                 both
                 destroy
                 ;
              
               
                 Cloking
                 their
                 ●●aud
                 ,
                 guilding
                 their
                 villanie
              
               
                 With
                 ancient
                 vniuersall-vnity
                 ;
              
               
                 Betraying
                 truth
                 with
                 darke
                 a●biguous
                 lies
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cosening
                 man
                 of
                 blessed
                 Paradise
                 :
              
               
                 Adulterating
                 ,
                 purging
                 of
                 the
                 sence
              
               
                 Of
                 holy
                 Writ
                 ,
                 vnder
                 a
                 good
                 pretence
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 had
                 by
                 generall
                 voice
                 ,
                 strict
                 banishmen●
              
               
                 ●rom
                 comming
                 nere
                 this
                 Court
                 of
                 Parliament
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 rest
                 proceed
                 ;
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 way
              
               
                 Arose
                 another
                 cause
                 of
                 some
                 delay
                 ,
              
               
                 Comming
                 to
                 choose
                 a
                 Speaker
                 ,
                 bolde
                 
                   Iack
                   daw
                
                 
              
               
                 Would
                 interpose
                 his
                 skill
                 ,
                 and
                 vouch
                 a
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 The
                 law
                 of
                 Para●ites
                 )
                 that
                 each
                 one
                 might
              
               
                 Speake
                 what
                 him
                 list
                 ,
                 gainst
                 reason
                 or
                 gainst
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 no
                 Speaker
                 needed
                 ,
                 ought
                 to
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 such
                 a
                 mixture
                 was
                 ;
                 for
                 if
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 choose
                 a
                 bird
                 ,
                 the
                 beasts
                 will
                 all
                 dissent
                 ;
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 a
                 beast
                 ,
                 we
                 shall
                 be
                 discontent
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 speech
                 ,
                 though
                 true
                 in
                 pa●t
                 ,
                 did
                 all
                 offend
                 ,
              
               
                 B●cause
                 they
                 saw
                 his
                 busie
                 tongue
                 did
                 bend
              
               
                 To
                 c●osse
                 all
                 businesse
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 wit
                 de●ise
              
               
                 To
                 change
                 the
                 firmest
                 knots
                 to
                 nullities
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 they
                 agreed
                 toge●her
                 in
                 this
                 sort
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 cut
                 his
                 nimble
                 tongue
                 a
                 little
                 short
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 sa●cie
                 tatling
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 should
                 not
                 teach●
              
               
                 And
                 being
                 silent
                 where
                 he
                 ought
                 to
                 preach
                 .
              
               
               
                 But
                 he
                 aueides
                 his
                 sentence
                 with
                 a
                 quirke
                 ,
              
               
                 Pleading
                 of
                 old
                 he
                 longed
                 to
                 the
                 Kirke
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 seldom
                 he
                 came
                 there
                 ;
                 and
                 each
                 one
                 tooke
              
               
                 Him
                 for
                 no
                 Clarke
                 ,
                 vntill
                 he
                 claim'd
                 his
                 booke
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 perceiu'd
                 his
                 skill
                 ;
                 and
                 soone
                 discerned
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 to
                 flatter
                 and
                 backbite
                 was
                 learned
                 ;
              
               
                 Could
                 mount
                 a
                 steeples
                 top
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 winde
              
               
                 Turne
                 like
                 a
                 weather-cocke
                 his
                 ready
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 Seruing
                 the
                 time
                 .
                 Therefore
                 they
                 onward
                 passe
              
               
                 To
                 choose
                 a
                 Speaker
                 ;
                 some
                 would
                 haue
                 the
                 Asse
                 ,
              
               
                 Because
                 he
                 could
                 diminish
                 nought
                 nor
                 adde
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 truth
                 deliuer
                 ,
                 were
                 it
                 good
                 or
                 bad
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 most
                 mislik'd
                 that
                 choice
                 ,
                 and
                 those
                 pronounce
              
               
                 The
                 Parrot
                 fit
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 the
                 nimble
                 Ounce
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 the
                 sweet
                 Nightingale
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 the
                 Dog
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 the
                 Fox
                 ,
                 the
                 Baboone
                 ,
                 some
                 the
                 Hog
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 Robin
                 red-brest
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 speckled
                 Thrush
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Chantecleere
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 the
                 VVoodcock
                 flush
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 chose
                 the
                 Ape
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 mislike
                 his
                 voice
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 sundry
                 factions
                 rise
                 from
                 his
                 heard
                 choice
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 the
                 Elephant
                 perswades
                 with
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 take
                 an
                 equall
                 course
                 ,
                 and
                 Man
                 to
                 call
              
               
                 As
                 Speaker
                 ,
                 Iudge
                 ,
                 and
                 Vmpire
                 in
                 this
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 by
                 nature
                 the
                 worlds
                 generall
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 most
                 fit
                 t'
                 appoint
                 and
                 to
                 depute
              
               
                 His
                 owne
                 Emperiall
                 bird
                 beast
                 substitute
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 this
                 they
                 all
                 consent
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 this
                 end
              
               
                 In
                 humble
                 wise
                 to
                 Man
                 this
                 Message
                 send
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 their
                 Patron
                 ,
                 Gouernor
                 and
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 VVould
                 daigne
                 this
                 mighty
                 difference
                 to
                 accord
              
               
                 VVith
                 reason
                 and
                 authority
                 .
                 His
                 consent
              
               
                 Is
                 soone
                 obtain'd
                 :
                 now
                 gins
                 the
                 Parliament
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 In
                 which
                 the
                 Griffon
                 thus
                 begins
                 his
                 plea.
              
               
                 Grand
                 Emperour
                 ,
                 of
                 Ayre
                 ,
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 Sea
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 challenge
                 by
                 prerogatiue
                 ,
                 and
                 birth
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 your
                 Vicar
                 generall
                 on
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
              
               
                 O're
                 birds
                 and
                 beasts
                 :
                 The
                 beasts
                 I
                 ought
                 command
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Because
                 vpon
                 foure
                 feet
                 like
                 them
                 I
                 stand
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 birds
                 I
                 ought
                 to
                 rule
                 ,
                 cause
                 I
                 can
                 flie
              
               
                 With
                 these
                 my
                 wings
                 like
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 soare
                 as
                 hie
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 doe
                 surpasse
                 the
                 beasts
                 in
                 hauing
                 wings
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 birds
                 in
                 legs
                 ,
                 in
                 taile
                 ,
                 and
                 other
                 things
                 :
              
               
                 My
                 force
                 doth
                 match
                 the
                 Lyons
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 heart
              
               
                 The
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 or
                 excels
                 them
                 in
                 each
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 doome
                 I
                 therefore
                 claime
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 may
                 be
              
               
                 Plac'd
                 equall
                 to
                 my
                 worth
                 in
                 soueraigntie
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 next
                 your selfe
                 the
                 Emperour
                 be
                 of
                 Earth
                 ,
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 the
                 priuiledge
                 of
                 my
                 birth
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 spake
                 the
                 Elephant
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 that
                 he
              
               
                 Ought
                 ouer
                 beasts
                 the
                 only
                 Lord
                 to
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 strength
                 was
                 great
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 then
                 others
                 farre
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 His
                 honours
                 purchasde
                 more
                 in
                 manly
                 warre
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 le●rning
                 more
                 ,
                 the
                 letters
                 vnderstanding
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 aptly
                 doing
                 all
                 ,
                 wise
                 Man
                 commanding
                 .
              
               
                 Gainst
                 him
                 vp
                 rose
                 the
                 Syre
                 of
                 Ban●es
                 his
                 horse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 challeng'd
                 him
                 to
                 try
                 ,
                 wit
                 ,
                 worth
                 ,
                 and
                 force
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 grew
                 to
                 heate
                 ,
                 but
                 then
                 the
                 mighty
                 Rucke
              
               
                 Soone
                 parts
                 the
                 fray
                 ,
                 each
                 did
                 from
                 other
                 plucke
                 ;
              
               
                 Desires
                 she
                 might
                 be
                 heard
                 ,
                 her
                 challenge
                 was
              
               
                 To
                 rule
                 all
                 birds
                 ,
                 since
                 she
                 all
                 ●●rds
                 did
                 passe
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Wren
                 straight
                 hopt
                 about
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 his
                 ●ame
              
               
                 Did
                 shew
                 from
                 what
                 a
                 royall
                 stocke
                 he
                 came
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 euery
                 bird
                 and
                 beast
                 ,
                 the
                 great
                 and
                 small
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 his
                 ambitious
                 ayme
                 to
                 gouerne
                 all●
              
               
               
                 Which
                 hauing
                 made
                 ,
                 in
                 silence
                 all
                 sate
                 downe
              
               
                 Being
                 ouer-aw'd
                 with
                 mans
                 Emperiall
                 frowne
                 .
              
               
                 Each
                 fear'd
                 ,
                 each
                 hop'd
                 ,
                 vntill
                 at
                 length
                 the
                 Man
              
               
                 Rose
                 vp
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 determine
                 thus
                 began
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 your
                 Master
                 made
                 ,
                 you
                 made
                 for
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 whatsoeuer
                 in
                 the
                 Globe
                 there
                 be
              
               
                 Hid
                 or
                 reueal'd
                 ,
                 t'
                 is
                 mine
                 .
                 And
                 I
                 alone
              
               
                 Sole
                 Emperouram
                 ,
                 vnder
                 that
                 onely
                 One.
              
               
                 Nor
                 doubt
                 you
                 this
                 ;
                 the
                 question
                 now
                 in
                 hand
              
               
                 Is
                 for
                 the
                 vnder-king-ship
                 of
                 my
                 land
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 t'
                 is
                 not
                 fit
                 that
                 I
                 should
                 troubled
                 be
              
               
                 With
                 euery
                 toy
                 ,
                 when
                 subiects
                 dis●gree
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 my
                 Presiden●
                 should
                 still
                 be
                 nigh
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 doubts
                 and
                 iarrest
                 '
                 appease
                 and
                 rectifie
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 only
                 rests
                 to
                 shew
                 what
                 parts
                 are
                 fit
              
               
                 For
                 gouernment
                 .
                 That
                 's
                 courage
                 ,
                 strength
                 and
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 Mercy
                 and
                 iustice
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 guard
                 to
                 those
                 ,
              
               
                 Awe
                 to
                 command
                 ,
                 dexteritie
                 to
                 dispose
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 part
                 of
                 these
                 be
                 separate
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 rule
                 is
                 most
                 imperfect
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 State
              
               
                 Falls
                 to
                 con●empt
                 ;
                 the
                 lawes
                 are
                 trodden
                 downe
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Scepter
                 broken
                 ,
                 and
                 despi●'d
                 the
                 Crowne
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 shewes
                 how
                 many
                 her●
                 haue
                 vainly
                 sought
              
               
                 For
                 one
                 good
                 part
                 ,
                 the
                 wreath
                 that
                 many
                 ought
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 nor
                 the
                 Ruck
                 ,
                 the
                 Elephant
                 nor
                 Ho●se
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 fit
                 to
                 gouerne
                 for
                 their
                 matchlesse
                 force
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 for
                 their
                 wit
                 alone
                 ;
                 for
                 then
                 the
                 Oxe
              
               
                 Might
                 make
                 his
                 claime
                 too
                 ,
                 and
                 subtle
                 Foxe
                 :
              
               
                 Much
                 lesse
                 the
                 silly
                 Wren
                 for
                 honor'd
                 house
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 the
                 catt-fearing
                 ,
                 Elephant-frighting
                 Mouse
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 these
                 would
                 breed
                 contempt
                 ,
                 and
                 Athens
                 Owle
              
               
                 Might
                 challenge
                 so
                 night-rule
                 of
                 eu'ry
                 Fowle
                 .
              
               
               
                 Nor
                 is
                 it
                 meet
                 this
                 Griffon
                 should
                 obtaine
              
               
                 What
                 by
                 pret●nce
                 of
                 right
                 he
                 seeks
                 to
                 gaine
                 .
              
               
                 Because
                 his
                 title
                 halts
                 on
                 either
                 side
                 ,
              
               
                 Except
                 in
                 halues
                 ,
                 himselfe
                 he
                 will
                 deuide
                 .
                 
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 no
                 beast
                 :
                 his
                 talents
                 ,
                 wings
                 ,
                 and
                 head
              
               
                 Conclude
                 against
                 his
                 challenge
                 in
                 my
                 stead
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 yet
                 a
                 bird
                 :
                 his
                 body
                 ,
                 legs
                 ,
                 and
                 tayle
              
               
                 With
                 euidence
                 his
                 garments
                 all
                 do
                 quaile
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 where
                 proofe
                 lyes
                 hid
                 ,
                 we
                 may
                 proceede
              
               
                 By
                 probabilities
                 ;
                 from
                 spurious
                 ●eede
              
               
                 He
                 tooke
                 his
                 being
                 ,
                 and
                 would
                 neither
                 loue
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 like
                 to
                 neither
                 ,
                 but
                 a
                 Tyrant
                 proue
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 where
                 he
                 boasts
                 his
                 wondrous
                 strength
                 and
                 hart
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 false
                 he
                 doth
                 pretend
                 ,
                 because
                 that
                 part
              
               
                 Which
                 shewes
                 him
                 Lyon-like
                 in
                 shape
                 ,
                 hide
                 ,
                 haire
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 of
                 the
                 kingly-Lyon
                 stand
                 in
                 feare
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 birds
                 part
                 which
                 he
                 from
                 th'
                 Eagle
                 tooke
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 sky-towring
                 Eagle
                 dares
                 not
                 looke
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lyon
                 therefore
                 I
                 ordaine
                 and
                 make
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 of
                 beasts
                 ;
                 his
                 awfull
                 voice
                 shall
                 shake
                 
              
               
                 The
                 proudest
                 spirit
                 .
                 And
                 the
                 Eagle
                 shall
              
               
                 Be
                 King
                 of
                 Birds
                 ,
                 and
                 ouer-looke
                 them
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 sentence
                 past
                 ,
                 the
                 Parlament
                 arose
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 these
                 rules
                 of
                 truth
                 the
                 Sessions
                 close
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Who
                   seeks
                   two
                   swords
                   to
                   sway
                   ,
                   hath
                   right
                   to
                   none●
                   
                
                 
                   Who
                   seeks
                   two
                   offices
                   ,
                   is
                   not
                   fit
                   for
                   one
                   :
                
                 
                   Who
                   seeks
                   two
                   callings
                   ,
                   takes
                   too
                   much
                   in
                   hand
                   :
                
                 
                   Who
                   hath
                   two
                   faiths
                   ,
                   doth
                   true
                   to
                   neither
                   stand
                   .
                
                 
                   One
                   sword
                   ,
                   one
                   office●calling
                   ,
                   and
                   one
                   faith
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   fit
                   for
                   one
                   Man
                   ;
                   so
                   this
                   storie
                   saith
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Who
                   seekes
                   two
                   swords
                   to
                   sway
                   ,
                   hath
                   right
                   to
                   none
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Pope
                   challengeth
                   not
                   onely
                   Peters
                   keyes
                   and
                   Pauls
                   sword
                   ,
                   but
                   hath
                   found
                   two
                   swords
                   in
                   Peters
                   hand
                   ,
                   with
                   which
                   he
                   (
                   like
                   another
                   Alexander
                   )
                   cuts
                   asunder
                   the
                   knots
                   hee
                   cannot
                   vndoe
                   .
                   The
                   band
                   of
                   marriage
                   betwixt
                   man
                   and
                   woman
                   :
                   The
                   hand
                   of
                   loyall
                   obedience
                   betwixt
                   subiects
                   and
                   Soueraignes
                   ;
                   The
                   band
                   of
                   conscience
                   betwixt
                   God
                   and
                   man
                   ;
                   hee
                   cuts
                   asunder
                   by
                   dispensing
                   with
                   marriages
                   ,
                   allegeance
                   ,
                   and
                   others
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                   By
                   his
                   behauiour
                   therefore
                   in
                   these
                   things
                   ,
                   it
                   may
                   bee
                   iudged
                   whether
                   hee
                   be
                   fit
                   to
                   haue
                   many
                   swords
                   that
                   cannot
                   vse
                   one
                   well
                   .
                   Edged
                   tooles
                   are
                   not
                   to
                   bee
                   put
                   into
                   the
                   hands
                   of
                   drunkards
                   :
                   Hee
                   is
                   scarce
                   sober
                   that
                   makes
                   all
                   other
                   drunke
                   with
                   the
                   c●p
                   of
                   his
                   abhominations
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Who
                   seekes
                   two
                   offices
                   ,
                   is
                   not
                   fit
                   for
                   one
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   the
                   late
                   Queene
                   of
                   famous
                   memory
                   ,
                   a
                   Courtier
                   who
                   had
                   great
                   place
                   about
                   her
                   Maiestie
                   ,
                   made
                   suite
                   for
                   an
                   office
                   belonging
                   to
                   the
                   Law.
                   Sh●e
                   told
                   him
                   he
                   was
                   vnfit
                   for
                   the
                   place
                   .
                   He
                   confest
                   as
                   much
                   ,
                   but
                   promised
                   to
                   finde
                   out
                   a
                   sufficient
                   Deputy
                   .
                   Do
                   (
                   saith
                   she
                   )
                   and
                   then
                   I
                   may
                   bestow
                   it
                   vpon
                   one
                   of
                   my
                   Ladies
                   ,
                   for
                   they
                   by
                   deputation
                   may
                   execute
                   the
                   office
                   of
                   Chancellor
                   ,
                   chiefe
                   Iustice
                   ,
                   and
                   others
                   ,
                   as
                   well
                   as
                   you
                   .
                   This
                   answered
                   him
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   would
                   it
                   could
                   answer
                   all
                   others
                   :
                   that
                   ●it
                   men
                   might
                   be
                   placed
                   in
                   euery
                   office
                   ,
                   and
                   none
                   how
                   great
                   soeuer
                   suff●red
                   to
                   keepe
                   two
                   .
                   They
                   should
                   
                   take
                   offices
                   for
                   the
                   Common-wealths
                   benefit
                   ;
                   but
                   they
                   take
                   them
                   like
                   Farmes
                   for
                   to
                   inrich
                   themselues
                   .
                   This
                   discourageth
                   all
                   professions
                   ,
                   both
                   in
                   the
                   Church
                   and
                   Common-wealth
                   :
                   one
                   place
                   is
                   fit
                   for
                   one
                   man.
                   
                
              
               
                 
                   Who
                   seekes
                   two
                   Callings
                   ,
                   takes
                   too
                   much
                   in
                   hand
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Church
                   hath
                   some
                   of
                   these
                   ,
                   who
                   are
                   better
                   Phisitions
                   ,
                   Lawyers
                   ,
                   Merchants
                   ,
                   or
                   Handicrafts-men
                   ,
                   then
                   Diuines
                   .
                   The
                   Common-wealth
                   hath
                   many
                   of
                   these
                   ,
                   some
                   who
                   receiue
                   tythes
                   ,
                   buy
                   and
                   sell
                   Church-liuings
                   ,
                   retaine
                   Deanryes
                   ,
                   and
                   Prebenda●ies
                   .
                   and
                   are
                   well
                   seene
                   in
                   all
                   occupations
                   ,
                   but
                   in
                   that
                   which
                   they
                   were
                   bound
                   to
                   professe
                   .
                   To
                   be
                   a
                   Marchant
                   ,
                   a
                   Maultster
                   ,
                   a
                   Brewer
                   ,
                   a
                   Grasier
                   ,
                   a
                   Sheepe-master
                   ,
                   a
                   Farmemonger
                   ,
                   an
                   Vsurer
                   ,
                   a
                   Diuell
                   and
                   all
                   ,
                   is
                   ordinari●
                   in
                   e●ery
                   Country
                   ,
                   and
                   hee
                   is
                   thought
                   no
                   good
                   husband
                   that
                   is
                   not
                   all
                   or
                   the
                   most
                   of
                   these
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Who
                   hath
                   two
                   faiths
                   ,
                   doth
                   true
                   to
                   neither
                   stand
                   .
                
                 
                   Our
                   miraculous
                   example
                   in
                   these
                   our
                   dayes
                   ,
                   hath
                   demonstrated
                   this
                   beyond
                   deniall
                   ,
                   which
                   but
                   lately
                   though
                   wee
                   knew
                   ,
                   yet
                   wee
                   durst
                   not
                   v●ter
                   for
                   feare
                   of
                   censure
                   .
                   With
                   what
                   Tyranny
                   doth
                   vice
                   guard
                   it selfe
                   from
                   knowledge
                   ?
                   How
                   rankly
                   doth
                   that
                   Fame
                   stinke
                   now
                   ,
                   against
                   which
                   but
                   lately
                   we
                   durst
                   not
                   stop
                   our
                   noses
                   ?
                   This
                   is
                   a
                   maxime
                   grounded
                   from
                   this
                   example
                   .
                   No
                   honor
                   ,
                   preferment
                   ,
                   or
                   respect
                   can
                   assure
                   our
                   ●aith
                   ,
                   if
                   the
                   band
                   of
                   faith
                   ,
                   religion
                   ,
                   be
                   not
                   intire
                   with
                   vs.
                   
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               4.
               
               SPHINX
               ,
               HYENA
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               
                 To
                 the
                 wise
                 and
                 valiant
                 Souldier
                 ,
              
               Sr.
               IOHN
               POOLY
               Knight
               ,
               and
               to
               his
               good
               Lady
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   YOu
                   lou'd
                   my
                   Brother
                   ,
                   he
                   is
                   gone
                   ,
                   I
                   stay
                   ,
                
                 
                   T'
                   acknowledge
                   first
                   a
                   debt
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   to
                   pay
                   :
                
                 
                   Loue
                   lookes
                   vpon
                   the
                   will
                   ,
                   which
                   easily
                   can
                
                 
                   Proue
                   ther
                   's
                   no
                   bankrupt
                   but
                   the
                   thanklesse
                   Man.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                 HY●n●
                 was
                 a
                 subtle
                 beast
                 and
                 bloudy
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 ruine
                 man
                 was
                 his
                 whole
                 trade
                 and
                 study
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 scorn'd
                 the
                 sheep
                 ,
                 the
                 shepheard
                 was
                 his
                 prey
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 nightly
                 plots
                 got
                 ,
                 what
                 he
                 mist
                 by
                 day
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 shepheards
                 of
                 Arcadia
                 ,
                 beguil'd
              
               
                 By
                 his
                 fain'd
                 voice
                 ,
                 were
                 murther'd
                 oft
                 and
                 spoil'd
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 in
                 the
                 night
                 he
                 wont
                 like
                 some
                 good
                 friend
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 call
                 them
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 a
                 peeces
                 rend
                 .
              
               
                 One
                 onely
                 wiser
                 shepheard
                 thought
                 it
                 best
              
               
                 Hire
                 Sphinx
                 to
                 watch
                 his
                 house
                 whil'st
                 he
                 did
                 rest
                 :
              
               
               
                 Whose
                 subtiltie
                 foresaw
                 ,
                 and
                 still
                 preuented
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 else
                 his
                 Master
                 had
                 too
                 late
                 repented
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 when
                 the
                 false
                 Hyena
                 went
                 about
              
               
                 Calling
                 for
                 helpe
                 ,
                 to
                 train●
                 the
                 Shepheard
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 Faining
                 distresse
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 robbed
                 were
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 mist
                 his
                 way
                 (
                 a
                 weary
                 traueller
                 )
                 ;
              
               
                 Sphinx
                 soone
                 perceiu'd
                 his
                 counterfeit
                 complayning
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 laught
                 out-right
                 to
                 heare
                 his
                 craftie
                 fayning
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 would
                 not
                 let
                 the
                 credulous
                 shepheard
                 goe
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Whose
                 tender
                 heart
                 pittied
                 his
                 mortall
                 foe
                 )
              
               
                 Till
                 day
                 appear'd
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 Sunne
                 shone
                 bright
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Together
                 with
                 the
                 Sphinx
                 full
                 many
                 a
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 An
                 Indian
                 Asse
                 and
                 
                   Musk.
                   cat
                
                 ,
                 safely
                 slept
                 ,
              
               
                 Whil'st
                 Sphinx
                 the
                 shepheards
                 house
                 &
                 houshold
                 kept
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 did
                 they
                 alwaies
                 sleep
                 but
                 often
                 heard
              
               
                 What
                 at
                 the
                 first
                 to
                 thinke
                 vpon
                 they
                 fear'd
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 custome
                 at
                 the
                 length
                 bere●t
                 all
                 awe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 afrayd
                 were
                 when
                 they
                 nothing
                 saw
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 enuy
                 wrought
                 ,
                 and
                 Ignorance
                 ,
                 and
                 Pride
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 the
                 wiser
                 Sphinx
                 dare
                 now
                 deride
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 mou'd
                 the
                 Shepheard
                 ,
                 to
                 preuent
                 the
                 charge
              
               
                 Of
                 keeping
                 more
                 ,
                 to
                 let
                 the
                 Sphinx
                 at
                 large
                 .
              
               
                 Perswading
                 there
                 was
                 no
                 such
                 cause
                 of
                 dread
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 they
                 might
                 well
                 supply
                 the
                 Sphinx
                 his
                 stead
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 fain'd
                 those
                 feares
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 imagine
                 treason
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 win
                 th'
                 opinion
                 of
                 much
                 wit
                 and
                 reason
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sheapheard
                 fondly
                 credits
                 this
                 ;
                 and
                 straight
              
               
                 Le
                 ts
                 loose
                 the
                 Sphinx
                 ,
                 and
                 these
                 in
                 order
                 waite
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 
                   Indian
                   Ass●
                
                 he
                 trusted
                 being
                 plaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Supposing
                 he
                 would
                 nei●herlye
                 ,
                 nor
                 faine
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Musk-cat
                 ,
                 was
                 pleasant
                 to
                 the
                 smell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 very
                 watchfull
                 ;
                 needs
                 must
                 these
                 do
                 well
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 night
                 is
                 come
                 ,
                 the
                 Shepheard
                 soundly
                 sleeps
              
               
                 As
                 he
                 had
                 wont
                 ,
                 no
                 skar
                 his
                 conscience
                 keeps
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 two
                 stand
                 Sentinel
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 ere
                 long
                 ,
              
               
                 Comes
                 the
                 Hyena
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 smoothing
                 tongue
              
               
                 Saith
                 ;
                 Is
                 your
                 Master
                 waking
                 ,
                 gentle
                 swaines
                 ?
              
               
                 If
                 not
                 ,
                 a●ere
                 him
                 ,
                 tell
                 him
                 all
                 the
                 Plaines
              
               
                 Are
                 vp
                 in
                 armes
                 against
                 our
                 common
                 foe
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 false
                 Hyena
                 that
                 beguil'd
                 vs
                 so
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 cannot
                 scape
                 their
                 hands
                 ,
                 for
                 they
                 haue
                 found
              
               
                 The
                 Caue
                 he
                 keeps
                 in
                 ,
                 closely
                 vnder
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 Bid
                 him
                 awake
                 and
                 rise
                 and
                 come
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 the
                 Shepheards
                 for
                 his
                 comming
                 stay
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 tale
                 beleeu'd
                 ,
                 the
                 Asse
                 and
                 Musk-cat
                 hye
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 their
                 Master
                 to
                 make
                 hast
                 to
                 dye
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 r●seth
                 rashly
                 ,
                 opes
                 the
                 doore
                 ,
                 goes
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 is
                 de●our'd
                 ere
                 he
                 can
                 looke
                 about
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 can
                 the
                 watch-men
                 scape
                 ,
                 but
                 both
                 are
                 slaine
                 :
              
               
                 Though
                 one
                 be
                 sweet
                 ,
                 the
                 other
                 true
                 and
                 plaine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 
                   "
                   Not
                   simple
                   truth
                   alone
                   can
                   make
                   vs
                   fit
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   To
                   beare
                   great
                   place
                   in
                   State
                   without
                   great
                   wit.
                
                 
                   "
                   For
                   when
                   the
                   Serpent
                   comes
                   to
                   circumuent
                   vs
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   We
                   must
                   be
                   Serpents
                   too
                   ,
                   or
                   els
                   repent
                   vs.
                   
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               HIPPOPOTAMVS
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               To
               the
               magnificent
               KNIGHT
               Sr.
               HVGH
               SMITH
               ,
               and
               his
               worthy
               LADY
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   YOur
                   Auon's
                   quiet
                   ,
                   no
                   such
                   Monsters
                   feede
                
                 
                   'Bout
                   sandy
                   Seuerne
                   ,
                   as
                   in
                   Nilus
                   breede
                   :
                
                 
                   ●t
                   Nilus-like
                   your
                   bountie
                   o●erflowes
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●●ence
                   good
                   report
                   ,
                   and
                   ●ame
                   ,
                   and
                   honour
                   growes
                   .
                   
                
              
            
             
               
                 THe
                 Sea-horse
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 famous
                 Crocodile
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 challeng'd
                 to
                 be
                 Kings
                 of
                 fruitfull
                 Nile
                 ;
              
               
                 ●nd
                 sundry
                 fields
                 they
                 fought
                 ,
                 where
                 many
                 dyed
              
               
                 ●f
                 either
                 ●action
                 ,
                 still
                 the
                 cause
                 vntried
                 .
              
               
                 ●et
                 often
                 had
                 they
                 single
                 ,
                 hand
                 to
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ncountred
                 in
                 the
                 flood
                 ,
                 and
                 on
                 the
                 land
                 :
              
               
                 ●nd
                 parted
                 still
                 with
                 equall
                 harme
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 ●or
                 both
                 the
                 blowes
                 bore
                 thence
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 the
                 day
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Yet
                 each
                 inuincible
                 himselfe
                 did
                 call
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 they
                 were
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 themselues
                 ,
                 to
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 they
                 cop'd
                 ,
                 successe
                 did
                 thus
                 conclude
                 ;
              
               
                 Courage
                 remayn'd
                 ,
                 strength
                 only
                 was
                 subdu'd
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 for
                 want
                 of
                 strength
                 they
                 often
                 sundred
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 at
                 their
                 wondrous
                 strength
                 al
                 other
                 wondre●
              
               
                 Thus
                 o●t
                 they
                 met
                 ,
                 and
                 o●t
                 assay'd
                 in
                 vaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 should
                 th'
                 Emperiall
                 crowne
                 of
                 Nilus
                 gaine
                 :
              
               
                 Till
                 both
                 grew
                 weary
                 of
                 these
                 warres
                 at
                 length
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gan
                 lay
                 by
                 the
                 vse
                 of
                 armes
                 and
                 strength
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 truce
                 proclaim'd
                 a
                 while
                 on
                 either
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 fained
                 truce
                 ,
                 no
                 friendship
                 from
                 the
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 vnder-hand
                 by
                 stratagems
                 ,
                 and
                 friends
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 secret
                 plots
                 ,
                 each
                 sought
                 their
                 seuerall
                 ends
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 much
                 more
                 noble
                 was
                 the
                 Crocodile
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wiser
                 much
                 ,
                 though
                 not
                 so
                 full
                 of
                 guile
              
               
                 As
                 Hippopotamus
                 ,
                 so
                 th'
                 other
                 hight
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 car'd
                 not
                 what
                 he
                 did
                 ,
                 or
                 wrong
                 or
                 right
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 falshood
                 ,
                 bribes
                 ,
                 or
                 treason
                 ;
                 so
                 he
                 could
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 The
                 foulest
                 fact
                 ,
                 to
                 his
                 aduantage
                 mould
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 he
                 call'd
                 Chameleon
                 on
                 a
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Polypus
                 ,
                 and
                 vnto
                 them
                 gan
                 say
                 :
              
               
                 You
                 two
                 my
                 bosome-fri●nds
                 ,
                 my
                 Minions
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 p●iuie
                 Counsellers
                 in
                 peace
                 and
                 warre
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 haue
                 found
                 you
                 plyant
                 to
                 my
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 Faithfull
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 but
                 false
                 to
                 others
                 still
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 I
                 craue
                 ,
                 your
                 vtmost
                 Art
                 and
                 reason
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 conquering
                 of
                 the
                 Crocodile
                 by
                 treason
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 thus
                 I
                 purpose
                 :
                 Both
                 of
                 you
                 are
                 made
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 nature
                 apt
                 to
                 colour
                 and
                 to
                 shade
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 fit
                 resemblance
                 all
                 the
                 obiects
                 nye
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 which
                 you
                 shall
                 reflect
                 a
                 steady
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
               
                 ●ou
                 can
                 seeme
                 otherwise
                 ,
                 then
                 what
                 you
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 couer
                 hate
                 with
                 close
                 hypocrisie
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ou
                 can
                 take
                 any
                 shape
                 ,
                 any
                 disguise
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 soone
                 beguile
                 the
                 most
                 inquisitiue
                 eyes
                 ;
              
               
                 ●eare
                 any
                 Liuery
                 ,
                 all
                 companies
                 fit
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 to
                 each
                 humour
                 change
                 your
                 ready
                 wit.
              
               
                 ●his
                 you
                 haue
                 done
                 before
                 ,
                 and
                 oft
                 made
                 plaine
              
               
                 ●eightie
                 intelligence
                 ,
                 and
                 can
                 so
                 againe
                 .
              
               
                 ●ut
                 each
                 his
                 proper
                 element
                 retayning
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hameleon
                 in
                 the
                 ayre
                 ,
                 and
                 earth
                 remaining
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ou
                 Polypus
                 at
                 sea
                 .
                 To
                 sea
                 then
                 hye
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 with
                 rich
                 promises
                 Torpedo
                 buy
              
               
                 ●o
                 our
                 close
                 seruice
                 :
                 he
                 in
                 Counsell
                 is
              
               
                 ●o
                 our
                 great
                 ●oe
                 ,
                 a
                 greater
                 friend
                 of
                 his
                 .
              
               
                 ●But
                 wealth
                 is
                 our
                 best
                 friend
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 corrupts
              
               
                 ●The
                 purest
                 minde
                 ,
                 and
                 friendship
                 interrupts
                 .
              
               
                 ●ith
                 gifts
                 and
                 promises
                 peruert
                 him
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hat
                 he
                 may
                 call
                 vs
                 friend
                 ,
                 count
                 him
                 a
                 foe
                 :
              
               
                 ●ill
                 him
                 he
                 would
                 ,
                 when
                 fitting
                 time
                 doth
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ith
                 his
                 slowe
                 touch
                 ,
                 secure
                 ,
                 bewitch
                 ,
                 benumme
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ur
                 aduersary
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 sense
                 astonish
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hat
                 it
                 may
                 seeme
                 a
                 crime
                 him
                 to
                 admonish
              
               
                 ●f
                 our
                 apparant
                 practises
                 preparing
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hilst
                 he
                 attends
                 his
                 sports
                 ,
                 no
                 danger
                 fearing
                 .
              
               
                 ●hen
                 to
                 the
                 Water-rat
                 Ichneumon
                 go●
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 you
                 to
                 Cuschill●●
                 and
                 will
                 them
                 too
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 ●hen
                 next
                 they
                 picke
                 his
                 teeth
                 ,
                 and
                 scratch
                 his
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 are
                 neere
                 him
                 still
                 at
                 euery
                 stead
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 highly
                 fauor'd
                 ,
                 (
                 chiefly
                 
                   Cuschi●●us
                   )
                
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hough
                 both
                 in
                 fee
                 and
                 pension
                 be
                 withvs
                 )
                 ,
              
               
                 ●hat
                 they
                 would
                 ioyne
                 their
                 wits
                 and
                 force
                 together
              
               
                 ●o
                 murther
                 him
                 ;
                 and
                 for
                 reward
                 come
                 hither
                 .
              
               
               
                 So
                 when
                 your
                 plots
                 he
                 closely
                 thus
                 conuey'd
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 your
                 traines
                 and
                 tew
                 in
                 order
                 laid
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 mixe
                 your selues
                 in
                 either
                 element
              
               
                 With
                 the
                 profuse
                 ,
                 the
                 needy
                 ,
                 discontent
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 desperate
                 ,
                 the
                 bloody
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 bold
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 nought
                 but
                 feare
                 do
                 from
                 rebellion
                 hold
                 ;
              
               
                 Of
                 such
                 you
                 shall
                 finde
                 many
                 in
                 this
                 State.
              
               
                 For
                 hee
                 's
                 remisse
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 all
                 businesse
                 hate
                 ,
              
               
                 Whereby
                 he
                 gets
                 contempt
                 ,
                 and
                 opens
                 wide
              
               
                 A
                 ready
                 way
                 of
                 entrance
                 vnespide
              
               
                 To
                 our
                 high
                 aimes
                 .
                 Full
                 many
                 you
                 shall
                 finde
              
               
                 Of
                 our
                 close
                 faction
                 ,
                 fitting
                 to
                 our
                 minde
                 .
              
               
                 Those
                 that
                 are
                 such
                 encourage
                 ,
                 others
                 frame
                 ,
              
               
                 A●d
                 what
                 you
                 will
                 speake
                 largely
                 in
                 our
                 name
                 ;
              
               
                 Promise
                 ,
                 and
                 sweare
                 ,
                 and
                 lye
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 things
                 fit
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 our
                 designes
                 may
                 prosper
                 by
                 our
                 wit.
              
               
                 ●way
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 the
                 rest
                 leaue
                 that
                 to
                 m●
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 spies
                 instructed
                 thus
                 fit
                 agents
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 post
                 with
                 speede
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 a
                 speed
                 too
                 good
              
               
                 Dispatch
                 all
                 Scenes
                 fit
                 for
                 the
                 Act
                 of
                 blood
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 wise
                 ,
                 learn'd
                 ,
                 valiant
                 Crocodile
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 hunting
                 hies
                 vnto
                 the
                 bank●s
                 of
                 Nile
                 :
              
               
                 Where
                 hauing
                 sported
                 long
                 ,
                 and
                 fully
                 fed
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 slow
                 Torpedo
                 strokes
                 him
                 on
                 tbe
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 Whisp●rs
                 within
                 his
                 eare
                 ,
                 and
                 charmes
                 him
                 so
              
               
                 That
                 in
                 the
                 Sun-shine
                 he
                 to
                 rest
                 must
                 go
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 as
                 he
                 goes
                 drowsie
                 and
                 reeling
                 thus
                 ,
              
               
                 Meets
                 him
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Rat
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Cu●chillus
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lowting
                 low
                 with
                 musicke
                 him
                 presents
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 antique
                 she●es
                 ,
                 and
                 mas●ing
                 meriments
                 ;
              
               
                 Striuing
                 to
                 hide
                 their
                 treason
                 with
                 such
                 Art
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 their
                 true
                 care
                 almost
                 betraid
                 their
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
               
                 ●his
                 wise
                 Alcedo
                 (
                 one
                 that
                 many
                 a
                 dish
              
               
                 ●ad
                 for
                 his
                 King
                 prepar'd
                 ,
                 of
                 dantiest
                 fish
                 )
                 ,
              
               
                 ●id
                 soone
                 suspect
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 shrill
                 voice
                 gan
                 crie
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ir
                 King
                 beware
                 ,
                 for
                 enemies
                 are
                 nie
                 ;
              
               
                 ●eware
                 of
                 him
                 that
                 's
                 busie
                 with
                 your
                 eare
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 tells
                 you
                 lies
                 ,
                 that
                 truth
                 you
                 may
                 not
                 heare
                 :
              
               
                 ●eware
                 of
                 him
                 that
                 's
                 s●ratching
                 of
                 your
                 head
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 ●eware
                 of
                 him
                 that
                 's
                 making
                 of
                 your
                 bed
                 .
              
               
                 ●eware
                 of
                 ●im
                 that
                 doth
                 extoll
                 you
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 like
                 a
                 God
                 adores
                 you
                 as
                 you
                 go
                 :
              
               
                 ●eware
                 of
                 him
                 that
                 doth
                 so
                 humbly
                 fall
              
               
                 On
                 his
                 false
                 ●nee
                 ;
                 good
                 King
                 beware
                 of
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 the
                 Crocodile
                 gan
                 looke
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 halfe
                 asleep
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 sweet
                 dreame
                 wak●d
                 ou●
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 would
                 haue
                 heard
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 charmers
                 kept
              
               
                 The
                 bird
                 away
                 by
                 force
                 ;
                 and
                 so
                 he
                 slept
                 .
              
               
                 ●e
                 slept
                 ,
                 and
                 Cuschillus
                 did
                 sing
                 the
                 while
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 pickt
                 his
                 ●eeth
                 ,
                 and
                 vsed
                 many
                 a
                 wile
              
               
                 To
                 ope
                 his
                 ouer-chap
                 (
                 for
                 onely
                 he
              
               
                 ●oth
                 moue
                 his
                 ouer-chap
                 ,
                 the
                 nether
                 we
                 )
                 :
                 
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 he
                 tickled
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 forc't
                 him
                 so
              
               
                 ●o
                 yawne
                 and
                 gape
                 :
                 then
                 Cuschillus
                 doth
                 go
              
               
                 ●nto
                 his
                 belly
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Rat
                
              
               
                 ●eapes
                 quic●ly
                 after
                 ;
                 where
                 they
                 first
                 search
                 what
              
               
                 ●lose
                 counsels
                 ,
                 secret
                 purposes
                 did
                 fill
              
               
                 His
                 darker
                 bosome
                 ,
                 were
                 they
                 good
                 or
                 ill
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 were
                 they
                 good
                 or
                 ill
                 ,
                 it
                 matters
                 not
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 pursue
                 and
                 prosecute
                 their
                 plot
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 gin
                 to
                 gnaw
                 his
                 bowels
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 rake
              
               
                 ●is
                 entrailes
                 with
                 their
                 nailes
                 ;
                 which
                 paine
                 doth
                 wake
              
               
                 ●im
                 from
                 his
                 latest
                 sleepe
                 ,
                 and
                 makes
                 him
                 crie
              
               
                 Aloud
                 this
                 counsell
                 :
                 Princes
                 see
                 ye
                 trie●
              
               
               
                 Before
                 ye
                 trust
                 ,
                 Those
                 seruants
                 that
                 be
                 ill
              
               
                 "
                 At
                 your
                 commaund
                 ,
                 for
                 others
                 money
                 will
              
               
                 "
                 Betray
                 you
                 too
                 :
                 he
                 easly
                 will
                 dispense
              
               
                 "
                 With
                 greatest
                 sinnes
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 of
                 small
                 no
                 sence
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Beware
                 of
                 such
                 as
                 flatter
                 by
                 traduction
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Thei
                 le
                 first
                 be
                 others
                 ,
                 then
                 be
                 your
                 destruction
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Beware
                 of
                 priuie
                 whisperers
                 and
                 spies
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 The
                 truth
                 they
                 tell
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 sauce
                 for
                 lies
                 .
              
               
                 Beware
                 of
                 Ledgers
                 ,
                 for
                 legerdemaine
              
               
                 With
                 others
                 beside
                 Iuglers
                 doth
                 remaine
                 :
              
               
                 "
                 And
                 cheating
                 and
                 crosse-biting
                 Great
                 ones
                 may
              
               
                 "
                 In
                 great
                 things
                 vse
                 ,
                 as
                 Little
                 ones
                 at
                 play
                 .
              
               
                 Beware
                 of
                 Clergie
                 men
                 their
                 colour
                 changing
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 each
                 place
                 with
                 lawlesse
                 freedome
                 ranging
                 .
              
               
                 Take
                 heede
                 of
                 Pensions
                 ,
                 they
                 haue
                 often
                 slept
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 priny
                 Chambers
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 Counsell
                 kept
                 .
              
               
                 
                 And
                 if
                 it
                 be
                 a
                 truth
                 which
                 some
                 haue
                 told
                 ,
              
               
                 Good
                 men
                 haue
                 had
                 large
                 sleeues
                 to
                 put
                 vp
                 gold
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 that
                 he
                 dies
                 ,
                 and
                 those
                 that
                 were
                 within
                 ,
              
               
                 Striuing
                 who
                 first
                 should
                 greatest
                 credit
                 win
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 carrying
                 newes
                 of
                 this
                 accursed
                 deede
                 ,
              
               
                 Hinder
                 each
                 other
                 in
                 their
                 hasty
                 speede
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 issuing
                 out
                 iust
                 as
                 his
                 chaps
                 did
                 close
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 their
                 reward
                 ,
                 life
                 ,
                 fame
                 ,
                 together
                 lose
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Yet
                 ill
                 report
                 findes
                 wings
                 in
                 euery
                 place
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 vnto
                 the
                 Sea-horse
                 flies
                 apace
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 (
                 making
                 too
                 much
                 hast
                 )
                 in
                 top
                 of
                 pride
                 ,
              
               
                 Nothing
                 before
                 ,
                 behinde
                 ,
                 nor
                 bout
                 him
                 spide
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 ,
                 for
                 lacke
                 of
                 care
                 ,
                 himselfe
                 betraide
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 pit-fall
                 which
                 th'
                 Egyptians
                 laid
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 he
                 doth
                 pine
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 dying
                 cries
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Who
                 liues
                 by
                 treason
                 ,
                 thus
                 by
                 treason
                 dies
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 
                   THe
                   Crocodile
                   is
                   a
                   Hieroglyphicke
                   of
                   Honour
                   or
                   Nobility
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Hippopotame
                   ,
                   of
                   Impietie
                   ,
                   Ingratitude
                   ,
                   and
                   ●enesse
                   .
                
              
               
                 1.
                 
                 These
                 two
                 haue
                 continuall
                 warre
                 :
                 and
                 in
                 that
                 ●melion
                 and
                 Pol●pus
                 (
                 the
                 types
                 of
                 subtill
                 dissimu●ion
                 ,
                 and
                 craftie
                 hypocrisie
                 )
                 ,
                 ioyne
                 with
                 Hippopotam●●ainst
                 ●ainst
                 the
                 Crocodile
                 ;
                 it
                 giues
                 honour
                 warning
                 to
                 be●re
                 of
                 such
                 who
                 adapt
                 themselues
                 to
                 please
                 humors
                 ,
                 sooth
                 grosse
                 follies
                 :
                 for
                 these
                 though
                 perhaps
                 they
                 ●me
                 of
                 their
                 colour
                 ,
                 weare
                 their
                 liueries
                 ,
                 follow
                 〈◊〉
                 religion
                 whom
                 they
                 depend
                 vpon
                 ,
                 will
                 notwith●nding
                 for
                 gaine
                 ,
                 Iudas
                 like
                 ,
                 kisse
                 and
                 betray
                 ●em
                 .
              
               
                 2.
                 
                 In
                 that
                 the
                 time
                 when
                 this
                 was
                 done
                 ,
                 is
                 said
                 to
                 in
                 peace
                 after
                 sport
                 :
                 it
                 shewes
                 that
                 Honor
                 which
                 ●ings
                 from
                 action
                 ,
                 decaies
                 with
                 affectation
                 of
                 peace
                 ,
                 ●d
                 sleepes
                 to
                 death
                 with
                 immoderate
                 pleasure
                 in
                 the
                 ●mes
                 or
                 bed
                 of
                 securitie
                 .
              
               
                 3.
                 
                 The
                 touch
                 of
                 Torpedo
                 warnes
                 Greatnesse
                 from
                 ●oth
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 beware
                 of
                 such
                 charming
                 Counsellours
                 hide
                 the
                 truth
                 of
                 dangers
                 from
                 the
                 eyes
                 of
                 States
                 .
              
               
                 4.
                 
                 Alcedos
                 warning
                 the
                 Crocodile
                 ,
                 tels
                 vs
                 no
                 danger
                 ●mes
                 without
                 a●monition
                 :
                 Wisedome
                 cries
                 out
                 in
                 ●e
                 streetes
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 our
                 owne
                 fault
                 if
                 stopping
                 our
                 eares
                 ●e
                 perish
                 wilfully
                 .
              
               
                 5.
                 
                 In
                 that
                 Ch●schillus
                 sings
                 the
                 Crocodile
                 asleepe
                 ,
                 tels
                 vs
                 ,
                 flatterie
                 is
                 the
                 ruine
                 of
                 honour
                 ;
                 yet
                 the
                 flat●rers
                 note
                 is
                 sweeter
                 ,
                 and
                 wel-commer
                 to
                 the
                 eare
                 ,
                 
                 then
                 the
                 admonition
                 of
                 friendship
                 and
                 true
                 loue
                 .
              
               
                 6.
                 
                 In
                 that
                 Ichneumon
                 and
                 Cuschillus
                 leape
                 into
                 belly
                 ,
                 it
                 shewes
                 Treason
                 will
                 pursue
                 the
                 blackest
                 p●iect
                 with
                 most
                 bloody
                 and
                 bold
                 violence
                 ;
                 and
                 〈◊〉
                 striue
                 to
                 double
                 that
                 sinne
                 with
                 slander
                 and
                 misrepo●
                 which
                 once
                 they
                 contriued
                 ,
                 applauded
                 ,
                 and
                 perh●
                 perswaded
                 Greatnesse
                 to
                 commit
                 .
              
               
                 7.
                 
                 In
                 that
                 Hippopotame
                 falls
                 into
                 the
                 Aegypti●
                 trap
                 ,
                 it
                 shewes
                 what
                 the
                 Psalmist
                 saith
                 ,
                 Who
                 dig●
                 pit
                 for
                 another
                 ,
                 falls
                 therein
                 himselfe
                 .
                 Treason
                 e●
                 betrayes
                 the
                 Traytor
                 ,
                 else
                 it
                 were
                 not
                 right
                 treason
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 man
                 enquire
                 farther
                 after
                 this
                 tale
                 ,
                 let
                 h●
                 call
                 to
                 minde
                 the
                 late
                 death
                 of
                 that
                 renowned
                 King
                 France
                 ,
                 whose
                 life
                 was
                 terrible
                 to
                 Rome
                 and
                 her
                 a●
                 her●nts
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 many
                 admonitions
                 to
                 beware
                 of
                 Iesuitic●
                 practises
                 ,
                 but
                 would
                 not
                 take
                 heede
                 ,
                 his
                 confiden●
                 might
                 rather
                 be
                 tearmed
                 presumption
                 then
                 courage
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 haue
                 heard
                 a
                 story
                 of
                 him
                 which
                 may
                 be
                 as
                 true
                 its
                 strange
                 :
                 the
                 probabilitie
                 is
                 great
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Monsieur
                   D.
                   Plessis
                
                 (
                 that
                 glorious
                 starre
                 of
                 o●
                 age
                 )
                 being
                 euer
                 bold
                 with
                 the
                 King
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 ki●
                 knew
                 him
                 honest
                 ,
                 and
                 durst
                 trust
                 him
                 farther
                 then
                 
                   Protestant
                   Prince
                
                 may
                 trust
                 a
                 
                   Popish
                   Catholike
                
                 wi●
                 safety
                 ,
                 told
                 his
                 Master
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 did
                 wond●
                 at
                 the
                 sodaine
                 repeale
                 of
                 that
                 edict
                 of
                 banishment
                 solemnly
                 made
                 by
                 the
                 Parliament
                 against
                 all
                 ●esuit●
                 vpon
                 so
                 iust
                 an
                 occasion
                 as
                 the
                 wounding
                 of
                 his
                 sacr●
                 person
                 by
                 one
                 of
                 their
                 disciples
                 .
                 He
                 humbly
                 besoug●
                 him
                 to
                 giue
                 him
                 licence
                 to
                 put
                 him
                 in
                 minde
                 ho●
                 once
                 professing
                 the
                 reformed
                 religion
                 ,
                 euen
                 in
                 arme●
                 he
                 had
                 been
                 defended
                 from
                 the
                 treacheries
                 of
                 his
                 enemies
                 
                 by
                 that
                 God
                 whose
                 cause
                 hee
                 fought
                 for
                 .
                 But
                 now
                 in
                 the
                 armes
                 of
                 peace
                 ,
                 hee
                 was
                 endangered
                 by
                 them
                 who
                 pretend
                 his
                 protection
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 they
                 thought
                 that
                 howsoeuer
                 for
                 some
                 respects
                 he
                 carried
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 in
                 loue
                 with
                 their
                 darkenesse
                 who
                 had
                 beene
                 acquainted
                 with
                 the
                 true
                 light
                 :
                 And
                 the
                 Protestants
                 thought
                 so
                 likewise
                 ,
                 the
                 rather
                 induced
                 hereunto
                 by
                 Gods
                 miraculous
                 deliuerance
                 of
                 him
                 ●rom
                 the
                 horror
                 of
                 that
                 bloody
                 attempt
                 ,
                 not
                 suffering
                 any
                 part
                 to
                 be
                 punished
                 but
                 his
                 mouth
                 with
                 which
                 hee
                 had
                 offended
                 .
                 But
                 hee
                 besought
                 him
                 to
                 remember
                 that
                 the
                 hearts
                 of
                 Kings
                 are
                 in
                 the
                 hands
                 of
                 God
                 aswell
                 as
                 their
                 heads
                 ;
                 and
                 if
                 they
                 forsake
                 or
                 forget
                 him
                 and
                 what
                 he
                 hath
                 done
                 for
                 them
                 ,
                 hee
                 in
                 Iustice
                 often
                 giues
                 them
                 ou●r
                 into
                 the
                 hands
                 of
                 their
                 enemies
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 enforce
                 no
                 man
                 to
                 beleeue
                 this
                 Narration
                 ;
                 the
                 ●robability
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 credit
                 of
                 the
                 Relator
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 ●uccesse
                 ,
                 haue
                 preuailed
                 with
                 me
                 to
                 accept
                 and
                 repor●●t
                 .
                 As
                 his
                 death
                 was
                 the
                 damnable
                 act
                 of
                 a
                 Iesuiticall
                 Assasinat
                 of
                 the
                 Romish
                 religion
                 ,
                 so
                 this
                 admonition
                 ●eares
                 the
                 shape
                 of
                 a
                 true
                 Israelit●
                 and
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 house
                 of
                 peace
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               PHAENIX
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               To
               the
               honorable
               KNIGHT
               Sr.
               ROBERT
               RICHE
               ,
               and
               his
               noble
               LADY
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   THere
                   's
                   but
                   one
                   Phaenix
                   ,
                   is
                   there
                   had
                   been
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   Your
                   names
                   had
                   stood
                   within
                   ,
                   but
                   now
                   before
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                 TH'
                 Arabian
                 Phaenix
                 ,
                 being
                 noble
                 ,
                 young
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 newly
                 from
                 his
                 fathers
                 ashes
                 sprung
                 ,
              
               
                 Seeing
                 how
                 other
                 birds
                 did
                 louers
                 take
              
               
                 Of
                 their
                 owne
                 kind
                 ,
                 would
                 needs
                 like
                 tr●●
                 ma●●
              
               
                 And
                 thought
                 by
                 what
                 good
                 course
                 he
                 might
                 preuent
              
               
                 His
                 doubted
                 ruine
                 ,
                 and
                 seeme
                 prouident
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 nature
                 (
                 as
                 he
                 iudg'd
                 )
                 defectiue
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 leauing
                 single
                 ,
                 such
                 an
                 absolute
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 meanes
                 was
                 marriage
                 ,
                 married
                 he
                 would
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 where
                 to
                 choose
                 a
                 Mate
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 see
                 :
              
               
               
                 For
                 choose
                 hee
                 might
                 and
                 please
                 his
                 curious
                 eyne
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 bird
                 made
                 suite
                 to
                 be
                 his
                 Valantine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Pehen
                 drest
                 her selfe
                 and
                 spred
                 her
                 taile
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Turkey●hen
                 aduanc'd
                 her
                 spotted
                 saile
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Turtle
                 left
                 her
                 mate
                 to
                 ioyne
                 with
                 him
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Siluer-Swan
                 ,
                 in
                 ruffled
                 pride
                 did
                 Swim
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Parakite
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Goldfinch
                   ,
                
                 ,
                 Citie
                 heires
                 ,
              
               
                 Offer'd
                 him
                 loue
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 besides
                 was
                 theirs
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 courtly
                 Pheasant
                 gaudy
                 Pop●niay
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 varied
                 coloures
                 drest
                 themselues
                 that
                 day
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 sweet
                 Canary
                 singer
                 stroue
                 t'
                 excell
              
               
                 The
                 merry-making
                 mournefull
                 Ph●lomel
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 left
                 deploring
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 mirth
                 preferre●
              
               
                 Wishing
                 the
                 Phaenix
                 would
                 haue
                 rauish't
                 her
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 these
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 besides
                 the
                 rest
                 excelling
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 woo
                 him
                 ,
                 proffer
                 loue
                 ,
                 their
                 passions
                 telling
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 all
                 in
                 vaine
                 ;
                 the
                 bird
                 of
                 Paradise
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 with
                 her
                 pleasing
                 forme
                 bewitcht
                 his
                 eyes
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 wooes
                 ,
                 and
                 winnes
                 her
                 too
                 ,
                 with
                 small
                 adoe
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Where
                 both
                 desire
                 ,
                 both
                 parties
                 seeme
                 to
                 wooe
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 who
                 would
                 not
                 desire
                 so
                 rare
                 a
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 ●ll
                 desire
                 ,
                 him
                 to
                 enioy
                 alone
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 married
                 are
                 .
                 Opinions
                 equall
                 voice
                 ,
              
               
                 Say
                 both
                 are
                 happy
                 in
                 each
                 others
                 choice
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 she
                 was
                 faire
                 ,
                 and
                 rare
                 ,
                 and
                 rich
                 ,
                 and
                 young
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wise
                 ,
                 and
                 noble
                 ,
                 and
                 full
                 sweetly
                 sung
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 ●ll
                 complete
                 she
                 was
                 ,
                 only
                 did
                 faile
                 ,
              
               
                 Hauing
                 too
                 small
                 a
                 body
                 for
                 her
                 t●ile
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 fault
                 she
                 tooke
                 by
                 kinde
                 ,
                 it
                 cost
                 her
                 nought
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 her
                 birth
                 place
                 the
                 frai●tie
                 first
                 she
                 brought
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 by
                 all
                 good
                 meanes
                 she
                 stroue
                 to
                 hide
              
               
                 This
                 naturall
                 blemi●h
                 ,
                 still
                 it
                 was
                 espide
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 spied
                 the
                 more
                 ,
                 because
                 this
                 corporall
                 ill
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 single
                 here
                 ,
                 did
                 each
                 mans
                 fancy
                 fill
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 That
                 disproportion
                 doubles
                 in
                 the
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Where
                 we
                 it
                 single
                 in
                 the
                 body
                 finde
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 it
                 fell
                 out
                 here
                 ;
                 not
                 long
                 they
                 dwelt
              
               
                 In
                 peace
                 ,
                 but
                 loues
                 fire
                 alteration
                 felt
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gan
                 to
                 slake
                 and
                 coole
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 should
                 not
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 where
                 it
                 should
                 be
                 coole
                 ,
                 it
                 waxed
                 hot
                 .
              
               
                 Shee
                 now
                 did
                 hate
                 and
                 loath
                 ,
                 the
                 sweet
                 she
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 linger
                 after
                 something
                 that
                 was
                 bad
                 .
              
               
                 Her
                 taile
                 was
                 too
                 too
                 large
                 for
                 him
                 to
                 tread
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 too
                 too
                 little
                 her
                 to
                 ouer-spread
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 ouerspread
                 her
                 body
                 was
                 not
                 much
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 her
                 insatiate
                 taile
                 ,
                 and
                 minde
                 was
                 such
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 weakest
                 stomacks
                 strongest
                 meates
                 desire
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 greatest
                 smoke
                 riseth
                 from
                 smallest
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 slender
                 wits
                 great
                 matters
                 vndertake
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 swift
                 pursuite
                 ,
                 doth
                 slow
                 performance
                 make
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 th'
                 appetite
                 ,
                 by
                 impotence
                 is
                 mou'd
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 shee
                 (
                 though
                 little
                 )
                 eu'ry
                 great
                 thing
                 lou'd
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 lou'd
                 all
                 great
                 things
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 rare
                 things
                 sought
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 she
                 had
                 that
                 she
                 esteemed
                 nought
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 had
                 what
                 others
                 long'd
                 for
                 ,
                 and
                 enioyde
              
               
                 What
                 all
                 desir'd
                 :
                 and
                 that
                 enioying
                 cloyde
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 she
                 ginnes
                 to
                 hate
                 ,
                 and
                 wish
                 in
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 fit
                 occasion
                 offer'd
                 were
                 to
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 wanting
                 such
                 ,
                 shee
                 frames
                 one
                 :
                 doth
                 traduce
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wound
                 his
                 honour
                 for
                 her
                 owne
                 excuse
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 still
                 pretending
                 modesty
                 a
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 Immodestly
                 ,
                 she
                 triall
                 claimes
                 by
                 lawes
                 .
              
               
                 Although
                 the
                 Phaenix
                 her
                 with
                 teares
                 did
                 woo
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 separation
                 sought
                 ,
                 and
                 gets
                 it
                 too
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 sentence
                 past
                 ,
                 she
                 Cynosure
                 doth
                 wed
                 ,
              
               
                 An
                 vnknowne
                 fowle
                 ,
                 by
                 th'
                 ayre
                 begot
                 and
                 bred
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 (
                 following
                 kind
                 )
                 trod
                 oft
                 ,
                 and
                 quencht
                 her
                 heate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 she
                 laid
                 oft
                 ,
                 fild
                 many
                 a
                 neast
                 and
                 seate
              
               
                 With
                 addle
                 egges
                 ;
                 but
                 neuer
                 bird
                 did
                 spring●
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 those
                 ●hells
                 ,
                 nor
                 other
                 liuing
                 thing
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 some
                 in
                 their
                 opinions
                 counted
                 wise
                 ,
              
               
                 Say
                 that
                 such
                 egges
                 do
                 hatch
                 the
                 Cockatrice
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 nothing
                 from
                 these
                 spurious
                 Embrions
                 came
              
               
                 But
                 naked
                 promises
                 ,
                 and
                 open
                 shame
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 In
                 memory
                 of
                 whose
                 vnhappy
                 wombe
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 brought
                 dead
                 fruit
                 forth
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 liuing
                 tombe
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Dead
                 fruit
                 ,
                 much
                 like
                 faire
                 apples
                 all
                 of
                 smoake
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 grow
                 in
                 Sodome
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 eaters
                 choake
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Each
                 courtly
                 lady
                 now
                 vpon
                 their
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 weare
                 a
                 bird
                 of
                 Paradise
                 ,
                 instead
              
               
                 Of
                 a
                 light
                 feather
                 ;
                 which
                 doth
                 warning
                 giue
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 free
                 from
                 lightnesse
                 ,
                 Ladies
                 ought
                 to
                 liue
                 :
              
               
                 How
                 constant
                 they
                 should
                 be
                 ,
                 how
                 firme
                 in
                 loue
                 :
              
               
                 Not
                 feather-like
                 ,
                 apt
                 with
                 each
                 breath
                 to
                 moue
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 well
                 proportion'd
                 ,
                 not
                 so
                 great
                 below
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 lesse
                 in
                 shew
                 ,
                 and
                 more
                 in
                 truth
                 to
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 fit
                 the
                 bottome
                 with
                 an
                 equall
                 saile
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 not
                 to
                 ouer-top
                 the
                 head
                 with
                 taile
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 this
                 it
                 tells
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 shew
                 beside
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 How
                 addle
                 egges
                 spring
                 out
                 of
                 lust
                 ,
                 and
                 pride
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 How
                 noble
                 houses
                 by
                 ignoble
                 deeds
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Bury
                 themselues
                 and
                 their
                 owne
                 ruine
                 br●eds
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 How
                 beautie
                 and
                 all
                 vert●es
                 of
                 the
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Conioynde
                 with
                 wealth
                 ,
                 adorne
                 not
                 woman
                 kinde
                 :
              
               
                 "
                 Except
                 with
                 these
                 ,
                 true
                 chastitie
                 be
                 plac'd
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 And
                 that
                 againe
                 ,
                 by
                 modesty
                 be
                 grac'd
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 now
                 I
                 will
                 proceede
                 to
                 tell
                 my
                 story
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 sad
                 the
                 Phaenix
                 was
                 in
                 minde
                 ,
                 how
                 sory
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 so
                 sleighted
                 and
                 so
                 ill
                 respected
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 her
                 for
                 whose
                 sake
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 all
                 neglected
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 wounds
                 his
                 heart
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 resolues
                 too
                 late
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 second
                 matches
                 for
                 the
                 first
                 to
                 hate
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 liue
                 alone
                 ,
                 and
                 neuer
                 mor●
                 to
                 minde
              
               
                 Fond
                 alteration
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 course
                 of
                 kinde
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 griefe
                 perp●ex't
                 him
                 so
                 ,
                 he
                 fear'd
                 to
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 E●●●e
                 were
                 fitted
                 for
                 posteritie
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 his
                 neast
                 vnmade
                 ,
                 he
                 quickly
                 might
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 nam●
                 ,
                 and
                 memory
                 loose
                 out-right
              
               
                 This
                 to
                 pre●ent
                 ,
                 his
                 ●light
                 he
                 nimbly
                 takes
              
               
                 O're
                 hill●s
                 and
                 dales
                 ,
                 o're
                 desarts
                 ,
                 riu●rs
                 ,
                 lakes
                 ,
              
               
                 O're
                 kingdomes
                 ,
                 countries
                 ,
                 bounding
                 East
                 and
                 West
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 spices
                 gathers
                 vp
                 to
                 build
                 his
                 neast
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 made
                 ,
                 and
                 finding
                 still
                 ●is
                 former
                 griefe
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 cur'd
                 but
                 growing
                 desperate
                 of
                 reliefe
                 ,
              
               
                 Him
                 better
                 seem'd
                 by
                 p●iuiledge
                 of
                 kinde
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 kill
                 his
                 body
                 ,
                 and
                 renue
                 his
                 minde
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 leaue
                 g●iefe
                 where
                 it
                 breeds
                 with
                 earth
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ●ecr●ate
                 his
                 spirit
                 with
                 spritly
                 birth
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Li●●●re
                 ,
                 which
                 touching
                 powder
                 straight
                 resolues
              
               
                 T●●
                 grosser
                 parts
                 ;
                 and
                 eac●
                 it selfe
                 inuolues
              
               
                 In
                 its
                 owne
                 element
                 )
                 then
                 so
                 t'
                 out
                 weare
              
               
                 And
                 tyre
                 away
                 with
                 griefe
                 sixe
                 hundred
                 yeare
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 For
                 so
                 long
                 liues
                 the
                 Phae●ix
                 )
                 but
                 thought
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 So
                 long
                 ●e
                 dies
                 that
                 liues
                 in
                 miserie
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 ●herefore
                 soone
                 betakes
                 him
                 to
                 his
                 neast
                 ,
              
               
                 Wherefore-prep●r'd
                 he
                 finds
                 his
                 funerall
                 drest
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sun
                 shi●es
                 bright
                 and
                 hot
                 ,
                 he
                 with
                 his
                 wings
              
               
                 Makes
                 more
                 the
                 heate
                 :
                 &
                 sparkling
                 diamond
                 brings
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Whose
                 strong
                 reflection
                 ,
                 or
                 retention
                 rather
              
               
                 Either
                 beates
                 backe
                 the
                 heate
                 ,
                 or
                 heate
                 doth
                 gather
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 kindled
                 (
                 like
                 dri'd
                 leaues
                 with
                 burning
                 glasses
                 )
              
               
                 Consumes
                 the
                 neast
                 ,
                 and
                 bird
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 to
                 ashes
                 .
              
