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Aquignispicium.
DEDICATED TO THE FREE and bountifull House-keeper, Sr. Le-strange Mordant, Knight Baronet.
Thou that art almost onely left to tell,Wherein our ancient Gentry did excell,
These vpstart plants, be still thy selfe, till we,
For shame reforme our liues, and wax like thee.
So plaine, free, vpright, honest, open, iust:
But sure first die, and rise againe we must.
A CAPITE VSQ; AD CALCEM.
The State is cast; God doth beholdEyes blinde, eares deafe, tongues dumbe with cold.
Dayes care to get, gets nightly cares,
Which memorie foyles, and iudgment marrs.
The faint hearts (slowly beating) tells
Dull spirits in the slacke nerue dwells,
The Liuer boyles with lustfull blood,
Weake stomacke brookes no meat that's good.
Loose palsie makes the hands to tremble,
When they for loue shake, they dissemble.
The gowty knees doe stifly bend;
The feete walke slow to all good end.
The Doctor saith; Repent, fast, pray,
Die, or this diet take we may.
[God bends his bowe but shoots not; see, it stands]
God bends his bowe but shoots not; see, it stands
As if the stiffe string were in Mans owne hands.
For God first plac'd it so, that Man might know
How prone to peace he is, to warre how slow,
That couenant which he made with Noah, he keeps,
His Mercy euer wakes, his Iustice sleeps.
And though our sins a second Deluge craues,
Hee'l drench the world no more in those salt waues.
“What hurt frō heauē fals, first frō th' earth proceeds,
“And Mans misfortune, springs from mans misdeeds.
Misdeeds that from our selues, friends, country come,
And where they should on all, light but on some.
The snow, haile, raine, are by the Suns pure beames
Exhalde from standing Marishes, whose streames
Infect the ayre with foggy mists, and then
Are bottled vp in clouds for sinfull men.
And for Mans good, in season they distill
Or out of season, to amend the ill.
The plagues we feele fall at the head and foot,
Are shafts gainst God our hands first vpward shoot.
As if the stiffe string were in Mans owne hands.
How prone to peace he is, to warre how slow,
That couenant which he made with Noah, he keeps,
His Mercy euer wakes, his Iustice sleeps.
And though our sins a second Deluge craues,
Hee'l drench the world no more in those salt waues.
“What hurt frō heauē fals, first frō th' earth proceeds,
“And Mans misfortune, springs from mans misdeeds.
Misdeeds that from our selues, friends, country come,
And where they should on all, light but on some.
The snow, haile, raine, are by the Suns pure beames
Exhalde from standing Marishes, whose streames
Infect the ayre with foggy mists, and then
Are bottled vp in clouds for sinfull men.
And for Mans good, in season they distill
Or out of season, to amend the ill.
The plagues we feele fall at the head and foot,
Are shafts gainst God our hands first vpward shoot.
Presumptuous sins in Country and at Court,
Greatnesse, and Grace, and Fauour do support.
The Pulpit flatters; Iustice sits and smiles,
Making a gainefull skill, of lingring wiles.
“Who hath great friends liues free, & wanteth faults,
“But without friends the vpright innocent haults.
Vice now prouides vs rayment, meat and drinke,
So how't increas't not how to curb't we thinke.
Greatnesse, and Grace, and Fauour do support.
The Pulpit flatters; Iustice sits and smiles,
Making a gainefull skill, of lingring wiles.
“Who hath great friends liues free, & wanteth faults,
“But without friends the vpright innocent haults.
Vice now prouides vs rayment, meat and drinke,
So how't increas't not how to curb't we thinke.
Old men waxe impudent, lasciuious, wilde,
That fits them best, which scarce becomes a childe.
That fits them best, which scarce becomes a childe.
Young men are stubborne, disobedient, stout,
And rule, and teach, euen from the swathing clout,
They all things know and can but (what they ought)
Themselues and vertue. These they neuer sought.
And rule, and teach, euen from the swathing clout,
They all things know and can but (what they ought)
Themselues and vertue. These they neuer sought.
Fashions from Spaine, France, Germanie, and Rome,
And Turkie too, with their Religions come.
