Novembris monstrum, or, Rome brovght to bed in England with the whores miscarying / made long since for the anniversary solemnity on the fift[h] day of November, in a private colledge in Cambridge, by A.B.C.D.E. ; and now by conquering importunity made publique, for a small memoriall of England's great deliverance from the powder-treason, by E.M.A.D.O.C. A. B. C. D. E. 1641 Approx. 185 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 91 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2008-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A38409 Wing E3 ESTC R36130 15609177 ocm 15609177 104101

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 eng Gunpowder Plot, 1605 -- Poetry. 2006-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-05 Sampled and proofread 2007-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Novemberis Monſtrum.

OR ROME BROVGHT TO BED IN ENGLAND. with The Whores Miſcarying.

Made long ſince for the Anniverſary Solemnity on the fift day of November, In a private Colledge at Cambridge.

By A. B. C. D. E.

And now by conquering importunity made publique.

For a ſmall memoriall of England's great deliverance from the Powder-Treaſon.

By E. M. A. D. O. C.

Monſtrum, Horrendum, Informe, Ingens, cui lumen ademptum.

London, Printed by F. L. for Iohn Burroughes, at the ſigne of the Golden Dragon in Fleetſtreet. 1641.

〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 Frontiſpeece Diſcovered. THe DEVILL plots, the POPE will owen The JESVITE muſt act or none. One God doth SEE and SMILE, and BLAST, What Hell, and Rome, and all forecaſt. 'Tis not the blackneſſe of the Pit Can cloud this EYE from ſeeing it. 'Tis not the deepeneſſe of the Pit, Can ſtraine this ARME from reaching it. Tis not the terrour of the Pit Can ſcare this SMILE from daring it. 〈◊〉 eye can chaſe the thickeſt miſt, • eav'ns Arme can conquer, when it liſt, One looke, one touch, one Smile can quell The Pride and Pollicy of Hell; And l • t them yet more forces call, • e God will be too hard for all.

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Made long ſince.

FOR THE ANNIVERSARY SOLEMNITY on the fift day of November In a private Colledge at Cambridge.

By A. B. C. D. E.

And now By conquering import 〈…〉 made publique.

For a ſmall memoriall of Engla ••• great deliveranc from the Powder-Treaſon.

By E. M. A. D. O. C.

Monſtrum, Horrendum, Informe, Ingens, cui lumen ademptum.

London, Printed by F. L. for T. Slater, at the ſigne of the Swanne in Duck-lane. 1641

THE DEDICATORY. GOe litle Booke, (my unlick't Poetry) And be a Patron to thy ſelfe and mee, Shift it among the crowd, and never ſtay To dreſſe thy ſelfe, like other trim and gay, • ith borrow'd Titles, pluckt from great Ones, who Are honoured by the Honour that they doe, • eare thy owne cloathes, and thinke it more to be Knowne by thy face, then by a livery. • e're truſt unto fond fickleneſſe, that may Afford a ſmile at firſt, and then betray, That hiſſe and kill, that by embraces ſmother, With one hand take, and throw away with th' other, That ow'n a Booke, becauſe the 〈◊〉 ownes them, Or elſe they'd never ow'n the Booke agen, Let thoſe that can warpe Conſcience in a ſtraine And count it but a Poets Spencer veine To fawne and flatter, and have learnt to call; One Good, becauſe he's Great, though worſt of all; Let thoſe who can weigh vertue by the pound, Where it is ſcarce by Drammes and Ounces foun • Who make it then chiefe Maſterpiece of wit, To Banckrupt Honour by out-rayling it Who can ſay I, or No, ſweat, freeze, as hee Is hot or could, who is their Deity. Let ſuch Idolatours of Greatneſſe ſhew, They dare not walke abroad unleſſe they goe Vnder ſome Hee or Shee-Protection: My Muſe ſhall venture in another faſhion Make thine owne licence (little one) and bee Protection to thy ſelfe, a Paſſe to mee. And let ſuch ſcratching Patron-mongers know Thou'lt not on ſtilts, nor yet on Crutches goe, On thy own feet thou'lt either runne or crawle And if thou • anſt not ſtand on them, thou'lt fall, Weigh neither ſmile nor froune, but when you ſee Beſt uſage ſay, this ſhall my Patronbee: And as for others that disdaine, ſay thou My Maſter ownes me not, and why ſhould you? Ʋade (nec Invideo) ſine me Liber Ibis▪
To the Reader. REader, goe on; but firſt pray waſh your eyes Fom Criticiſine curioſityes. Then thou mayeſt ſee the clearer, judge the better: • pend a licentious verdict on each letter, • e peremptorie to condemne or praiſe, • ubſcribe to this with boldneſſe, and that race With a judicious pen, and make it fit For naught but Drugſters ſhops waſt-paper it And ſpare not (Reader) if thy courteſie • id them peruſe that, which it made thee by There are but two I feare, and they ſhall make My feare more careleſſe for their empty ſake As for the the nicer, ſqueaſy, wanton taſt That's alwaies picking, but ſtill loves to waſt, • weigh not his court phancy: let it be Spent on his wanton Thais-poety. And for that carping rout that love to be Still following Momus in his livery, That thinkes their judgements never ſhine, untill They finde ſome blots dropt from anothers quill Let them ſtill grin, and ſnarle, I'le ſayno more Then th' Spart • n Prince to an Amhaſſador, Who being found by him ſporting away The tedious howers of a Summer-day; Amongſt his little children did requeſt The Ambaſſadour to let his cenſure reſt, Till he had children of his owne, juſt ſo Till thou haſt ſomething of thine owne to ſhow: Leave off, or if thou wilt ſtill ſnarling be, Let me ſee thine, Ile doe as much for Thee.
The Introduction. 1. WHere are thoſe criſtall floods, which from our eyes Should make a ſecond Sea? Thoſe briny ſtreames, Which from the ſwelling veines of griefe ſhould riſe And flow like ſurgy Neptune, when he teames His daily incomes to inrich his Bride, And ſtill with new revenewes ſwelles his tyde 2. Where are thoſe gales of ſighes, a windy gale To drive my paper Pinnace that it may Mounted upon a briny ocean ſaile, And through a See of teares finde out the way Vnto the ſea of Rome, and there deſcry Hells maſterpiece of hell-hatcht villany? 3 There rides the whore in ſtate, that purple whore, Mounted on high upon a ſcarlet beaſt; That man of ſinne, quite ſurfetted with goare, Gorg'd with the fleſh of Saints at Plutos feaſt. Bathed in Nectar blood, pancht with mans fleſh, As if it were high Ioves Ambroſia diſh. 4 Foure Cardinalls coupled beares him up in ſtate, Lending their ſhoulders to ſupport his pride, No leſſe then Kings and Emperours muſt waite To hold his ſtirrop when he meanes to ride; And for their paines perchance ſhal kiſſe his To • Whether his highneſſe doe weare ſocks or no. 5 He beares his coate from trueſt Heraldry, A Lyon-Rampant in a ſanguine field, Bulls the ſupporters, fit for crueltie, A Drago in the creſt, which flames doth yeeld Belſht from ſulphurious lungs into a flood; The word, or motto is, Nothing but blood. 6 His paſtimes little elſe but crueltie, To murther Princes is a recreation, Spurning downe throanes is ſporting jollitie, Nay to doe all of theſe is true religion, Gives marrow to their meritts, wins the prize, And rids them ſoon to heaven with eaſy thighes 7 To curſe to Purgatori's but the faſhion, And therefore 'tis a ſinne it ſhould goe downe, To finde out tortur's but to wrack invention, Worthy a Card'nalls cap, or Fryers Crowne. An inquiſition is a mercy ſeate Pitty, compared to their venome heate. 8 No fire burnes ſo cleare, or warmes ſo well, As that, that's kindled at a ſtake to burne Whole legions of Heretiques to hell, Who ſtubborne in the truth denie to turne. The common bonfyre of a whole nation, Is but a feſtivalls right celebration. 9 To ſtrangle infant Majeſtie before The cradle ſuffers it to weare the crowne, And dye it's mantle in a purple goare, That it may never know a ſcarlet gowne Is but true doctrine at a Councellread, And therefore muſt by them be practiſed. 10 They'l fire whole ſolemnities, and burne • he ſacrificers to a ſacrifice, Thus make the Temple but a common urn • To hold a quier of Martyre Saints, who dy • Before they dye, ſeeing their deſtinie March towards them before it commeth nigh. 11. To make of Church and people but one fire, (Surprizing them within that ſacred wall,) Is nothing but to kindle their deſire, Warming their zeale leaſt it ſhould faltring fall Into a colder chilneſſe, and ſo ſpoyle The blaze of their good workes for want of oy • 12. They whet the knife of cruelty and cut The tongues from living men, that they may try To tempt downe heaven from heaven it ſelfe, & • The Gods unto a miracle, if they Expect the prayſes due to Deity, Well warbled from a tun'd fidelity. 13. They dig the infant from its living grave (That feareleſſe innocency, which doth lye Priſon'd ith' parent wombe untill it have Queene natures mandat for its liberty.) And then they dandle it on a pike till it Fall to its firſt and laſt ſleepe at their feet. 14. Have not you ſeene a fetter'd priſoner looſe The burden of his ſhackled teathering, And ſcape his uncouth dungeon-repoſe, Only that he may be conveyd agin Into ſome cloſer goale, where he ſhall lye, Till death his yron cables doth untye? 15. • elſe till with the hands of juſtice knit • faſter twiſt (made for his deſtiny) • eades him from th' priſon to that place, where it • is ſoule and body muſt at once untie. Iuſt thus the infant from its priſon wombe Is freed to be impriſon'd in a tombe. 16. • ut yet we're hardly halfe the way, put on • de faſter in the roade of cruelty, • u'l ſee perhaps a ſucking babe anon, • hich ſmiling to the mothers lullaby, Hangs on her melting breaſt, and whilſt it takes The hony flowing from thoſe milkie lakes, 17. • me fiſt, that's brawnd with frequent cruelly, • ite ſpoyles the draught, ſnatching it frō her breaſt, • nd to compleate determin'd villany • reeth the Parent for to doe the reſt. Making her turne Medea, rend and ſcatter The tender ſoftneſſe of that infant matter. 18. • yet, oretake but Tiger-Neroes traines, • oſe ten that nurſed perſecution, • ſt with the blood that ſprang frō Martyrs veines • u • after gave it fleſh to feede upon, Till it out-liv'd foure ages, and did turn • Three hundred yeares into an aſh-heapt urne. 19 Could I but ſpeake his butcher-crueltye? Twould make my mouth ſpit blood at every word Blacker then incke, and force my penne to dye Each line into a ſcarlet thred: his ſword Learnt murther from him, whom it would not ſl • But firſt muſt trie her skill another way. 20 When Nero knew not how to live or die, (For dye he would not though he knew the way) His venome's ſuch, that when he doth but try To ſlay himſelfe, he muſt another ſlay. Then to his ſervant ſlay thy ſelfe ſayd He That I may learne to kill my ſelfe by Thee. 21 This Nero, grandſire of grand-crueltie Begot that brat of perſecution, And ſeeming pious in impietie, Left it to a ſucceeding guerdion. Domitian, Hadryan, and Antonius verus Trajanus, Maximinus, and Severus. 22. Thoſe Brother-Emperors of Hydra-Rome, Who riſe like ten heads from that dragon-beaſt, And out of their enflamed mouthes did foame A venom'd froath upon the Chriſtian breaſt. Hydra indeed! No ſooner once was dead, But in the roome ſprang up another head. 23 Next flames out Decius, who did commit A ſacraligious rape on chaſtitie, And in a ruder flame at once unknit The chaſter zoanes of pure virginitie. Commanding 40 veſtalls for to turn True virgin-Martyrs in one common urn. 24 What ſhall I ſpeake of t' other viper-brood Galerius and Peternus, which did leade The brat by both the hands, till it withſtood That ſtouteſt Martyre champion, who did bleed I' th' face of perſecution, Laurence, he That taught the Gridiron to ſing Poetrie. 25 Next ſprange Aurelian from that Tyrant race, Who firſt did ſeaſon his unnaturall hand For after murthers, in that infant place Where his owne blood did run, cutting the band That ty'd his ſiſter unto him more neere Had but he priz'd her, as his ſiſter, deare. 26 But heaven fate Iudge, aud cenſur'd; ſaw, that H • • n this firſt act had ſpent ſnch blood, as might Have fed ten perſecutions, and be • ull tyranny; Heaven therefore ſtops him quite, And will not ſuffer him to quench his thirſt, That made himſelf quite drunk with blood at firſt 27. Iove ſummons up his Cyclops, and commands The thunder to proclaime an open way, Breaking in ſunder the clouds faſter bands, That th' lightning may her brighter face diſplay: Thus frightned with the flaſhings of that eye▪ Which glanc'd on him, He leaves his crueltie. 28. Next raging as a whirlewind riſeth he, That ſwept before him like the wanton duſt Whole Chriſtendomes of Saints, and made them be Like atom'd crummes under his foot-ſtoole thruſt. Stay not to aske his name, Reader, goe on, You'l finde him nothing but Ambition. 29. Twas He, that crouded for the Imperiall throne Soaring on Eagles wings Ambition gave him, Till he at length reacht it, to rule alone, By doing that his concubine would have him. Druas commands, A wild boare muſt be ſlaine, He thruſts at Aper, and begins to reigne. 30. 'Twas He, that dawbd Ambition ore with pride, Being once an Emperour, he muſt be God; Hees Phoebus brother, brother to his Bride, Hee'l ſway both earth and Heavens imperiall rod. Whenonce Ambition doth begin to fly, Like Icarus, 'twill either mount, or dye. 31. • d now He poaſteth out a ſwift decree • led with waxe, that cannot melt away) • t hee'l be worſhipped for dietie • people kiſſe his feet, thoſe ſtumps of clay, And take him for a God; he'l be no man: • iddle his name; 'twas Diocleſian. 32. • who but Diocleſian could doe that, • h Pride commanded, with a prouder hand, • low a furnace up, that might outdate 〈◊〉 yeares; and hotter then Ten could command • efore him with their bloodyeſt decrees: • e was the bottom, and ſo gave the lees. 33. 〈◊〉 Rome, looke backe and bluſh upon the guilt • oſe that markt thee on th • forhead ſo, 〈◊〉 cruelty they ſuckt, twas thy breaſts ſpilt, 〈◊〉 then they ſpend it on their forreigne foe. • heſe, theſe were thy Decemviri, that made, • n perſecutions a ten-age trade. 34. • act the quinteſſence of villanie, • ſie the horridſt deeds, that ere were don; 〈◊〉 to the depth of Phlegeton and ſee • t cruelties the furies thinke upon. All is but ſucking malice to that they • oe execute on thoſe, on whom they prey. 35 Cruelty's turnd an Art, 't hath gott to be Among the liberall ſciences, moſt fitt For him, that would be rich in pollicie, He's the beſt Scholler, that's beſt skild in it. The top of honour is to vale her throane, Be without this you muſt let that alone. 36▪ The Ieſuit that climbs by ſtep degrees From his ſhorne crowne unto a Card nalls cap, And thence upon Ambitions pineon flees To Peters Chayre that he may take a nap, Winnes all by forging out ſome skulking trea • Not by his judgement but inventi on. 37 Charity dwells not now in Hoſpitalls, 'Thath left her Country houſe, and's come to to • Wintring her ſelfe within the frozen walls Of ſome cold dungeon upon Tellus downe. Merits ſwarme thicker from a Lollards Towe Then from the maint'nance of a beedſ-man bow 38 Hee'l ſooner paſſe for heaven, that dying leaves A legacie to build an inquiſition; Or elſe his ſcrapt up ſilverlings bequeathes To nurture up ſome tart invention. Which may delve out new waies for villany, And teeme forth' tother baſtard-cruelty. 39 To flie to forraigne nations on the wind, And croſſe the ſeas that they may croſſe the land, So get more worlds, if more were left behind, And with a paper bull them all command, Is the Ambition burnes within their breaſt, And keepes their buſie ſoules from taking reſt. 40 To puffe up States and Kingdomes at a blaſt, To plucke downe Crownes and Septers at one fall, To ſwallow Realmes to breake a mornings faſt, And yet ſcarce ſatisfied there with all; Is but courſe fare at a Lent ordinary, Such is there raving-craving cruelty. 41 But ſoft a while, take freſher breath (my muſe) Leave off to laſh her former whoredomes ſtill, She hath bin ſcourg'd enough for old abuſe, And yet her fornication-cup doth fill With new-brew'd poyſon; ſpare thy whip that it May take new ſtrength, & not the latter quit. 42. Had every perſecution bin ten, Aud each had burned longer then them all Maintained with freſh fury, till all them That were but Chriſtned Proteſtants had fall, 'Thad made but a ſtraw bonfier compar'd With that hell-fuell they of late prepar'd 43. Fuel in oyle, which had but Plato ſeen Heapt up, He, ſtaggerd at the ſight, would ſweare Envy's Idea had exiſtent bin, And on the ſtage ne're durſt before appeare. Fuell ſtor'd up to feede revenge, and be A plot to puzzle all Hyperbole. 44. Had but Pythagoras diviner ſoule By • ranſmigration dwelt in other men, And ſo out liv'd his owne age, and then ſtole • nto another, and at length had bin One of our owne; He, ſeeing this alone, Might well out-vie all ages with this one. 45. Call up Chronology, and bid her bring Her bunch of keyes to open Hiſtorie; Ranſack that cabinet, and view each thing, That ſhe hath lockt up from her infancy. Call aged Time, and bid him ſearch his file That he this cruelty may parallell. 46▪ Arreſt the Sunne, and ſtay his Coach for thee, That thou mayſt parly with him; aske him then If riding all his circuit He could ſee Such treachery, as in this age hath bin. Chronology muſt tye up Hiſtorie, Time hang his file, and Phoebus ſilent be. 47 • en ſummon up the Furies from their cell; • ock at the doores of darkeneſſe, and there ſee, 〈◊〉 thou canſt ſpeake with Pluto, King of Hell, 〈◊〉 to Proſerpina admitted be. Sue for a Synod, and then try if they Can match themſeles agin, or match the day. 48 • ll ſtands amaz'd. Pluto is mad that he • ould be outvi'd on earth: The Furies ſweare • ey went beyond commiſsion; and decree • ll ſhall afford no more, if they come there. Megera loaths her ſervice, and decrees To dwell on earth to learne new cruelties. 49 • berus howles for madneſſe, and opes wide 〈◊〉 triple throate, from which a whirlewind came, •• ich made the rivers rage into a tyde, •• d roar'd, as if they threatned all hells frame. That Pluto thought therabble had come downe Miſsing their plot on earth, to get his crowne. 50 • ld but the gelid feare, that freezeth mee, • d cloyſters up my blood in coldeſt veines, • eaſe my ſpeech, and ſet my tongue but free, •• uld unfold a treachery, containes The Elixar of the bittereſt druggs, that are 〈◊〉 Mong all th' Apothecary Pluto's ware. 51 Then ceaſe thy Styx-dy'd mantle (tragedy) And buckle ſoone thy bloody busking on Dipt ten graines deeper in their goary dye, Doe thou attend us, while we treate upon Seven headed Hydra, hatcht long ſince in Ro • And what conceptions teeme within her wombe▪ 52 But where's the quill that can drop lines of blo • But where's the tragick penſell that can paint Such hideous cruelty ſcarce underſtood? Or fathom'd with the thoughts of man or Saint. But wher's the fiery muſe that can diſcribe, The treachery of that infernall tribe. 53 Nor thoughts, nor words are ready to unfold That hideous tragedy, whoſe plot was found And firſt contriv'd in hell, but never could With prologue once ſalute the Engliſh ground, Although the ſtage was built, the ſceane was m On which that Tragick act was to be playd 54 That tragick act, the thought whereof doth ma My quivering muſe affraid, my ague-quill Shakes in desiphering it, my hands doe quake; My teare-drownd eyes a freſh ſupply d • ſtill And yet at length grow dry; my haires t' untw And ſtand an end like quills o'th' Porcupin • 55 But ſoone my Muſe recovered, and my quill Obeyd the hand that guided it; mine eyes Clear'd up, and would no farther ſhowers diſtill, Then ſoone I ſet upon the enterprize. Turne o're the page, draw but the curtaine, there You'l ſee the Monſter-Tragedy appeare.
Argumentum. AFfrica multa dedit, vix vix dedit Affrica tanta Quant a uno peperit Roma 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 monſtro. Nec miranda cano: Romae Lupa namque Noverca, • lla dedit monſtrum, cur non dabit Illaque monſtrum Sic canibus eatuli ſimiles, Lupa Sicque Lupillo. Primulus en monſtri conceptus; Adultera matrix: Tartareo ſpurcamſpargit dum ſemine matrem Roma ferox, caetae generatur Filia noctis. Monſtri fama fugit, tantae quoque Nuncius aurae Pegaſeis volitat pennis: mox qualia monſtra Roma dabit, dubio meditatur pectore quiſque. Cujus ope proles latebroſis parta tenebris Prodeat in lucem, Obſtetrix è Tartare ſurgit. Expectata dies celebranda eſt; Romaque geſtit Conceptu partus, ſed mox prorepit abortus.