               
                 Vpon
                 these
                 ashes
                 fruitfull
                 dewes
                 descend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 hot
                 Sun
                 his
                 actiue
                 beames
                 do
                 b●nd
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 heate
                 and
                 moisture
                 twixt
                 them
                 procreate
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 silly
                 worme
                 vnlike
                 the
                 bird
                 in
                 state
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 time
                 doth
                 giue
                 it
                 growth
                 ,
                 and
                 shape
                 ,
                 and
                 feathers
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 still
                 perfection
                 from
                 each
                 houre
                 it
                 gathers
                 .
              
               
                 Till
                 to
                 the
                 former
                 equall
                 it
                 appeares
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 rather
                 all
                 one
                 bird
                 ,
                 except
                 in
                 yeares
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 rauenous
                 Vulture
                 wondring
                 long
                 had
                 stood
              
               
                 To
                 marke
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 within
                 a
                 neighbour
                 wood
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 hauing
                 seene
                 ,
                 ambition
                 pricks
                 her
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 she
                 resolues
                 what'euer
                 power
                 saith
                 no
                 ,
              
               
                 Example
                 and
                 direction
                 hence
                 to
                 take
                 ,
              
               
                 Her selfe
                 and
                 hers
                 all
                 Phaenixes
                 to
                 make
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 calls
                 she
                 first
                 the
                 Hee
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 the
                 young
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 gan
                 speake
                 to
                 them
                 with
                 rauisht
                 tounge
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 much
                 my
                 power
                 hath
                 done
                 ,
                 how
                 much
                 my
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 know
                 ,
                 yet
                 know
                 some
                 repetition
                 fit
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 do
                 the
                 Eagle
                 rule
                 ,
                 (
                 the
                 birds
                 braue
                 King
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 worke
                 him
                 to
                 my
                 minde
                 in
                 euery
                 thing
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 preyes
                 on
                 whom
                 I
                 list
                 ;
                 still
                 on
                 the
                 best
                 ;
              
               
                 Eates
                 what
                 I
                 stint
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 leaues
                 you
                 the
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 gouerne
                 euery
                 Hawke
                 ,
                 or
                 bird
                 of
                 prey
                 ;
              
               
                 Such
                 as
                 confront
                 the
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 me
                 obay
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 me
                 sharer
                 in
                 their
                 richest
                 prize
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 how
                 to
                 please
                 me
                 best
                 ,
                 best
                 meanes
                 deuise
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 that
                 despise
                 Religion
                 ,
                 scorne
                 all
                 law
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 binde
                 all
                 other
                 birds
                 to
                 both
                 by
                 awe
                 :
              
               
               
                 To
                 both
                 for
                 my
                 aduantage
                 ,
                 else
                 you
                 know
              
               
                 I
                 can
                 prophane
                 the
                 Temple
                 well
                 enough
                 ;
              
               
                 Pollute
                 the
                 Altar
                 ;
                 search
                 the
                 graue
                 ,
                 each
                 tombe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 dig
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 priuiledged
                 wombe
              
               
                 Of
                 hallow'd
                 earth
                 ,
                 dainties
                 for
                 you
                 to
                 lurch
                 ,
              
               
                 Mans
                 flesh
                 ,
                 enshrined
                 in
                 the
                 sacred
                 Church
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 know
                 I
                 foster
                 Souldiers
                 not
                 for
                 loue
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 to
                 breed
                 warres
                 ;
                 the
                 slaine
                 my
                 prey
                 still
                 proue
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 sorts
                 ,
                 professions
                 ,
                 kinds
                 ,
                 I
                 prey
                 vpon
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 their
                 sweete
                 slesh
                 is
                 turn'd
                 to
                 carrion
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 carrion
                 is
                 my
                 food
                 ,
                 let
                 others
                 kill
              
               
                 And
                 hazzard
                 life
                 for
                 life
                 ,
                 we
                 safely
                 will
              
               
                 Eate
                 the
                 vnfortunate
                 ,
                 the
                 weake
                 ,
                 distressed
                 ,
              
               
                 Whom
                 want
                 enfeebled
                 ,
                 mightie
                 power
                 oppressed
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 our
                 practise
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 cald
                 ye
                 now
              
               
                 For
                 higher
                 aimes
                 :
                 to
                 giue
                 you
                 notice
                 how
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 aspire
                 in
                 royaltie
                 and
                 pride
              
               
                 Aboue
                 the
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 birds
                 beside
                 .
              
               
                 Much
                 time
                 ,
                 much
                 study
                 ,
                 with
                 full
                 large
                 ●xpence
                 ,
              
               
                 Haue
                 I
                 bestowed
                 ,
                 to
                 gain●
                 intelligence
              
               
                 Of
                 a
                 rare
                 secret
                 ,
                 which
                 exceedeth
                 farre
              
               
                 Th'
                 Alchi●isters
                 Idol
                 ,
                 call'd
                 th'
                 Elixar
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 ,
                 to
                 vnderstand
                 and
                 know
                 aright
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 course
                 to
                 take
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 we
                 compasse
                 might
              
               
                 The
                 glorious
                 eminence
                 ,
                 the
                 singular
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 famous
                 Phaenix
                 hath
                 in
                 euery
                 place
                 :
              
               
                 How
                 to
                 attaine
                 her
                 nature
                 ,
                 beauty
                 ,
                 state
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 without
                 copulatio●
                 procreate
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 l●ngth
                 my
                 wit
                 ,
                 my
                 industry
                 ,
                 and
                 chance
              
               
                 Concurring
                 ,
                 did
                 this
                 happinesse
                 aduance●
              
               
                 For
                 watching
                 lately
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 often
                 did
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 desart
                 vast
                 ,
                 among
                 thicke
                 bushes
                 hid
                 ,
              
               
               
                 I
                 saw
                 (
                 vnseene
                 )
                 the
                 mysterie
                 throughout
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 can
                 resolue
                 each
                 rite
                 ,
                 each
                 scrupulous
                 doubt
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 circumstance
                 were
                 needlesse
                 ,
                 whil'st
                 the
                 fact
              
               
                 Shall
                 manifest
                 each
                 seuerall
                 Scene
                 ,
                 and
                 act
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 happy
                 issue
                 ;
                 and
                 accomplish
                 so
              
               
                 Our
                 wishes
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 shall
                 amazed
                 goe
                 ;
              
               
                 Amazed
                 goe
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 our selues
                 so
                 low
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 soone
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 pitch
                 of
                 glory
                 grow
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 soone
                 translated
                 ,
                 metamorphosed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 new
                 created
                 from
                 the
                 foot
                 to
                 head
                 :
              
               
                 Beyond
                 our
                 hopes
                 ,
                 report
                 ,
                 the
                 present
                 station
              
               
                 Of
                 other
                 birds
                 ,
                 almost
                 to
                 adoration
                 .
              
               
                 Enquire
                 not
                 how
                 ,
                 but
                 each
                 prepare
                 t'
                 obay
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 I
                 command
                 ;
                 performance
                 leads
                 the
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 Hie
                 on
                 ,
                 hie
                 all
                 ,
                 to
                 seuerall
                 quarters
                 flie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 through
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 make
                 a
                 scrutinie
              
               
                 For
                 aromatick
                 drugges
                 ,
                 perfuming
                 spices
                 ,
              
               
                 Rare
                 pretious
                 stones
                 ,
                 rich
                 iewels
                 ,
                 strange
                 deuices
                 .
              
               
                 Bring
                 them
                 together
                 ,
                 lay
                 them
                 on
                 this
                 hill
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 successe
                 refer
                 to
                 my
                 deep
                 skill
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 young
                 ones
                 all
                 obayde
                 ,
                 but
                 then
                 the
                 Male
              
               
                 Staid
                 long
                 t'
                 enquire
                 the
                 reason
                 of
                 this
                 tale
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 long
                 he
                 durst
                 not
                 stay
                 ,
                 lest
                 shee
                 from
                 thence
              
               
                 Should
                 beate
                 him
                 for
                 his
                 arrogant
                 offence
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 females
                 of
                 all
                 rauening
                 fowles
                 beare
                 sway
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 blacke
                 Vulture
                 is
                 a
                 bird
                 of
                 prey
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 male
                 ne're
                 meddles
                 with
                 young
                 ,
                 meat
                 ,
                 or
                 nest
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 shee
                 commands
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 sits
                 like
                 a
                 guest
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 seeing
                 her
                 incenst
                 ,
                 away
                 doth
                 post
              
               
                 Ore
                 many
                 Seas
                 ,
                 and
                 many
                 an
                 vnknowne
                 Coast
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 surueyes
                 from
                 East
                 to
                 West
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 North
                 to
                 South
                 ,
                 and
                 gathers
                 what
                 is
                 best
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Sweet
                 odoriferous
                 spices
                 ,
                 amber-greece
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Castors
                 stones
                 ,
                 the
                 Ermins
                 spotted
                 fleene
                 ,
              
               
                 Rich
                 Luzerns
                 ,
                 Sables
                 ,
                 Martins
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 horee
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 most
                 precious-seld-seen
                 V●icorne
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Musk-cats
                 cod
                 ,
                 with
                 Rubies
                 blushing
                 red
                 ,
              
               
                 Quick-sparkling
                 Diamonds
                 cutting
                 glasse
                 like
                 lead
                 ;
              
               
                 Bright
                 shining
                 Carbuncles
                 ,
                 and
                 Saphires
                 blew
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Iasp●r
                 ,
                 Iacynth
                 ;
                 Emerals
                 greene
                 in
                 view
                 ;
              
               
                 Perspicuous
                 Christall
                 ,
                 orient
                 Pearles
                 large
                 ,
                 round
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Gold
                 ,
                 for
                 which
                 man
                 doth
                 the
                 Center
                 sound
                 ;
              
               
                 Blacke
                 ,
                 white
                 ,
                 greene
                 ,
                 marble
                 ;
                 in-laid
                 Porphyrie
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Alablasters
                 for
                 Imagerie
                 :
              
               
                 Truth-trying
                 Touch-stones
                 ,
                 making
                 things
                 distinct
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 what
                 rariety
                 else
                 within
                 precinct
              
               
                 Of
                 ample
                 Nature
                 dwels
                 ,
                 they
                 hither
                 brought
                 ;
              
               
                 With
                 which
                 a
                 curious
                 neast
                 shee
                 neatly
                 wrought
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 match
                 whose
                 wealth
                 remaining
                 earth
                 was
                 base
                 .
              
               
                 Her
                 s●lfe
                 ,
                 Mate
                 ,
                 yong
                 ,
                 each
                 by
                 themselues
                 had
                 place
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 most
                 royall
                 building
                 .
                 Then
                 in
                 state
              
               
                 Her selfe
                 sate
                 downe
                 ,
                 and
                 next
                 her
                 musing
                 Mate
                 .
              
               
                 Her
                 young
                 ones
                 ,
                 then
                 in
                 orde●
                 ,
                 One
                 by
                 One
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 Sunne
                 shin'd
                 hot
                 on
                 euery
                 stone
              
               
                 The
                 spice
                 gan
                 kindle
                 .
                 Now
                 quoth
                 shee
                 I
                 finde
              
               
                 My selfe
                 halfe
                 made
                 immortall
                 changing
                 kinde
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fire
                 flam'd
                 fiercer
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 sing'd
                 their
                 wings
                 :
              
               
                 Be
                 constant
                 Sirs
                 quoth
                 shee
                 ,
                 you
                 shall
                 be
                 Kings
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Gold
                 crownes
                 are
                 heauy
                 ,
                 toyle
                 is
                 hard
                 but
                 gainfull
                 ;
              
               
                 "
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 excellent
                 sweet
                 but
                 first
                 is
                 painfull
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 would
                 haue
                 flowne
                 away
                 ,
                 but
                 't
                 was
                 too
                 late
                 .
              
               
                 Quoth
                 shee
                 the
                 Phaenix
                 dies
                 to
                 liue
                 in
                 state
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 With
                 that
                 she
                 sinkes
                 ,
                 her
                 neast
                 and
                 all
                 combust
              
               
                 Her
                 glorious
                 hopes
                 ,
                 and
                 proiects
                 turn'd
                 to
                 dust
                 .
              
               
               
                 Which
                 tells
                 vs
                 this
                 :
                 Pride
                 still
                 doth
                 ouer-build
                 .
              
               
                 ●Folly
                 is
                 not
                 in
                 architecture
                 skill'd
                 .
              
               
                 ●Wit
                 frames
                 his
                 Plot
                 according
                 to
                 his
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 ●And
                 to
                 a
                 small
                 house
                 makes
                 no
                 lofty
                 gate
                 .
              
               
                 ●But
                 ouer-bold
                 Ambition
                 fires
                 her
                 neast
                 ,
              
               
                 ●And
                 proues
                 her
                 houses
                 shame
                 ,
                 her
                 house
                 a
                 ieast
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Phaenix
                 betokens
                 vnitie
                 in
                 Religion
                 .
                 This
                 was
                 proper
                 to
                 the
                 Iew●s
                 ,
                 but
                 they
                 forsooke
                 it
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 bird
                 of
                 Paradice
                 did
                 the
                 Phaenix
                 .
                 Then
                 it
                 came
                 to
                 the
                 Gentiles
                 and
                 seemed
                 to
                 returne
                 to
                 its
                 owne
                 nature
                 to
                 be
                 vniuersall
                 ,
                 not
                 tyed
                 to
                 place
                 ,
                 or
                 Nation
                 ,
                 or
                 person
                 .
                 The
                 Phaenix
                 died
                 ,
                 and
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 ashes
                 arose
                 a
                 new
                 Phae●ix
                 .
                 Christ
                 came
                 not
                 to
                 destroy
                 but
                 fulfill
                 the
                 Law.
                 The
                 old
                 faith
                 remaines
                 which
                 was
                 first
                 preached
                 in
                 Paradice
                 ,
                 the
                 ceremonies
                 only
                 are
                 abolish●d
                 by
                 the
                 pr●sence
                 of
                 the
                 thing
                 signified
                 .
                 That
                 seems
                 another
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 the
                 same
                 truth
                 .
                 Wee
                 Christians
                 possesse
                 what
                 the
                 Iewes
                 expected
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 diuorced
                 (
                 with
                 the
                 bird
                 of
                 Paradice
                 )
                 for
                 their
                 vnfaithfulnesse
                 and
                 vnbeleefe
                 ;
                 now
                 they
                 are
                 wedded
                 to
                 the
                 Cynosure
                 their
                 owne
                 wils
                 and
                 stiffe-necked
                 opinions
                 and
                 traditions
                 .
                 They
                 tread
                 and
                 cac●le
                 ,
                 and
                 lay
                 egges
                 ;
                 addle
                 egges
                 or
                 rather
                 adders
                 egges
                 ,
                 egges
                 of
                 winde
                 without
                 fruit
                 ,
                 which
                 neuer
                 proue
                 birds
                 .
                 They
                 expect
                 in
                 vaine
                 an
                 other
                 Messias
                 to
                 saue
                 them
                 ,
                 till
                 the
                 true
                 Messias
                 is
                 ready
                 to
                 come
                 to
                 iudge
                 them
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 a
                 scattred
                 people
                 ,
                 hatefull
                 to
                 all
                 where
                 they
                 inhabite
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 ●Vulture
                 and
                 her
                 brood
                 is
                 the
                 Clergie
                 of
                 Rome
                 ;
                 where
                 the
                 shee
                 or
                 female
                 preuailes
                 .
                 Shee
                 will
                 be
                 called
                 the
                 Mother
                 Church
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 truly
                 the
                 whore
                 of
                 Babylon
                 ,
                 the
                 malignant
                 Church
                 ,
                 the
                 Aduersarie
                 ,
                 the
                 Antichrist
                 .
                 Shee
                 builds
                 to
                 her
                 owne
                 ruine
                 ,
                 her
                 power
                 and
                 policie
                 shall
                 ouerthrow
                 it selfe
                 .
                 Shee
                 shall
                 burne
                 in
                 her
                 owne
                 nest
                 .
                 Let
                 all
                 such
                 therefore
                 as
                 loue
                 the
                 truth
                 ,
                 and
                 would
                 saue
                 their
                 soules
                 ,
                 come
                 out
                 of
                 her
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               VNIO
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               TO
               THE
               TRVE
               LOVER
               OF
               HIS
               COVNTRY
               Sr.
               ARTHVR
               HEVENINGHAM
               Knight
               ,
               and
               his
               truly
               Religious
               LADY
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   YOV
                   know
                   the
                   moodes
                   of
                   Men
                   ,
                   the
                   tempers
                   too
                
                 
                   Of
                   Climes
                   ,
                   of
                   States
                   ,
                   of
                   Elements
                   ;
                   Then
                   who
                
                 
                   May
                   better
                   read
                   this
                   tale
                   ?
                   The
                   minde
                   that
                   's
                   free
                
                 
                   Can
                   iudge
                   diseases
                   ,
                   and
                   distempers
                   see
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 THE
                 
                   Mole
                   ,
                   Chamelion
                
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Salamander
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 neere
                 the
                 Ocean
                 they
                 together
                 wander
                 ,
              
               
                 Spying
                 at
                 sea
                 the
                 Lamprey
                 ,
                 haild
                 him
                 thus●
              
               
                 Good
                 day
                 my
                 friend
                 to
                 you
                 and
                 eke
                 to
                 vs.
              
               
                 We
                 three
                 are
                 met
                 to
                 argue
                 and
                 debate
              
               
                 Which
                 of
                 vs
                 liueth
                 in
                 the
                 happiest
                 state
                 ;
              
               
                 Whether
                 the
                 ayre
                 ,
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 or
                 fire
                 doth
                 giue
              
               
                 To
                 what
                 they
                 breed
                 best
                 sustenance
                 to
                 liue
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 we
                 would
                 gladly
                 heare
                 how
                 farre
                 the
                 sea
              
               
                 May
                 with
                 fire
                 ,
                 ayre
                 ,
                 and
                 earth
                 compared
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 happily
                 we
                 met
                 as
                 we
                 would
                 wish
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 a
                 prompt
                 ,
                 deep
                 diuing
                 ,
                 subtle
                 fish
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ablest
                 to
                 resolue
                 vs.
                 Come
                 then
                 show
              
               
                 The
                 life
                 you
                 lead
                 ,
                 and
                 learne
                 our
                 liues
                 to
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lamprey
                 soone
                 consents
                 .
                 And
                 first
                 the
                 Mole
              
               
                 
                 Doth
                 thus
                 begin
                 .
                 Deare
                 friends
                 I
                 left
                 my
                 hole
              
               
                 To
                 breath
                 the
                 open
                 ayre
                 (
                 whose
                 light
                 I
                 hate
                 )
              
               
                 T'
                 acquaint
                 yee
                 with
                 the
                 blessings
                 of
                 my
                 state
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 perswade
                 ye
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 loue
                 your
                 rest
              
               
                 To
                 liue
                 with
                 me
                 in
                 peace
                 ,
                 and
                 plenty
                 blest
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 fits
                 me
                 first
                 to
                 speake
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 had
                 first
              
               
                 My
                 being
                 ,
                 long
                 before
                 the
                 earth
                 was
                 curst
                 .
              
               
                 Darkenesse
                 was
                 not
                 created
                 ;
                 t
                 is
                 as
                 old
              
               
                 As
                 that
                 great
                 workeman
                 which
                 the
                 whole
                 doth
                 mold
              
               
                 But
                 light
                 was
                 made
                 long
                 after
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 ignorance
                 is
                 elder
                 then
                 to
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 workmans
                 selfe
                 in
                 cloudy
                 darknes
                 keeps
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 no
                 eye
                 sees
                 or
                 when
                 he
                 wakes
                 or
                 sleepes
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 loues
                 not
                 euery
                 curious
                 foole
                 should
                 see
              
               
                 What
                 ioyes
                 ,
                 what
                 treasures
                 ,
                 in
                 obliuion
                 bee
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 worthy
                 Grecian
                 would
                 haue
                 learn'd
                 that
                 Art
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 ignorance
                 is
                 wisdoms
                 better
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 all
                 was
                 Chaos
                 first
                 the
                 Center
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 solide
                 parts
                 ,
                 call'd
                 Earth
                 .
                 The
                 flood
              
               
                 Was
                 next
                 being
                 ponderous
                 .
                 The
                 ayre
                 flew
                 higher
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 a
                 hedge
                 to
                 all
                 was
                 placed
                 fire
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 first
                 was
                 plac'd
                 was
                 worthiest
                 ,
                 &
                 brought
                 fort●
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 of
                 creatures
                 ,
                 and
                 best
                 things
                 of
                 worth
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 first
                 it
                 brought
                 forth
                 things
                 that
                 were
                 below
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 roote
                 had
                 life
                 ,
                 before
                 the
                 fruit
                 did
                 g●ow
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 we
                 (
                 earths
                 darlings
                 )
                 had
                 our
                 shape
                 within
              
               
                 Ere
                 you
                 without
                 .
                 Nor
                 doe
                 th'
                 effects
                 of
                 sin
              
               
                 (
                 Ambitious
                 sin
                 which
                 light
                 and'knowledge
                 sought
              
               
                 And
                 (
                 fondly
                 curious
                 )
                 blinde
                 obedience
                 thought
              
               
                 A
                 base
                 director
                 )
                 so
                 afflict
                 and
                 kill
              
               
                 Vs
                 h●re
                 within
                 ;
                 as
                 you
                 who
                 share
                 in
                 ill
              
               
                 Of
                 punishment
                 and
                 guilt
                 ,
                 with
                 foolish
                 man
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 no
                 way
                 from
                 his
                 rule
                 acquit
                 ye
                 can
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 dwell
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 dye
                 with
                 him
                 .
                 But
                 we
              
               
                 Are
                 earth
                 by
                 nature
                 ,
                 procreated
                 free
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 our
                 forefathers
                 customes
                 still
                 obay
                 ,
              
               
                 Doe
                 as
                 they
                 did
                 ,
                 and
                 follow
                 their
                 blind
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 Not
                 striuing
                 busily
                 our
                 wits
                 t'
                 approue
              
               
                 By
                 searching
                 doubts
                 ,
                 but
                 rather
                 shew
                 our
                 loue
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 louing
                 eu●n
                 their
                 errors
                 that
                 are
                 gone
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Or
                 reuerently
                 beleeuing
                 they
                 had
                 none
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 dyet
                 is
                 most
                 choice
                 ,
                 on
                 rootes
                 to
                 feed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rellish
                 first
                 the
                 sweet
                 of
                 euery
                 seed
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 liue
                 on
                 th'
                 excrement
                 ,
                 and
                 do
                 not
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 fundamentall
                 vertue
                 springs
                 below
                 .
              
               
                 Besides
                 you
                 liue
                 like
                 slaues
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 am
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 bloudy-minded
                 Man
                 oft
                 seeks
                 for
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lyo●
                 did
                 pretend
                 because
                 I
                 haue
              
               
                 Foure
                 feet
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 by
                 nature
                 was
                 his
                 slaue
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 call'd
                 for
                 this
                 a
                 Councell
                 ,
                 sent
                 for
                 me
              
               
                 To
                 sweare
                 to
                 his
                 seruile
                 supremacie
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 (
                 refusing
                 th'
                 othe
                 )
                 to
                 spite
                 him
                 more
              
               
                 Did
                 vndermine
                 his
                 Councell-chamber
                 flore
              
               
                 And
                 had
                 not
                 light
                 (
                 damn
                 d
                 light
                 )
                 my
                 plot
                 bewraide●
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 to
                 hell
                 s●nke
                 by
                 the
                 traine
                 I
                 laide
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 light
                 discouered
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 since
                 that
                 deed
              
               
                 I
                 loath
                 light
                 more
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 in
                 darknesse
                 breed
                 .
              
               
               
                 Darknes
                 thou
                 sweet
                 companion
                 ,
                 friend
                 of
                 sleepe
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 I
                 delight
                 in
                 thee
                 .
                 With
                 thee
                 doth
                 keepe
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 man
                 seeks
                 for
                 ,
                 euery
                 secret
                 plot
                 ,
              
               
                 Darke
                 mysterie
                 ,
                 close
                 sttatagem
                 ;
                 what
                 not
                 ?
              
               
                 Inuisible
                 wealth
                 ,
                 with
                 treasures
                 manifold
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 chiefe
                 Mans
                 soule
                 ,
                 his
                 god
                 ,
                 almighty
                 gold
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Man
                 knowes
                 well
                 ,
                 and
                 knowing
                 learnes
                 of
                 me
              
               
                 To
                 dig
                 and
                 delue
                 till
                 in
                 his
                 graue
                 he
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 all
                 proclaime
                 him
                 happy
                 :
                 say
                 he
                 is
              
               
                 
                 At
                 peace
                 and
                 rest
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 emoy
                 all
                 blisse
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 say
                 truth
                 :
                 for
                 he
                 returnes
                 againe
              
               
                 To
                 his
                 first
                 being
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 so
                 remaine
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Contentment
                 with
                 darke
                 ignorance
                 doth
                 dwell
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 And
                 light
                 and
                 knowledge
                 only
                 maketh
                 hell
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 without
                 farther
                 strife
                 liue
                 all
                 with
                 mee
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 you
                 will
                 taste
                 no
                 paines
                 ,
                 nor
                 errors
                 see
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 changeable
                 Chamelion
                 laught
                 out-right
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 heare
                 the
                 blinde
                 Mole
                 raile
                 so
                 much
                 at
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 said
                 ;
                 Your
                 darker
                 spirits
                 can't
                 conceiue
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 blessed
                 fruit
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 from
                 light
                 receiue
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 fooles
                 depend
                 on
                 faith
                 implicatiue
                 ,
              
               
                 Wise-men
                 into
                 the
                 depth
                 of
                 truth
                 will
                 diue
                 .
              
               
                 Darknesse
                 and
                 ignorance
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 suppose
              
               
                 
                 Had
                 an
                 eternall
                 being
                 ,
                 are
                 the
                 foes
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 eternall
                 beings
                 ;
                 and
                 indeed
              
               
                 Are
                 voide
                 in
                 nature
                 without
                 fruit
                 ,
                 root
                 ,
                 seed
                 .
              
               
                 Darknesse
                 is
                 but
                 the
                 absence
                 of
                 cleare
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 error
                 is
                 the
                 ignorance
                 of
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 these
                 two
                 are
                 vacuities
                 ,
                 want
                 being
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 seene
                 by
                 others
                 ,
                 nor
                 yet
                 others
                 seeing
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 springs
                 ;
                 something
                 there
                 was
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 this
                 vniuersall
                 frame
                 ,
                 this
                 Masse
              
               
               
                 Of
                 strange
                 agreeing
                 contrarieties
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 essence
                 :
                 and
                 't
                 was
                 something
                 that
                 had
                 eyes
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 sure
                 it
                 was
                 not
                 ignorance
                 ,
                 nor
                 night
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 could
                 not
                 see
                 to
                 order
                 things
                 so
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 it
                 was
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 wisedome
                 ,
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 truth
                 ,
              
               
                 Figur'd
                 in
                 mature
                 age
                 ,
                 and
                 actiue
                 youth
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 priuiledge
                 you
                 plead
                 ,
                 Antiquitie
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Proues
                 onely
                 ,
                 that
                 of
                 old
                 you
                 vs
                 de
                 to
                 lye
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 all
                 truth
                 you
                 hate
                 ,
                 for
                 truth
                 doth
                 run
              
               
                 Still
                 to
                 the
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 the
                 light
                 do
                 shun
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 where
                 you
                 challenge
                 your
                 creation
                 first
                 ;
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 like
                 ,
                 Nature
                 would
                 make
                 the
                 worst
              
               
                 Before
                 the
                 best
                 ;
                 except
                 this
                 can
                 preferre
              
               
                 Your
                 claime
                 ,
                 that
                 as
                 young
                 workemen
                 vse
                 to
                 erre
              
               
                 In
                 their
                 first
                 workes
                 ;
                 so
                 Nature
                 first
                 did
                 try
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 right
                 eyes
                 ,
                 by
                 making
                 yours
                 awry
                 .
              
               
                 Much
                 rather
                 truth
                 it
                 is
                 ,
                 she
                 did
                 bestow
                 ,
              
               
                 Labour
                 in
                 framing
                 others
                 ;
                 but
                 for
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 She
                 left
                 you
                 to
                 corruption
                 ,
                 night
                 ,
                 and
                 chance
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 made
                 you●
                 eies
                 such
                 ,
                 such
                 your
                 countenance
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 your
                 tame-blinde
                 obedience
                 well
                 befits
              
               
                 Such
                 earth-bred
                 ,
                 doltish
                 ,
                 dull
                 ,
                 and
                 sluggish
                 wits
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 ayerie
                 Spirits
                 acquainted
                 with
                 the
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 Will
                 not
                 be
                 led
                 by
                 custome
                 from
                 the
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 loue
                 ,
                 no
                 friends
                 ,
                 no
                 predecessor
                 shall
              
               
                 Peruert
                 their
                 iudgements
                 ;
                 they
                 examine
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 food
                 ye
                 boast
                 to
                 eat
                 boast
                 still
                 ;
              
               
                 No
                 root
                 ,
                 herbe
                 ,
                 fruit
                 of
                 yours
                 ,
                 I
                 handle
                 will.
              
               
                 They
                 are
                 corr●pted
                 .
                 Ayre
                 doth
                 only
                 giue
              
               
                 True
                 nourishment
                 ,
                 and
                 happiest
                 meanes
                 to
                 liue
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 sick-man
                 shewes
                 this
                 ,
                 who
                 the
                 weather
                 fayre
                 ,
              
               
                 Remooues
                 for
                 health
                 ,
                 from
                 close
                 to
                 th'
                 open
                 ayre
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 light
                 ,
                 your
                 death
                 doth
                 it
                 approoue
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 onl●
                 then
                 your
                 eyes
                 are
                 seen
                 to
                 moue
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 you
                 begin
                 to
                 see
                 ,
                 and
                 loath
                 the
                 kinde
              
               
                 Which
                 being
                 blind
                 themselues
                 brought
                 you
                 vp
                 blind
                 ,
              
               
                 Bereauing
                 you
                 of
                 many
                 a
                 bles●ed
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 we
                 enioy
                 ,
                 ●ho
                 loue
                 and
                 liue
                 in
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 freedom
                 from
                 all
                 beasts
                 I
                 like
                 .
                 T'
                 is
                 ill
              
               
                 ●o
                 be
                 s●bi●cted
                 to
                 anothers
                 will
                 :
              
               
                 
                 B●t
                 that
                 to
                 your
                 superiors
                 I
                 do
                 hate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 am
                 exilde
                 from
                 euery
                 state
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 liue
                 a
                 poore
                 thin
                 creature
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 ayer
                 ;
              
               
                 My selfe
                 I
                 feed
                 with
                 hopes
                 ,
                 others
                 with
                 prayer
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 eyes
                 I
                 oft
                 lift
                 vp
                 ,
                 and
                 roole
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 D●siring
                 to
                 be
                 s●en
                 to
                 be
                 d●uout
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 neither
                 with
                 my
                 bulke
                 ,
                 nor
                 with
                 my
                 backe
              
               
                 Supply
                 the
                 l●ast
                 defect
                 of
                 others
                 lacke
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 beare
                 no
                 Wooli
                 to
                 clothe
                 ,
                 no
                 flesh
                 to
                 feed
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 sh●ep
                 ,
                 and
                 Calues
                 ,
                 relecue
                 the
                 poore
                 that
                 need
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 rauisht
                 go
                 with
                 a
                 distracted
                 looke
                 ,
              
               
                 A●d
                 turne
                 my
                 mind
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 as
                 I
                 turne
                 my
                 booke
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 will
                 doth
                 lead
                 my
                 conscience
                 ,
                 not
                 my
                 wit.
              
               
                 And
                 euery
                 riddle
                 for
                 my
                 purpose
                 fit
                 :
              
               
                 Hating
                 whats'ere
                 is
                 old
                 ,
                 I
                 loue
                 the
                 new
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 all
                 purposes
                 ,
                 change
                 my
                 ready
                 hue
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 flesh
                 is
                 low
                 ,
                 my
                 spirit
                 high
                 and
                 prowd
              
               
                 
                 Doth
                 contradict
                 what
                 order
                 hath
                 allow'd
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 fast
                 when
                 others
                 feast
                 ,
                 feast
                 when
                 they
                 fast
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 Angelicall
                 food
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 out-last
              
               
                 All
                 Gormandiz●rs
                 .
                 Come
                 then
                 ,
                 liue
                 with
                 me
              
               
                 All
                 that
                 loue
                 life
                 ,
                 and
                 light
                 ,
                 and
                 would
                 be
                 free
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Salamander
                 hearing
                 this
                 discourse
                 ,
              
               
                 Sayd
                 .
                 Sure
                 you
                 both
                 do
                 argue
                 without
                 force
                 .
              
               
               
                 Darke
                 ignorance
                 our
                 nature
                 doth
                 contemne
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 curious
                 search
                 wise
                 Magistrates
                 condemne
              
               
                 By
                 blindnesse
                 we
                 our
                 wants
                 and
                 dotage
                 shew
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 those
                 ,
                 not
                 reuerence
                 but
                 reproch
                 is
                 due
                 .
              
               
                 Not
                 priuatiue
                 blindn●sse
                 ,
                 our
                 antiquitie
                 showes
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 onely
                 that
                 which
                 by
                 long
                 seeing
                 growes
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 you
                 blinde
                 Mole
                 do
                 ignorance
                 affect
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 breeds
                 derision
                 ,
                 scorne
                 and
                 dis-respect
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 a
                 sensel●sse
                 part
                 is
                 this
                 in
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 fathers
                 ●aults
                 and
                 errours
                 to
                 allow
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 not
                 much
                 rather
                 to
                 reforme
                 your
                 owne
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 shunning
                 the
                 defects
                 ,
                 which
                 they
                 haue
                 showne
                 ?
              
               
                 Your
                 food
                 is
                 grosse
                 and
                 earthly
                 ;
                 dirt
                 and
                 mould
              
               
                 Mixt
                 with
                 old
                 roots
                 ,
                 do
                 much
                 corruption
                 hold
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 (
                 though
                 they
                 gin
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 with
                 age
                 and
                 wither
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 good
                 with
                 bad
                 (
                 being
                 old
                 )
                 you
                 cram
                 togither
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 makes
                 my
                 fiery
                 spirit
                 scorne
                 to
                 keep
              
               
                 I●
                 your
                 darke
                 celles
                 ,
                 where
                 knowledge
                 seems
                 to
                 sleep
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 you
                 Chameleon
                 with
                 a
                 hand
                 too
                 bold
                 ,
              
               
                 Oppose
                 ,
                 contemne
                 ,
                 and
                 scorne
                 ,
                 whats'ere
                 is
                 old
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 onely
                 loue
                 to
                 see
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 to
                 doo
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 dote
                 on
                 knowledge
                 and
                 on
                 error
                 too
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 T'
                 is
                 error
                 ,
                 in
                 our
                 sight
                 to
                 ou●r●eene
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 And
                 but
                 our
                 owne
                 ,
                 all
                 iudgements
                 dis-esteeme
                 :
              
               
                 "
                 T'
                 is
                 error
                 to
                 be
                 fondly
                 ouer-wise
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Too
                 pure
                 ,
                 too
                 iust
                 ,
                 too
                 perfect
                 ,
                 too
                 precise
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 a
                 meane●
                 For
                 knowledge
                 sure
                 doth
                 liue
              
               
                 "
                 Onely
                 ,
                 where
                 it
                 doth
                 good
                 to
                 others
                 giue
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 too
                 too
                 sawcie
                 hidden
                 secrets
                 handle
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 too
                 too
                 fond
                 your
                 o●ne
                 conceits
                 doe
                 dandle
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cocker
                 with
                 obseruance
                 :
                 being
                 so
              
               
                 A
                 friende
                 to
                 superstition
                 ,
                 though
                 a
                 foe
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                 The
                 light
                 you
                 vse
                 ,
                 is
                 borrowed
                 not
                 your
                 owne
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 colours
                 that
                 you
                 see
                 ,
                 their
                 ground
                 vnknowne
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 darke
                 imperfect
                 ,
                 double
                 glimmering
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 but
                 th'
                 extended
                 beames
                 of
                 greater
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 Arising
                 from
                 vicinitie
                 of
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 which
                 the
                 purest
                 elements
                 aspire
              
               
                 In
                 their
                 refined
                 parts
                 ;
                 the
                 earth
                 in
                 gold
              
               
                 And
                 pretious
                 stones
                 ,
                 doe
                 most
                 resemblance
                 hold
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 sea
                 in
                 salt
                 ,
                 in
                 Pearles
                 ,
                 in
                 dewes
                 that
                 rise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 the
                 Sonne-ward
                 with
                 ambition
                 flies
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Ayre
                 in
                 colous
                 and
                 in
                 Meteors
                 bright
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 the
                 Sunnes
                 place
                 vsurpe
                 in
                 darkest
                 night
                 .
              
               
                 T
                 is
                 fire
                 alone
                 that
                 searcheth
                 and
                 refines
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 doth
                 diuide
                 the
                 grosse
                 from
                 purer
                 mines
                 .
              
               
                 T
                 is
                 fire
                 that
                 makes
                 grasse
                 ,
                 herbe
                 ,
                 andtree
                 to
                 grow
                 :
              
               
                 Meltes
                 the
                 seas
                 Icie
                 chaines
                 ,
                 and
                 th'
                 earths
                 cold
                 snow
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 cheares
                 the
                 young
                 ,
                 it
                 cherisheth
                 the
                 old
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 Reuiues
                 the
                 dying
                 ,
                 makes
                 the
                 Coward
                 bold
                 .
              
               
                 Nothing
                 without
                 it
                 can
                 be
                 said
                 to
                 liue
                 ,
              
               
                 Whats'ere
                 hath
                 being
                 ,
                 it
                 doth
                 glory
                 giue
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 makes
                 me
                 to
                 determine
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 light
              
               
                 Which
                 you
                 inuisible
                 call
                 ,
                 is
                 but
                 a
                 sprite
              
               
                 Made
                 by
                 your
                 feare
                 ,
                 and
                 strong
                 imagination
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 true
                 being
                 ,
                 essence
                 ,
                 or
                 foundation
                 .
              
               
                 
                 For
                 light
                 the
                 greater
                 't
                 is
                 ,
                 doth
                 more
                 appeare
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 should
                 that
                 light
                 of
                 lights
                 ,
                 if
                 such
                 there
                 were
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 indgement
                 therefore
                 in
                 this
                 rule
                 doth
                 runne
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 nothing
                 greater
                 then
                 the
                 glorious
                 Sunne
                 ,
              
               
                 Here
                 I
                 set
                 downe
                 my
                 rest
                 .
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 schooles
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 teach
                 beleefe
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 still
                 tutor
                 fooles
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 your
                 contention
                 ,
                 my
                 instruction
                 sprung
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 I
                 learn'd
                 to
                 thinke
                 when
                 I
                 was
                 young
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Mole
                 doth
                 feede
                 too
                 much
                 on
                 earthly
                 meat
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 Chameleon
                 nought
                 but
                 ayre
                 doth
                 eat
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 neither
                 like
                 your
                 fast
                 ,
                 nor
                 yet
                 your
                 feasting
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 For
                 twixt
                 you
                 two
                 all
                 earnest
                 turnes
                 to
                 ieasting
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 doth
                 perswade
                 me
                 thinke
                 ,
                 there
                 is
                 no
                 food
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 earth
                 or
                 ayre
                 ,
                 that
                 doth
                 or
                 hurt
                 ,
                 or
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 all
                 my
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 practise
                 ,
                 life
                 ,
                 doth
                 chime
                 ,
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 the
                 current
                 ,
                 state
                 ,
                 and
                 time
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 thinke
                 they
                 'r
                 only
                 gulls
                 that
                 liue
                 in
                 awe
              
               
                 Of
                 any
                 thing
                 but
                 want
                 ,
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 law
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 quench
                 all
                 fiery
                 zeal
                 wheres'ere
                 I
                 co●e
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 would
                 haue
                 Policie
                 speake
                 ,
                 Religion
                 dumbe
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 poyson
                 with
                 my
                 breath
                 ,
                 both
                 foe
                 and
                 friend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 my
                 pleasuredo●
                 each
                 proiect
                 bend
                 :
              
               
                 In
                 briefe
                 I
                 onely
                 am
                 a
                 freeman
                 borne
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 loue
                 my
                 s●lfe
                 alone
                 ,
                 and
                 others
                 scorne
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Lamprey
                 hearing
                 this
                 damn'd
                 Atheist
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 tale
                 befitting
                 none
                 b●t
                 Machiuael
                 ,
              
               
                 Thrust
                 his
                 eye-guarded
                 h●ad
                 aboue
                 the
                 brim
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 rug'd
                 waues●
                 and
                 to
                 the
                 shore
                 did
                 swim
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 his
                 slippery
                 belly
                 gan
                 to
                 slide
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 he
                 came
                 neere
                 the
                 Salamanders
                 side
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 cursed
                 slaue
                 (
                 q●oth
                 he
                 )
                 though
                 I
                 proceed
              
               
                 From
                 some
                 of
                 thy
                 neere
                 kin
                 ,
                 of
                 serpents
                 seed
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 am
                 halfe
                 serpent
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 wholly
                 art
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 I
                 am
                 halfe
                 a
                 fish
                 ;
                 and
                 euen
                 that
                 part
              
               
                 Prouokes
                 me
                 contradict
                 the
                 cursed
                 note
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 thou
                 didst
                 vomit
                 from
                 thy
                 venomd
                 throat
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 Pedigree
                 is
                 lineally
                 detiued
              
               
                 From
                 that
                 great
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 which
                 at
                 first
                 depriued
              
               
                 The
                 rest
                 of
                 feet
                 ;
                 and
                 being
                 ouer-wise
              
               
                 Gull'd
                 credulous
                 man
                 of
                 glorious
                 paradise
                 .
              
               
               
                 Still
                 thou
                 partak'st
                 that
                 nature
                 ,
                 and
                 each
                 tree
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 tongue
                 or
                 teeth
                 touch
                 ,
                 so
                 infected
                 be
              
               
                 In
                 root
                 and
                 fruit
                 ,
                 that
                 who
                 so
                 eats
                 doth
                 die
                 ,
              
               
                 Poyson'd
                 b'accurst
                 ,
                 cold
                 infidelitie
                 .
              
               
                 Too
                 light
                 beleefe
                 ,
                 and
                 too
                 too
                 earnest
                 thirst
              
               
                 Of
                 curious
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 causde
                 de●th
                 enter
                 first
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 thy
                 skill
                 hath
                 brought
                 it
                 so
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 hearing
                 ,
                 seeing
                 ,
                 feeling
                 ,
                 still
                 we
                 doubt
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 flying
                 one
                 extreame
                 ,
                 we
                 fondly
                 fall
              
               
                 Into
                 the
                 contrary
                 ;
                 wise
                 ,
                 fooles
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Yet
                 blindnesse
                 better
                 is
                 ,
                 then
                 hauing
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Not
                 t'
                 acknowledge
                 truthes
                 ,
                 but
                 count
                 them
                 lye●
                 .
              
               
                 
                 "
                 T'
                 is
                 better
                 to
                 be
                 doubtfull
                 what
                 we
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Then
                 to
                 be
                 Truthes
                 profest
                 and
                 open
                 foe
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Mole
                 and
                 the
                 Chameleon
                 better
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 neerer
                 truth
                 ,
                 then
                 thou
                 thy selfe
                 by
                 farre
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 the
                 Cham●leon
                 somewhat
                 doth
                 resemble
              
               
                 Thy
                 nature
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 can
                 more
                 close
                 dissemble
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 not
                 so
                 prophane
                 ,
                 so
                 impious
                 ,
                 bold
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 call
                 all
                 truth
                 in
                 doubt
                 ,
                 both
                 new
                 and
                 old
                 ;
              
               
                 Though
                 he
                 giues
                 darknesse
                 not
                 the
                 praise
                 he
                 ought
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 too
                 too
                 curious
                 ,
                 after
                 knowledge
                 sought
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 he
                 confesseth
                 that
                 there
                 is
                 a
                 light
              
               
                 He
                 cannot
                 see
                 ,
                 through
                 th'
                 impotence
                 of
                 sight
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 you
                 all
                 light
                 and
                 knowledge
                 do
                 confine
              
               
                 Within
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 it
                 were
                 diuine
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 a
                 desperate
                 traytor
                 ,
                 foolish
                 theefe
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 art
                 and
                 nature
                 steale
                 ,
                 to
                 kill
                 beleefe
                 .
              
               
                 Come
                 then
                 good
                 fellowes
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Lamprey
                 )
                 take
              
               
                 This
                 monster
                 vp
                 against
                 vs
                 ;
                 let
                 vs
                 make
              
               
                 Him
                 an
                 exampl●
                 of
                 our
                 iustice
                 showne
                 ,
              
               
                 Vpon
                 Truthes
                 foe
                 ,
                 so
                 manifestly
                 knowne
                 .
              
               
               
                 With
                 that
                 he
                 nimbly
                 twines
                 himselfe
                 about
              
               
                 The
                 Salamander
                 (
                 being
                 quicke
                 and
                 stour
                 :
                 )
              
               
                 Chameleon
                 and
                 the
                 Mole
                 ,
                 the
                 Lampr●y
                 aide
              
               
                 Which
                 makes
                 the
                 Salamander
                 much
                 disinay'd
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 he
                 doth
                 lay
                 about
                 with
                 tongue
                 ,
                 teeth
                 ,
                 nailes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bites
                 them
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 oddes
                 at
                 length
                 pr●uailes
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 remaining
                 victors
                 cast
                 him
                 downe
              
               
                 F●om
                 the
                 steepe
                 cliffe
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 the
                 Atheist
                 drowne
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 comming
                 backe
                 ,
                 they
                 two
                 the
                 Lamprey
                 pray
              
               
                 His
                 wi●e
                 opinion
                 of
                 their
                 st●ife
                 to
                 say
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 know
                 to
                 which
                 part
                 he
                 enclines
              
               
                 Whether
                 to
                 darknesse
                 ,
                 or
                 where
                 spl
                 ndor
                 shines
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 soone
                 consents
                 ,
                 and
                 tells
                 how
                 he
                 (
                 by
                 kinde
              
               
                 B●ed
                 and
                 brought
                 vp
                 in
                 ●u●
                 )
                 is
                 of
                 the
                 minde
              
               
                 The
                 Mole
                 spake
                 truth
                 .
                 For
                 happinesse
                 (
                 quoth
                 he
                 )
              
               
                 "
                 Consists
                 in
                 what
                 we
                 haue
                 ,
                 not
                 what
                 we
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 sight
                 prouokes
                 vs
                 wish
                 ,
                 and
                 couet
                 change
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 in
                 boundl●sse
                 ,
                 endlesse
                 ,
                 toyle
                 we
                 range
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 He
                 that
                 knowes
                 most
                 ,
                 knowes
                 best
                 what
                 he
                 doth
                 misse
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 The
                 losse
                 of
                 Parad●se
                 is
                 only
                 this
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Th●
                 simple
                 innocent
                 truth
                 this
                 instance
                 fameth
                 ;
              
               
                 "
                 Man
                 in
                 the
                 darke
                 being
                 naked
                 nothing
                 shameth
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 he
                 discourst
                 ,
                 then
                 tells
                 how
                 he
                 behaues
              
               
                 Himselfe
                 in
                 darkn●sse
                 ,
                 vnder●eath
                 the
                 waues
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 prefers
                 old
                 gnorance
                 ,
                 before
              
               
                 N●w
                 K●owledge
                 ,
                 and
                 (
                 I
                 wot
                 )
                 knowes
                 cause
                 therefore
                 .
              
               
                 Shewes
                 how
                 for
                 this
                 opinion
                 he
                 was
                 brought
              
               
                 Before
                 the
                 Whale
                 ,
                 yet
                 lo●g
                 in
                 vaine
                 was
                 sought
                 :
              
               
                 Tells
                 how
                 he
                 scapes
                 the
                 sear●h
                 b●
                 many
                 creeks
              
               
                 And
                 winding
                 holes
                 ,
                 when
                 Hipp●a
                 him
                 seeks
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 
                   (
                   Phoenician
                   Cre●ishes
                
                 being
                 swift
                 )
              
               
                 Are
                 Purseuants
                 which
                 he
                 can
                 hardly
                 shift
                 :
              
               
               
                 Yet
                 he
                 hath
                 learned
                 counsell
                 ,
                 who
                 directs
              
               
                 His
                 whole
                 proceeding
                 when
                 he
                 ought
                 suspects
                 .
              
               
                 First
                 subtle
                 Polypus
                 to
                 whom
                 he
                 cleaues
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 seeming
                 part
                 of
                 him
                 the
                 search
                 deceaues
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 turbulent
                 Cuttle
                 ,
                 who
                 doth
                 raise
                 the
                 mud
                 ,
              
               
                 Aud
                 such
                 a
                 colour
                 mingle
                 with
                 the
                 flood
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 no
                 eye
                 can
                 discouer
                 where
                 he
                 lies
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 he
                 often
                 scapes
                 the
                 craftie
                 spies
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Then
                 creepes
                 to
                 stones
                 that
                 lye
                 on
                 silt
                 and
                 sand
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Not
                 to
                 the
                 corner-stone
                 on
                 stedfast
                 land●
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 by
                 chance
                 they
                 finde
                 him
                 spite
                 of
                 these
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 attach
                 him
                 ,
                 then
                 he
                 can
                 with
                 ease
              
               
                 Slip
                 through
                 their
                 fingers
                 ,
                 or
                 himselfe
                 vnwinde
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 leauing
                 some
                 part
                 of
                 his
                 slime
                 behinde
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 can
                 equiuocate
                 ,
                 and
                 double
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 ●uery
                 way
                 at
                 once
                 he
                 seemes
                 to
                 go
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 once
                 he
                 taken
                 was
                 ,
                 and
                 brought
                 to
                 triall
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 with
                 his
                 doubtfull
                 answer●
                 ,
                 stif●e
                 deniall
                 ,
              
               
                 Low
                 crowching
                 ,
                 smoth
                 conueyance
                 ,
                 flattering
                 guise
              
               
                 He
                 scap't
                 th'
                 Exchequer
                 ,
                 Prison
                 ,
                 and
                 th'
                 A●s
                 ;
                 si●e
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 being
                 askt
                 ,
                 why
                 darker
                 ignorance
              
               
                 Before
                 the
                 light
                 he
                 did
                 in
                 speech
                 aduance
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 answers
                 ,
                 first
                 it
                 was
                 to
                 try
                 his
                 wit
                 ;
              
               
                 Not
                 that
                 he
                 held
                 it
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 true
                 or
                 fit
                 .
              
               
                 Againe
                 ,
                 because
                 ●inall
                 vse
                 of
                 light
                 he
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 to
                 make
                 some
                 fooles
                 like
                 himselfe
                 was
                 glad●
              
               
                 With
                 these
                 slye
                 answers
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 friends
                 beside
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 And
                 faithfull
                 bribes
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 from
                 danger
                 glide
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 fe●'d
                 friends
                 he
                 had
                 in
                 euery
                 Court
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 euery
                 office
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 least
                 report
              
               
                 Of
                 threatned
                 danger
                 rounded
                 him
                 in
                 th'
                 eare
              
               
                 To
                 shift
                 ●is
                 scat
                 ,
                 before
                 the
                 storme
                 came
                 neare
                 .
              
               
               
                 ●en
                 shewes
                 he
                 how
                 the
                 better
                 to
                 disguise
              
               
                 ●is
                 double
                 face
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 two
                 rowes
                 of
                 eyes
                 :
              
               
                 ●s
                 though
                 he
                 lou'd
                 all
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 ●ut
                 (
                 quoth
                 he
                 )
                 only
                 two
                 of
                 these
                 haue
                 ●ight
                 ;
              
               
                 ●he
                 rest
                 are
                 hypocriticall
                 and
                 blind
                 :
              
               
                 ●et
                 their
                 appearance
                 calmes
                 the
                 Whales
                 fierce
                 mind
              
               
                 ●hose
                 easie
                 nature
                 open
                 to
                 abuse
                 ,
              
               
                 ●akes
                 shew
                 for
                 substance
                 ,
                 colour
                 for
                 excuse
                 .
              
               
                 ●hus
                 adapt
                 and
                 frame
                 my selfe
                 to
                 follow
              
               
                 ●he
                 Whales
                 command
                 ,
                 although
                 my
                 hea●t
                 be
                 hollow
                 ,
              
               
                 ●iue
                 at
                 quiet
                 ,
                 offices
                 obtaine
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ace
                 in
                 the
                 warres
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 Coram
                 gaine
                 .
              
               
                 ●ll
                 which
                 shall
                 turne
                 vnto
                 the
                 Whales
                 destruction
                 :
              
               
                 ●euer
                 great
                 fish
                 ,
                 mooue
                 but
                 insurrection
                 :
              
               
                 ●or
                 I
                 'le
                 discouer
                 all
                 when
                 time
                 shall
                 fit
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 trusts
                 a
                 halfe
                 friend
                 ,
                 hath
                 not
                 halfe
                 his
                 wit.
              
               
                 ●hil'st
                 thus
                 he
                 argu'd
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Mol●
                 grew
                 proud
                 ,
              
               
                 ●o
                 heare
                 affected
                 ignorance
                 allow'd
                 :
              
               
                 ●nd
                 that
                 so
                 many
                 in
                 that
                 large
                 dominion
                 ,
              
               
                 ●emain'd
                 vpholders
                 of
                 his
                 stiffe
                 opinion
                 .
              
               
                 ●he
                 thinne
                 Cham●le●n
                 gan
                 looke
                 bigge
                 and
                 swell
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 each
                 complain'd
                 himselfe
                 he
                 was
                 not
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ut
                 then
                 too
                 late
                 ,
                 they
                 found
                 how
                 they
                 were
                 stung
              
               
                 ●nd
                 poyson'd
                 by
                 the
                 Salamanders
                 toung
                 .
              
               
                 ●here
                 was
                 no
                 helpe
                 ,
                 but
                 die
                 they
                 must
                 .
                 In
                 vaine
              
               
                 ●hey
                 weepe
                 ;
                 and
                 each
                 to
                 other
                 shew
                 their
                 paine
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ill
                 Iustice
                 did
                 by
                 death
                 their
                 paine
                 conclude
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ith
                 tragicke
                 end
                 closing
                 their
                 interlude
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Mole
                 is
                 the
                 blinde
                 ,
                 obstinate
                 ,
                 refractary
                 Romish
                 Catholike
                 ,
                 who
                 hath
                 no
                 other
                 answere
                 or
                 reason
                 for
                 any
                 article
                 of
                 faith
                 ,
                 or
                 point
                 of
                 religion
                 ,
                 but
                 this
                 :
                 My
                 predecessors
                 were
                 of
                 this
                 opinion
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 were
                 wiser
                 then
                 I
                 am
                 .
                 His
                 Positions
                 are
                 .
                 1.
                 
                 
                   Ignorantia
                   est
                   mater
                   de●otionis
                
                 .
                 2.
                 
                 
                   Caeca
                   obedientia
                   meruit
                   ex
                   condigno
                
                 .
                 3.
                 
                   ●ides
                   implicatiua
                   sufficit
                
                 .
                 He
                 obeyes
                 that
                 which
                 he
                 calls
                 the
                 mother
                 Church
                 ,
                 before
                 God
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 his
                 heauenly
                 Father
                 .
                 For
                 he
                 had
                 rather
                 breake
                 ten
                 of
                 his
                 commandements
                 then
                 one
                 of
                 hers
                 .
                 Gods
                 Sabboth
                 day
                 is
                 his
                 play●day
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 Saints
                 day
                 ,
                 his
                 Sabboth
                 .
                 What
                 hee
                 spends
                 on
                 Christmas
                 day
                 ,
                 hee
                 spares
                 on
                 Ashwednesday
                 ,
                 and
                 Goodfriday
                 .
                 And
                 this
                 is
                 his
                 generall
                 rule
                 ,
                 two
                 fasting
                 dayes
                 ,
                 makes
                 the
                 third
                 a
                 glutton
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Chameleon
                 is
                 in
                 England
                 a
                 Familist
                 ,
                 at
                 Amsterdam
                 a
                 Brownist
                 ,
                 further
                 on
                 an
                 anabaptist
                 He
                 liues
                 by
                 the
                 aire
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 builds
                 Castles
                 and
                 Churches●
                 none
                 on
                 the
                 earth
                 will
                 please
                 him
                 .
                 He
                 would
                 be
                 of
                 the
                 triumphant
                 and
                 glorious
                 Church
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 of
                 the
                 terrene
                 militant
                 Church
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 subject
                 to
                 stormes
                 ,
                 deformities
                 ,
                 and
                 many
                 violences
                 and
                 alterations
                 of
                 time
                 ;
                 he
                 must
                 findeout
                 Sr.
                 
                   Thomas
                   Mores
                   Vtopia
                
                 ,
                 or
                 rather
                 Platoes
                 Communitie
                 ,
                 &
                 be
                 an
                 Elder
                 there
                 :
                 In
                 this
                 point
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 that
                 of
                 r●●isting
                 ciuill
                 gouernours
                 ,
                 he
                 seems
                 the
                 same
                 with
                 the
                 Romish
                 Catholicke
                 .
                 But
                 they
                 are
                 tide
                 onely
                 by
                 the
                 tailes
                 ,
                 like
                 Sampsons
                 foxes
                 ,
                 their
                 heads
                 like
                 Ianus
                 looke
                 diuers
                 wayes
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 Boutefewes
                 &
                 carry
                 betwixt
                 them
                 a
                 fire-brand
                 to
                 inflame
                 all
                 Christendome
                 .
                 
                 They
                 haue
                 in
                 the
                 imagination
                 an
                 Idea
                 of
                 ●uch
                 a
                 Church
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 keyes
                 as
                 the
                 Romanists
                 mad●
                 boast
                 they
                 poss●sse
                 :
                 but
                 they
                 will
                 not
                 haue
                 them
                 the
                 ●me
                 ,
                 nor
                 to
                 resemble
                 theirs
                 .
                 Foolish
                 Alchimisters●hey
                 ●hey
                 are
                 both
                 ,
                 seeking
                 a
                 Ph●●osophers
                 stone
                 ,
                 and
                 neg●ecting
                 the
                 true
                 Elixar
                 ,
                 the
                 Corn●r-stone
                 .
                 They
                 boast
                 ●o
                 build
                 golde
                 on
                 the
                 foundation
                 ,
                 when
                 what
                 they
                 ●aube
                 on
                 is
                 adulterate
                 stuffe
                 ,
                 laid
                 b●side
                 the
                 founda●ion
                 .
                 They
                 beggar
                 themselues
                 in
                 s●●king
                 for
                 wealth
                 ●broad
                 ,
                 whil'st
                 at
                 home
                 they
                 neglect
                 that
                 Pearle
                 of
                 in●●tinable
                 price
                 ,
                 for
                 which
                 the
                 wise
                 M●rchant
                 giues
                 al
                 ●hat
                 he
                 is
                 worth
                 .
                 If
                 euer
                 I
                 could
                 heare
                 Papist
                 cleare
                 ●he
                 Pope
                 from
                 being
                 Antichrist
                 and
                 proue
                 he
                 must
                 bee
                 ●ne
                 singular
                 person
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 then
                 beleeue
                 that
                 hee
                 ●hould
                 not
                 spring
                 from
                 a
                 ●ew
                 of
                 the
                 tribe
                 of
                 Dan
                 ,
                 as
                 ●hey
                 fable
                 ,
                 but
                 ●rom
                 a
                 promiscuous
                 coniunction
                 be●wixt
                 two
                 fugitiues
                 ,
                 to
                 Amsterdam
                 ,
                 and
                 Rome
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Salamander
                 is
                 the
                 Atheist
                 ,
                 hee
                 is
                 contrary
                 to
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 and
                 hatefull
                 to
                 others
                 ;
                 he
                 poysons
                 all
                 with
                 whom
                 he
                 con●erseth
                 ,
                 and
                 knowes
                 some
                 Philosophy
                 ●no
                 Diuinity
                 .
                 Hee
                 seekes
                 all
                 wisdome
                 in
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Tutor
                 is
                 the
                 Master
                 foole
                 ;
                 and
                 is
                 so
                 inquisitiue
                 after
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 forge●s
                 both
                 the
                 ●nd
                 and
                 the
                 causer
                 .
                 His
                 reason
                 is
                 his
                 god
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 being
                 false
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 able
                 to
                 direct
                 him
                 to
                 search
                 &
                 see
                 the
                 true
                 God.
                 Thus
                 he
                 is
                 drown'd
                 in
                 the
                 sea
                 of
                 his
                 own
                 foolish
                 and
                 boundlesse
                 imaginations●
                 and
                 being
                 〈◊〉
                 a
                 pretty
                 childe
                 ,
                 is
                 brought
                 vp
                 for
                 his
                 mo●hers
                 Cocknie
                 ,
                 spends
                 
                 his
                 youth
                 like
                 a
                 witie
                 foole
                 ,
                 his
                 Manhood
                 like
                 a
                 reasonable
                 beast
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 age
                 (
                 if
                 iudgement
                 cut
                 him
                 not
                 off
                 )
                 like
                 ●
                 deuill
                 incarnate
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lamprey
                 is
                 the
                 subtill
                 shotten
                 Catholike
                 or
                 
                 Church
                 Papist
                 .
                 He
                 coosins
                 the
                 law
                 and
                 his
                 owne
                 sou●
                 too
                 .
                 He
                 is
                 worse
                 to
                 trust
                 then
                 the
                 open
                 and
                 profest
                 〈◊〉
                 cusant
                 .
                 He
                 hath
                 no
                 good
                 conscience
                 ,
                 for
                 
                   Conscientia
                   〈◊〉
                   scien●ia
                   cum
                   alia
                   scientia
                   .
                
                 N●
                 good
                 zeale
                 ,
                 for
                 zeale
                 〈◊〉
                 
                   Intentio
                   virtutu●
                   theologicarum
                
                 (
                 An
                 opposite
                 to
                 Hypocrisi●
                 ,
                 with
                 which
                 h●
                 clokes
                 himselfe
                 from
                 all
                 pena●
                 statutes
                 )
                 .
                 H●
                 is
                 neither
                 fish
                 nor
                 fle●h
                 ;
                 but
                 halfe
                 fish
                 ,
                 an●
                 halfe
                 Serpent
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 s●y
                 which
                 write
                 of
                 the
                 generation
                 of
                 the
                 Lamprey
                 .
                 A
                 man
                 m●y
                 easily
                 surfet
                 of
                 such
                 meate
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 S●ate
                 so
                 ●ne
                 indanger
                 it selfe
                 by
                 suffering
                 such
                 to
                 increase
                 .
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 law
                 can
                 meete
                 with
                 thei●
                 fraud
                 .
                 The
                 Churchwarden
                 is
                 the
                 Coppiholder
                 .
                 The
                 Parson
                 is
                 his
                 Chaplaine
                 .
                 These
                 dare
                 not
                 present
                 him
                 .
                 A
                 fine
                 will
                 vndoe
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 prohibition
                 begge●
                 the
                 other
                 :
                 yet
                 these
                 the
                 law
                 presumes
                 must
                 first
                 speak
                 or
                 none
                 .
                 If
                 these
                 do
                 their
                 office
                 ,
                 the
                 I
                 wery
                 are
                 perhaps
                 his
                 tenants
                 ;
                 he
                 is
                 a
                 Iustice
                 of
                 peace
                 ,
                 a
                 great
                 man
                 their
                 neighbour
                 .
                 If
                 they
                 finde
                 him
                 guiltie
                 ,
                 there
                 are
                 pillars
                 in
                 the
                 Excheaquer
                 :
                 or
                 if
                 these
                 faile
                 ,
                 a
                 friend
                 or
                 kinsman
                 in
                 Court
                 makes
                 all
                 sure
                 .
                 These
                 scape
                 thus
                 themselues
                 ,
                 and
                 shelter
                 others
                 in
                 their
                 houses
                 and
                 abroad
                 .
                 Because
                 the
                 State
                 through
                 conniuence
                 accepting
                 a
                 weake
                 and
                 imperfect
                 shew
                 of
                 conformitie
                 ,
                 giues
                 credite
                 to
                 their
                 conuersions
                 ,
                 and
                 intru●ts
                 them
                 in
                 place
                 where
                 they
                 may
                 doe
                 much
                 hurt
                 .
                 The
                 goods
                 ,
                 leases
                 and
                 monies
                 of
                 the
                 meaner
                 and
                 more
                 resolute
                 sort
                 are
                 past
                 ouer
                 to
                 thes●
                 ,
                 and
                 passe
                 free
                 vnder
                 their
                 priuiledges
                 and
                 protections
                 .
                 The
                 Character
                 to
                 know
                 these
                 is
                 this
                 .
                 They
                 come
                 to
                 Church
                 once
                 a
                 moneth
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 when
                 Prayers
                 are
                 done
                 and
                 the
                 Psalmes
                 sung
                 ,
                 p●rhaps
                 at
                 the
                 beginning
                 of
                 the
                 Sermon
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 prag
                 naticall
                 ,
                 and
                 haue
                 for
                 the
                 most
                 part
                 trauail'●
                 and
                 
                 ●rought
                 home
                 ignorance
                 :
                 They
                 are
                 stiffe
                 and
                 inflexi●le
                 ,
                 and
                 call
                 it
                 strength
                 to
                 oppose
                 truth
                 and
                 reason
                 .
                 They
                 extoll
                 forraigne
                 gouernment
                 ,
                 and
                 slight
                 all
                 domesticke
                 graces
                 .
                 They
                 magnifie
                 the
                 Infanta
                 ,
                 the
                 Archduke
                 ,
                 and
                 Spinola
                 ;
                 but
                 vilifie
                 his
                 Excellence
                 and
                 the
                 States
                 .
                 They
                 will
                 dispu●e
                 scandalls●
                 or
                 what
                 may
                 seem
                 scandalous
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 only
                 at
                 tables
                 ,
                 where
                 if
                 you
                 stop
                 their
                 mouthes
                 with
                 argument
                 ,
                 they
                 pretend
                 they
                 could
                 say
                 more
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 their
                 mouthes
                 are
                 stopt
                 with
                 meat
                 .
                 They
                 trauaile
                 still
                 on
                 Sundaies
                 ,
                 and
                 remooue
                 against
                 Easter
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Struthiocamelus
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               To
               the
               vertuous
               Knight
               ,
               
                 Sir
                 Iohn
                 Heueningham
              
               ,
               and
               his
               charitable
               Lady
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   VVHat
                   on
                   our selues
                   we
                   spend
                   ,
                   doth
                   through
                   vs
                   pa●
                
                 
                   And
                   leaue
                   vs
                   ●aked
                   ,
                   as
                   this
                   Ostrich
                   was
                   :
                
                 
                   This
                   makes
                   you
                   on
                   the
                   poore
                   bestow
                   so
                   much
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   no
                   expence
                   but
                   owne
                   your selues
                   to
                   grutch
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Wealthy
                 Marchant
                 late
                 in
                 Barbary
                 ,
              
               
                 Through
                 sandy
                 desarts
                 passing
                 ;
                 chanc't
                 to
                 sp●
              
               
                 An
                 Ostrich
                 eating
                 iron
                 which
                 he
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Trauellers
                 scattered
                 vpon
                 the
                 ground
                 :
              
               
                 
                 Quoth
                 then
                 this
                 Merchant
                 ;
                 prithee
                 let
                 me
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 nourishment
                 ,
                 can
                 from
                 those
                 mettals
                 grow
                 ?
              