So they are suited faire from top to toe,
And each new suite in a new faith they goe.
And Turkie too, with their Religions come.
So they are suited faire from top to toe,
And each new suite in a new faith they goe.
Matrons that are not dead nor yet aliue.
But betwixt both, in some part vegetiue,
Crown their smooth scalps with haire, we now makes braue
A second Mistres ready for the graue
But betwixt both, in some part vegetiue,
Crown their smooth scalps with haire, we now makes braue
A second Mistres ready for the graue
Young Maids (that goe for such) are Mothers known
And such as should be none, are Virgins showne.
O modesty where dwelst thou? Womanhood
Is scarce by our high English vnderstood
Vice growes so common, that it is far more
Opprobrious, to be chaste, then be a whore.
All things are out of order. Lawes are made
Strong meanes not to defend, but to invade.
Then why should we limit the sea, or fire
Within their bounds, and not our owne desire?
Southward th' Armado, and the fleetes of Spaine,
(Oft beaten) seeme to threaten vs againe.
And East and West the Seas would meet we see:
But that (O wonder!) Northward blest we bee.
The want of water was the cause before
Those huge built hulkes, could not approch our shore,
VVho came resolu'de of conquest: and did stand
As if they ment to beare away our land.
Poore Ile so small thou wert, and they so great
Too scant a sea for them that was thy seat.
But had they staide till now, now might they ride
On the swolne waues at ease in all their pride.
And into euery heauen their bold Ships steere,
As if no sands, barres, shallowes, had bin there.
We know whens'ere they come, God can prouide
Such seas, so high, so vncontrold a tide,
Able without their Enuie, or their ayde
To bury vs; for see how he hath layde
Our workes all leuell; draines, dikes, sluces, bankes,
Fields, pastures, gardens, mannors, farmes, and franks
With man their owner, and what Man doth feed,
Are buried with a sea of teares indeed.
And such as should be none, are Virgins showne.
O modesty where dwelst thou? Womanhood
Is scarce by our high English vnderstood
Vice growes so common, that it is far more
Opprobrious, to be chaste, then be a whore.
All things are out of order. Lawes are made
Strong meanes not to defend, but to invade.
Then why should we limit the sea, or fire
Within their bounds, and not our owne desire?
Southward th' Armado, and the fleetes of Spaine,
(Oft beaten) seeme to threaten vs againe.
And East and West the Seas would meet we see:
But that (O wonder!) Northward blest we bee.
The want of water was the cause before
Those huge built hulkes, could not approch our shore,
VVho came resolu'de of conquest: and did stand
As if they ment to beare away our land.
Poore Ile so small thou wert, and they so great
Too scant a sea for them that was thy seat.
But had they staide till now, now might they ride
On the swolne waues at ease in all their pride.
As if no sands, barres, shallowes, had bin there.
We know whens'ere they come, God can prouide
Such seas, so high, so vncontrold a tide,
Able without their Enuie, or their ayde
To bury vs; for see how he hath layde
Our workes all leuell; draines, dikes, sluces, bankes,
Fields, pastures, gardens, mannors, farmes, and franks
With man their owner, and what Man doth feed,
Are buried with a sea of teares indeed.
Nouember did we scape thy fift day thus,
That euery day thou should'st be ominous?
Doe we so soone forget the sixt day last,
And worst of all daies to our Iland past,
That thus we should so oft remembred be,
From what strange thraldom, we were once set free?
Or do the waters thus breake in, to show
How humorous and irregular vices flow?
How Saint-like Sacriledge doth impropriate?
And calme Oppression swallowes Church and State?
How close Hypocrisie bends his courtly knee,
And (wanting all faith) would haue all faith's free?
How holy Hymens sacreds band are broken,
His torch extinquish'd, and his rites fore-spoken?
How Gotish lusts needs all those waues to slake
His scorching flames, hot as th'infernall lake?
Or is't for all these crimes, and more vntold,
The faithfull Sea, which wont our Ile to hold
In his moist armes, from strange assaults secure,
Hath chang'd his loue to this sad ouerture?
And (for our sinnes) learnes vs to fast and pray,
Bringing in fish, sweeping our flesh away?