1 Proditionis conceptus. 1 Upon the firſt plotting of the Treaſon. 2 Matrix, in quâ pubeſcit embryon. 2 Upon the vault in which this Treaſon was hatcht 1 Upon the buying of it. 2 Upon the digging of it. 3 Tempus quo generatur monſtrum. 3 Upon their working in the night. 4 Ipſe generandi actus. 4 Upon the bringing of the Pouder from Lambeth and laying it in the Cellar. 5 Concepti fama. 5 Upon the Letter ſent to my Lord Mounteagle. 6 Famae mercurius 6 1 Upon the quill that writ the Letter. 2 Upon the ſending of it to the King. 7 Partus determinatio 7 The Kings diſcovering of the plott. 8 Praeelecta Obſtetrix 8 Upon Faux, the Man-Midwife ready to deliver it 9 Natalis expectata celebratio 9 The Match of hunting appointed to ſurprize the Lady Elizabeth. 10 Abortivum monſtrum 10 The miſcarying of the birth▪ 11 Parturientis periculum. 11 Romes Downefall in Black-Fryers upon their fift day of No vember.

PRODITIONIS CONCEPTVS. Vpon the firſt plotting of the Treaſon. ANd ſee; the Pope hath travail'd once againe With a new Affrick Monſter, worſe then came From their ſhe-popedome, when a woman prov'd The Churches head, & all the body mov'd. (Poore headleſſe ſhe-church, where was thy head then When Ione did looſe her maiden-head with men? Oh ſhe tooke care for that, leaſt Rome ſhould need Succeeding Popes, ſhe would her ſelf popes breed) But whither roves my muſe? come backe againe, And ſee another of that breeding traine Goe big with envie, labouring with a birth, Swell'd with a plot, nay brought to bedith' earth. Ready to teeme forth from a monſtrous thigh A ſtrange delivery, the birth was nigh. Twas comming forth, but had not the ſtrength to give So big a monſter, as it did conceive. Fye Rome! thou wantſt a midwife, or a Ione That can without an helpe bring forth alone.
II. Matrix, in quâ pubeſcit embrion. Vpon the vault, in which the treaſon was hatcht.
1. Ʋpon the buying of the vault. Downe with price of blood, if you would faine As you have ſold out ſoules, buy in againe. The purchaſe you have got by emptying Your purgatorie may well fiil't againe. Looke on this arched vault, how will it make An high way paſſage to the Stygian Lake? The price you had the laſt ſoules you did ſell, Will buie the Catholiques this way to hell. Where's He that beares the bag, your Iudas tro That feeketh to betray his Mother ſo? 〈…〉 the vault is ſold 〈…〉 oney told. 〈…〉 ny you hee'l ſweare 〈…〉 ne relique are. 〈…〉 , and we 〈…〉 as he 〈…〉 ; And be it ſo, 〈1 line〉
2 Vpon the digging of the vault. 1 • nd what are you that Tribe, who doe denye Your black guard thus, the honour of a bed? • ho make it death once with a bride to lye, Tis Symony to buy a maiden head. 2 • nd yet forſooth you'l dare to raviſh all At once your common mother, force a birth • hether ſhe will or no a monſter ſhall, Teeme from her wombe out of the groaning earth 3 You'l rent her matrix elſe, which nature taught By cloſing ſuch an inceſt to deny: As if ſhe had foreſeene, that Rome had thought To grapple with her mothers ſecrecy. 4 What ſteepes your frolik ſpleenes in choller ſo? What mooves your touchy blood to ſuch a tide. How came your pampred carkaſſes to doe Such raviſht rapes unto your mothers ſide? 5 And muſt you needs with pickaxe, and with ſpade, Threaten unleſſe ſhe grant your villany? Have you no milder Rhetorique to perſwade, And woe a yeeld to ſuch a curteſie? 6. What made you ſtrike ſo deepe? was your inte •• To fathom Styx, or ſound blacke Acheron? To caſt a cauſy to Don Vulcans tent, Thus fetch proviſion he had wrought upon 7. No no; you dreamt perchance that you ſhou • find Some yron veine, which nature minted there Of purpoſe to helpe forward ſuch a mind, And runne Art out of breath in a prepare. 8. To ſuch a ſtratagem; dreame on, take out A rib of yron from Dame natures ſide, Fall in your dreame again, then caſt about To make your rib the hotteſt brunt abide. 9 Dig deeper yet, perchance at length you'l finde That nature hath dung'd their Salt-peter too And left her wooden legs and ſtilts behinde, To nouriſh up the flames, all theſe for you▪ 10 But hold your hands, ſweat no more marrow now Spend the earths ball no farther, nor your ſtrength I feare the proverbe will prove true, below, You dig'd ſo deepe, there came a damp at length
III. Tempus, quo generatur monſtrum. Vpon their working in the night. 1 Sleep Phoebus ſleepe; What makes thee peepe? • oe not ſo ſoone thy ſable curtaines draw, Lie downe againe in Thetis lap, • was late before thou wentſt to bed we ſaw, O pry thee take another nap. • f thou beginſt to riſe, theſe night owles then • uſt leave their work, when others do begin, Then Phoebus ſtay, You will but make an Holy day. 2 What made thee wake? Couldſt thou not take Thy reſt to night, thou heardſt ſuch knocking Let not thy fiery ſteedes yet ſup Their mornings draught, nor run their full careere here? Why doſt thou call Aurora up? They plotted not againſt thy Deity. Then Phoebus ſtay, You will but beg another play. 3 Goe drowſie droanes, Make, make your moanes, To your dead-living Saints; ſigh prayers that th May intercede for you and get, The Sunne to ſtand ith' heavens, and ſo delay The dawning of the morning, yet Cry lowder, let another beade yet fall; Make up your prayers compleate, or you'l marr • For want of ſleepe, Your prayers awake you cannot keepe. 4 See ſee, the day Makes no delay. Then Phaeton doe thou mount up the coach, Let looſe the horſes careleſſe raines, That they may run away the days approach. On faſter wheeles, with eaſie paines Whip on thy foaming fteeds, that we may feare The ratling of thy coach like thunder heere. Come draw away, That night ſhee ſooner haſten may. 5 Tis here, the night Hath ſcar'd the light. • he day hath new undreſt her ſelf, I ſaw But now her under-peticoat. • y thought 'twas dyed in a red more raw Then any fleſh of ſheepe or goat; • ut as ſhe ſtript her ſelfe of that, ſhe drew • modeſt Curtaine, thicke as night, to ſhew, She Vail'd her head, As Veſper ſent her downe to bed. 6 Now all the light Is claſpt in night. • orpheus hath woed all things to reſt you ſee, The'rs no dog moves unleſſe it barke • or madneſſe at the Moone, leaſt ſhe deſcry Their deedes of darkeneſſe in the darke. • ut never feare: bid Phoebus kiſſe his Bride • hat ſhe may bluſh to ſee her evening tide. Worke while you may, Then let him come to wake the day. 7. Up Phaeton, Up, up, be gone. Goe guide thy Father to his mate, that he May court her with his roſie lips; Then in conjunction goe with her, till ſhe Embraced be to an ecclips. Thus vaile her face that ſhe may never be Privie to ſuch a monſtrous villany. Away, Away Phoebus is riſe to call the day.
IV. Ipſe generandi actus. Vpon the bringing of the Gunpowd from Lambeth over the Thames, and laying it in the Cellar. 1 Where is thy Legate (Rome?) Let him provid His ſparkling Spaniſh jennet ſtraight, Coapt in his trappings made of gold When th' golden fleece came from your fold His feet well ſhod with Indy plate: His criſping maine to twiſted lockes divide, Fit for the riders pride. 2 See how the horſes prauncing doth foretell How he expects his rider, ſee In what a language he doth pray His maſter for to come away, And deck him with his company. Heare how hee neighes, his neighing doe but ſpell It haſtens his farewell. 3 • uicken thy legate then; doe, bid him ſeale His fiery ſteed, and winged poaſt With thy Embaſſage unto hell; There once arived let him tell Don Pluto Primate of that hoaſt, • at Charons footy keele muſt hoiſe his ſaile Waiting a truſty gale. 4 • nd to thy tackling then (Styx-Ferry-guide) The winde hath ſight a ſofter gale. Lanch out, glide o're the Stygian lake A fairer harbour yo umuſt take. Doe but your beaten pinnece hale • o our Thamefis, there it ſhall pride It ſelfe in Neptunes tide. 5 Thoſe ſilver ſtreames ſhall waſh hell from thy boate And turne that dye, Styx left it laſt Into a Cignets purer white, By their reflection made more bright. Who when they firſt thy ferry paſt, Dabling in that thy keele there ſet a float, Got there ſo black a foot. 6 But faſter Charon; ſweat a little more, What maketh Aeolus thus blow? Me thinkes he ſeemeth out of breath, Or elſe his wind is pent beneath, That he becomes ſhortwinded ſo, On Charon, worke the harder; you are ſore Expected long before. 7 See how the ſwelling barrells, ſtuft with fire, Are big with expectation: They long untill they ſee thy boat, In which they muſt be ſet a float, To take another ſtation. Srange contract, ſee the water ſlakes her ire and entertaines the fire. 8 • t ſtay, what meanes thoſe well growne veſſels there? What? have you poudred up your plot In barrels, leaſt it ſhould not keep, Or be diſcovered when you ſleepe? Sure then ſome vent your treaſon got • hat 'twould not keep ſo long, untill you were To ſet abroach November's beere.
V Concepti fama. •• on the letter ſent to my Lord Mounteagle. 〈◊〉 myſtery enwrapt in miſteries, • mment farre obſcurer then the text, • fit that thou ſhould meet an Eagles eyes • h might peirce through the vaile, & tell what's next Never mount Eagle: gaze not on the Sun Glance downe-wards to the depth of Phlegeton. • loiſterd up in darkeneſſe, hid in hell, • tled with night, priſon'd in Acharon, 〈◊〉 barrel'd up in natures miſty cell. • e but the letter, and the danger's gone. • trange plot! doe burn't: the blaze will let thee ſee How to diſcover this darke myſterie. The letter burnt, the danger's paſt, and all The myſterie muſt then be over too, And yet this burning makes it myſticall, How can I ſpell it when 'tis burned ſo? However burnt it, in it burnt you'l ſee, That which you reade not, when you read it • Darke letter! folded up in flames indeede, And therefore needs no wax to ſeale it faſt, Let who will reade, at moſt he can but reade, And whn h' hath done, muſt burne it too at la • Fyer muſt tell thee what it meanes alone And when the fyer▪s out, the dangers gone.
VI. Famae Mercurius.
1 Vpon the quill that writt the letter▪ What molting Seraphim did ſpill That ſpeaking, ſilent muttering quill? That ſpake yet ſpake not, ſpeaking parables▪ Which kept and told the truth in miracles. That two toung'd Oratour that ſpake Still twiſe at once, and ſtill did make • yſtery unknowne by clearing it, • d knowne by making it obſcurer yet. A quill, that could not ſpeake th' intent Of him that writt, to whom 'twas ſent. • d yet could blab the ſecraeſt meaning too 〈◊〉 him, for whom 'twas maskt, and muffled ſo. A pen that by diſcovering cover'd, And yet by covering was diſcovered. • anus face, that ſmiled one way now, • d frown'd the other with a furrow'd brow. A pen ſnatcht from Apollo's hand; That ſpake pure Delphos language, and •• uld vent nought elſe but pure Amphibolies • king this that, and that this, this and this; A danger great by lening it, And none by making it ſo great. • ckt from an Eagles wing, 'twas ſuch an He, • at brought it to our Sovereighng's Diety. Or from that tatling gooſe which pratled The foes approaches, when ſhee cackled. 〈◊〉 from ſome Sphynx his ſtandiſh it did fall, • at it unriddl'd in a riddle all.
2 •• on the ſending of the letter to the King. A letter to the King is ſent, To riddle what the meaning meant; A letter writ indeede from Babylon, Speaking confus'on, in confus'on. Tis true, one language, onely came, And yet that language languages tranſpos'd A Letter in a Letter was enclos'd So that the ſame ſeem'd not the ſame. How well may Rome true Babell be, That ſpeakes thus in a myſterye? A masked tongue kept Babell from her height▪ And Rom's confuſed language ſpoyles hir quite Plaine Engliſh ſpeake, when you write nex Your letter meant, nought leſſe then what it me • Therefore 'twas ſent, to whom it was not ſent, Pray henceforth comment on your text. 'Tis brought unto the King we ſee, That he may dive the myſterie. Why? what's the matter! Are our Iſland's eye Growne dimme with age, The Vniverſities? Why had not they the letter read? They would at firſt ſtrike deepe; 'tis true, but ſ • That they looke through their Soveraigne, y • kn The eyes are alwaies in the Head.
VII. Partus determinatio. Vpon the Kings diſcovering of the plot. • hat Kings are ſometimes Prophets too we ſee, What made our Iames elſe prophecie? • rue vertue oftenn crownes Nobilitie. • ow true was he the King of Schollers fam'd, That Rome with her owne ſword hath tam'd? • ell Schollers King, well King of Schollers nam'd, • he paper bids him burne the paper, ſo The danger would be over to. • e ſaves himſelfe and paper with a No. • ow ſo? we reade the danger is not o're unleſſe the Letter burnt before. • hen burne it, and the danger is no more. • ut reade againe, and then perhaps you'l ſee, How bravely you are danger free, • t be ſo ſoone o're-paſt, how ſoone wil't be? • his made our Iames more nimble then the fire, This thought did make his thoughts retyre • o ſearch out what was tangled in that bryer. He dived therefore ſomewhat lower yet; And truely ſuch a dive was fitt, To ſound the intralls of ſo deepe a pitt. His Nobles now as well as He muſt move, And preſently his verdict prove, Searching out that below, he ſaw above. They ſeeke, but ſee not: Did you never heare Too nigh an object is too neare? I can ſee better farther off then here. The King ſees yet: He bids them ſearch agin: They goe, then bring the meſſage in. Nothing before, is now the very thing. (Thus have I ſeene a beagle ſoone o'rerunn, The new-borne ſent but now begunn, Then counterhunt it when it is halfe donn.) They, that made nothing of it, found it ſomethi • Reade backwards, if you meane the King, Who making ſomething of it, made it nothing.
VIII. Praeelecta obstetrix. Vpon Faux ready to deliver it. • ut Monſter-Tiger, a fell vipers brood, • hat would'ſt ſuch with thy milk, thy mother's blood • awn'd with a Richards tuſh, not toothles borne, • rawing the fountaine-breaſt, thou wouldſt have torne 〈◊〉 paſſage to hir heart, gnawd that for food, • nd like Prometheus Vultur ſuckt on blood. • ou'lt ſuck, but ſo that thou mayſt open too • conduit-veine whence blood with milke may flow • onder that thy mother wean'd Thee not • om hir, whence thou this Viper-nature got. • hy ſtep-nurſe, Rome I meane, that purple whore • hoſe breaſts milkt venome from a putrid ſoare. • t ſee, Rome nurſt Thee, therefore thou wilt be • hir brought up unto this villany. • me once a Nero had to kill a mother, • aſt Rome ſhould want one now, thou prov'ſt another. • d hath not ſhe hir Jeſuits, that thou • uſt prove a Mid-wife to hir treaſon now? • hat would you have the whore when all is done • y at our doore hir new borne baſtard ſonne? • ant groſſe excrement: know thus much, that • ngland doth ſcorne to Father ſuch a brat. Vpon the ſame. Vp night-owle, and breake o'pe thy ſealed eyes, Venter to looke upon the mantled skyes. Sol hath remov'd his court, the glorious day And all his followers have packt away. Night is full mounted in her ſeate of jet, And lies wrapt in her cloudy cabanet. Feare not, Apollo's gone; his prying eye Can neither ſee nor blab thy villanie. Envie hath gone her time, and doth begin To be in travell with her full-growne ſin. Vp then, and ſee that all things ready be 'Tis thou muſt haſten her delivery, Pluto hath ſent his Purſivant away To ſummon thy appeareance, make no ſtay: Goe, take thy charge, that thou maiſt licenc't be, And ſhow a pattent for thy viilany. Fetch thy darke-lanthorne, that true Gyges ring, Which, thou unſeene, makes Thee ſee ev'ry thin Take that turn'd-Hypocrite, whoſe outward ſho Is night, but inward like the day doth glow. Foule as a miſt without, all fayre within, Vice would ſeeme vice ſometimes to cloake a ſi • Thy darke companion will ſtill be true, And by denying light, will lighten you. Then downe with haſt to that infernall cell, Where fur ous envy, and hid treaſon dwell. • ell them Hell's ſuffrage hath elected you • roome of that chamber, where death lyes below • nd you muſt call it up as ſoone as day • e chriſtned, as the Sunne whips night away. • ooke then unto your charge, and ſee that he • eepe not beyond his time, but ſtirring be; • ſe all his breakefaſt may be ſpoyl'd, and He • ill miſſe his morning's draft of Majeſtie. • or you (proud factors for the Netherlands, • gent for hell) muſt ſuffer Morpheus bands • tye your eye-lids up: what if the birth • iſcarry, e're the night expires her breath. • ſtead of being Sainted, you ſhall be • rol'd for purgatory, and there made free. Then girt thy ſelfe for Rome, and charge thine eyes • at they like watchfull Argus keepe the prize. • thou an Heirogliphick to the hare, • eepe waking with thine eyes unclos'd, and bare. • d when the day begins to ope her eyes • ke Nilus with the riſing Sunne ariſe. • hat though thou ſaile through the Aegaean ſea, • ſt up and downe with fear's perplexity? • inke every one thou ſeeſt is come to bring • ee tydings of a kingdome to a King. • ou ſeek'ſt a throne: who would not think it • ſwim-unto it through a ſea of blood? • ut heaven looks on, & Love is comming down good • s milkie pavement with a furrow'd frowne Iuſtice ſits in his eye (and yet 'tis blinde: It ſees but ſees not; ſmiles that it ſhould finde Such ſecreaſie in Treaſon) vengeance lyes Wrapt in the wrinckles round about his eyes. Next, down the Regent walke, Aſtraea came Following high Iove to Iudge the world againe. Iuſtice tooke wing before, and left the earth, But ſeeing crueltie recover breath, And grow to ſuch a Gyant-ſtature, ſhee Returnes bedeckt with greater Majeſtie. The Cyclops arm'd with thunder round about, Attends them both to drive thoſe Traitors out. Then tremble treachery; treaſon unmaske Thy muffl'd face; make bare thy knees, and ask • A pardon of the Gods: hold up thy hand, Guilt doth indite Thee, and for guilty ſtand. Iuſtice is come to viſite once againe, Tenders hir hand to kiſſe, if you'l reclaime. Or elſe (by that impartiall ſoule, that guides Hir hand) the ſword your ſoule and clay divides No no: (Grand Enginere of crueltie) Ne're ſtartle at the newes: what's this to thee? Thou haſt an Heliotrophian-ſtone, which will Put out the eyes of Iuſtice, blinde hir ſtill. Send for Don Pluto's ſheild, that thou maiſt ſee Approaching juſtice, and ſhe not ſee Thee. Stare in the face of vengeance, and outdate Thoſe executioners, that comes to skare Thee from thy charge: Laugh at their thunder-peal • And let them heare the Eccho oft from hell. • hy? thou'rt prepar'd for this; can this be newſe, • hen thou ſuch prodigies thy ſelfe doſt uſe? • rden thy cruell heart, untill it grow • nd like a Sea-calfe to withſtand the blow • hotter vengeance: crowne thy head with bayes, • ſcare the Cyclops from thy hidden wayes. • ll ſcarſe doe: with thine owne plot begin, • w them from earth up into heaven agin. • ou know'ſt thy charg; what Rome expects from Thee; • w ſhe hath cram'd thee for this crueltie? • rite after hir, and when the coppy's writt; • t all that reade, ſee thou'rt hir counterfeit. • like hir, but more cruell in thy wit, • rite by the coppie, but ſtill better it. • mulus ſuck'd a wolfe, and was as ſhee, • ou ſuckſt of Rome, then thou like Rome muſt bee. • hat Romulus did ſuck, to Rome he gave, • hat Rome from Romulus, that thou muſt have. • tvie them all, Rome, Romulus, and Hir • at nurſt thy cruell grand progenitor.