               
                 Th●
                 Ostrich
                 answers
                 ;
                 Sir
                 I
                 do
                 not
                 eat
              
               
                 This
                 iron
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 thinke
                 I
                 do
                 ,
                 for
                 meate
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 only
                 keepe
                 it
                 ,
                 lay
                 it
                 vp
                 in
                 store
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 helpe
                 my
                 needy
                 friends
                 ,
                 and
                 friendlesse
                 poore
                 .
              
               
               
                 I
                 often
                 meere
                 (
                 as
                 farre
                 and
                 neere
                 I
                 goe
                 )
              
               
                 Many
                 a
                 fow●dred
                 horse
                 that
                 wants
                 a
                 shooe
                 :
              
               
                 Se●uing
                 a
                 Master
                 that
                 is
                 money-lesse
                 :
              
               
                 Such
                 I
                 releeue
                 and
                 helpe
                 in
                 their
                 distresse
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 trauellers
                 I
                 meete
                 that
                 are
                 beset
              
               
                 By
                 theeues
                 and
                 ●obbers
                 often
                 .
                 Then
                 I
                 beget
              
               
                 My selfe
                 a●ong
                 the
                 thickest
                 ,
                 and
                 present
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 my
                 ●aw
                 a
                 pistoll
                 ready
                 bent
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 sword
                 and
                 dagger
                 ,
                 or
                 some
                 such
                 like
                 toole
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 help
                 the
                 true
                 man
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 theefe
                 to
                 coole
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Merchant
                 mus'de
                 (
                 as
                 well
                 he
                 might
                 )
                 at
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 thought
                 within
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 this
                 fellow
                 is
              
               
                 Most
                 fit
                 for
                 my
                 imployment
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 straight
              
               
                 Hire
                 him
                 to
                 be
                 my
                 Bailiefe
                 .
                 No
                 deceit
              
               
                 Lurkes
                 in
                 his
                 simple
                 shew
                 ;
                 he
                 'le
                 surely
                 keepe
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 plow-yrons
                 ,
                 when
                 my
                 lazie
                 hindes
                 do
                 sleepe
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 to
                 the
                 Ostrich
                 motion'd
                 ,
                 he
                 agrees
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 wages
                 are
                 set
                 downe
                 ,
                 the
                 vailes
                 ,
                 the
                 fees
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 liuory
                 ,
                 with
                 circumstance
                 enough
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 come
                 home●
                 And
                 now
                 God
                 speed
                 the
                 〈◊〉
              
               
                 The
                 Ostrich
                 carefully
                 laies
                 vp
                 the
                 rakes
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 pitch-forke
                 teines
                 ,
                 the
                 yron-pointed
                 stakes
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 wedges
                 ,
                 hammer
                 ,
                 hatchet
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 nailes
                 ,
              
               
                 Th●
                 sithe
                 ,
                 the
                 sickle
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 biles
                 of
                 pailes
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 share
                 ,
                 the
                 coulter
                 ,
                 heele-yorne
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 cocke
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 whip
                 ,
                 the
                 horse●
                 shooe
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 key
                 and
                 locke
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 needs
                 no
                 locke
                 and
                 key
                 to
                 keepe
                 them
                 vnder
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 keeps
                 both
                 lock
                 &
                 key
                 ,
                 where
                 you
                 wold
                 wonder
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 comes
                 into
                 the
                 house
                 ,
                 puts
                 vp
                 the
                 gun
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 sword
                 and
                 dagger
                 ;
                 and
                 when
                 this
                 is
                 done
                 ,
              
               
                 Deuoures
                 the
                 dripping-pan
                 ,
                 the
                 cob-irons
                 ,
                 spit
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 swallowes
                 all
                 the
                 iron
                 bit
                 by
                 bit
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Merchant
                 prais'd
                 his
                 fortune
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
              
               
                 Got
                 one
                 so
                 good
                 ,
                 '
                 mongst
                 many
                 seruants
                 bad
                 .
              
               
                 Told
                 him
                 he
                 shortly
                 would
                 his
                 state
                 preferre
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 being
                 Bailiffe
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 Treasurer
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 could
                 not
                 inuent
                 a
                 surer
                 hold
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 th'
                 Ostrich
                 had
                 for
                 siluer
                 ,
                 or
                 for
                 gold
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 now
                 the
                 Merchant
                 leauing
                 one
                 at
                 home
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 may
                 well
                 trust
                 ,
                 goes
                 abroad
                 to
                 rome
                 :
              
               
                 Neglects
                 his
                 house
                 and
                 lands
                 ,
                 thinkes
                 all
                 is
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 he
                 wont
                 to
                 doe
                 ,
                 doth
                 buy
                 and
                 sell
                 .
              
               
                 Mongst
                 other
                 things
                 he
                 sold
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 warres
              
               
                 Began
                 afresh
                 ,
                 he
                 truct
                 for
                 yron
                 barres
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 was
                 one
                 of
                 those
                 that
                 would
                 for
                 gaine
                 :
              
               
                 Sell
                 bullets
                 ,
                 where
                 they
                 were
                 shot
                 home
                 againe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 did
                 our
                 Mines
                 and
                 Woods
                 on
                 Ordnance
                 wast
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 spite
                 of
                 lawes
                 ,
                 he
                 to
                 the
                 Enemie
                 past
                 ,
              
               
                 Much
                 yrone
                 he
                 had
                 at
                 home
                 ,
                 and
                 sold
                 beside
              
               
                 All
                 kinde
                 of
                 armour
                 fit
                 for
                 such
                 a
                 tide
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 home
                 he
                 comes
                 glad
                 of
                 so
                 good
                 a
                 mart
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 here
                 he
                 knowes
                 the
                 Ostrich
                 playes
                 the
                 part
              
               
                 Of
                 a
                 good
                 Bailiffe
                 .
                 He
                 may
                 easily
                 thriue
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 such
                 a
                 full
                 winde
                 doth
                 his
                 fortune
                 driue
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 land
                 he
                 finds
                 vntill'd
                 ,
                 he
                 wonders
                 then
              
               
                 And
                 thinkes
                 the
                 fault
                 rests
                 on
                 his
                 lazy
                 Men.
              
               
                 They
                 say
                 they
                 wanted
                 yrons
                 for
                 the
                 plough
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 wonders
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 Bailiffe
                 had
                 enough
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 findes
                 his
                 house
                 all
                 naked
                 ,
                 not
                 a
                 bit
              
               
                 Of
                 meate
                 prepar'd
                 ,
                 the
                 Cooke
                 wants
                 pot
                 ,
                 and
                 spit●
              
               
                 He
                 goes
                 to
                 bed
                 ,
                 the
                 theeues
                 assault
                 his
                 house
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 hath
                 no
                 weapon
                 to
                 resist
                 a
                 Mouse
                 .
              
               
                 H●
                 riseth
                 early
                 ,
                 lookes
                 for
                 his
                 munition
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 place
                 remaines
                 ,
                 no
                 yron
                 in
                 fruition
                 .
              
               
               
                 His
                 barres
                 are
                 gone
                 ,
                 his
                 houshold-stuffe
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 Now
                 to
                 account
                 his
                 Bayliffe
                 he
                 doth
                 call
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Seruants
                 ioyne
                 in
                 their
                 petition
                 first
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shew
                 their
                 griefes
                 ,
                 ●ow
                 hard
                 he
                 was
                 ,
                 and
                 curst
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 kept
                 backe
                 their
                 wages
                 and
                 their
                 meate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gaue
                 them
                 worke
                 ,
                 but
                 gaue
                 them
                 not
                 to
                 eate
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 neere
                 hand
                 had
                 made
                 a
                 monstrous
                 neast
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 whilst
                 they
                 fasted
                 ,
                 he
                 and
                 his
                 did
                 feast
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thither
                 he
                 conuaide
                 the
                 yron
                 worke
              
               
                 Where
                 the
                 she
                 Ostrich
                 and
                 his
                 young
                 did
                 lurke
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 swallow'd
                 all
                 :
                 for
                 they
                 haue
                 mawes
                 as
                 large
              
               
                 As
                 culuerings
                 ,
                 which
                 would
                 as
                 soone
                 discharge
              
               
                 The
                 yron
                 loade
                 ;
                 and
                 sooner
                 farre
                 would
                 spend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bring
                 a
                 world
                 of
                 wealth
                 to
                 lauish
                 end
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Ostrich
                 to
                 excuse
                 himselfe
                 bewraies
              
               
                 The
                 place
                 where
                 safely
                 he
                 this
                 yron
                 layes
                 .
              
               
                 Carries
                 him
                 to
                 a
                 priuate
                 hole
                 ,
                 where
                 still
              
               
                 He
                 dung'd
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 his
                 maw
                 did
                 ouer-fill
                 .
              
               
                 Quoth
                 he
                 if
                 you
                 can
                 good
                 distinction
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 seuerall
                 peece
                 you
                 may
                 from
                 hence
                 vptake
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 plow-geares
                 ,
                 cart-geares
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 toole
                 for
                 war
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Spits
                 ,
                 pots
                 ,
                 and
                 cobirons
                 ,
                 here
                 together
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 Each
                 wedge
                 ,
                 knife
                 ,
                 hammer
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 smallest
                 naile
                 ,
              
               
                 Drawne
                 lymbick
                 wise
                 through
                 stomacke
                 ,
                 guts
                 &
                 taile
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 a
                 rare
                 chymicall
                 extraction
                 now
                 ,
              
               
                 Better
                 then
                 all
                 the
                 drugs
                 the
                 Mount-bankes
                 show
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 passeth
                 our
                 elixar
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 stone●
              
               
                 Sought
                 for
                 by
                 many
                 ,
                 but
                 attaind
                 by
                 none
                 .
              
               
                 Th'
                 obstruction
                 of
                 the
                 Liuer
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 spleene
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 opens
                 ,
                 mollifies
                 ,
                 and
                 purgeth
                 cleane
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 secret
                 t'
                 is
                 assured
                 ,
                 for
                 madnesse
                 ,
                 folly
                 ,
              
               
                 Wild
                 i●alousie
                 ,
                 and
                 cloudy
                 melancholly
                 ,
              
               
               
                 It
                 cures
                 the
                 Gout
                 ,
                 and
                 qualifies
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 Suppling
                 a
                 hide-bound
                 purse
                 like
                 th'
                 oile
                 of
                 lawes
                 :
              
               
                 It
                 dries
                 vp
                 humours
                 ,
                 humours
                 that
                 a
                 bound
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 mans
                 weake
                 body
                 it
                 makes
                 safe
                 and
                 sound
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 merchant
                 stood
                 amaz'd
                 ,
                 but
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 seazde
                 vpon
                 the
                 Ostrich
                 ,
                 held
                 him
                 fast
                 :
              
               
                 Made
                 him
                 be
                 tide
                 be●inde
                 a
                 horse
                 ,
                 and
                 stript
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 (
                 His
                 buttocks
                 bare
                 as
                 now
                 they
                 be
                 )
                 and
                 whipt
                 .
              
               
                 Ransackt
                 his
                 neast
                 ,
                 and
                 brake
                 before
                 his
                 face
              
               
                 His
                 egs
                 ,
                 though
                 his
                 poore
                 Hen
                 in
                 hope
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 sue
                 for
                 their
                 repriuall
                 .
                 But
                 in
                 vaine
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 look●s
                 to
                 finde
                 his
                 Iron
                 there
                 againe
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 missing
                 he
                 proceedes
                 ,
                 exiles
                 him
                 quite
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 vpon
                 his
                 gate
                 this
                 note
                 doth
                 write
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Let
                 Rich-men
                 wisely
                 feare
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 such
                 as
                 feathers
                 weare
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 's
                 lost
                 whats'ere
                 they
                 borrow
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 soone
                 their
                 mawes
                 goes
                 thorow
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 substance
                 they
                 consume
              
               
                 To
                 nought
                 but
                 smoke
                 and
                 rheume
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 th'
                 vse
                 they
                 neuer
                 faile
              
               
                 To
                 pay
                 with
                 tongue
                 and
                 taile
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 
                 The
                 Ostrich
                 euer
                 since
                 his
                 breeches
                 lost
                 ,
              
               
                 Goes
                 like
                 a
                 naked
                 rogue
                 at
                 whipping
                 post
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 hates
                 a
                 horse
                 to
                 death
                 since
                 he
                 was
                 stript
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 his
                 fault
                 ,
                 ti'de
                 at
                 his
                 taile
                 and
                 whipt
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 hides
                 his
                 egges
                 ,
                 and
                 couers
                 them
                 from
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 man
                 should
                 find
                 &
                 break
                 them
                 .
                 Thus
                 they
                 write
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 THe
                 Merchant
                 .
                 figur●th
                 Parsimony
                 ,
                 the
                 Ostricl
                 prodigalitie
                 ;
                 what
                 the
                 one
                 gathers
                 ,
                 the
                 other
                 spends
                 .
                 Ages
                 ,
                 nations
                 ,
                 and
                 particular
                 persons
                 haue
                 their
                 alternall
                 variations
                 and
                 vicissitudes
                 ,
                 euen
                 in
                 gathering
                 and
                 expence
                 ,
                 as
                 in
                 all
                 other
                 passages
                 .
                 ●There
                 bee
                 few
                 scraping
                 fathe●s
                 ,
                 but
                 their
                 children
                 proue
                 witty
                 scatterers
                 ,
                 or
                 foolish
                 retainers
                 :
                 experience
                 of
                 many
                 ages
                 scarce
                 produce
                 one
                 contradiction
                 to
                 this
                 generall
                 obseruation
                 .
                 The
                 father
                 vs●th
                 no
                 more
                 diligence
                 in
                 damning
                 his
                 soule
                 by
                 getting
                 goods
                 vnlawfully
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 sonne
                 doth
                 in
                 sp●nding
                 them
                 prodigally
                 :
                 Let
                 this
                 therefore
                 learne
                 
                   Vsurers
                   ,
                   Ingrossers
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Oppressors
                 of
                 all
                 professions
                 ,
                 (
                 if
                 they
                 loue
                 their
                 wealth
                 ,
                 and
                 would
                 not
                 haue
                 it
                 wasted
                 ;
                 or
                 loue
                 their
                 children
                 ,
                 and
                 would
                 not
                 haue
                 them
                 vndone
                 )
                 to
                 secure
                 their
                 estates
                 rather
                 from
                 their
                 children
                 ,
                 then
                 for
                 them
                 .
                 It
                 is
                 not
                 the
                 want
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 enioying
                 of
                 aboundance
                 that
                 vndoes
                 many
                 men
                 .
                 The
                 rich
                 father
                 who
                 dares
                 bestow
                 nothing
                 on
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 prodigall
                 sonne
                 that
                 spends
                 all
                 on
                 others
                 ,
                 and
                 keepes
                 nothing
                 for
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 are
                 the
                 miserablest
                 beggers
                 in
                 the
                 world
                 .
                 Others
                 haue
                 pitty
                 and
                 prouision
                 to
                 helpe
                 them
                 ,
                 t●ese
                 nothing
                 but
                 derision
                 and
                 scorne
                 .
                 No
                 Hospitall
                 will
                 entertaine
                 them
                 ;
                 only
                 the
                 father
                 finds
                 roome
                 in
                 Bedlame
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 sonne
                 a
                 hole
                 in
                 the
                 Counter
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 dungeon
                 in
                 Newgate
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ONOCROTALVS
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               TO
               THE
               RIGHT
               hopefull
               KNIGHT
               ,
               Sir
               THOMAS
               SOVTHVVELL
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   YOur
                   name
                   hath
                   long
                   been
                   mist
                   ,
                   now
                   fairely
                   rise
                
                 
                   And
                   make
                   your
                   Country
                   flourish
                   .
                   All
                   our
                   eyes
                
                 
                   Are
                   cast
                   vpon
                   your
                   actions
                   ;
                   then
                   on
                   vs
                
                 
                   Reflect
                   your
                   loue
                   .
                   Shun
                   Onocrotalus
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 
                 VVHilome
                 within
                 the
                 Persian
                 gulfe
                 did
                 haunt
              
               
                 A
                 fowle
                 much
                 like
                 our
                 greedy
                 Cormorant
                 ,
              
               
                 Cal'd
                 Onocrotalus
                 ,
                 who
                 vsde
                 to
                 prey
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 fish
                 ,
                 or
                 fowle
                 ,
                 or
                 beast
                 which
                 past
                 his
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 had
                 a
                 crop
                 vnder
                 his
                 bosome
                 wide
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 compasse
                 like
                 a
                 sacke
                 ,
                 and
                 thereto
                 side
                 .
              
               
               
                 Much
                 harme
                 and
                 spoile
                 he
                 did
                 ,
                 for
                 none
                 could
                 passe
              
               
                 But
                 fild
                 his
                 pouch
                 ,
                 if
                 bird
                 ,
                 beast
                 ,
                 fish
                 ,
                 it
                 was
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 length
                 th'
                 oppressed
                 birds
                 ,
                 with
                 fish
                 ,
                 and
                 beast
                 ,
              
               
                 Petition
                 to
                 their
                 Soueraignes
                 ,
                 and
                 request
              
               
                 Aide
                 and
                 protection
                 gainst
                 the
                 open
                 wrong
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 tyrant
                 daily
                 did
                 ,
                 and
                 had
                 done
                 long
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 beasts
                 vnto
                 the
                 Lyon
                 made
                 complaint
                 .
              
               
                 Birds
                 to
                 the
                 Eagle
                 .
                 Fishes
                 did
                 acquaint
              
               
                 The
                 Seas
                 great
                 Emperour
                 the
                 Whale
                 .
                 with
                 griefe
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 all
                 sustain'd
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 implor'd
                 reliefe
                 .
              
               
                 Long
                 was
                 it
                 ere
                 they
                 could
                 be
                 heard
                 ,
                 for
                 still
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Cormorant
                 ,
                 (
                 for
                 so
                 we
                 call
                 him
                 will
                 )
              
               
                 Had
                 many
                 friends
                 in
                 euery
                 Court
                 ,
                 which
                 he
              
               
                 Maintainde
                 with
                 large
                 shares
                 ,
                 and
                 full
                 liberall
                 fee.
              
               
                 For
                 still
                 his
                 gorge
                 full
                 laden
                 ,
                 ready
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 they
                 mist
                 else-where
                 they
                 here
                 had
                 food
                 :
              
               
                 Food
                 of
                 each
                 kinde
                 ,
                 for
                 euery
                 stomacke
                 fit
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 such
                 as
                 fauorites
                 were
                 ,
                 had
                 part
                 of
                 it
                 .
              
               
                 Long
                 thus
                 he
                 put
                 them
                 off
                 ,
                 yet
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 counter-bribes
                 ,
                 their
                 weake
                 petitions
                 past
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Eagle
                 first
                 did
                 seeke
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 theefe
                 where
                 he
                 would
                 wish
                 ,
                 vpon
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 Quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 well
                 met
                 ,
                 are
                 you
                 the
                 fowle
                 that
                 prey
                 ,
              
               
                 Vpon
                 our
                 harmlesse
                 subiects
                 night
                 and
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 none
                 can
                 this
                 way
                 passe
                 and
                 vse
                 his
                 trade
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 is
                 a
                 subiect
                 to
                 your
                 fury
                 made
                 ?
              
               
                 Not
                 I
                 sir
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Cormorant
                 )
                 I
                 am
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 liue
                 in
                 contemplation
                 all
                 alone
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 poke
                 I
                 begge
                 with
                 ,
                 to
                 sustaine
                 my
                 need
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 I
                 no
                 fowle
                 am
                 but
                 a
                 beast
                 indeed
                 .
              
               
                 Quoth
                 then
                 the
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 wherefore
                 serue
                 thy
                 wing
                 ?
              
               
                 O
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Cormorant
                 )
                 thou
                 mighty
                 king
              
               
               
                 Of
                 feathered
                 fowles
                 ,
                 these
                 two
                 are
                 my
                 forefeet
                 ,
              
               
                 Held
                 vp
                 to
                 honor
                 thee
                 ,
                 with
                 reuerence
                 meete
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 thou
                 maist
                 be
                 full
                 resolu'd
                 ,
                 and
                 know
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 vnto
                 the
                 Lyon
                 duty
                 owe
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 subiects
                 to
                 their
                 Soueraignes
                 ,
                 not
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 thou
                 wilt
                 vsurpe
                 authoritie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 into
                 other
                 neighbour
                 Realmes
                 incroch
              
               
                 (
                 Which
                 to
                 thy
                 Iustice
                 were
                 a
                 fowle
                 reproch
                 )
              
               
                 
                 Heare
                 but
                 my
                 voice
                 .
                 With
                 that
                 he
                 steps
                 aside
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 water
                 thrusts
                 his
                 wezand
                 wide
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 an
                 Asse
                 gan
                 bray
                 .
                 The
                 Eagle
                 straight
              
               
                 Hearing
                 his
                 voice
                 ,
                 suspected
                 no
                 deceit
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 p●●●
                 away
                 to
                 seeke
                 what
                 now
                 he
                 saw
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 When
                 the
                 late
                 noyse
                 he
                 made
                 did
                 thither
                 draw
              
               
                 The
                 kingly
                 Lyon
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 hunt
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 th'
                 other
                 did
                 to
                 finde
                 th'
                 oppressor
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 he
                 spide
                 him
                 ;
                 What
                 art
                 thou
                 quoth
                 he
              
               
                 The
                 beast
                 gainst
                 whom
                 so
                 many
                 plaine
                 to
                 me
                 ?
              
               
                 O
                 noble
                 Lyon
                 ,
                 quoth
                 the
                 Cormorant
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 a
                 fish
                 ,
                 the
                 water
                 still
                 I
                 hant
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 here
                 I
                 take
                 my
                 food
                 ,
                 and
                 lead
                 my
                 life
                 ,
              
               
                 Free
                 from
                 oppression
                 ,
                 and
                 each
                 cause
                 of
                 strife
                 .
              
               
                 Why
                 ,
                 quoth
                 the
                 Lyon
                 ,
                 now
                 I
                 heard
                 thee
                 bray
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 an
                 Asse
                 .
                 True
                 ,
                 True
                 ,
                 my
                 Lord
                 ye
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Quoth
                 this
                 smooth
                 hypocrite
                 )
                 for
                 I
                 would
                 faine
              
               
                 Be
                 like
                 an
                 Asse
                 ,
                 so
                 innocent
                 and
                 plaine
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 loue
                 beasts
                 well
                 ,
                 and
                 next
                 your
                 excellence
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 humble
                 Asse
                 ,
                 for
                 still
                 his
                 patience
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 to
                 put
                 your
                 highnesse
                 out
                 of
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 Behold
                 me
                 swimme
                 and
                 diue
                 ,
                 (
                 so
                 launcht
                 he
                 out
              
               
                 Far
                 from
                 the
                 Lyons
                 reach
                 )
                 If
                 beasts
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 Can
                 swimme
                 and
                 diue
                 thus
                 ,
                 I
                 a
                 beast
                 may
                 be
                 .
              
               
               
                 With
                 that
                 he
                 diues
                 ,
                 saying
                 ,
                 Sir
                 fare
                 you
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 faire
                 commends
                 to
                 the
                 King
                 Whale
                 I
                 'le
                 tell
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lyon
                 parted
                 thence
                 ;
                 the
                 Whale
                 that
                 way
              
               
                 Had
                 sought
                 this
                 Monster
                 all
                 the
                 liue-long
                 day
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 seeing
                 such
                 an
                 vn●outh
                 thing
                 glide
                 past
                 ,
              
               
                 Within
                 his
                 Kingdome
                 ,
                 with
                 such
                 nimble
                 hast
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 call'd
                 and
                 bad
                 him
                 stay
                 ,
                 and
                 will'd
                 him
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 were
                 Onocrotalus
                 ,
                 that
                 fell
              
               
                 And
                 cruell
                 murtherer
                 ,
                 who
                 hauocke
                 made
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 that
                 in
                 that
                 wealthy
                 Rode
                 did
                 trade
                 ?
              
               
                 O
                 mighty
                 Emperour
                 (
                 aloud
                 he
                 cri'de
                 )
              
               
                 I
                 hardly
                 scap't
                 euen
                 now
                 his
                 cursed
                 pride
              
               
                 For
                 being
                 by
                 my
                 noble
                 Master
                 sent
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 The
                 Eagle
                 King
                 of
                 fowles
                 )
                 you
                 to
                 present
              
               
                 With
                 birds
                 and
                 other
                 iunkets
                 in
                 my
                 crop
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 needs
                 would
                 me
                 from
                 your
                 glad
                 presence
                 stop
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 but
                 he
                 heard
                 you
                 comming
                 ,
                 I
                 surmise
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 lawlesse
                 force
                 had
                 made
                 me
                 lawfull
                 prize
                 .
              
               
                 Quoth
                 then
                 the
                 Whale
                 ,
                 I
                 search
                 to
                 meete
                 that
                 slaue
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 art
                 thou
                 that
                 canst
                 so
                 well
                 behaue
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 tayle
                 and
                 nimble
                 fins
                 ?
                 Art
                 not
                 a
                 fish
                 ?
              
               
                 That
                 I
                 were
                 such
                 (
                 quoth
                 he
                 )
                 it
                 is
                 my
                 wish
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 like
                 thy
                 milder
                 reigne
                 where
                 subiects
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 loue
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 for
                 dread
                 ,
                 they
                 thee
                 obey
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 would
                 arm'd
                 in
                 white
                 scales
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 might
                 choose
              
               
                 Serue
                 thee
                 a
                 fish
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 blacke
                 feathers
                 loose
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Nature
                 this
                 forbids
                 ;
                 yet
                 still
                 I
                 striue
                 ,
              
               
                 Euen
                 from
                 my
                 youth
                 ,
                 fish-like
                 to
                 swim
                 and
                 diue
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 vnderstand
                 their
                 language
                 ,
                 and
                 conuerse
              
               
                 With
                 them
                 whose
                 ciuill
                 manners
                 ,
                 are
                 lesse
                 fierce
              
               
                 Then
                 beasts
                 or
                 birds
                 be
                 .
                 For
                 they
                 drinke
                 far
                 more
              
               
                 And
                 eat
                 much
                 lesse
                 ,
                 then
                 we
                 doe
                 on
                 the
                 shore
                 .
              
               
               
                 This
                 drinking
                 I
                 delight
                 in
                 ,
                 and
                 haue
                 tride
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 all
                 good
                 meanes
                 to
                 make
                 my
                 belly
                 wide
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 see
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 a
                 fowle
                 .
                 So
                 vp
                 he
                 hies
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 takes
                 his
                 wings
                 with
                 speede
                 ,
                 and
                 far
                 thence
                 flies
                 ?
              
               
                 The
                 Whal●
                 then
                 found
                 his
                 cunning
                 and
                 straight
                 sent
              
               
                 A
                 priuy
                 letter
                 of
                 his
                 close
                 intent
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 to
                 the
                 Eagle
                 and
                 the
                 Lyon
                 stout
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 meet
                 and
                 ioyne
                 ,
                 and
                 finde
                 this
                 Out-law
                 out
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 met
                 ,
                 and
                 ioynd
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 this
                 Out-law
                 found
              
               
                 Nor
                 in
                 the
                 Sea
                 ,
                 nor
                 yet
                 vpon
                 the
                 ground
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 flying
                 in
                 the
                 aire
                 ,
                 but
                 in
                 a
                 hold
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 hollow
                 tree
                 ,
                 whose
                 strength
                 made
                 braggard
                 bold
                 .
              
               
                 
                 They
                 spoke
                 him
                 faire
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 discerned
                 plaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 drift
                 ,
                 and
                 cride●
                 Faire
                 words
                 make
                 Idiots
                 faine
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 threatned
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 threats
                 he
                 doth
                 deride
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 saith
                 ,
                 by
                 threatning
                 words
                 none
                 euer
                 dyde
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Eagle
                 would
                 haue
                 ventred
                 on
                 his
                 neast
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 his
                 bill
                 held
                 right
                 vpon
                 his
                 breast
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 a
                 stiffe
                 souldi●rs
                 pike
                 ,
                 sharpe
                 ,
                 long
                 ,
                 and
                 armd
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 no
                 way
                 but
                 right
                 downe
                 he
                 could
                 be
                 harmd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lyo●
                 would
                 haue
                 torne
                 with
                 teeth
                 and
                 nailes
              
               
                 The
                 tree
                 vp
                 by
                 the
                 roote
                 ,
                 but
                 wanted
                 sailes
              
               
                 To
                 swim
                 so
                 farre
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 in
                 waters
                 stood
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Wh●le
                 then
                 thought
                 to
                 tosse
                 it
                 in
                 the
                 flood
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 a
                 rocke
                 it
                 grew
                 ,
                 and
                 growing
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 bad
                 them
                 do
                 their
                 worst
                 ,
                 he
                 fear'd
                 no
                 foe
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 saide
                 ,
                 they
                 would
                 besiedge
                 and
                 starue
                 him
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 laught
                 amaine
                 ,
                 and
                 shew'd
                 how
                 gainst
                 that
                 doub●
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 prouided
                 ,
                 hauing
                 store
                 to
                 serue
              
               
                 So
                 long
                 ,
                 till
                 if
                 they
                 staid
                 ,
                 they
                 all
                 would
                 starue
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 each
                 bethought
                 himselfe
                 of
                 many
                 a
                 wile
              
               
                 And
                 war-like
                 stratagem
                 ,
                 how
                 to
                 beguile
              
               
               
                 This
                 politique
                 Rebell
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 force
                 him
                 yield
              
               
                 Or
                 starue
                 within
                 ,
                 or
                 venter
                 to
                 the
                 field
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 workes
                 the
                 ayre
                 ,
                 the
                 water
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 land
              
               
                 Did
                 ere
                 produce
                 ,
                 these
                 Captaines
                 vnderstand
                 :
              
               
                 B●t
                 none
                 found
                 able
                 to
                 enforce
                 his
                 strength
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 warlike
                 Ly●n
                 yet
                 conceiu'd
                 at
                 length
              
               
                 How
                 to
                 effect
                 it
                 .
                 Great
                 confederates
                 heare
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Quoth
                 he
                 )
                 what
                 I
                 propound
                 .
                 There
                 's
                 uought
                 I
                 feare
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 I
                 speake
                 of
                 .
                 Once
                 I
                 did
                 rebell
              
               
                 Against
                 out
                 Generall
                 Soueraigne
                 Man
                 :
                 to
                 tell
              
               
                 This
                 fault
                 doth
                 touch
                 my
                 honour
                 ,
                 but
                 you
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 ●now
                 haue
                 been
                 co-partners
                 in
                 my
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 most
                 gracious
                 pardon
                 .
                 Then
                 ,
                 O
                 then
              
               
                 I
                 kept
                 within
                 my
                 fort
                 ,
                 a
                 hideous
                 den
              
               
                 Caru'd
                 out
                 of
                 rocke
                 it
                 was
                 ;
                 and
                 no
                 way
                 he
              
               
                 Could
                 force
                 me
                 out
                 ,
                 or
                 make
                 assault
                 on
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 last
                 with
                 indignation
                 mou'd
                 ,
                 he
                 takes
              
               
                 A
                 mighty
                 flint
                 vp
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 hurling
                 ,
                 breakes
              
               
                 The
                 same
                 against
                 a
                 rocke
                 ,
                 which
                 flying
                 sings
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sparkles
                 from
                 the
                 ayre
                 betwixt
                 them
                 springs
              
               
                 As
                 from
                 a
                 red-hot
                 yron
                 ,
                 when
                 a
                 Smith
              
               
                 With
                 heauy
                 hammer
                 beats
                 it
                 on
                 a
                 stith
                 .
              
               
                 Neere
                 hand
                 he
                 had
                 before
                 laid
                 leaues
                 with
                 rosse
              
               
                 From
                 Okes
                 torne
                 with
                 a
                 Northern
                 blast
                 ,
                 and
                 mosse
              
               
                 Dride
                 in
                 the
                 parching
                 Sun
                 :
                 and
                 wood
                 which
                 dide
              
               
                 By
                 killing
                 age
                 ,
                 and
                 stood
                 my
                 den
                 beside
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 sparks
                 inflam'd
                 this
                 stuffe
                 ,
                 which
                 in
                 the
                 mouth
              
               
                 Of
                 my
                 darke
                 Caue
                 he
                 plac'd
                 :
                 the
                 winde
                 then
                 South
              
               
                 Forc'd
                 in
                 the
                 smoke
                 ,
                 and
                 this
                 ayre-thickning
                 smoke
              
               
                 Infor'd
                 me
                 thus
                 ,
                 either
                 come
                 out
                 or
                 choke
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 issue
                 you
                 remember
                 :
                 this
                 alone
              
               
                 Must
                 be
                 our
                 proiect
                 now
                 ;
                 or
                 Art
                 hath
                 none
                 .
              
               
                 Hie
                 therefore
                 braue-bird
                 brother
                 ,
                 quickly
                 take
              
               
                 Twixt
                 your
                 strong
                 tallents
                 this
                 great
                 flint
                 ,
                 and
                 make
              
               
                 Experience
                 of
                 my
                 plot
                 .
                 Mount
                 with
                 it
                 hie
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 it
                 fall
                 ,
                 that
                 fire
                 may
                 from
                 it
                 flie
                 :
              
               
                 Which
                 kindled
                 once
                 ,
                 fan
                 gently
                 with
                 your
                 wing
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cherish
                 with
                 soft
                 breath
                 :
                 then
                 let
                 the
                 king
              
               
                 Of
                 fishes
                 with
                 his
                 mighty
                 nostrels
                 puffe
              
               
                 Till
                 it
                 ●lames
                 fiercely
                 ,
                 and
                 burnes
                 hot
                 enough
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 counsell
                 they
                 applaud
                 ;
                 but
                 th'
                 Eagle
                 thought
              
               
                 How
                 purer
                 ,
                 hotter
                 ,
                 flames
                 might
                 soone
                 be
                 ●ought
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 vp
                 he
                 nimbly
                 fores
                 the
                 milke-white
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 (
                 being
                 a
                 minion
                 knowne
                 )
                 he
                 findes
                 no
                 stay
                 ;
              
               
                 Each
                 dore
                 ●●ies
                 ope
                 alone
                 ,
                 till
                 to
                 the
                 eare
              
               
                 Of
                 mighty
                 loue
                 he
                 gets
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 him
                 heare
              
               
                 His
                 businesse
                 and
                 his
                 suite
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 for
                 fire
              
               
                 And
                 thunderbolts
                 ;
                 loue
                 grants
                 his
                 full
                 desire
                 .
              
               
                 Downe
                 quickly
                 he
                 descends
                 and
                 makes
                 a
                 traine
              
               
                 About
                 the
                 place
                 where
                 this
                 theefe
                 doth
                 remaine
                 :
              
               
                 Then
                 powder
                 he
                 applies
                 vnto
                 the
                 root
              
               
                 Of
                 t'hollow
                 tree
                 ,
                 and
                 thence
                 the
                 slaue
                 doth
                 shoot
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 shoots
                 him
                 thence
                 into
                 the
                 ayre
                 as
                 hye
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 th'
                 Eagles
                 selfe
                 could
                 follow
                 with
                 his
                 eye
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 downe
                 he
                 comes
                 and
                 doth
                 descend
                 the
                 deep
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 the
                 still
                 Center
                 doth
                 no
                 motion
                 keep
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 vp
                 againe
                 aboue
                 the
                 swelling
                 maine
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 bounds
                 ,
                 there
                 floting
                 without
                 sense
                 or
                 paine
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 ere
                 he
                 can
                 recouer
                 labouring
                 breath
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 lo●h
                 to
                 part
                 ,
                 the
                 Whal●
                 from
                 vndern●ath
              
               
               
                 The
                 traytor
                 doth
                 attach
                 ,
                 and
                 straightway
                 brings
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 arrayn'd
                 before
                 the
                 other
                 Kings
                 .
              
               
                 Him
                 they
                 examine
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 will
                 confesse
              
               
                 No
                 truth
                 ,
                 but
                 what
                 they
                 know
                 as
                 he
                 doth
                 gh●sse
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 they
                 doe
                 racke
                 him
                 (
                 being
                 rent
                 before
                 )
              
               
                 Yet
                 he
                 no
                 truth
                 ,
                 but
                 many
                 a
                 lye
                 doth
                 rore
                 .
              
               
                 Till
                 with
                 the
                 violent
                 torture
                 and
                 constraint
                 ,
              
               
                 Life
                 almost
                 failing
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 sufferings
                 faint
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 gorge
                 he
                 vomits
                 and
                 bewraies
                 with
                 paine
              
               
                 The
                 truth
                 ,
                 for
                 which
                 they
                 sought
                 so
                 long
                 in
                 vaine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 first
                 (
                 preposterously
                 )
                 he
                 casteth
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 slimy
                 lubricke
                 meats
                 ,
                 
                   Eele
                   ,
                   Gudgeon
                   ,
                   Trout
                
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Citie
                 heires
                 ,
                 Gilt-head
                 and
                 Golden●eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Belonging
                 to
                 the
                 Sea-kings
                 soueraignty
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 this
                 euidence
                 conuict
                 ,
                 the
                 tryall
              
               
                 Proceeds
                 to
                 proue
                 him
                 guilty
                 in
                 denyall
              
               
                 Of
                 farther
                 wrongs
                 done
                 .
                 The
                 
                   Wood-cocke
                   ,
                   Parret
                
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Goose
                 ,
                 the
                 
                   Dotterell
                   ,
                   lack●daw
                
                 prone
                 to
                 parret
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Sea●gull
                 and
                 the
                 Cinclos
                 weake
                 and
                 friendlesse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 of
                 poore
                 widdow
                 -
                 Turtles
                 numbers
                 endlesse
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 diuers
                 subiects
                 to
                 the
                 royall
                 Eagle
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 doth
                 as
                 easily
                 voide
                 ,
                 as
                 erst
                 inueagle
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Yet
                 still
                 vnto
                 the
                 Lyon
                 he
                 denies
              
               
                 Himselfe
                 a
                 trespasser
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 those
                 lyes
              
               
                 He
                 lately
                 made
                 ,
                 and
                 late
                 was
                 taken
                 in
                 ,
              
               
                 Afford
                 presumption
                 of
                 his
                 farther
                 sinne
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 againe
                 they
                 racke
                 him
                 one
                 pin
                 higher
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 he
                 vtters
                 more
                 then
                 they
                 desire
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 foolish
                 Cony
                 ,
                 and
                 an
                 innocent
                 Lambe
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 credulous
                 Cal●●
                 new
                 weaned
                 from
                 the
                 dam
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 in
                 wardship
                 ;
                 a
                 ridiculous
                 M●use
              
               
                 For
                 feare
                 of
                 Cats
                 leauing
                 her
                 sheltring
                 house
                 :
              
               
               
                 And
                 last
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 (
                 for
                 which
                 the
                 Lyon
                 greeued
                 )
              
               
                 A
                 Hare
                 ,
                 from
                 execution
                 oft
                 repreeued
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 these
                 with
                 easie
                 vtterance
                 ,
                 doth
                 declare
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 did
                 fowle
                 ,
                 nor
                 beast
                 ,
                 nor
                 fishes
                 spare
              
               
                 But
                 preide
                 on
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 became
                 a
                 prey
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 
                   Eagle
                   ,
                   Whale
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Lyon
                 ,
                 eu'ry
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 prou'de
                 and
                 made
                 by
                 demonstration
                 plaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Beyond
                 the
                 power
                 of
                 impudence
                 to
                 faine
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 then
                 excepts
                 against
                 th'vndue
                 proceeding
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 in
                 his
                 apprehension
                 vsde
                 ,
                 not
                 heeding
              
               
                 The
                 law
                 of
                 Nations
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 force
                 constraining
              
               
                 (
                 Himselfe
                 )
                 an
                 others
                 subiect
                 ,
                 remaining
              
               
                 In
                 peace
                 ,
                 and
                 league
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 arrayn'd
              
               
                 Like
                 to
                 a
                 Traytor
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 tortures
                 payn'd
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 saith
                 the
                 place
                 he
                 kept
                 in
                 was
                 without
              
               
                 Their
                 iurisdiction
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 made
                 no
                 doubt
              
               
                 To
                 proue
                 it
                 with
                 large
                 priuiledges
                 blessed
              
               
                 A
                 sanctuarie
                 for
                 the
                 poore
                 distressed
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 slight
                 his
                 cauils
                 ;
                 And
                 the
                 Whale
                 demands
              
               
                 In
                 whose
                 vnknowne
                 ,
                 strange
                 gouernment
                 it
                 stands
              
               
                 If
                 not
                 in
                 one
                 of
                 theirs
                 ?
                 For
                 ayre
                 ,
                 earth
                 ,
                 sea
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 they
                 haue
                 (
                 but
                 Man
                 and
                 what
                 Mans
                 be
                 )
                 ,
              
               
                 Doe
                 properly
                 belong
                 to
                 one
                 of
                 these
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 may
                 dispose
                 of
                 all
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 best
                 please
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 pray
                 then
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Corm●rant
                 )
                 relate
              
               
                 To
                 whose
                 Emperiall
                 crowne
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 whose
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 enuy'd
                 neast
                 belongs
                 ?
                 which
                 of
                 you
                 three
              
               
                 Claime
                 th'
                 interest
                 as
                 Lord
                 by
                 right
                 of
                 fee
                 ?
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 it
                 proper
                 be
                 to
                 one
                 ,
                 the
                 rest
              
               
                 Haue
                 done
                 much
                 wrong
                 ,
                 t'
                 vsurp
                 his
                 interest
              
               
                 Whose
                 it
                 should
                 be
                 .
                 This
                 question
                 he
                 did
                 make
              
               
                 Hoping
                 thereby
                 their
                 setled
                 loues
                 to
                 shake
              
               
               
                 ●y
                 couetous
                 ambition
                 ,
                 whilst
                 they
                 all
              
               
                 ●ould
                 make
                 their
                 claimes
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 asunder
                 fall
                 .
              
               
                 ●ut
                 the
                 foreseeing
                 Eagle
                 bids
                 him
                 minde
              
               
                 ●is
                 owne
                 affaires
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 thinke
                 t'vnwinde
              
               
                 ●he
                 snares
                 true
                 Iustice
                 laies
                 about
                 his
                 life
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ut
                 interposing
                 such
                 slight
                 cause
                 of
                 strife
              
               
                 ●etwixt
                 such
                 firme
                 friends
                 ,
                 in
                 strong
                 league
                 combinde
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 all
                 strength
                 of
                 entercourse
                 entwinde
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 to
                 satisfie
                 this
                 curious
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 Know
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Eagle
                 )
                 that
                 being
                 hem'd
                 about
              
               
                 With
                 floting
                 waters
                 ,
                 it
                 belongs
                 to
                 him
              
               
                 Who
                 gouerns
                 all
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 waters
                 swim
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 as
                 it
                 on
                 the
                 stedfast
                 earth
                 doth
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 longs
                 to
                 him
                 that
                 is
                 the
                 king
                 of
                 land
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 large
                 tree
                 which
                 spreads
                 his
                 spacious
                 bowes
              
               
                 In
                 th'
                 open
                 ayre
                 ,
                 within
                 my
                 kingdome
                 growes
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 neast
                 thus
                 longs
                 to
                 all
                 of
                 vs
                 ,
                 thy
                 food
              
               
                 Stolne
                 from
                 our
                 subiects
                 ,
                 in
                 th'
                 ayre
                 ,
                 earth
                 ,
                 flood
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 thou
                 thy selfe
                 must
                 needs
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 beest
                 either
              
               
                 Beast
                 ,
                 bird
                 ,
                 or
                 fish
                 ,
                 be
                 one
                 of
                 ours
                 ;
                 if
                 neither
                 ,
              
               
                 Say
                 what
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 or
                 whose
                 thou
                 art
                 ;
                 for
                 all
              
               
                 But
                 Man
                 and
                 Monsters
                 in
                 this
                 number
                 fall
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Then
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Cormorant
                 )
                 I
                 doe
                 belong
              
               
                 Vnto
                 the
                 fearefull
                 Dragon
                 ,
                 whose
                 blacke
                 tongue
              
               
                 Threats
                 death
                 to
                 each
                 of
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 keeps
                 in
                 awe
                 
              
               
                 Your
                 humbler
                 spirits
                 ,
                 making
                 his
                 will
                 your
                 law
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 is
                 the
                 king
                 of
                 serpents
                 ,
                 whose
                 strong
                 breath
              
               
                 Confounds
                 your
                 strength
                 with
                 all-subduing
                 death
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 rules
                 the
                 vpper
                 region
                 ,
                 purging
                 fire
              
               
                 Which
                 searcheth
                 hell
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 to
                 heau'n
                 aspire
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 ,
                 this
                 alone
                 it
                 was
                 which
                 I
                 obay'd
              
               
                 When
                 that
                 strong
                 law
                 vnto
                 my
                 neast
                 you
                 layd
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                 But
                 you
                 that
                 sprightly
                 power
                 by
                 int●usion
              
               
                 Falsely
                 vsurpt
                 to
                 my
                 deuout
                 confusion
                 .
              
               
                 Fire
                 onely
                 to
                 the
                 Dragon
                 doth
                 belong
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 vnto
                 me
                 ,
                 you
                 haue
                 done
                 wrong
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 him
                 I
                 doe
                 appeale
                 ;
                 and
                 haue
                 resort
              
               
                 In
                 this
                 great
                 cause
                 to
                 his
                 infallible
                 Court.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 speech
                 inflam'd
                 their
                 hearts
                 with
                 heat
                 &
                 scorne
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 confronted
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 ouerborne
              
               
                 By
                 a
                 base
                 villaine
                 who
                 did
                 proudly
                 brag
                 on
              
               
                 The
                 free
                 protection
                 of
                 their
                 foe
                 the
                 Dragon
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 with
                 a
                 full
                 resolue
                 ,
                 they
                 all
                 agree
              
               
                 Each
                 for
                 himselfe
                 and
                 his
                 reueng
                 to
                 bee
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lyon
                 takes
                 ,
                 feet
                 ,
                 head
                 and
                 throat
                 away
                 :
              
               
                 With
                 those
                 he
                 walk't
                 and
                 like
                 an
                 Ass●
                 did
                 bray
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Eagle
                 seaseth
                 on
                 his
                 wings
                 and
                 taile
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 these
                 he
                 bird-like
                 in
                 the
                 ayre
                 did
                 saile
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Whale
                 his
                 body
                 swallowes
                 at
                 a
                 bit
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 vs'de
                 fish-like
                 ,
                 diu'd
                 and
                 swam
                 with
                 it
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Traytor-like
                 hee
                 's
                 quarter'd
                 out
                 and
                 caru'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Would
                 land
                 and
                 water
                 Pyrats
                 were
                 so
                 s●ru'd
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 
                   The
                   water
                   Pyrat
                   euery
                   one
                   doth
                   know
                
                 
                   They
                   rob
                   our
                   Marchants
                   ,
                   and
                   allegeance
                   owe
                
                 
                   To
                   no
                   command
                   ;
                   dutie
                   to
                   none
                   will
                   giue
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   out-lawes
                   ,
                   like
                   the
                   sea
                   wherein
                   they
                   liue
                   .
                
                 
                   Our
                   Pyrats
                   on
                   the
                   land
                   haue
                   sundry
                   kinds
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   sundry
                   obiects
                   .
                   Our
                   goods
                   ,
                   bodies
                   ,
                   minds
                   .
                
                 
                   Law-state-Church
                   Pyrats
                   ,
                   when
                   no
                   Church
                   ,
                   state
                   ,
                   law
                   ,
                
                 
                   Can
                   their
                   irregular
                   liues
                   to
                   fashion
                   draw
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   The
                   first
                   pretending
                   gouernment
                   of
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   freeing
                   such
                   as
                   into
                   danger
                   fall
                   ;
                
                 
                   Doe
                   kill
                   in
                   curing
                   ,
                   and
                   oppresse
                   with
                   easing
                
                 
                   Both
                   the
                   delinquent
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   free
                   displeasing
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   second
                   guard
                   our
                   land
                   from
                   forraigne
                   force
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   they
                   themselues
                   (
                   perhaps
                   )
                   afflict
                   vs
                   worse
                   .
                
                 
                   Strangers
                   may
                   not
                   deuoure
                   vs
                   ,
                   yet
                   we
                   are
                
                 
                   By
                   peace
                   eat
                   vp
                   ,
                   more
                   then
                   we
                   wont
                   by
                   warre
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   third
                   are
                   of
                   two
                   kinds
                   ;
                   our
                   owne
                   and
                   others
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   not
                   in
                   doctrine
                   ,
                   but
                   in
                   fact
                   are
                   brothers
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Our
                   owne
                   feed
                   few
                   (
                   for
                   the
                   dumb
                   dog
                   still
                   lurches
                   )
                
                 
                   They
                   'le
                   not
                   teach
                   one
                   ,
                   but
                   swallow
                   many
                   Churches
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   vnto
                   ignorance
                   our
                   soules
                   betray
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   seducing
                   diuells
                   giue
                   silent
                   way
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   other
                   knowes
                   ,
                   no
                   king
                   ,
                   but
                   knowes
                   their
                   subiects
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   faines
                   to
                   reconcile
                   ,
                   but
                   make
                   them
                   abiects
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   place
                   is
                   priuileg'd
                   ,
                   no
                   law
                   ,
                   no
                   Nation
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   all
                   the
                   world
                   his
                   parish
                   is
                   and
                   station
                   .
                
                 
                   Rome
                   giues
                   him
                   licence
                   ,
                   and
                   although
                   he
                   swim
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   whole
                   sea
                   ,
                   there
                   is
                   no
                   roome
                   for
                   him
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   cries
                   where
                   s'ere
                   he
                   comes
                   ;
                   Al
                   's
                   mine
                   ,
                   giue
                   room
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   if
                   it
                   be
                   oppos'de
                   a
                   fatall
                   doom
                
                 
                   Becomes
                   his
                   vsher
                   .
                   Kings
                   must
                   kisse
                   his
                   foot
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   curses
                   ,
                   pistolls
                   ,
                   poyson
                   ,
                   hell
                   can
                   doo
                   't
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   nor
                   these
                   ,
                   nor
                   hell
                   ,
                   then
                   Faux
                   more
                   skilfull
                
                 
                   Will
                   charme
                   the
                   open
                   earth
                   ,
                   blow
                   vp
                   the
                   wilfull
                   .
                
                 
                   These
                   Cormorants
                   my
                   bleare-eyde
                   Muse
                   hath
                   spide
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   there
                   are
                   many
                   Cormorauts
                   beside
                   .
                
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 man
                 seeke
                 a
                 true
                 body
                 for
                 this
                 shadow
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 read
                 Commines
                 his
                 fourth
                 booke
                 ;
                 where
                 hee
                 shall
                 see
                 Lewis
                 of
                 Luxe●b●rgh
                 Earle
                 of
                 S.
                 Paul
                 &
                 Constable
                 
                 of
                 France
                 ,
                 playing
                 the
                 right
                 part
                 of
                 Onocrotalus
                 with
                 Le●is
                 the
                 XI
                 .
                 King
                 of
                 France
                 (
                 shadowed
                 by
                 the
                 Eagle●
                 because
                 hee
                 ouer-sored
                 the
                 other
                 Princes
                 in
                 wisedome
                 and
                 policie
                 ,
                 and
                 because
                 that
                 kingdome
                 hath
                 been
                 honored
                 with
                 ●he
                 Emperiall
                 crowne
                 and
                 armes
                 )
                 As
                 also
                 with
                 the
                 King
                 of
                 England
                 Ed●ard
                 the
                 fourth
                 shadowed
                 by
                 the
                 Lyon
                 (
                 both
                 in
                 regard
                 the
                 Lyon
                 is
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 Armes
                 of
                 England
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 that
                 the
                 said
                 King
                 was
                 a
                 most
                 valiant
                 Prince
                 ,
                 hauing
                 been
                 personally
                 present
                 in
                 nine
                 set
                 battailes
                 ,
                 and
                 remaining
                 Conquerour
                 in
                 all
                 .
                 And
                 lastly
                 with
                 Charles
                 Duke
                 of
                 Burgu●die
                 ,
                 shadowed
                 by
                 the
                 Whale
                 (
                 both
                 in
                 regard
                 he
                 was
                 strong
                 by
                 Sea
                 ,
                 as
                 also
                 for
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 terrible
                 and
                 cumbersom
                 to
                 all
                 his
                 neighbour
                 Princes
                 )
                 If
                 any
                 seeke
                 farther
                 they
                 seeke
                 without
                 mee
                 ,
                 and
                 must
                 be
                 their
                 owne
                 guides
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               ASSE
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               .
               TO
               THE
               LEARNED
               and
               iudicious
               KNIGHT
               Sr.
               HAMOND
               LE-STRANGE
               .
               
            
             
               
                 
                   Some
                   beasts
                   are
                   ●minous
                   some
                   birds
                   are
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   Massolanus
                   and
                   ●our
                   selfe
                   say
                   no.
                
                 
                   Hee
                   slew
                   the
                   Augurs
                   bird●
                   My
                   ●illy
                   Asse
                   .
                
                 
                   May
                   ●o
                   a
                   wise-man
                   without
                   perill
                   passe
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 ALthough
                 in
                 ●taly
                 ,
                 in
                 France
                 ,
                 and
                 Spaine
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 those
                 hotter
                 Regions
                 ,
                 there
                 remaine
              
               
                 Great
                 store
                 of
                 Asses
                 ?
                 and
                 with
                 vs
                 but
                 few
                 ,
              
               
                 Saue
                 some
                 that
                 our
                 late
                 Trauellers
                 do
                 shew
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 the
                 Pope
                 and
                 Romane
                 Clergie
                 ride
              
               
                 In
                 euery
                 lowly
                 ,
                 patient
                 ,
                 humble
                 pride
              
               
                 Vpon
                 these
                 beasts
                 ,
                 or
                 on
                 their
                 bastards
                 rather
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 fits
                 each
                 single
                 ,
                 simple
                 ,
                 holy
                 father
                 .
              
               
               
                 I
                 would
                 not
                 haue
                 you
                 thinke
                 my
                 meaning
                 such
              
               
                 A
                 beast
                 of
                 theirs
                 or
                 of
                 our
                 owne
                 to
                 touch
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Asse
                 I
                 talke
                 of
                 ,
                 bred
                 in
                 Thess●ly
              
               
                 Came
                 to
                 a
                 country
                 man
                 ,
                 a
                 neighbour
                 by
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 great
                 mone
                 ,
                 that
                 euery
                 sauage
                 beast
              
               
                 In
                 woods
                 and
                 fields
                 ,
                 the
                 greatest
                 and
                 the
                 least
              
               
                 Misus
                 de
                 him
                 ,
                 wrongd
                 him
                 ,
                 made
                 it
                 all
                 their
                 sport
              
               
                 To
                 trouble
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 no
                 remedy
                 for
                 't
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Man
                 seemde
                 pit●ifull
                 ,
                 enclind
                 to
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gaue
                 the
                 Asse
                 aduice
                 to
                 leaue
                 the
                 wood
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 dwell
                 with
                 him
                 who
                 able
                 was
                 and
                 strong
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 weake
                 Retainers
                 to
                 protect
                 from
                 wrong
                 .
              
               
                 True
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Asse
                 )
                 your
                 wit
                 ,
                 your
                 strength
                 I
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 how
                 can
                 I
                 deserue
                 the
                 grace
                 and
                 shew
                 ?
              
               
                 What
                 benefit
                 or
                 pleasure
                 whilst
                 I
                 liue
              
               
                 Can
                 I
                 doe
                 you
                 ,
                 who
                 must
                 my
                 liuelyhoood
                 giue
                 ?
              
               
                 Quoth
                 Man
                 ,
                 for
                 my
                 protection
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 meat
              
               
                 You
                 shall
                 affoard
                 me
                 but
                 your
                 dung
                 and
                 sweat
                 ,
              
               
                 Those
                 excrements
                 t'
                 inrich
                 and
                 lust
                 my
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 with
                 corne
                 and
                 vintage
                 may
                 abound
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 I
                 chance
                 to
                 trauell
                 farre
                 and
                 nye
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 like
                 a
                 friend
                 ,
                 shall
                 beare
                 me
                 company
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Asse
                 was
                 glad
                 the
                 cou●nants
                 were
                 so
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 straight
                 agrees
                 ,
                 nor
                 long
                 consulting
                 stood
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 articles
                 were
                 drawne●
                 read
                 openly
                 ,
              
               
                 Sealed
                 and
                 deliuered
                 interchangable
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 homethey
                 goe
                 ,
                 and
                 long
                 together
                 dwelt
              
               
                 Without
                 repentance
                 ;
                 neither
                 greeuance
                 felt
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 man
                 in
                 innocence
                 remain'd
                 not
                 long
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 since
                 is
                 apt
                 to
                 doe
                 all
                 innocence
                 wrong
                 .
              
               
                 Sure
                 here
                 it
                 fell
                 out
                 so
                 .
                 The
                 crafty
                 Man
              
               
                 Wo
                 say
                 and
                 vnsay
                 ,
                 lye
                 ,
                 and
                 cauill
                 can
                 ,
              
               
               
                 Went
                 to
                 the
                 Asse
                 ,
                 and
                 (
                 all
                 inrag'd
                 )
                 demands
                 ?
              
               
                 Why
                 all
                 that
                 while
                 he
                 had
                 not
                 dung'd
                 his
                 lands
                 ?
              
               
                 Sir
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Asse
                 )
                 such
                 compasse
                 as
                 I
                 yield
              
               
                 I
                 haue
                 with
                 daiely
                 care
                 laid
                 in
                 your
                 field
                 .
              
               
                 True
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Man
                 )
                 but
                 that
                 will
                 not
                 suffice
              
               
                 To
                 dung
                 my
                 ground
                 ,
                 that
                 plenty
                 may
                 arise
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 so
                 you
                 vndertooke
                 .
                 Then
                 out
                 of
                 hand
              
               
                 See
                 you
                 prouide
                 enough
                 to
                 serue
                 my
                 land
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 yeeld
                 what
                 you
                 keepe
                 backe
                 good
                 store
                 of
                 sweat
                 
              
               
                 Or
                 I
                 le
                 giue
                 store
                 of
                 blowes
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 of
                 meat
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Asse
                 finds
                 he
                 is
                 wrong'd
                 ,
                 but
                 sees
                 not
                 how
              
               
                 To
                 right
                 himselfe
                 ;
                 weake
                 men
                 to
                 stronger
                 bow
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 does
                 what
                 man
                 commands
                 ,
                 and
                 rather
                 more
              
               
                 Till
                 Man
                 grows
                 rich
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 grows
                 proud
                 ,
                 with
                 store
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 man
                 must
                 trauaile
                 ,
                 must
                 his
                 kinsfolke
                 see
              
               
                 And
                 other
                 countries
                 how
                 they
                 fashion'd
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Asse
                 must
                 goe
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 so
                 't
                 was
                 agreed
              
               
                 To
                 beare
                 him
                 company
                 .
                 Well
                 mote
                 they
                 speed
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Man
                 a
                 saddle
                 sets
                 vpon
                 his
                 backe
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 hal●er
                 on
                 his
                 head
                 ,
                 which
                 wit
                 doth
                 lacke
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 meane
                 you
                 master
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 simple
                 Asse
                 )
              
               
                 These
                 will
                 but
                 make
                 me
                 weary
                 as
                 I
                 passe
                 ?
              
               
                 Foole
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Man
                 )
                 thinke
                 you
                 I
                 le
                 haue
                 my
                 Page●
              
               
                 Not
                 suited
                 to
                 the
                 fashions
                 of
                 this
                 age
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 should
                 be
                 sham'd
                 to
                 s●e
                 you
                 neere
                 me
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 a
                 cloake
                 ,
                 and
                 bout
                 your
                 neck
                 a
                 band
                 .
              
               
                 Proud
                 was
                 the
                 silly
                 Asse
                 ,
                 to
                 heare
                 he
                 stood
              
               
                 So
                 high
                 in
                 fauour
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 onward
                 skud
              
               
                 With
                 willing
                 pace
                 ,
                 not
                 like
                 a
                 sleepy
                 snaile
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 tossing
                 of
                 his
                 eares
                 ,
                 winching
                 his
                 taile
                 .
              
               
                 Long
                 trauailde
                 they
                 ,
                 till
                 to
                 a
                 brook
                 they
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 Wherein
                 a
                 many
                 siluer
                 fishes
                 swam
                 .
              
               
               
                 A
                 bridge
                 was
                 n●●re
                 ,
                 but
                 Man
                 withheld
                 his
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 would
                 not
                 see
                 the
                 bridge
                 ,
                 some
                 reason
                 why
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Asse
                 went
                 through
                 the
                 water
                 :
                 quoth
                 he
                 then
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 beasts
                 are
                 far
                 more
                 happier
                 than
                 all
                 Men.
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 by
                 nature
                 safely
                 cloth'd
                 ,
                 and
                 armde
                 ,
              
               
                 Gainst
                 cold
                 ,
                 heat
                 ,
                 drought
                 ,
                 and
                 wet
                 ;
                 we
                 easly
                 harmde
              
               
                 With
                 any
                 small
                 annoyance
                 .
                 You
                 are
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gainst
                 all
                 these
                 extreames
                 must
                 patient
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Asse
                 being
                 prais'd
                 ,
                 vpon
                 no
                 ground
                 stood
                 still
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 must
                 turne
                 backe
                 againe
                 to
                 shew
                 his
                 skill
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 boast
                 his
                 valour
                 ,
                 let
                 his
                 Master
                 know
              
               
                 All
                 his
                 good
                 parts
                 ,
                 and
                 s●ruices
                 arow
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 sir
                 ,
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 you
                 on
                 my
                 backe
                 I
                 'le
                 beare
                 ,
              
               
                 Safe
                 o're
                 this
                 water●
                 G●t
                 vp
                 ,
                 nothing
                 fear●
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Man
                 leapt
                 lightly
                 vp
                 .
                 Dissimulation
              
               
                 "
                 Doth
                 neither
                 stirrup
                 n●●d
                 ,
                 nor
                 great
                 perswasion
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Asse
                 doth
                 quickly
                 passe
                 the
                 Ri●er
                 .
                 Then
              
               
                 He
                 stayes
                 ,
                 and
                 prayes
                 him
                 light
                 .
                 No
                 ,
                 (
                 s●ith
                 the
                 Man
                 )
              
               
                 Proceed
                 vpon
                 your
                 iourney
                 you
                 can
                 beare
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 dare
                 not
                 light
                 ,
                 to
                 fall
                 I
                 stand
                 in
                 fear●
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 'le
                 kneele
                 then
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Asse
                 )
                 and
                 down
                 he
                 kneels
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Man
                 straight
                 raisde
                 him
                 with
                 his
                 whip
                 and
                 heels
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Master
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Ass●●
                 you
                 promisde
                 meat
                 ,
              
               
                 You●
                 cou●nant
                 giues
                 no
                 liberty
                 to
                 b●at
                 .
              
               
                 ●oole
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Man
                 )
                 the
                 word
                 expresly
                 meant
                 ,
              
               
                 Wages
                 for
                 worke
                 impli●s
                 a
                 punishm●nt
              
               
                 For
                 sluggishnesse
                 and
                 sloth
                 ;
                 make
                 haste
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 busin●sse
                 and
                 the
                 time
                 permits
                 no
                 stay
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 on
                 they
                 goe
                 ,
                 till
                 the
                 Asse
                 now
                 almost
                 tyred
                 ,
              
               
                 Askt
                 pitty
                 of
                 the
                 Man
                 ,
                 and
                 ease
                 desired
                 ,
              
               
                 Th●t
                 the
                 would
                 daigne
                 a
                 little
                 while
                 to
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Man
                 denide
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 laught
                 out-right
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 doubled
                 blowes
                 with
                 whip
                 ,
                 with
                 heele
                 ,
                 &
                 staffe
                 .
                 
              
               
                 O
                 tyrant
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Asse
                 )
                 dost
                 fight
                 and
                 laugh
                 ?
              
               
                 Are
                 these
                 th'
                 effects
                 of
                 promises
                 and
                 words
                 ?
              
               
                 Is
                 this
                 the
                 peace
                 your
                 law
                 ,
                 bond
                 ,
                 faith
                 ,
                 affords
                 ?
              
               
                 Keep
                 you
                 your
                 couenants
                 thus
                 ?
                 O
                 man
                 thinke
                 how
              
               
                 You
                 make
                 vs
                 traytors
                 ,
                 when
                 you
                 ,
                 breake
                 your
                 vow
                 .
              
               
                 Why
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Man
                 )
                 my
                 couenants
                 are
                 vnbroke
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 haue
                 performde
                 whatsere
                 I
                 wrote
                 or
                 spoke
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 giue
                 you
                 meat
                 ,
                 my
                 meaning
                 likevvise
                 vvas
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 giue
                 you
                 blovves
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 you
                 plaide
                 the
                 Asse
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 to
                 haue
                 your
                 ex●rem●nts
                 and
                 sweat
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 cannot
                 haue
                 those
                 but
                 by
                 vvorke
                 and
                 heat
                 ,
              
               
                 Therefore
                 I
                 ride
                 you
                 .
                 You
                 were
                 to
                 attend
              
               
                 In
                 all
                 my
                 iourneyes
                 on
                 me
                 like
                 a
                 friend
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 vvhat
                 is
                 liker
                 to
                 a
                 friend
                 I
                 pray
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 a
                 mans
                 drudge
                 ,
                 that
                 toyles
                 both
                 night
                 &
                 day
                 ?
              
               
                 That
                 carries
                 him
                 through
                 thicke
                 and
                 thin
                 vvith
                 paine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 a
                 sure
                 stud
                 for
                 all
                 turnes
                 doth
                 remaine●
              
               
                 O
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Ass●
                 )
                 the
                 vvorld
                 vvas
                 neuer
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 other
                 on
                 mentall
                 reseruation
                 stood
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 only
                 vvas
                 to
                 beare
                 you
                 company
                 ,
              
               
                 True
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Man
                 )
                 to
                 beare
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 carry
                 me
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 damn'd
                 equiuocation
                 ,
                 vvho
                 at
                 first
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 poore
                 Asse
                 )
                 this
                 double
                 Doctrine
                 nurst
                 ?
              
               
                 No
                 Merchant
                 ,
                 Tradesman
                 ,
                 Lavvyer
                 ,
                 nor
                 Diuine
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 much
                 frō
                 truth
                 they
                 warp
                 ,
                 frō
                 grace
                 decline
                 ,
              
               
                 Could
                 be
                 the
                 a●thors
                 of
                 this
                 ample
                 euill
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 truthes
                 professed
                 foe
                 ,
                 that
                 i●gling
                 deuill
                 .
                 
