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Thus rate they Cham, and then with fromward looke retire
To heale the nakednesse of their enyeared Sire.
To heale the nakednesse of their enyeared Sire.
Slept-out the surfet was, and he awoke at length,
And blushing knew his fault, and wondred at the strength
He found in blood of grape: then prickt with inward tine
He propheside, and said, Gods heauy curse and mine
Befall the race of Cham, let South, let East and West
For euer see them serue: but euermore be blest
Sems holy-chosen seed; be Canan slaue to them;
And Iaphet God perswade to dwell ith'tents of Sem:
So ended. O foule vice, errour, enormitie,
Nay voluntarie rage, distract, and phrenesie,
Not long, but dangerous! by thee, mad as a fiend,
Agave slew her sonne, and Alexand'r his friend.
Doth any burne in sinne? thou dost increase the fuell;
Thou mak'st the prater vaine, the hastie cutter cruell,
The vaunting insolent, th'angry tempestuous,
The wanton minde vnchast, th'vnchast incestuous:
Thou canst nor blush nor see, thou life in life destroy'st,
And holiest men of all with many faults accloy'st:
Yea, as the strong new-wine with boyling inshut heat
Cracks eu'n the newest hoopes, and makes the vessell sweat;
Turnes vpsedowne the lees, and froths-out at the vent
From bottom of the caske the setled excrement;
So thou vndo'st thine host, and rashly mak'st to flie
From bottom of his heart all matt'r of secresie.
Though no more to thy charge be laid, ô poyson vile,
And this were all thy fault, to bruten for a while
A vertue-teaching life, nay vertue-selfe; I sweare
Man ought thee more then face of ghastly death to feare.
And blushing knew his fault, and wondred at the strength
He found in blood of grape: then prickt with inward tine
He propheside, and said, Gods heauy curse and mine
Befall the race of Cham, let South, let East and West
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Sems holy-chosen seed; be Canan slaue to them;
And Iaphet God perswade to dwell ith'tents of Sem:
So ended. O foule vice, errour, enormitie,
Nay voluntarie rage, distract, and phrenesie,
Not long, but dangerous! by thee, mad as a fiend,
Agave slew her sonne, and Alexand'r his friend.
Doth any burne in sinne? thou dost increase the fuell;
Thou mak'st the prater vaine, the hastie cutter cruell,
The vaunting insolent, th'angry tempestuous,
The wanton minde vnchast, th'vnchast incestuous:
Thou canst nor blush nor see, thou life in life destroy'st,
And holiest men of all with many faults accloy'st:
Yea, as the strong new-wine with boyling inshut heat
Cracks eu'n the newest hoopes, and makes the vessell sweat;
Turnes vpsedowne the lees, and froths-out at the vent
From bottom of the caske the setled excrement;
So thou vndo'st thine host, and rashly mak'st to flie
From bottom of his heart all matt'r of secresie.
Though no more to thy charge be laid, ô poyson vile,
And this were all thy fault, to bruten for a while
A vertue-teaching life, nay vertue-selfe; I sweare
Man ought thee more then face of ghastly death to feare.
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