IX Natalis expectata celebratio. Vpon the match of hunting appointed o • the birth day, where they intended to ſurprize th Lady Elizabeth, but in the meane time they themſelves were ſurpriz'd. Actaeon's gone to hunt, the day we ſee Appointed is, and where the game ſhall be. Actaeon as he hunted glanc'd a ſide, And there Diana in a thicket ſpy'd. Diana? No, it was a fairer ſhe, Her Nymphs it may be might Diana's be. And yet me thinkes Diana it ſhould be Rather Diana's true Divinity. For as Actaeon ſpies that beauty there, Actaeon's turn'd Actaeon like a Deere. He that came forth to hunt is hunted ſtraight, They lye in waite for him, that lay in waite. The yelping Ecchoes of the hound's are done, The Hue and Cry after the Hunter's gone: I ſee that Poets now can propheſie, And in a parable tell what ſhall be. I ſee that fables are not alwaies lyes, Time often doth a fable moralize.
X Abortivum Monſtrum. Vpon the miſcarrying of the birth. Oft have I knowne a child prove Parracide, Dividing ſoule and clay as't did divide • e Parent's gaſping wombe, through which her ſoule • ent with the body of the child for tole • pay the infant's paſſage, and repreive it • om th' falling priſon, if not quite releive it. • mtimes a child the Parent's name doth ſmother, • lling the mother 'fore it had a mother, • t have I heard a woman travail'd ſo • at in the ſigh her ſonle did come and goe. • ange travell! when her ſoule is faine to take • farre a journey for her infants ſake. • hen thus the Parent mother muſt begin • leave the world to bring her infant in; • uſt dye, to teach hir child how firſt to live, • d being dead in it learne to revive▪ • if Pythagoras had taught her ſoule • s tranſmigration, And it knew no Pole: • o Paradiſe, but preſently did paſſe, • d in the infant clay informant was. • hat? did you never ſee a wombe deny • e burthen, but unload it preſently. • me proves it ſelfe an Hierogliphick well • ſpeake what I have ſpoke, and yet ſhall ſpell • e truth once over to you more; if yet • our cloak't-capaciti's are hid from it. • deede their fruitfull ſhee-Pope tarry'd not, • t brought forth ſoone, as if ſhe had forgot • ce to beſpeake a midwife, or elſe thought • brew as well as ſhe had bak't for nought. And yet ſee, how ſhee's brought to bed in State How many thouſands hir congratulate Being at hir labour met. I wonder ſhe Was brought to bed alone in companie. But now ther's no ſuch matter; Rome would faine Once travaile with a ſecond birth againe. And ſee, the Pope grows big indeede: How now What, hath not Rome had breeding Popes enough How did your Card'nalls miſſe the chayre, that they Have let another ſhe-Pope ſlip away? Oh 'tis no matter, they'l take care that ſhe Be not deliver'd now too openly. The heav'n no more ſhall prove a Canopie The Market place no more a chamber be. When this ſhall be deliver'd Rome will bye A privie-chamber for this ſecrecie. (Had not Pope Ione bin brought to bed ſo patt, She would have found a vault too for hir Bratt. But ſee, the birth day's come; Conduct your who • Vnto hir privie-chamber, where ther's ſtore Of Pluto's Pothecarie drugs that be Provided for her ſafe delivirie. What? Is ſhe yet in labour? hath ſhe got Hir Prediceſſors faculty or not? Had ſhe an harder travaile then your Ione? What hath God ſent hir tro? what two or one I feare ſhe was ſo overbig, that ſhee With Bratt miſcarri'd in deliverie. • hat was the matter Rome? did not 〈◊〉 • oe full the time ſhe reckon'd on before? • as this hir firſt conceived bratt, that ſhee • efore hir time met hir deliverie? • hat? Is the child ſtill borne? Tis ſo I ſee • he birth's abortive, though the mother be. Thus have I ſeene an haſty apple drop • bortive from the tree before the crop. • ut then 'twas rotten, blaſted, withered • lthough the mother-tree was no way dead.) • he ſtill-borne batt hath thus miſcarried, • was not deliver'd though delivered. The womb that caſts before the time doth ſtill Threaten the Infant, if not alwaies kill. • her's now the Infant which new borne had ſlaine • t once both England & her ſoverainge? • hich had ſpitt living coales as he begann • o live, and dy'd as they had dyed than. • hat meanes November's fift day and the ſtore • rovided for the birth ſo long before? • he purple whore this day expected ſhee • ould have beene bleſt with her deliverie. • his day once come, the birth was nigh indeed; • t th' Bratt was ſtill borne, we delivered. The child, which dyes before it lives, doth ſtill Threaten the Mother Parent, if not kill.
XI. Parturientis periculum. Vpon the whores downefall in Blackfrye • on their fift day of November. What makes us then ſigh prayers for Babel's fall As if that Babylon ne're fell at all? Wher's Rome's Armado Spaine ſo ſtood upon, No Navie but a wand'ring Babylon? Is not that fallen? True; how could it ſtand? It was a Babel, but 'twas built o'th' ſand. The wind's they whiſl'd to the wav's a charge, The wav's brake out, and roaring ſpeake at large Their meſſage to the Sands: the ſands obey After the cap'ring waves they dance away. When th' wind thus blew, when thus the water co • There Babel built upon the ſands, prov'd lame. What makes us then ſigh prayers for Babels fa •• As if that Babylon ne're fell at all? But on, what meanes November's Holy-day? Her fift dayes chiefeſt royalty, which may Be calculated with the reddeſt letter, To ſpeake their bloody Stratagem the better▪ Rome then began to build a Babel too, She dig'd for a foundation ſo low; And then had thought to plucke downe Out of her ruines to repaire their owne. But as they built they were ſurpriz'd, that they Th • Were faine to leave their Babel halfe the way. Thus not to riſe is nothing but to fall, Who'l ſay that Babylon ne're fell at all? But once more reade, and then perhaps you'l ſee Babel a third time fall a third degree. Water did once o'retop Rom's Babel's ſo, That though 'twere Babel it did Rome o're throw Babell firſt fell by water, next by fire, Not that it burnt, but that it ſlack't it's ire. Fire and water, though they diſagree Become now ſiſter Elements we ſee And joyne their forces to enact heav'ns will, Th' one by fighting, th' other ſtanding ſtill. What fire and water doth, that earth will doe, For earth did ſwallow falling Babell too. November twice ſaw Babel fall on day, This makes her fift day twice an holy day. And Eighty Eight told Babell by her fall, That, that was then her Climacteticall. And yet is Babell ſtill? where doth ſhe ſtand? She fell by water, and ſhe fell by land. Thrice Babylon we ſee hath got a fall, But oh that ſhe were fallen once for all! Babel's ſo high it is no wonder ſhe, Is ſo long falling to her laſt degree. 〈…〉 tis well that ſhe three ſtories fell; 〈◊〉 but the fourth, 'twill bring her downe to hell▪ Me thinkes I ſee thoſe knotted rafters there Like carv'd-out Atlaſes, which well might beare A burthen greater then the Spheares could lend An Aetna if it once began to bend. Enough to keepe up mountaines, and ſupport From nodding even Babel's ſtouteſt fort. And yet when Babel's Bratt loaded with ſinne, Comes on the Stage to act her part therein; It makes the oake to yeeld, the Cedar bend And roots up the foundation from their end. That which before did make the prouder walls Sprout up to heav'n, tript up by heav'n, it falls Downe levell with the earth, and that which knew No crookednes, bends like a twig of ewe Sin makes the creatures groane, & bowing downe Lye in the duſt for that, man won't bemoane. Fye purblind Rome! what-made your bald-pate crew Outface the face of heav'n in ſuch an hew? Did heav'n your fift days treachery betray That you might turne it to an Holy-day? Went on your plot ſo well, that you muſt call A day a part for a ſet Feſtivall? What ignorance hath brawn'd your fottiſh ſoules That when the arme of ſtrength ſtretcht out controules With a proclaim'd defiance what you did, Poynting out that from heav'n, which lay ſo hid? • ou nod at the finger in a triumph ſtraight, And ſhout the conqueſt being lead captivate? What made you ſound the Trumpet ſo and call Such a rifie-raffle to your Stygian hall? Was it that you might beltch out a defie In open. Court upon the Gods, 'cauſe they Opening the caſements of the ſpangl'd ſpheare Lookt downe from heaven, and ſo diſcov'rd there That mantled project, which you thought to keep From them; no, no, The gods are not a ſleep. Or was it ▪cauſe that Albion baukt your ire You'd curſe us to a Purgatories fire? Rather purchance you felt an hell within Still glowing in each conſcience, which the ſin Had newly kindled; and diſpaire had blowd, Till it to a conſuming fire glowd. And therefore you muſt thither poaſt to take The refuge of your holy water-lake; Sprinking your ſelfe with it, that you might tame The fury of your ſelfe conſuming flame. Or waſh your hands in it, and ſo might be As innocent as Eden puritie. Fondneſſe! as if that niter could cleanſe ſinne, Which may ſhow faire without, when foule within. Or elſe to bleſſe your ſelves from after loſſes, Croſſing your ſelves to keep your ſelves from croſſes Nor this nor that: you thought that rable crue (Which in a Catholique bravado threw There careleſſe lives a way, that they might get More Kingdomes to your Triple Coronet) Were hang'd to Saints, & that their unjuſt doome Was nothing but to ſuffer Martyrdome. And therefore you'd be ſure the fift day too Should be as well an Holy-day to you. Thus winged with a fault'ring zeale thy flye Vnto their conſecrated Friery T'adore thoſe new-made Saints, and gratulate Their ſafe arrivall at the Eliz'an ſtate. And now to them, wh' alive were dead in feares, Being dead, they pray to rid them of their cares. Then by a gen'rall councell they agree To celebrate their yearely memory, Thus rob the yeare of dayes, that ſo they may Give to each Saint his ſev'rall Holy-day. Or' cauſe they jointly ſuff'red as one member They give an All-Saints-day unto November. Fond zelots! you had better turne the page, Convert your feaſts into a pilgrimage. Walke with repentant feete to forreigne Iſles Their ſigh your ſelves to ſadder ſyllables: And ev'ry deſert, that you ſoftly tread With naked pennance feete, let fall a Beade. That ſo all paſſengers in after age May count the paces of your pilgrimage. • ut downe your Saints, that by their merits found • new way up to heaven, above the ground. • hoſe ropes will ſerve for cords to gird about • our hairie loynes to doe your pennance out? • r elſe preſerve them, till you ſteale away • he Poles, on which their head's march in array, • hen ſend them o're, I'le warrant you they'l be • choicer Relique for poſteritie. • ut whiſper ſoftly (muſe) a while, you'le drive • hoſe empty droanes out of their borrow'd hive. You'l coole their hot divotion, put them out Before their Ceremony's brought about. You'l turne the Prieſt beſides the cuſhion ſtraight, Make him ſcratch mem'ry from his balder pate. Before h'hath found it, he will looſe the text, And ſcarce the firſt word out, forget the next. You'le make the other from his palſie fiſt Drop downe his wafer God-Emmanualiſt. And then ſome ſawcy dog will ſnatch it there, And tranſubſtantiate it, I know not where. The third diſturb'd, will ſprinckle unawares The Holy-water on the ſacred ſta'res. Stand backe a while, keepe off, vengeance will come And ſummon them to ſilence e're they've done. Looke what that right hand ſpeakes unto the wall, See there imprinted fairely Babels fall. The hand from heav'n hath charg'd the walls, th • th • Withdraw their ſhoulders, and the walls obey. Nay there ſtands Sampſon, him whom they bega With ſulphur'd lungs to ſpitt their venome on, And like the wanton Philiſtimes to play Some pranks upon him on their holy-day. But he the truer-Sampſon verifi'd What Typically t'other Sampſon did. He toucht the poſts with a command, they fall Striking all dead into one funerall. Perchance they thought He was as blind as He, But henceforth ſee, the eye of heaven can ſee. A Video rideo ſmil'd on you before, He ſaw you then how durſt you tempt him more But when the Aſſe, that falles into the pit Will not take heede, Hee'l fall agin it it. Who bolder then blind Bayard, who more blin • Then ſuch a ſottiſh, ſtockiſh, rabble kind Where ignorance doth murther zeale, a brat As blind as their carv'd God, as cold as that? But now by this I hope they've learnt to ſee They ſtrike at heaven, that aime at Majeſtie. Proud Gygantaean race, leave off to move In Martiall fight the unconquerd Gods above. What? will you get 'gainſt Iove your ſeiges lay? And ſtill before the walls of heaven diſplay Hells blacker banners, raiſe the ſiege at length, Retrait, ne're ſtay to trye out ſtrength with ſtrength You felt the weight of his immed'tate hand, Who beck'ning only juſt at his command: Deſtruct'on poſted plum'd with Fury's wing And ſtay'd not for a ſolemne ſummoning By Gods owne purſevants which commonly Doe uſe to be deſtruct'on's Mercury. Fire or water, ſtormes, or darts of thunder, Theſe uſe to be his meſſengers of wonder. Sometimes he poſt's to batle in array, Wrapt in a whirlewind, fur'ous of delay. Sometimes he rides upon a prouder wave And thence he doth his ſtouteſt foes outbrave. Sometimes againe he marcheth through a cloud Girt with a ſcarfe of light'ning, and aloud • end's forth his watchword to the Cyclop's there Who rank's the ſquadron's out, & keeps the reere) Bidding them with as loud a voyce diſcharge A volly of thunder, which may rend at large The duskiſh mantle of the skyes, and make • . paſſage through the clouds, that wrath may take • freer Aime to ſhoote her vengeance right • nd execute what he decree'd hath quite. Now this, and this, now that's his meſſenger, • et alwaies God hath not a harbinger. • ometimes his hand doth ſmite without a ſword, • ometimes without an hand, he ſends his word, Whereof the ſofteſt accent is enough • o rend the world if once ſent out in wrath. Then ſee (proud Rome) thy ſeeded villany, That Majeſtie it ſelfe muſt deale with Thee. Creatures thoſe Proxie-ſearjants of the King, Hee'le hardly truſt at thy grand ſuffering. To rid a way thy execution, Hee'l be in preſence there to ſee it done. He might have rent the bowells of the earth, That roaring Bor'as with his bluſt'ring breath, And whirle wind-noſtrills might ruſh forth, & caſt The Fabrick levell at one rendring blaſt. He might have op't the treaſury's of the ayre, And ſling'd his hayle downe, to untop it bare. Thus made a way for thicker ſtormes to fall And fling downe death on each in ev'ry ball. He might have bidden Neptune call a way His white plum'd hills to march in ſet aray. And with his Trident-mace command each wave To ſwell unto a tide, and thus out-brave The proudeſt top that peirc't above the reſt, And ſwept thy building too a way at laſt. He might have caus'd a ſhowre of brimſton fall And rain'd downe flames of Gunpowder withall Not to blow up it, but to burne downe all. But neither fire did fall, nor water riſe Nor wind, nor ſtorme joyn'd in this enterpize. The word, that with a word did make all theſe Without them, can doe when, and what he pleaſe When he intends to make his glory ride Tryumphant, ſhining with a ſacred pride: He lay's a ſide the meanes with his left hand, And with his right doth, what he pleaſe, command; Then tremble Babylon to ſee thy fall, Twas God himſelfe was in the reeling wall. He ſet himſelfe to do't: that all might ſee Twas his right arme that gate the victory. His preſence made the trembling ſtones to ſhake 〈◊〉 a quivering ague, and the rafters quake, Till all their unknit joynts were loos'd, the wal • Before his ſacred preſence downe did fall. He charg'd the finewes of the houſe to ſhrinke▪ And bid the pinns unty, that all might ſincke. They heare his voyce, and at his voyce obey, Thus thus the crumbling fabrick pines away. What makes us then ſigh prayers for Babels fal • As if that Babylon ne're fell at all? 〈◊〉 fell, and ſure the fall was great; it fell • s if it had prepar'd away to hell; • aking a paſſage with it's weight, to ſend • hat rable rout unto their Styg'an end. • fell, and in the fall below'd ſo loud, • s if two rocks, falling at once, did crowd, • ushing each others ſide, and ſtrove which ſhall • ccho the neighbouring hills the louder call. 〈◊〉 fell, and ſtruck ſo, it could not more harme • ad it beene hurled from a Cyclop's arme. It fell but holloo'd out, ſo loud i'th' fall, As if it would the dead, it kil'd, recall. It fell; ſtop there! Lett's heare a while what Fome yeare Can ſay unto this ſecond Martyrdome. Should they but pilfer out more dayes from th' To cannonize for thoſe that ſuffer'd there They muſt create new Alma nacks, and make Their next yeare longer for their Martyr's ſake. Or elſe joyne two Saints to make up one day A ſunkin, and a gimkin Holy-day. Now plodding Rome, what have your pie-ball trick • Gendred in plotting 'gainſt the Heretic kes. Goe, goe, divide the ſpoyle that is come in, Wee'le caſt up ours, and let them laugh that wi • You thought to make us riſe, by riſing fall; You fell at once, but never riſe at all. If we had fell, by falling we had riſe Hell's ſometimes the high-way-roade to bliſſe. Had you then riſe, yet riſing you had fell, Heaven is ſometimes the broadeſt way to hell. You fell, we ſtand, heaven downward ſtriks we ſ • And hell aimes upwards; what's the miſtery? Is Rome's America plac'd in the Ayre, Their new found Purgatory founded there? That Pluto plot's ſuch ſtratagems to guard The Engliſh Catholiques up thither-ward. 'Tis ſo I ſee; their Purgatory's there; I thought it was a Caſtle in the ayre.
The Corollary. STrange birth! the Pope he is the Holy Father, The Earth the Mother is, the Maſter rather. Pluto the Grandſire, and the Deputyes Not two or foure, but all the infernall fryes Of Monk's, and Ieſuit's, Prieſts, Maſſe Prieſts too Intended are as witneſſes unto This Affrick birth; would you the midwife yet? Faux was appointed to deliver it, It was begot in Hell, conceiv'd in Rome, And ſhould have beene deliver'd here at home. But England would not lend that life, which fell To be a Mongrell betwixt Rome and and Hell.