              
               
                 That
                 Diuell
                 who
                 taught
                 it
                 first
                 ,
                 and
                 practiz'd
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 paridise
                 ,
                 vnto
                 our
                 generall
                 woe
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 Diuell
                 which
                 doth
                 renue
                 in
                 euery
                 age
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 this
                 alone
                 his
                 kingdome
                 and
                 image
                 .
              
               
               
                 For
                 without
                 this
                 his
                 kingdome
                 would
                 decay
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 without
                 this
                 his
                 image
                 weare
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 onely
                 murthers
                 truth
                 ,
                 opposeth
                 faith
                 ,
              
               
                 Deceiuing
                 ,
                 whether
                 true
                 or
                 false
                 it
                 saith
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 true
                 we
                 dare
                 not
                 trust
                 it
                 fearing
                 ill
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 false
                 ,
                 like
                 truth
                 it
                 looks
                 ,
                 and
                 tempts
                 vs
                 will.
              
               
                 Quoth
                 Man
                 ,
                 thou
                 preachest
                 well
                 ;
                 and
                 well
                 mightst
                 passe
              
               
                 Couldst
                 thou
                 speake
                 Latin
                 too
                 ,
                 to
                 say
                 a
                 Masse
                 .
              
               
                 Thy
                 folly
                 was
                 in
                 fault
                 rashly
                 to
                 draw
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 articles
                 without
                 aduice
                 at
                 law
                 .
              
               
                 
                 There
                 wanted
                 stops
                 ,
                 pricks
                 ,
                 letters
                 ,
                 here
                 and
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 your
                 leaue
                 some
                 words
                 the
                 truth
                 to
                 cleere
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 quoth
                 the
                 Asse
                 ,
                 had
                 euery
                 word
                 ,
                 stop
                 ,
                 letter
                 ,
              
               
                 Been
                 left
                 vnwritten
                 my
                 estate
                 were
                 better
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 plague
                 ,
                 when
                 power
                 expoundeth
                 lawes
              
               
                 Not
                 as
                 the
                 truth
                 requires
                 ,
                 but
                 as
                 the
                 cause
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 euery
                 letter
                 may
                 an
                 error
                 breed
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 helpe
                 the
                 rich
                 ,
                 and
                 begger
                 such
                 as
                 need
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 tyrants
                 do
                 capitulate
                 and
                 treat
              
               
                 Not
                 to
                 conclude
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 deceiue
                 and
                 cheat
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 your
                 false
                 minds
                 are
                 candi'de
                 ore
                 with
                 words
              
               
                 As
                 your
                 gay
                 sheathes
                 conceale
                 your
                 bloody
                 swords
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Man
                 )
                 I
                 thinke
                 that
                 Balaams
                 Asse
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 golden
                 Apuly's
                 ,
                 thy
                 Tutor
                 was
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 so
                 eloquent
                 ,
                 so
                 learned
                 ,
                 witty
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 thou
                 hadst
                 been
                 taught
                 in
                 Athens
                 Citty
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Athens
                 ?
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Asse
                 )
                 now
                 I
                 espie
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 speake
                 no
                 truth
                 ,
                 but
                 when
                 yee
                 thinke
                 to
                 lie
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 a
                 Cockny
                 once
                 ,
                 of
                 noble
                 blood
                 ,
              
               
                 Traind
                 vp
                 in
                 Athens
                 Court
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 the
                 flood
              
               
                 of
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 bathde
                 my
                 youth
                 ,
                 (
                 but
                 not
                 in
                 Art
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 Which
                 causde
                 this
                 transformation
                 ,
                 teares
                 ,
                 and
                 smart
                 .
              
               
               
                 Yet
                 went
                 our
                 Master
                 ,
                 and
                 was
                 well
                 allowde●
              
               
                 (
                 With
                 many
                 of
                 my
                 kin
                 )
                 in
                 that
                 thicke
                 crowde
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Philip
                 did
                 so
                 learnedly
                 dispute
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 made
                 
                   Demost
                   ●enes
                
                 with
                 wonder
                 mute
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 in
                 fauour
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 did
                 passe
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 braue
                 and
                 wise
                 ,
                 though
                 now
                 I
                 be
                 an
                 Asse
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 no
                 Man
                 ought
                 to
                 iudge
                 by
                 forme
                 ,
                 or
                 face
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 fauour
                 ,
                 or
                 imployment
                 ,
                 or
                 by
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 are
                 the
                 wise
                 and
                 foolish
                 .
                 Dunces
                 oft
              
               
                 ●Passe
                 by
                 great
                 doctors
                 .
                 Baboones
                 leap
                 aloft
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 may
                 proue
                 like
                 me
                 ,
                 (
                 li●e
                 to
                 be
                 switcht
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 my
                 fortune
                 meet
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 bewitcht
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 I
                 bewitched
                 was
                 ,
                 you
                 now
                 shall
                 heare
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 true
                 accomplisht
                 Caualere
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 hath
                 not
                 trauailde
                 .
                 And
                 the'rs
                 few
                 of
                 these
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 scape
                 bewitching
                 ,
                 passing
                 ouer
                 Seas
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 first
                 trauail'd
                 ,
                 my
                 braue
                 Spirit
                 did
                 moue
                 ,
              
               
                 T'
                 attempt
                 great
                 Ladies
                 and
                 to
                 purchace
                 loue
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 purcha'st
                 loue
                 so
                 long
                 ,
                 till
                 all
                 I
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 purcha'st
                 from
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 my selfe
                 full
                 glad
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 leaue
                 both
                 Court
                 and
                 Citie
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 try
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 better
                 Country
                 fortune
                 to
                 espie
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 much
                 much
                 toyle
                 ,
                 and
                 many
                 courtly
                 shifts
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 length
                 I
                 did
                 arriue
                 mongst
                 craggy
                 clifts
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 barraine
                 rocks
                 ,
                 t'
                 a
                 smoaky
                 house
                 which
                 stood
              
               
                 Alone
                 ,
                 besides
                 a
                 fearefull
                 desart
                 wood
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 with
                 a
                 wither'd
                 witch
                 I
                 long
                 time
                 staid
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Bel-dame
                 that
                 had
                 been
                 Mede●es
                 maid
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 turn'd
                 me
                 to
                 an
                 Asse
                 that
                 very
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 Th'
                 Odcombian
                 wit
                 ,
                 did
                 odly
                 scape
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 may
                 his
                 good
                 shooes
                 praise
                 ,
                 pray
                 for
                 his
                 heeles
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 those
                 he
                 scap't
                 .
                 And
                 yet
                 I
                 feare
                 he
                 feeles
                 ,
              
               
               
                 His
                 braine
                 ,
                 was
                 turning
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 euer
                 passe
              
               
                 That
                 way
                 againe
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 turne
                 perfect
                 Asse
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 will
                 many
                 more
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 I
                 ,
              
               
                 Except
                 they
                 stop
                 their
                 eares
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 passe
                 by
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Man
                 )
                 this
                 is
                 a
                 pretty
                 fable
                 ,
              
               
                 Fitting
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 so
                 neere
                 vnto
                 the
                 stable
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 le
                 now
                 alight
                 ,
                 we
                 two
                 are
                 perfect
                 friends
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 iourney
                 and
                 thy
                 tale
                 together
                 ends
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 they
                 went
                 in
                 to
                 rest
                 ,
                 but
                 euer
                 since
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Man
                 mounts
                 on
                 the
                 Asse
                 ,
                 although
                 he
                 wince
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 remedy
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 must
                 obay
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 sadled
                 ,
                 bridell'd
                 ,
                 and
                 bound
                 euery
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 might
                 haue
                 look'd
                 before
                 he
                 made
                 his
                 match
                 :
              
               
                 Now
                 ti
                 's
                 too
                 late
                 ,
                 when
                 time
                 was
                 past
                 to
                 watch
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Yet
                 euer
                 since
                 he
                 letters
                 hates
                 and
                 learning
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 ther
                 's
                 no
                 fault
                 in
                 them
                 ,
                 but
                 his
                 discerning
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 shunneth
                 water
                 too
                 ,
                 all
                 that
                 he
                 can
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 cause
                 which
                 made
                 him
                 first
                 a
                 slaue
                 to
                 Man.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 must
                 learne
                 from
                 hence
                 these
                 lessons
                 .
              
               
                 1.
                 
                 
                 First
                 to
                 beware
                 with
                 whome
                 wee
                 deale
                 :
                 for
                 if
                 hee
                 be
                 stronger
                 either
                 in
                 person
                 ,
                 or
                 by
                 friends
                 ,
                 wee
                 shall
                 become
                 his
                 prey
                 :
                 if
                 hee
                 be
                 richer
                 ,
                 hie
                 gold
                 will
                 weigh
                 dow
                 one
                 siluer
                 :
                 if
                 he
                 be
                 more
                 eloquent
                 ,
                 his
                 lies
                 will
                 be
                 belecued
                 before
                 our
                 truths
                 :
                 if
                 hee
                 bee
                 the
                 Iudge
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 giue
                 sentence
                 according
                 to
                 his
                 honour
                 ,
                 
                 or
                 at
                 least
                 according
                 to
                 his
                 owne
                 profit
                 .
                 This
                 is
                 seene
                 by
                 generall
                 ●xperience
                 ,
                 and
                 ●sp●cially
                 in
                 that
                 man
                 of
                 sinne
                 ,
                 who
                 pretends
                 to
                 Iudge
                 of
                 all
                 controu●rsies
                 ,
                 and
                 expounder
                 of
                 all
                 doubts
                 ;
                 d●termin●s
                 the
                 darkest
                 things
                 to
                 be
                 cleere
                 in
                 his
                 owne
                 b●half●
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 most
                 clecre
                 and
                 pregnant
                 proofes
                 brought
                 against
                 him
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 darke
                 and
                 obscure
                 .
              
               
                 2.
                 
                 Secondly
                 ,
                 we
                 must
                 beware
                 of
                 whom
                 wee
                 take
                 counsell
                 ;
                 they
                 may
                 be
                 our
                 enemies
                 to
                 morrow
                 ,
                 that
                 are
                 our
                 friends
                 to
                 day
                 ;
                 we
                 often
                 shew
                 our
                 euid●nces
                 to
                 such
                 ,
                 who
                 for
                 a
                 larger
                 free
                 giuen
                 by
                 our
                 aduers●ries
                 ,
                 know
                 how
                 to
                 betray
                 vs
                 ,
                 and
                 open
                 a
                 gap
                 for
                 the
                 ouerthrow
                 of
                 our
                 cause
                 .
              
               
                 3.
                 
                 Thirdly
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 we
                 slee
                 for
                 protection
                 from
                 wrongs
                 ,
                 lest
                 shunning
                 the
                 Buzzard
                 ,
                 wee
                 become
                 a
                 prey
                 of
                 the
                 Sparhauke
                 .
                 Many
                 poore
                 men
                 are
                 swallowed
                 in
                 this
                 pit-fall
                 :
                 we
                 make
                 lawes
                 to
                 tye
                 our
                 owne
                 winges
                 .
                 So
                 much
                 of
                 euery
                 act
                 is
                 taken
                 as
                 will
                 scrue
                 for
                 lime-twigs
                 to
                 take
                 vs
                 ;
                 the
                 rest
                 which
                 should
                 reforme
                 ,
                 lies
                 vse
                 lesse
                 .
                 We
                 receiue
                 strength
                 into
                 a
                 towne
                 ,
                 which
                 beeing
                 once
                 in
                 possession
                 ,
                 hold
                 for
                 themselues
                 ,
                 and
                 plague
                 vs
                 worse
                 the
                 then
                 enemies
                 would
                 haue
                 done
                 .
                 So
                 the
                 Brittai●es
                 (
                 our
                 fellowes
                 )
                 call'd
                 in
                 the
                 S●x●ns
                 (
                 our
                 fathers
                 )
                 and
                 all
                 histories
                 are
                 full
                 of
                 like
                 examples
                 .
                 We●el
                 might
                 the
                 last
                 yeere
                 haue
                 looked
                 into
                 this
                 glasse
                 ,
                 now
                 it
                 is
                 too
                 late
                 .
                 The
                 hand
                 which
                 holdes
                 it
                 ,
                 hath
                 practised
                 the
                 Falcone●s
                 first
                 prou●rbe
                 in
                 many
                 places
                 before
                 .
                 It
                 knowes
                 how
                 to
                 holde
                 fast
                 :
                 and
                 knowes
                 no
                 other
                 honour
                 ,
                 but
                 profit
                 .
                 But
                 C●llis
                 was
                 wiser
                 ,
                 who
                 would
                 rather
                 yeeld
                 it selfe
                 to
                 the
                 Archduke
                 
                 then
                 expect
                 profferd
                 deliuerance
                 by
                 vs.
                 The
                 French
                 durst
                 not
                 let
                 vs
                 haue
                 footing
                 againe
                 in
                 France
                 ,
                 we
                 had
                 taught
                 them
                 too
                 well
                 before
                 how
                 hardly
                 we
                 are
                 intreated
                 to
                 let
                 goe
                 our
                 hold
                 in
                 so
                 good
                 a
                 Countrey
                 .
                 Let
                 this
                 then
                 teach
                 vs
                 to
                 beware
                 .
              
               
                 4.
                 
                 Fourthly
                 ,
                 let
                 vs
                 take
                 heede
                 to
                 whom
                 wee
                 giue
                 And
                 what
                 we
                 giue
                 .
                 A
                 talent
                 is
                 too
                 much
                 for
                 a
                 Cynicke
                 to
                 receiue
                 ;
                 a
                 groat
                 too
                 little
                 for
                 a
                 King
                 to
                 giue
                 :
                 discretion
                 must
                 guide
                 liberality
                 .
                 Many
                 bounties
                 haue
                 miscarried
                 ,
                 and
                 been
                 lost
                 ,
                 vndoing
                 both
                 the
                 giuer
                 and
                 receiuer
                 ,
                 whil'st
                 they
                 were
                 not
                 proportioned
                 according
                 to
                 the
                 worth
                 and
                 respect
                 of
                 both
                 parties
                 .
                 Our
                 age
                 may
                 looke
                 in
                 this
                 glasse
                 .
                 Who
                 giues
                 some
                 the
                 first
                 peny
                 ,
                 giues
                 him
                 earnest
                 mony
                 to
                 begge
                 still
                 ,
                 encouraging
                 rather
                 then
                 releeuing
                 .
                 Giue
                 such
                 the
                 whip
                 .
                 We
                 often
                 giue
                 presents
                 to
                 our
                 betters
                 ,
                 &
                 they
                 expect
                 the
                 custome
                 still
                 :
                 power
                 demands
                 that
                 of
                 duty
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 first
                 granted
                 by
                 way
                 of
                 bencuolence
                 .
              
               
                 Lastly
                 let
                 vs
                 beware
                 what
                 we
                 receiue
                 from
                 others
                 and
                 what
                 we
                 put
                 on
                 .
                 It
                 may
                 be
                 a
                 saddle
                 ,
                 which
                 wee
                 thinke
                 an
                 ornament
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 bridle
                 which
                 we
                 thinke
                 a
                 
                 grace
                 .
                 Diuers
                 forraigne
                 ouertures
                 shew
                 this
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 home
                 the
                 inu●stitures
                 of
                 Ireland
                 ,
                 made
                 by
                 the
                 Pope
                 to
                 Henry
                 the
                 second
                 whereby
                 that
                 Sea
                 challengeth
                 right
                 in
                 Ireland
                 .
                 All
                 other
                 titles
                 and
                 prerogatiues●which
                 come
                 from
                 thence
                 ,
                 are
                 of
                 this
                 nature
                 ;
                 and
                 were
                 sent
                 to
                 this
                 end
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 witnesses
                 of
                 their
                 interest
                 .
                 Doubtlesse
                 the
                 Diuell
                 pretends
                 thus
                 to
                 bee
                 author
                 of
                 our
                 
                 knowledge
                 ;
                 &
                 saith
                 but
                 for
                 him
                 we
                 had
                 neuer
                 known
                 good
                 and
                 euill
                 asunder
                 .
                 Our
                 lawes
                 and
                 priuiledges
                 written
                 in
                 the
                 Norm●n●
                 tongue
                 are
                 euidences
                 to
                 prooue
                 our
                 subiection
                 to
                 William
                 of
                 Norm●ndy
                 ;
                 as
                 
                 the
                 vniuersall
                 speech
                 of
                 the
                 Latin
                 proued
                 the
                 worlds
                 slauery
                 to
                 Rome
                 ,
                 though
                 none
                 were
                 thought
                 free
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 braue
                 fellowes
                 ,
                 but
                 such
                 slaues
                 as
                 spake
                 that
                 tongue
                 ;
                 the
                 rest
                 Barbari●●s
                 .
                 Merchants
                 will
                 trust
                 vs
                 to
                 draw
                 vs
                 into
                 their
                 book
                 es
                 ;
                 they
                 bridle
                 and
                 saddle
                 vs
                 with
                 gay
                 clothes
                 ,
                 (
                 like
                 foot-clothes
                 to
                 
                   Asses
                   ;
                
                 )
                 then
                 they
                 girt
                 vs
                 vp
                 sure
                 ,
                 and
                 mount
                 our
                 backs
                 ,
                 whil'st
                 we
                 can
                 walke
                 free
                 in
                 no
                 ground
                 ,
                 not
                 in
                 the
                 streets
                 .
                 Our
                 stable
                 is
                 the
                 Counter
                 ,
                 where
                 we
                 are
                 mad●
                 right
                 Asses
                 :
                 Hither
                 many
                 Courtly
                 Gallants
                 make
                 hast
                 to
                 come
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 stand
                 at
                 liuery
                 in
                 the
                 HOLE
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               CVRIALE
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               TO
               the
               good
               acceptance
               of
               Master
               FLYODE
               ,
               Admirall
               to
               the
               
                 Queenes
                 Maiestie
              
               ,
               and
               of
               her
               Counsell
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   The
                   Court
                   from
                   Flies
                   and
                   fleas
                   you
                   cannot
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   such
                   sweet
                   meates
                   ,
                   good
                   fires
                   ,
                   soft
                   beds
                   there
                   be
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   guard
                   your
                   eyes
                   and
                   eares
                   well
                   ,
                   for
                   we
                   know
                   ,
                
                 
                   Princes
                   both
                   heare
                   and
                   see
                   by
                   such
                   as
                   you
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 THe
                 Flie
                 and
                 Flea
                 hauing
                 in
                 Court
                 got
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Saw
                 all
                 such
                 Courtiers
                 as
                 were
                 chi●fe
                 in
                 grace
                 .
              
               
                 Still
                 present
                 with
                 the
                 King
                 :
                 how
                 in
                 his
                 eare
              
               
                 For
                 being
                 busie
                 ,
                 some
                 rewarded
                 were
                 :
              
               
                 Others
                 they
                 saw
                 get
                 wealth
                 with
                 standing
                 nie
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 none
                 did
                 thriue
                 that
                 were
                 not
                 in
                 his
                 Eye
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 thought
                 since
                 these
                 alone
                 grew
                 rich
                 and
                 braue
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 would
                 as
                 nimbly
                 too
                 themselues
                 behaue
                 .
              
               
               
                 ●hat
                 they
                 were
                 black
                 could
                 be
                 no
                 hindrance
                 thought
                 ,
              
               
                 ●or
                 many
                 blacke
                 gownes
                 their
                 pre●erment
                 sought
                 .
              
               
                 ●ut
                 their
                 ambition
                 reacht
                 t'
                 ingrosse
                 all
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 shoulder
                 others
                 from
                 so
                 wisht
                 a
                 place●
              
               
                 ●nd
                 thus
                 resolu'd
                 ,
                 the
                 Flea
                 leapes
                 vp
                 alo●t
                 ,
              
               
                 ●nd
                 in
                 the
                 Kings
                 eare
                 falls
                 with
                 footing
                 soft
                 .
              
               
                 ●he
                 foolish
                 Flie
                 did
                 mount
                 with
                 speedy
                 wing
              
               
                 ●etwixt
                 the
                 Eye-lids
                 of
                 th'
                 amazed
                 King
                 ;
              
               
                 ●ho
                 with
                 his
                 nimble
                 hand
                 did
                 apprehend
              
               
                 ●he
                 rusticke
                 Courtiers
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 hopes
                 soon
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 Quoth
                 he
                 ,
                 Ye
                 saucy
                 Traytors
                 ,
                 Dare
                 ye
                 thus
              
               
                 ●resume
                 our
                 presence
                 neuer
                 cald
                 by
                 vs
                 ?
              
               
                 Or
                 being
                 come
                 ,
                 Is
                 there
                 no
                 other
                 place
              
               
                 ●n
                 all
                 our
                 Court
                 to
                 please
                 you
                 ,
                 but
                 our
                 face
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 our
                 face
                 no
                 roome
                 can
                 you
                 espie
                 ,
              
               
                 ●ut
                 our
                 reserued
                 ●are
                 ?
                 our
                 tender
                 eye
                 ?
              
               
                 ●n
                 all
                 my
                 kingdomes
                 you
                 might
                 freely
                 range
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 varied
                 pleasures
                 euery
                 minute
                 change
              
               
                 Without
                 my
                 perturbation
                 :
                 only
                 heere
              
               
                 Your
                 boldnesse
                 you
                 shall
                 both
                 with
                 life
                 buy
                 deere
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 the
                 Eagle
                 takes
                 no
                 Fleaes
                 nor
                 Flyes
              
               
                 Y●t
                 for
                 pre●umption
                 both
                 by
                 th'
                 Eagle
                 dyes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 THis
                 tells
                 inferiours
                 that
                 they
                 must
                 not
                 aspire
                 too
                 
                 high
                 ,
                 nor
                 presume
                 too
                 far●e
                 .
                 All
                 persons
                 are
                 not
                 ●it
                 for
                 all
                 places
                 :
                 fooles
                 mistake
                 ,
                 and
                 ouer-doe
                 ;
                 wise●en
                 warme
                 themselues
                 at
                 the
                 fire
                 ,
                 where
                 children
                 ●urne
                 their
                 fingers
                 :
                 many
                 seeking
                 to
                 be
                 in
                 grace
                 ,
                 disgrace
                 themselues
                 .
                 None
                 was
                 thought
                 fitter
                 to
                 bee
                 Emperour
                 then
                 Galba
                 ,
                 till
                 being
                 made
                 Emperour
                 
                 he
                 prooued
                 himselfe
                 vnfit
                 .
                 Or
                 age
                 hath
                 seene
                 many
                 of
                 these
                 Babels
                 ,
                 whose
                 ruines
                 seeme
                 greater
                 farre
                 of●
                 then
                 at
                 hand
                 .
                 In
                 a
                 darke
                 night
                 each
                 Mete●r
                 ,
                 each
                 
                   I
                   gnis
                   fatuus
                
                 seemes
                 a
                 Sunne
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 comming
                 neere
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 they
                 cannot
                 bee
                 seene
                 .
                 There
                 bee
                 many
                 ofthese
                 ,
                 who
                 if
                 they
                 had
                 not
                 attained
                 preferment
                 ,
                 would
                 haue
                 thought
                 themselues
                 wronged
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 world
                 would
                 haue
                 thought
                 them
                 vnfortunate
                 ;
                 as
                 if
                 enuy
                 had
                 crost
                 honour
                 from
                 beholding
                 them
                 with
                 equiualence
                 :
                 when
                 now
                 hauing
                 attained
                 what
                 their
                 ambitions
                 desire
                 ,
                 they
                 see
                 their
                 owne
                 insufficiencies
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 world
                 iudging
                 them
                 vnworthy
                 of
                 such
                 eminence
                 ,
                 say
                 they
                 serue
                 for
                 nothing
                 but
                 to
                 keepe
                 out
                 better
                 Men.
                 Their
                 high
                 flight
                 rather
                 helpt
                 by
                 the
                 winds
                 strength
                 ,
                 (
                 by
                 fauour
                 and
                 grace
                 )
                 then
                 by
                 their
                 owne
                 wings
                 (
                 vertue
                 and
                 true
                 worth
                 ,
                 )
                 serues
                 onely
                 to
                 shew
                 the
                 world
                 it
                 s
                 owne
                 blindnesse
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 weakenesse
                 ;
                 for
                 being
                 aloft
                 in
                 the
                 top
                 and
                 pride
                 of
                 their
                 pitch
                 ,
                 they
                 make
                 many
                 plaines
                 ,
                 and
                 dare
                 not
                 come
                 freely
                 at
                 all
                 occasions
                 ;
                 but
                 they
                 soone
                 stoop
                 to
                 the
                 lure
                 of
                 the
                 dead
                 quarry
                 ,
                 hauing
                 good
                 stomackes
                 ,
                 but
                 bad
                 hearts
                 ;
                 what
                 they
                 speake
                 ,
                 what
                 they
                 doe
                 ,
                 as
                 not
                 out
                 of
                 their
                 owne
                 strength
                 and
                 sufficiency
                 ,
                 but
                 from
                 others
                 direction
                 .
                 They
                 are
                 french
                 souldiers
                 and
                 Statesmen
                 ;
                 their
                 horses
                 ,
                 their
                 seruants
                 must
                 be
                 Knighted
                 ,
                 for
                 these
                 did
                 the
                 seruice
                 ;
                 It
                 was
                 not
                 the
                 Rider
                 ,
                 his
                 care
                 was
                 only
                 to
                 keepe
                 the
                 saddle
                 warme
                 and
                 to
                 sit
                 sure
                 .
              
               
                 Againe
                 ,
                 it
                 tells
                 Superiours
                 that
                 the
                 poorest
                 and
                 
                 most
                 despised
                 creatures
                 may
                 annoy
                 them
                 .
                 Lice
                 presume
                 into
                 ●●araohs
                 bed-chamer
                 ,
                 in
                 spite
                 of
                 the
                 Guard
                 ,
                 the
                 Vshers
                 ,
                 and
                 Pensioners
                 ,
                 the
                 Squires
                 of
                 the
                 
                 body
                 ,
                 the
                 Gentleman
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Groomes
                 ;
                 where
                 none
                 durst
                 come
                 before
                 but
                 Minions
                 and
                 Fauorits
                 .
                 Wormes
                 craule
                 into
                 Herods
                 wombe
                 ,
                 euen
                 then
                 when
                 his
                 flatterers
                 
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 people
                 crie
                 out
                 ,
                 
                   vox
                   De●
                   &
                   non
                   hom●nis
                
                 .
                 Hee
                 spake
                 well
                 but
                 he
                 did
                 nothing
                 :
                 he
                 vsed
                 eloquence
                 and
                 learning
                 to
                 his
                 owne
                 glory
                 not
                 to
                 Go
                 ds
                 :
                 God
                 therefore
                 shew'd
                 him
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 a
                 worme
                 and
                 no
                 man
                 ,
                 who
                 a
                 little
                 befote
                 did
                 both
                 in
                 place
                 and
                 
                 voice
                 shew
                 himselfe
                 like
                 a
                 god
                 .
                 A
                 ●lie
                 skips
                 into
                 Pope
                 Alexanders
                 cup
                 and
                 into
                 his
                 throat
                 and
                 kils
                 him
                 ,
                 who
                 a
                 little
                 before
                 chalenged
                 to
                 haue
                 the
                 keyes
                 of
                 life
                 and
                 death
                 in
                 his
                 hands
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 his
                 cup
                 of
                 abominati
                 on
                 s
                 poysoned
                 not
                 only
                 the
                 poore
                 flies
                 (
                 the
                 subiects
                 )
                 but
                 
                 the
                 Eagles
                 (
                 the
                 kings
                 )
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 .
                 Despise
                 not
                 therefore
                 litle
                 ones
                 .
                 Remember
                 how
                 Sisera
                 and
                 Abimelech
                 fell
                 by
                 the
                 hand
                 of
                 women
                 .
                 And
                 Sigebert
                 king
                 of
                 the
                 West-saxons
                 was
                 slaine
                 by
                 a
                 swine-heard
                 of
                 Combra●●s
                 ,
                 euen
                 in
                 that
                 place
                 where
                 Sigebert
                 had
                 slaine
                 Combranus
                 before
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 good
                 and
                 wholsome
                 counsell
                 he
                 gaue
                 the
                 vnthankfull
                 King.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
             
               SOLARIVM
               .
            
             
               DEDICATED
               .
               To
               the
               absolute
               and
               open
               enemies
               
                 of
                 Ignorance
                 and
                 Darknesse
              
               ,
               and
               the
               true
               Louers
               and
               Followers
               of
               Light
               and
               Knowledge
               ,
               Sr.
               Iohn
               Crofts
               and
               his
               happy
               LADY
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   THe
                   Clock
                   that
                   chim'de
                   your
                   praise
                   ,
                   went
                   right
                   for
                   still
                
                 
                   The
                   Diall
                   rulde
                   his
                   tongue
                   the
                   Sunne
                   his
                   Will.
                
                 
                   And
                   as
                   these
                   led
                   him
                   right
                   ,
                   you
                   follow
                   may
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   heauenly
                   glory
                   ,
                   through
                   the
                   Milk-white-way
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 IN
                 some
                 part
                 of
                 the
                 World
                 ,
                 I
                 know
                 not
                 where
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 sure
                 S●
                 .
                 
                   Thomas
                   Mard●uile
                
                 was
                 there
                 .
              
               
                 Betwixt
                 a
                 Clocke
                 and
                 a
                 Sunne-dyall
                 fell
              
               
                 A
                 difference
                 which
                 I
                 with
                 sorrow
                 tell
                 .
              
               
                 With
                 sorrow
                 ,
                 for
                 this
                 error
                 calls
                 to
                 minde
              
               
                 Th'
                 vncertainty
                 ,
                 which
                 we
                 in
                 Story
                 finde
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Where
                 computations
                 crosse
                 ,
                 and
                 make
                 vs
                 doubt
                 
              
               
                 Of
                 what
                 we
                 all
                 seeke
                 ,
                 cannot
                 one
                 finde
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 to
                 agree
                 ,
                 and
                 reconcile
                 th'
                 obscure
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 fabulous
                 ,
                 and
                 c●rtain●
                 Age
                 of
                 our
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Age
                 obscure
                 ;
                 is
                 that
                 before
                 the
                 Floud
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Fabulous
                 ,
                 on
                 fained
                 Wonders
                 stood
              
               
                 The
                 race
                 of
                 gods
                 ,
                 on
                 gold●n
                 Legends
                 told
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 for
                 sad
                 truths
                 ,
                 mad
                 ●ictions
                 were
                 enrold
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 latter
                 Age
                 more
                 plaine
                 and
                 cleere
                 ,
                 we
                 call
              
               
                 The
                 certaine
                 Age
                 ,
                 or
                 th'
                 Age
                 Historicall
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 houres
                 ,
                 and
                 day●s
                 ,
                 and
                 yeeres
                 haue
                 sure
                 been
                 lost
              
               
                 In
                 some
                 of
                 these
                 ,
                 which
                 our
                 accounts
                 haue
                 crost
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 they
                 easily
                 might
                 ,
                 when
                 from
                 the
                 Sunne
              
               
                 To
                 lying
                 Clocks
                 for
                 our
                 accounts
                 we
                 runne
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 tale
                 makes
                 all
                 apparant
                 ,
                 or
                 at
                 least
                 ,
              
               
                 Makes
                 probable
                 ,
                 what
                 some
                 haue
                 thought
                 a
                 ieast
                 .
              
               
                 Within
                 a
                 Churchyard
                 once
                 a
                 Dyall
                 stood
              
               
                 Vpon
                 a
                 square
                 hewne
                 Marble
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 Flood
              
               
                 In
                 vaine
                 with
                 enuious
                 waues
                 had
                 often
                 sought
              
               
                 To
                 spoile
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 vnder
                 brought
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Seth's
                 wise
                 sonnes
                 had
                 fastned
                 it
                 so
                 sure
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 could
                 all
                 stormes●
                 and
                 stre●●e
                 of
                 times
                 endure
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thereon
                 they
                 had
                 caru'd
                 the
                 Art
                 ,
                 and
                 lore
              
               
                 They
                 learned
                 of
                 their
                 Grandsire
                 long
                 before●
              
            
             
               
                 Vpon
                 a
                 Church
                 or
                 steeples
                 side
                 neere
                 hand
              
               
                 A
                 goodly
                 Clocke
                 of
                 curious
                 worke
                 did
                 stand
                 ;
              
               
                 Which
                 ouer
                 paysde
                 with
                 lead
                 or
                 out
                 of
                 frame
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 time
                 miscall
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 houre
                 misname
                 .
              
               
                 Th●
                 Dyall
                 hearing
                 this
                 ,
                 aloud
                 gan
                 cry
              
               
                 Kinde
                 neighbour
                 Clocke
                 your
                 glib
                 tongue
                 tells
                 a
                 lye
                 .
              
               
                 Reforme
                 your
                 error
                 ,
                 for
                 my
                 Gnomon●aith
                 ●aith
              
               
                 You
                 gad
                 too
                 fast
                 ,
                 and
                 misse
                 an
                 houres
                 faith
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Foole
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Clocke
                 )
                 reforme
                 thy selfe
                 by
                 me
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 fault
                 may
                 rather
                 in
                 thy
                 Gnomon
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Had'st
                 thou
                 tould
                 euer
                 truth
                 ,
                 to
                 what
                 end
                 then
              
               
                 Was
                 I
                 plac'de
                 here
                 ,
                 by
                 th'
                 art
                 of
                 cunning
                 Men
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 weather-Cocke
                 vpon
                 the
                 steeple
                 standing
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 sharpe
                 eye
                 all
                 about
                 commanding
                 ,
              
               
                 Heard
                 their
                 contention
                 ,
                 wil'd
                 them
                 to
                 appeale
              
               
                 
                 To
                 him
                 the
                 Chiefe
                 of
                 all
                 that
                 Common-weale
                 .
              
               
                 Told
                 them
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 set
                 to
                 Ouersee
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 appease
                 ,
                 to
                 guide
                 and
                 to
                 agree
              
               
                 All
                 diff'rence
                 in
                 that
                 place
                 ;
                 and
                 whatso'ere
              
               
                 He
                 setteth
                 downe
                 from
                 Iustice
                 cannot
                 erre
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 from
                 the
                 winde
                 he
                 information
                 takes
              
               
                 Which
                 searcheth
                 through
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 &
                 swiftly
                 make●
              
               
                 A
                 true
                 suruay
                 of
                 euery
                 proofe
                 and
                 cause
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 doth
                 of
                 Reason
                 know
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
                 and
                 lawes
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 bids
                 them
                 boldly
                 speake
                 ,
                 and
                 bring
                 their
                 pleas
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 hee
                 'le
                 define
                 th'
                 infallible
                 truth
                 with
                 ease
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Dial
                 then
                 beginnes
                 .
                 The
                 globe-like
                 world
              
               
                 From
                 Center
                 to
                 Circumf
                 rence
                 being
                 whorl'd
              
               
                 In
                 neuer-resting
                 motion
                 ,
                 maketh
                 ●ime
              
               
                 In
                 sundry
                 reuolutions
                 fall
                 and
                 clime
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Time
                 the
                 measure
                 of
                 all
                 mutable
                 things
              
               
                 Comes
                 with
                 lead-heeles
                 ,
                 flies
                 hence
                 with
                 fiery
                 wings
                 ;
              
               
                 Sleepes
                 with
                 two
                 eyes
                 ,
                 hath
                 two
                 eyes
                 euer
                 waking
                 ,
              
               
                 Twixt
                 minuts
                 ,
                 hours
                 ,
                 daies
                 ,
                 nights
                 ,
                 distinction
                 making
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 the
                 diff'rence
                 and
                 degrees
                 of
                 change
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 seuerall
                 yeares
                 ,
                 be
                 wonderfull
                 and
                 strange
                 ;
              
               
                 Some
                 by
                 the
                 Moone
                 ,
                 some
                 reckoning
                 by
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 the
                 great
                 yeare
                 ,
                 whē
                 th'
                 heauens
                 hauing
                 ru●
              
               
                 Their
                 compleat
                 course
                 ,
                 doe
                 to
                 that
                 point
                 arriue
              
               
                 Whence
                 the
                 first
                 mouer
                 ,
                 them
                 did
                 motion
                 giue
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Yet
                 the
                 most
                 generall
                 certaine
                 count
                 of
                 all
                 
              
               
                 Is
                 measur'd
                 by
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 whose
                 rise
                 and
                 fall
              
               
                 Makes
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 night
                 ,
                 and
                 noone
                 ,
                 and
                 midnight
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 Spring
                 ,
                 Summer
                 ,
                 Winter
                 ,
                 Autumne
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 two
              
               
                 
                   Solsticiums
                   ,
                   Equinoctials
                
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 houres
              
               
                 Now
                 naked
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 deck't
                 in
                 gaudy
                 flowers
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 Adam
                 to
                 his
                 Grandsons
                 hauing
                 told
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 other
                 Arts
                 ,
                 and
                 wonders
                 manifold
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 both
                 fire
                 and
                 flood
                 should
                 try
                 ;
              
               
                 They
                 plac'd
                 me
                 here
                 ,
                 to
                 tell
                 posterity
              
               
                 Such
                 hidden
                 mysteries
                 ;
                 And
                 to
                 direct
              
               
                 The
                 wiser
                 Soules
                 deep-diuing
                 intellect
                 .
              
               
                 About
                 me
                 they
                 haue
                 grau'd
                 seauen
                 liberall
                 Arts
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Sciences
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 diuiner
                 parts
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 circle
                 and
                 a
                 Gnomon
                 set
                 aboue
              
               
                 With
                 Characters
                 ;
                 which
                 as
                 the
                 Sunne
                 doth
                 moue
              
               
                 In
                 his
                 ascent
                 ,
                 or
                 low
                 declension
                 ,
                 tells
              
               
                 The
                 certaine
                 houre
                 ,
                 degree
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 things
                 else
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 for
                 my
                 speech
                 was
                 slow
                 ,
                 and
                 cause
                 the
                 Sunne
              
               
                 Did
                 often
                 vnder
                 clouds
                 for
                 pleasure
                 runne
                 ,
              
               
                 Succeeding
                 ages
                 did
                 this
                 C●ocke
                 out
                 finde
              
               
                 T'
                 attend
                 on
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 declare
                 my
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 me
                 intelligence
                 and
                 rules
                 ro
                 gather
                 
              
               
                 To
                 measure
                 night
                 ,
                 close
                 stormes
                 ,
                 and
                 cloudy
                 weather
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 the
                 Morne
                 ,
                 finding
                 his
                 reckoning
                 wrong
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 my
                 straight
                 rule
                 ,
                 to
                 tune
                 and
                 set
                 his
                 song
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 this
                 forgetfull
                 Clocke
                 at
                 randome
                 strikes
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 as
                 I
                 bid
                 ,
                 but
                 fondly
                 what
                 it
                 likes
                 :
              
               
                 Robs
                 short-liu'de
                 Man
                 of
                 his
                 most
                 precious
                 time
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 orderlesse
                 ,
                 doth
                 others
                 orders
                 chime
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 will
                 not
                 follow
                 me
                 ,
                 but
                 wanting
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 VVould
                 haue
                 the
                 Sunne
                 and
                 Me
                 to
                 waite
                 on
                 it
                 .
              
               
               
               
               
               
               
                 
                 This
                 matter
                 so
                 apparant
                 ,
                 though
                 I
                 might
              
               
                 Wild
                 Weather-Cocke
                 ,
                 except
                 against
                 your
                 right
              
               
                 To
                 iudge
                 ,
                 and
                 thinke
                 you
                 partiall
                 at
                 the
                 least
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 you
                 o're-cloude
                 me
                 when
                 the
                 Sun
                 comes
                 West
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 will
                 take
                 part
                 with
                 it
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 in
                 the
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 nature
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 sight
                 ,
                 almost
                 the
                 same
              
               
                 With
                 you
                 ;
                 yet
                 know
                 I'l●
                 not
                 refuse
              
               
                 Thy
                 censure
                 ,
                 but
                 high
                 place
                 with
                 honour
                 vse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 did
                 the
                 Dyal
                 end
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 the
                 Clocke
              
               
                 Low-louting
                 to
                 the
                 powder
                 Weather
                 -
                 Cocke
                 ,
              
               
                 Began
                 his
                 pl●a
                 .
                 Thou
                 mighty
                 Soueraigne
              
               
                 VVhich
                 doest
                 the
                 vniuer●all
                 ●udge
                 remaine
              
               
                 In
                 all
                 those
                 places
                 ,
                 where
                 thy
                 pearcing
                 eye
              
               
                 Can
                 see
                 ,
                 or
                 my
                 shrill
                 voice
                 be
                 he●rd
                 to
                 cry
                 .
              
               
                 Behold
                 this
                 impudent
                 ,
                 poore
                 ,
                 negl●ct●d
                 post
              
               
                 How
                 it
                 gainst
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 gainst
                 thy
                 sta●●
                 doth
                 bost
              
               
                 Embasingthy
                 great
                 wo●th
                 ,
                 n●gl●cting
                 mine
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 the
                 glorious
                 Sunne
                 did
                 n●uer
                 shine
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 his
                 sweet
                 influence
                 on
                 vs
                 l●t
                 fall
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 the
                 Dial
                 had
                 ingrost
                 vp
                 all
                 .
              
               
                 VVhen
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 knowes
                 thou
                 wer
                 't
                 placed
                 there
              
               
                 The
                 sleepy
                 Hind●
                 vp
                 to
                 his
                 worke
                 to
                 reare
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 To
                 call
                 the
                 Scholler
                 to
                 his
                 booke
                 ,
                 and
                 wake
              
               
                 The
                 The●●e
                 which
                 at
                 thy
                 shrill
                 voice
                 gins
                 to
                 shake
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 the
                 cheerefull
                 dayes
                 Embassador
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 whose
                 praise
                 once
                 these
                 lines
                 composed
                 were
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 crowned
                 King
                 ,
                 a
                 compleat
                 Knight
                 ,
              
               
                 An
                 armed
                 Captaine
                 ,
                 fit
                 to
                 fight
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 plumed
                 Courtier
                 ,
                 fairely
                 clad
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 louer
                 that
                 was
                 neuer
                 sad
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Trumpetter●
                 the
                 house
                 wifes
                 Mate
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 riseth
                 early
                 ,
                 sleepeth
                 late
                 ,
              
               
               
                 A
                 Querister
                 ,
                 the
                 poore
                 mans
                 Clocke
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 this
                 is
                 our
                 great
                 Weather-Cocke
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 sacred
                 Antheme
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 doth
                 sing●
              
               
                 To
                 thee
                 the
                 Suns
                 bird
                 ,
                 ●ho
                 doth
                 tidings
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 O●
                 his
                 approch
                 and
                 rising
                 :
                 as
                 for
                 me
              
               
                 I
                 heere
                 was
                 seated
                 ,
                 next
                 thee
                 in
                 degree
              
               
                 To
                 giue
                 thee
                 ease
                 ,
                 to
                 tell
                 the
                 wondring
                 people
              
               
                 What
                 thou
                 discouer'st
                 from
                 that
                 lo●tie
                 steeple
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 whil'st
                 thou
                 keep'st
                 thy
                 voice
                 from
                 ●ub●les
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 art
                 for
                 silence
                 honour'd
                 with
                 large
                 fees
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Dial
                 is
                 my
                 ward
                 ,
                 first
                 placed
                 there
              
               
                 That
                 Common
                 Persons
                 who
                 presume
                 not
                 neere
              
               
                 Thy
                 hallow'd
                 thron●
                 ,
                 may
                 haue
                 intelligence
              
               
                 And
                 learne
                 from
                 me
                 the
                 close
                 and
                 hidden
                 sence
              
               
                 Of
                 all
                 those
                 Characters
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 expound
              
               
                 As
                 list
                 themselues
                 ,
                 darke
                 riddles
                 ,
                 so
                 profound
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 contradict
                 ,
                 nor
                 yet
                 correct
                 by
                 force
                 ,
              
               
                 According
                 to
                 the
                 Gnomon
                 ,
                 my
                 true
                 course
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 false
                 Gnomon
                 rather
                 to
                 correct
              
               
                 By
                 my
                 aduice
                 ,
                 whose
                 way
                 is
                 still
                 direct
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 knowes
                 not
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 Sun
                 in
                 his
                 round
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 Many
                 degr●es
                 is
                 gone
                 from
                 his
                 first
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 like
                 a
                 drunkard
                 reeling
                 to
                 and
                 fro
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 giddy
                 steps
                 doth
                 shift
                 his
                 circle
                 so
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 where
                 he
                 was
                 euen
                 now
                 ,
                 he
                 comes
                 no
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 course
                 is
                 all
                 confusde
                 ,
                 behin'ds
                 before
                 ?
              
               
                 Needs
                 must
                 the
                 Dial
                 then
                 deceiued
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 trusts
                 a
                 Guide
                 that
                 doth
                 so
                 disagree
              
               
                 Within
                 it selfe
                 ,
                 and
                 without
                 iudgement
                 shines
              
               
                 Alike
                 on
                 all
                 ,
                 making
                 of
                 fooles
                 Diuines
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 teaching
                 Fishermen
                 to
                 see
                 as
                 farre
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 learned
                 Shepheards
                 ,
                 without
                 other
                 starre
                 .
              
               
               
                 Too
                 common
                 in
                 this
                 Guide
                 ,
                 to
                 guide
                 aright
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 he
                 could
                 ,
                 where
                 is
                 the
                 Guide
                 for
                 night
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 then
                 am
                 present
                 still
                 at
                 euery
                 neede
              
               
                 Poore
                 erring
                 man
                 ,
                 in
                 ignorant
                 night
                 to
                 leade
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 why
                 should
                 this
                 bold
                 Dial
                 ,
                 dare
                 to
                 speake
              
               
                 Against
                 my
                 greatnesse
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 orders
                 breake
              
               
                 Of
                 custome
                 and
                 consent
                 ?
                 since
                 all
                 make
                 choice
              
               
                 To
                 feede
                 ,
                 fast
                 ,
                 pray
                 ,
                 or
                 play
                 ,
                 led
                 by
                 my
                 voice
                 ?
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 all
                 bargaines
                 made
                 ,
                 all
                 wagers
                 laide
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 by
                 the
                 Dial
                 but
                 the
                 Clocke
                 are
                 paide
                 ?
              
               
                 Which
                 truth
                 ,
                 whilst
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 dare
                 neuer
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 Dial
                 seemes
                 to
                 question
                 ,
                 and
                 (
                 growne
                 stout
                 )
              
               
                 Exc●pts
                 against
                 thy
                 iudgement
                 too
                 ,
                 that
                 thus
              
               
                 He
                 might
                 be
                 free
                 and
                 seeme
                 to
                 gouerne
                 vs.
              
               
                 But
                 since
                 our
                 causes
                 are
                 so
                 neere
                 of
                 kinne
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 that
                 respect
                 some
                 grace
                 and
                 fauour
                 winne
              
               
                 With
                 thy
                 high
                 holinesse
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 maist
                 see
              
               
                 To
                 giue
                 iust
                 sentence
                 for
                 your selfe
                 and
                 me
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 weather-Cocke
                 thrice
                 turn'd
                 himselfe
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 taking
                 care
                 to
                 minde
                 the
                 matter
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 thrice
                 return'd
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 were
                 as
                 free
              
               
                 From
                 preiudice
                 ,
                 as
                 from
                 integritie
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 thrice
                 hee
                 claps
                 his
                 wings
                 (
                 which
                 courage
                 showes
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 thrice
                 aloude
                 his
                 senslesse
                 sentence
                 crowes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 To
                 giue
                 a
                 reason
                 ,
                 wherefore
                 ,
                 how
                 ,
                 and
                 what
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 ,
                 where
                 ,
                 by
                 whom
                 ,
                 or
                 fondly
                 this
                 or
                 that
                 ,
              
               
                 Might
                 argue
                 reference
                 to
                 higher
                 power
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 is
                 he
                 whose
                 place
                 doth
                 equall
                 our
                 ?
              
               
                 We
                 are
                 the
                 rule
                 of
                 reason
                 ,
                 truths
                 cleare
                 law
                 .
              
               
                 Heare
                 then
                 with
                 reuerence
                 ,
                 and
                 obey
                 with
                 awe
                 .
              
               
                 Without
                 more
                 question
                 ,
                 argument
                 ,
                 or
                 triall
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 iudgement
                 I
                 pronounce
                 against
                 the
                 Dial.
              
               
               
                 The
                 Dial
                 shall
                 be
                 guided
                 by
                 the
                 Clock●
              
               
                 This
                 is
                 the
                 sentence
                 of
                 the
                 weather
                 -
                 Cock.
              
               
                 Which
                 when
                 the
                 Cl●ck
                 had
                 heard
                 (
                 puftvp
                 withp●ide
                 )
              
               
                 He
                 ginnes
                 the
                 wronged
                 Dial
                 to
                 deride
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 sits
                 his
                 tongue
                 at
                 large
                 ,
                 too
                 much
                 ,
                 too
                 soone
                 ;
              
               
                 Twelu
                 times
                 he
                 fetch'd
                 his
                 breath
                 ,
                 &
                 laugh'd
                 out
                 none
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Dial
                 then
                 with
                 indignation
                 moued
              
               
                 By
                 this
                 inuectiue
                 speech
                 their
                 fault
                 reproued
                 .
              
               
                 Poore
                 silly
                 Clock
                 (
                 quoth
                 he
                 )
                 reioyce
                 thy
                 ●ill
                 ,
              
               
                 Time
                 will
                 reforme
                 thy
                 ignorant
                 zeale
                 with
                 s●ill
                 ,
              
               
                 Stay
                 thy
                 distempered
                 course
                 ,
                 which
                 hurried
                 now
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 mad-braind
                 humor
                 ,
                 goes
                 it
                 knowes
                 not
                 how
                 .
              
               
                 Time
                 that
                 's
                 my
                 pupill
                 ,
                 shall
                 thy
                 Tutor
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 teach
                 a
                 diff'rence
                 twixt
                 thy selfe
                 and
                 me
                 ;
              
               
                 Then
                 thou
                 wilt
                 know
                 thy
                 error
                 ,
                 and
                 recant
              
               
                 That
                 euer
                 thou
                 wert
                 proud
                 of
                 so
                 much
                 want
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 as
                 for
                 thee
                 (
                 thou
                 iudge
                 corrupt
                 and
                 base
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 bindst
                 all
                 knowledge
                 Prentise
                 to
                 thy
                 place
                 )
              
               
                 Know
                 this
                 ,
                 th'
                 all-seeing
                 Sunne
                 thy
                 folly
                 knowes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 each
                 vulgar
                 eye
                 thy
                 shaddow
                 showes
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 may
                 plainly
                 see
                 how
                 poore
                 thou
                 at
              
               
                 Thy
                 head
                 deform'd
                 ,
                 defectiue
                 euery
                 part
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 those
                 high
                 prerogatines
                 of
                 state
              
               
                 You
                 challenge
                 proper
                 to
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 are
                 late
              
               
                 Vpstart
                 intrusions
                 ,
                 vsurpations
                 new
                 ;
              
               
                 Forg'd
                 by
                 the
                 force
                 or
                 flattery
                 of
                 some
                 few
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 promise
                 which
                 you
                 boast
                 ,
                 to
                 haue
                 the
                 winde
              
               
                 Blow
                 where
                 you
                 list
                 ,
                 and
                 alte●
                 when
                 you
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 false
                 ,
                 and
                 foolish
                 ;
                 but
                 't
                 was
                 promisde
                 still
              
               
                 To
                 blow
                 and
                 guide
                 you
                 right
                 ,
                 if
                 that
                 you
                 will.
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 it
                 doth
                 ,
                 so
                 it
                 doth
                 others
                 too
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 they
                 consent
                 ,
                 not
                 whether
                 they
                 will
                 or
                 no.
              
               
               
                 For
                 when
                 they
                 would
                 the
                 point
                 and
                 quarter
                 know
              
               
                 Where
                 it
                 doth
                 breath
                 ,
                 on
                 me
                 they
                 looke
                 ;
                 I
                 show
              
               
                 The
                 truth
                 to
                 them
                 and
                 thee
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 looke
                 right
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 not
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 misled
                 by
                 your
                 owne
                 sight
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 how
                 can'st
                 thou
                 others
                 from
                 error
                 keepe
              
               
                 When
                 as
                 thy selfe
                 foulded
                 in
                 error
                 deepe
                 ,
              
               
                 Shun'st
                 reformation
                 ,
                 and
                 wilt
                 neither
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 graue
                 directions
                 ,
                 nor
                 the
                 powerfull
                 wind
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 I
                 can
                 remember
                 ,
                 long
                 before
                 thou
                 Wert
              
               
                 When
                 wise
                 Alcedo
                 stood
                 where
                 as
                 thou
                 art
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 calm'd
                 all
                 stormes
                 ,
                 and
                 pacified
                 the
                 wind
              
               
                 To
                 patient
                 sufferance
                 ,
                 bent
                 his
                 humble
                 minde
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 to
                 the
                 fisher
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Seaman
                 gaue
              
               
                 Directions
                 ,
                 how
                 their
                 storme-tost
                 barke
                 to
                 saue
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 by
                 the
                 Lee-shore
                 ,
                 when
                 to
                 lanch
                 the
                 Maine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 to
                 lie
                 at
                 Hull
                 ,
                 when
                 to
                 remaine
              
               
                 In
                 harbour
                 Anchor-fast
                 ,
                 and
                 when
                 to
                 saile
              
               
                 With
                 a
                 full
                 winde
                 ,
                 and
                 when
                 againe
                 to
                 vaile
                 :
              
               
                 How
                 ,
                 where
                 and
                 when
                 ,
                 to
                 cast
                 their
                 nets
                 ,
                 and
                 lay
              
               
                 Their
                 hidden
                 hookes
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 the
                 skull
                 do
                 play
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 of
                 each
                 kinde
                 ,
                 yet
                 at
                 each
                 corner
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 still
                 loue
                 truth
                 ;
                 in
                 spite
                 of
                 thy
                 command
                 :
              
               
                 Their
                 heads
                 look
                 south
                 ,
                 because
                 the
                 wind
                 blows
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 Thy
                 taile
                 stands
                 south
                 ,
                 thy
                 head
                 the
                 winde
                 doth
                 feare●
              
               
                 Ill
                 might
                 he
                 fare
                 that
                 in
                 Alcedos
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 Set
                 thee
                 ,
                 who
                 springest
                 from
                 a
                 bloudy
                 rac●
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 error
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 pedigree
                 behold
              
               
                 As
                 it
                 in
                 ancient
                 story
                 is
                 inrould
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 
                 A
                 trayt'rous
                 Slaue
                 ,
                 his
                 Master
                 hauing
                 slaine
              
               
                 Did
                 sole
                 Commander
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 remaine
                 .
              
               
                 
                 But
                 whilst
                 he
                 slept
                 ;
                 a
                 chickin
                 of
                 that
                 Cocke
              
               
                 Which
                 Cephas
                 check't
                 when
                 he
                 denyde
                 the
                 rocke
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 forc't
                 him
                 to
                 repent
                 ,
                 to
                 sigh
                 ,
                 and
                 weep
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 with
                 his
                 voyce
                 the
                 murtherer
                 wake
                 from
                 sleep
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 would
                 not
                 suffer
                 him
                 to
                 rest
                 in
                 sin
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 would
                 rouse
                 his
                 conscience
                 still
                 within●
              
               
                 This
                 Murtherer
                 ,
                 a
                 Cocke
                 of
                 kinde
                 did
                 get
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 him
                 to
                 kill
                 this
                 kinder
                 Cocke
                 did
                 set
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 soone
                 perform'd
                 the
                 taske
                 he
                 tooke
                 in
                 hand
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 Chauntecleer
                 would
                 ●uffer
                 ,
                 not
                 withstand
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 watchfull
                 was
                 and
                 tended
                 his
                 vocation
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 stirre
                 vp
                 others
                 to
                 their
                 occupation
                 :
              
               
                 He
                 lou'd
                 the
                 pearle
                 more
                 then
                 the
                 barley
                 corne
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 crow
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 quarrell
                 he
                 was
                 borne
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 he
                 was
                 slam●
                 ,
                 and
                 slaine
                 by
                 one
                 of
                 those
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 thy
                 proud
                 succession
                 strangely
                 rose
              
               
                 Who
                 hight
                 Alectrion
                 ,
                 and
                 while-ere
                 had
                 bin
              
               
                 The
                 Pandor
                 vnto
                 Mars
                 and
                 Venus
                 sin
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 (
                 being
                 Captaine
                 of
                 great
                 Mars
                 his
                 guard
                 )
                 ,
              
               
                 Stood
                 Sentinel
                 ,
                 and
                 kept
                 both
                 watch
                 and
                 ward
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 feare
                 that
                 Phoebus
                 all
                 discouering
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 Should
                 them
                 vnwares
                 at
                 their
                 stolne
                 pleasure
                 spie
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 ouert'ane
                 with
                 sleep
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 not
                 wake
              
               
                 Till
                 Vulcans
                 net
                 did
                 both
                 the
                 lechers
                 take
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 the
                 angry
                 God
                 (
                 inrag●d
                 and
                 mad
                 )
              
               
                 His
                 sleeping
                 souldier
                 ,
                 all
                 in
                 feathers
                 clad
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 sword
                 turn'd
                 spurr●s
                 ,
                 himselfe
                 a
                 Cocke
                 of
                 kinde
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 armes
                 and
                 body
                 changde
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 his
                 minde
                 ;
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 bloody
                 still
                 ,
                 and
                 too
                 far
                 prone
                 to
                 sight
              
               
                 Without
                 respect
                 of
                 persons
                 ,
                 cause
                 ,
                 or
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 Els●
                 would
                 he
                 ne're
                 haue
                 been
                 so
                 mad
                 to
                 kill
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 harmeles
                 Cocke
                 ,
                 who
                 had
                 no
                 thought
                 of
                 ill
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                 But
                 him
                 he
                 falsely
                 slew
                 ,
                 and
                 hauing
                 ●●aine
              
               
                 Did
                 for
                 this
                 murther
                 ,
                 of
                 a
                 murtherer
                 gaine
              
               
                 Too
                 great
                 preferment
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 set
                 vp
                 heere
              
               
                 In
                 t
                 iumph
                 t'ouersee
                 all
                 ,
                 farre
                 and
                 neere
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 ador'de
                 with
                 vniuersall
                 praise
              
               
                 And
                 triple
                 crownd
                 with
                 
                   Oliue
                   ,
                   Oake
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Bayes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Him
                 thou
                 succeed'st
                 both
                 in
                 thy
                 minde
                 and
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 An
                 armed
                 Champion
                 ,
                 of
                 that
                 yron
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Souldier
                 ,
                 none
                 of
                 his
                 whose
                 badge
                 thou
                 bear'st
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 rather
                 one
                 of
                 his
                 whose
                 crowne
                 thou
                 wear'st
                 ;
              
               
                 Thy
                 narrow
                 heeles
                 are
                 sharpe
                 ,
                 thy
                 tongue
                 is
                 short
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 prey
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 prayer
                 fit
                 t'exhort
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 wilt
                 not
                 crow
                 to
                 ro●se
                 the
                 world
                 from
                 sleep
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 with
                 thy
                 silent
                 charmes
                 ,
                 it
                 drunken
                 keepe
                 .
              
               
                 
                 When
                 thou
                 most
                 seruant-like
                 thy
                 head
                 dost
                 beare
              
               
                 Downe
                 to
                 the
                 ground
                 ,
                 then
                 Cockes
                 their
                 crownes
                 ma●
                 feare
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 seek'st
                 a
                 fained
                 quarrell
                 then
                 to
                 pick
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wilt
                 with
                 both
                 wings
                 mount
                 ,
                 with
                 both
                 heeles
                 strick●
              
               
                 At
                 euery
                 feather
                 come
                 ,
                 stab
                 either
                 spur
              
               
                 Vp
                 to
                 the
                 hilts
                 ;
                 and
                 furiously
                 bestur
              
               
                 Thy
                 ready
                 parts
                 ,
                 t'
                 attaine
                 thy
                 bloody
                 end
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 to
                 thy
                 owne
                 scope
                 to
                 bend
                 .
              
               
                 Thou
                 trumpet'st
                 warres
                 and
                 curses
                 ouer
                 all
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ouer-c●owes
                 ,
                 but
                 wilt
                 not
                 crow
                 to
                 call
              
               
                 Thy selfe
                 and
                 others
                 of
                 thy
                 ranke
                 ,
                 and
                 place
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 From
                 looking
                 on
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 to
                 view
                 the
                 f●ce
              
               
                 Of
                 the
                 all-searching
                 Sunne
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 his
                 light
              
               
                 To
                 measure
                 truly
                 what
                 is
                 wrong
                 and
                 right
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Cock
                 is
                 kil'd
                 that
                 Peter
                 caus
                 de
                 to
                 weepe
                 ,
              
               
                 Th●
                 
                   Petrean
                   Pastor
                
                 now
                 may
                 safely
                 sleep
                 .
              
               
               
                 ●leepe
                 though
                 he
                 hath
                 deni'd
                 his
                 master
                 too
                 ;
              
               
                 ●or
                 none
                 t●admonish
                 him
                 hath
                 ought
                 to
                 doo
                 .
              
               
                 Crauen
                 awake
                 ,
                 behold
                 how
                 I
                 deride
              
               
                 ●●y
                 mutabilitie
                 ,
                 thy
                 sloth
                 ,
                 thy
                 pride
                 ,
              
               
                 ●●ou
                 stand'st
                 where
                 he
                 stood
                 who
                 claim'd
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 ●●d
                 shalt
                 with
                 him
                 from
                 that
                 steep
                 heigh●
                 be
                 hurld
                 .
              
               
                 ●bout
                 thy
                 head
                 each
                 prating
                 bird
                 that
                 perks
                 ,
              
               
                 ●a●e
                 take
                 the
                 name
                 and
                 place
                 of
                 learned
                 Clerks
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 vn●o
                 royall
                 Eagles
                 offer
                 lawes
                 ,
              
               
                 ●Vhen
                 each
                 eye
                 sees
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 but
                 iangling
                 dawes
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 all
                 Lyons
                 in
                 the
                 desart
                 feare
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 crouch
                 ,
                 when
                 they
                 thy
                 crowing
                 voice
                 do
                 heare●
              
               
                 Our
                 Lyon
                 scornes
                 thee
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 heares
                 thee
                 crow
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 ●oaring
                 voice
                 the
                 world
                 doth
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 poore
                 thou
                 art
                 ,
                 how
                 cowardly
                 ,
                 how
                 weake
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 shak'st
                 &
                 trēblest
                 when
                 thou
                 hear'st
                 him
                 speak
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 how
                 proud
                 art
                 thou
                 ,
                 t'
                 vsurpe
                 a
                 place
              
               
                 Of
                 iudgement
                 ouer
                 me
                 ,
                 in
                 this
                 darke
                 case
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 prefer
                 the
                 Clock
                 for
                 want
                 of
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhen
                 I
                 should
                 be
                 the
                 iudge
                 of
                 thee
                 and
                 it
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Sexton
                 comes
                 ,
                 hee
                 'le
                 mend
                 all
                 this
                 anone
                 .
              
               
                 VVith
                 that
                 the
                 angry
                 Clocke
                 in
                 rage
                 strooke
                 one
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sexton
                 came
                 indeed
                 ,
                 and
                 one
                 did
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 Look't
                 on
                 the
                 Diall
                 ,
                 saw
                 all
                 was
                 not
                 well
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 that
                 said
                 twelue
                 ,
                 the
                 Clock
                 said
                 one
                 and
                 past
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 tooke
                 the
                 weights
                 off
                 ,
                 which
                 caus●d
                 too
                 much
                 hast
                 ,
              
               
                 Suruaide
                 the
                 wheeles
                 ,
                 for
                 there
                 the
                 fault
                 might
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 found
                 some
                 cog
                 supply
                 the
                 place
                 of
                 three
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 whe●les
                 were
                 taken
                 off
                 ,
                 and
                 borne
                 to
                 Court
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 trundle
                 vp
                 and
                 downe
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 make
                 sport
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 with
                 dust
                 ,
                 and
                 rust
                 ,
                 were
                 duld
                 and
                 foild
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 stood
                 vselesse
                 ,
                 so
                 the
                 Clocke
                 was
                 spoild
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Which
                 to
                 reforme
                 ,
                 he
                 mends
                 the
                 wheels
                 forthwit●
              
               
                 Files
                 ,
                 oyles
                 ,
                 and
                 beats
                 them
                 throughly
                 on
                 a
                 stith
                 :
              
               
                 Makes
                 weights
                 and
                 wyere
                 fit
                 ,
                 then
                 by
                 the
                 Sunne
              
               
                 Sets
                 the
                 new
                 course
                 ,
                 which
                 it
                 doth
                 truly
                 runne
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 going
                 vp
                 the
                 steeples
                 top
                 he
                 spies
              
               
                 The
                 weather-cocke
                 how
                 palpably
                 it
                 lies
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 at
                 each
                 Corner
                 the
                 Kings-fishers
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 Full
                 South
                 ;
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 Dial
                 prooued
                 good
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 fond
                 Weather-cocke
                 (
                 being
                 w●ather-wise
                 )
              
               
                 From
                 the
                 Calme
                 blast
                 turn'd
                 his
                 scornefull
                 eyes
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sexton
                 tooke
                 him
                 downe
                 ,
                 and
                 straight
                 did
                 see
              
               
                 An
                 easie
                 way
                 how
                 he
                 might
                 mended
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 head
                 was
                 too
                 too
                 great
                 ,
                 with
                 3.
                 combes
                 crownde
              
               
                 Which
                 euer
                 when
                 the
                 wind
                 blew
                 turn'd
                 him
                 round
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 taile
                 was
                 too
                 too
                 weake
                 ,
                 when
                 euery
                 feather
              
               
                 Was
                 bent
                 with
                 storms
                 ,
                 and
                 broken
                 with
                 the
                 weather
              
               
                 The
                 Sexton
                 cut
                 his
                 crownes
                 ,
                 and
                 gaue
                 more
                 saile
              
               
                 With
                 them
                 and
                 with
                 the
                 spurs
                 vnto
                 his
                 tayle
              
               
                 So
                 humbled
                 now
                 in
                 habite
                 ,
                 looke
                 and
                 minde
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 waites
                 with
                 due
                 obedience
                 on
                 the
                 winde
                 :
              
               
                 Knowes
                 his
                 high
                 place
                 was
                 not
                 to
                 rule
                 ,
                 but
                 serue
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 means
                 no
                 more
                 from
                 this
                 strict
                 course
                 to
                 swerue●
              
            
             
               
                 
                 This
                 tale
                 no
                 mortall
                 needs
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 not
                 darke
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 points
                 a
                 worke
                 fit
                 for
                 our
                 learned
                 Clarke
              
               
                 Who
                 by
                 the
                 Dyal
                 may
                 reforme
                 the
                 Clocke
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 kings
                 fishers
                 turne
                 the
                 Weather-cocke
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 haue
                 the
                 winde
                 to
                 helpe
                 vs
                 and
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 works
                 are
                 halfe
                 accomplisht
                 when
                 begun
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 who
                 'le
                 begin
                 ?
                 who
                 is
                 on
                 our
                 side
                 ,
                 who
                 ?
              
