The Mirrour of Mutabilitie or Principall part of the Mirrour for Magistrates. Describing the fall of diuers famous Princes, and other memorable Personages. Selected out of the sacred Scriptures by Antony Munday, and dedicated to the Right Honorable the Earle of Oxenford |
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THE COMPLAINT of Ammon, the eldest Sonne of King Dauid, for the rauishing of his Sister THAMAR, accomplishing his desire, through the craftie deuise of IONADAB his kinseman, vvho causing AMMON to fayne him self sick: obtayned of his Father DAVID, that THAMAR his sister should come and visit him, and vvhen she came, bringing vvith her a dish of meat: rauised her, and aftervvard cruelly despised her.
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O
Ammon fond, borne vnto great mishap,
O lawlesse Lust that made thee doo the deed:
O wicked wretch now throwen in terrors trap
Where griesly gripes vpon thy carkasse feed.
Fye on thee wretch, lothe for to showe thy face:
Thy hainous act condems thee in eche place.
O lawlesse Lust that made thee doo the deed:
O wicked wretch now throwen in terrors trap
Where griesly gripes vpon thy carkasse feed.
Fye on thee wretch, lothe for to showe thy face:
Thy hainous act condems thee in eche place.
Hadst thou the hart to woork such villany?
No point of manhood did remaine in thee:
So to dispoyle thy Sisters deere virginitie,
A wicked wish desired for to be.
No merueil though at sound of Ammons name:
That all the world cryes on thee open shame.
No point of manhood did remaine in thee:
So to dispoyle thy Sisters deere virginitie,
A wicked wish desired for to be.
No merueil though at sound of Ammons name:
That all the world cryes on thee open shame.
What art thou now? a man depriu'd of ioy,
And subiect to a thousand heaps of woes:
Thy pleasures past is sunk in dire annoy,
Beholde thy fate how froward still it goes.
Thy deed is more then is thy punnishment:
Yet wicked wretch thou canst not be content.
And subiect to a thousand heaps of woes:
Thy pleasures past is sunk in dire annoy,
Beholde thy fate how froward still it goes.
Thy deed is more then is thy punnishment:
Yet wicked wretch thou canst not be content.
But moste of all when thou the deed hadst doone,
And gotten that which thou didst wholy craue:
Then in despite her presence thou didst shun,
And thought great scorne her company to haue.
O hardned hart yfraught with mallice fell:
So gainst all law thy Sister to compell.
And gotten that which thou didst wholy craue:
Then in despite her presence thou didst shun,
And thought great scorne her company to haue.
O hardned hart yfraught with mallice fell:
So gainst all law thy Sister to compell.
O Thamar, I my wicked deed lament,
I sorowe sore for my vnkinde offence:
Deserued doome, full right my state hath shent,
And for my deed, beholde my recompence.
A iust reward, since so I did neglect:
My duty bound to God in eche respect.
I sorowe sore for my vnkinde offence:
Deserued doome, full right my state hath shent,
And for my deed, beholde my recompence.
A iust reward, since so I did neglect:
My duty bound to God in eche respect.
For as I sat in midst of mirth of ioy,
At Banquet with my Brother Absalon:
Not thinking to receiue so great annoy,
With bloody blade he killed me annon.
Loe what a guerdon did befall to me:
That so from natures law did disagree.
At Banquet with my Brother Absalon:
Not thinking to receiue so great annoy,
With bloody blade he killed me annon.
Loe what a guerdon did befall to me:
That so from natures law did disagree.
If I had rulde my self in Reasons law,
And framde my life vnto a good intent:
Or if I had of God remaind in awe,
Then had not I my time to vaynly spent.
But where self will is suffered so at large:
Great is the paynes that after will him charge.
And framde my life vnto a good intent:
Or if I had of God remaind in awe,
Then had not I my time to vaynly spent.
But where self will is suffered so at large:
Great is the paynes that after will him charge.
For idle life procures this lawlesse Lust,
And idlenes is foe to Learnings lore:
Where wanteth faith, hope and assured trust,
There Sathan still hath libertye the more.
And Sathan aye dooth forward frame the will:
To that which would bothe soule and body spill.
And idlenes is foe to Learnings lore:
Where wanteth faith, hope and assured trust,
There Sathan still hath libertye the more.
And Sathan aye dooth forward frame the will:
To that which would bothe soule and body spill.
Therfore of Ammon heer a warning take,
Learne in your youth to walke in vertues waies:
Least sinne in age your pleasant ioy dooth slake,
And so forget bothe God and blisfull dayes.
Remember God, alwayes set him before:
And your affayres shall better speed the more.
Learne in your youth to walke in vertues waies:
Least sinne in age your pleasant ioy dooth slake,
And so forget bothe God and blisfull dayes.
Remember God, alwayes set him before:
And your affayres shall better speed the more.
Then vaine desire can neuer you assault,
Nor no such sinne as I wretch did commit:
Be warnd therfore by this my present fault,
And shun such drifts as dooth no Christian fit.
In all thy thoughts, woorks, woords, or deeds I say
For good successe to God continuall pray.
Nor no such sinne as I wretch did commit:
Be warnd therfore by this my present fault,
And shun such drifts as dooth no Christian fit.
In all thy thoughts, woorks, woords, or deeds I say
For good successe to God continuall pray.
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