NOVEMBRIS. MONSTRVM.

OR The Hiſtoricall narration of the damnable Pouder-Treaſon.

WITH The dayes Is for England's Miraculous deliverance.

PARS IIa.

London, Printed by Frances Leach.

1641.

To the Iuditious Reader. NOt biting Satyr, nor an hony ſtile Dropt only from a Paraſite I will. A bitter ſweet is good, wormewood in wine Is to a Poet the beſt Hypocreene. Thou art the Man uuto the man of Sinne Is the Muſit'ans hitting the right ſtring. Her's nothing whipt and ſtript but Babels Bratt, Which long agoe hath beene condemn'd to that. Thence all not bitter ſweet, nor ſweetneſſe bitter If you finde both, you will finde both together, And ſo both mingled, both together ſhall, Prove to bad ſtomackes a good Cordiall. Be but judicious in thy cenſure then, And if thou relliſh gall dropt from the pen, Conclude it is not hony, nor ſhould be: Or that thou bringeſt a ſick taſte with Thee.
NOVEMBRJS MONSTRVM. THus have I ſeene Ambition's Min'on ſoare To teach the towring Mount of cobwed-fame, Counting it Piety, t'imbrace in goare His blood-renc't hands, ſo He may get a name. Though He like Tantalus both live and dye: Catch at the Apple, that doth moſt Him flye. 2 Thus that proud Impe, that thought to ware his glory▪ Before the fire of Diana's ſhrine, And make his name blaze forth in his own ſtory▪ Brighter then did the glowing Temple ſhine, Muſt needs attempt that ſacriledge to have His name & Him joynt-tenants of one grave. 3 Thus have I knowne a Monke and Fryers pride Iuſtle for th' wall of cruelty, and ſee Which of them ſhould prove better Regicide, That they for Saints may canonized be. Whil'ſt he that thinkes to blazon forth their glory, Blots out their names in ſetting out their ſtory 4 He that doth looke, from honour's hands to hav • The Lawrell wreath, to crowne his works withal • Muſt with the hands of virtue it receive Virtue gives ſcutch'ons to a funerall. Elſe he, that would be heire of Fame, ſhall be Excecutor of nought, but Infamie. 5 If Icarus doe ſtrive with borrow'd wings To reach the Sun, and graple with his bride, You'le ſee how ſoone his falſe Ambition flyngs Him downe, and drownes his honour in the tyde He that makes wings to flye to fame, ſhall ſee Fame will be ready to take wing and flee. 6 What did proud Phaeton's ambitious minde (In coveting his Father's reines to guide) Provide him for a Trophye, did he finde That was the rode, where Fame and glory ride? No, Fame will ne're Ambition's yoake-mate b • Hell muſt lend fire to light his infamie. 7 Then thinke no more (Proud Rome) of building ſtayres That thoſe may ſeale to heav'n, and Sainted be, Who were chiefe agents for thy hell-affaires, In plotting treaſon, and hid Tyranny. Thou can'ſt not raiſe a Babell halfe ſo high: Ne're think to top thoſe walls, or come ſo nigh 8 But if thou will needs have thy factors ride Full mounted on the Pegaſus of Fame, Wee'le helpe them up, a Pegaſus provide, But wing'd with infamy, and plum'd with ſhame. Blacke deedes are Cronocled that they may be Enrol'd for hatred, not for memory. 9 Then Hiſtorie fetch thy brazen penne, and ſend For incke from blacker Acharon, that I May (guided by thy hand) in braſſe commend Rom's Monſter-Bratt to all poſterity. That ſager Time, may point out Rome to ſee, And make her bluſh, at her owne progeny. 10 Mauricius, That dreaming Emperour, whoſe phancy prov'd Truer then Phocas did, that did ſucceed, Thought in his ſleepe he ſlept, & death was mov'd By th' murd'rous hands of Phocas to proceed. Deames prove not alwaies night-mayres, counterfie Murderes awake, when we leaſt dreame of it. 11 This Phocas dranke ambition's Mercury, Which kindled ſuch a fire within his breaſt, Nothing would quench his thirſt, but Dignity, Mauricius muſt die, and His wife and his Daughters.all the reſt. Thus waded through his blood unto his throne This pro • 'd a dreame to him: the other none. 12 Once mounted to the high imperiall ſeate Brim-full of Honour, honour muſt runne o're, Let but th' Impoſture Pope his conſc'ence cheat • With a full pardon, and quit murder's ſcore Phocas will ope a ſluce, from which ſhall flee Supremacy to ſwell the Biſhops See. 13 'Twas he, was Rom's grand Patron, and fir • The Triple Crowne to th' Papall dignity, And that Rome might as horrid treaſons have gav He left his murthers for a legacy. A cruell Monſter muſt that honour be, That's got of murder, and full Tyranie. 14 Rome proves his wil, and then makes haſt to tak • A full poſſeſſion, next he ſeekes to find Some cruell skulking Ieſuite to make Him treaſurer of what was left behind: Where warres doe nought, there treaſon mu • begin 15 So have I ſeen a ſcattered army lye (The conqu'rer's ſtrength ſoon conquered by ſlight And yet the next day riſe with victory, Getting by forging, what they loſt by flight. Our foe may teach us how to winne the prize By falling often times wee learne to riſe. 16 The Ieſuite makes much of what h'hath got, Phocas his lcgacy ſhall not be ſpent, And yet he will be prodigall; but not Spend on the Principle, ▪tis his intent To trade with Hell, and put it out to uſe, That, which the Feinds return, ſhall feed abuſe. 17 And well he hath improv'd what Phocas left: For envy, Mallice full inveterate; For murther, Murthers, mixt with skulking theft: For Regicide, both King and kingdom's Fate: To kill a king is petty treaſon, fit For lay-murder, not a Ieſuite. 18 Thoſe poled Pates have quite impov'riſh't hell, And mate the Duke of darkeneſſe morgage all His hidden plots to them, treaſon ſhall dwell No more within Don Pluto's Stygian Hall, All's fell to them, they'l turne the Feinds out quite, And Hell ſhall be their owne before the night. 19 With jaws as wide, as the vaſt arch of heav'n They gape for Kingdomes, royall blood's their draft With treaſon's blacker feet they'r headlong driven Murther is counted but on handy craft. See all in this one plot, which though but one Hath all in it, the other all are none. 1 WHen bleſt Eliza ſwai'd proud England▪s rod And ballanc't in her hands the golden ball: Peace ſat by hir, laid downe her head to nod Within her Princely lap, and there did fall. Into a ſlumbring ſweet-ſecurity. Peace flyes not Scepters, but dread Tyranny 2 This quiet Empreſſe hardly could enjoy The ſweetneſſe of that royall maiden bed. But ſomething would her preſent reſt annoy, And with a ſurly joy, divorce her Head. Or treaſon's rage at home, or warr's abroad, Kings muſt not alwaies look for peace aboad 3 But alwayes as Queene-Peace • awak't, ſhe turn'd Lending a glance to bleſt Eliza ſtill, And ſmiling on her Angell-face, ſhee burn'd, And bluſht, as if ſhe long'd to ſpeake her will. But pluckt an Olive branch to give her ſtill, And ſo laid downe her head to ſleepe her fil • 4 Then, then it was, that time look't young agin, Wiping his hoary foretop from his eyes He lookt, and thought the golden age had bin, And deeming of himſelfe in paradice, Began to count his age, and ſcarce beleiv'd (Seeing Eliza) he ſo long had liv'd. 5 The earth was watred with a milder dew, Which peace did ſprinkle from her fruitfull hand, That Tellus in her ſparkling coate did ſhow, As if ſh'had on, that couler'd ſwadling band, Which wrapt her infancy with var'ous wreaths Like thoſe which lovely May, for Phyllis weaves 6 The plough-men earlyer then the morne, did riſe Whiſtling Apollo's ſteeds to watering, Whil'ſt with their chearefull notes, they did deviſe How to divide the day with quavering, Thus play themſelves to worke, & then divide The earth to furrowes, as the plough did glide. 7 They put Dame nature to the ſword, and made Her open wide her wombe, to lodge the graine, The plow ne're knew the ſhare, the earth no ſpade But Mars did make away for Ceres traine. New plow'd with ſwords, they beat their armor out For horſeſhoes, or to plate their wheeles about 8 Neglected helmets then were caſt away, The ſpideres tooke them for their ſhops to weave Their thinner-ſofter, Taffety, where they Kept a continuall working-day with leave, And made them monuments, that they mightly There, ſoftly wrapt in their owne deſtiny. 9 The hoarſer throates of Cannons bellow'd forth Not for Bellona's ſake to ſummon warre, But when ſoe're they thund'red, 'twas the worth Of ſome great triumph to be blowed farre: And that about the world, did give the fire, Or celebrate Eliza's crown'd deſire. 10 The Taratant'ring ſound was never heard, Which when the horſes e're once ſoopeth up, It makes them mad for battaile, and unſcar'd He runnes at puſh of Pike, the flame doth fup Into his fiery noſtrills, till it come Out of his mouth like to a ſeathing foame. 11 The drumme unbrac't lay ſpeechleſſe al the while The flute had got a cold i'th' ruſty throate: Inſteed of theſe we heard the Philomele Sing to the Muſick of the Lute her note. Peace lay a ſleepe under hir Olive tree, Charm'd with the winged Quier's Lullaby. 12 Devotion in her whiter robe, more white Then th' unborne Snow within her region, Go's to the Altar with a ſoule more bright Then th' ſpotleſſe ſpotted Bride of heav'n, the moon And there with holy-hands, and waſhed eyes Offers her undiſturbed ſacrifice. 13 • ſtraea keepe her ſtate; both eyes doe ſee • nd yet they both are blind: her eares both deafe • nd yet both open too: ſhe keeps a Key • o lock out bribes, and open for reliefe 'Twas ſhee that laſht Erynnis out and then Came peace & calm'd the troubled earth again 14 • ut night doth cloſe the eyes of dying day; • ſtorme doth alwayes follow faireſt weather 〈◊〉 never ſaw Proud Cynthia's aray • imſelfe in glory for a Month together, But ſometimes mourne, weepe in his Southern weeds And gliſter ſometimes in his Eaſterne beades. 15 • s conſtant is a Kingdom's fading ſtate: • ow Peace doth shine on it from open Spheare: • nd then a Counter-warre doth change his fate • rawing on it a gloomy cloud of Feare. Fortune's Queene regent of all things below: And Kingdoms, like the Moon, do ebb, & flow▪ 16 • once Eliza shine ſo bright that ſhe • n Earth is like the Sunne in his owne ſpheare, • arting forth Glory from her Majeſty, • nough to make the leſſer Princes bleere; The world will gather clouds to blind her too, Leaſt earth in glory ſhould the heav'n outgrow. 17 Envy, which can't endure aequality Ne're lookes at parallels, ſhe aimeth higher. An Eagle ſcornes to make her game a flye: Let th' bramble take acquaintance with the bry 'Tis the tall Ivie, that growes above the reſt, Is ſhaken with the wind, and moſt oppreſt, 18 Mallice ſtill layes her ſeige againſt that tower, Where vertue keepes the doore, honour the ho • One of them is not worth her muſtred power. A Cat doth ſcorne to play with a dead mouſe. 'Tis cowardize to ſticke one on the grou • Who falls to earth, can be no lower found▪ 19 Spayne, envy's mother, Mallice nurſerie, Squinting with both thoſe eyes at her, that m • This ſtripling Ile in ſtrength the world outvie, Building a walking wall, and fence to ſhade. This little vine from forraigne foemen's ſtren • Summons her forces, and invades at length. 20 Have not you ſeene the wood's greene God de • Like a ſtout Amazon begirt with bays, Marſhalling all her troopes of Trees t' withſtan • ſta • The inſurrect'on of the wind, that playes With them, & makes them ſeeme to march wi • Whil'ſt others ſeeme to riſe, and others fall. 21 • he placeth in the front the lofty Pine, • he ſturdy Cedar, with the Pine doth goe, • nd then ſhe calles the oake in his ball crine: • heſe march a breaſt t' withſtand the ſtrongeſt And keepe out Aeolus from darting feare At th' young Artillery, which march i'th' reare. blow 22 • ſt thus Spain's Coronell did march away • efore that wandring wood, which danc't o'th • s if that Orpheus had bin there to play, • nd leade them, with his muſick, captive ſlaves. waves, The little ſhips about the great, did dance, As maids of May, about the May-pole prance. 23 • ollicy joynes, with virtue, hands to helpe, • he greater veſſell rides before the leſſe, • hey ſet the Lyon for to guard the whelpe, • hat's couchant, whilſt the other rampant is▪ But all together ſeem'd ſo vaft, we thought Neptune had in his fiſt, an Iland caught. 24 • he Captaine of each ſhip, Ambition: • he Maſter, Pride: Envie, the Gunner was▪ • he Pilot, Ignorance her blinder ſonne: • he Sailers, preſt from Charon's keele, did paſſe, Over his ferry, and arriv'd at Spaine, The Feinds were glad ſuch pay to entertaine. 25 Their ſailes did ſwell in hope of victory, That made them bring ſo much of ware-houſe roo • As if they meant the Iland ſhould not lye; But they would ſhip it over into Rome. They rid ſo proudly all, as if they all Were of the narrow Seas, joynt Admi rall. 26 They look't, when Neptune would give up his ma And make them primate-lords of albion's court They make no friends unto Bellona's pace For warre munition, but to Pluto's hoſt, They ſend for ſcorpion-whips, as if they mea To whip us from our Iland Tenement. 27 But mountaines do oft times bring forth a mou • High towers weakely built the ſooner dy • : A Caſtle in the aire is not an houſe, Conqueſt in Arras is no victoy. Bold confidence will ne're prove armour ſtro • Who ſtands upon his own leggs, ſtands not lo • 28 Heav'n from the ſhips diſcry'd each towring m • And fear'd they went Ioves Pallace to invade: For as the ſailers climb'd the ropes with haſt, They ſeem▪d to ſaile heav'n's criſtall wals, & ma • A paſſage through the clouds to enter there, And of her fpark'ling Diadems rob the ſphear 29 • nd now the Gods began to count the warre • heir owne, and joyn'd their forces with us too▪ • eav'n ſhootes a warning pen to end the jarre, • r elſe to tell them theire a common foe. Then muſter'd up the ſea▪s, and preſt the wind To joyne in battell; heav'n and earth combind. 30 Aeolus with a gaſt break's ope his denne, • nd ragiug ſailly'd forth to graſpe each wave, • hen with his wider throat call'd Neptune's men • rom calme ſecurity, and made them rave. The winds o're take winged ambition's flight, Their I ride, a Prouder wave did ſwallow quit. 31 • ome hang on Neptune, fawning on his ceck, • oping to bribe wit'h prayers their enimy, He ſtraight receives them with a foaming check, Yet with his full embraces makes them dye. Some drown'ed in drinking ſeas ne're ſee the land Some feele the land, but ſinck in drunken ſands 32 Others before they're drown'd are drown'd in And therefore flye to harder rocks for pitty, The rocks do borrow brine to drop downe teares fears That they may mourne for them, but lends no pitty. Thoſe, that enjoy'd the mercies of the ſeas, Are caſt away upon the rocky lays. 33 Some flye, and ferry o're the newes to Spaine, Some yeeld, as glad to veiw our conquering Iſl • Though they dye Captives here in living paine • Some ſharke away by ſome preventing wile, But all being conquer'd all together yeeld To wind or warr, to rocks or England's ſheil 34 Have you not ſeene how in th' Olympick game, After the Conquerer hath wonne the prize; The people raiſe the duſt, to choake up fame: Vnleſſe ſhe tell the world his enterprize. One plucks from Daphnes head a lock of bay Another tunes his victory in lays. 35 So lov'd Eliza came from Tillbury Attended with her conquering loyall traine, Led by the Gods, who did diſcend the skie To leade her forth, and bring her back againe; That tongue be ſilenced, which cannot keep Her memory from an Endineion's ſleepe. 