               
                 Where
                 words
                 ,
                 winde
                 ,
                 writings
                 faile
                 ,
                 resolue
                 to
                 Doe
                 .
              
            
             
             
               I
               had
               thought
               this
               Tale
               should
               haue
               needed
               no
               other
               ●ongue
               then
               it
               s
               owne
               to
               bee
               rightly
               vnderstood
               .
               But
               because
               I
               see
               it
               too
               misty
               for
               some
               apprehensions
               ,
               whose
               wills
               are
               as
               desirous
               as
               others
               to
               know
               truth
               ,
               I
               haue
               added
               this
               by
               way
               of
               illustration
               to
               enlighten
               such
               as
               accept
               well
               of
               my
               good
               meaning
               ,
               which
               is
               to
               informe
               others
               according
               to
               that
               which
               I
               haue
               recei●ed
               ,
               and
               to
               be
               reformed
               where
               I
               erre
               my selfe
               .
            
             
               1.
               
               First
               the
               teaching
               part
               of
               the
               militant
               Church
               ,
               which
               consists
               of
               the
               Clergie
               ,
               I
               haue
               vayled
               vnder
               the
               Cl●cke●
               .
               The
               wheeles
               are
               the
               distinct
               degrees
               and
               offices
               they
               en●oy
               of
               superioritie
               ,
               and
               inferioritie
               ;
               wherein
               the
               Harmonie
               of
               the
               whole
               consisteth
               .
               The
               weights
               are
               the
               priuiledges
               ,
               immunities
               ,
               prerogatiues
               and
               donations
               of
               seuerall
               kinds
               ,
               bestowed
               vpon
               the
               Church
               in
               seuerall
               ages
               ,
               by
               good
               Kings
               ,
               liberall
               professors
               and
               benefactors
               .
               The
               challenge
               the
               Clocke
               seemes
               to
               make
               h●ere
               to
               rule
               the
               Dyal
               ,
               resembleth
               the
               controuersie
               the
               Church
               of
               Rome
               raiseth
               in
               the
               Catholicke
               Church
               about
               the
               exposition
               ,
               the
               restrayning
               or
               publishing
               of
               the
               Scriptures
               .
            
             
               2.
               
               The
               Dyal
               is
               the
               written
               word
               ,
               which
               is
               of
               it selfe
               dead
               and
               vnprofitable
               ,
               without
               farther
               illumination
               .
               Since
               none
               of
               the
               Philosophers
               ,
               nor
               Salomon
               himselfe
               by
               the
               me●re
               strength
               of
               Nature
               ,
               could
               from
               thence
               draw
               sauing
               knowledge
               ,
               without
               sauing
               grace
               .
               But
               as
               the
               Dyal
               hath
               reference
               to
               the
               Sunne
               ;
               so
               hath
               this
               to
               the
               Sonne
               of
               righteousnesse
               .
               Neither
               am
               I
               without
               warrant
               for
               vsing
               this
               bold
               Allegorie
               ,
               since
               the
               sweet
               
               Singer
               of
               Israel
               compares
               the
               same
               word
               to
               a
               lanterne
               ,
               and
               the
               spirit
               to
               a
               light
               ,
               when
               he
               saith
               elegantly
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               Diuine
               POET
               ,
               
                 Thy
                 word
                 is
                 a
                 lanterne
                 vnto
                 my
                 feet
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 light
                 vnto
                 my
                 path
                 .
              
            
             
             
               Now
               as
               it
               is
               absurd
               that
               the
               Dyal
               should
               bee
               set
               by
               the
               vncertaine
               gadding
               of
               the
               Clock
               :
               So
               is
               it
               more
               absurd
               that
               the
               Clergy
               should
               so
               iudge
               of
               the
               Scriptures
               ,
               as
               to
               conclude
               o●
               teach
               any
               thing
               by
               w●●●
               pretence
               soeuer
               against
               it
               ,
               or
               to
               vouch
               vnwritten
               veri●●es
               (
               as
               some
               call
               them
               )
               or
               traditions
               contradictorie
               to
               the
               written
               word
               .
               But
               much
               rather
               as
               the
               〈◊〉
               ought
               to
               be
               set
               by
               the
               Dyal
               ;
               so
               ought
               the
               Church
               to
               subiect
               it selfe
               to
               bee
               directed
               by
               the
               Scriptures
               .
               and
               to
               prooue
               and
               examine
               it selfe
               by
               the
               same
               rule
               whether
               it
               be
               in
               the
               faith
               or
               no.
               And
               finding
               i●
               sel●●
               in
               the
               right
               ,
               it
               ought
               by
               manifest
               proofes
               and
               arg●●ents
               from
               thence
               to
               shew
               forth
               the
               same
               faith
               〈…〉
            
             
               3.
               
               Thirdly
               ,
               the
               Weather-cocke
               who
               〈◊〉
               himselfe
               as
               iudge
               in
               this
               controuersie
               betweene
               the
               Dyal
               and
               the
               Clocke
               ,
               is
               that
               Pope
               of
               Rome
               ,
               who
               challengeth
               the
               same
               prerogatiue
               
                 iure
                 diuino
              
               ,
               oue●
               the
               Church
               and
               Scriptures
               .
               How
               falsely
               he
               doth
               this
               ,
               and
               yet
               how
               impudently
               ,
               is
               well
               knowne
               to
               all
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               know
               not
               what
               the
               Pope
               hath
               more
               to
               doe
               with
               the
               rule
               of
               the
               
                 Catholique
                 Church
              
               ,
               then
               the
               Weather-cocke
               (
               because
               he
               stands
               vpon
               the
               top
               of
               the
               steeple
               )
               hath
               to
               doe
               with
               the
               gouernment
               of
               the
               Clock
               and
               Dyal
               .
               I
               haue
               heard
               and
               read
               the
               reasons
               vpon
               which
               the
               contrary
               opinion
               is
               grounded
               ,
               but
               for
               my
               owne
               part
               can
               see
               no
               strength
               in
               them
               able
               to
               turne
               any
               but
               Weather-cock●
               .
               The
               prioritie
               of
               place
               ,
               the
               whole
               Church
               perhaps
               would
               bee
               content
               to
               yeeld
               him
               for
               the
               generall
               peace
               ,
               and
               to
               expresse
               the
               true
               humilitie
               of
               holy
               Pastors
               ,
               who
               follow
               the
               example
               and
               doctrine
               of
               their
               master
               Christ
               .
               But
               for
               him
               (
               that
               turnes
               and
               returnes
               as
               vncertainely
               with
               euery
               
               blast
               of
               humor
               or
               occasion
               ,
               as
               any
               Weathercocke
               at
               ●e
               change
               of
               the
               winde
               )
               to
               challenge
               not
               onely
               the
               ●mmunitie
               from
               errors
               ,
               and
               the
               infallibilitie
               of
               iudge●ent
               ,
               but
               also
               to
               be
               
                 Christs
                 Vicar
                 Generall
              
               vpon
               earth
               ,
               〈◊〉
               
                 Peters
                 Successor
              
               ,
               the
               
                 Apostolicall
                 Prince
              
               ,
               and
               
                 Vniuersall
                 Bishop
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 Church
                 ,
              
               to
               haue
               all
               power
               in
               Heauen
               and
               on
               Earth
               ,
               and
               all
               iurisdiction
               both
               temporall
               and
               spirituall
               ,
               impropriated
               to
               his
               Cha●re
               ,
               and
               ●nnexed
               to
               his
               place
               ,
               this
               seemes
               strange
               ;
               and
               they
               ●ustly
               deny
               it
               him
               ,
               who
               are
               not
               giddy
               with
               standing
               ●oo
               neere
               him
               ,
               or
               troubled
               with
               the
               same
               vertigo
               ,
               by
               ●eason
               of
               the
               height
               of
               place
               ,
               from
               whence
               they
               looke
               ●pon
               the
               rest
               of
               the
               poore
               afflicted
               and
               distressed
               ●ocke
               of
               Christ
               Iesus
               .
               But
               for
               this
               proud
               challenge
               ●hey
               know
               truly
               how
               to
               style
               him
               the
               great
               Antichrist
               ,
               and
               crowne
               him
               with
               this
               triple
               Crowne
               ;
               the
               
                 Man
                 of
                 sinne
              
               ,
               the
               
                 Whore
                 of
                 Babylon
              
               ,
               the
               
                 Vicar
                 Generall
                 of
                 HELL
              
               .
            
             
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
             
               CERTAINE
               PIECES
               OF
               THIS
               AGE
               PARABOLIZD
               .
            
             
               viz.
               Duellum
               Britannicum
               .
               Regalis
               Justitia
               Iacobi
               .
               Aquignispicium
               .
               Antidotum
               Cecillianum
               .
            
             
               By
               THOMAS
               SCOT
               Gentleman
               .
            
             
               Scire
               tuum
               nihil
               est
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               ,
               Printed
               for
               
                 Francis
                 Constable
              
               .
               1616.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               DVELLVM
               BRITANNICVM
               .
            
             
               
                 DEDICATED
                 To
                 the
                 eternall
                 memorie
                 of
                 that
                 admirable
                 Combat
                 performed
                 by
                 two
                 valorous
                 Knights
                 ,
                 Sir
                 
                   Robert
                   Mansell
                
                 appellant
                 ,
                 and
                 Sir
                 
                   Iohn
                   Heydon
                
                 Defendant
                 ;
                 where
                 both
                 equally
                 expressing
                 fortitude
                 and
                 skill
                 in
                 giuing
                 and
                 receiuing
                 wounds
                 ,
                 scaped
                 death
                 ,
                 notwithstanding
                 by
                 the
                 onely
                 fauour
                 of
                 Prouidence
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SInce
                   you
                   haue
                   done
                   more
                   then
                   I
                   can
                   relate
                
                 
                   (
                   A
                   miracle
                   in
                   conquering
                   Death
                   )
                   what
                   hat●
                
                 
                   Is
                   that
                   ,
                   then
                   death
                   more
                   deadly
                   ,
                   which
                   suruiues
                
                 
                   To
                   cloude
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   your
                   after
                   liues
                   ?
                
                 
                   Be
                   reconcilde
                   ;
                   we
                   shew
                   most
                   strength
                   and
                   skill
                
                 
                   In
                   mastering
                   our
                   strong
                   frailtie
                   ,
                   our
                   weake
                   will.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Duellum
                 Britannicum
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     HOMO
                     HOMINI
                     DAEMON
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   Man
                   may
                   Man
                   perswade
                   amisse
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   the
                   skill
                   and
                   cunning
                   is
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   rule
                   him
                   right
                   ,
                   to
                   cause
                   him
                   do●
                
                 
                   What
                   true
                   wisedom●●o●gs
                   ●nto
                   .
                
                 
                   See
                   how
                   the
                   busie
                   Lawyers
                   throng
                
                 
                   Twixt
                   Man
                   and
                   Man
                   for
                   right
                   and
                   wrong●
                
                 
                   Those
                   Papers
                   ,
                   all
                   those
                   bookes
                   are
                   writ
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   reconcile
                   Mans
                   iarring
                   wit.
                
                 
                   Pistols
                   ,
                   Muskets
                   ,
                   Rapiers
                   ,
                   Swords
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   the
                   Engines
                   war
                   affords●
                
                 
                   Are
                   for
                   Man
                   prepar'd
                   ,
                   not
                   hell
                   :
                
                 
                   There
                   no
                   foe
                   like
                   Man
                   doth
                   dwell
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   Man
                   for
                   sport
                   baites
                   Lyons
                   ,
                   Beares
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Man
                   alone
                   Man
                   hates
                   ,
                   and
                   feares
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   GReat
                   Volumes
                   in
                   few
                   lines
                   epitomiz'd
                
                 
                   Are
                   easiest
                   apprehended
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   priz'd
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Large
                   Countries
                   in
                   small
                   Maps
                   are
                   best
                   suruaide
                   ,
                
                 
                   Because
                   the
                   sense
                   (
                   in
                   these
                   abridgments
                   staid
                   )
                
                 
                   Keeps
                   company
                   with
                   Reason
                   ,
                   neuer
                   flitting
                
                 
                   From
                   that
                   firme
                   obiect
                   their
                   ioynt
                   powers
                   fitting
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   the
                   whole
                   world
                   is
                   in
                   one
                   Man
                   exprest
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   euery
                   part
                   describ'd
                   and
                   iudged
                   best
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   noble
                   Britain●
                   do
                   not
                   scorne
                   to
                   see
                
                 
                   Thy
                   owne
                   face
                   in
                   this
                   Glasse
                   I
                   proffer
                   thee
                   :
                
                 
                   Two
                   of
                   thy
                   children
                   ,
                   whose
                   fortune
                   tels
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   danger
                   and
                   assur'd
                   destruction
                   dwels
                
                 
                   In
                   thy
                   dis-vnion
                   ;
                   and
                   how
                   fond
                   they
                   are
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   with
                   false
                   reasons
                   nurse
                   thy
                   ciuill
                   warre
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   two
                   (
                   two
                   Worthies
                   ,
                   nobly
                   borne
                   and
                   bred
                   ;
                
                 
                   Inrich'd
                   with
                   vertue
                   ,
                   and
                   vpon
                   the
                   head
                
                 
                   Of
                   Court
                   and
                   Kingdome
                   plac●d
                   ,
                   (
                   as
                   Iewels
                   worne
                
                 
                   For
                   vse
                   and
                   ornament
                   )
                   now
                   rent
                   and
                   torne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Remaine
                   sad
                   spectacles
                   ;
                   and
                   cry
                   aloud
                
                 
                   O
                   Man
                   ,
                   why
                   ,
                   being
                   mortall
                   ,
                   art
                   thou
                   proud
                   ?
                
                 
                   Why
                   art
                   thou
                   proud
                   of
                   beauty
                   ?
                   Roses
                   blast
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   of
                   thy
                   wealth
                   ?
                   the
                   mines
                   of
                   India
                   waste
                   ;
                
                 
                   Or
                   of
                   thy
                   strength
                   ?
                   since
                   sicknes
                   ,
                   age
                   ,
                   or
                   wounds
                
                 
                   Let
                   loose
                   the
                   stiff-strung
                   ioynts
                   ,
                   and
                   spirit
                   confounds
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   of
                   thy
                   honour
                   ,
                   and
                   thy
                   high-borne
                   blood
                   ?
                
                 
                   Since
                   to
                   be
                   great
                   is
                   not
                   worth
                   praise
                   ,
                   but
                   good
                   :
                
                 
                   Or
                   of
                   all
                   these
                   ?
                   since
                   all
                   these
                   ,
                   and
                   much
                   more
                
                 
                   Wh●rton
                   and
                   Steward
                   had
                   ,
                   lost
                   ,
                   and
                   di'd
                   poore
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Much
                   more
                   they
                   had
                   ;
                   so
                   much
                   ,
                   that
                   hard
                   it
                   is
                
                 
                   To
                   tell
                   what
                   either
                   wanted
                   .
                   Earths
                   chiefe
                   blisse
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Their
                   Princes
                   fauour
                   )
                   like
                   the
                   Sunne
                   aboue
                
                 
                   In
                   his
                   hot
                   Solstice
                   stood
                   ,
                   and
                   did
                   improue
                
                 
                   Their
                   blooming
                   youth's
                   with
                   ripened
                   fruit
                   ,
                   before
                
                 
                   Their
                   thoughts
                   could
                   hope
                   :
                   ô
                   what
                   could
                   they
                   wish
                   more
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Friends
                   sought
                   thē
                   ,
                   fortune
                   blest
                   thē
                   ;
                   blest
                   them
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   which
                   might
                   happiest
                   seeme
                   was
                   hard
                   to
                   know
                   ,
                
                 
                   Neither
                   had
                   cause
                   of
                   Enuie
                   ;
                   except
                   thus
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   th'eies●
                   hands
                   ,
                   feet
                   ,
                   which
                   guide
                   ,
                   guard
                   ,
                   carry
                   vs
                   ;
                
                 
                   Whose
                   selfe
                   like
                   shape
                   ,
                   and
                   equall
                   vse
                   admits
                
                 
                   No
                   warre
                   ,
                   but
                   fellow-feeling
                   of
                   such
                   fits
                   ,
                
                 
                   Griefes
                   ,
                   and
                   diseases
                   ,
                   and
                   each
                   part
                   sustaines
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   shar'd
                   they
                   in
                   all
                   pleasures
                   ,
                   toyles
                   ,
                   sports
                   ,
                   paines
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   had
                   these
                   other
                   cause
                   of
                   warre
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   causelesse
                   warre
                   is
                   most
                   vnnaturall
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   (
                   oh
                   )
                   that
                   subtle
                   Spirit
                   incens'd
                   rash
                   blood
                
                 
                   With
                   franticke
                   rage
                   ,
                   that
                   enery
                   ill
                   seem'd
                   good
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   first
                   must
                   pray
                   ;
                   so
                   vndeserued
                   gold
                
                 
                   "
                   Ill
                   got
                   ,
                   we
                   waste
                   ,
                   and
                   haue
                   no
                   power
                   to
                   hold●
                
                 
                   Then
                   they
                   proceed
                   to
                   words
                   ,
                   from
                   words
                   to
                   blowes
                   ;
                
                 
                   "
                   The
                   way
                   to
                   ill
                   is
                   easie
                   ;
                   but
                   who
                   knowes
                
                 
                   The
                   Clue
                   that
                   we
                   returne
                   by
                   ?
                   hence
                   proceeds
                
                 
                   A
                   Challenge
                   from
                   wrong'd
                   
                     Wharton
                     :
                     Steward
                  
                   needs
                
                 
                   No
                   such
                   stale
                   prouocation
                   :
                   Mischiefes
                   feet
                
                 
                   "
                   Are
                   swift
                   to
                   blood
                   :
                   their
                   quicke
                   desires
                   soon
                   meet
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   (
                   met
                   )
                   soone
                   fight
                   ;
                   bold
                   Steward
                   falls
                   by
                   Fate
                   ;
                
                 
                   Wharton
                   
                     by
                     Chance
                  
                   :
                   those
                   powers
                   each
                   other
                   hate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   So
                   I
                   haue
                   seene
                   from
                   th'
                   Indies
                   East
                   and
                   West
                   ,
                
                 
                   Two
                   Ships
                   well
                   rigg'd
                   and
                   mann'd
                   vpon
                   the
                   brest
                
                 
                   Of
                   Thetis
                   d●ncing
                   ,
                   spreading
                   flags
                   abroad
                
                 
                   For
                   ioy
                   of
                   their
                   long-wisht-for
                   English
                   roade
                   ;
                
                 
                   Past
                   now
                   all
                   dangerous
                   
                     Ro●ks●
                     Gulphs
                     ,
                     Pyrats
                     ,
                     Sand
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   Ready
                   t'vnlade
                   their
                   rich
                   fraught
                   on
                   firme
                   land
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   tell
                   the
                   story
                   of
                   their
                   perils
                   past
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   frolicke
                   with
                   glad
                   friends
                   in
                   peace
                   ,
                   at
                   last
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   spying
                   each
                   other
                   so
                   bedeckt
                   ,
                   adorn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   outward
                   pomp
                   :
                   ones
                   pride
                   the
                   other
                   scorn'd
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                   And
                   from
                   that
                   enuious
                   scorn
                   some
                   word
                   proceeding
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   from
                   that
                   word
                   some
                   blow
                   ,
                   from
                   that
                   blow
                   bleeding
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   giuing
                   way
                   to
                   fury
                   ,
                   all
                   inrag'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Both
                   are
                   in
                   desp'rate
                   tearmes
                   of
                   fight
                   ingag'd
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   fire
                   in
                   water
                   ,
                   Lead
                   in
                   th'
                   ayre
                   ,
                   their
                   center
                
                 
                   Doe
                   madly
                   seeke
                   ;
                   and
                   both
                   these
                   r●dely
                   enter
                
                 
                   The
                   strong
                   ships
                   wombe
                   ,
                   and
                   ransac●e
                   euery
                   hold
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   pretious
                   life
                   ,
                   neglecting
                   Indi●n
                   gold
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   shot
                   seems
                   thunder
                   ,
                   but
                   the
                   dying
                   grones
                
                 
                   Of
                   slaughtered
                   soules
                   ,
                   shrike
                   louder
                   ,
                   deeper
                   tones
                
                 
                   Then
                   roring
                   Cannons
                   ,
                   whose
                   thicke
                   charging
                   rout
                
                 
                   Le
                   ts
                   water
                   freely
                   in
                   ,
                   and
                   poures
                   bloud
                   out
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   hot
                   fight
                   both
                   firmly
                   doe
                   defend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Both
                   nimbly
                   do
                   assault
                   ,
                   both
                   madly
                   spend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Strength
                   ,
                   skill
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   to
                   hurt
                   .
                   Conquest
                   inclines
                
                 
                   To
                   neither
                   part
                   as
                   partiall
                   .
                   Equall
                   lines
                
                 
                   Are
                   drawne
                   betwixt
                   them
                   both
                   by
                   Fate
                   and
                   Chance
                   ;
                
                 
                   Till
                   th'
                   one
                   his
                   topsaile
                   fairely
                   doth
                   aduance
                
                 
                   To
                   win
                   the
                   winde
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   that
                   vantage
                   flies
                
                 
                   With
                   force
                   and
                   fury
                   on
                   his
                   foe
                   ;
                   who
                   plies
                
                 
                   All
                   meanes
                   to
                   salue
                   this
                   losse
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   regaine
                
                 
                   Faire
                   ods
                   ,
                   or
                   equall
                   standing
                   once
                   againe
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   But
                   all
                   in
                   vaine
                   ,
                   fortune
                   ,
                   the
                   winde
                   ,
                   and
                   sea
                   ,
                
                 
                   Con●ederate
                   with
                   the
                   aduerse
                   seeme
                   to
                   be
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   this
                   to
                   sinke
                   (
                   rather
                   then
                   yeeld
                   )
                   resolues
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   halfe
                   his
                   tatter'd
                   sides
                   the
                   Sea
                   inuolues
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   th'
                   other
                   (
                   couetous
                   )
                   grapples
                   with
                   his
                   foe
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   bourd
                   and
                   rob
                   him
                   :
                   and
                   (
                   being
                   chained
                   so
                   )
                
                 
                   The
                   s●ip
                   that
                   leaks
                   sinks
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   his
                   weight
                   drawes
                
                 
                   The
                   Conqueror
                   with
                   Conquest
                   ,
                   to
                   deaths
                   iawes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   So
                   fares
                   it
                   with
                   these
                   noble
                   Combatants
                
                 
                   Both
                   equally
                   of
                   blood
                   and
                   honor
                   vaunts
                   :
                
                 
                 
                   Both
                   enui'd
                   and
                   belou'd
                   alike
                   ,
                   both
                   friends
                   ,
                
                 
                   Both
                   yong
                   ,
                   both
                   valiant
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   life
                   and
                   ends
                
                 
                   So
                   paralell
                   ,
                   and
                   twin-like
                   like
                   in
                   all
                
                 
                   That
                   they
                   obtain'd
                   one
                   graue
                   ,
                   one
                   ●unerall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   One
                   graue
                   ,
                   one
                   funerall
                   ,
                   they
                   obtain'd
                   ,
                   yet
                   lost
                
                 
                   The
                   ●ame
                   and
                   honor
                   their
                   youth
                   thirsted
                   most
                   .
                
                 
                   Because
                   their
                   quarrell
                   on
                   false
                   grounds
                   begun
                   ,
                
                 
                   Could
                   not
                   produce
                   true
                   praise
                   ,
                   nor
                   true
                   blame
                   shun
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   wounds
                   thou
                   gau'st
                   stout
                   Wharto●
                   had
                   bin
                   good
                
                 
                   Against
                   thy
                   Kings
                   or
                   faiths
                   foe
                   ;
                   and
                   thy
                   blood
                
                 
                   Heroicke
                   Steward
                   ,
                   had
                   been
                   nobly
                   shed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Against
                   such
                   slaues
                   ;
                   so
                   both
                   had
                   brauely
                   bled
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   your
                   brasse
                   Monuments
                   had
                   spoke
                   the
                   fame
                
                 
                   Of
                   Whartons
                   noble
                   ,
                   Stewards
                   royall
                   name
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   the
                   fierce
                   challenger
                   for
                   his
                   quicke
                   charge
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   stout
                   assault
                   with
                   wounds
                   giuen
                   deepe
                   and
                   large
                   ;
                
                 
                   His
                   apt
                   command
                   of
                   euery
                   part
                   soone
                   shunning
                   ,
                
                 
                   All
                   wounds
                   saue
                   one
                   ,
                   giuen
                   more
                   by
                   chance
                   then
                   cunning
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   Defendant
                   ,
                   who
                   so
                   long
                   time
                   stood
                
                 
                   Drownd
                   (
                   yet
                   vndanted
                   )
                   in
                   his
                   owne
                   life
                   blood
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   deadly
                   wounded
                   ,
                   past
                   all
                   hope
                   of
                   liuing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Death
                   in
                   his
                   death
                   to
                   his
                   haile
                   fooeman
                   giuing
                   ;
                
                 
                   Had
                   filld
                   the
                   largest
                   leaues
                   of
                   Fames
                   faire
                   story
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   both
                   worne
                   wreath
                   of
                   triumph
                   ,
                   conquest
                   ,
                   glory●
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   like
                   patterns
                   ●o
                   both
                   Realms
                   ,
                   set
                   out
                
                 
                   By
                   vertue
                   for
                   example
                   ;
                   the
                   wise
                   and
                   stout
                
                 
                   Had
                   been
                   your
                   schollers
                   ,
                   and
                   their
                   lessons
                   read
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   those
                   greene
                   fields
                   ,
                   where
                   both
                   so
                   boldly
                   bled
                   .
                
                 
                   Bnt
                   now
                   (
                   aye
                   me
                   !
                   )
                   as
                   rocks
                   ,
                   bars
                   ,
                   sands
                   ,
                   at
                   sea
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   marks
                   set
                   vp
                   to
                   shew
                   ships
                   where
                   they
                   bee
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   rather
                   as
                   some
                   wrack'd
                   ships
                   selfe
                   ,
                   whose
                   mast
                
                 
                   Ore-looks
                   the
                   waues
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   still
                   sticking
                   fast
                
                 
                 
                   In
                   th'
                   eating
                   silt
                   ,
                   bids
                   the
                   wise
                   Pilot
                   flye
                
                 
                   The
                   tracklesse
                   path
                   ,
                   where
                   such
                   hid
                   dangers
                   lye
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   stand
                   these
                   two
                   ,
                   the
                   signes
                   of
                   woe
                   ,
                   and
                   ruth
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   shipwrackt
                   honor
                   ,
                   fortune
                   ,
                   valour
                   ,
                   youth
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   by
                   their
                   deaths
                   confirme
                   this
                   speech
                   for
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Vertue
                   hath
                   greater
                   priuiledge
                   then
                   blood
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   Our
                   soules
                   are
                   Gods
                   ,
                   our
                   bodies
                   are
                   the
                   Kings
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   he
                   that
                   in
                   his
                   priuate
                   quarrell
                   brings
                
                 
                   "
                   Either
                   of
                   these
                   in
                   question
                   doth
                   betray
                
                 
                   "
                   The
                   Kings
                   part
                   ,
                   and
                   giues
                   Gods
                   part
                   cleane
                   away
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   England
                   ,
                   behold
                   in
                   Wharton
                   what
                   thou
                   art
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Scotland
                   see
                   in
                   Steward
                   euery
                   part
                
                 
                   Of
                   thy
                   best
                   power
                   ;
                   shun
                   enmitie
                   and
                   strife
                   ,
                
                 
                   None
                   but
                   your selues
                   haue
                   power
                   of
                   eithers
                   life
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   no
                   slight
                   toyes
                   (
                   the
                   snares
                   and
                   traines
                   of
                   hell
                   )
                
                 
                   Breed
                   war
                   betwixt
                   you
                   two
                   ;
                   but
                   kindly
                   dwell
                
                 
                   Within
                   this
                   I
                   le
                   as
                   in
                   one
                   house
                   ,
                   the
                   rather
                
                 
                   Being
                   thereto
                   wooed
                   by
                   your
                   good
                   King
                   ,
                   kind
                   father
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   not
                   ,
                   peruse
                   this
                   glasse
                   ,
                   and
                   let
                   not
                   me
                
                 
                   The
                   fatall
                   Prophet
                   of
                   such
                   ill
                   newes
                   be
                
                 
                   To
                   your
                   succeeding
                   times
                   ;
                   but
                   choose
                   you
                   whether
                
                 
                   You
                   'le
                   still
                   liue
                   friends
                   ,
                   or
                   like
                   these
                   die
                   together
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   
                     
                       DVELLI
                       FINIS
                       :
                    
                  
                
                 
                   
                     A
                     cast
                     of
                     Falcons
                     (
                     in
                     their
                     pride
                  
                   
                     At
                     passage
                     scouring
                     )
                     fowle
                     e●pide
                  
                   
                     Securely
                     feeding
                     from
                     the
                     spring
                     ,
                  
                   
                     At
                     one
                     both
                     ayme
                     with
                     nimble
                     wing
                     .
                  
                   
                     They
                     first
                     mount
                     vp
                     abou●
                     Mans
                     sight
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Plying
                     for
                     life
                     this
                     emulou●
                     flight
                  
                   
                     In
                     equall
                     compasse
                     ,
                     and
                     maintaine
                  
                   
                     Their
                     pitch
                     without
                     a
                     lazie
                     plaine
                     .
                  
                   
                     Then
                     stooping
                     freely
                     (
                     lightning
                     like
                     )
                  
                   
                     They
                     (
                     counter
                     )
                     dead
                     each
                     other
                     strike
                     .
                  
                   
                     The
                     ●owle
                     escapes●
                     and
                     with
                     her
                     wings
                  
                   
                     Their
                     funerall
                     dirge
                     ,
                     this
                     lesson
                     sings
                     .
                  
                   
                     "
                     Who
                     aimes
                     at
                     glory
                     not
                     aright
                     ,
                  
                   
                     "
                     Meet●s
                     death
                     ,
                     but
                     Glorie
                     takes
                     her
                     flight
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   Epitaphium
                   Georgii
                   Whartoni
                   Milit.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     TH'
                     offence
                     was
                     great
                     ,
                     worse
                     the
                     report
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     ini●r●e
                     Reuenge
                     acquitting
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     life
                     with
                     many
                     wounds
                     ta'ne
                     for
                     't
                  
                   
                     Arg●'de
                     a
                     minde
                     true
                     honour
                     fitting
                     .
                  
                   
                     "
                     For
                     sluggish
                     Cowardice
                     doth
                     shame
                  
                   
                     "
                     Anoble
                     Stocke
                     ,
                     and
                     ●onour'd
                     name●
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   Epitaphium
                   Iacobi
                   Stewardi
                   Armigeri
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     VVIth
                     an
                     vndaunted
                     heart
                     I
                     fought
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Reuenge
                     and
                     Choller
                     me
                     assailing
                     ,
                  
                   
                     In
                     fight
                     I
                     fell
                     ,
                     with
                     courage
                     sto●t
                     ,
                  
                   
                     My
                     life
                     and
                     ●oes
                     ,
                     together
                     failing●
                  
                   
                     I
                     dig'de
                     my
                     graue
                     out
                     with
                     my
                     sword
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     stroke
                     ,
                     whilst
                     life
                     would
                     strength
                     afford
                     .
                  
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               IVSTITIA
               IACOBI
               .
            
             
               
                 Dedicated
                 to
                 the
                 graue
                 ,
                 reuerend
                 ,
                 and
                 iudicious
                 Knight
                 ,
                 Sr.
                 ROBERT
                 GARDINER
                 ,
                 sometime
                 Lord
                 Iustice
                 of
                 Ireland
                 .
              
               
                 
                   SO
                   many
                   men
                   presse
                   now
                   for
                   place
                   in
                   State
                   ,
                
                 
                   Deseart
                   and
                   Worth
                   cannot
                   come
                   neere
                   the
                   gate
                   :
                
                 
                   ●ut
                   happy
                   were
                   it
                   for
                   the
                   State
                   and
                   Vs
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●f
                   we
                   (
                   as
                   Rome
                   did
                   )
                   sought
                   for
                   Curius
                   .
                
                 
                   ●here
                   should
                   we
                   finde
                   him
                   ,
                   farre
                   from
                   Court
                   ,
                   with
                   you
                
                 
                   ●erhaps
                   a
                   Gardiner
                   ,
                   or
                   perhaps
                   at
                   Plow
                   .
                
                 
                   ●et
                   euen
                   the
                   same
                   which
                   Pyrrhus
                   did
                   withstand
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●amnites
                   ,
                   and
                   Sabines
                   ruld
                   ,
                   as
                   you
                   Ireland
                   .
                
                 
                   ●hen
                   should
                   our
                   Kings
                   cleare
                   Iustice
                   shine
                   too
                   brigh●
                
                 
                   ●o
                   suffer
                   potent
                   wrong
                   ,
                   cloude
                   impotent
                   right
                   .
                
                 
                   ●hen
                   should
                   this
                   act
                   of
                   Iustice
                   so
                   aboue
                
                 
                   ●ll
                   presidents
                   ,
                   make
                   others
                   like
                   it
                   moo●e
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   wretched
                   we
                   ,
                   whilst
                   few
                   the
                   doore
                   can
                   passe
                
                 
                   Of
                   high
                   pre●erment
                   ,
                   but
                   the
                   L●den
                   Asse
                   .
                
              
               
            
             
               
               
                 Regalis
                 Justitia
                 IACOBI
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     DEVS
                     VIDET
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   Man
                   ,
                   Angell
                   ,
                   nor
                   the
                   Fiend
                   of
                   Hell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Can
                   Mans
                   heart
                   see
                   ,
                   search
                   ,
                   and
                   tell
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   God
                   alo●e
                   doth
                   vnderstand
                   ,
                
                 
                   Closing
                   all
                   thoughts
                   within
                   his
                   hand
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   better
                   knowes
                   then
                   Priest
                   ,
                   Iudge
                   ,
                   Scribe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   gaue
                   the
                   last
                   cause-carrying
                   bribe
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   sees
                   ,
                   when
                   sentence
                   goes
                   aw●y
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   the
                   hidden
                   ground
                   doth
                   lie
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   kno●es
                   if
                   it
                   be
                   true
                   or
                   no
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   doubtfull
                   witnesse
                   sweares
                   vnto●
                
                 
                   He
                   markes
                   the
                   Iewrie
                   and
                   their
                   leader
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   obserues
                   the
                   lying
                   Pleader
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   notes
                   the
                   Councell
                   what
                   they
                   doe
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   Kings
                   heart
                   searcheth
                   too
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   HOw
                   hatefull
                   is
                   this
                   silence
                   ?
                   I
                   haue
                   stood
                
                 
                   Wishing
                   ,
                   expecting
                   ,
                   musing
                   long
                   ,
                   who
                   wou'd
                
                 
                 
                   With
                   honest
                   thrift
                   ,
                   this
                   faire
                   aduantage
                   take
                
                 
                   To
                   fame
                   himselfe
                   for
                   euer
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   make
                
                 
                   This
                   sencelesse
                   age
                   conceiue
                   (
                   perhaps
                   commend
                   )
                
                 
                   The
                   good
                   we
                   now
                   enioy
                   ,
                   not
                   apprehend
                   .
                
                 
                   Time
                   was
                   ,
                   Kings
                   words
                   were
                   like
                   to
                   apples
                   ,
                   snatch'd
                
                 
                   From
                   t'
                   Hesper●des
                   ,
                   so
                   obs●ru'd●
                   ,
                   so
                   watch'de
                   .
                
                 
                   None
                   ●●ffer'd
                   to
                   drop
                   downe
                   ;
                   all
                   highly
                   prizde
                
                 
                   Preser●ed
                   ,
                   recorded
                   ,
                   apothegmatizde
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   their
                   words
                   (
                   though
                   Or●cle●
                   to
                   those
                
                 
                   Of
                   former
                   times
                   ,
                   though
                   verse
                   vnto
                   their
                   prose
                   )
                
                 
                   Are
                   slighted
                   by
                   this
                   lip-wise
                   age
                   of
                   ours
                   ;
                
                 
                   Whose
                   rootles
                   knowledge
                   bears
                   no
                   fruits
                   but
                   flow'rs
                
                 
                   Where
                   is
                   the
                   Man
                   whose
                   better
                   fate
                   ,
                   admits
                
                 
                   Him
                   place
                   ,
                   time
                   ,
                   meanes
                   ,
                   to
                   heare
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   wits
                   .
                
                 
                   Discourse
                   like
                   Salomon
                   ,
                   of
                   euery
                   thing
                   ,
                
                 
                   Begot
                   betwixt
                   the
                   winter
                   and
                   the
                   spring
                   ?
                
                 
                   Determine
                   euery
                   doubt
                   that
                   doth
                   arise
                
                 
                   Twixt
                   heauen
                   and
                   earth
                   ,
                   the
                   ●diot
                   and
                   the
                   wise
                   ?
                
                 
                   That
                   doth
                   for
                   priuate
                   vse
                   ,
                   or
                   publike
                   good
                
                 
                   Make
                   knowne
                   how
                   Sab●-like
                   ,
                   he
                   vnderstood
                   ?
                
                 
                   And
                   did
                   not
                   (
                   like
                   the
                   pictures
                   )
                   waite
                   for
                   show
                
                 
                   To
                   fill
                   place
                   only
                   ,
                   but
                   to
                   learne
                   to
                   know
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   man
                   is
                   yet
                   no
                   Courtier
                   ,
                   or
                   at
                   least
                
                 
                   No
                   daily
                   waiter
                   ;
                   scarce
                   s●●ne
                   at
                   a
                   feast
                   .
                
                 
                   Too
                   poore
                   and
                   plaine
                   to
                   trauaile
                   ,
                   and
                   bring
                   backe
                
                 
                   The
                   ●ongue
                   and
                   heart
                   of
                   treason
                   ;
                   he
                   doth
                   lacke
                
                 
                   A
                   face
                   t'
                   outface
                   his
                   wants
                   ,
                   and
                   doth
                   bewr●y
                
                 
                   His
                   ignorance
                   in
                   euery
                   arrogant
                   way
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   meanes
                   good
                   faith
                   and
                   speakes
                   it
                   ,
                   though
                   the
                   lip
                
                 
                   Of
                   censuring
                   law
                   ,
                   his
                   state
                   and
                   body
                   stript
                
                 
                   Of
                   coyne
                   ,
                   and
                   eares
                   ,
                   and
                   freedome
                   ;
                   it
                   's
                   no
                   crime
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   speake
                   truth
                   (
                   he
                   thinks
                   )
                   though
                   't
                   be
                   out
                   of
                   time
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   He
                   is
                   no
                   chamber
                   Traytor
                   from
                   hell
                   sent
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   v●dermine
                   the
                   Soules
                   high
                   Parliament
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   cannot
                   candy
                   poyson
                   ;
                   wants
                   the
                   waies
                
                 
                   To
                   tickle
                   truth
                   to
                   death
                   ,
                   with
                   her
                   owne
                   praise
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   dares
                   not
                   weare
                   a
                   desperat●
                   suite
                   t'
                   vndoe
                
                 
                   Himselfe
                   ,
                   a
                   Mercer
                   ,
                   and
                   a
                   Taylor
                   too
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   make
                   that
                   the
                   preface
                   how
                   to
                   aske
                
                 
                   Towards
                   his
                   vnknowne
                   losse
                   in
                   the
                   last
                   maske
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   But
                   such
                   as
                   can
                   those
                   Court-lie
                   Mysteries
                
                 
                   Want
                   time
                   for
                   this
                   .
                   Themselues
                   are
                   histories
                
                 
                   Not
                   easely
                   learn'd
                   ;
                   t'
                   will
                   aske
                   a
                   perfect
                   Man
                
                 
                   To
                   read
                   them
                   daily
                   o're
                   ,
                   do
                   what
                   he
                   can
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   ere
                   he
                   learns
                   by
                   heart
                   each
                   attribute
                
                 
                   Appropriate
                   to
                   the
                   body
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   suite
                   ,
                
                 
                   Himselfe
                   growes
                   old
                   ,
                   or
                   a
                   new-fashion
                   springs
                   :
                
                 
                   Which
                   shifts
                   the
                   Scene
                   ,
                   the
                   forme
                   ,
                   and
                   face
                   of
                   things
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thus
                   silk-worms
                   spend
                   their
                   times
                   ,
                   &
                   schollers
                   too
                
                 
                   Haue
                   idle
                   worke
                   enough
                   to
                   turne
                   them
                   to
                   .
                
                 
                   Perhaps
                   a
                   paire
                   of
                   feete
                   and
                   a
                   tongue
                   stroue
                
                 
                   Who
                   should
                   walke
                   fastest
                   ,
                   and
                   most
                   countries
                   roue
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   fewest
                   howers
                   to
                   smallest
                   purpose
                   ;
                   these
                
                 
                   At
                   length
                   returne
                   (
                   their
                   trauailes
                   finisht
                   )
                   please
                
                 
                   To
                   publish
                   their
                   fond
                   Iournall
                   .
                   But
                   (
                   alasse
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   Neither
                   themselues
                   ,
                   nor
                   their
                   huge
                   worke
                   can
                   passe
                
                 
                   Our
                   presse
                   vnpraisde
                   .
                   
                     O
                     Courtiers
                  
                   thither
                   hie
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Gallants
                     ,
                     Wits
                     ,
                     Poets
                  
                   ;
                   Let
                   your
                   Muses
                   flie
                
                 
                   Not
                   to
                   reforme
                   ,
                   or
                   settle
                   this
                   light
                   braine
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   render
                   him
                   more
                   wilde
                   .
                   Your selues
                   shall
                   gaine
                
                 
                   Much
                   wonder
                   by
                   't
                   ;
                   extol'd
                   shall
                   be
                   your
                   skill
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   writing
                   well
                   in
                   ieast
                   ,
                   in
                   ●●rnest
                   ill
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   not
                   this
                   ,
                   some
                   other
                   witty
                   taske
                
                 
                   Staies
                   your
                   continuall
                   leisures
                   ,
                   and
                   doth
                   aske
                
                 
                 
                   Inke
                   from
                   your
                   pens
                   ,
                   t'asperge
                   ,
                   deforme
                   ,
                   defile
                   ,
                
                 
                   States
                   and
                   their
                   instruments
                   ,
                   with
                   libells
                   vile
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   man
                   must
                   liue
                   without
                   your
                   fawning
                   praise
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   no
                   man
                   die
                   without
                   your
                   rounddelaies
                   .
                
                 
                   Death
                   maks
                   you
                   sport
                   ,
                   &
                   stroks
                   which
                   force
                   the
                   State
                   ,
                
                 
                   Stagger
                   and
                   reele
                   ;
                   your
                   humors
                   eleuate
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     "
                     Vice
                  
                   liuing
                   ,
                   is
                   preferd
                   to
                   Vertue
                   dead
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   The
                   present
                   ,
                   no
                   time
                   els
                   ,
                   is
                   honored
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   If
                   you
                   attend
                   on
                   Kings
                   ,
                   it
                   's
                   to
                   obserue
                
                 
                   Their
                   imperfections
                   ,
                   where
                   their
                   frailties
                   swerue
                
                 
                   In
                   rash
                   attempts
                   or
                   passionate
                   words
                   vnstaid
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   iuster
                   rules
                   ,
                   their
                   intemperate
                   bloods
                   once
                   laide
                
                 
                   As
                   if
                   Kings
                   were
                   not
                   men
                   ,
                   weake
                   ,
                   fraile
                   ,
                   and
                   poore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Like
                   to
                   their
                   Subiects
                   ,
                   and
                   subiected
                   more
                   .
                
                 
                   As
                   if
                   at
                   Rome
                   (
                   whether
                   you
                   send
                   this
                   newes
                   )
                
                 
                   All
                   there
                   were
                   Saints
                   ,
                   &
                   your
                   Popes
                   Court
                   no
                   stewes●
                
                 
                   As
                   if
                   that
                   you
                   a
                   Patent
                   had
                   from
                   Hell
                
                 
                   All
                   things
                   to
                   say
                   or
                   doe
                   ,
                   but
                   nothing
                   well
                   .
                
                 
                   O!
                   if
                   you
                   yet
                   retaine
                   a
                   graine
                   of
                   that
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   your
                   high
                   aimes
                   would
                   seeme
                   to
                   leuell
                   at
                   :
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   no
                   faith
                   (
                   but
                   that
                   you
                   Atheists
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   nothing
                   but
                   vnhallow'd
                   Reason
                   see
                   )
                
                 
                   If
                   but
                   a
                   sparke
                   of
                   that
                   remaine
                   intire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   you
                   seeme
                   to
                   monopolize
                   (
                   the
                   fire
                
                 
                   Prometheus
                   filch'd
                   from
                   lou●
                   )
                   let
                   that
                   bright
                   flame
                
                 
                   Kindle
                   your
                   zeales
                   for
                   selfe
                   ,
                   kings
                   ,
                   countries
                   fame
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   vse
                   those
                   opportunities
                   ,
                   parts
                   ,
                   pl●ces
                   ,
                
                 
                   Intelligences
                   ,
                   meanes
                   ,
                   friends
                   ,
                   fortunes
                   ,
                   graces
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   haue
                   '
                   boue
                   other
                   ,
                   for
                   the
                   publique
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   we
                   may
                   vnderstand
                   you
                   vnderstood
                   .
                
                 
                   Learne
                   Saba
                   -
                   like
                   to
                   heare
                   ,
                   obserue
                   ,
                   report
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   good
                   our
                   Salomon
                   speakes
                   ,
                   doth
                   at
                   Court.
                
                 
                 
                   Not
                   Shemei
                   -
                   like
                   to
                   slander
                   ,
                   curse
                   ,
                   deride
                   ,
                
                 
                   Religions
                   Nurse
                   ,
                   Arts
                   glory
                   ,
                   vertues
                   pride
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bnt
                   you
                   contemne
                   my
                   admonition
                   .
                   Goe
                
                 
                   Feed
                   ●at
                   for
                   hell
                   ,
                   the
                   place
                   you
                   co●et
                   so
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   let
                   my
                   humble
                   Muse
                   ,
                   applaud
                   ,
                   admire
                
                 
                   And
                   celebrate
                   he●uens
                   grant
                   to
                   our
                   desire
                   .
                
                 
                   Tell
                   what
                   thou
                   seest
                   and
                   feel'st
                   .
                   Ingratitude
                
                 
                   "
                   Receiues
                   ,
                   craues
                   swallowes
                   ,
                   a
                   whole
                   multitude
                
                 
                   "
                   Of
                   gifts
                   and
                   graces
                   ,
                   without
                   thanks
                   or
                   cense
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   with
                   dul
                   silence
                   beats
                   heauens
                   blessings
                   hence●
                
                 
                   "
                   It
                   is
                   D●traction
                   to
                   conceale
                   due
                   praise
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   When
                   good
                   related
                   ,
                   might
                   more
                   goodnesse
                   raise
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   It
                   is
                   not
                   flattery
                   to
                   report
                   truth
                   well
                   ;
                
                 
                   "
                   True
                   glasses
                   both
                   our
                   faults
                   and
                   fauours
                   tell
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Here
                   then
                   receiue
                   this
                   one
                   worke
                   royall
                   ●ames
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   now
                   reflects
                   vpon
                   thee
                   ,
                   and
                   more
                   fames
                
                 
                   This
                   Church
                   and
                   ●ingdom
                   ,
                   then
                   thy
                   birth
                   ,
                   crown
                   ,
                   pen
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   ●hat
                   else
                   makes
                   thee
                   the
                   good
                   King
                   of
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   sing
                   thy
                   Iustice
                   ,
                   whose
                   cleere
                   raies
                   giues
                   light
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   neighbour
                   Princes
                   in
                   this
                   ignorant
                   night
                
                 
                   Of
                   mistie
                   error
                   ,
                   and
                   corrupt
                   Respect
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   to
                   informe
                   aright
                   their
                   intellect
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   (
                   hauing
                   here
                   on
                   earth
                   ,
                   mongst
                   Christian
                   Kings
                
                 
                   And
                   Pagans
                   shone
                   )
                   it
                   mounts
                   the
                   winds
                   swift
                   wings
                
                 
                   Calming
                   the
                   sea
                   ,
                   bounding
                   her
                   ebs
                   and
                   tides
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   her
                   monthly
                   change
                   the
                   moist
                   Moone
                   guides●
                
                 
                   Then
                   sores
                   vp
                   higher
                   ,
                   and
                   informes
                   the
                   Sunne
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   mongst
                   the
                   signes
                   in
                   an
                   euen
                   line
                   to
                   run
                   ;
                
                 
                   How
                   to
                   make
                   daies
                   ,
                   and
                   nights
                   ;
                   and
                   higher
                   yet
                
                 
                   Mounts
                   ,
                   till
                   it
                   be
                   in
                   the
                   first
                   Mouer
                   set
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Two
                   warlike
                   kingdomes
                   linck't
                   in
                   happy
                   peace
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   beheld
                   how
                   common
                   fewdes
                   did
                   ●●ase
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   saw
                   how
                   strongly
                   blest
                   that
                   concord
                   stands
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   brethren
                   ioyne
                   first
                   hearts
                   ,
                   and
                   after
                   hands
                   ,
                
                 
                   Resolu'd
                   that
                   course
                   ;
                   turn'd
                   matches
                   into
                   Maskes
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   reuelling
                   tissues
                   wore
                   for
                   massier
                   Caskes
                   :
                
                 
                   Steeds
                   traind
                   for
                   ready
                   fight
                   ,
                   learnd
                   now
                   to
                   peace
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   knew
                   no
                   foes
                   but
                   Buckes
                   and
                   Hares
                   ;
                   nor
                   race
                
                 
                   But
                   on
                   smooth
                   plaines
                   for
                   wagers
                   ,
                   or
                   for
                   sport
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   for
                   lou'd
                   life
                   ;
                   where
                   Campes
                   lay
                   ,
                   lay
                   the
                   Court.
                
                 
                   Keene
                   swords
                   that
                   bit
                   the
                   bone
                   ,
                   abated
                   now
                
                 
                   Kist
                   without
                   making
                   skars
                   ,
                   or
                   help'd
                   the
                   plow
                
                 
                   To
                   draw
                   long
                   furrowes
                   on
                   the
                   fruitfull
                   earth
                   ,
                
                 
                   Least
                   Peace
                   should
                   (
                   breeding
                   teeth
                   too
                   fast
                   )
                   breed
                   (
                   dearth
                   .
                
                 
                   Blunt
                   foiles
                   were
                   on
                   sharpe
                   pointed
                   Rapiers
                   set
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   Lord
                   Sanquier
                   and
                   poore
                   Turner
                   met
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   met
                   to
                   play
                   :
                   there
                   Sanqu●er
                   lost
                   an
                   eie
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   Brittaine
                   !
                   canst
                   thou
                   nothing
                   further
                   spie
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   this
                   then
                   his
                   losse
                   ?
                   Looke
                   vp
                   now
                   and
                   see
                   ;
                
                 
                   Securitie
                   hath
                   ta'ne
                   an
                   eye
                   from
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   Ill
                   didst
                   thou
                   ward
                   that
                   blow
                   ;
                   If
                   sport
                   hurt
                   so
                   ,
                
                 
                   O
                   what
                   will
                   open
                   force
                   and
                   malice
                   do
                   ?
                
                 
                   Thy
                   King
                   rides
                   ,
                   hunts
                   and
                   falls
                   .
                   Are
                   horses
                   then
                
                 
                   Turn'd
                   traitors
                   too
                   ?
                   will
                   beasts
                   proue
                   like
                   to
                   men
                   ?
                
                 
                   Can
                   Kings
                   finde
                   sportfull
                   peace
                   so
                   hazardous
                   ?
                
                 
                   To
                   armes
                   then
                   Caesar
                   ,
                   shun
                   the
                   Senate
                   house
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   poison
                   ,
                   ponyards
                   ,
                   pistols
                   ,
                   Death
                   a●oue
                
                 
                   Attends
                   on
                   
                     '
                     Pr●nces
                  
                   when
                   they
                   feed
                   ,
                   sleep
                   ,
                   moue
                   ;
                
                 
                   B●neath
                   like
                   powder
                   ,
                   that
                   the
                   ground
                   they
                   tread
                   ,
                
                 
                   Seemes
                   all
                   one
                   continent
                   ,
                   to
                   quicke
                   and
                   dead
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   is
                   't
                   not
                   so
                   with
                   others
                   too
                   ?
                   behold
                   ,
                
                 
                   This
                   silly
                   Fencer
                   ,
                   in
                   his
                   ignorance
                   bold
                
                 
                   Think
                   's
                   his
                   submissiue
                   sorrow
                   will
                   suffice
                
                 
                   For
                   that
                   vnhappy
                   thrust
                   at
                   Sanquiers
                   eyes
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   begging
                   pardon
                   ,
                   seemes
                   to
                   haue
                   it
                   then
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   foole
                   dares
                   trust
                   the
                   vnseald
                   words
                   of
                   men
                   ?
                
                 
                   Yet
                   Turner
                   will.
                   A
                   reconciled
                   foe
                
                 
                   "
                   Seemes
                   a
                   true
                   friend
                   ,
                   to
                   him
                   would
                   haue
                   him
                   so
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   thinks
                   (
                   now
                   Dunne
                   is
                   dead
                   )
                   to
                   die
                   in
                   peace
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   but
                   blood
                   cries
                   out
                   for
                   blood
                   ,
                   and
                   doth
                   not
                   cease
                
                 
                   "
                   Till
                   vengeance
                   followes
                   .
                   Vengeance
                   euen
                   at
                   hand
                
                 
                   Whaits
                   like
                   a
                   treacherous
                   Groome
                   of
                   Sanquiers
                   ;
                   and
                
                 
                   (
                   When
                   Turner
                   nothing
                   of
                   his
                   neere
                   death
                   thinkes
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   laughes
                   ,
                   &
                   plaies
                   ,
                   &
                   to
                   his
                   deaths-man
                   drinkes
                   .
                   )
                
                 
                   Let
                   's
                   his
                   charg'd
                   pistoll
                   flie
                   ,
                   whose
                   mouth
                   spits
                   lead
                
                 
                   With
                   fire-wing'd
                   speede
                   ,
                   striking
                   the
                   Fencer
                   dead
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   No
                   ward
                   auoides
                   that
                   blow
                   :
                   
                     Pal●
                     Death
                  
                   we
                   see
                
                 
                   "
                   A
                   fellow-gamester
                   in
                   all
                   sports
                   will
                   be
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Murtherers
                   flee
                   ;
                   Iusti●e
                   pursues
                   with
                   speede
                   ,
                
                 
                   Th'
                   
                     Abettor
                     ,
                     Actor
                     ,
                     Author
                  
                   of
                   this
                   deede
                   ;
                
                 
                   Who
                   (
                   apprehended
                   )
                   apprehend
                   too
                   late
                
                 
                   (
                   If
                   friends
                   helpe
                   not
                   )
                   ,
                   the
                   issue
                   of
                   their
                   fate
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   friends
                   will
                   help
                   .
                   One
                   steps
                   vnto
                   the
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   Kneeles
                   and
                   thus
                   pleads
                   .
                   
                     Leige
                     Lord
                  
                   ,
                   you
                   are
                   the
                   spring
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   whence
                   Nobilitie
                   flowes
                   .
                   And
                   all
                   our
                   blood
                
                 
                   The
                   neerer
                   yours
                   it
                   comes
                   ,
                   the
                   neerer
                   good
                   :
                
                 
                   As
                   you
                   first
                   gaue
                   ,
                   so
                   let
                   your
                   power
                   preserue
                
                 
                   Those
                   that
                   are
                   set
                   a
                   part
                   the
                   Crowne
                   to
                   serue●
                
                 
                   Others
                   by
                   fit
                   election
                   ,
                   these
                   by
                   fate
                
                 
                   Are
                   made
                   hereditarie
                   to
                   the
                   State
                   ;
                
                 
                   Distinguish'd
                   from
                   the
                   common
                   ranke
                   of
                   those
                
                 
                   Who
                   only
                   know
                   they
                   are
                   not
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   rose
                
                 
                   And
                   priuiled●ge
                   aboue
                   the
                   raskall
                   rout
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   words
                   and
                   deeds
                   haue
                   reference
                   to
                   account
                   .
                
                 
                   Else
                   why
                   did
                   our
                   bold
                   fathers
                   ,
                   with
                   the
                   losse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   lymmes
                   and
                   liues
                   ,
                   honors
                   for
                   vs
                   ingrosse
                   ?
                
                 
                 
                   O
                   why
                   do
                   these
                   new
                   Nobles
                   de●r●ly
                   buy
                
                 
                   Those
                   attributes
                   for
                   which
                   they
                   dare
                   not
                   die
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   why
                   should
                   land
                   or
                   gold●
                   which
                   all
                   things
                   can
                
                 
                   Be
                   giuen
                   for
                   ●itles
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   mend
                   not
                   man
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   something
                   adde
                   besides
                   an
                   emptie
                   sound
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   recompence
                   the
                   glosse
                   of
                   gold
                   and
                   ground
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   honour
                   doth
                   nought
                   but
                   a
                   name
                   afford
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Lordship
                   then
                   is
                   bette●
                   then
                   a
                   Lord.
                
                 
                   
                     "
                     Nobilitie
                  
                   this
                   priuiledge
                   doth
                   bring
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   It
                   makes
                   the
                   owner
                   something
                   like
                   a
                   king
                   ;
                
                 
                   "
                   Exempting
                   him
                   from
                   penall
                   lawes
                   ,
                   which
                   crack
                
                 
                   "
                   With
                   heauy
                   pressure
                   the
                   poore
                   Commons
                   back
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   (
                   Sir
                   )
                   I
                   speake
                   t'
                   excite
                   your
                   royall
                   power
                
                 
                   To
                   rescue
                   Noble
                   Sanquir
                   ,
                   who
                   this
                   houre
                
                 
                   Is
                   by
                   the
                   too-strick't
                   vnrespectiu●
                   lawes
                
                 
                   Condemn'd
                   to
                   die
                   a
                   villa
                   ines
                   d●ath
                   .
                   The
                   cause
                
                 
                   And
                   quarrell
                   this
                   .
                   The
                   Barron
                   chanc'd
                   to
                   play
                
                 
                   With
                   a
                   rude
                   Fencer
                   ;
                   where
                   both
                   did
                   bewray
                
                 
                   Their
                   best
                   ability
                   at
                   Rapier
                   foyles
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   ●encer
                   to
                   vphold
                   his
                   credit
                   toyles
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   wanteth
                   skill
                   ;
                   which
                   makes
                   his
                   hate
                   arise
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   an
                   enuious
                   thrust
                   at
                   Sanquirs
                   eyes
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   wicked
                   and
                   inchant●d
                   foyle
                   depriu●s
                
                 
                   An
                   eye
                   of
                   sight
                   ;
                   worth
                   many
                   Fencers
                   liues
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   suffering
                   Lord
                   forbeares
                   to
                   kill
                   him
                   then
                
                 
                   But
                   being
                   after
                   scorn'de
                   by
                   watermen
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fidlers
                   ,
                   and
                   such
                   base
                   instruments
                   of
                   hell
                
                 
                   For
                   this
                   foule
                   blemish
                   ,
                   his
                   great
                   heart
                   did
                   swell
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   (
                   full
                   of
                   noble
                   courage
                   )
                   loth
                   to
                   do
                
                 
                   So
                   blacke
                   a
                   de●de
                   himselfe
                   he
                   puts
                   it
                   to
                
                 
                   His
                   mans
                   performance
                   ,
                   who
                   obaide
                   too
                   soone
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Repentan●e
                     came
                  
                   before
                   the
                   deede
                   was
                   done
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   equall
                   lawes
                   to
                   equalls
                   doth
                   appoint
                
                 
                   An
                   eye
                   should
                   haue
                   an
                   eye
                   ,
                   ioynt
                   answere
                   ioynt
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   where
                   suc●●ddes
                   of
                   persons
                   be
                   ,
                   I
                   ghesse
                
                 
                   An
                   eye
                   should
                   haue
                   a
                   life
                   to
                   boote
                   ,
                   no
                   lesse
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   not
                   on
                   this
                   or
                   that
                   doth
                   Sanquir
                   stand
                   ;
                
                 
                   His
                   death
                   ,
                   his
                   life
                   ,
                   his
                   doome
                   is
                   in
                   your
                   hand
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   doth
                   confesse
                   the
                   foulnesse
                   of
                   his
                   guilt
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   sorrowes
                   for
                   the
                   blood
                   that
                   he
                   hath
                   spilt
                   .
                
                 
                   Your
                   mercy
                   (
                   royall
                   Sir
                   )
                   he
                   doth
                   implore
                
                 
                   For
                   this
                   rash
                   act
                   ,
                   who
                   neuer
                   beg'd
                   before
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Scarce
                   had
                   he
                   don●
                   ,
                   and
                   e're
                   the
                   king
                   could
                   speake
                   ,
                
                 
                   An
                   other
                   thus
                   begins
                   .
                   If
                   you
                   should
                   wreake
                
                 
                   Each
                   English
                   peasants
                   life
                   with
                   bloud
                   so
                   hie
                
                 
                   As
                   noble
                   Sanquir
                   is
                   ,
                   No
                   memorie
                
                 
                   Of
                   your
                   faire
                   traine
                   ,
                   of
                   Natiue
                   Scots
                   ,
                   should
                   stand
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   let
                   times
                   know
                   the
                   glory
                   of
                   that
                   land
                   .
                
                 
                   Souldiers
                   must
                   doffe
                   their
                   armes
                   ,
                   and
                   gowns
                   put
                   on
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   villaines
                   so
                   foule
                   may
                   passe
                   vpon
                
                 
                   Lords
                   vnreueng'de
                   ;
                   or
                   if
                   those
                   antique
                   names
                   ,
                
                 
                   Those
                   honors
                   ,
                   trophees
                   ,
                   and
                   eternall
                   fames
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   got
                   by
                   killing
                   many
                   Englishmen
                   ,
                
                 
                   Be
                   for
                   the
                   death
                   of
                   one
                   ,
                   thus
                   lost
                   agen
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   thus
                   to
                   quench
                   the
                   fewde
                   you
                   pleased
                   are
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   thereby
                   quench
                   the
                   heart
                   of
                   lawfull
                   warre
                   .
                
                 
                   Remember
                   what
                   a
                   souldier
                   he
                   hath
                   bin
                   ;
                
                 
                   How
                   easly
                   might
                   forget
                   it
                   was
                   a
                   sinne
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   thinke
                   he
                   did
                   but
                   chastice
                   one
                   of
                   those
                
                 
                   Who'gainst
                   his
                   Leader
                   muteni'de
                   ,
                   and
                   rose
                   .
                
                 
                   Many
                   of
                   th'
                   English
                   haue
                   been
                   pardoned
                
                 
                   For
                   treasons
                   capitall
                   .
                   Some
                   honored
                
                 
                   For
                   their
                   knee-seruice
                   ,
                   and
                   no
                   other
                   merit
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   (
                   Sir
                   )
                   let
                   vs
                   who
                   lineally
                   inherit
                
                 
                 
                   Allegeance
                   ,
                   worth
                   ,
                   and
                   honours
                   ;
                   sometime
                   finde
                
                 
                   You
                   left
                   not
                   all
                   your
                   Scottish
                   blood
                   behinde
                   :
                
                 
                   Nor
                   meane
                   to
                   leaue
                   vs
                   in
                   the
                   hands
                   of
                   ●hose
                
                 
                   Who
                   kill
                   with
                   law
                   more
                   friends
                   ,
                   then
                   fewdes
                   kil
                   foes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thus
                   ended
                   he
                   ;
                   And
                   then
                   as
                   in
                   a
                   Queere
                
                 
                   Of
                   solemne
                   singers
                   ,
                   one
                   shall
                   euer
                   heare●
                
                 
                   After
                   the
                   Trebles
                   hath
                   the
                   Antheme
                   sung
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   And
                   their
                   diuisions
                   with
                   shrill
                   vtterance
                   ●ung
                   )
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   Base
                   ,
                   the
                   Tenor
                   ,
                   Counter-tenor
                   sweet
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   Howboyes
                   ,
                   Cornets
                   ,
                   Trumpets
                   ,
                   Organs
                   meet
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   ioyne
                   their
                   hye-stretcht
                   notes
                   ,
                   that
                   all
                   the
                   ring
                
                 
                   Seemes
                   Eccho-like
                   ,
                   their
                   sonnets
                   to
                   resing
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   did
                   the
                   graue
                   and
                   gallant
                   troope
                   ,
                   which
                   stood
                
                 
                   About
                   the
                   King
                   (
                   like
                   a
                   dew-dropping
                   wood
                   )
                
                 
                   Conuey
                   their
                   powres
                   to
                   make
                   this
                   consort
                   full
                
                 
                   And
                   cryed
                   ;
                   Be
                   stil'd
                   
                     King
                     ●ames
                     the
                     mercifull
                  
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   (
                   if
                   to
                   satisfie
                   the
                   course
                   of
                   law
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   stop
                   Opinions
                   wide-gull
                   swallowing
                   iaw
                   )
                
                 
                   Life
                   must
                   haue
                   life
                   ,
                   take
                   Carlis●e
                   ,
                   one
                   for
                   one
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   one
                   to
                   boote
                   too
                   ;
                   so
                   this
                   Lord
                   be
                   none
                   .
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   (
                   as
                   if
                   all
                   aymes
                   would
                   this
                   aduance
                   )
                
                 
                   Comes
                   from
                   the
                   Regent
                   and
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   France
                   ,
                
                 
                   Letters
                   ,
                   intreating
                   for
                   their
                   Pensioners
                   life
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   last
                   ,
                   as
                   if
                   the
                   difference
                   of
                   a
                   wife
                
                 
                   Should
                   from
                   this
                   fact
                   take
                   characters
                   ,
                   to
                   know
                
                 
                   A
                   true
                   good
                   wife
                   ,
                   from
                   a
                   good
                   wife
                   in
                   show
                   :
                
                 
                   Comes
                   his
                   forsaken
                   Lady
                   all
                   in
                   blacke
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   W●ose
                   youth
                   from
                   him
                   did
                   due
                   beneuolence
                   lacke
                   )
                
                 
                   Weeping
                   ,
                   intreating
                   ,
                   for
                   her
                   lost
                   Lords
                   sinne
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   like
                   fullomes
                   that
                   run
                   euer
                   in
                
                 
                   A
                   baile
                   of
                   Gossips
                   (
                   some
                   true
                   beggars
                   borne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Pittying
                   this
                   Lord
                   more
                   then
                   the
                   Lord
                   of
                   Lorne
                   )
                
                 
                 
                   Beg
                   his
                   remission
                   with
                   obstreperous
                   voice
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   mongst
                   the
                   rest
                   ,
                   she
                   that
                   made
                   lowdest
                   noise
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   Turners
                   Widdow
                   ,
                   whose
                   shrill
                   throat
                   did
                   yell
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   she
                   was
                   satisfied
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   was
                   well
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   king
                   abhord
                   it
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   vpright
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Beholding
                   these
                   assaults
                   on
                   euery
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   Made
                   it
                   his
                   glory
                   to
                   be
                   onely
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   from
                   his
                   crowne
                   to
                   wipe
                   those
                   staines
                   of
                   blood
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   he
                   replies●
                   "
                   The
                   crowne
                   for
                   Iustice
                   sake
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Heau'n
                   plac'd
                   vpon
                   our
                   head
                   ;
                   which
                   none
                   can
                   shake
                
                 
                   "
                   Or
                   touch
                   ,
                   till
                   with
                   vniustice
                   we
                   make
                   way
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   (
                   for
                   respect
                   )
                   that
                   strict
                   rule
                   disobay
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   God
                   is
                   our
                   Guard
                   of
                   proofe
                   ,
                   that
                   we
                   may
                   be
                
                 
                   "
                   A
                   guard
                   to
                   you
                   vnpartiall
                   ,
                   iust
                   ,
                   and
                   free
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   this
                   stands
                   firme
                   ;
                   If
                   one
                   hand
                   goes
                   about
                
                 
                   "
                   To
                   signe
                   a
                   croock't
                   line
                   ,
                   th'
                   other
                   blurs
                   it
                   out
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   O
                   magnanimitie
                   ,
                   aboue
                   a
                   Man
                   !
                