That euery day thou should'st be ominous?
Doe we so soone forget the sixt day last,
And worst of all daies to our Iland past,
That thus we should so oft remembred be,
From what strange thraldom, we were once set free?
Or do the waters thus breake in, to show
How humorous and irregular vices flow?
How Saint-like Sacriledge doth impropriate?
And calme Oppression swallowes Church and State?
How close Hypocrisie bends his courtly knee,
And (wanting all faith) would haue all faith's free?
How holy Hymens sacreds band are broken,
His torch extinquish'd, and his rites fore-spoken?
How Gotish lusts needs all those waues to slake
His scorching flames, hot as th'infernall lake?
Or is't for all these crimes, and more vntold,
The faithfull Sea, which wont our Ile to hold
In his moist armes, from strange assaults secure,
Hath chang'd his loue to this sad ouerture?
Bringing in fish, sweeping our flesh away?
That land which (Goshen-like) did flow whil-ere,
With all that Man desires or life holds deere,
So that no spot in all this Iles large field,
The sythe more hay, sickle more corne did yield:
Where sweetnes was the sawce, and fatnes fed,
Whil'st Dearth, and Famine from the confines fled:
Where the stiffe-vdder'd Cow long'd twice a day,
To meet the merry milke-maide on the way:
And missing her by chance, wrot on the ground
With milke-white letters where she would be found,
Now prostrate lyes; the goodly beauty foil'd,
The welth wash'd thence, the gards & trēches spoil'd.
O what assurance haue we then in clay
Which (if not Lawyers) Seas thus eat away?
Build farre from waters, that secures thy feare,
Though lesse thy profit be, safe dwelling there.
With all that Man desires or life holds deere,
So that no spot in all this Iles large field,
The sythe more hay, sickle more corne did yield:
Where sweetnes was the sawce, and fatnes fed,
Whil'st Dearth, and Famine from the confines fled:
Where the stiffe-vdder'd Cow long'd twice a day,
To meet the merry milke-maide on the way:
And missing her by chance, wrot on the ground
With milke-white letters where she would be found,
Now prostrate lyes; the goodly beauty foil'd,
The welth wash'd thence, the gards & trēches spoil'd.
O what assurance haue we then in clay
Which (if not Lawyers) Seas thus eat away?
Build farre from waters, that secures thy feare,
Though lesse thy profit be, safe dwelling there.
O no; what's that I see? a raging flame
Mounts vp in yonder plaine, and none can tame
His hot misgouern'd furie. Water heere
Some cry, but no such element is neere.
Like a mad-Dog that through the thronged streets
Ranging with rage snatcheth at all he meets,
And all that bitten are, as mad as he,
Runne raging too, that few or none scape free:
The cry is vp, and euery man stands arm'd,
To do he knowes not what till he be harm'd;
And then to saue himselfe neglects the rest,
And madly mischiefe does when he meanes best.
Or as a towne of strength, at dead of night,
Surpriz'd (by sodaine stratagem or slight,)
The people (with the allarum bell awak'd)
Run out to see what newes amaz'd and nak'd;
And meeting death abroad, for life run home,
And finde their houses sack'd before they come.
Then turning backe againe they know not whither,
Flocke all on heaps and dye like freinds together:
So far'de it there; the fire flew vp and downe
Snatching at euery house within the towne.
And whilst one thought his neighbors house to saue,
He sees his owne doth instant succour craue.
Mounts vp in yonder plaine, and none can tame
His hot misgouern'd furie. Water heere
Some cry, but no such element is neere.
Like a mad-Dog that through the thronged streets
Ranging with rage snatcheth at all he meets,
And all that bitten are, as mad as he,
Runne raging too, that few or none scape free:
The cry is vp, and euery man stands arm'd,
To do he knowes not what till he be harm'd;
And then to saue himselfe neglects the rest,
And madly mischiefe does when he meanes best.
Surpriz'd (by sodaine stratagem or slight,)
The people (with the allarum bell awak'd)
Run out to see what newes amaz'd and nak'd;
And meeting death abroad, for life run home,
And finde their houses sack'd before they come.