36 Glad peace reviv'd, and decked with the ſpoyle, That came from Spain's Armado, ſhe did ſtand At London's prouder gates, and with a ſmile Welcom'd Eliza home, then kiſt her hand, Who greiv'd, that peace had hurt her waiting eye • Sate down, that ſhe might reſt upon her thighe • 37 • e ſlept, and for her former watchings tooke • e licence of a longer graunted ſleepe; • iza reckning her, would often looke • on her face, and ſtill for joy did weepe. • rinces love peace, & ſhould their combates meaſure • o keepe their own, not get a forraigne treaſure 38 • ace ſlept, but as ſhe ſlept did often ſtart, • s if ſome dreame mudded her phancy ſtill, • nd in hir ſleepe, ſhe tooke Eliza's part, • s if ſhe had foreſeene approaching ill March towards her, & then within herſleeep Shee'd prate Eliza's name, and cloſer creepe. 39 • t ſlept ſhe, 'till amazement made her riſe, • hen in her ſleepe ſhe wak't, till Morpheus tooke • r heavie ſhackles from her leaden eyes, • rſt op't her ſluce of teares, and then awoke. Eliza melting ask't what feinds oppreſt Her ſtart▪ing phancy, ſcar'd her from her reſt. 40 • his Empreſſe with a milder voyce • om Philomele, when ſhe did proſtrate lye, then came • efore the bryer raviſht with the ſame) • eplyed thus: (Heroick Royaltie) I dreamt, and thought I ſaw Rom's Synod ſett In a cloſe celler, full as darke as jett. 41 There ſate ſad envy with thin-chapt deſpaire, Dull Ignorance, with ſuperſtition, And nexr Erynnis with diſheav'led haire Like to uncombed Snakes: Devotion The inceſtuous brood of blinder zeale, wa • ther • Which turn'd the Synod like the wandring 42 Me thought I hear'd their councell deep as Hell ſpheare They did decree to act on hidden ſage, Where treaſon Prolouge was, and ſceane as wel • And thus make England's Throne goe equipage. With lower earth, and yet no eye ſhould kno • The hand that ſtruck, nor yet the hidden blow 43 I ſaw the Feind, that drew the Tragick plot With buried eyes, Lent-cheeks, in Leſſ'us plight I knew not what he was, a man or not, But by his ball-pate ſeem'd a Ieſuite. Hell gave a Plaudit to the Tragaedy, Which clapt mee from my ſleepe ſecurity. 44 But Innocency ſtraight came ſwing'd from Iove, And bid Eliza ſhake off drooping feare: The Gods of late did in their armour move Fighting for her, and will they now forbeare: No, no, the Dove ſhall fly with careleſſe wing And never feare the Co • hawkes to wreing. 45 Then Poaſt from heav'n Iov's cheifeſt Herald came Mounted on Plumes pluckt from a Cherubin: His coate was azure, ſpangled with the traine Of Veſper's glittering-crue: which late was ſeene About Orion, for he ſnatcht it thence, As he came downe from Lov's high excellence. 46 Paſſing through Heav'ns rich wardrobe in his flight, Where ſtarres enamel'd round with blew appeare He tooke a longer robe more bright then light, But as he paſt the purer fierie Spheare, Dipt in the Element his robe, did ſeeme Like flaming Phabus yellow Saphton beame. 47 As he came downeward in his journey lower He overtooke the gloomy hoaſt, that ſhrouds Heav'ns face in darkeneſſe: Phaebus ſent before His beames to mixe a Rainebow in thoſe clouds, That he might take it for a ſcarfe, and tye About his arme, in ſigne of Victorie. 48 Next as he cut the lower Region, His wings ſtruck Muſick in the airy Spheare, • hen all the feather'd Queriſters began • nd ſtrove, to raiſe a conſort with him there, Thus plaid heav'ns herald wth their muſiek down Directing him the way to Albion's Crowne. 49 Arriv'd at length with loyall feet, he goes (Faith and good • ſpeede are wings for Mercury) Vnto Eliza's Court, there to diſcloſe His whole Ambaſſage from Iov's Majeſtie. Eliza dranke the newes: appoynts a day To heare, what Iav's Ambaſſadour ſhall ſay. 50 And now her buſie ſoule is full poſſeſt, Wrapt in the deepeſt robes of richeſt glory, Shee 'dornes her ſelfe, againſt Iove prooves a gueſ That with a reall acted fuller ſtory Of brighter Majeſtie, ſhe might receive Old Atlas Nephew, and more luſter give. 51 Thus have I ſeene the lovely Nymphs trip 'ore The Mountaines from Pactolus ſand, Laden with all the treaſure they there ſtore, All following Hymen at his firſt command. Then round about the lovely bride they g • To crowne hor, with a wedding Coronet: 52 One doth unfold her richer lap, a ſhop, Where Corall, Chriſtall, Amber, Rubye ſhine, Another takes them from her Indy-lap, And doth them into cunning bracelets Coine, Placing them with ſuch art to ſuch a twiſt That evry one lends glory to the reſt. 53 One curles her treſſes with rich Diadems, Another ſends a pendent to her eares, Hir neck, one bindeth with a lace of Gemmes, A fourth to deck her robes the glittering Spheares But on Diana's carefull breaſt there be An Onyx, friend to purer Chaſtity. 54 Thus Amphetrite met her bride-groome going Deckt with thoſe Diadems fond Neptune ſent As tokens to her; when He went a woing: Thus girt with luſter, Goddeſſe Iuno went, When firſt ſhe came in all her wedding ſtate With open lap high Iove to recreate. 55 But brave Eliza's glory did not ſhine • om her owne Spheare alone, ſhe round about • as circled with a luſter more divine, • hen that of Sols, which doth the Starres put out. Thus Cynthia have I ſeene Queene-Regent ride Whil'ſt all her court of ſtars ſhine by his ſide. 56 •• e ſiſter Graces were her virgin-maides • honour, clad with full variety, • ee did for them with chaſt Diana trade • ho ſpunne a thread of flaxen purity. Then wove it into roules more white then white▪ And broyder'd them, about with various light. 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈…〉 89 Thinks earth, I feare her troopes by land▪ or ſea Thinks Heav'n tho Cyclops battaile I doe feare? My forces are as ſtrong as both can be, I care not for thoſe claps, that mock the ayre. Iov's thunder will but drown our bellowing noi • His flaſhings will bnt light our dark'ned joye • 90 You, you are our beloved; we repoſe Great confidence in Rome: and with full joy Wee'l lay our Scepters at your fee • , depoſe And pawne our Kingdomes for you to annoy Thoſe that diſturbe your peace: Tis you defen • Our right, and we will ours to you intend. 91 Thus ſaid (Deare Empreſſe, dearer to the Gods Then Rome to bell) theire Legate ſallyed forth, And riding with the wind, did get the ods, He poaſted on ſo faſt to tell the worth Of his Ambaſſage to his Lord from hell, And greet his Highneſſe from th' infernall c • 92 Gladneſſe now plumps their veines, their bones are fraugh With marrow's fatneſſe: Bacchus runnes ſo free He with his ſtaggering feet light Venus caugh The ſtews keept open houſe: and patents flee With a new licence from the Pop's broad-ſea To admit all, to that ſhe common-weale. 93 Have you not heard how proud Darius ſteed, With open neighings did his Lord proclame King regent, juſt as if he meant indeed To ſhow in his new kind of laughing ſtraine How glad he was that day to celebrate Which choſe him Iennet for his riders ſtate. 94 • hen at the horſes ſuffrage all the reſt With ſhouting give their voyces to the King, As if they would joyne triumph with the beaſt To guil'd the day with making up the thing One throwes into the aire his frolick cap, That it may dally in her wanton lap. 95 Another from his purſe dilated wide As his free heart, let's flye a mint of gold • hat the poore commons there, may ſee him ride • ull mounted on his horſe in printed mold. Whil'ſt every cottage brings it's fagget mite To eake the day with a lent bonfiers light. 96 • uſt thus the Romane crew • ere prickt up with the Meſſage Hell return'd after their eares • rom their God Pluto's darker-clouded ſpheares) • ith joy begun to rage with envy burn'd. Their hearts runne o're their hogs head found a vent, • ith brimfil'd hearts, and full cups not content. 97 Now their exchange is toſt with no diſcourſe, Bur who ſhall be inſtalled Monarch here, Who Prince of Wales, and who in royall cour • Shall orderly ſucceed each royall Peere? What Ieſuite or Bellarmine ſhall be In Canterburies Arch-ſhip, or Yorke See. 98 With what a couching plott, and hidden bate They'd catch the Realme: nay England is their own • To their Infernall King it's confiſcate They'd only come to take poſſeſſion, Not • or to fight or conquer) and they'l bring Nothing but Peter's Keys to make them King 99 But is Iove deafe, becauſe he hath no care, Or blind becauſe no eye to ſee withall. The waking eye, to which all things appeare; The open eare, in which each thing doth fall, Saw what he heard, and heard what he did ſ • The eye, and eare in God's his Diery. 100 Seeing what envy had conceiv'd in Rome, Hearing what treaſon whiſpered in the dark, The God into their councels-chamber come Zealous to fence this ſwimming Iland barke, Opening the booke of life, they caſt up th • Eliza's vertues Chronocl'd in heaven. 101 • nd thus Conclude: what ſhall Eliza be • o loyall to the Gods, ſo true to men, • aith's ſheild in making Faith her ſheild, ſhall we • rowne her to ſtand and fight for truth, and then Suffer Rebellion from our common foes To Snatch both Crowne from her, and truth depoſe? 102 • o, no, Eliza is to us more deare: • ur truth's as deare to her: we will defend • he Faith's defender from all forraigne feare • et us to her a love-ambaſſage ſend. Goe Mercury, ſaid they, to Albion's Throne Vnfold Heaven's ſecrets unto her alone. 103 • nd now (dread Queene) know thus much, all was true • hat fell from heaven in that prophetiek dreame, • hich grace unfolded in his ſleepe to you, • he boyling fury of your foes did ſteeme Into a fog, and all the heaven's or'e ſpread, But by Ioves brighter ſhine 'tis ſcattered. 104 • he Gods have lent you as their choiceſt gemme • om heavens rich cabanet to England▪s front, • hat you might ſhine within that Diadem, • nd quite blinde Envy as ſhee looks apon't. Spain Sees, & covers, fame would ſteale it thence That England's faith might looſe her reverence. 105 But at Ioves councell-table 'tis decreed, The world no longer ſhall this gemme retaine, 'Twas onely taken from the richer breed To ſhow the world and put it up againe. Iewells of richer prize are not long worne; Virtues unto more crownes then one is borne 106 Kings have their change of robes: Eliza ſhall Have change of crownes, and royall Scepters to If earth won't ſuffer her to ſhine at all In her unborrowed brightneſſe here below, The Gods will place her as a fixed ſtarre Shooting forth glory from a richer ſpheare. 107 No (bleſt Eliza) Rome ſhan't circumvent With buried treaſon or coucht pollicie Thy Majeſty or ſtate at Parliament; The Gods decree Eliza firſt ſhall dye They all are ſet in Parliament above, Unto the upper honſe thou muſt remove. 108 At their late Synod thou wert choſe to be With the ioynt ſufrage of that royall houſe One of Ioves privy-councellers, that he His royall ſecrets might to. The diſcloſe, Heav'n hath prepar'd a crowne, that thou ma • reign Among the Gods to judge both Rome & Spa •• 109 • his meaſur'd out the length of heaven's decree; • his was Ioves A • iaſſye in full gommiſſion. • humble pride 〈◊〉 the Queene as ſhee • eceiv'd the news 〈◊〉 renew'd condition, And ſtraight ſhee▪s ſick of love, ſick to enjoy Her chang, her crown, her all, then dye for ioy. 110 • ut firſt before death did divorce her ſoule. • r heav'n eſpouſe it to another bridegroome. • s peace did by the love-ſick bed condole • er dying Patron in the fainting Roome; • Eliza turning but her eye (her eye Through which death looked out with maieſty.) 111 • id there eſpy her ancient ſervant peace, • bout to dye for griefe, as if ſhe'd faine • oe with Eliza to the grave, de • caſe • liza dead, and with her ſtill remaine. Shee ſaw her, and then ſaid I muſt leave thee Unto my kingdome as a legacy▪ 112 • ake from my fainting head this fading Crowne That I may lay mine honour in the duſt) • hen from thy facred hand preſent renowne • nto our deareſt Iames, whilſt you intruſt His honor'd temples with our Diadem, And with thy preſence ſtill attend on him. 113 With this Eliza ended: For her ſoule (As if it meant to goe along with peace) Departed flying to the higheſti Pole Tranſlated to a crowne of • liffe, and caſe Death opened wide a gate of life to her That ſhe through Death might ſcape both dea • & fear 114 Have not you ſeene a palſie feare poſſeſſe The guilty Traitor, as he dying ſtands In expectation of a Death that gueſſe Made over to him from the Iudges hands, Feare making ſuite to death, that ſtandeth by Death bring a Pardon, that he may not die. 115 Iuſt thus when Rome and Spaine rid circvitejud Of liſe and Death on Englands Soveraigne, Both brib'd to falſehood by a feſtred grudge Shee ſentenc'd was to dye, but all in vaine Iove ſends his privy ſeale the death, and he Brings her a parden, that ſhee may not dye. 116 Shee dyes; yet dyes not, dying doth eſcape Thy tyranny, which hov'ring o're did move Vpon death's borrowed wings, to make a rape With faſtned tallys on this virgin dove. Iove takes Her from his Crowne, that ſo her Crow • May not be tooke from her, e're ſhe go down 117 • nd now Eliza's dead; who did bequeath • ir virtues as a royall ſhrine to Crowne • uceeding Iames with a true noble wreath, • ommending peace to him as Guardion. All ſhined in him with ſo full a bliſſe, As if her ſoule had beene eſpouſ'd to his 118 • nd theſe had bin her portion: Can you tell What was full Regent in her royall breaſt, Which was not in our Solomon as well Say what in her, and that in him was beſt, As if that nature kept her mol'd to faſh Him after her in each proportion. 119 • nd ſo this Peere did reigne, that had not ſhee • rſt ſwayd the Scepter with ſo full a grace Thad bin a ſin to thinke that ſex could be • o Maſculine to keepe him equall p • ce But Iove did diſinherit all their Kin To make this woman, and this Maſculine. 112 • haebus can doe no more then call the day, • nd Phebe leſſe, ſhee can but guild the night, • or he can lend the night an helping ray, • or Shee put out to uſe a minut's light. Night gives to day, and day to night the way But theſe maintained ſtill a conſtant day. 121 As ſoone as bleſt Eliza did goe downe. Iames riſe with glory on our Hemi-ſpheare. Thus Scepters yeeld to Scepters, crowne to crow • In conſtancy is always conſtant here Kingdomes like Ianus have a double face; They look on both ſides with an equall grac 122 Have you not ſeene the ray enous Lyon run With roaring ſtomack for to ſeek a prey, Snuffling the until'd forreſt once begun With hunger-biting noſe to finde the way Rending the aire now, with a thundring throa • Then bounding o're the Hills, bequeath's a no • 123 Of terror to the trembling vallie by, Where innocency ſhroud's it ſelfe for feare Among the little lambs, that there doe lye And frightned often doe their food forbeare, Then when in hot pur ſuite ſh'hath loſt the da Shee follows night more eager for a prey. 124 Thus, thus the Lyon of the infernall tribe Out run Eliza's dayes in hot careere, Thinking his ya wning ſtomack thus to bribe By making her a prey; and faine would tare Her ſelfe and throane in ſunder, till they be Made Morſells for his whelpiſh pedegree. 