                 
                   O
                   Iustice
                   more
                   confirm'd
                   then
                   that
                   which
                   wan
                
                 
                   Zeleuchus
                   so
                   much
                   fame
                   !
                   Corrupt
                   with
                   gold
                
                 
                   
                     States
                     ,
                     Cour●iers
                     ,
                     Law
                  
                   ,
                   or
                   Wi●es
                   that
                   will
                   be
                   sold
                   .
                
                 
                   Peruert
                   with
                   passion
                   euery
                   solid
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Moue
                   Stoickes
                   ,
                   or
                   melt
                   marble
                   with
                   thy
                   Art
                   ,
                
                 
                   Iustice
                   sits
                   still
                   vntouch'd
                   ,
                   with
                   kingly
                   care
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   pardoning
                   till
                   true
                   mercy
                   bids
                   him
                   spare
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   not
                   striking
                   ,
                   though
                   the
                   life
                   he
                   giues
                   ,
                
                 
                   Repines
                   ,
                   and
                   enuies
                   that
                   the
                   giuer
                   liues
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Deni'de
                   they
                   vanish
                   ,
                   as
                   the
                   cloudes
                   disperse
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   the
                   hot-shining
                   Sunne
                   lookes
                   red
                   and
                   fierce
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   law
                   proceeds
                   ;
                   the
                   Actors
                   suffer
                   first
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   death
                   too-good
                   ,
                   too-bad
                   ;
                   the
                   best
                   the
                   worst
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Author
                   then
                   submits
                   him
                   to
                   his
                   doome
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     And
                     dies
                     a
                  
                   Catholike
                   ;
                   That
                   's
                   a
                   man
                   of
                   Rome●
                
                 
                 
                   
                   O
                   Rome
                   !
                   Liues
                   yet
                   that
                   Wolfe
                   which
                   was
                   thy
                   Nurse
                
                 
                   When
                   (
                   growing
                   great
                   )
                   thou
                   grewst
                   the
                   whole
                   worlds
                   curse
                   ?
                
                 
                   May
                   none
                   yet
                   leap
                   thy
                   wals
                   ,
                   or
                   leaue
                   thy
                   Sea
                
                 
                   Vnslayne
                   ,
                   though
                   he
                   a
                   King
                   and
                   brother
                   be
                   ?
                
                 
                   Retain'st
                   thou
                   yet
                   that
                   sauage
                   kinde
                   ,
                   to
                   pray
                
                 
                   On
                   the
                   distressed
                   flocke
                   which
                   shuns
                   thy
                   way
                   ?
                
                 
                   Do
                   all
                   that
                   sucke
                   thy
                   brests
                   ,
                   for
                   milke
                   sucke
                   blood
                   ?
                
                 
                   Dare
                   not
                   that
                   spring
                   from
                   thee
                   die
                   well
                   ,
                   doe
                   good
                   ?
                
                 
                   Must
                   Gibbets
                   onely
                   rocke
                   them
                   to
                   their
                   rest
                   ?
                
                 
                   Doe
                   they
                   desire
                   that
                   death
                   ?
                   become
                   they't
                   best
                   ?
                
                 
                   Must
                   
                     Traytors
                     ,
                     Murtherers
                  
                   ,
                   only
                   be
                   thy
                   Saints
                   ?
                
                 
                   Weare
                   none
                   white
                   robes
                   but
                   such
                   as
                   scarlet
                   paints
                   ?
                
                 
                   Else
                   why
                   doe
                   all
                   euill
                   men
                   so
                   soone
                   drinke
                   vp
                
                 
                   The
                   deadly
                   lees
                   of
                   thy
                   inchaunted
                   cup
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   why
                   doe
                   fooles
                   so
                   credit
                   what
                   Rome
                   sayth
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   for
                   they
                   easely
                   learne
                   implicit
                   faith
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   If
                   Rome
                   keep
                   heauens
                   keyes
                   ,
                   (
                   as'tis
                   out
                   of
                   doubt
                   )
                   ,
                
                 
                   None
                   dare
                   barre
                   Lambert
                   ,
                   or
                   Lord
                   Sanquir
                   out
                   :
                
                 
                   Nor
                   neede
                   they
                   feare
                   ,
                   where
                   Iesuits
                   haue
                   to
                   doe
                   ,
                
                 
                   Garnet
                   shall
                   be
                   a
                   Saint
                   ,
                   and
                   ●udas
                   too
                   :
                
                 
                   Their
                   writings
                   and
                   examples
                   murther
                   teach
                   ;
                
                 
                   They
                   'l
                   not
                   condemne
                   the
                   doctrine
                   which
                   they
                   preach
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   makes
                   our
                   desperate
                   
                     Ru●●ins
                     ,
                     Romanes
                  
                   dye
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   our
                   crack'd
                   Virgins
                   seeke
                   a
                   Nunnery
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Iustice
                   rise
                   Lyon-like
                   out
                   of
                   thy
                   sleepe
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Westerne
                   Wolues
                   worry
                   the
                   ●rish
                   sheepe
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   here
                   at
                   home
                   thy
                   borders
                   swarme
                   with
                   those
                
                 
                   Who
                   doe
                   imitate
                   ,
                   breed
                   ,
                   beget
                   thee
                   foes
                   .
                
                 
                   
                   The
                   t
                   scar
                   thou
                   thinkst
                   to
                   close
                   ,
                   these
                   make
                   more
                   wide
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   True
                   faith
                   vnites
                   ,
                   but
                   their
                   faith
                   doth
                   deuide
                   .
                
                 
                   
                   The
                   Grimes
                   are
                   banish'd
                   ,
                   but
                   worse
                   Foxes
                   earth
                
                 
                   In
                   those
                   vast
                   places
                   ,
                   through
                   the
                   Gospels
                   dearth
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   Hu●our
                   that
                   feeds
                   these
                   ,
                   affects
                   the
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   doth
                   dilate
                   it selfe
                   through
                   euery
                   part
                
                 
                   By
                   secret
                   influence
                   ,
                   though
                   it
                   closely
                   lurkes
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Causes
                   are
                   best
                   discouered
                   by
                   their
                   workes
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   Examples
                   though
                   they
                   doe
                   no
                   other
                   ill
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Rebell
                   against
                   the
                   Lawes
                   in
                   being
                   still
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   They
                   count'nance
                   giue
                   to
                   error
                   ,
                   and
                   curbe
                   in
                
                 
                   "
                   Bold
                   reprehension
                   ,
                   making
                   truth
                   a
                   sinne
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   Who
                   hides
                   his
                   question'd
                   faith
                   he
                   ought
                   reueale
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Will
                   vtter
                   what
                   perhaps
                   he
                   should
                   conceale
                   .
                
                 
                   Hunt
                   out
                   these
                   Foxes
                   then
                   ;
                   it
                   is
                   a
                   sport
                
                 
                   Fitting
                   a
                   King
                   ,
                   a
                   Councell
                   ,
                   and
                   a
                   Court.
                
                 
                   Vse
                   Hounds
                   that
                   lie
                   not
                   ,
                   or
                   flie
                   out
                   ;
                   for
                   such
                
                 
                   Spend
                   freely
                   ,
                   sweetly
                   ,
                   but
                   thee
                   ground
                   ne're
                   touch
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   please
                   the
                   eare
                   and
                   eye
                   ,
                   but
                   neuer
                   minde
                
                 
                   To
                   kill
                   the
                   Game
                   .
                   Those
                   Cubs
                   are
                   of
                   their
                   kinde
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   stay
                   ,
                   take
                   off
                   ,
                   we
                   ryot
                   :
                   leaue
                   the
                   sent
                   :
                
                 
                   "
                   Plaine
                   Truth
                   cannot
                   be
                   slaine
                   ,
                   but
                   may
                   be
                   shent
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Aquignispicium
               .
            
             
               
                 DEDICATED
                 TO
                 THE
                 FREE
                 and
                 bountifull
                 House-keeper
                 ,
                 
                   Sr.
                   Le-strange
                   Mordant
                
                 ,
                 Knight
                 Baronet
                 .
              
               
                 
                   THou
                   that
                   are
                   almost
                   onely
                   left
                   to
                   tell
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wherein
                   our
                   ancient
                   Gentry
                   did
                   excell
                   ,
                
                 
                   These
                   vpstart
                   plants
                   ,
                   be
                   still
                   thy selfe
                   ,
                   till
                   we
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   shame
                   reforme
                   our
                   liues
                   ,
                   and
                   wax
                   like
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   plaine
                   ,
                   free
                   ,
                   vpright
                   ,
                   honest
                   ,
                   open
                   ,
                   iust
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   sure
                   first
                   die
                   ,
                   and
                   rise
                   againe
                   we
                   must
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Aquignispicium
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     A
                     CAPITE
                     ,
                     VSQUE
                     AD
                     CALCEM
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   State
                   is
                   cast
                   ;
                   God
                   doth
                   behold
                
                 
                   Eyes
                   blinde
                   ,
                   eares
                   deafe
                   ,
                   tongues
                   dumbe
                   with
                   cold
                   .
                
                 
                   Dayes
                   care
                   to
                   get
                   ,
                   gets
                   nightly
                   cares
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   memorie
                   foyles
                   ,
                   and
                   iudgment
                   marrs
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   faint
                   hearts
                   (
                   slowly
                   beating
                   )
                   tells
                
                 
                   Dull
                   spirits
                   in
                   the
                   slacke
                   ner●e
                   dwells
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Liuer
                   boyles
                   with
                   l●stfull
                   blood
                   ,
                
                 
                   Weake
                   stomacke
                   brookes
                   no
                   meat
                   that
                   's
                   good
                   .
                
                 
                   Loose
                   palsie
                   makes
                   the
                   hands
                   to
                   tr●mble
                   ,
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   for
                   loue
                   shake
                   ,
                   they
                   dissemble
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   gowty
                   knees
                   doe
                   stifly
                   bend
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   feete
                   walke
                   flow
                   to
                   all
                   good
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Doctor
                   saith
                   ;
                   Repent
                   ,
                   fast
                   ,
                   pray
                   ,
                
                 
                   Die
                   ,
                   or
                   this
                   diet
                   take
                   we
                   may
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   GOd
                   bends
                   his
                   bowe
                   but
                   shoots
                   not
                   ;
                   see
                   ,
                   it
                   stands
                   
                
                 
                   As
                   if
                   the
                   stiffe
                   string
                   were
                   in
                   Mans
                   owne
                   hands
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   For
                   God
                   first
                   plac'd
                   it
                   so
                   ,
                   that
                   Man
                   might
                   know
                
                 
                   How
                   prone
                   to
                   peace
                   he
                   is
                   ,
                   to
                   warre
                   how
                   slow
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   couenant
                   which
                   he
                   made
                   with
                   Noah
                   ,
                   he
                   keeps
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Mercy
                   euer
                   wakes
                   ,
                   his
                   Iustice
                   sleeps
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   though
                   our
                   sins
                   a
                   second
                   Deluge
                   craues
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hee
                   'l
                   drench
                   the
                   world
                   no
                   more
                   in
                   those
                   salt
                   waues
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   What
                   hurt
                   frō
                   heauē
                   fals
                   ,
                   first
                   frō
                   th'
                   earth
                   proceeds●
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   Mans
                   misfortune
                   ,
                   springs
                   from
                   mans
                   misdeeds●
                
                 
                   Misdeeds
                   that
                   from
                   our selues
                   ,
                   friends
                   ,
                   country
                   come
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   where
                   they
                   should
                   on
                   all
                   ,
                   light
                   but
                   on
                   some
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   snow
                   ,
                   haile
                   ,
                   raine
                   ,
                   are
                   by
                   the
                   Suns
                   pure
                   beames
                
                 
                   Exhalde
                   from
                   standing
                   Marishes
                   ,
                   whose
                   streames
                
                 
                   Infect
                   the
                   ayre
                   with
                   foggy
                   mists
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                
                 
                   Are
                   botteld
                   vp
                   in
                   clouds
                   for
                   sinfull
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   for
                   Mans
                   good
                   ,
                   in
                   season
                   they
                   distill
                
                 
                   Or
                   out
                   of
                   season
                   ,
                   to
                   amend
                   the
                   ill
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   plagues
                   we
                   feele
                   fall
                   at
                   the
                   head
                   and
                   foot
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   shafts
                   gainst
                   God
                   our
                   hands
                   first
                   vpward
                   shoot
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Presumptuous
                   sins
                   in
                   Country
                   and
                   at
                   Court
                   ,
                
                 
                   Creatnesse
                   ,
                   and
                   Grace
                   ,
                   and
                   Fauour
                   do
                   support
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Pulpit
                   flatters
                   ;
                   Iustice
                   sits
                   and
                   smiles
                   ,
                
                 
                   Making
                   a
                   gainefull
                   skill
                   ,
                   of
                   lingring
                   wiles
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   Who
                   hath
                   great
                   friends
                   liues
                   free
                   ,
                   &
                   wanteth
                   faults
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   But
                   without
                   friends
                   the
                   vpright
                   innocent
                   haults
                   .
                
                 
                   Vice
                   now
                   prouides
                   vs
                   rayment
                   ,
                   meat
                   and
                   drinke
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   how
                   't
                   increas't
                   not
                   how
                   to
                   curb't
                   we
                   thinke
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Old
                   men
                   waxe
                   impudent
                   ,
                   lasciuious
                   ,
                   wilde
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   fits
                   them
                   best
                   ,
                   which
                   scarce
                   becomes
                   a
                   childe
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Young
                   men
                   are
                   stubborne
                   ,
                   disobedient
                   ,
                   stout
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   rule
                   ,
                   and
                   teach
                   ,
                   euen
                   from
                   the
                   swathing
                   clout
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   all
                   things
                   know
                   and
                   can
                   but
                   (
                   what
                   they
                   ought
                   )
                
                 
                   Themselues
                   and
                   vertue
                   .
                   These
                   they
                   neuer
                   sought
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                 
                   
                     Fashions
                     from
                  
                   Spaine
                   ,
                   France
                   ,
                   Germanie
                   ,
                   and
                   Rome
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Turkie
                   too
                   ,
                   wi●h
                   their
                   Religions
                   come
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   they
                   are
                   suited
                   faire
                   from
                   top
                   to
                   toe
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   each
                   new
                   suite
                   in
                   a
                   new
                   faith
                   they
                   goe
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Matrons
                   that
                   are
                   not
                   dead
                   nor
                   yet
                   aliue
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   betwixt
                   both
                   ,
                   in
                   some
                   part
                   vegetiue
                   ,
                
                 
                   Crown
                   their
                   smooth
                   scalps
                   with
                   haire
                   ,
                   〈◊〉
                   now
                   makes
                
                 
                   A
                   second
                   Mistres
                   ready
                   for
                   the
                   graue
                
                 
                   Young
                   Maids
                   (
                   that
                   goe
                   for
                   such
                   )
                   are
                   Mothers
                   known
                   b●aue
                
                 
                   And
                   such
                   as
                   should
                   be
                   none
                   ,
                   are
                   Virgins
                   showne
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   modesty
                   where
                   dwelst
                   thou
                   ?
                   Womanhood
                
                 
                   Is
                   scarce
                   by
                   our
                   high
                   English
                   vnder
                   stood
                
                 
                   Vice
                   growes
                   so
                   common
                   ,
                   tha●
                   it
                   is
                   far
                   more
                
                 
                   Opprobrious
                   ,
                   to
                   be
                   chaste
                   ,
                   then
                   be
                   a
                   whore
                   .
                
                 
                   All
                   things
                   are
                   out
                   of
                   order
                   .
                   Lawes
                   are
                   made
                
                 
                   Strong
                   meanes
                   not
                   to
                   defend
                   ,
                   but
                   to
                   invade
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   why
                   should
                   we
                   limit
                   the
                   sea
                   ,
                   or
                   fire
                
                 
                   Within
                   their
                   bounds
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   our
                   owne
                   desire
                   ?
                
                 
                   Southward
                   th'
                   Armado
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   fleetes
                   of
                   Spaine
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Oft
                   beat●n
                   )
                   s●eme
                   to
                   threaten
                   vs
                   againe
                   .
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   East
                   and
                   West
                   the
                   Seas
                   would
                   meet
                   we
                   see
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   (
                   O
                   wonder
                   !
                   )
                   Northward
                   blest
                   we
                   bee
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   want
                   of
                   water
                   was
                   the
                   cause
                   before
                
                 
                   Those
                   huge
                   built
                   hulkes
                   ,
                   could
                   not
                   approch
                   our
                   sho●e
                   ,
                
                 
                   VVho
                   came
                   resolu'de
                   of
                   conquest
                   :
                   and
                   did
                   stand
                
                 
                   As
                   if
                   they
                   ment
                   to
                   beare
                   away
                   our
                   land
                   .
                
                 
                   Poore
                   I
                   le
                   so
                   small
                   thou
                   wert
                   ,
                   and
                   they
                   so
                   great
                
                 
                   Too
                   scant
                   a
                   sea
                   for
                   them
                   that
                   was
                   thy
                   seat
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   had
                   they
                   staide
                   till
                   now
                   ,
                   now
                   might
                   they
                   ride
                
                 
                   On
                   the
                   swolne
                   waues
                   at
                   ease
                   in
                   all
                   their
                   pride
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Andinto
                   euery
                   heauen
                   their
                   bold
                   Ships
                   steere
                   ,
                
                 
                   As
                   if
                   no
                   sands
                   ,
                   barres
                   ,
                   shallowes
                   ,
                   had
                   bin
                   there
                   .
                
                 
                   We
                   know
                   whens'ere
                   they
                   come
                   ,
                   God
                   can
                   prouide
                
                 
                   Such
                   seas
                   ,
                   so
                   high
                   ,
                   so
                   vncontrold
                   a
                   tide
                   ,
                
                 
                   Able
                   without
                   their
                   Enuie
                   ,
                   or
                   their
                   ayde
                
                 
                   To
                   bury
                   vs
                   ;
                   for
                   see
                   how
                   he
                   hath
                   layde
                
                 
                   Our
                   workes
                   all
                   leuell
                   ;
                   draines
                   ,
                   dikes
                   ,
                   sluces
                   ,
                   bankes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Fields
                   ,
                   pastures
                   ,
                   gardens
                   ,
                   mannors
                   ,
                   farmes
                   ,
                   and
                   frank●
                
                 
                   With
                   man
                   their
                   owner
                   ,
                   and
                   what
                   Man
                   doth
                   feed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Are
                   buried
                   with
                   a
                   sea
                   of
                   teares
                   indeed
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Nouember
                   did
                   we
                   scape
                   thy
                   fift
                   day
                   thus
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   euery
                   day
                   thou
                   should'st
                   be
                   ominous
                   ?
                
                 
                   Doe
                   we
                   so
                   soone
                   forget
                   ●he
                   sixt
                   day
                   last
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   worst
                   of
                   all
                   daies
                   to
                   our
                   Iland
                   past
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   thus
                   we
                   should
                   so
                   oft
                   remembred
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   what
                   strange
                   thraldom
                   ,
                   we
                   were
                   once
                   set
                   free
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   do
                   the
                   waters
                   thus
                   breake
                   in
                   ,
                   to
                   show
                
                 
                   How
                   humorous
                   and
                   irregular
                   vices
                   flow
                   ?
                
                 
                   How
                   Sai●●-like
                   Sacriledge
                   doth
                   impropriate
                   ?
                
                 
                   And
                   calme
                   Oppression
                   swallowes
                   Church
                   and
                   State
                   ?
                
                 
                   How
                   close
                   Hypocrisie
                   bends
                   his
                   courtly
                   knee
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   (
                   wanting
                   all
                   faith
                   )
                   would
                   haue
                   all
                   faith
                   's
                   free
                   ?
                
                 
                   How
                   holy
                   Hymen●
                   sacreds
                   band
                   are
                   broken
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   torch
                   extinguish'd
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   rites
                   fore-spoken
                   ?
                
                 
                   How
                   Gotish
                   lusts
                   needs
                   all
                   those
                   waues
                   to
                   slake
                
                 
                   His
                   scorching
                   flames
                   ,
                   hot
                   as
                   th'
                   infernall
                   lake
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   is
                   't
                   for
                   all
                   these
                   crimes
                   ,
                   and
                   more
                   vntold
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   faithfull
                   Sea
                   ,
                   which
                   wont
                   our
                   Ile
                   to
                   hold
                
                 
                   In
                   his
                   moist
                   armes
                   ,
                   from
                   strange
                   a●●aults
                   secure
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hath
                   chang'd
                   his
                   loue
                   to
                   this
                   sad
                   ouerture
                   ?
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   (
                   for
                   our
                   sinnes
                   )
                   learnes
                   vs
                   to
                   fast
                   and
                   pray
                   .
                
                 
                   Bringing
                   in
                   fish
                   ,
                   sweeping
                   our
                   flesh
                   away
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   That
                   land
                   which
                   Goshen-like
                   )
                   did
                   flow
                   whil-ere
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   With
                   all
                   that
                   Man
                   desires
                   or
                   life
                   holds
                   deere
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   that
                   no
                   spot
                   in
                   all
                   this
                   Iles
                   large
                   field
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   sythe
                   more
                   hay
                   ,
                   sickle
                   more
                   corne
                   did
                   yield
                   :
                
                 
                   Where
                   sweetnes
                   was
                   the
                   sawce
                   ,
                   and
                   fatnes
                   fed
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whil'st
                   Dearth
                   ,
                   and
                   Famine
                   from
                   the
                   confines
                   fled
                   :
                
                 
                   Where
                   the
                   stiffe-vdder'd
                   Cow
                   long'd
                   twice
                   a
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   meet
                   the
                   merry
                   milke-maide
                   on
                   the
                   way
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   missing
                   her
                   by
                   chance
                   ,
                   wrot
                   on
                   the
                   ground
                
                 
                   With
                   milke-white
                   letters
                   where
                   she
                   would
                   be
                   found
                   ,
                
                 
                   Now
                   prostrate
                   lyes
                   ;
                   the
                   goodly
                   beauty
                   foil'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   welth
                   wash'd
                   thence
                   ,
                   the
                   gards
                   &
                   trēches
                   spoil'd
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   what
                   assurance
                   haue
                   we
                   then
                   in
                   clay
                
                 
                   Which
                   (
                   if
                   not
                   Lawyers
                   )
                   Seas
                   thus
                   eat
                   away
                   ?
                
                 
                   Build
                   farre
                   from
                   waters
                   ,
                   that
                   secures
                   thy
                   feare
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   lesse
                   thy
                   profit
                   be
                   ,
                   safe
                   dwelling
                   there
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   O
                   no
                   ;
                   what
                   's
                   that
                   I
                   see
                   ?
                   a
                   raging
                   flame
                   
                
                 
                   ●ounts
                   vp
                   in
                   yonder
                   plaine
                   ,
                   and
                   none
                   can
                   tame
                
                 
                   His
                   hot
                   misgouern'd
                   furie
                   .
                   Water
                   heere
                
                 
                   Some
                   cry
                   ,
                   but
                   no
                   such
                   element
                   is
                   neere
                   .
                
                 
                   Like
                   a
                   mad-Dog
                   that
                   through
                   the
                   thronged
                   streets
                
                 
                   Ranging
                   with
                   rage
                   snatcheth
                   at
                   all
                   he
                   meets
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   that
                   bitten
                   are
                   ,
                   as
                   mad
                   as
                   he
                   ,
                
                 
                   Runne
                   raging
                   too
                   ,
                   that
                   few
                   or
                   none
                   scape
                   free
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   cry
                   is
                   vp
                   ,
                   and
                   euery
                   man
                   stands
                   arm'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   do
                   he
                   knowes
                   not
                   what
                   till
                   he
                   be
                   harm'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   to
                   saue
                   himselfe
                   neglects
                   the
                   rest
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   madly
                   mischiefe
                   does
                   when
                   he
                   meanes
                   best
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Or
                   as
                   a
                   towne
                   of
                   strength
                   ,
                   at
                   dead
                   of
                   night
                   ,
                
                 
                   Surpriz'd
                   (
                   by
                   sodaine
                   stratagem
                   or
                   slight
                   ,
                   )
                
                 
                   The
                   people
                   (
                   with
                   the
                   allarum
                   bell
                   awak'd
                   )
                
                 
                   Run
                   out
                   to
                   see
                   what
                   newes
                   amaz'd
                   and
                   nak'd
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   meeting
                   death
                   abroad
                   ,
                   for
                   life
                   run
                   home
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   finde
                   their
                   houses
                   s●ck'd
                   before
                   they
                   come
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   turning
                   backe
                   againe
                   they
                   know
                   not
                   whither
                   ,
                
                 
                   Flocke
                   all
                   on
                   heaps
                   and
                   dye
                   like
                   freinds
                   together
                   :
                
                 
                   So
                   far'de
                   it
                   there
                   ;
                   the
                   fire
                   flew
                   vp
                   and
                   downe
                
                 
                   Snatching
                   at
                   euery
                   house
                   within
                   the
                   towne
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   whilst
                   one
                   thought
                   his
                   neighbors
                   house
                   to
                   saue●
                
                 
                   He
                   sees
                   his
                   owne
                   doth
                   instant
                   succour
                   craue
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Here
                   stands
                   an
                   Al●house
                   tosting
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Hostis
                
                 
                   Swearing
                   her
                   false-s●or'de
                   tally
                   burn'd
                   or
                   lost
                   is
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   T●pster
                   (
                   wanting
                   water
                   )
                   plies
                   with
                   ale
                
                 
                   The
                   thirstie
                   fire
                   which
                   drinks
                   both
                   new
                   and
                   stale
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   by
                   that
                   oyly-liquor
                   is
                   not
                   quenched
                
                 
                   But
                   rather
                   Drunkard-like
                   )
                   inrag'd
                   ,
                   incensed
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Host
                   (
                   instead
                   of
                   pailes
                   )
                   fils
                   pots
                   and
                   sweares
                
                 
                   H●e'le
                   vse
                   no
                   penny-pots
                   that
                   wants
                   their
                   eares
                   .
                
                 
                   Wisheth
                   his
                   Iuggs
                   were
                   bigger
                   ,
                   he
                   would
                   fill
                   them
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   (
                   but
                   in
                   vaine
                   )
                   on
                   the
                   wilde
                   fire
                   doth
                   spill
                   them
                   .
                
                 
                   Here
                   stares
                   an
                   Ostler
                   whil'st
                   the
                   flame
                   makes
                   c●asure●
                
                 
                   On
                   his
                   small
                   bottles
                   and
                   his
                   ostry
                   measure
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   here
                   a
                   Chamberlaine
                   giues
                   quicke
                   attendance
                
                 
                   To
                   saue
                   his
                   pretty
                   faggots
                   with
                   a
                   vengeance
                   .
                
                 
                   Those
                   pretty
                   faggots
                   which
                   fire-hot
                   being
                   eat
                
                 
                   In
                   a
                   cold
                   morning
                   ,
                   scarce
                   would
                   make
                   one
                   sweat
                   .
                
                 
                   Here
                   runs
                   a
                   rauening
                   Vsurer
                   dog-like
                   tyred
                
                 
                   Betwixt
                   his
                   owne
                   house
                   and
                   the
                   mort-gagde
                   fired
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Here
                   flames
                   a
                   barne
                   of
                   some
                   ingrossing
                   Farmer
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   here
                   the
                   study
                   burnes
                   of
                   some
                   false
                   Termer
                   .
                
                 
                   Here
                   stands
                   a
                   kennell
                   ,
                   there
                   a
                   rack
                   and
                   manger
                
                 
                   For
                   running
                   horses
                   ,
                   but
                   both
                   stay
                   the
                   danger
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Baude
                   houles
                   here
                   ,
                   and
                   here
                   a
                   ●east
                   of
                   whores
                
                 
                   Burnde
                   oft
                   within
                   ,
                   are
                   now
                   burnde
                   out
                   of
                   dores
                   .
                
                 
                   Heere
                   's
                   a
                   Tobacco
                   shop
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   the
                   Celler
                
                 
                   Th'
                   
                     Indian
                     Deuil
                  
                   ,
                   our
                   baud
                   ,
                   witch
                   ,
                   whore
                   ,
                   man-queller
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   spirit
                   waster
                   ,
                   and
                   that
                   Liuer
                   heater
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   t'humor
                   radicall
                   that
                   greedy
                   eater
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   breath
                   corrupter
                   ,
                   and
                   quick-eye-sight
                   spoyler
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   wit
                   confounder
                   ,
                   and
                   strong
                   Memorie
                   foyler
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   pickpurse
                   ,
                   theefe
                   ,
                   time●cheater
                   ,
                   connycatcher
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   alehouse
                   haunter
                   ,
                   and
                   fell
                   mischiefe
                   hatcher
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   all
                   compounded
                   euill
                   of
                   euery
                   Nation●
                
                 
                   Too
                   bad
                   (
                   almost
                   )
                   for
                   th'
                   English
                   imitation●
                
                 
                   Tobacco
                   by
                   the
                   fire
                   was
                   there
                   caroused
                
                 
                   With
                   large
                   pettounes
                   ,
                   in
                   pisse
                   perfum'd
                   and
                   soused
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thus
                   what
                   full
                   many
                   thrifty
                   yeeres
                   erected
                   ,
                
                 
                   One
                   prodigall
                   flame
                   hath
                   wasted
                   and
                   dei●cted
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   (
                   behold
                   )
                   the
                   prouder
                   Chimnies
                   stand
                
                 
                   As
                   heires
                   left
                   well●
                   who
                   wasted
                   haue
                   their
                   land
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   whom
                   the
                   common
                   people
                   vse
                   to
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   pitty
                   proper
                   men
                   should
                   thus
                   decay
                   ;
                
                 
                   Yet
                   none
                   releeues
                   them
                   ,
                   or
                   build
                   vp
                   their
                   state
                
                 
                   To
                   such
                   an
                   eminent
                   fortune
                   as
                   of
                   late
                   .
                
                 
                   Mongst
                   these
                   one
                   Chimney
                   stands
                   ,
                   where
                   passers
                   by
                
                 
                   May
                   reade
                   this
                   sentence
                   with
                   a
                   running
                   eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●othing
                   is
                   so
                   close
                   carried
                   or
                   concealde
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●hich
                   shall
                   not
                   be
                   in
                   his
                   due
                   timere●eal'd
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Whether
                   by
                   chance
                   or
                   by
                   diuine
                   decree
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   For
                   so
                   all
                   humane
                   actions
                   ordr'ed
                   bee
                   )
                
                 
                   This
                   object
                   stands
                   ;
                   that
                   all
                   may
                   make
                   good
                   vse
                
                 
                   Of
                   what
                   they
                   see
                   ,
                   or
                   quit
                   them
                   from
                   excuse
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   not
                   d●termine
                   .
                   L●t
                   it
                   bee
                   my
                   folly
                
                 
                   Rather
                   than
                   bee
                   profane
                   ,
                   to
                   bee
                   too
                   holy
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   H●
                   t●at
                   once
                   drown'd
                   the
                   world
                   ,
                   can
                   if
                   he
                   please
                   ,
                
                 
                   Drowne
                   part
                   or
                   the
                   whole
                   world
                   againe
                   with
                   ease
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   since
                   his
                   word
                   is
                   past
                   ,
                   though
                   we
                   abound
                
                 
                   With
                   that
                   which
                   caus'd
                   the
                   former
                   world
                   be
                   drown'd
                
                 
                   Hee
                   'le
                   keep
                   his
                   promise
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Sea
                   restraine
                
                 
                   From
                   ouer
                   flowing
                   sinfull
                   slesh
                   againe
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   is
                   it
                   in
                   his
                   power
                   the
                   whole
                   t'mmerse
                
                 
                   In
                   variable
                   woes
                   ;
                   plagues
                   to
                   disperse
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   most
                   frequent
                   stre●tes
                   ,
                   most
                   fragrant
                   fields
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   th'
                   ayre
                   may
                   breath
                   out
                   death
                   ,
                   ●helth
                   now
                   yields
                
                 
                   Or
                   thin
                   cheek'd
                   〈◊〉
                   (
                   though
                   a
                   stranger
                   borne
                   )
                
                 
                   Who
                   now
                   to
                   know
                   on
                   Fridayes
                   th'
                   English
                   scorn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   of
                   all
                   forrainers
                   is
                   worst
                   in●reated
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   fashion
                   left
                   ,
                   himselfe
                   in
                   prison
                   seated
                   ,
                
                 
                   May
                   be
                   familiar
                   with
                   our
                   countreymen
                
                 
                   (
                   Like
                   a
                   post●
                   Natus
                   ,
                   or
                   free
                   Denizen
                   )
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   without
                   an
                   act
                   ,
                   if
                   God
                   thinke
                   good
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   a●l
                   the
                   Peeres
                   and
                   Commons
                   it
                   withstood
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Fire
                   ,
                   aire
                   ,
                   earth
                   ,
                   water
                   ,
                   all
                   are
                   his
                   :
                   he
                   can
                
                 
                   With
                   or
                   without
                   these
                   ,
                   saue
                   or
                   punish
                   Man.
                
                 
                   No
                   place
                   is
                   free
                   from
                   him
                   ,
                   no
                   thing
                   is
                   hid
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   knowes
                   what
                   
                     Fauk●s
                     ,
                     Persi●
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   Cate
                
                 
                   Vnder
                   the
                   ground
                   ;
                   and
                   what
                   new
                   plots
                   doe
                   come
                   bie
                   did
                
                 
                   From
                   hell
                   ,
                   or
                   from
                   hels
                   Councel-chamber
                   
                     (
                     Rome
                     )
                  
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   this
                   ,
                   (
                   and
                   all
                   els
                   )
                   his
                   blest
                   hand
                   reueales
                
                 
                   To
                   his
                   elect
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   deliuerance
                   seales
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Attend
                   his
                   pleasure
                   then
                   ;
                   first
                   we
                   shall
                   see
                
                 
                   Rome
                   burne
                   ,
                   and
                   all
                   with
                   Rome
                   that
                   lynked
                   bee
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   the
                   whole
                   world
                   ;
                   and
                   that
                   fire
                   shall
                   disclose
                
                 
                   Each
                   truth
                   ,
                   each
                   falshood
                   ,
                   and
                   each
                   cause
                   of
                   those
                   .
                
                 
                   Till
                   then
                   ,
                   these
                   waters
                   doe
                   but
                   wash
                   the
                   slime
                
                 
                   Of
                   Babel
                   from
                   this
                   too
                   indifferent
                   time
                   .
                
                 
                   These
                   petty
                   fires
                   ,
                   kindle
                   our
                   loue
                   and
                   zeale
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Halfe-dead
                   )
                   to
                   King
                   ,
                   the
                   Church
                   ,
                   &
                   cōmon-weale
                   ,
                
                 
                   Affliction
                   profits
                   .
                   Strike
                   vs
                   (
                   Lord
                   )
                   in
                   loue
                   ;
                
                 
                   Let
                   thy
                   milde
                   hand
                   each
                   way
                   our
                   firme
                   faith
                   proue
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   not
                   Babel
                   triumph
                   in
                   our
                   fall
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   any
                   that
                   on
                   Baal
                   ,
                   or
                   Dag●n
                   call
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               ANTIDOTVM
               CECILLIANVM
               .
            
             
               
                 DEDICATED
                 To
                 the
                 Common-wealth
                 .
              
               
                 
                   DEsert
                   hath
                   no
                   true
                   follower
                   after
                   death
                
                 
                   But
                   En●y
                   ;
                   others
                   flatter
                   with
                   their
                   breath
                   .
                
                 
                   Jn
                   vaine
                   I
                   sought
                   particular
                   Patrons
                   ;
                   they
                
                 
                   When
                   life
                   left
                   greatnesse
                   ,
                   ran
                   with
                   life
                   away
                   .
                
                 
                   Blood
                   ,
                   kindred
                   ,
                   friends
                   ,
                   forsooke
                   him
                   ;
                   so
                   't
                   was
                   ●it
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   might
                   haue
                   doubted
                   else
                   his
                   worth
                   and
                   wit.
                
                 
                   Their
                   compasse
                   was
                   too
                   narrow
                   to
                   ●ield
                   shade
                
                 
                   To
                   him
                   that
                   both
                   their
                   rootes
                   and
                   fortu●es
                   made
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   gentle
                   England
                   ,
                   since
                   he
                   quiet
                   gaue
                
                 
                   To
                   thee
                   by
                   his
                   cares
                   ,
                   giue
                   his
                   corps
                   a
                   graue
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   since
                   his
                   wisdome
                   did
                   renowne
                   thy
                   name
                   ,
                
                 
                   Be
                   thou
                   a
                   Sanctuary
                   to
                   his
                   fame
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   since
                   he
                   gaue
                   for
                   thee
                   his
                   life
                   and
                   health
                   ,
                
                 
                   Giue
                   him
                   protection
                   ,
                   thankefull
                   Common
                   wealth
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 TO
                 THE
                 HONOVR
                 of
                 the
                 illustrious
                 Familie
                 of
                 the
                 CECILLS
                 ,
                 deseruing
                 of
                 this
                 Commmon-wealth
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Romane
                 wreaths
                 of
                 triumph
                 :
                 The
                 memorable
                 Pyramids
                 of
                 Egypt
                 :
                 And
                 all
                 other
                 Trophes
                 of
                 Eternitie
                 .
              
               
                 AS
                 by
                 one
                 mouer
                 ,
                 motion
                 ,
                 doth
                 commence
                 ,
              
               
                 Euen
                 from
                 the
                 Center
                 ,
                 to
                 circumference
                 :
              
               
                 So
                 from
                 one
                 good
                 Man
                 ,
                 many
                 may
                 arise
                 ,
              
               
                 Like-good
                 ,
                 like-apt
                 ,
                 like-faithfull
                 ,
                 and
                 like-wise
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 now
                 is
                 verified
                 ;
                 The
                 Cecills
                 are
              
               
                 Statesmen
                 in
                 time
                 of
                 p●ace
                 ,
                 Souldiers
                 in
                 warre
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Epicedium
                 .
              
               
                 
                   What
                   needs
                   ,
                   thy
                   Monument
                   be
                   rais'd
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   needs
                   ,
                   the
                   Muses
                   singthy
                   worth
                   ?
                
                 
                   What
                   needs
                   ,
                   thy
                   memory
                   be
                   prais'd
                   ?
                
                 
                   Or
                   what
                   needs
                   Art
                   ,
                   thy
                   fame
                   set
                   forth
                   ?
                
                 
                   Let
                   Art
                   ,
                   time
                   ,
                   gold
                   ,
                   the
                   Muse
                   ,
                   and
                   Men
                   ,
                
                 
                   Guild
                   falshood
                   ,
                   folly
                   ,
                   ignorance
                   :
                
                 
                   Let
                   them
                   conspire
                   gainst
                   thee
                   ;
                   and
                   then
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   more
                   they
                   shall
                   thy
                   worth
                   aduance
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   worke
                   ,
                   write
                   ,
                   raile
                   ,
                   or
                   praise
                   to
                   please
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   But
                   Truth
                   giues
                   vertue
                   ,
                   life
                   ,
                   not
                   these
                   .
                
              
               
            
             
               
               
                 Antidotum
                 Cecillianum
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     THESAVRVS
                     INTVS
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   Darius
                   on
                   a
                   Graue
                   .
                   stone
                   found
                
                 
                   This
                   Epitaph
                   :
                   Who
                   digs
                   this
                   ground
                
                 
                   Shall
                   treasure
                   finde
                   .
                   The
                   greedy
                   King
                
                 
                   Dig'd
                   there
                   ,
                   but
                   found
                   another
                   thing
                   .
                
                 
                   Within
                   was
                   written
                   ;
                   Had'st
                   not
                   been
                
                 
                   A
                   beastly-minded
                   man
                   ,
                   I
                   ween
                
                 
                   The
                   harm●lesse
                   bones
                   of
                   the
                   deceast
                
                 
                   Had
                   in
                   their
                   quiet
                   tombes
                   tane
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   rips
                   the
                   coffins
                   of
                   the
                   dead
                   ,
                
                 
                   Finds
                   same
                   and
                   honour
                   thence
                   are
                   f●ed
                
                 
                   With
                   life
                   ,
                   the
                   Subiect
                   of
                   their
                   Ire
                   ;
                
                 
                   Stench
                   onely
                   stayes
                   to
                   pay
                   their
                   hire
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     "
                     Worth
                  
                   hath
                   his
                   Epicedium
                   sung
                
                 
                   "
                   By
                   enuies
                   shrill
                   and
                   slandrous
                   tongue
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   WHen
                   this
                   rich
                   soule
                   of
                   thine
                   (
                   now
                   s●inted
                   )
                   kept
                
                 
                   Her
                   State
                   on
                   earth
                   ,
                   my
                   humble
                   Mu●●
                   nere
                   stept
                
                 
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   that
                   sweete
                   content
                   wherein
                   shee
                   dwelt
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   sing
                   thy
                   worth
                   ,
                   th'
                   eff●cts
                   wher●
                   of
                   we
                   felt
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   since
                   death
                   hath
                   freedome
                   giuen
                   to
                   thee
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   see
                   thy
                   scorne
                   made
                   others
                   flatterie
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   each
                   mouse
                   on
                   the
                   dead
                   Lyon
                   leaps
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   euery
                   riming
                   ●en
                   ,
                   forg'd
                   matter
                   heaps
                
                 
                   On
                   thy
                   bright
                   frame
                   ,
                   casting
                   their
                   owne
                   base
                   durt
                
                 
                   Vpon
                   thy
                   honour'd
                   hearse
                   ,
                   (
                   minding
                   more
                   hurt
                
                 
                   To
                   thee
                   then
                   
                     `
                     Death
                  
                   or
                   He●●
                   can
                   doe
                   )
                   I
                   may
                
                 
                   And
                   must
                   be
                   bold
                   (
                   or
                   sinne
                   )
                   this
                   truth
                   to
                   say
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Each
                   euidence
                   thy
                   foes
                   bring
                   ,
                   speakes
                   thy
                   praise
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   what
                   can
                   more
                   thy
                   fame
                   and
                   glory
                   raise
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   to
                   be
                   rail'd
                   on
                   by
                   the
                   worst
                   of
                   men●
                
                 
                   Such
                   as
                   like
                   out-lawes
                   liue
                   ,
                   not
                   in
                   the
                   ken
                
                 
                   Of
                   Iustice
                   ,
                   or
                   communitie
                   ?
                   Base
                   slaues
                
                 
                   Whose
                   crimes
                   &
                   sins
                   make
                   their
                   own
                   nest
                   their
                   graus
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   T'
                   was
                   meet
                   thy
                   vertues
                   eminent
                   and
                   hie
                
                 
                   Should
                   not
                   vn-en●ied
                   liue
                   ,
                   vnslandred
                   dye
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   then
                   we
                   might
                   haue
                   fear'd
                   thou
                   had●st
                   not
                   been
                
                 
                   So
                   absolute
                   a
                   man
                   ;
                   now
                   it
                   is
                   seen
                
                 
                   Euen
                   by
                   those
                   many
                   shadowes
                   Enu●
                   throwes
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   thy
                   worth
                   was
                   substantiall
                   ,
                   and
                   not
                   showes
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   De●rac●ion●s
                   ●s
                   perplext
                   ,
                   aud
                   f●ies
                   about
                
                 
                   Ouer
                   a
                   world
                   of
                   Acts
                   to
                   single
                   out
                
                 
                   Some
                   one
                   or
                   two
                   in
                   thy
                   whole
                   life
                   to
                   scan
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   proue
                   by
                   the
                   (
                   what
                   Death
                   did
                   )
                   thou
                   wer't
                   man
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   s●eing
                   that
                   past
                   credit
                   ,
                   she
                   descends
                
                 
                   To
                   view
                   thy
                   body
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   venom
                   spends
                
                 
                   Not
                   again●t
                   it
                   but
                   nature
                   ,
                   which
                   did
                   shroud
                
                 
                   So
                   great
                   a
                   sunne
                   vnder
                   so
                   small
                   a
                   cloud
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   we
                   that
                   plainly
                   see
                   men
                   sildome
                   rise
                
                 
                   Though
                   they
                   be
                   learn'd
                   ,
                   iudicious
                   ,
                   daring
                   wise
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Except
                   the
                   body
                   somewhat
                   ●uites
                   the
                   minde
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   good
                   cloathes
                   sute
                   the
                   body
                   too
                   ;
                   are
                   blinde
                
                 
                   And
                   mad
                   with
                   enuie
                   if
                   we
                   yeeld
                   not
                   thee
                
                 
                   ●orth
                   aboue
                   thought
                   ,
                   who
                   to
                   that
                   high
                   degree
                
                 
                   Rose
                   through
                   the
                   eminent
                   parts
                   of
                   thy
                   blest
                   soule
                   ,
                
                 
                   Aboue
                   contempt
                   ,
                   disgrace
                   ,
                   scorne
                   or
                   controule
                   .
                
                 
                   Nature
                   did
                   recompence
                   thy
                   want
                   of
                   clay
                
                 
                   With
                   heauenly
                   fire
                   ;
                   thy
                   body
                   could
                   not
                   stay
                
                 
                   Thy
                   acti●e
                   soule
                   heere
                   longer
                   ,
                   t'
                   was
                   too
                   light
                
                 
                   A
                   clog
                   to
                   keepe
                   from
                   Hean●n
                   so
                   strong
                   a
                   spright
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Well
                   might
                   thy
                   body
                   be
                   a
                   soule
                   to
                   those
                
                 
                   Whose
                   more
                   grosse
                   earthen
                   soules
                   did
                   late
                   compose
                
                 
                   Blacke
                   libels
                   gainst
                   thy
                   fame
                   ,
                   and
                   rak'd
                   so
                   low
                
                 
                   Into
                   thy
                   purged
                   excrements
                   to
                   know
                
                 
                   What
                   foule
                   disease
                   durst
                   kill
                   thee
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   found
                
                 
                   Many
                   were
                   guilty
                   :
                   for
                   it
                   could
                   not
                   sound
                
                 
                   They
                   thought
                   like
                   truth
                   ,
                   that
                   one
                   disease
                   slue
                   thee
                
                 
                   When
                   they
                   hauing
                   all
                   yet
                   scape
                   to
                   Deddick
                   free
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   By
                   this
                   they
                   shew
                   that
                   whatsoe're
                   we
                   thinke
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   know
                   all
                   these
                   diseases
                   by
                   th'
                   instinck
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   are
                   familiar
                   with
                   them
                   and
                   of
                   kin
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   their
                   first
                   causes
                   of
                   being
                   deadly
                   sinne
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   of
                   the
                   elders
                   house
                   too
                   .
                   For
                   the
                   diuell
                
                 
                   (
                   Chiefe
                   libeller
                   formes
                   all
                   degrees
                   of
                   euill
                
                 
                   And
                   like
                   good
                   boies
                   of
                   his
                   ,
                   these
                   labour
                   too
                
                 
                   (
                   More
                   then
                   disease
                   ,
                   or
                   Death
                   ,
                   or
                   Hell
                   can
                   doe
                   )
                
                 
                   To
                   kill
                   the
                   soule
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   bely
                   a
                   fame
                
                 
                   Which
                   laughes
                   to
                   scorn
                   ,
                   all
                   scorn
                   ,
                   &
                   shames
                   all
                   shame
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   You
                   that
                   stand
                   next
                   the
                   helme
                   and
                   thinkey're
                   free
                
                 
                   From
                   their
                   sharpe
                   viperous
                   tongues
                   ,
                   it
                   cannot
                   be
                   ;
                
                 
                   If
                   death
                   comes
                   ,
                   these
                   Rauens
                   follow
                   ,
                   and
                   perchance
                
                 
                   (
                   Time
                   fauouring
                   their
                   desires
                   )
                   th'eile
                   leade
                   the
                   d●nce
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   raile
                   at
                   you
                   too
                   .
                   T
                   is
                   not
                   you
                   they
                   hate
                
                 
                   But
                   our
                   blest
                   King
                   ,
                   Religion
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   State.
                
                 
                   And
                   if
                   (
                   which
                   God
                   forefend
                   )
                   so
                   stood
                   the
                   time
                
                 
                   Y
                   'ould
                   see
                   they
                   could
                   do
                   worse
                   ,
                   then
                   they
                   can
                   rime
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Now
                   I
                   haue
                   throwne
                   my selfe
                   into
                   the
                   way
                
                 
                   To
                   meete
                   their
                   rage
                   ,
                   and
                   (
                   if
                   I
                   can
                   )
                   to
                   stay
                
                 
                   Their
                   dog-like
                   malice
                   rather
                   on
                   my
                   head
                
                 
                   Then
                   suffer
                   it
                   pollute
                   and
                   wrong
                   the
                   dead
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   they
                   alledge
                   I
                   giue
                   him
                   more
                   then
                   due
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   know
                   their
                   custome
                   ,
                   they
                   cannot
                   speake
                   true
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   if
                   they
                   say
                   I
                   gaue
                   him
                   lesse
                   ,
                   their
                   spite
                
                 
                   Shewes
                   neither
                   I
                   nor
                   they
                   can
                   do
                   him
                   right
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Antidotum
                 Cecillianum
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     OPPORTVNE
                     TIBI
                     IN
                     TEMPESTIVE
                     NOBIS
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Sunne
                   past
                   by
                   degrees
                   those
                   signes
                
                 
                   Which
                   to
                   his
                   sotherne
                   seate
                   inclines
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   in
                   Leo
                   sate
                   aloft
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   s●eating
                   labourer
                   bans
                   him
                   ost
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Shepheard
                   melts
                   ,
                   and
                   ore
                   the
                   Plaine
                
                 
                   His
                   new
                   shorne-sheepe
                   seeke
                   shades
                   in
                   vaine
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Marchant
                   ,
                   Sea
                   man
                   ,
                   euery
                   T●ade
                
                 
                   They
                   say
                   by
                   him
                   are
                   Banckrupt
                   made
                   .
                
                 
                   He
                   heares
                   it
                   and
                   (
                   at
                   height
                   of
                   noone
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hides
                   his
                   bright
                   beames
                   behinde
                   the
                   Moone
                   .
                
                 
                   They
                   sadly
                   know
                   that
                   d●th
                   presage
                
                 
                   Dearth
                   ,
                   death
                   ,
                   warre
                   ,
                   want
                   to
                   euery
                   age
                
                 
                   And
                   then
                   his
                   late
                   wisht
                   absence
                   mone
                   ;
                
                 
                   "
                   Fooles
                   wisemen
                   misse
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   are
                   gone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   SInce
                   it
                   s
                   decreed
                   in
                   heauen
                   ,
                   found
                   true
                   on
                   earth
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   all
                   things
                   haue
                   an
                   end
                   which
                   had
                   a
                   birth
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   That
                   no
                   estate
                   is
                   fixed
                   ,
                   nights
                   follow
                   noone
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ebs
                   second
                   floods
                   ,
                   change
                   fils
                   the
                   horned
                   Moone
                
                 
                   Which
                   wanes
                   againe
                   at
                   full
                   ,
                   and
                   shewes
                   the
                   glory
                
                 
                   Of
                   Earths
                   best
                   essence
                   to
                   be
                   transitory
                   :
                
                 
                   How
                   happy
                   is
                   that
                   Man
                   whose
                   fate
                   expires
                
                 
                   Before
                   declension
                   crowned
                   with
                   his
                   desires
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   hath
                   his
                   daies
                   by
                   vertuous
                   actions
                   told
                   ,
                
                 
                   Guessing
                   how
                   much
                   he
                   would
                   had
                   he
                   been
                   old
                   ,
                
                 
                   Since
                   yong
                   ,
                   his
                   noted
                   deeds
                   out-vied
                   his
                   daies
                
                 
                   And
                   he
                   lack't
                   not
                   true
                   worth
                   but
                   rather
                   praise
                   .
                
                 
                   Few
                   touch
                   this
                   point
                   ,
                   yet
                   hither
                   seeme
                   to
                   bend
                
                 
                   Preuenting
                   ruine
                   with
                   a
                   violent
                   end
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   Otho
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   
                     Persian
                     Monarch
                  
                   fell
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   this
                   steepe
                   way
                   precipitates
                   to
                   Hell
                
                 
                   Flattering
                   with
                   seeming
                   help
                   our
                   wretched
                   state
                
                 
                   Not
                   curing
                   woes
                   ,
                   but
                   making
                   desperate
                   .
                
                 
                   Our
                   way
                   is
                   holy
                   ,
                   white
                   ,
                   and
                   leades
                   to
                   blisse
                
                 
                   Not
                   by
                   oblique
                   attempts
                   .
                   For
                   nature
                   is
                
                 
                   Made
                   priuy
                   with
                   our
                   passage
                   ,
                   and
                   we
                   stay
                
                 
                   Till
                   she
                   leades
                   gently
                   on
                   ,
                   Grace
                   making
                   way
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Not
                   euery
                   common
                   President
                   can
                   fit
                
                 
                   This
                   golden
                   rule
                   ,
                   all
                   aime
                   ;
                   but
                   few
                   can
                   hit
                
                 
                   This
                   narrow
                   passage
                   which
                   more
                   fames
                   the
                   man
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   sayling
                   twise
                   through
                   fatall
                   Magelan
                   :
                
                 
                   Or
                   girding
                   all
                   the
                   earth
                   with
                   one
                   small
                   bote
                   ,
                
                 
                   Discouering
                   gold
                   ,
                   new
                   worlds
                   ,
                   things
                   of
                   rare
                   note
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   From
                   hence
                   the
                   ground
                   of
                   thy
                   great
                   praises
                   spring
                
                 
                   O
                   Cecill
                   lou'd
                   of
                   God
                   ,
                   good
                   men
                   ,
                   the
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   Borne
                   vp
                   not
                   by
                   stolne
                   imps
                   or
                   borrowed
                   plumes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   lets
                   them
                   fall
                   who
                   with
                   high
                   flight
                   presumes
                
                 
                   Neere
                   the
                   suns
                   scorching
                   beames
                   ;
                   thy
                   natiue
                   worth
                
                 
                   Vertue
                   ,
                   and
                   actiue
                   knowledge
                   ,
                   set
                   thee
                   forth
                
                 
                 
                   ●is
                   Kingdomes
                   Pilot
                   ,
                   where
                   no
                   storme
                   or
                   stresse
                
                 
                   ●ould
                   make
                   thee
                   lose
                   thy
                   compasse
                   or
                   expresse
                
                 
                   ●hew
                   of
                   doubt
                   ,
                   but
                   firmely
                   guide
                   our
                   state
                
                 
                   ●s
                   th'
                   adst
                   beene
                   ruler
                   both
                   of
                   chance
                   and
                   fate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   This
                   well
                   thy
                   Master
                   saw
                   ,
                   who
                   therefore
                   plac'd
                
                 
                   ●ee
                   next
                   himselfe
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   high
                   honors
                   grac'd
                
                 
                   ●y
                   great
                   deserts
                   :
                   more
                   could'st
                   thou
                   not
                   desire
                
                 
                   ●or
                   earth
                   afford
                   ,
                   yet
                   that
                   which
                   we
                   admire
                
                 
                   ●as
                   aboue
                   this
                   ,
                   euen
                   in
                   the
                   top
                   of
                   these
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●ing
                   neerer
                   heauen
                   thither
                   to
                   mount
                   with
                   ease
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●s
                   if
                   th'
                   adst●
                   tane
                   th'
                   aduantage
                   of
                   the
                   time
                
                 
                   ●n
                   Gre●tnesse
                   staires
                   ,
                   helpt
                   by
                   good
                   deeds
                   to
                   clime
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   O
                   happy
                   thou
                   ,
                   but
                   wretched
                   creatures
                   wee
                
                 
                   ●o
                   s●e
                   thy
                   flight
                   ,
                   and
                   yet
                   to
                   slander
                   thee
                   :
                
                 
                   ●o
                   f●ele
                   the
                   fruite
                   of
                   thy
                   life
                   wasting
                   care
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●hich
                   zealous
                   for
                   our
                   good
                   ,
                   no
                   time
                   would
                   spare
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●o
                   cherish
                   nature
                   ,
                   that
                   we
                   thus
                   being
                   free
                
                 
                   ●hould
                   onely
                   freedome
                   vse
                   to
                   raile
                   at
                   thee
                   .
                
                 
                   ●ur
                   idlenesse
                   proclaimes
                   thy
                   well
                   spent
                   time
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●ince
                   by
                   thy
                   meanes
                   we
                   leisure
                   haue
                   to
                   rime
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●hil'st
                   neighbour
                   States
                   are
                   acting
                   it
                   in
                   blood
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●hich
                   we
                   scarce
                   heare
                   of
                   ,
                   neuer
                   vnderstood
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   benefite
                   the
                   Sunne
                   gi●es
                   to
                   our
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   see
                   not
                   halfe
                   so
                   well
                   by
                   day
                   as
                   night
                   .
                
                 
                   Want
                   giues
                   a
                   grace
                   to
                   goodnesse
                   ,
                   when
                   th'
                   inioying
                
                 
                   ●onfounds
                   and
                   dazells
                   sense
                   like
                   honny
                   cloying
                   .
                
                 
                   ●ome
                   needes
                   no
                   target
                   till
                   the
                   sword
                   be
                   lost
                   :
                
                 
                   Whil'st
                   Nestor
                   wakes
                   ,
                   well
                   may
                   Thirsites
                   boast
                   .
                   
                
                 
                   ●ishers
                   and
                   expert
                   Masters
                   are
                   all
                   one
                
                 
                   ●n
                   calmes
                   and
                   deepes
                   ,
                   the
                   ship
                   there
                   goes
                   alone
                   .
                
                 
                   ●ut
                   when
                   the
                   winds
                   ,
                   seas
                   ,
                   rocks
                   ,
                   and
                   sands
                   do
                   fight
                   ,
                
                 
                   ●he
                   skilfull
                   Master
                   then
                   keepes
                   all
                   vpright
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   We
                   feare
                   no
                   stormes
                   the
                   Porpuses
                   do
                   play
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Dolphins
                   dance
                   ,
                   and
                   Prot●us
                   flocks
                   do
                   stray
                
                 
                   O're
                   Neptunes
                   watry
                   Kingdome
                   safe
                   and
                   free
                   ,
                
                 
                   None
                   casting
                   doubts
                   ,
                   or
                   fearing
                   what
                   may
                   be
                   .
                
                 
                   May
                   this
                   calme
                   last
                   perpetuall
                   ,
                   and
                   faith
                   then
                
                 
                   We
                   ne're
                   shall
                   need
                   thee
                   Cecil
                   nor
                   such
                   men
                   :
                
                 
                   Others
                   we
                   haue
                   to
                   fill
                   thy
                   roome
                   thou
                   gone
                   ,
                
                 
                   So
                   Aristippus
                   saith
                   ,
                   stone
                   sits
                   on
                   stone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   We
                   yet
                   are
                   senselesse
                   of
                   thy
                   losse
                   ,
                   and
                   find
                
                 
                   No
                   danger
                   in
                   't
                   .
                   Like
                   some
                   within
                   the
                   winde
                
                 
                   Of
                   a
                   great
                   shot
                   ,
                   whose
                   violent
                   thunder
                   driues
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   sense
                   into
                   distraction
                   ,
                   and
                   depriues
                
                 
                   The
                   eare
                   of
                   present
                   vse
                   :
                   so
                   did
                   report
                
                 
                   Of
                   thy
                   death
                   make
                   vs
                   mad
                   to
                   raile
                   and
                   sport
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   temporise
                   ,
                   lye
                   ,
                   flatter
                   ;
                   so
                   defaming
                
                 
                   Our selues
                   ,
                   state
                   ,
                   manners
                   ,
                   law
                   ,
                   religion
                   shaming
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   now
                   the
                   fit
                   being
                   past
                   ,
                   t
                   is
                   plaine
                   to
                   fense
                
                 
                   "
                   Though
                   man
                   for
                   beares
                   Heauen
                   pleads
                   for
                   innocenc●
                
                 
                   
                     "
                     Vertue
                  
                   o'recomes
                   by
                   sufferance
                   ,
                   and
                   good
                   deeds
                
                 
                   "
                   Are
                   fen●'d
                   by
                   Calum●y
                   ,
                   as
                   herbes
                   by
                   weeds
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Antidotum
                 Cecillianum
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     BACVLVM
                     TANTVM
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Cynicke
                   sicke
                   and
                   like
                   to
                   die
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   such
                   as
                   askt
                   where
                   he
                   would
                   lie
                   ,
                
                 
                   Made
                   answere
                   where
                   you
                   will
                   ;
                   the
                   field
                
                 
                   Is
                   large
                   ,
                   and
                   roome
                   enough
                   doth
                   yeeld
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   they
                   reply'de
                   ,
                   the
                   fields
                   are
                   wide
                   ;
                
                 
                   Rauenous
                   beasts
                   and
                   vermine
                   vilde
                
                 
                   Haunt
                   those
                   places
                   ;
                   Kites
                   and
                   Crowes
                
                 
                   Who
                   to
                   dead
                   men
                   no
                   mercy
                   showes
                   .
                
                 
                   True
                   (
                   quoth
                   he
                   )
                   but
                   if
                   you
                   please
                
                 
                   Lay
                   a
                   staffe
                   to
                   driue
                   hence
                   these
                   .
                
                 
                   T
                   is
                   only
                   man
                   I
                   feare
                   ali●e
                   ,
                
                 
                   From
                   my
                   graue
                   beasts
                   only
                   driue
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   Though
                   (
                   liuing
                   )
                   we
                   haue
                   staues
                   for
                   dogs
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Dead
                   w'
                   are
                   rooted
                   vp
                   by
                   hogs
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 EPITAPHIVM
                 .
              
               
                 
                   ROmes
                   poison
                   ,
                   Spaines
                   coplots
                   ,
                   the
                   French
                   designes
                
                 
                   Thy
                   skill
                   foresees
                   ,
                   discouers
                   ,
                   vndermines
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     D●g
                     like
                  
                   they
                   lick'd
                   the
                   dust
                   ,
                   crouch't
                   low
                   ,
                   and
                   faund
                
                 
                   When
                   (
                   liuing
                   )
                   thy
                   skil'd
                   power
                   did
                   ought
                   command
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   (
                   de●d
                   )
                   they
                   madly
                   rage
                   ,
                   grin
                   ,
                   some
                   for
                   spite
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   toothlesse
                   curres
                   will
                   bark
                   that
                   cannot
                   bite
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
               
               
                 TO
                 THE
                 RIGHT
                 WORTHY
                 ,
                 
                   Henry
                   Doile
                
                 ,
                 Esquire
                 .
              
               
                 
                   THe
                   folly
                   which
                   in
                   man
                   with
                   wit
                   is
                   fixt
                   ,
                
                 
                   Must
                   needes
                   haue
                   pleasant
                   things
                   with
                   wholesome
                   mixt
                   ;
                
                 
                   Else
                   Nature
                   loath
                   it
                   .
                   Homers
                   frogs
                   and
                   mise
                
                 
                   Instructs
                   
                     Achilles
                     :
                     Virgil
                  
                   is
                   not
                   nice
                
                 
                   Totue
                   an
                   Oten
                   pipe
                   .
                   These
                   toyes
                   I
                   send
                   :
                
                 
                   Accept
                   ;
                   to
                   please
                   ,
                   and
                   profit
                   is
                   my
                   end
                   .
                
              
               
                 Sic
                 paruis
                 componere
                 magna
                 solebam
                 .
                 Virgi
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SATYRA
                 AVLICA
                 .
              
               
                 
                   VVHo
                   (
                   weary
                   of
                   contentfull
                   Countries
                   rest
                   )
                
                 
                   Repaires
                   to
                   Court
                   ,
                   with
                   patience
                   had
                   best
                
                 
                   Fore●
                   arme
                   himselfe
                   ,
                   both
                   Fate
                   and
                   Fortune
                   proofe
                
                 
                   '
                   Gainst
                   all
                   assaults
                   ,
                   or
                   wisely
                   stand
                   aloofe
                   :
                
                 
                   For
                   plainnesse
                   is
                   despisde
                   ,
                   and
                   honestie
                
                 
                   Is
                   fellow
                   Shakerag
                   with
                   simplicitie
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   a
                   Scholler
                   ,
                   is
                   to
                   be
                   a
                   foole
                   :
                
                 
                   Rude
                   impudencie
                   is
                   the
                   Courtiers
                   Schoole
                   .
                
                 
                   Arts
                   are
                   but
                   Lackies
                   to
                   attend
                   and
                   waite
                
                 
                   On
                   Ignorance
                   ,
                   Apparance
                   ,
                   and
                   Deceite
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Canst
                   thou
                   seeme
                   wise
                   ?
                   Enough
                   .
                   This
                   followes
                   then
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   Vizards
                   haue
                   fairer
                   vizages
                   then
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   a
                   Souldier
                   is
                   to
                   be
                   a
                   slaue
                   ,
                
                 
                   Danger
                   abroad
                   ,
                   reproach
                   at
                   home
                   to
                   haue
                   .
                