Then turning backe againe they know not whither,
Flocke all on heaps and dye like freinds together:
So far'de it there; the fire flew vp and downe
Snatching at euery house within the towne.
And whilst one thought his neighbors house to saue,
He sees his owne doth instant succour craue.
Here stands an Alehouse tosting, and the Hostis
Swearing her false-scor'd de tally burn'd or lost is.
The Tapster (wanting water) plies with ale
The thirstie fire which drinks both new and stale,
And by that oyly-liquor is not quenched
But rather (Drunkard-like) inrag'd, incensed.
The Host (instead of pailes) fils pots and sweares
Hee'le vse no penny-pots that wants their eares.
Wisheth his Iuggs were bigger, he would fill them,
And (but in vaine) on the wilde fire doth spill them.
Here stares an Ostler whil'st the flame makes ceasure,
On his small bottles and his ostry measure,
And here a Chamberlaine giues quicke attendance
To saue his pretty faggots with a vengeance.
Those pretty faggots which fire-hot being eat
In a cold morning, scarce would make one sweat.
Here runs a rauening Usurer dog-like tyred
Betwixt his owne house and the mort-gagde fired.
Here flames a barne of some ingrossing Farmer.
And here the study burnes of some false Termer.
Here stands a kennell, there a rack and manger
For running horses, but both stay the danger.
A Baude houles here, and here a neast of whores
Burnde oft within, are now burnde out of dores.
Heere's a Tobacco shop, and in the Celler
Th' Indian Deuil, our band, witch, whore, man-queller,
That spirit waster, and that Liuer heater,
Of t'humor radicall that greedy eater,
That breath corrupter, and quick-eye-sight spoyler,
That wit confounder, and strong Memorie foyler,
That pickpurse, theefe, time-cheater, connycatcher,
That alehouse haunter, and fell mischiefe hatcher,
That all compounded euill of euery Nation,
Too bad (almost) for th'English imitation;
Tobacco by the fire was there caroused
With large pettounes, in pisse perfum'd and soused.
Swearing her false-scor'd de tally burn'd or lost is.
The Tapster (wanting water) plies with ale
The thirstie fire which drinks both new and stale,
And by that oyly-liquor is not quenched
But rather (Drunkard-like) inrag'd, incensed.
The Host (instead of pailes) fils pots and sweares
Hee'le vse no penny-pots that wants their eares.
Wisheth his Iuggs were bigger, he would fill them,
And (but in vaine) on the wilde fire doth spill them.
Here stares an Ostler whil'st the flame makes ceasure,
On his small bottles and his ostry measure,
And here a Chamberlaine giues quicke attendance
To saue his pretty faggots with a vengeance.
Those pretty faggots which fire-hot being eat
In a cold morning, scarce would make one sweat.
Here runs a rauening Usurer dog-like tyred
Betwixt his owne house and the mort-gagde fired.
And here the study burnes of some false Termer.
Here stands a kennell, there a rack and manger
For running horses, but both stay the danger.
A Baude houles here, and here a neast of whores
Burnde oft within, are now burnde out of dores.
Heere's a Tobacco shop, and in the Celler
Th' Indian Deuil, our band, witch, whore, man-queller,
That spirit waster, and that Liuer heater,
Of t'humor radicall that greedy eater,
That breath corrupter, and quick-eye-sight spoyler,
That wit confounder, and strong Memorie foyler,
That pickpurse, theefe, time-cheater, connycatcher,
That alehouse haunter, and fell mischiefe hatcher,
That all compounded euill of euery Nation,
Too bad (almost) for th'English imitation;
Tobacco by the fire was there caroused
With large pettounes, in pisse perfum'd and soused.
Thus what full many thrifty yeeres erected,
One prodigall flame hath wasted and deiected.
And now (behold) the prouder Chimnies stand
As heires left well, who wasted haue their land,
Of whom the common people vse to say,
It's pitty proper men should thus decay;
Yet none releeues them, or build vp their state
To such an eminent fortune as of late.
Mongst these one Chimney stands, where passers by
May reade this sentence with a running eye,
Nothing is so close carried or concealde,
Which shall not be in his due time reueal'd.