125 • nd then once looſing his deſired prey, • is cheated ſtomack barks with hotter rage: • ow nothing will goe downe, but Majeſty • e rounds the Iland to renew his age With ſome well married prey, at length he ſaw Another game provided for his paw. 126 • he buṙied Embers of that aſh-heapt treaſon, Which lay like quenched coales in ſawduſt hid, • ome rakes up with the hand of blinded reaſon • nd blows them with falſe zeale, untill they breed With hatching heate a treaſon, which may be A plot-forme unto all cōnſpiracy. 127 What though proud England lately loſt her head The crowne hath luſter ſtill: the right hand's gone, But where's the Scepter though? Eliza's dead, But Iames is from her Phaenix-aſhes ſprung Starrs riſe & fall; the clouds are low and high Princes deceaſe, but kingdomes never dye, 128 The crowne is placed on a ſager Head Shining in golden Fleece: From thence will ſpring More rays of wiſdom: deep fetcht councel's breed And nimble pollicy where reignes a King. A ſtronger arme the Scepter now doth ſway, A woman's but a warrier for a day 129 Yet ſtout Eliza like a Gyant roſe And with an heart hoopt in, with valour ſtoo • At Tillburie our forces to appoſe And ſcattered like the wind th' Armade wood But now we meet both ſtrength & wiſedom • doo • Pollicy may, but both muſt overcome. 130 If once their Queene was ſuch a whip to Spain tam Their King will be a Scorpion: was ſhee Rom's feare? hee'l make Hell ſhake and Pluto Strength muſt not guide the ſterne, but Pollicy Cloſe wrapt in treaſons muſt ſit there, if w • Or hope to get, or get the victory. 131 And now that treaſon, which did ſeeme to ſleep And ſlept, Eliza ſleeping; they awake. The Goaler-Ieſuite, which her did keepe Cloſe Priſoner in his dungeon, now muſt take The fetters from her, let her looſe, that ſhee May range about, and ſit on Majeſty. 132 Thus have I ſeen foul guilt, and ſad deſpaire Making the Malefactor guilty cry, And after they condemned Him to feare Forced the Iudge to ſentence him to dye, And yet at length hath ſue'd his pardon too, Which graunted, he more villanous doth gro • 133 What though the treaſon ſlept, the Traitors ſtill • ept ſcouting eyes, & watchfull heads from fleep: • aſting ſo long from villany, they will • reake up their Lent, a cruell Eaſter keepe. And murther innocency, that they may Really cellebrate that Holy-day, 134 When ſlight and ſtrength doe in a Duell fight, • rength ſeemes the conquerer, flight feares that day • o takes her heeles, & with a Parthian flight, • ee kills her foe by running thus away; So have I ſeen a Ram retreate, that he With ſtronger hornes may butt his enemie, 135 • he aged hoary Winter now had ſeen • ummer thrice wrapped in her winding ſheetes, • hree races Phaebus with his ſteedes did winne • ut running the fierce Lion at three ſweats, That he was faine to get the crab to pace His horſes back, as he came from the race. 136 • nd all this while hid treaſon buried lay, • nd never knew a reſurrection; • t length Rome thinkes to call a judgement day • nd ſummon Iames to know his cenſur'd doome. A Spaniſh twigg ſhall ſtrike the Poppys head. The royall ſeed be ſowen in Romiſh bed. 137 The Heroick top-bow of that noble ſtemme Shall wither at the root, the branches fall. The twiggs ſtript off, ſhall grafted be on them That grow in Rome, till fruit ſprout forth like g • Fed from the ſop that fats the Ieſl • ite Forgetting all the former nurture quite. 138 They'l reigne o're them that reigne or not at a • They'l have more crown's then one or els have no • Lets tripling trees for them or riſe or fall; They'l aime at Cedars or let all alone They weigh not London's mace, that pretty ſtaff They'l write at once all Englands Epitaph. 139 At length the Gates of Darkneſſe open wide Through which Hell's Miniſters doe ſally out Though night-ſhades, ſainted Devills, very pri • Thoſe putrid poaſts with falſe zeale gilt about, With them their arch-ringleeder Ieſuite, Who vows allegeance to the Prince of migh • 40 He like his prediceſſor Iudas well Comes compas't round with his riffe-raf • e rout, The excrement of earth, the ſcumme of Hell; Who er'e hath brawny hands, hearts ſteel'd abo • For rapes, for murthers, and new cruelty Are his aſſiſtants in this villany. 1 • 1 • n Eugliſh ſeed, which with rebellious lungs • pit venome in their mothers face, and then • un o're to Rome, & their bound heart & tongues • o ſerve Aprentiſhip, ſent o're againe: At home they toyle in journey worke for Spaine, • 'entrap both mother, and her Soveraigne. 142 • his done, He calls them round about t' uncloſe His ſealed heart: But firſt he makes them ſweare That none ſhall prove a comment to their foes On this obſcurer text: That all ſhould feare Th' unmanlike forfet of fidelity If they intend to feed on Majeſtie. 143 Before he doth unlock his mind, hee'l firſt • aſt bolt it too, aud barre it with an oath: • reaſon's companions are guilt, Feare, miſtruſt: • telling it to tell it he is loath: And yet hee'l tell it blabbing guilt alone • irſt feares himſelfe, then her companion 144 • e brings the booke of life that they may ſeale • eaths warrant with it: they ſtraight with a kiſſe • o cloſe both heart and lipps, that neither tell • he ſecreacy, that now deliver'd is Thus making Heav'n ſubſcribe to Hell in ſinne, And ſeale the bond that they are all bound in 145 After wi • h ſacrilegious hands he ſteels The Prieſts blood wine, and gives the Laitye; They kiſſe the cup, and with a kiſſe each ſeales His cloſeſt heart to keep this ſecrecy Thus life to Death juſt tranſubſtantiating Whil'ſt they in one cup life and death ſuck i • 146 And now they ſtand preſt vaſſells at the nod Of Pluto to exact what e're he will, He muſt ſerve Hell, that will not ſerve his God; One ſervant cannot have two maſters ſtill Their Captaine Ieſuite conducts the way, They lead by that falſe fire goe aſtray. 147 Thus, thus thoſe Hell combined Feinds doe mee To ſatisfie blood thirſty appetite. They march like threatning Comets through • Which once appearing to th' amazed fight Preſage ſome bloody deluge or the Fate Of Majeſtie or overthrow of ſtate 148. At length their greedy feet o'retake the place (Revenge doth ſeldome creep, but poaſts awa That place where treaſon ſtood to end the race▪ And did for them in expectation ſtay. With death preſaging engines that did ſhow Their foes had not a guard for ſuch a blo • 149 • th▪ Engliſh Troy-novant they pitcht the treaſon; That royall ſeate, which beares the mother name, England's Pernaſſus, where diviner reaſon Hath built her Throne, and honour raiſ'd her fame The City, which this day hath Europe ſet Above her ſiſters in full glory dight. 150 • hat, which commands the Indys, France, & Spain • tripping them all of all their choiceſt treaſures • f wine and Spices, of the golden chaine, • nd yet to all the world her bounty meaſures. Feeding the hungry with a belly full: The naked cloathing with her nappy woo • 151 • l countrys worſhip Her, ſtrive, and which ſhall • eſent her with the richeſt offering; • rabia comes with her perfumed ball • nd gives it her as to the faireſt Queene: Hydaſpes flatters her with Odours too Striving Arabia's ſweetneſſe to outgoe 152 • aine drinks to her, and then ſend o're the cup • at ſhe may pledge her in the ſelfe ſame grape; • e Parthians richer Diadems put up, • d come to her, with a rich laden lap. Ʋirgeinia ſends Her that diviner weed, Which had Iove taſted, he would begge the ſeede 153 Her ſtreets no ſtree • s but pleaſant gardens are Where little Hyacinth that lovely boy Sports up and downe with young Narciſſus faire Tell me what is not there for Palate joy? Firſt fruits are duely paid to her, as if Shee were Queene mother, of all Cities chief 154 There you ſhall ſee the bloodbright cherry gro With bluſhing ripeneſſe, e're Dame nature can Couler her ſiſter's paler-cheekes, which grow In other places, with a faintiſh wan The unpreſt wine full bottel'd you may ſe • In forward bunches, tempting of yonr eye 155 Their various flowers dreſſe the riſing ſpring, As ſhe hath new got up, and make her ſhow So glorious with her frequent varying, That Iuno's bird being by would ſeeme a crow Nay forward Hiblas top may well confeſſe; To that, ſhee's but a wild ſpread wilderneſſe 156 Tell me (Brave Citizen) if e're the day Got up, Arabia did not call on thee: If whil'ſt on tender downe each member lay Thy bed ſeem'd not a Phoenix-neſt to thee: Thence from that gather'd garden did ariſ • Such odours for thy morning ſacrifice. 157 There planted is within her fruitfull wall The tree of life, which ſpreads faire branches o're Her confines, and with fatneſſe feeds them all; Their ſprouts the tree of knowledg more & more, No worme, nor canker in the apple is: 'Tis not a garden, but a paradiſe. 158 Cloſe by Her ſwelling Thamaſis doth glide Fencing it with a ſnakelike twinning wall: Neptune doth every day come downe the tyde And brings his Bride to ſee thoſe ſtately halls who veiwing them amaz'd ſuch ſtate to ſee Sincks downe into an ebb, and back doth flee. 159 • uſt on her ſmelling breaſt a Towne doth floate, The arched bridge 〈◊〉 thickſet double row Of houſes hedge it, through it boates doe ſhoote As ſwift as arrows from the Parthian bow. With whoſe vaſt weight the river's preſt ſo ſoare 'Tis forc't with louder murmurings to roare 160 Beyond it you may ſee along her ſide That monument of grace antiquity, Londons chiefe fort, the towning towers Pride: Where Mars, and his munition priſoners lye: Till peace diſturbed by her foes put in Sufficient bale to fetch them out againe. 161 Next neighbour to it ſtands oth ſandy mold That houſe, which with her dayly cuſtomes fils Th' excheqnor with refined fleece of gold Richer then Iaſon brought from Cauſa's hills, Thither the Indian ſhips their riches bring Vnloading yearely tribute to their King. 162 Where Thamiſis is broader ſet below Running in deeper waves with leſſer noiſe, There you may ſee a navy proudly goe Whilſt full mouth'd Zephjrus their ſailes doth hoiſe Thamis is London wall: the ſhips are all The watchmen, London ſets to keepe the wall 163 Some lye returned from their two yeares race And bring the prize with them which they did By tilting with their Maſts, running apace At th' golden line to cut the Ecliptique ſtring. winne Some overcharg'd with wine begin to recle▪ But ſome diſcorging it they ſave the keele 164 Some after they the fowler feas do ſcower Licking his ſlimy filth on either ſide, Rerurne with crazy ribs, beat with the power Of thunder tempeſts, and a raging tyde And there all furr'd with graſſe in harbour lye▪ That they may cure their green-fick mala dye▪ 165 Whilſt others round about them ſporting play Not troubled with that lazy ſloath defeaſe) • amaskt about their decks with glittering ray • atched with beauty like Ioves criſtall lays, Sounding the trump to welcome Thetis down Whil'ſt ſhe conveys the Eccho to the towne. 166 • ut on, and ſee that wooden Gyant riſe • ith ſuch a Monſter creſt, and threatning front • ou'd thinke hee'd wage new warrs againſt the skyes • nd like the Gyant race ſoone ſet upon't A ſhip ſo vaſt as if ten woods had beene Cut downe to build it, when they did begin. 167 〈◊〉 ſhip, enough even of it ſelfe to make 〈◊〉 navy, and hold ſtoutly out in play • ith an Armado: had it bin oth' lake • ith it, alone 't had frighted them away. When once it plowes the feas, • ▪le boldly ſay Neptune will dive that he may give it way. 168 〈◊〉 pallace fit for Majeſty where he • ay keepe his court, and did he deeme it meet • ight ride a progreſſe in it: ſhould it be • ſieged, with an hoaſt, till all their mea • e Provided were devoured, they might plant Plough, ſowe within it to ſupply their want. 169 Bnt yet come back againe, and with the tide Recover London bridge, that you may paſſe (Whilſt on a ſmoother wave you thorough glide With ſafety on the equall tract of glaſſe, Then feaſt your eyes on each ſide by the way, Veiwing thoſe frames, that caſt ſo bright aray 170 Leading to that, from whence Apollo ſpake In Englands Oracle, renowned Iames; Where once that Prelate Monarch Woolſie took His Primate dignities, thoſe ſwelling names, Which flow'd, and ebb'd at laſt like th' Emble • That riſe, and fell ſo oft by's pallace ſide. 171 White-Hall, where he once ſate upon a Throne Without a Crowne, and kept a Court, as if His king were Prelate, and he King alone Swaying both King and Scepter; till his life Proclaim'd him Traitor, and his Pride prov'd ſ • Not lifting him ſo high, as't left him low. 172 On either ſide faire Fabricks beautified With Dedall cunning border it about: On this the Minſter mounts her facred head, Where Britaines Kings in Chriſtned pomp go o • Being then firſt crown'd with the Diadem After dead Caeſar yeeldeth up his ſtemme 173 There lyes the royall duſt, and quiet bones Of all our Henries, the Marble their Weeps o're our famous Edwards and bemoanes Eliza's urne, paying a tribute teare To her dead Soveraigne; till all the ſtore Quite ſpent, it drys to ſtone, and weeps no more 174 On that ſide ſtands a Frame whoſe prouder ſpires (Guilt on there creſts with a deep Saphron beame) Doe court the clouds, and kiſſe Ioves taper fires Goe equipage with Heaven. and often ſeeme To lend themſelves to Atlas, while they beare (To eaſe Him) on their tops the moving ſpheare 175 A goodly Hall, which dares vye ſtatelineſſe With all the patterns of our former dayes, Brazen Coloſſus, tall Pyramides, The Epheſian temple ſhrin'd about with bays. That high-fam'd ſtructure, & that poliſht frame Founded, and finiſhed by th' Aſsyrian dame 176 A well knit unity this houſe divide • nto an upper, and a lower region, • o planets in their ſeverall ſpheares abide • et keepe a conſtant and united motion The King like Titan from his flaming creſt Sparkles his mutuall glory to the reſt. 177 With him, the Pawne of England's hopes, thoſe twiggs That ſprouted from the aged royal Sire, Shrin'k, as if Phaebus lent them pery wiggs; Budding forth glory, which was blowen there To fuller bightneſſe, ſitting next the King, Like Ʋenus next Sol more light borrowing. 178 With him, thoſe two tops of Pernaſſus Hill, Thoſe tapers, which upon our altars ſtand The two Arch Prelates, who with luſter fill The ſenate; luſter, which poore oile maintain'd Sincerer wiſedome ſhin'd in them ſo bright, Like th' greater put-out honours leſſer light. 179 With him, the reſt of Brittain's noble traine Thoſe ſcarlet troopes, that ſhine in royall blood Array'd in ſpotted Furres, richer then can Be dapple dyed in Aſſyrian flood. Glittering in brisker gemms then e're was ſet On beſt of Parthian King or Coronet. 180 With him, the Iudges all in cloath of goare To Embleme that they ſit on guilty blood; Vnbrib'd Aſtraea beares the ſword before, They muſt not ſtrike till juſtice thinke it good, And draw the ſword: She guides both blade and hand Iudges condemne, but 'tis at her command. 181 • ll theſe with full united glory meet • ike tapers mingled lights, which ſtronger ſhine • • he trumpets Eccho triumphs to the ſtreet • s they ride on with majeſty divine. The thronged commons twiſt their votes 'ith reare Teaching the birds to ſing an Ave there. 182 • hey're ready now to mount that judgement hall • here Iuſtice ſword ſtands bare, her ballance even • ce ſhink▪ her head, & Impudence looks pale • aring Aſtraea is come downe from Heaven • here ſtands Romes whipping poſt; the Iefuite • lucks in his horns, & thinkes of couching ſlight. 