                 
                   Deepe
                   furrow'd
                   wounds
                   fresh
                   bleeding
                   in
                   the
                   wars
                
                 
                   Findes
                   lesse
                   reliefe
                   and
                   pittie
                   then
                   the
                   scars
                
                 
                   Of
                   muskey
                   Courtiers
                   ,
                   when
                   their
                   smooth
                   slicke
                   skin
                   ,
                
                 
                   Is
                   bramble-scratched
                   with
                   a
                   Ladies
                   pinne
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   do
                   they
                   now
                   ,
                   (
                   as
                   er'st
                   they
                   did
                   )
                   delight
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   stubborne
                   Steedes
                   to
                   mannage
                   to
                   the
                   fight
                   ;
                
                 
                   To
                   tilt
                   and
                   turnay
                   with
                   strong
                   staues
                   of
                   oake
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   fight
                   at
                   barriars
                   with
                   a
                   Brandons
                   stroake
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   dance
                   in
                   compleat
                   armour
                   ,
                   (
                   but
                   alas
                   !
                   )
                
                 
                   To
                   tilt
                   ,
                   fight
                   ,
                   dance
                   and
                   turnay
                   with
                   a
                   lasse
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Schollership
                   they
                   vse
                   ,
                   is
                   to
                   discourse
                
                 
                   Of
                   my
                   Lords
                   bloud-hound
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   Honors
                   horse
                   :
                
                 
                   To
                   tell
                   how
                   well
                   the
                   one
                   pursued
                   the
                   chase
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   other
                   swiftly
                   ranne
                   a
                   lustie
                   race
                   .
                
                 
                   Or
                   if
                   more
                   high
                   their
                   heauy
                   wits
                   aspire
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   's
                   to
                   dispute
                   of
                   lust
                   ,
                   and
                   loose
                   desire
                   .
                
                 
                   Their
                   Soulderie
                   is
                   swaggering
                   in
                   the
                   Court
                   ,
                
                 
                   Where
                   none
                   may
                   strike
                   the
                   vrger
                   but
                   in
                   sport
                   :
                
                 
                   To
                   offer
                   strangers
                   ,
                   strange
                   and
                   foule
                   disgraces
                   ,
                
                 
                   Presuming
                   on
                   their
                   priuiledged
                   places
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   oft-times
                   is
                   repaide
                   them
                   ,
                   when
                   they
                   come
                
                 
                   Abroad
                   from
                   Court
                   ,
                   they
                   'r
                   w●lcom'd
                   like
                   Iack
                   drum
                
                 
                   Their
                   idle
                   houres
                   ,
                   (
                   I
                   meane
                   all
                   houres
                   beside
                
                 
                   Their
                   houres
                   to
                   eate
                   ,
                   to
                   drinke
                   ,
                   drab
                   ,
                   sleepe
                   and
                   ride●
                
                 
                   They
                   spend
                   at
                   shooue-boord
                   ,
                   or
                   at
                   penny
                   pricke
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   dice
                   ,
                   cards
                   ,
                   tennis
                   ;
                   or
                   they
                   will
                   not
                   sticke
                
                 
                   Rather
                   then
                   not
                   be
                   idle
                   ,
                   to
                   delay
                
                 
                   At
                   shittle-cocke
                   the
                   precious
                   time
                   away
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   O
                   slaues
                   !
                   regard
                   what
                   slander
                   doth
                   arise
                
                 
                   From
                   your
                   effeminate
                   slow
                   cowardise
                   .
                
                 
                   Haue
                   you
                   no
                   Soules
                   ?
                   no
                   pens
                   ?
                   no
                   swords
                   in
                   hand
                   ?
                
                 
                   Behold
                   where
                   cursed
                   Mahom●t
                   doth
                   stand
                   ,
                
                 
                   Triumphing
                   o're
                   the
                   Crosse
                   ;
                   he
                   Iew
                   beside
                
                 
                   And
                   Heathen
                   do
                   our
                   holy
                   faith
                   deride
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   shame
                   vnsheath
                   your
                   swords
                   ,
                   let
                   not
                   reproch
                
                 
                   You
                   sluggish
                   ease
                   is
                   forraine
                   kingdomes
                   broch
                   .
                
                 
                   Cast
                   painted
                   Puppets
                   from
                   your
                   yeelding
                   neckes
                
                 
                   And
                   scorne
                   to
                   stoope
                   when
                   the
                   stale
                   Strumpet
                   beckes
                   :
                
                 
                   Let
                   stallians
                   serue
                   to
                   squench
                   the
                   scorching
                   hea●e
                
                 
                   Of
                   such
                   as
                   marrow
                   ,
                   oysters
                   ,
                   Ringoes
                   ,
                   eate
                   .
                
                 
                   You
                   that
                   are
                   Scholers
                   ,
                   souldiers
                   ,
                   or
                   such
                   men
                
                 
                   Whose
                   soules
                   seeke
                   knowledge
                   ,
                   flee
                   this
                   shady
                   den
                
                 
                   Of
                   ignorance
                   ;
                   let
                   thither
                   none
                   resort
                
                 
                   But
                   Taylors
                   ,
                   Bauds
                   ,
                   Perfumers
                   ,
                   fooles
                   for
                   sport
                   ,
                
                 
                   Cookes
                   ,
                   Painters
                   ,
                   Barbers
                   ,
                   Fidlers
                   ;
                   these
                   may
                   hap
                
                 
                   To
                   sleepe
                   in
                   for●unes
                   net
                   ,
                   and
                   honors
                   lap
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   honors
                   lap
                   ?
                   auaunt
                   base
                   dunghell
                   groomes
                
                 
                   You
                   are
                   but
                   shadowes
                   :
                   honors
                   lo●ty
                   roomes
                
                 
                   Must
                   be
                   supplide
                   with
                   men
                   .
                   Though
                   
                     Isis
                     Asse
                  
                
                 
                   Thinke
                   men
                   adore
                   his
                   greatnesse
                   as
                   they
                   passe
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   Isis
                   knowes
                   t
                   is
                   false
                   ;
                   then
                   hence
                   be
                   gon
                
                 
                   And
                   let
                   desert
                   be
                   honored
                   alone
                   .
                
                 
                   For●une
                   vsurpe
                   no
                   more
                   ,
                   permit
                   not
                   fooles
                
                 
                   To
                   triumph
                   ouer
                   Souldiers
                   ,
                   Arts
                   ,
                   and
                   Schooles
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   not
                   the
                   wit
                   for
                   higher
                   actions
                   able
                   ,
                
                 
                   Attend
                   for
                   scraps
                   at
                   ●gnoramu●
                   table
                   .
                
                 
                   Faire
                   Cynthia
                   fill
                   thy
                   horne
                   ,
                   at
                   length
                   arise
                
                 
                   And
                   chase
                   these
                   blacke
                   clouds
                   from
                   our
                   troubled
                   skies
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               AN
               IRISH
               BANQVET
               ,
               OR
               THE
               Mayors
               feast
               of
               Youghall
               .
            
             
               
                 TAles
                 many
                 haue
                 been
                 told
                 by
                 men
                 of
                 yore
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 Of
                 Giants
                 ,
                 Dragons
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 halfe
                 a
                 score
              
               
                 Worthies
                 saue
                 one
                 ,
                 of
                 Castles
                 ,
                 kings
                 and
                 knights
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Ladies
                 loues
                 ,
                 of
                 Turnaies
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 sights
              
               
                 As
                 Mandeuile
                 ne're
                 saw
                 ;
                 yet
                 none
                 like
                 this
              
               
                 Which
                 my
                 Mu●e
                 howles
                 :
                 then
                 listen
                 what
                 it
                 is
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 a
                 Saturne
                 grew
                 old
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 gods
                 did
                 agree
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 b
                 Ioue
                 should
                 him
                 depriue
                 of
                 Soueraigntie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 become
                 chiefe
                 himselfe
                 .
                 A
                 solemne
                 day
              
               
                 Appointed
                 was
                 ,
                 when
                 all
                 the
                 c
                 Gods
                 most
                 gay
                 ,
              
               
                 Attired
                 in
                 mantles
                 faire
                 ,
                 and
                 truses
                 strange
                 ,
              
               
                 Came
                 to
                 behold
                 this
                 Lecher-like
                 lou'd
                 change
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 frie
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Gods
                 was
                 there
                 beside
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 each
                 his
                 bastard
                 had
                 ,
                 his
                 Whore
                 and
                 Bride
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 milk-white
                 path
                 which
                 to
                 ●oues
                 Pallace
                 leades
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 comely
                 order
                 all
                 this
                 rich
                 troope
                 treades
                 .
              
               
                 d
                 Ceres
                 threw
                 wheate
                 vpon
                 Ioues
                 face
                 most
                 daintie
                 ,
              
               
                 Presaging
                 and
                 forespeaking
                 future
                 plenty
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 well-instructed
                 swine
                 did
                 follow
                 after
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 the
                 whe●t
                 left
                 something
                 that
                 was
                 softer
                 ,
              
               
                 e
                 Ciuet
                 ,
                 like
                 Irish
                 sope
                 .
                 Sweete
                 naturde
                 beasts
                 ,
              
               
                 Fit
                 waiters
                 at
                 such
                 ciuill
                 solemne
                 feasts
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 length
                 the
                 traine
                 reach't
                 the
                 high
                 Hall
                 of
                 Ioue
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Gods
                 sat
                 downe
                 ,
                 the
                 f
                 Goddesses
                 then
                 stroue
              
               
                 For
                 place
                 and
                 state
                 :
                 but
                 
                 Iun●
                 most
                 demurely
                 ,
              
               
                 Plac'de
                 and
                 displac'de
                 that
                 day
                 ,
                 as
                 pleasde
                 her
                 surely
                 ,
              
               
               
                 The
                 tables
                 stood
                 full
                 crownde
                 with
                 dainty
                 dishes
                 ,
              
               
                 Enough
                 to
                 satisfie
                 the
                 idle
                 wishes
              
               
                 Of
                 longing
                 Wiues
                 ,
                 or
                 Maids
                 grown
                 green
                 and
                 sickly
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 eating
                 fruit
                 ,
                 and
                 doing
                 nothing
                 quickly
                 .
              
               
                 Huge
                 h
                 hands
                 of
                 butter
                 not
                 yet
                 fully
                 blue
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 quiuering
                 custards
                 of
                 a
                 doubtfull
                 hue
                 .
              
               
                 Stewde
                 prune
                 ,
                 and
                 bread
                 that
                 passeth
                 i
                 Malahane
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 honny
                 sweeter
                 farre
                 then
                 sugar
                 cane
                 .
              
               
                 Greene
                 apples
                 and
                 such
                 plenty
                 of
                 small
                 Nuts
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 there
                 with
                 safely
                 one
                 might
                 fill
                 his
                 guts
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 he
                 were
                 sure
                 the
                 Cookes
                 were
                 Irish
                 sluts
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 goblets
                 sweld
                 with
                 pride
                 ,
                 themselues
                 to
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 full
                 of
                 French
                 and
                 Spanish
                 wines
                 to
                 be
                 .
              
               
                 Nectar-like
                 Vsqua-bath
                 ,
                 or
                 Aqua-vitae
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 browne
                 Ale
                 growne
                 in
                 yeeres
                 and
                 strength
                 most
                 mighty
              
               
                 Was
                 there
                 as
                 a
                 k
                 Bonniclabbar
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 euery
                 guest
                 his
                 cleane
                 lickt
                 lips
                 might
                 slabbar
              
               
                 In
                 full
                 satiety
                 ,
                 till
                 they
                 were
                 crownde
              
               
                 With
                 Bacchus
                 wreathes●
                 and
                 in
                 still
                 slumber
                 drownde
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 fidling
                 l
                 Spheeres
                 made
                 musicke
                 all
                 the
                 while
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 riming
                 m
                 Bardes
                 braue
                 meeter
                 did
                 compile
              
               
                 To
                 grace
                 this
                 feast
                 :
                 when
                 n
                 Phoebus
                 standing
                 vp
              
               
                 Tooke
                 in
                 his
                 greasie
                 fist
                 a
                 greasier
                 cup
              
               
                 And
                 drunke
                 to
                 Daphnes
                 health
                 .
                 Bacchus
                 replide
              
               
                 And
                 straightway
                 quaft
                 another
                 to
                 the
                 bride
              
               
                 Of
                 Mulciber
                 .
                 This
                 health
                 past
                 all
                 along
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 Mars
                 his
                 feather
                 wagde
                 amongst
                 the
                 throng
              
               
                 Carowsing
                 Pallas
                 health
                 (
                 braue
                 wench
                 and
                 wise
                 )
              
               
                 Which
                 draught
                 cost
                 bonny
                 o
                 Cupid
                 both
                 his
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 Straining
                 to
                 pledge
                 it
                 .
                 Maias
                 sonne
                 stood
                 still
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 stilly
                 mark't
                 how
                 Ganimed
                 did
                 ●ill
              
               
                 The
                 seuerall
                 healths
                 ,
                 which
                 swiftly
                 past
                 around
              
               
               
                 Till
                 all
                 the
                 Gods
                 ,
                 and
                 Goddesses
                 had
                 bound
              
               
                 p
                 Their
                 browes
                 with
                 wreathes
                 of
                 Iuy
                 leaues
                 and
                 vines
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 each
                 his
                 forehead
                 to
                 his
                 knee
                 enclines
                 .
              
               
                 q
                 Apollo
                 then
                 slipt
                 thence
                 ,
                 and
                 being
                 halfe
                 drunke
              
               
                 His
                 burning
                 bonnet
                 doft
                 ,
                 and
                 slily
                 sunke
              
               
                 His
                 head
                 in
                 Thetis
                 lap
                 .
                 So
                 heauen
                 lost
                 light
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cheerefull
                 day
                 was
                 damp't
                 with
                 irksome
                 night
                 .
              
               
                 r
                 Ioue
                 yet
                 disposde
                 to
                 mirth
                 ,
                 bad
                 Iuno
                 spread
              
               
                 Her
                 Starry
                 mantle
                 or'e
                 the
                 worlds
                 blacke
                 head
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 ſ
                 she
                 inrag'de
                 with
                 plumpe
                 Lyeus
                 iuice
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 mad
                 with
                 iealousie
                 ,
                 without
                 excuse
              
               
                 Refusde
                 to
                 guild
                 the
                 then
                 vnspangled
                 skie
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 th'
                 eyes
                 of
                 Argus
                 her
                 cow-keeping
                 spie
                 .
              
               
                 t
                 And
                 aided
                 by
                 Necessitie
                 ,
                 and
                 Fate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 shrewder
                 Goddesses
                 ,
                 Ioues
                 state
              
               
                 She
                 durst
                 assume
                 ,
                 and
                 boldly
                 presse
                 as
                 ●arre
              
               
                 As
                 all
                 the
                 Gyants
                 in
                 their
                 ciuill
                 warre
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 first
                 bound
                 Ioue
                 ,
                 then
                 all
                 the
                 other
                 Gods
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 were
                 constrain'd
                 by
                 darknes
                 ,
                 drinke
                 ,
                 and
                 th'ods
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 conspiracie
                 ,
                 to
                 condescend
              
               
                 To
                 hard
                 conditions
                 for
                 a
                 quiet
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 u
                 Ioue
                 granted
                 ●uno
                 power
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 ayre
                 ,
              
               
                 Her
                 frowne
                 or
                 smile
                 makes
                 weather
                 fowle
                 or
                 faire
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 thunderbolts
                 and
                 lightning
                 she
                 may
                 take
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 her
                 tongue
                 the
                 worlds
                 firmes
                 axtree
                 shake●
              
               
                 From
                 hence
                 do
                 women
                 their
                 free
                 charter
                 hold
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 rule
                 gainst
                 reason
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 cry
                 and
                 scold
                 .
              
               
                 Proserpina
                 obtained
                 of
                 her
                 Pluto
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 such
                 should
                 only
                 speed
                 ,
                 who
                 she-saints
                 sue
                 to
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 affaires
                 of
                 man
                 in
                 state
                 or
                 purse
              
               
                 His
                 wife
                 should
                 sway
                 ,
                 or
                 women
                 that
                 are
                 worse
                 .
              
               
                 From
                 whence
                 this
                 custome
                 springs
                 in
                 towne
                 and
                 city
                 ,
              
               
               
                 The
                 wife
                 growes
                 rich
                 ,
                 the
                 bankerout
                 begs
                 for
                 pitty
                 .
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 go●
                 leaue
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 with
                 an
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
                 〈◊〉
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 no
                 sawcy
                 god
                 should
                 once
                 reproue
                 her
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 Mars
                 and
                 she
                 might
                 dally
                 ,
                 whil'st
                 
                   Don
                   Vulcan
                
              
               
                 Should
                 freely
                 to
                 their
                 pleasures
                 drinke
                 a
                 full
                 can
                 .
              
               
                 Fro
                 whence
                 this
                 vse
                 proceeds
                 ,
                 that
                 wiues
                 once
                 wātons
              
               
                 Wage
                 seruants
                 ,
                 as
                 the
                 French
                 the
                 Swizzers
                 Cantons
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 that
                 are
                 Statists
                 looke
                 vnto
                 this
                 geare
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 not
                 Tyrone
                 and
                 his
                 rash
                 striplings
                 feare
                 ;
              
               
                 Feare
                 not
                 Tirconnel
                 ,
                 nor
                 those
                 Galliglasses
              
               
                 That
                 cut
                 ,
                 and
                 hacke
                 ,
                 and
                 carue
                 men
                 as
                 it
                 passes
                 :
              
               
                 Feare
                 those
                 which
                 all
                 these
                 feare
                 ,
                 those
                 fathers
                 holy
              
               
                 Which
                 make
                 the
                 whole
                 world
                 their
                 sole
                 monopoly
                 :
              
               
                 That
                 crowne
                 &
                 vncrowne
                 Kings
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 they
                 please
                 ,
              
               
                 Play
                 fast
                 and
                 loose
                 like
                 Iuglers
                 with
                 slight
                 ease
                 ;
              
               
                 Dissolue
                 all
                 othes
                 ,
                 though
                 made
                 with
                 hand
                 and
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 pardon
                 all
                 sinnes
                 ,
                 x
                 yea
                 an
                 Irish
                 fart
                 .
              
               
                 Feare
                 these
                 ,
                 and
                 y
                 those
                 they
                 ioyne
                 with
                 ,
                 lest
                 too
                 late
              
               
                 We
                 finde
                 our
                 ●le
                 an
                 Amazonian
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 none
                 but
                 women
                 ,
                 Priests
                 and
                 Cocknies
                 keepe
              
               
                 As
                 close
                 as
                 young
                 z
                 Papiriu●
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 deepe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 none
                 but
                 these
                 state
                 mysteries
                 may
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 Lest
                 they
                 to
                 more
                 fooles
                 then
                 themselues
                 should
                 show
              
               
                 The
                 a
                 treasons
                 ,
                 stratagems
                 ,
                 and
                 b
                 golden
                 fables
              
               
                 Which
                 are
                 proiected
                 at
                 their
                 Councell
                 tables
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 this
                 aduice
                 be
                 good
                 ,
                 crie
                 ,
                 Ioue
                 be
                 thanked
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 that
                 short
                 grace
                 close
                 my
                 Irish
                 banquet
                 ,
              
            
          
           
             
             
               To
               all
               those
               
                 Knights
                 ,
                 Ladies
              
               ,
               and
               Gentlemen
               ,
               to
               whom
               my
               Dedications
               are
               made
               ,
               a
               true
               reason
               and
               excuse
               why
               I
               haue
               not
               placed
               them
               in
               their
               rankes
               and
               distances
               .
            
             
               
                 IF
                 any
                 of
                 you
                 now
                 be
                 discontented
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 haue
                 your
                 names
                 found
                 here
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 repented
              
               
                 On
                 my
                 part
                 too
                 :
                 for
                 I
                 would
                 no
                 man
                 wrong
              
               
                 Nor
                 honour
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 merit
                 in
                 my
                 song
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 here
                 yon
                 finde
                 your
                 vertues
                 be
                 not
                 proude
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 thinke
                 you
                 are
                 by
                 me
                 and
                 truth
                 allowde
              
               
                 To
                 weare
                 Fames
                 liuery
                 ,
                 which
                 if
                 y'abuse
                 ,
              
               
                 Shee
                 'l
                 soone
                 pull
                 off
                 againe
                 ;
                 and
                 as
                 you
                 vse
              
               
                 To
                 deale
                 with
                 your
                 euill
                 seruants
                 ,
                 put
                 ye
                 forth
              
               
                 Naked
                 of
                 honour
                 ,
                 if
                 you
                 be
                 of
                 worth
                 :
              
               
                 But
                 whilst
                 you
                 be
                 what
                 now
                 I
                 know
                 and
                 write
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 fames
                 guard
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 giue
                 you
                 your
                 right
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 not
                 in
                 place
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 my selfe
                 professe
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 no
                 Harold
                 ;
                 but
                 if
                 worthinesse
              
               
                 Had
                 as
                 much
                 power
                 ,
                 as
                 many
                 hath
                 ,
                 to
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 should
                 not
                 (
                 hauing
                 so
                 much
                 worth
                 )
                 want
                 place
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
             
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
             
             
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               ,
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               True
               Libertie
               .
               False
               Friendship
               .
               Power
               Vnited
               .
               Faction
               and
               Ambition
               .
            
             
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               THOMAS
               SCOT
               Gent.
               
            
             
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               of
               the
               Common-wealth
               the
               end
               of
               their
               studies
               and
               practise
               .
            
             
               
                 Though
                 you
                 (
                 perhaps
                 )
                 be
                 Clyentlesse
                 and
                 few
                 ,
              
               
                 Friendlesse
                 and
                 poore
                 ,
                 yet
                 't
                 is
                 to
                 you
                 I
                 sue
              
               
                 For
                 kinde
                 acceptance
                 .
                 You
                 alone
                 are
                 they
              
               
                 Who
                 by
                 example
                 guide
                 vs
                 in
                 our
                 way
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 looke
                 not
                 on
                 the
                 fee
                 ,
                 but
                 on
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 And
                 follow
                 truth
                 ,
                 as
                 truth
                 doth
                 lead
                 the
                 Lawes
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 rest
                 ,
                 with
                 vice
                 ,
                 and
                 wealths
                 ill-gotten
                 load
                 ,
              
               
                 Passe
                 on
                 to
                 death
                 ,
                 in
                 glories
                 beaten
                 road
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 TH'
                 inhabitants
                 of
                 the
                 I
                 le
                 of
                 Wight
                 did
                 bost
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 vermin
                 vs'd
                 to
                 harbour
                 in
                 their
                 coast
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 they
                 no
                 hooded
                 Monkes
                 ,
                 nor
                 Foxes
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 Law
                 *
                 Retriuers
                 who
                 make
                 fooles
                 run
                 mad
                 ,
              
               
               
                 With
                 their
                 strife-stirring
                 tongues
                 ;
                 but
                 liu'd
                 as
                 free
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 these
                 ,
                 as
                 by
                 them
                 others
                 combred
                 be
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 And
                 though
                 our
                 whole
                 land
                 cannot
                 boast
                 so
                 farre
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 we
                 from
                 all
                 such
                 vermin
                 quitted
                 are
                 :
              
               
                 Yet
                 happy
                 is
                 our
                 Ile
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 hemd
                 about
              
               
                 With
                 water-walles
                 ,
                 to
                 keepe
                 our
                 enemies
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 Whilst
                 we
                 (
                 as
                 Adam
                 did
                 )
                 in
                 Eden
                 dwell
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 scarce
                 of
                 famine
                 in
                 an
                 age
                 heare
                 tell
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 hils
                 are
                 clad
                 with
                 woods
                 ,
                 and
                 vales
                 with
                 corn
              
               
                 Whose
                 laden
                 eares
                 doe
                 listen
                 to
                 be
                 shorne
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 shephearde
                 neither
                 Lyon
                 doubt
                 ,
                 nor
                 Beare
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 rauening
                 Wolfe
                 which
                 sheep
                 &
                 shepheard
                 teare
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 each
                 in
                 safety
                 dwell
                 ,
                 and
                 sillie
                 sheepe
              
               
                 From
                 all
                 but
                 Man
                 ,
                 doe
                 one
                 the
                 other
                 keepe
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 happy
                 are
                 we
                 if
                 we
                 know
                 our
                 good
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 our
                 state
                 be
                 rightly
                 vnderstood
                 :
              
               
                 To
                 liue
                 thus
                 free
                 vnder
                 so
                 blest
                 a
                 King
                 ,
              
               
                 Iust
                 Magistrates
                 and
                 Cleargy-men
                 ,
                 that
                 sing
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 songs
                 of
                 Syon
                 in
                 the
                 holy
                 tongue
              
               
                 Conuerting
                 old
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 informing
                 yong
                 .
              
               
                 
                   No
                   spirit-tyrant
                
                 ,
                 Pope
                 ,
                 State
                 ,
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 Turke
                 .
              
               
                 Can
                 here
                 their
                 bloudy
                 ends
                 and
                 proiects
                 worke
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 each
                 in
                 safety
                 may
                 his
                 owne
                 possesse
                 ,
              
               
                 More
                 free
                 then
                 Kings
                 ,
                 because
                 our
                 cares
                 be
                 lesse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 most
                 vnhappy
                 are
                 those
                 neighbour
                 lands
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Peace
                 ,
                 and
                 Plenty
                 ,
                 as
                 two
                 strangers
                 stands
                 ;
              
               
                 Where
                 bloodie
                 war
                 ,
                 and
                 bloodlesse
                 famine
                 ride
              
               
                 Vpon
                 the
                 ruin'd
                 top
                 of
                 thanklesse
                 Pride
                 :
              
               
                 Where
                 Law
                 destroies
                 ,
                 Diuinity
                 deceiues
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 where
                 the
                 crowne
                 the
                 care
                 of
                 kingdome
                 leaues
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 men
                 eate
                 men
                 ,
                 as
                 beast
                 deuourd
                 by
                 beast
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 strong
                 the
                 weaker
                 kill
                 ,
                 the
                 great
                 the
                 least
                 .
              
               
               
                 Where
                 tyrannie
                 in
                 triumph
                 mounted
                 hie
                 ,
              
               
                 Makes
                 truth
                 and
                 innocence
                 in
                 dungeon
                 lie
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 tale
                 the
                 difference
                 shewes
                 ,
                 that
                 weemay
                 know
              
               
                 How
                 much
                 to
                 God
                 for
                 our
                 good
                 king
                 we
                 owe.
              
               
                 An
                 aged
                 Hart
                 ,
                 vpon
                 mount
                 Carmel
                 bred
                 ,
              
               
                 Hauing
                 as
                 Admirall
                 the
                 Nauy
                 led
              
               
                 From
                 Syria
                 through
                 the
                 Seas
                 ,
                 to
                 Cyprus
                 shore
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 all
                 the
                 I
                 le
                 with
                 greene
                 is
                 couered
                 o're
                 .
              
               
                 Hapt
                 by
                 a
                 Parke
                 to
                 trauaile
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 spide
              
               
                 A
                 yonger
                 sad
                 Hart
                 ,
                 standing
                 close
                 beside
              
               
                 Th'
                 imprisoning
                 pale
                 ,
                 and
                 vsing
                 all
                 his
                 skill
              
               
                 To
                 free
                 himselfe
                 from
                 thence
                 ,
                 to
                 larger
                 ill
                 .
              
               
                 Good
                 brother
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 stranger
                 )
                 let
                 me
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 heauy
                 thoughts
                 they
                 are
                 that
                 vex
                 you
                 so
                 ?
              
               
                 Why
                 do
                 you
                 sadly
                 so
                 your selfe
                 bemone
                 ?
              
               
                 Why
                 hauing
                 friends
                 within
                 come
                 you
                 alone
              
               
                 To
                 feed
                 sad
                 melancholly
                 ,
                 and
                 inuent
              
               
                 To
                 doe
                 a
                 rash
                 act
                 ,
                 which
                 you
                 le
                 soone
                 repent
                 ?
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 younger
                 Deere
                 made
                 answer
                 ,
                 Can
                 ye
                 muse
              
               
                 Why
                 I
                 am
                 sad
                 ,
                 and
                 wherefore
                 I
                 doe
                 vse
              
               
                 All
                 meanes
                 to
                 free
                 my selfe
                 ,
                 from
                 being
                 thus
              
               
                 A
                 slaue
                 to
                 him
                 that
                 's
                 foe
                 to
                 all
                 of
                 vs
                 ?
              
               
                 Know
                 brother
                 ,
                 I
                 endure
                 more
                 sorrowes
                 here
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 one
                 halfe
                 day
                 ,
                 then
                 you
                 in
                 one
                 whole
                 yeere
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 you
                 haue
                 liberty
                 to
                 come
                 and
                 goe
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 forrester
                 and
                 wood-man
                 both
                 say
                 no.
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 by
                 cru●ll
                 man
                 ,
                 imprisond
                 keepe
                 ,
              
               
                 Within
                 this
                 woodden
                 walls
                 ,
                 where
                 none
                 but
                 sheepe
              
               
                 Hares
                 ,
                 Conyes
                 ,
                 Cowes
                 ,
                 and
                 other
                 of
                 my
                 kinne
              
               
                 Are
                 my
                 associates
                 ,
                 simple
                 soules
                 within
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 haue
                 no
                 beast
                 of
                 worth
                 ,
                 of
                 birth
                 ,
                 or
                 wit
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 whom
                 I
                 may
                 conuerse
                 ;
                 but
                 faine
                 to
                 fit
              
               
               
                 My
                 lofty
                 spirit
                 to
                 the
                 lowly
                 straine
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 base
                 companions
                 ,
                 sluggish
                 ,
                 fearefull
                 ,
                 vaine
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 Wolues
                 or
                 Dogs
                 come
                 here
                 whereby
                 decaies
              
               
                 The
                 exercise
                 of
                 valure
                 and
                 the
                 praise
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 traps
                 for
                 vermin
                 ,
                 are
                 so
                 thicke
                 beset
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 oftentimes
                 they
                 some
                 of
                 vs
                 doe
                 get
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 watchfull
                 keeper
                 ,
                 euery
                 night
                 and
                 morne
                 ,
              
               
                 Commands
                 me
                 rise
                 ,
                 and
                 rest
                 with
                 his
                 shrill
                 horne
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 with
                 his
                 Lymehound
                 rounds
                 the
                 pale
                 about
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 feare
                 least
                 we
                 be
                 stolne
                 or
                 broken
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 feeds
                 vs
                 cheerefully
                 ,
                 and
                 doth
                 prouide
              
               
                 Sufficient
                 meat
                 that
                 's
                 fit
                 for
                 euery
                 tide
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 being
                 fat
                 ,
                 he
                 chooseth
                 which
                 he
                 likes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 through
                 our
                 sides
                 ,
                 deaths
                 forked
                 arrow
                 strikes
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 all
                 he
                 doth
                 ,
                 is
                 his
                 owne
                 turne
                 to
                 serue
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 his
                 owne
                 life
                 doth
                 our
                 liues
                 pres●rue
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 gentle
                 brother
                 helpe
                 to
                 free
                 me
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 my
                 swift
                 thanks
                 shall
                 yeeld
                 you
                 recompence
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Stay
                 brother
                 mad-brain
                 stay
                 ,
                 quoth
                 Light
                 foot
                 thē
              
               
                 If
                 you
                 were
                 out
                 ,
                 you
                 'ld
                 wish
                 you
                 in
                 agen
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 was
                 in
                 Syria
                 borne
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 yeere
              
               
                 A
                 dangerous
                 voyage
                 make
                 ,
                 for
                 what
                 you
                 here
              
               
                 Enioy
                 with
                 proud
                 cont●mpt
                 .
                 We
                 cannot
                 find
              
               
                 "
                 Content
                 on
                 earth
                 ,
                 without
                 a
                 thankfull
                 mind
                 .
              
               
                 You
                 slight
                 your
                 ease
                 and
                 plenty
                 ;
                 we
                 ,
                 alas
                 !
              
               
                 With
                 toyle
                 seeke
                 that
                 which
                 you
                 with
                 scorne
                 let
                 passe
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 meat
                 is
                 grutchd
                 ,
                 we
                 like
                 to
                 robbers
                 watcht
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 what
                 we
                 feed
                 on
                 ,
                 here
                 and
                 there
                 is
                 snatcht
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 pale
                 you
                 call
                 your
                 prison
                 rather
                 may
                 ,
              
               
                 Be
                 tearmd
                 your
                 Castle
                 ,
                 Garden
                 ,
                 Closet
                 ,
                 Stay
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 keepe
                 ou●
                 others
                 from
                 those
                 ioyes
                 of
                 yours
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 to
                 preserue
                 you
                 from
                 these
                 woes
                 of
                 ours
                 .
              
               
               
                 Whilst
                 we
                 without
                 by
                 Lyons
                 ,
                 Leopards
                 ,
                 Beares
                 ,
              
               
                 Wolues
                 ,
                 Eagles
                 ,
                 Serpents
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 thousand
                 feares
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 howrely
                 vext
                 ,
                 beset
                 ,
                 besieged
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 as
                 our
                 shadowes
                 ,
                 death
                 doth
                 next
                 vs
                 goe
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 none
                 our
                 deaths
                 reuenge
                 ,
                 nor
                 craues
                 account
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 our
                 neglected
                 blood
                 is
                 lauisht
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 euen
                 that
                 Man
                 (
                 which
                 is
                 your
                 guard
                 )
                 to
                 vs
              
               
                 Proclaimes
                 himselfe
                 a
                 foe
                 ,
                 most
                 dangerous
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 hunts
                 for
                 our
                 destruction
                 cheeres
                 the
                 hound
                 ,
              
               
                 Rides
                 ,
                 runs
                 ,
                 whoopes
                 ,
                 hollowes
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 euery
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 Rings
                 our
                 shrill
                 deaths
                 bell
                 with
                 so
                 fearefull
                 blast
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 charmes
                 our
                 ioynts
                 to
                 heare
                 ,
                 whilst
                 hounds
                 make
                 hast
              
               
                 To
                 finish
                 our
                 desired
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 glut
              
               
                 VVith
                 our
                 sweet
                 flesh
                 ,
                 each
                 vermins
                 maw
                 and
                 gut
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 doe
                 we
                 die
                 abroad
                 ,
                 for
                 euery
                 man
              
               
                 Claimes
                 right
                 in
                 vs
                 ,
                 and
                 labors
                 all
                 they
                 can
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 weary
                 feet
                 in
                 toyles
                 ,
                 nets
                 ,
                 snares
                 t'
                 inclose
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhen
                 you
                 haue
                 friends
                 ,
                 to
                 guard
                 you
                 from
                 your
                 foes
              
               
                 If
                 therefore
                 you
                 haue
                 told
                 me
                 truth
                 that
                 there
              
               
                 You
                 doe
                 no
                 creature
                 but
                 your
                 keeper
                 feare
                 ;
              
               
                 O
                 bring
                 me
                 to
                 this
                 prison
                 ,
                 shew
                 me
                 how
              
               
                 I
                 may
                 obtaine
                 a
                 blessed
                 life
                 with
                 you
                 .
              
               
                 Direct
                 me
                 to
                 a
                 leape
                 ,
                 I
                 le
                 soone
                 leape
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 T
                 is
                 happinesse
                 ,
                 vnhappy
                 to
                 haue
                 been
                 .
              
               
                 VVith
                 that
                 he
                 mounts
                 the
                 pale
                 ,
                 adue
                 quoth
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 Vaine
                 ,
                 wide
                 ,
                 wild
                 world
                 ;
                 who
                 serues
                 the
                 law
                 is
                 free
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 ●ath
                 been
                 long
                 disputation
                 to
                 finde
                 out
                 the
                 true
                 freedome
                 .
                 The
                 world
                 holds
                 opinion
                 that
                 Libertines
                 who
                 doe
                 what
                 they
                 list
                 ,
                 and
                 lust
                 what
                 soeuer
                 is
                 vnlawfull
                 are
                 onely
                 free
                 men
                 .
                 Cain
                 was
                 founder
                 of
                 this
                 brotherhood
                 .
                 He
                 might
                 doo
                 what
                 he
                 list
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 a
                 vagabond
                 exempt
                 from
                 lawes
                 ,
                 he
                 had
                 a
                 marke
                 of
                 priuiledge
                 set
                 vpon
                 him
                 to
                 keep●
                 him
                 from
                 punishment
                 here
                 .
                 Our
                 Iesuits
                 and
                 King-killers
                 being
                 exempt
                 from
                 the
                 tempor
                 all
                 sword
                 are
                 free
                 of
                 this
                 company●
                 But
                 the
                 child
                 of
                 God
                 whose
                 affections
                 are
                 mortified
                 ,
                 who
                 obeyes
                 law
                 for
                 conscience
                 sake
                 ,
                 who
                 is
                 a
                 law
                 vnto
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 onely
                 freeman
                 ;
                 for
                 him
                 the
                 Magistrate
                 beares
                 the
                 sword
                 in
                 vaine
                 .
                 He
                 would
                 be
                 honest
                 without
                 law
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 be
                 honest
                 if
                 the
                 la●
                 should
                 ●orbid
                 him
                 .
                 Yet
                 would
                 he
                 not
                 resist
                 ,
                 but
                 submit
                 himselfe
                 to
                 power
                 .
                 Hee
                 is
                 free
                 of
                 that
                 company
                 whereof
                 
                   S.
                   Paul
                
                 professeth
                 himselfe
                 one
                 when
                 hee
                 saith
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   haue
                   learned
                   in
                   all
                   estates
                   to
                   bee
                   contented
                   .
                
                 How
                 much
                 more
                 happy
                 are
                 they
                 who
                 liue
                 vnder
                 the
                 protection
                 of
                 a
                 good
                 King
                 ,
                 and
                 wholesome
                 lawes
                 ,
                 then
                 these
                 are
                 who
                 liuing
                 here
                 like
                 outlawes
                 ,
                 goe
                 without
                 contradiction
                 out
                 of
                 momentary
                 pleasure
                 and
                 liberty
                 into
                 eternall
                 slauery
                 and
                 punishment
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Cony-burrow
               .
            
             
               Dedicated
               to
               the
               louers
               of
               worth
               ,
               
                 and
                 friends
                 of
                 vertue
                 ,
                 who
                 follow
              
               truth
               with
               a
               single
               heart
               ,
               and
               speake
               it
               with
               a
               single
               tongue
               .
            
             
               
                 Be
                 inn●cent
                 ,
                 but
                 circumspect
                 withall
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Turtles
                 mate
                 may
                 be
                 the
                 Turtles
                 stall
                 .
              
               
                 〈◊〉
                 wise
                 yet
                 trust
                 not
                 wit.
                 The
                 traps
                 we
                 make
              
               
                 For
                 others
                 ,
                 first
                 doe
                 our
                 false
                 fingers
                 take
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 we
                 delight
                 to
                 vse
                 ,
                 take
                 pride
                 to
                 weare
                 ,
              
               
                 Take
                 vs
                 ;
                 as
                 Absalon
                 hangd
                 with
                 his
                 haire
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 walke
                 vpright
                 ,
                 to
                 neither
                 hand
                 encline
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 nought
                 frees
                 innocence
                 ,
                 but
                 grace
                 di●ine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 THe
                 Polcat
                 ,
                 Ferret
                 ,
                 Lobstar
                 ,
                 Weasell
                 ,
                 made
              
               
                 A
                 secret
                 match
                 ,
                 the
                 Cony
                 to
                 inuade
                 :
              
               
                 VVhich
                 no
                 way
                 they
                 could
                 compasse
                 ,
                 whilst
                 he
                 kept
              
               
                 Himselfe
                 abroad
                 ,
                 when
                 as
                 hee
                 fed
                 or
                 slept
                 .
              
               
               
                 At
                 last
                 the
                 Polcat
                 to
                 the
                 Cony
                 went
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 this
                 smooth
                 speech
                 .
                 Good
                 cousen
                 my
                 intent
              
               
                 Hath
                 been
                 long
                 since
                 t'
                 acquaint
                 you
                 with
                 our
                 kin
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tell
                 ye
                 how
                 our
                 cousenage
                 came
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 Grandame
                 was
                 my
                 carefull
                 fostermother
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 your
                 kind
                 S●re
                 ,
                 I
                 was
                 a
                 fosterbrother
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 education
                 ,
                 nurture
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 foode
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 from
                 my
                 youth
                 receiued
                 from
                 your
                 sweet
                 brood
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 recompence
                 whereof
                 ,
                 my
                 thankfull
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 fitte
                 requitall
                 long
                 desired
                 to
                 finde
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 time
                 is
                 come
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 haue
                 lately
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 secret
                 plot
                 ,
                 wherein
                 the
                 cunning
                 hound
              
               
                 The
                 close
                 dissembling
                 Tumbler
                 ,
                 Lurcher
                 swift
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 Raynard
                 that
                 knowes
                 many
                 a
                 subtill
                 shift
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Eagle
                 and
                 the
                 Goshauke
                 ,
                 haue
                 agreed
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 stomacke
                 with
                 your
                 d●inty
                 ●lesh
                 to
                 feed
                 .
              
               
                 First
                 they
                 intend
                 the
                 hound
                 shall
                 hunt
                 you
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 by
                 your
                 footing
                 heate
                 ye
                 once
                 about
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 shall
                 that
                 hypocrite
                 ,
                 the
                 Tumbler
                 tri●
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 cheate
                 you
                 of
                 your
                 life
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 false
                 ●ie
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 he
                 faile
                 ,
                 the
                 Lurcher
                 with
                 his
                 speed
                 ,
              
               
                 Will
                 snatch
                 yee
                 vp
                 (
                 they
                 hope
                 )
                 and
                 do
                 the
                 deed
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 not
                 the
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 Fox
                 ,
                 and
                 Goshauke
                 ,
                 sweare
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 eat
                 no
                 meat
                 ,
                 till
                 on
                 your
                 lims
                 they
                 teare
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 harmlesse
                 Cony
                 ;
                 at
                 this
                 dir●
                 report
                 ,
              
               
                 Ready
                 to
                 sound
                 ,
                 besought
                 in
                 humble
                 sort
              
               
                 The
                 wary
                 Polcat
                 him
                 t'inst●uct
                 and
                 teach
              
               
                 A
                 way
                 ,
                 how
                 he
                 might
                 s●ape
                 his
                 foes
                 long
                 reach
                 .
              
               
                 Faith
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Polcat
                 )
                 you
                 perhaps
                 might
                 hide
                 ,
              
               
                 Your selfe
                 among
                 thicke
                 bushes
                 vnespide
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 the
                 Hounds
                 and
                 Lurcher
                 both
                 are
                 ●here
                 ,
              
               
                 whose
                 sents
                 will
                 quickly
                 find
                 ye
                 out
                 ,
                 I
                 feare
                 .
              
               
               
                 Againe
                 vpon
                 the
                 rocks
                 ,
                 you
                 might
                 remaine
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 the
                 Eagle
                 ,
                 Fox
                 ,
                 and
                 Goshauke
                 saine
              
               
                 Thei
                 'l
                 watch
                 ye
                 there
                 ;
                 so
                 that
                 no
                 other
                 way
              
               
                 Remaines
                 to
                 scape
                 with
                 life
                 ,
                 but
                 night
                 and
                 day
              
               
                 To
                 scrape
                 and
                 grate
                 with
                 your
                 forefeet
                 ,
                 a
                 den
                 ,
              
               
                 Within
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 where
                 safe
                 from
                 beasts
                 and
                 men
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 foule
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 bloody
                 foe
                 you
                 shall
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 life
                 securely
                 lead
                 in
                 spite
                 of
                 all
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 simple
                 Cony
                 doubting
                 no
                 deceit
                 ,
              
               
                 Thought
                 treason
                 had
                 not
                 councell
                 for
                 a
                 bait●
              
               
                 And
                 therefore
                 thanks
                 his
                 foe
                 ,
                 and
                 (
                 glad
                 at
                 heart
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 dig
                 his
                 owne
                 graue
                 vseth
                 all
                 his
                 art
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 sandy
                 place
                 he
                 seeks
                 ,
                 and
                 finding
                 one
                 ,
              
               
                 Free
                 from
                 all
                 clay
                 ,
                 or
                 flint
                 ,
                 o●
                 other
                 stone
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 with
                 his
                 forefeet
                 grates
                 ,
                 and
                 makes
                 a
                 burrow
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 deepe
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 he
                 ment
                 to
                 trauaile
                 thorow
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 body
                 of
                 the
                 earth
                 ,
                 and
                 meet
                 the
                 Sunne
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 it
                 vnto
                 the
                 Antipodes
                 doth
                 run
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 hauing
                 finisht
                 ,
                 he
                 prepares
                 a
                 feast
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 the
                 Polcat
                 is
                 the
                 chiefest
                 guest
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lobster
                 ,
                 Ferret
                 ,
                 Weasel
                 too
                 must
                 goe
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 ioy
                 him
                 in
                 his
                 house
                 ,
                 they
                 loue
                 him
                 so
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 their
                 great
                 friend
                 ,
                 the
                 ●iluer-suited
                 Snake
                 ,
              
               
                 Must
                 needs
                 along
                 with
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 merry
                 make
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 welcomes
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 do●h
                 before
                 them
                 set
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 iunckets
                 he
                 with
                 purse
                 or
                 paines
                 could
                 get
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Lyons
                 Court
                 hath
                 not
                 a
                 dainty
                 dish
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 prouides
                 it
                 ,
                 euen
                 beyond
                 their
                 wish
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Yet
                 they
                 that
                 long
                 for
                 blood
                 ,
                 till
                 blood
                 be
                 shed
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Cannot
                 be
                 satisfied
                 ,
                 though
                 fully
                 feed
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Ingratitude
                 !
                 thou
                 monster
                 of
                 the
                 minde●
              
               
                 Art
                 thou
                 not
                 only
                 proper
                 to
                 mankind
                 ?
              
               
               
                 Is
                 there
                 a
                 beast
                 that
                 can
                 forget
                 his
                 friend
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 his
                 owne
                 ends
                 ,
                 worke
                 his
                 fellowes
                 end
                 ?
              
               
                 Is
                 there
                 a
                 beast
                 whose
                 lust
                 prouokes
                 him
                 kill
              
               
                 The
                 beast
                 that
                 did
                 him
                 good
                 ,
                 nere
                 wisht
                 him
                 ill
                 ?
              
               
                 Is
                 there
                 a
                 beast
                 who
                 vnder
                 kindnesse
                 can
              
               
                 Dissemble
                 hate
                 ?
                 O
                 then
                 thrice
                 happy
                 man
                 !
              
               
                 Thou
                 art
                 not
                 only
                 he
                 that
                 kilst
                 ●hy
                 brother
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 beasts
                 there
                 are
                 that
                 murther
                 one
                 another
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 foules
                 ,
                 some
                 fishes
                 ,
                 Serpents
                 some
                 there
                 are
              
               
                 VVho
                 pray
                 vpon
                 their
                 kind
                 in
                 open
                 war.
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 that
                 vnder
                 friendship
                 fal●ly
                 faind
                 ,
              
               
                 VVith
                 fellowes
                 murther
                 haue
                 their
                 natures
                 staind
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 there
                 is
                 one
                 who
                 can
                 so
                 couer
                 ●uill
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 man
                 may
                 iudge
                 him
                 Angell
                 ,
                 find
                 him
                 diuell
                 .
              
               
                 He
                 first
                 with
                 sweet
                 meats
                 poysond
                 Adams
                 seed
                 ,
              
               
                 Since
                 when
                 of
                 sweet
                 meats
                 wisest
                 men
                 take
                 heed
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 need
                 not
                 these
                 bold
                 gu●sts
                 ,
                 they
                 eat
                 and
                 drink
              
               
                 And
                 then
                 rise
                 vp
                 to
                 play
                 ;
                 but
                 neuer
                 thinke
              
               
                 Ought
                 fadgeth
                 right
                 ,
                 till
                 they
                 haue
                 brought
                 to
                 passe
              
               
                 The
                 purposde
                 plot
                 for
                 which
                 this
                 meeting
                 was●
              
               
                 Theref●re
                 (
                 dissemblingly
                 )
                 the
                 Polcat
                 gins
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 licke
                 and
                 catch
                 the
                 Cony
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 wins
              
               
                 Hold
                 vnderneath
                 his
                 throat
                 ,
                 which
                 hauing
                 fast
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 tragedy
                 begins
                 ,
                 the
                 sport
                 is
                 past
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 assault
                 him
                 then
                 on
                 euery
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 at
                 his
                 sides
                 ,
                 some
                 at
                 his
                 head
                 and
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 at
                 his
                 belly
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 poisonous
                 Snake
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 at
                 his
                 tayle
                 a
                 deadly
                 issue
                 make
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 helplesse
                 Cony
                 ●ues
                 ,
                 intreat●
                 ,
                 ●nd
                 striues
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 must
                 die
                 had
                 he
                 ten
                 thousand
                 liues
                 .
              
               
                 Each
                 foe
                 his
                 greedy
                 go●ge
                 with
                 blood
                 doth
                 glut
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 his
                 sweet
                 flesh
                 cram
                 each
                 hollow
                 gut
                 .
              
               
               
                 "
                 But
                 blood
                 that
                 's
                 sweet
                 in
                 tast
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 so
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 To
                 feed
                 vpon
                 ,
                 as
                 milke
                 that
                 's
                 easier
                 found
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Snake
                 with
                 poisonous
                 touch
                 had
                 venome
                 spred
                 ,
              
               
                 Through
                 all
                 the
                 swelling
                 vaines
                 ,
                 from
                 taile
                 to
                 head
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 they
                 had
                 suckt
                 the
                 blacke
                 infection
                 in
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 fitting
                 vengeance
                 for
                 their
                 crying
                 sinne
                 .
              
               
                 Straight
                 they
                 their
                 stomacke
                 find
                 not
                 well
                 at
                 ●ase
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 something
                 feele
                 ,
                 that
                 doth
                 their
                 minds
                 displease
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 VVeasel
                 first
                 suspects
                 the
                 Snake
                 ,
                 for
                 he
              
               
                 Can
                 neuer
                 with
                 a
                 Serpent
                 well
                 agree
                 ;
              
               
                 Saies
                 ,
                 they
                 are
                 poisond
                 all
                 by
                 one
                 base
                 slaue
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhose
                 company
                 the
                 Ferret
                 needs
                 would
                 haue
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Snake
                 replies
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 no
                 more
                 but
                 what
              
               
                 He
                 was
                 appointed
                 to
                 performe
                 by
                 plot
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 they
                 foolishly
                 had
                 eat
                 their
                 last
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 could
                 not
                 mend
                 with
                 sorrow
                 what
                 was
                 past
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 find
                 it
                 true
                 ,
                 but
                 find
                 it
                 now
                 too
                 late
                 ,
              
               
                 Each
                 rauing
                 dies
                 ,
                 and
                 yeelds
                 constraind
                 by
                 fate
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 ere
                 they
                 die
                 ,
                 all
                 doe
                 their
                 farewell
                 take
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 shaking
                 teeth
                 together
                 on
                 the
                 S●ake
                 .
              
               
                 VVho
                 deadly
                 wounded
                 ,
                 crawles
                 but
                 faintly
                 thence
                 ,
              
               
                 Confounded
                 with
                 the
                 guilt
                 of
                 his
                 offence
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 heeding
                 not
                 his
                 way
                 ,
                 by
                 good
                 mishap
                 ,
              
               
                 Became
                 a
                 prisoner
                 to
                 the
                 warriners
                 trap
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 feast
                 was
                 ended
                 thus
                 ,
                 death
                 tooke
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 where
                 they
                 did
                 not
                 well
                 we
                 mend
                 it
                 may
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Epimythium
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 are
                 of
                 opinion
                 that
                 wisedome
                 consisteth
                 i●
                 the
                 abilitie
                 to
                 giue
                 good
                 counsell
                 .
                 But
                 I
                 thinke
                 the
                 knowledge
                 how
                 to
                 take
                 good
                 counsell
                 and
                 how
                 to
                 discerne
                 the
                 differences
                 of
                 ad●ise
                 ,
                 is
                 the
                 principallpart
                 of
                 wisedome
                 .
                 That
                 Frog
                 in
                 Aesope
                 which
                 in
                 a
                 great
                 drought
                 spying
                 water
                 i●
                 a
                 deep
                 pit
                 aduised
                 his
                 fellow
                 to
                 leape
                 downe●
                 that
                 they
                 might
                 be
                 satisfied
                 and
                 liue
                 there
                 ,
                 gaue
                 good
                 counsell
                 and
                 seemed
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 patterne
                 of
                 the
                 first
                 wisedome
                 spoken
                 of●
                 But
                 the
                 other
                 Frogge
                 that
                 refused
                 his
                 aduise
                 ,
                 and
                 diued
                 deeper
                 then
                 the
                 present
                 time
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 bott●me
                 of
                 the
                 pit
                 with
                 this
                 question
                 ;
                 But
                 if
                 the
                 water
                 faile
                 vs
                 there
                 ,
                 how
                 shall
                 we
                 get
                 out
                 ,
                 or
                 how
                 shall
                 we
                 liue
                 there●
                 was
                 a
                 figure
                 of
                 the
                 second
                 wisedome
                 ,
                 and
                 teacheth
                 vs
                 that
                 it
                 is
                 harder
                 to
                 take
                 good
                 counsell
                 then
                 to
                 giue
                 it
                 .
                 Let
                 vs
                 therefore
                 beware
                 in
                 this
                 point
                 ,
                 and
                 learne
                 to
                 looke
                 a
                 little
                 beyond
                 that
                 good
                 which
                 is
                 first
                 and
                 most
                 apparant
                 in
                 euery
                 proiect
                 ,
                 The
                 second
                 and
                 third
                 good
                 is
                 that
                 which
                 we
                 must
                 rest
                 on●
                 for
                 truth
                 is
                 often
                 most
                 remote
                 and
                 neorest
                 the
                 bottome●
                 all
                 that
                 swims
                 vppermost
                 is
                 the
                 froth
                 and
                 false
                 good
                 and
                 fraud
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               House
               of
               Fame
               .
            
             
               Dedicated
               to
               all
               the
               noble
               atten
               
                 dants
                 of
                 Royaltie
                 in
                 the
                 Campe
                 of
              
               Vertue
               ,
               who
               fight
               for
               the
               honor
               of
               the
               Church
               ,
               and
               Common-wealth
               .
            
             
               
                 Till
                 now
                 of
                 late
                 we
                 feard
                 that
                 loud
                 report
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 Cressy
                 field
                 ,
                 Poicters
                 ,
                 and
                 Agincourt
                 ,
              
               
                 Fought
                 by
                 our
                 Kings
                 and
                 Princes
                 heretofore
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 not
                 been
                 true
                 ,
                 or
                 should
                 be
                 told
                 no
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 wondred
                 if
                 those
                 Nobles
                 euer
                 were
              
               
                 Who●●ame
                 for
                 armes
                 and
                 bounty
                 did
                 prefer●
              
               
                 We
                 doubted
                 all
                 our
                 Countries
                 had
                 forgot
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 deede
                 of
                 Audely
                 or
                 beleeu'd
                 it
                 not●
              
               
                 we
                 thought
                 our
                 Nation
                 was
                 of
                 worth
                 ●eref●
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 bowes
                 and
                 arrowes
                 and
                 browne
                 bills
                 were
                 left
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 see●
                 occasion
                 now
                 hath
                 turnd
                 our
                 eyes
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 inward
                 wars
                 where
                 greater
                 wonders
                 rise
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 see
                 affection
                 couquerd
                 ,
                 l●st
                 chastisd'e
                 ,
              
               
                 Priae
                 humbled
                 ,
                 Murther
                 slaine
                 ,
                 all
                 vice
                 despisd'e
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 old
                 vert●es
                 freshly
                 now
                 reneude
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 fa●re
                 examples
                 as
                 the
                 Sun
                 ere
                 vewd
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 bra●e
                 war
                 of
                 wonders
                 (
                 passing
                 far
              
               
               
                 All
                 other
                 conflicts
                 that
                 compounded
                 are
              
               
                 (
                 Of
                 loue
                 and
                 hate
                 )
                 each
                 Lord
                 who
                 lends
                 a
                 hand
              
               
                 To
                 fight
                 against
                 vice
                 for
                 vertue
                 ,
                 doth
                 this
                 land
              
               
                 More
                 ●onor
                 then
                 his
                 ancestors
                 before
              
               
                 In
                 conquering
                 France
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 be
                 famd
                 for
                 't
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 Some
                 for
                 their
                 Prudence
                 who
                 found
                 out
                 and
                 led
                 ,
              
               
                 Others
                 for
                 zeale
                 through
                 whom
                 the
                 enemy
                 fled●
              
               
                 Others
                 for
                 Art
                 ,
                 whose
                 skill
                 the
                 squadrons
                 placed
              
               
                 Others
                 for
                 Iustice
                 who
                 the
                 e●emy
                 chased
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 some
                 for
                 Constancie●
                 who
                 held
                 it
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 still
                 vnwearied
                 ,
                 not
                 v●w●unded
                 fought
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 none
                 more
                 ●ame
                 attaind
                 then
                 mercies
                 squire
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 begd
                 to
                 giue
                 ,
                 all
                 sa●ing
                 i●
                 desire
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 Audely-like
                 taught
                 Courtiers
                 how
                 to
                 craue
              
               
                 What
                 they
                 might
                 giue
                 aw●y●
                 and
                 giuing
                 s●ue
                 ,
              
               
                 Saue
                 free
                 from
                 feare
                 of
                 forfeiture
                 or
                 losse
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 there-begging
                 or
                 the
                 next
                 y●●res
                 crosse
                 :
              
               
                 Or
                 enuies
                 eye
                 sore
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 Commons
                 ●ate
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 poores
                 complaint
                 ,
                 or
                 grieuance
                 of
                 the
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 him
                 and
                 to
                 the
                 rest
                 ,
                 this
                 tale
                 is
                 sent
                 ,
              
               
                 Howsoeuer
                 taken
                 with
                 a
                 good
                 i●tent
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 FAme
                 that
                 in
                 Homer●s
                 time
                 a
                 vagrant
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 a
                 house
                 and
                 home
                 ,
                 did
                 after
                 passe
              
               
                 In
                 stately
                 structures
                 all
                 the
                 mixed
                 race
              
               
                 Of
                 S●mdeities
                 ,
                 and
                 euery
                 place
              
               
                 Built
                 her
                 a
                 Court
                 ,
                 assisted
                 by
                 the
                 Rages
              
               
                 Of
                 s●ndry
                 Poets
                 i●succe●ding
                 ages
                 .
              
               
               
                 For
                 euery
                 one
                 did
                 something
                 adde
                 ,
                 to
                 frame
              
               
                 More
                 space
                 and
                 roome
                 for
                 their
                 friends
                 narrow
                 fame
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 as
                 they
                 purchast
                 ,
                 still
                 to
                 her
                 they
                 gaue
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 's
                 the
                 cause
                 ,
                 themselues
                 so
                 little
                 haue
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 Fame
                 hath
                 now
                 her
                 house
                 glazde
                 all
                 with
                 eies
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 rafts
                 ,
                 beames
                 ,
                 balkes
                 ,
                 nerues
                 ,
                 sinewes
                 ,
                 arteries
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 dores
                 wide
                 open
                 ,
                 eares
                 ;
                 hangd
                 round
                 about
              
               
                 With
                 nimble
                 tongues
                 ,
                 and
                 couerd
                 so
                 without
                 .
              
               
                 All
                 things
                 are
                 seene
                 and
                 heard
                 the
                 wide
                 world
                 ore
              
               
                 Which
                 touch
                 that
                 place
                 ,
                 and
                 farthest
                 off
                 the
                 mo●●
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 House
                 of
                 Fame
                 built
                 vp
                 foure
                 stories
                 hie
                 ,
              
               
                 Stands
                 in
                 an
                 open
                 pl●ine
                 ,
                 in
                 which
                 doth
                 lie
              
               
                 Foure
                 sister
                 twins
                 ,
                 
                   True
                   ●ame
                   ,
                   and
                   good
                
                 the
                 first
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 eldest
                 are
                 ;
                 false
                 and
                 had
                 fame
                 the
                 worst
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 youngest
                 payre
                 ,
                 yet
                 swiftest
                 are
                 in
                 flight
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 last
                 borne
                 ,
                 yet
                 oft
                 come
                 first
                 to
                 light
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 last
                 dwell
                 in
                 two
                 darker
                 roomes
                 below
                 ,
              
               
                 Among
                 the
                 thicke
                 Crowdes
                 where
                 all
                 errors
                 grow
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 keepe
                 they
                 Court
                 ,
                 where
                 Scandals
                 ,
                 Libels
                 ,
                 lies
                 ,
              
               
                 Rumors
                 ,
                 Reports
                 ,
                 Suspicions
                 ,
                 c●lumnies
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 fauorites
                 and
                 Go●ernors
                 of
                 State
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 practise
                 't
                 is
                 true
                 worth
                 to
                 ruina●e
                 .
              
               
                 False
                 fame
                 liues
                 lowest
                 ,
                 and
                 true
                 Fame
                 aboue
                 ,
              
               
                 Bad
                 Fame
                 next
                 false
                 ,
                 good
                 fame
                 next
                 ,
                 true
                 doth
                 moue●
              
               
                 Yet
                 good
                 fame
                 somtime
                 doth
                 with
                 false
                 fame
                 stay
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bad
                 fame
                 sometime
                 doth
                 with
                 true
                 fame
                 play
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 false
                 and
                 true
                 (
                 opposd
                 )
                 will
                 neuer
                 meete
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 bad
                 and
                 good
                 fame
                 ,
                 one
                 the
                 other
                 greete
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 It
                 so
                 fell
                 out
                 (
                 as
                 oft
                 strange
                 things
                 befall
                 )
              
               
                 A
                 gallant
                 Knight
                 ,
                 ariued
                 at
                 that
                 faire
                 Hall
                 ,
              
               
                 Attended
                 on
                 with
                 such
                 a
                 noble
                 sort
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 warlike
                 squires
                 ,
                 as
                 fild
                 this
                 spatious
                 Court.
              
               
               
                 Who
                 curiously
                 enquiring
                 of
                 the
                 rout
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 Court
                 it
                 was
                 ,
                 could
                 no
                 waies
                 find
                 it
                 out
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 contradictions
                 crosse
                 each
                 other
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 truth
                 from
                 falshood
                 he
                 could
                 no
                 waies
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 Bad
                 fame
                 did
                 call
                 it
                 hers
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 she
                 was
              
               
                 A
                 guide
                 to
                 such
                 as
                 vnto
                 glo●y
                 passe
                 .
              
               
                 False
                 Fame
                 did
                 call
                 it
                 hers
                 ;
                 he
                 saw
                 they
                 lide
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 '
                 boue
                 their
                 heads
                 ,
                 two
                 brighter
                 Queens
                 he
                 spide
                 .
              
               
                 True
                 fame
                 spake
                 to
                 him
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 him
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 ●he
                 and
                 good
                 fame
                 did
                 the
                 building
                 owe
                 ,
              
               
                 Being
                 eldest
                 borne
                 ,
                 to
                 Titan
                 and
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
              
               
                 Before
                 the
                 Gyants
                 war
                 :
                 when
                 th'
                 others
                 birth
              
               
                 Long
                 since
                 was
                 subiect
                 to
                 their
                 p●rents
                 sinne
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 heauens
                 curse
                 which
                 now
                 they
                 liued
                 in
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 as
                 those
                 Gyants
                 gainst
                 the
                 Gods
                 did
                 war
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 these
                 to
                 t●uth
                 professed
                 enemies
                 are
                 ;
              
               
                 Had
                 by
                 strong
                 hand
                 ,
                 and
                 fraud
                 ,
                 vsurpd
                 her
                 state●
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 expresse
                 to
                 vertue
                 v●most
                 hate
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 bard
                 all
                 passage
                 other
                 houses
                 hie
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 mor
                 all
                 men
                 might
                 in
                 obliuion
                 die
              
               
                 Or
                 haue
                 their
                 memories
                 blasted
                 ,
                 glories
                 kild
              
               
                 By
                 eating
                 time
                 ,
                 wi
                 hlies
                 and
                 slanders
                 fild
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 wisht
                 him
                 then
                 if
                 he
                 his
                 good
                 desired
              
               
                 To
                 haue
                 repeated
                 ,
                 or
                 his
                 spi●
                 it
                 aspired
              
               
                 To
                 worthy
                 honor
                 as
                 old
                 knights
                 had
                 wont
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Whose
                 swords
                 not
                 rust
                 ,
                 but
                 too
                 much
                 vse
                 did
                 blunt
                 )
              
               
                 That
                 he
                 would
                 vse
                 some
                 meanes
                 to
                 set
                 them
                 f●ee
                 ,
              
               
                 Whereby
                 his
                 blest
                 name
                 might
                 ●ternizd
                 be
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Good
                 Fame
                 then
                 told
                 him
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 only
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 he
                 this
                 enterprize
                 accomplish
                 may
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 by
                 the
                 helpe
                 of
                 mercy
                 ,
                 prudence
                 ,
                 art
                 ,
              
               
                 Iustic●
                 and
                 zeale
                 ,
                 and
                 Constancy
                 of
                 heart
                 .
              
               
               
                 All
                 their
                 knowne
                 friends
                 to
                 summon
                 vp
                 in
                 armes
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 force
                 the
                 place
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 disperse
                 those
                 swarmes
              
               
                 Of
                 idle
                 vagabonds
                 ;
                 who
                 kept
                 below
              
               
                 And
                 hated
                 good
                 Fame
                 ,
                 would
                 not
                 true
                 fame
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 (
                 since
                 the
                 stayres
                 of
                 fame
                 were
                 broken
                 downe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 do
                 es
                 stopt
                 vp
                 to
                 glory
                 and
                 renowne
                 )
              
               
                 She
                 wild
                 him
                 make
                 an
                 engine
                 where
                 withall
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 might
                 her
                 lodging
                 and
                 her
                 sisters
                 scale
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 himselfe
                 in
                 spite
                 of
                 perill
                 ,
                 raise
              
               
                 Aboue
                 the
                 reach
                 of
                 enuy
                 ,
                 or
                 dispraise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Knight
                 (
                 in
                 spirit
                 rauisht
                 with
                 delight
              
               
                 To
                 heare
                 their
                 speech
                 ,
                 to
                 see
                 their
                 goodly
                 sight
                 )
              
               
                 Mounts
                 his
                 fierce
                 Coursers
                 backe
                 ,
                 with
                 which
                 at
                 hand
              
               
                 His
                 Squires
                 attend
                 vpou
                 his
                 strict
                 command
                 .
              
               
                 Wils
                 euery
                 one
                 of
                 them
                 to
                 take
                 a
                 dame
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 as
                 the
                 Ladies
                 of
                 the
                 house
                 did
                 name
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 there
                 attended
                 that
                 they
                 might
                 direct
              
               
                 This
                 high
                 attempt
                 ,
                 with
                 order
                 and
                 respect
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Squires
                 with
                 willing
                 minds
                 the
                 knight
                 obaide
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 each
                 behind
                 them
                 tooke
                 a
                 louely
                 maide
                 .
              