Whether by chance or by diuine decree,
(For so all humane actions ordr'ed bee)
This obiect stands; that all may make good vse
Of what they see, or quit them from excuse,
Ile not determine. Let it bee my folly
Rather than bee profane, to bee too holy.
One prodigall flame hath wasted and deiected.
And now (behold) the prouder Chimnies stand
As heires left well, who wasted haue their land,
Of whom the common people vse to say,
It's pitty proper men should thus decay;
Yet none releeues them, or build vp their state
To such an eminent fortune as of late.
Mongst these one Chimney stands, where passers by
May reade this sentence with a running eye,
Nothing is so close carried or concealde,
Which shall not be in his due time reueal'd.
(For so all humane actions ordr'ed bee)
This obiect stands; that all may make good vse
Of what they see, or quit them from excuse,
Ile not determine. Let it bee my folly
Rather than bee profane, to bee too holy.
He that once drown'd the world, can if he please,
Drowne part or the whole world againe with ease:
But since his word is past, though we abound
With that which caus'd the former world be drown'd
Hee'le keep his promise, and the Sea restraine
From ouerflowing sinfull flesh againe.
Yet is it in his power the whole t'mmerse
In variable woes; plagues to disperse
In the most frequent streetes, most fragrant fields,
That th'ayre may breath out death, we helth now yields
Or thin cheek'd Famine (though a stranger borne)
Who now to know on Fridayes th'English scorn,
Who of all forrainers is worst intreated,
His fashion left, himselfe in prison seated,
May be familiar with our countreymen
(Like a post-Natus, or free Denizen)
And that without an act, if God thinke good,
Though all the Peeres and Commons it withstood.
Drowne part or the whole world againe with ease:
But since his word is past, though we abound
With that which caus'd the former world be drown'd
Hee'le keep his promise, and the Sea restraine
From ouerflowing sinfull flesh againe.
Yet is it in his power the whole t'mmerse
In variable woes; plagues to disperse
In the most frequent streetes, most fragrant fields,
That th'ayre may breath out death, we helth now yields
Or thin cheek'd Famine (though a stranger borne)
Who now to know on Fridayes th'English scorn,
Who of all forrainers is worst intreated,
His fashion left, himselfe in prison seated,
May be familiar with our countreymen
(Like a post-Natus, or free Denizen)
And that without an act, if God thinke good,
Though all the Peeres and Commons it withstood.
Fire, aire, earth, water, all are his: he can
With or without these, saue or punish Man.
No place is free from him, no thing is hid,
He knowes what Faukes, Persie, and Catesbie did
Vnder the ground; and what new plots doe come
From hell, or from hels Councel-chamber (Rome).
And this, (and all els) his blest hand reueales
To his elect, and with deliuerance seales.
With or without these, saue or punish Man.
No place is free from him, no thing is hid,
He knowes what Faukes, Persie, and Catesbie did
Vnder the ground; and what new plots doe come
From hell, or from hels Councel-chamber (Rome).
To his elect, and with deliuerance seales.
Attend his pleasure then; first we shall see
Rome burne, and all with Rome that lynked bee.
Then the whole world; and that fire shall disclose
Each truth, each falshood, and each cause of those.
Till then, these waters doe but wash the slime
Of Babel from this too indifferent time.
These petty fires, kindle our loue and zeale,
(Halfe-dead) to King, the Church, & cōmon-weale,
Affliction profits. Strike vs (Lord) in loue;
Let thy milde hand each way our firme faith proue.
But let not Babel triumph in our fall,
Nor any that on Baal, or Dag in call.
Rome burne, and all with Rome that lynked bee.
Then the whole world; and that fire shall disclose
Each truth, each falshood, and each cause of those.
Till then, these waters doe but wash the slime
Of Babel from this too indifferent time.
These petty fires, kindle our loue and zeale,
(Halfe-dead) to King, the Church, & cōmon-weale,
Affliction profits. Strike vs (Lord) in loue;
Let thy milde hand each way our firme faith proue.
But let not Babel triumph in our fall,
Nor any that on Baal, or Dag in call.
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