183 • ow prayers Elyſinm ſeale with winged flight, • natius cannot reſt within his grave • ey howle ſuch votes to that grand Ieſuite, • ith prayers both whipt and ſtript his aide they crave At length the Devill doth a plot infuſe And they ſing Hymnes unto Ig •• atius. 184 • nder that ſtately houſe ſly cellars creepe • o adders under fairer flowe • s ſh • ou'd) • ere Bacchus doth in drov • ſie hogsheads ſleep, • enus there his bottel-noſe doth crow'd Night ſpreads her ſable wings in diſmall fort Over the vault, and keeps continuall court. 183 Pluto that treaſon-Patron from deepe Hell Seing the Caverne with convenience ſet So nigh his confines; and ſo apt a cell To further their deſigne, he doth them greet With larger ſummes from his owne treaſury To Stock the treaſon, and the cellar buy. 184 Then ſummons all ▪pon paine of Hel's diſplea ſu • To midnight ſilence, whilſt with equall dole He doth his royall charge to each deliver, Which did from him like louder thunder role. They ſhiver all in cold amazement, while They heare the thing, and yet they do it toyle. 185 Tis thus (Heroick ſoules, our royall breed, Borne for no meane diſignes) let crackling bays Whize out their ſlender fame, who onely bleed In an Armado, that's not worth our praiſe Wee'l build our Trophys on a Kingdom's rui • Or wee'l have none: The iron's hot, be doin • 186 Tis red for ſtriking▪ Opportunity Iuſt now hangs out her buſh, catch hold on tha Or elſe occaſion's gone, ſh'ath wings to flye: If once the Synod riſe, Time ſhows his pate, Then faſten on his lock, and make him ſtay To ſee and Chronicle November's day, 187 Iuſt when that furniſh't fabrick ſhall begin To ſwell with Pride, becauſe in her the flower Of dreſt nobility is compaſt in, When Majeſtie ſits under her ſpread bower, Shining like Phebe in the azur plaine Amids beſpangled Ueſper's glittering traine. 188 When every ſtate is plact, beginne your play, Strait draw the curtaine from the Tragick ſ • eane, Let hell appeare in her owne ſhape that day; And let deſtruction ſally forth unſeene When th' King with ſugred ſpeech is charming al • Send him a plaud it from th' infernall Hall. 189 Then bullet up from that munition'd cell Thy ſplintred barres, & broken rocks to teare The prouder walles in ſunder, let all feele What ſands the bankes of Acharon doe beare. Blow up the bottoms of their towers to heav'n Levell their prouder top with Tellus even. 190 Each haves his charge, all like the baite ſo well, They chew upon it with a full delight: Thrice watery ſtomachs long, untill they fill Themſelves with Majeſtie, they long for might. Hope claps them on the back, & cheeres them ſo They feare not, care not what they undergoe. 191 Have not you ſeene how aged ſummer caſts His ſhedding haire by handfulls from her head; Her leaves toſt up and downe by Autumn's blaſts Fall in full ſhoales till earth be covered: Iuſt ſo in ſwarmes Hell's Harbingers doe fly Sent to take up this ſhop of cruelty. 192 And now as ſoone as night gave day the fall They creepe into that caverne vaulted deepe, But yet, not nigh enough to Pluto's Hall, Where they they their engines & munition keepe They muſt delve deeper yet, 'tis their intent To borrow Ʋulcan's forging tenement. 193 With ſpades, and mattock forces they goe down Like Hannabal they'l finde or make away; They then beſiege earth's cloſed dungeon And carve out trenches in the mangled clay. Break through reſiſting rocks, teare up the ground The rivers trembling back at th' noyſe reſound. 194 With beamy-yron-rowes they ſticke the heart Of Mother earth, that neigbouring Thamis grew Sill to have ſhaking fits as day did part, The earth ſo quak't with a quotidian ague. They dig'd ſo farre Pluto was faine to •• nd, (Fearing an undermine) to bid them end, 197 • nd now they are within Hell's liberties • rrived cloſe at black Cocytus layes • hey heare ſtrong neighings, which do mock the skys, • hundring from ſteeds, that on Cocytus gaze. They like the Omen, and petitiones make That they that harneſt teeme from Hell may take 196 • ell grants commiſſion, that they may unteather • he Stygian brood, and knock their fetters off, • he coale-blacke double brace come up together • urvetting over Aetna's hilly roofe. All hooft with thunder, prancing as they came They make each flint with lightning flaſhes flame 197 Aethon throwes miſt into the thickned ayre • om furnace-lungs breathing forth Sulphure fogs • icteus with buſhy taile doth ſweepe it cleare, • ill it all lyes on earth in ſcummy bogges. Orphaeus ſtaring eyes with fire glow. And in the ayre like kindled Meteors ſhow. 198 • laſtor like ſwift Pegaſus doth flee, • is wings deepe dipped in the Stygian booke • oe drop downe clouds of darkeneſſe, which doe • he Ile in ſable black, & makes her looke, As if ſh'ad bought her mourning, which ſhe went dye To hang on England's funerall monument. 199 Treaſon's wide warehouſe now prepar'd, they yoa • This blackbread broode unto Hells midnight • a • Whoſe axletree well loaded 'gins to croake Like death's Ambaſſadour, as Ravens jarre In untun'd harmony, and croaking tole A paſſing bell for ſome departing ſoule▪ 100 Full ſtuff't out barrells preſſe the groaning wain Whoſe riſing wombs, and empty nerves are fill' With black blue Peter, that • nkindled gaine, Which is through Stygian ſalted ſand diſtill'd. A little ſeede ſcattered on Erebus, And there to dryer mould, was parched thu • 201 The fiery horſes draw this loade of ſinne, With ſtaring maines, and racked joynts ſo long Till foaming ſweat doth dapple their black skin And quite weare out the carmans whipping thon • At length th'unload the wain, that they may loa • Bacchus, whil's they with theſe his barrels crou • 202 Thus adding fire to that tinder-fuell, They ſtrive to lick up with this dryer duſt That oylie liquor: faine would make a duell, Whilſt theſe, at thoſe wel marſhall'd barrels thru • But ſtraight conclude their private quarrell ſo That they joyne forces 'ganſt a common • oe. 200 • nd now the Horſes draw with eaſer thighes, Wantoning back to hell with frisking limbs • pitting forth boyling foame abroad, which flyes • rom their unruly chaps in hizzing hymnes. Quench in the colder ayre like cinders bright Which in the water hizzing, quench their light. 201 • hey feed on provinder of Stygian graines, While Sterops and Pyracmon are at jarrs • nd ſweat in blood of yellow S • ythians, • triving who ſhall beate forth more Iron barrs. Great ſtore of ſturdy Thracian Iron's ſent To forge at Ʋulcan's furnace-tenement. 202 With this large minerall the ſecond time • hey loade the cart, and weigh ſo ponderous • t made hells baited horſes blow againe: • ike ſlow Bootes now from Erebus They creepe along; their fiery mettall dyes Yet night bring's all into their treaſuryes. 203 • here in that cavern's deepe abyſſe, they heape • n Iron Pyramis, the Baſis layd • pon the barrells, but the top ſhall creepe Forc't up wards) to the heavens, and Iove invade Had you but ſeene that monſter you'd have thought Peryllis there his brazen bull had brought. 204 They ſtay not, but with Pegaſean ſpeede (Treaſon's ſuſpitious alwaies of a vent) They laſh their horſes backe with twining reed Who ſwift as thawing winter's current went; Then cut downe woods to billets, batter down Their rotten woodden Gods to bring to town • 205 Caſt down their images, all gnawne within To putred worme-holes, but dawb'd o're with pain • That emblem, nay there God head, trunke divine▪ Theſe they build o're for fuell coverment. You would have ſworne had you that pile but ſeene The wooden horſe had entred Troy agin. 206 With pickaxes as ſharpe as thoſe that breake The tougher yee of glazed Tanais, They next into ſome craggy paved creeke (Where angry ſeas 'gainſt foaming rocks do riſe) Launch forth, that they may cutt Don Neptunes warts Hew downe I meane thoſe raving rockes in parts. 207 Digging whole quarryes from his monſtrous ſide Then daſhing them to leſſer thunderbolts, Next downe the bankes of Phlegeton they glide, And there take Captives all the damned doubts: Make the day labourers to gleane the land, Gathering the ſtones lye on th' unpav'd ſand. 208 • hilſt others with rude mattocks dig up all • els regent-walke, and levell it alone • ith cinder duſt, which from their forge doth fall; • ay they'l not leave for Syſaphus a ſtone: All joyne to build a fort for envy's hall And hedge in treaſon with a rampant wall. 209 • d now 'tis built: they firſt dig deepe to lay • ſtrong foundation, with a mixed rout • f barrels ſtu • t with wine, and pouder-clay • ake up, they build upon that bottom ſtout Vpon the fire they heape on fuell wood, Vpon the fuell barrs of Iron ſtood. 210 • pon the Iron, ſtones their forces ſend • ixing a quarrye with a Minerall: • aſt with a faintiſh flame the fire ſend • t coldly upward Iron keepes downe all: And, leaſt the Iron with a falling • it Sinck downe, to blow it up the fier's ſet. 211 • us ſtrength reſiſted growes the ſtronger ſtill, • us contradicted paſſion rageth more: • Cammamell trod downe grow upward will, • bended bowes fly up, and ſtrike more ſoare, They hide the treaſon; darts foreſeene will Not hurt ſo much, forewarn'd forearmed ſtill. 212 Now match the patterne: Let me ſee who dar • Diſcover his ranck blood, and ſay that he Is of that kindred, envie will not ſhare With them, or take in more affinity. Theſe have ingroſt the ſaile of blood; no fees Can bribe up hell to grant more Patentees. 213 Now treafon's ready dreſt to goe abroad, And Faux hath borrow'd Plutos livery To manne her: Hee's the Pimp to helpe her trad • She never ſtirrs but in the night, and he Is faine to ſnatch a fire-brand from Hell, Which his dark-lanthorne-lights to guide h • ſti 214 • aux, whoſe black blood ſtood in his face, & the • Emblem'd the couler of his filthy heart Sooted with blacker vice, and ſwarthy feare, Yet blood-red pampar'd with raw fleſh: his pa • At every meale was wovſh milke, which • ame From thoſe two ſoare breaſts, feſtred Rome an Spain • 215 With too officious duty he prepares To lay his miſtris cloaths againſt ſhe riſe; Marſhalls the barrels, rancks the Iron barrs, Then primes the powder, traines it till it lyes Cloſe by the barrells mouth, ready to broach The Treaſon: lights, & blowes the kindled matc 217 • nd now he calls on • lowpac't aged Time • hinking his waxen wings are melted quite, • ach minute ſeemes a day, each day as nine, • he houre-glaſſe is ſtop • , or runnes not right. He ſweares the clocks doe lye, and Sextons fee's Greaſing their fiſts, that they the wheeles may greaſe 217 • hen ſends to Time that oylie ju • e, the Moone • pon her Heifers ſprinkles; bids him noint • is ſtiffened limbs with that, which Phaeton • upples his ſteeds; and chafe each ſleeping joynt. And yet Times crazy-ſtaffe doth ſoftly goe, And yet his tyred leggs as lazy ſhow. 218 At length he offers dayly mattins to him • ropping as many beades as words do fall: He knitts both prayers and promiſes to woe him, Come (Nimble Time) come to our Stygian hall Il'e let Thee in to ſee a Tragedy Where the Spectators act; The ſtanders by 219 Shall neither ſee nor heare; nor act, nor ſceane Doe meaſure it; no ſugred words collouge With peeviſh eares to begge a plaudit in: The proloug here, ſhall be the Epiloug And clap it ſelfe: a Tragaedy juſt donne As ſoone as it is but in thought begunne. 220 Wee'l hang no falſe lights out to entertaine The actors that their luſter may more ſhine: The candles here ſhall be the Tragick flame Not lighted 'force the Tragedy begin. A thought both light them ſhall, and put the • ou So quick an exit brings the Sceane about. 221 No muſick here ſhall call the Prologue in, But thunder-claps, & ſhreeking cryes (which com From tortur'd Princes to thoſe Ecchoing, This ceac't the play beginnes not, but 'tis done. Nay, whilſt the Sceane is acting you ſhall ſee The ſtage pluckt downe: My ſterious Tragedy 222 Chiefe actors are but three, and they all dreſt Iuſt in the whores attyre like puppet Rome: Dull Ignorance comes out before the reſt; Hir maides are Errour, Superſtition. Theſe follow ignorance ſtill but on this ſtage They all goe hand in hand juſt equipage. 223 The ſtage is rudely built as low as Hell, Hang'd round about with darker clouds & miſts The walls thicke mud, caru'd out of Natur's cell The roofe for Majeſty faire bowers twiſts. Set up in England, but the Actors come Out of th' attyring houſe of puppets Rome. 224 Ignorance enters firſt, a wizled Dame Wrapt in the ſeameleſſe coate her Saviour wore: So old, ſhe's in her dotage; blind, and lame Led by the Church, on crutches of the whore In one hand there's a Bible claſped faſt, In th'other a dimme light, which can not laſt 225 Next Errour ſtaggers in, drunk with the wine Of Fornication, reeling up and downe; Toſt with the wind of Church-faith varying Walking with naked feete all ſcurfy growen With dirty pennance: In one hand's a pardon, Th' other a purſe to pay for his ſalvation. 226 After her gaudy ſuperſtition In chang of coſtly cloaths ſtill varying: Her maid is counterfit Devotion, Who carrys after her ſome holy ſhrine Stole from the Virgin Ladies ſacred brows, To which with ſupple knees ſhe humbly bows. 227 Shee proudly walkes with tinckling feet, & ſhines ſhrines, In that ſame purple robe Chriſt once put on Hung round about with beads, & crown'd with Wearing the God ſh' adores with ſuch renowne. In one hand ther'es a candle ne're goes out, A bell in th' other curſing all about. 228 Sometimes ſhee's loofely dreſt in Hermite leaves, Girt with that cord about her hairy loyne, With which, Chriſt whipt thoſe buying ſelling Out of the • emple, who did there conjoyne (theeve • Both God and Beliall in one houſe together, Thus girt for pilgrimage, ſhe wanders thither. 228 Where all the ſacred reliques treaſur'dlye To ſee the Angell Gabriel's plumes, who brought The firſt newes of her Lords Nativity, The thirty peeces which her Saviour bought, The croſſe, the nayles, the tombe, the ſpunge, reed, The very vinegar, which he drank, is there (ſpeare 229 Theſe three leade forth an old, blacke, meagar wight With fatted eyes, blown cheeks, & brothel crown, Wrapt cloſe in weeds of darkenes life grim night, With necke into his ſhoulders ſhrouded downe, With fleering chaps, his gag-teeth threatning all. His very image was Hereticall. 203 Ignatius eldeſt ſonne, an Epicene, Proteus in doctrine; a iuſt courtier Prieſt; A wolfe in wooll; a glow-worme that doth ſhine Moſt in the darke: a Sainted feind at beſt: Rome in a Surplice, ranck hypocriſie, Rotten, but painted o're divinitie. 130 A Ieſuite; that monſter pharifie That faſts with ſweet means, keeps a box forth' poore, But Iudas like them fils his treaſury. What not? A juſt darke Lanthorne and no more. Whoſe tongue is nothing but equivocations, His heart made up of mentall reſervations. 231 He brings a map upon the ſtage wherein Crownes pictur'd are, and Scepters caſt aray: But cloſe by ſwordes are draw'n by coulering, A cup of poyſon's placed in the way. Daſht braines, rent limbs, blood ſpiltly's pictur'd by Thus Crownes they win, aud weare by cruelty. 232 With that, he ſoone deſcends a loathly cell▪ And ſets him downe juſt like Diogenes In's hogshead, where full barrels round Him well And there upon a plot he ſhewing is, Thinking to compaſſe more in's tub alone, Then Alexander can upon his throne. 