               
                 Prudence
                 directs
                 her
                 Squires
                 to
                 lead
                 the
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Who
                 followes
                 her
                 direction
                 cannot
                 stray
                 ,
                 )
              
               
                 At
                 length
                 they
                 come
                 vnto
                 a
                 fruitfull
                 wood
                 ,
              
               
                 Wherein
                 a
                 world
                 of
                 vpright
                 timber
                 stood
                 ;
              
               
                 Tall
                 Cedars
                 ,
                 Cypres
                 ,
                 Pine
                 and
                 royall
                 Okes
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 country
                 Elmes
                 ,
                 and
                 Ash
                 for
                 plow
                 and
                 yokes
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 lea
                 ned
                 Laurell
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 weeping
                 Mirrh
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 smarting
                 Birch
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 sweet
                 smelling
                 Firr
              
               
                 Grew
                 there
                 in
                 order
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 trees
                 beside
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 in
                 the
                 thrifty
                 Woodreeue
                 taketh
                 pride
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 knight
                 suruaies
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 yet
                 ●inds
                 not
                 one
              
               
                 Fit
                 to
                 be
                 feld
                 ;
                 till
                 Prudence
                 lights
                 upon
              
               
               
                 A
                 proud
                 straight
                 Aspe
                 ,
                 whose
                 wauing
                 top
                 did
                 leane
              
               
                 On
                 a
                 slight
                 Poplar
                 ,
                 with
                 some
                 shrubs
                 betweene
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 cursed
                 Eldar
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 fatall
                 Yewe
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 W●●ch
                 and
                 Nightshade
                 in
                 their
                 shadowes
                 grew
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 saples
                 tops
                 ,
                 with
                 mildewes
                 often
                 stood
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 grew
                 self-seare
                 ,
                 and
                 ouertopt
                 the
                 wood
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Rauen
                 &
                 Shreikeowle
                 there
                 did
                 build
                 their
                 neasts
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 at
                 their
                 roots
                 did
                 harbour
                 harmefull
                 beasts
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Pruden●e
                 saw
                 ,
                 but
                 mercy
                 would
                 not
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 she
                 perceiu'd
                 how
                 euery
                 other
                 tree
              
               
                 Droop'd
                 vnderneath
                 the
                 height
                 of
                 these
                 alone
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 could
                 not
                 thriue
                 ,
                 or
                 grow
                 till
                 these
                 were
                 gone
                 .
              
               
                 She
                 therefore
                 (
                 ioynd
                 with
                 Constancie
                 and
                 Zeale
                 )
              
               
                 Besought
                 sharpe
                 ●●stice
                 ,
                 who
                 doth
                 euenly
                 deale
              
               
                 Her
                 warie
                 blowes
                 ,
                 to
                 fell
                 all
                 these
                 with
                 speed
                 ;
              
               
                 Who
                 soone
                 consents
                 ,
                 and
                 soone
                 ,
                 performes
                 the
                 deed
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 euery
                 stroke
                 she
                 fetcht
                 ,
                 the
                 trees
                 did
                 grone
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 rest
                 did
                 eccho
                 laughter
                 to
                 their
                 mone
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 they
                 lye
                 along
                 ,
                 their
                 branches
                 topt
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 barke
                 pild
                 off
                 ,
                 their
                 trunks
                 asunder
                 chopt
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 Art
                 with
                 rule
                 and
                 line
                 ,
                 these
                 vselesse
                 payer
              
               
                 Frames
                 (
                 ●ngine-lik●
                 )
                 a
                 straight
                 clowd
                 climing
                 stayer
              
               
                 To
                 mount
                 Fames
                 house
                 ;
                 this
                 euery
                 Squire
                 doth
                 reare●
              
               
                 And
                 brauely
                 on
                 their
                 backs
                 do
                 thi
                 her
                 beare
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Mercy
                 seeing
                 all
                 the
                 other
                 ment
              
               
                 To
                 burne
                 the
                 C●ips
                 ,
                 to
                 saue
                 them
                 she
                 is
                 bent
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 ,
                 with
                 her
                 Squire
                 ,
                 the
                 knight
                 praies
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 lye
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 he
                 shall
                 gaine
                 ,
                 and
                 glory
                 g●t
                 thereby
                 .
              
               
                 Since
                 chips
                 which
                 cut
                 from
                 Aspe
                 and
                 Poplar
                 bee
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 soone
                 take
                 roote
                 ,
                 each
                 growes
                 a
                 goodly
                 tree
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 knight
                 co●●ents
                 ,
                 and
                 fenceth
                 round
                 the
                 spring
                 .
              
               
                 Whose
                 forward
                 growth
                 doth
                 hope
                 of
                 profit
                 bring
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 now
                 ,
                 together
                 to
                 the
                 house
                 of
                 Fame
              
               
                 With
                 speede
                 they
                 passe
                 ,
                 where
                 first
                 the
                 
                   falsest
                   Dame
                
              
               
                 Salutes
                 them
                 with
                 a
                 lye
                 ,
                 and
                 ●aith
                 she
                 heares
              
               
                 Her
                 Sisters
                 are
                 together
                 by
                 the
                 eares
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 haue
                 destroyde
                 each
                 other
                 ;
                 this
                 she
                 had
              
               
                 From
                 her
                 
                   Twin
                   sister
                
                 ,
                 who
                 tells
                 rumors
                 bad
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 slight
                 her
                 leasings
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 speedy
                 assay
              
               
                 To
                 raise
                 the
                 lather
                 ,
                 where
                 bold
                 Zeale
                 makes
                 way
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 
                   false
                   Fame
                
                 and
                 
                   her
                   Sister
                
                 ,
                 lay
                 about
              
               
                 To
                 hinder
                 her
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 their
                 rascall
                 route
                 .
              
               
                 Slander
                 ,
                 foole-hardines
                 and
                 heartles
                 fear●
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 foolish
                 Pittie
                 ,
                 and
                 false
                 Lou●
                 was
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 Damnde
                 In●idelitie
                 ,
                 and
                 secret
                 Hate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 treason
                 ●oo
                 ,
                 that
                 close
                 d●ss●mbling
                 mate
                 .
              
               
                 Who
                 all
                 with
                 open
                 mouth
                 ,
                 and
                 open
                 lyes
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 waies
                 to
                 stop
                 his
                 honord
                 worke
                 deuise
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 raile
                 ,
                 and
                 fight
                 ,
                 intreat
                 ,
                 and
                 curse
                 and
                 ban
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Knight
                 proceedes
                 ,
                 in
                 scorne
                 of
                 what
                 they
                 can
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 mounts
                 the
                 ladder
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 sword
                 in
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 soone
                 disparkles
                 ,
                 such
                 as
                 dare
                 withstand
                 .
              
               
                 Zeale
                 hales
                 him
                 vp
                 ,
                 and
                 Prudence
                 guides
                 him
                 right
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   True
                   Constancie
                
                 encourageth
                 the
                 fight
                 ,
              
               
                 Mercy
                 saues
                 all
                 the
                 inno●ent
                 ,
                 who
                 swarme
              
               
                 For
                 companie
                 ,
                 not
                 with
                 intent
                 of
                 harme
                 ;
              
               
                 Art
                 orders
                 euery
                 act
                 ,
                 the
                 engine
                 staies
              
               
                 And
                 helpes
                 the
                 Knight
                 step
                 after
                 step
                 ,
                 to
                 praise
              
               
                 The
                 lusty
                 squires
                 below
                 ,
                 with
                 sword
                 and
                 lance
                 ,
              
               
                 Withstand
                 bad
                 fame
                 ,
                 whilst
                 Iustice
                 doth
                 aduance
              
               
                 Her
                 heauy
                 hatchet
                 ,
                 and
                 strikes
                 off
                 the
                 head
              
               
                 Of
                 both
                 the
                 leaders
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 leaues
                 them
                 dead
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 when
                 their
                 troopes
                 discouer
                 ,
                 they
                 forsake
              
               
                 Th'
                 vsurped
                 fortress●
                 ,
                 and
                 themselu●s
                 betake
                 .
              
               
               
                 To
                 heady
                 flight
                 ,
                 into
                 a
                 marsh
                 neere
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 many
                 whispering
                 reeds
                 and
                 Osiars
                 stand
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 they
                 like
                 out-lawes
                 do
                 themselues
                 inclose
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 wilfull
                 banishment
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 foes
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 good
                 knight
                 ,
                 whose
                 valure
                 vndertooke
              
               
                 This
                 high
                 attempt
                 ,
                 that
                 Fame
                 might
                 rightly
                 looke
              
               
                 On
                 all
                 deseruers
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 man
                 might
                 finde
                 ,
              
               
                 Like
                 freedome
                 for
                 his
                 tongue
                 ,
                 as
                 for
                 his
                 mind
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 vertue
                 migh
                 be
                 crowned
                 by
                 true
                 fame
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 honest
                 meaning
                 liue
                 with
                 honored
                 name
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Which
                 promise
                 gladly
                 both
                 the
                 sisters
                 swore
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 solemne
                 forme
                 ;
                 and
                 now
                 as
                 heretofore
              
               
                 The
                 freedome
                 of
                 their
                 tongues
                 they
                 both
                 possesse
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 worth
                 is
                 knowne
                 from
                 base
                 vnworthinesse
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 knight
                 they
                 humbly
                 thanke
                 ,
                 and
                 him
                 they
                 crowne
              
               
                 The
                 Soueraigne
                 of
                 glory
                 and
                 renowne
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 stile
                 ,
                 Fames
                 trumpetters
                 the
                 foure
                 winds
                 blow
              
               
                 Through
                 th'
                 earths
                 foure
                 quarters
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 world
                 may
                 know
              
               
                 Th'
                 extent
                 of
                 vertuous
                 actions
                 ;
                 how
                 no
                 power
              
               
                 Can
                 stop
                 their
                 passage
                 ,
                 nor
                 lanke
                 time
                 deuoure
              
               
                 Their
                 sweet
                 remembrance
                 ;
                 which
                 shall
                 liue
                 as
                 long
              
               
                 As
                 nature
                 hath
                 an
                 eare
                 ,
                 or
                 eye
                 ,
                 or
                 tongue
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 euery
                 Squire
                 then
                 they
                 this
                 fauour
                 giue
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 after
                 death
                 their
                 Fames
                 shall
                 euer
                 liue
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 still
                 those
                 Ladies
                 ,
                 whose
                 imploiment
                 they
              
               
                 So
                 well
                 aduanc't'shall
                 duly
                 night
                 and
                 day
              
               
                 Repeate
                 heir
                 labors
                 ,
                 and
                 prefer
                 them
                 far
              
               
                 Beyond
                 Alcides
                 workes
                 ,
                 as
                 peace
                 doth
                 war
              
               
                 Surpasse
                 in
                 glory
                 ,
                 or
                 those
                 works
                 we
                 doe
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 others
                 wills
                 ,
                 and
                 ours
                 we
                 conquer
                 too
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Now
                 't
                 is
                 proclaimd
                 that
                 if
                 we
                 tell
                 no
                 lies
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 with
                 boldnesse
                 speake
                 and
                 feare
                 no
                 spies
                 .
              
               
               
                 That
                 what
                 this
                 age
                 hath
                 done
                 ,
                 this
                 age
                 may
                 heare
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 well
                 repeated
                 now
                 as
                 the
                 next
                 yeere
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 all
                 our
                 words
                 our selues
                 shall
                 first
                 expound
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 no
                 forc't
                 construction
                 shall
                 confound
              
               
                 Our
                 honest
                 meaning
                 ,
                 but
                 bee
                 't
                 ill
                 or
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 may
                 with
                 freedome
                 our
                 opinions
                 t●ll
                 .
              
               
                 Since
                 no
                 man
                 dares
                 to
                 doe
                 the
                 thing
                 which
                 he
                 ,
              
               
                 Would
                 haue
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 both
                 heare
                 and
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 orders
                 ratified
                 ,
                 they
                 fall
                 to
                 sport
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fill
                 with
                 maskes
                 and
                 reuells
                 all
                 the
                 Court.
              
               
                 The
                 sequel
                 I
                 refer
                 to
                 Fames
                 relation
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 golden
                 trumpe
                 sounds
                 vs
                 a
                 blessed
                 nation
                 .
              
            
             
          
           
             
             
               Satellitium
               .
            
             
               Dedicated
               to
               all
               that
               stand
               Sen
               
                 inell
                 ,
                 that
                 watch
                 and
                 ward
                 in
                 defence
              
               of
               this
               kingdome
               ,
               especially
               to
               the
               strength
               and
               guard
               of
               the
               State.
               
            
             
               
                 Be
                 of
                 one
                 minde
                 ;
                 Religion
                 tyes
                 a
                 knot
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 none
                 vndoes
                 ,
                 by
                 practise
                 or
                 by
                 plot
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 in
                 that
                 we
                 differ
                 ,
                 be
                 our
                 breed
              
               
                 Within
                 one
                 house
                 ,
                 or
                 wombe
                 ,
                 of
                 all
                 one
                 seede
                 .
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 seuerd
                 soone
                 by
                 hate
                 ,
                 respect
                 ,
                 or
                 gold
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Law
                 can
                 neuer
                 soulder
                 ,
                 art
                 make
                 hold
                 .
              
               
                 'Faith
                 only
                 ioynes
                 ,
                 what
                 nothing
                 sunder
                 can
                 .
              
               
                 '
                 Beasts
                 loue
                 for
                 benefits
                 ,
                 for
                 vertue
                 Man.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 VVHo
                 guarded
                 round
                 about
                 ,
                 with
                 Parthian
                 bowes
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 Spanish
                 pikes
                 ;
                 or
                 hedg'd
                 and
                 dikt
                 with
                 rowes
              
               
                 Of
                 sturdie
                 Ianisaries
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 shot
              
               
                 Of
                 hardy
                 Swizzars
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 valiant
                 Scot●
              
               
               
                 And
                 after
                 these
                 with
                 walles
                 of
                 steele
                 and
                 brasse
                 ,
              
               
                 Hemd
                 in
                 so
                 close
                 that
                 scarce
                 the
                 ayre
                 may
                 passe
              
               
                 Betwixt
                 the
                 cliffes
                 ,
                 is
                 not
                 so
                 free
                 from
                 doubt
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 is
                 that
                 King
                 whom
                 loue
                 doth
                 guard
                 about
                 .
              
               
                 Whom
                 subiects
                 loue
                 doth
                 guard
                 ,
                 because
                 that
                 he
              
               
                 Guards
                 them
                 from
                 all
                 oppression
                 ,
                 and
                 makes
                 free
              
               
                 His
                 noble
                 fauourers
                 to
                 desert
                 and
                 worth
                 ,
              
               
                 Spreading
                 his
                 valiant
                 vertues
                 frankly
                 forth
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 both
                 his
                 owne
                 may
                 finde
                 ,
                 and
                 neighbors
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 glorious
                 fruit
                 doth
                 from
                 religion
                 grow
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 sweet
                 an
                 odor
                 Iustice
                 sends
                 to
                 heauen
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 rare
                 example
                 is
                 to
                 Princes
                 giuen
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 vertuous
                 deeds
                 ,
                 to
                 stop
                 the
                 mouthes
                 of
                 those
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 vnreform'de
                 are
                 reformations
                 foes
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 one
                 sleepes
                 safe
                 within
                 the
                 armes
                 of
                 loue
                 ,
              
               
                 Diuine
                 regard
                 doth
                 all
                 his
                 subiects
                 moue
              
               
                 To
                 due
                 obedience
                 ;
                 and
                 with
                 sacred
                 awe
              
               
                 Binds
                 conscience
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 stronger
                 bond
                 then
                 lawe
                 .
              
               
                 Such
                 heauen
                 informes
                 ,
                 whilst
                 hell
                 doth
                 vndermine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 spit●
                 of
                 darkest
                 plots
                 with
                 grace
                 diuine
              
               
                 Doth
                 hedge
                 about
                 ,
                 that
                 naked
                 in
                 the
                 armes
              
               
                 Of
                 en●mies
                 he
                 is
                 preseru'd
                 from
                 harmes
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 sleepe
                 securely
                 ,
                 feed
                 on
                 holsome
                 cates
                 ,
              
               
                 Angels
                 their
                 beds
                 make
                 ,
                 cookes
                 their
                 delicates
              
               
                 Giues
                 Antidotes
                 gainst
                 poysons
                 ,
                 doth
                 defend
              
               
                 Gainst
                 d●mned
                 w●tches
                 and
                 their
                 God
                 the
                 fiend
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 ●esuits
                 at
                 their
                 elbowes
                 can
                 do
                 hurt
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 t●oopes
                 of
                 Papists
                 that
                 their
                 courts
                 ingirt
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 God
                 doth
                 them
                 in
                 his
                 blest
                 armes
                 inclose
                 ,
              
               
                 Safe
                 ,
                 though
                 their
                 chiefest
                 fauourites
                 were
                 foes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 happy
                 then
                 good
                 Kings
                 proceed
                 ,
                 ride
                 on
                 ,
              
               
                 Grow
                 vp
                 in
                 glory
                 ,
                 as
                 you
                 haue
                 begun
                 .
              
               
               
                 Ride
                 on
                 for
                 truths
                 sake
                 ,
                 looke
                 on
                 either
                 hand
                 ,
              
               
                 how
                 you
                 are
                 guarded
                 with
                 a
                 heauenly
                 band
              
               
                 Of
                 blessed
                 spirits
                 ,
                 who
                 shall
                 lead
                 you
                 still
              
               
                 ●n
                 holy
                 paths
                 ,
                 and
                 guid●
                 your
                 steps
                 from
                 ill
                 .
                 
              
               
                 These
                 being
                 with
                 you
                 ,
                 you
                 shall
                 boldly
                 tread
              
               
                 Vpon
                 the
                 Lyon
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Dragons
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 trample
                 danger
                 vnderneath
                 your
                 feete
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 men
                 tread
                 stones
                 ,
                 or
                 dirt
                 within
                 the
                 street
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 only
                 spraids
                 them
                 ;
                 your
                 heauen-garded
                 state
              
               
                 ●s
                 safer
                 far
                 ,
                 then
                 that
                 of
                 Mithridate
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 of
                 Pontus
                 ,
                 vnto
                 whom
                 befell
                 ,
              
               
                 VVhat
                 strange
                 aduenture
                 in
                 this
                 tale
                 I
                 tell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 This
                 King
                 perceiuing
                 well
                 there
                 was
                 no
                 band
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 Of
                 duty
                 ,
                 loue
                 ,
                 or
                 nature
                 ,
                 could
                 withstand
              
               
                 The
                 strong
                 inticement
                 of
                 corrupting
                 gold
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 baser
                 lust
                 ,
                 or
                 humor
                 ouerbold
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 fond
                 ambition
                 (
                 which
                 makes
                 empty
                 slaues
              
               
                 Swim
                 bladder
                 borne
                 vpon
                 the
                 floting
                 waues
              
               
                 Of
                 false
                 Opinion
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 arme
                 of
                 pride
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 borrowed
                 power
                 ,
                 and
                 ignorance
                 beside
                 )
              
               
                 But
                 that
                 these
                 would
                 peruert
                 the
                 faith
                 they
                 had
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cause
                 them
                 after
                 farther
                 hopes
                 run
                 mad
                 ;
              
               
                 Did
                 to
                 preuent
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 a
                 guard
                 prouide
              
               
                 Of
                 faithfull
                 beasts
                 ,
                 whose
                 strength
                 had
                 oft
                 been
                 tried
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Bull
                 ,
                 a
                 Horse
                 ,
                 a
                 Hare
                 ,
                 the
                 Captaines
                 were
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 this
                 strong
                 guard
                 ,
                 whose
                 force
                 did
                 nothing
                 feare
              
               
                 But
                 falshood
                 ,
                 and
                 Ingra●itude
                 ,
                 and
                 Treason
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 which
                 they
                 were
                 as
                 free
                 ,
                 as
                 man
                 from
                 reason
              
               
                 VVhy
                 knowing
                 more
                 then
                 beasts
                 ,
                 he
                 should
                 not
                 hate
              
               
                 As
                 they
                 doe
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 treacherous
                 ,
                 and
                 ingrate
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 These
                 three
                 together
                 being
                 put
                 to
                 feed
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sport
                 themselues
                 till
                 there
                 were
                 farther
                 need
              
               
               
                 Of
                 their
                 knowne
                 faith
                 ,
                 together
                 long
                 did
                 dwell
              
               
                 In
                 peace
                 and
                 loue
                 ,
                 till
                 on
                 a
                 time
                 it
                 fell
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 with
                 rest
                 and
                 ease
                 full
                 fed
                 and
                 fa●
                 ,
              
               
                 Had
                 time
                 to
                 play
                 ,
                 to
                 dally
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 chat
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 did
                 the
                 wanton
                 Hart
                 propound
                 a
                 course
                 ,
              
               
                 Betwixt
                 himselfe
                 and
                 the
                 couragious
                 Horse
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 warlike
                 Horse
                 did
                 dare
                 the
                 horned
                 Bull
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 one
                 in
                 the
                 race
                 ,
                 who
                 straight
                 way
                 full
              
               
                 Of
                 burning
                 choller
                 ,
                 and
                 adusted
                 blood
                 ,
              
               
                 Bad
                 cowards
                 run
                 ,
                 hee
                 for
                 no
                 footman
                 stood
                 .
              
               
                 T
                 was
                 meet
                 for
                 them
                 that
                 durst
                 not
                 stand
                 it
                 out
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 vse
                 their
                 heeles
                 ,
                 his
                 heart
                 was
                 too
                 too
                 stout
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 angry
                 Hart
                 replies
                 ,
                 ther
                 's
                 none
                 of
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 may
                 to
                 me
                 as
                 to
                 your
                 better
                 bow
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 swifter
                 then
                 the
                 Horse
                 ,
                 my
                 feet
                 can
                 vse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 my
                 head
                 ,
                 the
                 Bull
                 I
                 le
                 not
                 refuse
              
               
                 To
                 combat
                 with
                 ,
                 my
                 courage
                 I
                 am
                 sure
              
               
                 Is
                 like
                 my
                 strength
                 as
                 able
                 to
                 indure
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 doe
                 ,
                 as
                 either
                 of
                 you
                 dare
                 or
                 can
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 more
                 I
                 am
                 esteemd
                 by
                 royall
                 man.
              
               
                 Those
                 Serpents
                 which
                 you
                 run
                 from
                 ,
                 I
                 seeke
                 forth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 teare
                 them
                 with
                 my
                 teeth
                 as
                 nothing
                 worth
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 my
                 life
                 to
                 man
                 is
                 sweet
                 and
                 pleasing
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 is
                 my
                 death
                 ,
                 each
                 part
                 some
                 sorrow
                 easing
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 hornes
                 all
                 mortall
                 poyson
                 can
                 expell
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 marrow
                 makes
                 stiffe-ioynted
                 misers
                 well
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 fat
                 yeelds
                 strength
                 and
                 sweetnesse
                 ;
                 that
                 fierce
                 lad
              
               
                 Achilles
                 ,
                 neuer
                 other
                 spoonemeat
                 had
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 made
                 him
                 such
                 a
                 Captaine
                 ,
                 euery
                 part
              
               
                 Is
                 physicall
                 and
                 comforteth
                 the
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 euen
                 my
                 excrements
                 the
                 dropsie
                 cures
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 teares
                 ,
                 like
                 precious
                 Iewels
                 ,
                 man
                 allures
                 .
              
               
               
                 To
                 seek
                 them
                 vp
                 ,
                 wheresoeuer
                 they
                 be
                 shed
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 skin
                 great
                 Captaines
                 weare
                 when
                 I
                 am
                 dead
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 boast
                 that
                 they
                 haue
                 such
                 a
                 coat
                 of
                 proofe
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 wounds
                 withstands
                 ,
                 whence
                 venome
                 stands
                 aloofe
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 why
                 )
                 O
                 baser
                 creatures
                 )
                 dare
                 you
                 brag
              
               
                 And
                 match
                 your selues
                 with
                 the
                 long
                 liuing
                 Stag
                 ?
              
               
                 My
                 life
                 is
                 long
                 ,
                 cause
                 I
                 with
                 cost
                 am
                 wrought
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 nature
                 slights
                 your
                 liues
                 ,
                 as
                 good
                 for
                 nought
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 crested
                 Horse
                 ,
                 with
                 fiery
                 eyes
                 did
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 inward
                 rage
                 did
                 in
                 his
                 hot
                 blood
                 flgw
              
               
                 To
                 heare
                 this
                 bold
                 speech
                 vttered
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 head
              
               
                 Tost
                 in
                 the
                 ayre
                 his
                 hardned
                 hoofes
                 doth
                 tread
              
               
                 The
                 scornd
                 earth
                 with
                 contempt
                 ,
                 then
                 thus
                 breaks
                 out
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 O
                 thou
                 fearefull
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 rout
              
               
                 Of
                 hunted
                 beasts
                 ,
                 how
                 haps
                 it
                 that
                 you
                 dare
              
               
                 With
                 me
                 your
                 master
                 and
                 your
                 Lord
                 compare
                 ?
              
               
                 Forget
                 ye
                 my
                 preheminence
                 ?
                 the
                 loue
              
               
                 Man
                 beares
                 me
                 ?
                 how
                 one
                 spirit
                 seemes
                 to
                 mo●e
              
               
                 Me
                 and
                 my
                 rider
                 ?
                 that
                 we
                 start
                 and
                 run
                 ,
              
               
                 Stop
                 ,
                 turne
                 ,
                 trot
                 ,
                 amble
                 ,
                 as
                 we
                 were
                 but
                 one
                 ?
              
               
                 Haue
                 you
                 at
                 any
                 time
                 been
                 calld
                 to
                 war
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 none
                 but
                 Captaines
                 and
                 great
                 Souldiers
                 are
                 ?
              
               
                 Trusted
                 to
                 heare
                 their
                 Councels
                 ?
                 on
                 your
                 backe
              
               
                 Borne
                 the
                 Commander
                 of
                 that
                 royall
                 packe
                 ?
              
               
                 I
                 haue
                 done
                 this
                 and
                 more
                 ,
                 borne
                 him
                 about
              
               
                 Through
                 worlds
                 of
                 danger
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 borne
                 him
                 out
              
               
                 He
                 trusts
                 me
                 when
                 his
                 legs
                 he
                 dare
                 not
                 trust
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 his
                 hand
                 ,
                 faile
                 them
                 performe
                 I
                 must
                 .
              
               
                 Nay
                 when
                 he
                 failes
                 himselfe
                 in
                 euery
                 part
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 adde
                 another
                 life
                 ,
                 another
                 heart
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 war
                 I
                 thus
                 befriend
                 him
                 ,
                 in
                 his
                 need
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 in
                 peace
                 ,
                 I
                 helpe
                 his
                 wants
                 to
                 feed
                 .
              
               
               
                 I
                 till
                 this
                 land
                 that
                 else
                 would
                 barren
                 be
                 ,
              
               
                 Beare
                 all
                 his
                 carriage
                 ,
                 and
                 am
                 seldome
                 free
              
               
                 From
                 some
                 imploiment
                 ,
                 but
                 must
                 neere
                 him
                 stand
              
               
                 As
                 being
                 fit
                 ,
                 and
                 apt
                 for
                 his
                 command
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 to
                 visit
                 friends
                 abroad
                 doth
                 fare
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 must
                 along
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 true
                 friends
                 we
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 intends
                 to
                 hunt
                 such
                 beasts
                 as
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 sport
                 ,
                 or
                 hate
                 ,
                 or
                 need
                 ,
                 he
                 lets
                 me
                 know
              
               
                 The
                 time
                 ,
                 the
                 place
                 ,
                 the
                 end
                 ,
                 and
                 we
                 agree●
              
               
                 I
                 see
                 the
                 sport
                 ,
                 and
                 hunt
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 he
                 .
              
               
                 How
                 often
                 haue
                 I
                 seene
                 some
                 fearefull
                 Hart
                 ,
              
               
                 Perhaps
                 your
                 ●ire
                 ,
                 at
                 my
                 dread
                 presence
                 start
                 ;
              
               
                 Fly
                 hence
                 with
                 vtmost
                 speed
                 ,
                 and
                 neuer
                 slacke
              
               
                 His
                 willing
                 pace
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 vpon
                 my
                 backe
              
               
                 Bearing
                 my
                 noble
                 master
                 haue
                 at
                 length
              
               
                 O'retane
                 the
                 lubber
                 ,
                 hauing
                 lost
                 his
                 strength
                 ?
              
               
                 VVhilst
                 I
                 still
                 foming
                 courage
                 ,
                 breathing
                 sprite
                 ,
              
               
                 Haue
                 sought
                 another
                 conquest
                 long
                 ere
                 night
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 after
                 that
                 a
                 third
                 ,
                 vnwearied
                 yet
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 you
                 your selfe
                 as
                 Paralell
                 will
                 set
              
               
                 To
                 match
                 and
                 ouermatch
                 my
                 worth
                 ,
                 my
                 force
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 weake
                 Stags
                 might
                 braue
                 the
                 peerelesse
                 Horse
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 physicall
                 receipts
                 easily
                 yeeld
                 ,
              
               
                 Aliue
                 I
                 profit
                 man
                 ,
                 you
                 being
                 ●ild
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 makes
                 him
                 seeke
                 your
                 death
                 ,
                 my
                 life
                 to
                 saue
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 being
                 dead
                 my
                 parts
                 their
                 vertues
                 haue
                 .
              
               
                 VVhich
                 I
                 refer
                 to
                 others
                 to
                 relate●
              
               
                 As
                 scorning
                 Hog-like
                 to
                 doe
                 good
                 so
                 late
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 only
                 I
                 conclude
                 ,
                 If
                 man
                 should
                 choose
              
               
                 To
                 saue
                 but
                 one
                 ,
                 hee
                 'd
                 both
                 of
                 you
                 refuse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 
                 The
                 armed
                 Bull
                 sweld
                 ,
                 pu●t
                 and
                 roard
                 alowd
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 heare
                 ●he
                 Hart
                 so
                 bold
                 ,
                 the
                 Horse
                 so
                 proud
                 .
              
               
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 while
                 they
                 spake
                 ,
                 he
                 tost
                 about
              
               
                 With
                 hornes
                 and
                 hoofes
                 the
                 dust
                 ;
                 then
                 bellowd
                 out
              
               
                 This
                 bolder
                 braue
                 ;
                 What
                 ignorance
                 is
                 this
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 causeth
                 both
                 of
                 you
                 ,
                 so
                 much
                 amis●e
              
               
                 To
                 boast
                 your
                 false
                 worths
                 ,
                 and
                 neglect
                 the
                 true
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 res●s
                 in
                 me
                 ,
                 belongs
                 to
                 none
                 of
                 you
                 ?
              
               
                 The
                 Wolfe
                 ,
                 the
                 Greyhound
                 ,
                 and
                 ●ach
                 questing
                 cur
                 ,
              
               
                 Makes
                 thee
                 poore
                 trembling
                 Hart
                 keepe
                 such
                 a
                 stir
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 shift
                 thy
                 layer
                 ,
                 as
                 if
                 thy
                 life
                 were
                 lost
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 euery
                 faint
                 blast
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 leaues
                 downe
                 tost●
              
               
                 And
                 this
                 couragious
                 Horse
                 ,
                 that
                 makes
                 a
                 quoile
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 wounds
                 in
                 war
                 ,
                 and
                 tilling
                 o●
                 the
                 soyle
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 many
                 other
                 vses
                 fit
                 for
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 As
                 they
                 that
                 least
                 can
                 doe
                 ,
                 best
                 cauill
                 can
                 )
              
               
                 Let
                 this
                 his
                 answer
                 be
                 ,
                 the
                 spur
                 and
                 bit
              
               
                 Shewes
                 man
                 trusts
                 not
                 his
                 courage
                 ,
                 nor
                 his
                 wit.
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 he
                 tyre
                 or
                 faint
                 ,
                 his
                 spur
                 prouokes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 prickes
                 him
                 forward
                 ,
                 with
                 continuall
                 strokes
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 if
                 with
                 head-strong
                 heat
                 ,
                 he
                 madly
                 rides
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 bridle
                 curbes
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 folly
                 guides
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 All
                 voluntary
                 acts
                 the
                 actors
                 praise
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Not
                 such
                 as
                 others
                 by
                 constraint
                 doe
                 raise
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Out
                 of
                 our
                 natures
                 ,
                 whilst
                 we
                 easily
                 are
              
               
                 "
                 Made
                 instruments
                 either
                 of
                 peace
                 ,
                 or
                 war●
              
               
                 Else
                 might
                 our
                 horned
                 Heards
                 ,
                 the
                 rescue
                 boast
              
               
                 Of
                 Hannibal
                 and
                 his
                 distressed
                 hoast
                 ,
                 
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 with
                 lights
                 and
                 torches
                 tyde
                 to
                 vs
                 ,
              
               
                 Escapt
                 the
                 trap
                 ,
                 of
                 lingring
                 Fabius
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 truth
                 is
                 far
                 from
                 such
                 ostents
                 ,
                 those
                 deeds
                 
              
               
                 We
                 call
                 our
                 owne
                 ,
                 which
                 from
                 our
                 choice
                 proceeds
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 yoke
                 we
                 beare
                 ,
                 and
                 wherewithall
                 we
                 till
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 for
                 man
                 ,
                 is
                 by
                 constraint
                 ,
                 not
                 will●
              
               
               
                 What
                 comfort
                 from
                 our
                 flesh
                 ,
                 or
                 from
                 our
                 Cowes
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 calues
                 ,
                 or
                 milke
                 ,
                 or
                 Cheese
                 or
                 Butter
                 flowes
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 physicall
                 receipts
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 are
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 vsefuller
                 ,
                 then
                 what
                 you
                 both
                 before
              
               
                 Haue
                 mentioned
                 ,
                 so
                 freely
                 I
                 confesse
              
               
                 Man
                 hath
                 in
                 them
                 the
                 glory
                 more
                 or
                 lesse
                 .
              
               
                 His
                 wit
                 and
                 industry
                 ,
                 in
                 them
                 is
                 seene
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 th'
                 Authors
                 goodnesse
                 from
                 whom
                 first
                 we
                 been
                 ,
              
               
                 War
                 is
                 the
                 good
                 you
                 glory
                 in
                 ,
                 which
                 springs
              
               
                 From
                 mans
                 ambitious
                 ignorance
                 ,
                 and
                 brings
              
               
                 Wants
                 ,
                 woe
                 ,
                 and
                 death
                 ,
                 with
                 many
                 ills
                 beside
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 scourge
                 vs
                 all
                 ,
                 through
                 ou●
                 great
                 masters
                 pride
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 at
                 the
                 best
                 ,
                 you
                 are
                 but
                 slaues
                 to
                 such
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 feeding
                 you
                 ,
                 foode
                 to
                 thei●
                 like
                 doe
                 grutch
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 through
                 your
                 force
                 ,
                 their
                 owne
                 reuengements
                 take
                 ,
              
               
                 Whilst
                 you
                 to
                 stout
                 men
                 ;
                 cowards
                 equall
                 make●
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 from
                 you
                 they
                 borrow
                 ,
                 they
                 must
                 grant
              
               
                 They
                 feare
                 their
                 foes
                 enioy
                 ,
                 whilst
                 they
                 doe
                 want
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 therefore
                 all
                 the
                 nobler
                 nations
                 vse
              
               
                 To
                 sight
                 on
                 foot
                 ,
                 whilst
                 coward
                 rather
                 choose
              
               
                 To
                 share
                 with
                 beasts
                 in
                 glory
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 get
              
               
                 Themselues
                 a
                 name
                 ,
                 through
                 your
                 foole
                 hardy
                 heat
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 you
                 on
                 them
                 ,
                 and
                 they
                 on
                 you
                 depend
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 seruice
                 iudgement
                 neuer
                 did
                 commend
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 in
                 sportiue
                 war
                 ,
                 and
                 warlike
                 sport
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 doe
                 your
                 rider
                 from
                 himselfe
                 transport
                 .
              
               
                 Whilst
                 you
                 not
                 man-li●e
                 grow
                 ,
                 but
                 beast-like
                 he
              
               
                 Resembles
                 you
                 ,
                 in
                 all
                 these
                 sports
                 we
                 see
                 .
              
               
                 Yea
                 often
                 to
                 mischance
                 you
                 doe
                 betray
              
               
                 Your
                 heedlesse
                 rider
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 midst
                 of
                 play
              
               
                 Pr●cipitate
                 his
                 soddaine
                 fortune
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 who
                 hath
                 you
                 a
                 fai●nd
                 ,
                 shall
                 need
                 no
                 〈◊〉
              
               
               
                 But
                 may
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 a
                 happy
                 man
                 proclaime
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 by
                 your
                 meanes
                 he
                 scapes
                 without
                 a
                 maime
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 if
                 either
                 of
                 you
                 ,
                 thinke
                 you
                 can
                 ,
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 your
                 owne
                 worthes
                 ,
                 proue
                 more
                 fit
                 for
                 man
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 better
                 able
                 to
                 defend
                 ,
                 and
                 guard
                 ,
              
               
                 Him
                 whom
                 we
                 serue
                 ,
                 from
                 whom
                 we
                 haue
                 reward
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 I
                 can
                 with
                 my
                 hornes
                 ,
                 and
                 harnast
                 hide
                 ,
              
               
                 Proceed
                 to
                 triall
                 ,
                 I
                 defie
                 your
                 pride
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 bold
                 challenge
                 summon
                 you
                 to
                 fight
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 triple
                 combat
                 ,
                 to
                 decide
                 the
                 right
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 They
                 both
                 with
                 eager
                 appetite
                 accept
              
               
                 These
                 wisht
                 conditions
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 this
                 haue
                 stept
              
               
                 For
                 from
                 each
                 other
                 ;
                 all
                 prepard
                 doe
                 stand
              
               
                 At
                 full
                 carere
                 ,
                 to
                 ioyne
                 this
                 treble
                 band
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 field
                 triangle
                 wise
                 they
                 euenly
                 cast
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 each
                 with
                 rage
                 expects
                 ,
                 that
                 dreadly
                 blast
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 warnes
                 them
                 charge
                 .
                 Each
                 roreth
                 out
                 his
                 wrath
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 other
                 need
                 of
                 drums
                 or
                 trumpe●s
                 hath
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Hart
                 doth
                 bray
                 ,
                 the
                 bounding
                 Steed
                 doth
                 neigh
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Bull
                 doth
                 bellow
                 ,
                 deepe
                 ,
                 and
                 lowde
                 and
                 high
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 earth
                 doth
                 tremble
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 ayre
                 doth
                 shun
                 ,
              
               
                 This
                 dreadfull
                 thunder
                 ;
                 as
                 when
                 laden
                 gun
              
               
                 Spits
                 forth
                 its
                 load
                 ,
                 in
                 scorne
                 to
                 be
                 restraind
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 ayre
                 giues
                 way
                 vnto
                 the
                 bullets
                 chaind
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 dreading
                 to
                 resist
                 so
                 mighty
                 force
                 ,
              
               
                 Thus
                 meet
                 the
                 valiant
                 Bull
                 ,
                 the
                 Hart
                 and
                 Horse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Hart
                 and
                 Horse
                 first
                 touch
                 tha'ppointed
                 place
              
               
                 Being
                 more
                 swift
                 ,
                 and
                 apter
                 for
                 the
                 race
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 each
                 other
                 ,
                 with
                 much
                 dange●
                 feele
              
               
                 The
                 force
                 of
                 horned
                 head
                 ,
                 and
                 armed
                 heele
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 ere
                 a
                 second
                 bout
                 they
                 can
                 performe
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 comes
                 the
                 boystrous
                 Bull
                 ,
                 like
                 winters
                 storme
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 seuers
                 them
                 with
                 such
                 a
                 violent
                 push
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 they
                 amazde
                 ,
                 turne
                 giddy
                 with
                 the
                 rush
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 (
                 nimble
                 both
                 and
                 actiue
                 they
                 repay
              
               
                 The
                 sturdie
                 Bull
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 the
                 speed
                 they
                 may
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Hart
                 with
                 his
                 broadhornes
                 ,
                 doth
                 make
                 him
                 reel●
              
               
                 But
                 the
                 kinde
                 Horse
                 ,
                 vpholds
                 him
                 with
                 his
                 heele
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Bull
                 thanks
                 neither
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 one
                 did
                 pearce
              
               
                 His
                 hollow
                 flanke
                 ,
                 the
                 other
                 much
                 more
                 fearce
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 breake
                 a
                 rib
                 ,
                 and
                 bruise
                 his
                 shoulder
                 blade
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 taught
                 him
                 with
                 lesse
                 choller
                 to
                 inuade
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 th'ods
                 is
                 soone
                 recouer'd
                 with
                 his
                 horne
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 hath
                 the
                 belly
                 of
                 the
                 Courser
                 torne
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 rent
                 one
                 weaker
                 beame
                 ,
                 from
                 branched
                 Hart
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 trees
                 by
                 thunder
                 riuen
                 ,
                 or
                 clouen
                 athwart
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 subtle
                 Hart
                 ,
                 then
                 shuns
                 those
                 ruder
                 blowes
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 tho'ds
                 of
                 handistrokes
                 too
                 dearely
                 knowes●
              
               
                 The
                 Horse
                 taught
                 by
                 his
                 wounds
                 ,
                 doth
                 keepe
                 aloofe
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 stands
                 vpon
                 defence
                 ,
                 with
                 hardned
                 hoofe
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Bull
                 assaults
                 them
                 both
                 with
                 watchfull
                 eye
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 seeks
                 how
                 he
                 aduantages
                 may
                 spie
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Horse
                 and
                 Hart
                 vpon
                 their
                 guard
                 do
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 doubt
                 and
                 iealousie
                 ,
                 on
                 either
                 hand
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Bull
                 assaults
                 the
                 Hart
                 ,
                 but
                 he
                 giues
                 way
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 slips
                 his
                 furie
                 with
                 what
                 slight
                 he
                 may
                 .
              
               
                 Yet
                 turnes
                 not
                 head
                 ,
                 as
                 fearefull
                 cowards
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 wefes
                 aside
                 ,
                 to
                 tyre
                 his
                 foe
                 with
                 skill
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Bull
                 then
                 strikes
                 the
                 Horse
                 a
                 deadly
                 cuff
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 he
                 requites
                 him
                 with
                 a
                 counterbuff
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Hart
                 strikes
                 in
                 betwixt
                 ,
                 the
                 Bull
                 turnes
                 rownd
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Horse
                 leaps
                 right
                 vp
                 ,
                 doth
                 coruet
                 ,
                 and
                 bownd
                 ;
              
               
                 So
                 at
                 one
                 instant
                 ,
                 fatally
                 they
                 me●te
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Bull
                 his
                 death
                 meets
                 from
                 the
                 Horses
                 feet
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Hart
                 th'
                 aduantage
                 takes
                 ,
                 the
                 ●orse
                 aloft
              
               
                 Strikes
                 his
                 one
                 horne
                 into
                 his
                 belly
                 soft
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 there
                 hangs
                 fast
                 ;
                 the
                 Horse
                 doth
                 with
                 his
                 fall
                 .
              
               
                 Breakes
                 the
                 Harts
                 necke
                 ,
                 this
                 is
                 the
                 end
                 of
                 all
              
               
                 None
                 hath
                 the
                 conquest
                 ,
                 all
                 of
                 them
                 are
                 slaine
                 .
              
               
                 Their
                 death
                 's
                 not
                 doubted
                 ,
                 long
                 they
                 there
                 remaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 that
                 the
                 King
                 their
                 Master
                 ,
                 hauing
                 neede
              
               
                 Of
                 their
                 attendance
                 ,
                 goes
                 his
                 guard
                 to
                 feed
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 none
                 might
                 tend
                 them
                 else
                 ,
                 least
                 they
                 acquainted
              
               
                 With
                 others
                 bribes
                 ,
                 by
                 treason
                 should
                 be
                 tainted
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 So
                 enters
                 he
                 the
                 place
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 he
                 spies
              
               
                 What
                 doth
                 affright
                 him
                 ,
                 all
                 his
                 comfort
                 lies
              
               
                 Dead
                 at
                 his
                 feet
                 ,
                 then
                 sadly
                 going
                 neere
              
               
                 Their
                 carrion
                 corpes
                 ,
                 he
                 doth
                 a
                 murmur
                 heare
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 armed
                 souldiers
                 in
                 a
                 Citie
                 sound
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 fire
                 in
                 th'
                 ayre
                 ,
                 or
                 wind
                 within
                 the
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 doubting
                 the
                 successe
                 ,
                 three
                 seuerall
                 swarmes
              
               
                 He
                 sees
                 prepar'd
                 for
                 fight
                 ,
                 and
                 vp
                 in
                 armes
                 .
              
               
                 Bees
                 from
                 the
                 Bull
                 ,
                 Waspes
                 from
                 the
                 Hors●
                 do
                 start
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Hornets
                 from
                 the
                 melancholly
                 Hart.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 He
                 motions
                 peace
                 ,
                 and
                 hopes
                 to
                 part
                 the
                 fray
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 send
                 three
                 souldiers
                 ,
                 who
                 sends
                 him
                 away
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 each
                 of
                 them
                 doth
                 fix
                 his
                 venomd
                 sting
                 ,
              
               
                 Wit●in
                 the
                 flesh
                 of
                 the
                 amazed
                 King.
              
               
                 He
                 flies
                 with
                 speed
                 from
                 thence
                 ,
                 they
                 fight
                 it
                 out
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 conq●est
                 all
                 expect
                 ,
                 all
                 feare
                 and
                 doubt
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 what
                 befell
                 I
                 know
                 not
                 ;
                 this
                 I
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 cride
                 out
                 aloud
                 .
                 The
                 euils
                 that
                 grow
                 
              
               
                 From
                 pride
                 ,
                 ambition
                 ,
                 and
                 excesse
                 of
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 Like
                 thanklesse
                 curs
                 ,
                 flie
                 in
                 their
                 masters
                 face
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Beasts
                 will
                 be
                 beasts
                 ,
                 doe
                 bounty
                 what
                 it
                 can
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 T
                 is
                 cast
                 away
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 giuen
                 to
                 worthlesse
                 man.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 O
                 Princes
                 banish
                 faction
                 from
                 the
                 Court
                 ,
              
               
                 It
                 sowres
                 all
                 actions
                 ,
                 leauens
                 euery
                 sport
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 ,
                 when
                 it
                 should
                 sweetly
                 close
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 one
                 false
                 friend
                 riseth
                 a
                 thousand
                 foes
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A68703-e420
           
             a
             Ar●s
             are
             Natures
             sp●ctacles
             to
             be●
             imperfection●
             If
             ●hey
             be
             n●
             whole
             and
             〈◊〉
             for
             the
             part●
             that
             vs●th
             them
             ,
             th●●
             rather
             ●ure
             then
             inlight●
             ind●ement
             .
          
           
             b
             The
             Romi●
             Catholicks
             o●pose
             the
             wri●●en
             word
             wit
             traditions
             ,
             〈◊〉
             unwritte●●
             v●●ities
             ,
             as
             the
             ●alsly
             ca●●
             them
             .
          
           
             Thales
             .
          
           
             Columbus
             .
          
           
             Democr
             .
             Alex.
             Ma●
             .
          
           
             c
             The
             f
             ●e●
             o●
             the
             e●uits
             .
          
           
             ●e
             mireris
             ●bsecro
             ,
             s●ationes
             de
             ●s
             ●●fe●re
             ●on
             po●i●a
             :
             saris
             ●ctu●
             pu●re
             debes
             ,
             i
             non
             mi●us
             proba●les
             quam
             ●u●uis
             ali●s
             ,
             ●ationes
             ●ttuler●m
             .
             ●e●uum●●st
             memi●s●e
             &
             m●●ui
             disierā
             ,
             &
             vos
             qu●
             udicabitis
             ●omines
             ●ste
             :
             vt
             s●●●●babilia
             〈◊〉
             ●●hil
             〈◊〉
             req●●●tis
             .
             ●la●●
             in
             ●imaeo
             .
          
           
             d
             ●he
             ●ault
             Seneca
             ●
             Sir
             ●●as
             ●erbury
             .
          
           
             e
             Looke
             on
             〈◊〉
             front
             .
          
           
             f
             Many
             of
             his
             sch●ll●r
             haue
             learned
             this
             le●●on
             .
          
           
             g
             Regu
             ad
             ex●mplum
             .
             &c.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e3310
           
             *
             Quasi
             d●rsus
             pandus
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e6640
           
             in
             .
             lib.
             8.
             ●spae
             ●iunt
             corporibus
             ●uorum
             ortuorum
             :
             ●es
             ranarū
             iortuarum
             :
             ●nae
             ver●
             &
             ●gues
             ex●
             utrefactioe
             aquae
             .
             ●omment
             .
             〈◊〉
             lib●
             1●
             Arist
             M●aphy
             .
             bis
             ●erpentibus
             ●st
             inimica
             ●ostro
             enim
             ,
             ●os
             percuti●
             nterficit
             &
             leuorat
             .
             Arist
             .
          
           
             Diod●
             Sicul●
             lib●
             3.
             
          
           
             Plin.
             lib.
             cap●
             22.
             
             Cacoble
             alias
             .
             Ca●
             cotheph●
             
          
           
             ut
             .
             in
             vit●
             ex●
             mag
             .
          
           
             Psal
             .
             1
             
          
           
             p
             Colo
             c●
             3.
             v.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e7650
           
             Lyci●ca
             .
          
           
             A●lianus
             I.
             ●
             .
             Praet●rc●rrunt
             autem
             ripam
             ,
             &
             suffurantes
             bibunt
             ,
             quant●●
             est
             capere
             :
             iterum
             aeque
             iterum
             .
          
           
             Ps●l
             .
             106.
             13.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e9430
           
             Gryp●
             animal
             pennatum
             &
             quadrupes
             .
             Hae
             belluae
             di●untur
             ess●
             in
             S●ythia●
             &
             cum
             Arimaspis
             qui
             vnicum
             haben●
             oculum
             ,
             auri
             causa
             quod
             custodiunt●
             assiduè
             bellu●
             g●rere
             .
             
               Plin.
               lib●
            
             10.
             
          
           
             Gen.
             3
             1.
             
             Serpens
             enim
             erat
             as●utus
             ,
             astu●●or
             quauis
             bestia
             agri
             .
          
           
             Goodmatters
             may
             be
             propounded
             with
             an
             ill
             minde
             .
          
           
             Gryps
             quadru
             Gryps
             ter
             vol●
             recitat●
             Deut.
             1●
             
          
           
             Elephas
             animal
             quod
             ma
             nitudine
             inter
             om
             nia
             anim
             lia
             quadr●
             pedia
             excellit
             :
             I●
             .
             tellectu
             &
             memoria
             multum
             vigens
             .
             Plin.
             Solit.
             Regulus
             ,
             or
             ,
             Reg●liolu●
             
          
           
             Gryph●
             Capite●●
             alis
             Aqu
             similis●
             〈◊〉
             quo
             cor●
             re
             simili●
             Leoni
             .
             Isid
             .
             l.
             1●●
             
          
           
             Aquil●
             mas●
             
          
           
             Vnum
             opus
             optim●
             fi●
             ab
             vno●
             Arist
             .
             l.
             2.
             
             Politic.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e11650
           
             ena
             cru●is
             es●
             be●similis
             ●o
             ,
             &c.
             ●cuit
             do●g
             per
             no●m
             &
             hu●nà
             prout
             ●est
             ●ingi●●em
             Isid
             .
             ●icuiusque
             ●men
             ●n●●it
             ,
             quem
             ●ca●●●o●laceret
             .
             ●d
             :
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e12660
           
             Hippopotamus
             in
             Nilo
             editur
             ,
             Crocodilo
             inimicus
             .
             Pli.
             lib.
             8.
             c.
             25.
             
             Crocodilus
             animal
             quadrupes
             in
             terra
             &
             in
             aquis
             valens
             .
          
           
             Seruo
             enim
             non
             ●as
             est
             ve●um
             dicere
             ,
             quod
             Hero
             suerit
             incommodum
             Enti●
             Chameleo●
             mutat
             s●●m
             ●olorem
             infl●tus
             A●ist
             ,
             Hist
             .
             Animal●
             lib.
             11.
             cap.
             11.
             
          
           
             Phi●●
             lib.
             8
             ,
             cap●
             26●
             
          
           
             Regnum
             potius
             ab
             assentatoribus
             quam
             ab
             hostibus
             euertitur●F
             .
             Patr.
             Seu.
             Comm
             de
             Inst
             .
             Princ●
             lib.
             5.
             
          
           
             Solus
             inter
             animali●
             superiorem
             maudibulā
             mouet
             Crocodilus
             .
             Isid
             .
          
           
             Philip
             Cōmineus
             .
             lib.
             ●
             .
             c●p
             .
             2
             ,
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e15200
           
             Phaenix
             vnica
             dicitur
             este
             ,
             auis
             ,
             &
             in
             toto
             orbe
             terrarum
             singularis
             .
             Isid
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e18510
           
             Demogorgon
             omnium
             Deorum
             primus
             ,
             in
             media
             terra
             degen●
             ,
             crassissima
             n●bula
             circumdatus
             ,
             situ
             obductus
             est
             .
             Ima
             Deorum
             ex
             Boccacio
             .
             Q●od
             non
             e●t
             cognitum
             est
             ens
             .
             Arist
             lib.
             8
             de
             gener
             .
             &
             corr
             .
             Impossibile
             ●st
             scire
             quid
             est
             ignorare
             ,
             si
             est
             .
             Posterior
             .
             lib●
             2.
             
             Plut●rch
             .
             vita
             The●istocl
             .
             Socra
             .
             Hoc
             scio
             me
             n●hil
             scire
             .
             Ouid.
             Met-lib
             1.
             
             ●
             Omne
             quod
             fit
             a
             natu●a
             ●it
             secu●dum
             ordinem
             .
             Arist
             lib.
             16.
             
             Animal
             .
          
           
             Humnm
             degerit
             Talpa
             ,
             &
             radices
             subt●a
             comedit
             &
             corrodit
             .
             Isid●●
             .
             12.
             
          
           
             Omnia
             corrumpuntur
             in
             ea
             ex
             quibus
             sunt
             .
             Ar●
             lib.
             3.
             
             Metaphy
             .
          
           
             Tenebrae
             sunt
             priuatio
             luminis
             .
             Arist
             .
             l.
             2.
             de
             anima●
             Arist●
             de
             gener
             .
             &
             corrup
             .
             lib.
             1.
             
          
           
             Talpa
             sol●
             odit
             &
             fugit
             Isid
             .
             Omne
             animal
             generans
             ;
             sibi
             similes
             habet
             oculos
             praeter
             talpam
             ,
             &c.
             Arist
             ..
             Talpa
             non
             hab●t
             oculos
             quia
             in
             generatione
             e●us
             naturale
             editur
             .
             Arist●
             l.
             4.
             de
             animal●
             Talpa
             rostrum
             habe●●d
             modum
             porci
             .
          
           
             Talpa
             .
             Cor●um
             rump●tur
             qu●●do
             incipit
             mo●i
             ,
             &
             ●um
             ●●●pit
             ap●rire
             oc●los●
             A●●st
             .
          
           
             A●r
             fit
             Cam
             leonti
             cibus
             .
             Chameleon
             gyrat
             oculos
             ●uos
             frequenter
             circumqueque
             .
             Arist
             .
          
           
             Illud
             .
             quod
             est
             in
             corpore
             ●uo
             est
             modicae
             carnis
             .
          
           
             Corpus
             pellucidum
             illum
             inatur
             per
             reflectionem
             ,
             corpus
             coeleste
             solum
             per
             se
             .
             Com.
             in
             Arist
             .
             lib.
             1.
             
             Met.
             Lux
             est
             visibilis
             per
             se
             :
             color
             verò
             mediaute
             luce
             .
             Com.
             in
             Ar.
             l.
             2.
             de
             Anima
             .
          
           
             Omnia
             elementa
             putresiunt
             preter
             ignem
             .
             Arist
             .
             l.
             4.
             
             Meteo
             .
          
           
             Stellae
             e●●●
             non
             vidatur
             de
             die
             propter
             lumen
             solis
             ●om
             .
             Ar.
             l.
             2.
             de
             Anima
             .
          
           
             Salamar●
             drae
             tantus
             est
             rigor
             ,
             vr
             ignem
             tactu
             extingu●t
             sicut
             glacies
             .
             P●●n
             l.
             10.
             fructus
             arborum
             inficit
             ,
             aquas
             corrumpit
             .
             Ex
             gu●bus
             s●
             quis
             comederit
             vel
             .
             biberi●
             mox
             necatur
             .
             Plin.
             l.
             10.
             
             Murena
             non
             à
             suo
             simili
             concip●tur
             ,
             sed
             à
             serpente
             .
             I
             sid
             .
             l.
             12.
             cap.
             6.
             
          
           
             Dubitato
             .
             ●um
             solummodo
             ●st
             veritatis
             inquisit●o
             .
             A●stot
             .
             Me●
             .
             l.
             3.
             
          
           
             L●mprey
             quasi
             Lampetra●
             Of
             licking
             rocks
             .
             Camden
             .
          
           
             Bribes
             are
             faithfull
             friends
             ,
             for
             gifts
             corrupt
             the
             wise
             .
          
           
             Lamprey
             ,
             quasi
             Lampetra
             
               Of
               li●●ing
               the
               r●ck●
            
             .
             Camden
             in
             Worstershire
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e23540
           
             Tantae
             caliditatis
             est
             Stru●hiocamelus
             quod
             ferrum
             deglutit
             ,
             dirigit
             &
             co●sumit
             Isisid
             .
          
           
             Stercusferri
             eximium
             rarumque
             medicamentum
             ad
             omnesiocineris
             &
             splenis
             obstructiones
             .
             Mathiol●
             Medicamētum
             ex●ccacatorium
             .
             Idem
             Mathiol
             .
          
           
             They
             are
             called
             his
             egges
             ,
             because
             hee
             trod
             the
             hen
             that
             laid
             them
             .
          
           
             Naturaliter
             equum
             odit
             Aren●m
             fodit
             &
             ibi
             ponit
             oua
             ●ua
             quae
             fabulocooperit
             &
             regi●
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e25310
           
             ●nocrotaus
             est
             auis
             luos
             ha●ens
             vte●os
             .
             In
             vno
             ●ecipit
             ,
             in
             〈◊〉
             deco●uit
             .
             Isid
             .
          
           
             ●strum
             ●aquam
             ergens
             ●rridum●
             cit
             ●o●m
             ,
             Asino
             mor●
             .
             id
             .
          
           
             ●in
             litoquies●ēs
             ●rum
             su●uper
             ●um
             eri●Et
             sui
             us
             acu●e
             con●nsul●um
             ●ipitris
             ●raemu●s●d
             .
          
           
             Draco
             maximus
             est
             cunctorum
             serpentium
             à
             spelnuci●
             abstractu●
             sertur
             in
             aerem
             .
          
           
             Excitatur
             propter
             ●um
             aer
             ,
             &
             mare
             contra
             eius
             ventu●
             contumescet
             .
             Isid
             .
             lib.
             12.
             
             Solum
             habet
             venenum
             in
             lingua
             &
             in
             felle
             .
             Plin.
             ●
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e29980
           
             Pol.
             Virg.
             lib.
             1
             c.
             19.
             de
             inuent
             .
             rer
             ▪
             
          
           
             Asinus
             est●
             animal
             maxim●
             frigoris●
             impatiens
             .
             Plin.
             lib.
             8.
             cap.
             4●
             
          
           
             Tria●
             ver●
             cùm
             sint●
             opus
             ,
             cibus
             .
             &
             cast●gatio
             .
             &c.
             Arist
             .
             O●conomi●
             lib.
             cap.
             ●
             .
          
           
             Verberās●
             absque
             ira
             peior
             ,
             est
             verberā●e
             cum
             ●ra●
             Com.
             in
             Arist●
             1.
             6.
             
             Metaph.
             
          
           
             You
             be
             ●s
             Gods
             knowing
             good
             ●u
             euill
             .
          
           
             ●hat
             is
             a
             comnon
             cas●
             .
          
           
             Aquas
             transire
             &
             pedes
             in
             eis
             figere
             multum
             horret
             .
             Ari.
             5.
             de
             Animal
             .
          
           
             Eccles
             .
             8.
             13.
             
          
           
             Ca●den
             .
             Hist●
             Antiq.
             Ir●●
             .
          
           
             G●●
             .
             ●
             .
             5.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e33090
           
             Principatu●
             virum
             o●tendit
             .
             Ari●t
             .
             l.
             5.
             
             Metaphys
             .
             Tacit●
             Hist●
             lib.
             1.
             cap.
             7.
             
          
           
             Exod.
             8●
             17
             
          
           
             Act●
             12
             23.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             82.
             
             ●
             .
          
           
             Reu.
             17.
             2.
             
             Iudg●
             cap.
             4.
             17.
             cap.
             9
             53.
             
             Gra●ton
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e33840
           
             Cambden
             in
             his
             Brit.
             Alluding
             to
             the
             ages
             of
             the
             ●hurch
             .
             1.
             
             The
             Prin●●tiue
             ,
             by
             ●●ason
             of
             ou●ward●
             persecution
             ,
             being
             obscure
             .
             2.
             
             The
             second
             vnder
             the
             Spiritu●ll
             persecution
             of
             Antichrist
             ,
             being
             fabulous
             .
             3.
             
             The
             third
             being
             our
             Age
             ,
             where
             Cōtrouersies
             are
             tried
             by
             the
             cleare
             Sun-shine
             of
             Gods
             Word
             ,
             and
             so
             certaine
             and
             Histo●icall
             .
             Pol.
             Virg.
             Rer.
             ●nuen
             .
             Cap.
             14.
             lib.
             1.
             
          
           
             Motus
             ●raec●d●t
             e●pus
             ●aturali●er
             ,
             &
             Tempus
             consequi●u●
             mot●m
             .
             A●ist
             .
             Ph●sic
             .
             lib.
             4.
             
             Causatur
             autem
             motus
             primo
             &
             princ●pal●ter
             à
             circumuolutione
             Coel●
             .
             A●ist
             .
             Motus
             est
             transitus
             à
             termino
             ad
             terminum
             .
             Tem●us
             ●st
             re●um
             mu●abilium
             men●u●●
             .
             A●ist
             .
          
           
             Vigila●
             tempus
             cum
             dormire
             videtur
             :
             dumque
             vigilat
             s●mul
             dormire
             Idem
             .
             que
             cum
             si●
             stit
             ,
             volat
             ;
             &
             cum
             volat
             ,
             consistit
             .
             Vince
             Chartarius
             .
             Sunt
             anno●um
             diuersa
             genera
             .
             1.
             
             Annus
             Lunaris
             .
             2.
             
             Annus
             Solarus
             .
             3.
             
             Annus
             Magnus
             .
          
           
             Persecutions
             are
             l●ke
             clouds
             and
             stormes
             ,
             which
             benight
             the
             Gospel●
             The
             Morning
             is
             deliueranc●
             from
             e●●o●
             .
          
           
             and
             darknesse
             by
             the
             Gospel
             ;
             which
             obtaines
             free
             passage
             ,
             and
             cleares
             and
             reformes
             the
             abuses
             of
             superstitious
             times
             .
          
           
             Pausanias
             ●cribit
             Grae
             cos
             gallu●●
             generatos
             e●●e
             ,
             vt
             Apollini
             sacrum
             ;
             Is
             enim
             ca●tu
             mane
             ●olis
             aduentum
             anuncia●
             Vin.
             Cha●●
             .
          
           
             ●hocas
             .
          
           
             Luk.
             22.
             
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             Luc●an
             .
          
           
             Pho●as
             ha●ing
             slaine
             Mauritiu●
             ga●●
             the
             title
             of
             vniuer●all
             Bishop
             to
             Boniface
             then
             Bishop
             of
             Rome
             .
             The
             Crosse●
             
               Omnia
               haec
               tibi
               d●bo
               .
               Math.
               4.
               
               9●
            
          
           
             Servus
             Seruorum
             .
          
           
             Culpas
             huius
             redarguere
             prae●umit
             mor●●lium
             nullus●
             
          
           
             Diabolus
             st●tit
             super
             pinnas
             Templi
             .
             Math.
             4.
             5.
             
          
           
             Epimythium
             .
             Prin●ipium
             plus
             ●st
             quam
             dimidium
             totius
             .
             Ari●t
             .
             ●
             .
             5.
             
             Pol.
             2.
             
             King.
             9.
             32.
             
          
           
             Psal
             .
             ●16
             .
             v.
             105.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e42400
           
             Romulus
             &
             Remus
             nur●ed
             by
             a
             Wolfe
             ,
             ●omulus●ew
             ●ew
             his
             ●rother
             R●nus
             for
             lea●ing
             ouer
             ●he
             walls
             of
             ●is
             Citie
             ●ome
             .
          
           
             Vnion
             .
          
           
             ●nno
             1.
             ●acob
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e47590
           
             Alluding
             to
             the
             Rainbow
             .
          
           
             Ann.
             Dom.
             1588
             The
             seas
             broke
             in
             before
             West
             ,
             now
             East
             .
          
           
             Marshland
             in
             Norfolke
             .
          
           
             New-market
             burned
             with
             many
             other
             notable
             town●
             in
             England
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e51050
           
             Plutar
             in
             vita
             Fabii
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e55550
           
             9
             Worthics
             
          
           
             a
             The
             old
             Maior●
             
          
           
             b
             New
             Maior
             .
          
           
             c
             Aldermen●
             
          
           
             d
             An
             old
             wi●e
             .
          
           
             e
             Smell
             out
             the
             meaning
             .
          
           
             f
             Aldermens
             w●●es
             .
          
           
             Mistres
             Maiores
             .
          
           
             h
             So
             they
             call
             their
             butter
             cakes●
             
          
           
             i
             Bread
             of
             crud●
             .
          
           
             k
             Common
             Irish
             drinke
             .
          
           
             l
             Two
             fidlers
             and
             a
             blind
             boy
             with
             a
             bagpipe
             .
          
           
             m
             Their
             poer●
             Chroniclers
             .
          
           
             n
             One
             of
             the
             Aldermen
             .
          
           
             o
             The
             fidlers
             boy
             .
          
           
             p
             They
             were
             almost
             all
             drunke
             .
          
           
             q
             The
             Sun
             went
             down
             .
          
           
             r
             Master
             Maior
             cald
             to
             his
             wife
             for
             candles
             .
          
           
             ſ
             She
             was
             drunke
             and
             would
             none
             .
          
           
             t
             She
             took
             Master
             M
             ior
             a
             box
             on
             the
             care
             .
          
           
             u
             Mistris
             Maiores
             might
             doe
             what
             she
             would
             .
          
           
             x
             The
             eight
             deadly
             sin
             ,
             and
             more
             shunned
             of
             the
             Irishmen
             then
             the
             other
             seuen
             .
          
           
             y
             Their
             crosses
             ,
             their
             wiues
             .
          
           
             z
             His
             history
             is
             wel
             knowne
             .
          
           
             a
             They
             plot
             and
             consult
             of
             nothing
             else
             .
          
           
             b
             Stories
             out
             of
             the
             Legend
             whi●h
             they
             beleeue
             aboue
             Gods
             Word
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e57730
           
             
               Cambden
               Insula
               vectis
            
             .
             This
             title
             is
             giuen
             them
             by
             our
             worthy
             L.
             chiefe
             Iustice
             of
             Eng.
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A68703-e63940
           
             Psal
             .
             91.
             
          
           
             Aelianus
             .
          
           
             ●sal
             .
             54●
             
          
           
             Plut●r●
             in
             vita
             Han.
             
          
           
             Cunctando
             restitui●
             rem
             Enniu●
             
          
           
             Epimithiū
             .