232 At length he calls thoſe Three, that ſet him on Vpon that hideous task • to doe this deed, Ignorance, Error, ſuperſtition; They 'plaud the deepeneſſe of his reaching head, Promiſe to raiſe aſſiſtance, who ſhall cry Out of his plot to make a Tragedye 133 One error bribes, another Ignorance, But Superſtition with her conjuring charm's Commands them all, ſtraight after her they dance▪ Hypocrifie religion ſoone takes arms The chiefe were thoſe three furys ſent from Hell To ſtand for treaſon, and keepe ſentinell 134 Faux, Percy, Catſbey, Romes Trium-viri Thoſe Parri-regick people-regnicides; Spirits incarnate, abſtract blaſphemy, Who thruſt at Iove through kings and Princes ſides White gun-powder, who kill without a noyſe: True lime who ſeeming quencht, then moſt a nnoyſe. 135 A trebble twiſted courd of relatives Bound Percy over both to king and ſtate; And yet with masked zeale he falſly ſtrives Guarding the King, the King to captivate: A fence hath thorns, and he choſe Penſioner (Honor'd, with lending Majeſty ſuch honour) 236 Made his ſtrict homage a back doore, where He Might let in treaſon and rebellion: Over much zeale's a blaſt of pollicy To blow up pariſite preſumption. Thus an ungratefull ſnake doth often ſtring The breaſt, that warm'd it, once recovering. 137 Faux ſtrives to cloath his couching villany In Percys livery, goes for his man, Waites on him in the roade of Tyranny, But rides before him, ſtriving to out • u • ne His maſter, and his mate; they ſoftly came, Whilſt he in hot careere purſues the game. 238 A traitor to himſelfe, that would betray (Poſing the aire, that breathed Him a ſoule) The Patron of his life, before his day Haſtening to Pluto's file, and their enrole Himſelf for darkneſſe, and preſent his King, His Countrey too for a burnt offering 139 Theſe are the true borne of that Father Feind, A Cadmus brood ſprung from the ſcattered ſeed Of that true ſerpent's teeth, and now they bend Their forces that they may diſſentions breed. The purer blood of long liv'd unity, Which ranne in Englands veines, they'l now let flye. 240 So are they taught by theit Trivertick Father, Such doctrine howles forth triple Cerberus; Mad wiſdome! puddle knowledge; mudded ove • Like flimy ſtreames of filthy Erebus: Religion in the Lees! divotions mire! A cold, falſe, foggy, wandring, fatuate fire 241 Oh 'tis the cauſe, that is ſo Catholique, Rome's almoſt ready for her matyrdome▪ Our miters have beene ſhak't, if England ſtrike The ſecond time, down comes our Triple Crown. Religion cals, whilſt her cauſe wee cry, Tis virtue for to Sin, a price to dye 242 Aleaprous Church, a Church from ſcars as free As it is full of wounds; one onely ſoare: Feſtred corruption ſprings and runs from thee, So full of ſpots, uncapable of more What horrid Tyranny dare ſhow it's head, That hath not firſt at Rome, beene licenced. 243 Theſe, theſe, that joyn'd to beare that common yoake Fettred together with her ſacrament: Was by her ſacrilegious hyre beſpoke To call up Tyranny, and they conſent. Let's on: the danger's ſweet▪ a Bull ſhall be, Our pardon; merrit, our ſecurity. 244 Wee I goe no common road, away with that Prefumption, which is obvious, what e're Hath once beene heard ſhall never in our plot Iugredient be: Preſumption ſhall deſpaire When ſhe firſt heares of it; nay death ſhall be Amaz'd to hearc of ſuch a prodigy, 246 Wee'l take up hearts of ſteele, and triple braſſe Shall hoope them in: Then daſtard Tyranny To follow us to Hell; and there wee'l paſſe With confidence toth' Stygian diety; So learne new magick that we may extract Sulphurian ſands from Styx his Cataract. 247 Some ſcattered Atom's duſt wee'l gather thence, Which with impetuous rage, ſhall blow up all; An Omnicidian blaſt to recompence The fury of that thronged Capitall. Nor ſheild, nor bullwarke, nor that Iron coate Which fenceth thunder, ſhall this blow keepe out. 248 Nor ſtrength, nor care, nor both, nor all ſhall be A Remora to ſtop the full careere Of inſtant ruine; which well arm'd ſhall flee With cloſe revenge, and bring a weapon with her, Will all the acts of murther ſoone o'recome, Put an whole Kingdome to a martyrdome 249 That burning hill that keeps continuall ſire Caſting live coales into Calabrias breaſt, Doth but an hatching milder heate expire, And rageth with a fury quite ſuppreſt Compar'd to this; a furnace, had it beene But kindled, Hell had had leſſe fireing. 250 Nay Phoebus ſealding beames (though he or'etake The fiery Lyon at his raging denne) In ſcorching Libya could never make So hot a Solſtice, burne as this had then Wept or'e the flame they had not quenched this Had with their running ſives the Bel • ides 251 A fruitfull age; barren in all but ſome, Fruitſull in ſending forth a forward ſpring Of ripe impiety. What gulfe within The deepe Abyſſe of Tartarus can bring Bring forth ſuch monſters with a direfull hand Againſt anointed holineſſe to band. 252 Nor cholerick Seytha, nor yet Concanus, He that was pampred up with horſes blood, Nor he of Dacia ſervile Davns-Dacus Such Tyrant Myſteries e're underſtood: Nay the Sicambri that red pated-race Poiſon'd with ſlaughters at this vale their face: 253 The affrighted aire with cold amazement ſhooke Fearing the thumping blows it ſhould receive, The ſtarrs doe quench their flames ith' miſty brooke Of Acharon, as if they would bereave The Snblunary orbe of all it's light Loathing ſo black a deed ſo ſtrang a ſight. 251 Phoebe began her palſie head to ſhroud, And ſeared at the ſight pluckt in her horns▪ Apollo's ſteeds did ſtart into a cloud And each with ſtrange reluctancy ſuborns The guider, that he would let looſe the raine That they might draw the day quite back again 252 Phoebus inveſts himſelfe in ſable black Mourning to think upon ſo foule a birth. The Axle-tree of heaven begins to crack Fearing ſome new forg'ed thunder-bolts from earth The heaven's begin to weep, & with their teares, Would make a deluge for to drowne their fears 253 The unwreath'd ſnakes of the Eumenides Stood bolt upright upon the Fury's heads: The hundred-headed beaſt at th' news of this Hangs down his eares, his taile like twinig reeds He twiſts betwixt his leggs, runns howling out, The Ghoſts in ſtrange diſorder range about 254 The heaven ſtands ſtill, the Earth ſeems now to round In her diurnall circuit: the whole frame Of nature ſeem'd unpin'd: diſorder found Her order now came in, and tooke the ſame The world amaz'd, thought Iove had ſuffred Or that the world now at an end had been then, 255 The ſands of Boſphorus begun to groane, They heard of it and murmure of the newes. The Libyck Syrtes faine their heads would drowne In Affrick ſea, but Neptune doth refuſe The Arminian waves doe roare, and carry thus The news to Taurus, and to Caucaſus. 256 The Hyperborean mountaines, which retaine An equall portion of the day and night, Halfe yeare in day, and halfe in night remaine Scar'd from their courſe keep a continuall night The Oakes on Gargon on their tops look farre As if for madneſſe they had toare their haire. 257 The aged Alpes diſſolve their frozen ſnow Filling up Rhodanus with their melting teares, And Rhodanus doth her riſing bancks o'reſlow Blabbing to France and Italy our feares. Acturus will goe downe, Aericthon riſe, That they may leave tempeſtuous ſeas and skyes. 258 And yet, and yet, that hell-hatcht crew controles Both heaven and earth, goe equall with the ſtars, With proudeſt heads confront the higheſt poles Promiſe to warm with flames heav'ns coldeſt cars Heark, hearken, Hell applauds us then they cry And ſo applaud themſelves in villany. 259. And now the day's their owne, that glad-ſad da • That deare, that raiſing, that foule-faire weather, Which muſt both raiſe a tombe, and Trophy lay For England, and yet not for England neither▪ Britain's ſad Epitaph hangs o're her hearre, And Romes falſe Iubile is turn'd in verſe. 260 And now ſome pen that's Ieſuiticall Muſt forme a letter of equivocations, Indited by a head politicall To keepe the truth in mentall reſervations, 'Tis ſent unto ſome cull'd Nobility: Goe one, and riddle me the myſterie. 261 My Lord that Catholike affinity, Which knitts relation betwixt me, and thoſe, Which are ſo nigh to you, makes me untye What ſacrament to you, which ſhould keepe cloſe The deareſt ſecreat of my breaſt, but ſee How neare I prize your ſafe ſecuritie. 262 Then as you love that ſoule, which is eſpous'd In ſuch a fellowſhip, ſo neare your breaſt, Let it not be divor • t: you are expos'd Vnto a common danger with the reſt: Take up ſome forg'd excuſe ontruſt, which may Sue at your abſence on the Senate day. 963 The God's decree is paſt, and man conſent Both have conſpir'd, and ſeal'd their minds, that they Will muſter up revenge to puniſhments, This yron ruſted age ſhall battered be. A blow with ſudden terror there ſhall be: And yet the hurt, who hurts them, ſhall not ſee 264 No motions theſe commotions ſhall betray; Vſhering the ſequell with a prolog • e in, No trumpe ſhall ſound initialls to the fray To tell the foeman when he ſhall begin. A thunder-clap ſhall fall with ſuch a blow The left hand here, ſhall not the right hand 265 Nor ſlight you now this warning peice, you may know. Eſcape the ruine horrours o're your head, With-draw your ſelfe, take wing, and fly away, Or elſe your life's already buried. You may outlive the Fates; know, 'tis no more But burne the letter, and the danger's or'e. 266 Heaven warn's you, be ſore-arm'd: I hope that ſhe That guided hath the hand, and penne to write, Will ope'you eyes to reade the myſterie: He that doth read, and underſtands not it Is ready to neglect; neglect will make An Index to't, let care keepe what you take. 267 The Aenigma's tyed in a Gordian knot, The letter writ and ſent, but who can ſpell The meaning drawne in Ony'on juce, that's not Reveal d at all unleſſe the fire tell. Burne but the letter, then perchance you'l ſee And yet that burnt, tell me the myſtery 268 Who with the nimble ſtrength of Daedall wit Can looſe theſe tangled lines? what Lynceus eye Can ſift the bottom of ſo darke a pit, And there thoſe hidden mineralls deſcry? Who can this Labyrinth finde out, and trace That Minotoure in this Meander maze? 269 None but that eye, that ſees without an eye, None but that ſun, that ſhines in midnight darke. Could either ſee or reade this myſterie, Or quench this fire in it's ember ſpark. None but that Oracle, which never ſpake By Oracles could this tranſparent make, 270 God ſpeakes by men, the Devill ſpeakes, but by His wodden carkaſſes, God ſpeakes the truth, The Lyer teacheth ſtockes, and ſtones to lye, And yet a miracle doth breath from both. The Devil's raines hangs looſe ſometimes, but ſo That there's a curb commands him, too & fro. 271 Let hell begin to open wide his jawes Thinking to ſwallow heaven with yawning thro • Hell ſhall prepare his ſtomack, but for thoſe Of his owne Tribe, that beare her branded note. A pit is often digg'd for other men, But he that diggs, ſhall ſometimes firſt fall in 272 If Diomedes traynes his horſes up With living men in ſtead of fodder food, An Hercules ſhall riſe, and fill the cup To drench an horſe with Diomed • s blood. Peryllus may prepare a Bull, but he Shall firſt in his owne Bull tormented be. 273 Let hell ſend forth her paler Pegaſus That treaſon may ride poaſt on it to bring The newes of winged ruine unto us, Yet Iove can hang a plummet on the wing, And force the fates to hover till he hit Vnder there wings, and make them fall it'h pit 274. Iove calls his bird, that royall Eagle forth Makes him his winged Mercury; goe fly To Albions court, that Synod of true worth, And there this mantled monſter-brat diſcry. Give Iames the Clue, that he may finde the way Like Theſeus, and that he Minotaure betray. 275 This Lord ſoares on the wings of loyalty And faithfully conveys that riddle ſpell To Caeaſars councell, where true royalty • ate Iudge on it, and cenſur'd, each doth tell His ſeverall verdictt, but the meaning ſtill Was tyed faſt within the knotty ſpell. 276 Till heaven ſent downe a light, and did infuſe The truer ſpirit of an Oracle Into our Monarch's ſoule, to tell the newes Where dire Reveng doth, with hid treaſon, dwell. He reads the letter, and the language knowes That confus'd Ideome of his Babel foes. 277. And now the miners ſoone are undermin'd, Ʋulcan's diſcovered in his loathly cell Sitting with other Gods, who there combind To ſummon ruine from the depth of hell. Vulcan ſits next to Bachus caskye throne, And Pan is mounted on a rocke of ſtone. 278 The wooden God is firſt pluckt downe, and then Ʋulcan and Bachus are deſcried there Calling toth' rockes to cover them from heaven, Shrouding their Hogſheads under ſtones for feare The fuell's ſnatched from th' unkindled fire The fowle eſ •• ps, the fowler's hang'd ith' bryer. 279 What candle was it, that could guide the eye To ſpell the meaning of ſo darke a ſpell? What hand could catch at treaſon, and faſt tye That captive, to remove him from his cell? A light not lighted did thoſe lines unfold An hand, without an arme, the foe controld. 280 That hand, which once did write without an arme Printing full terrour upon Babels wall, Guided this hand to write that hidden charme, Which proved their's, as that did Babels fall. This did Ʋriah in his letter beare The ſentence of his death, ere, death came neere 281 That hand, which guided both, pluck me a quill, From the choice pineon of a Seraphin Dipt in diviner inck, that't may diſtill Full characters of prayſe, in charoling The wonders of that arme, which could command And looſe faſt treaſon from ſo dark a band. 282 Infuſe freſh Anthems in my duller muſe, That ſo it may outrunne a Poets ſtraine Lending the world new wonders to perufe. My Muſe wrapt up beyond Apollo's veine. Then in one Halelu-Ile ſing a conſort Shall drowne a quier of Angells full report. 283 Where lodgeth now that true authenticke ſoule, Which was ne're out of tune iu David's breaſt, But kept continuall harmony, the pole Still heard him in the quier above the reſt. Wher's that ſweet ſingers glory, who did make Each ſtring of his owne glory to pertake. 214 Warbling his makers praiſe? where are thoſe toungs, Which run diviſion out of breath, while they Strove who ſhould firſt outſing themſelves in And with a Cignets chame call death a way All ſtriving thus one conſort for to make Breaking the conſort, each a conſort take. 285 Were but that old Philoſophy in ſeaſon, Which makes the ſoule remove her lodging ſtill, Tuning in this, and then in th'other mantion, By tranſmigration lending the ſame will And power to enact, there were ſome hope, I might have Davids ſoule for Davids ſcope. 286 A way fond hopes! Blinde nature is no guide Eliſha can't Elija's ſoule inhearit, Then looke not where the Prophets ſoule doth hide, Without his ſoule thou mayſt have Davids ſpirit▪ The wind blows where it liſts, Olet me finde In the right corner of my heart the wind. 287. Thus'winged with the wind my ſoule ſhall rife To tune her Maker's prayſe, farre, farre before The early Larke doth charme the dawning skyes My glory ſhall get up and ope the doore. That from my enlarged breaſt a quire may goe▪ And learne the Spheares to play Novembers 10. FINIS. 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