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Satellitium.
Dedicated to all that stand Sentinell, that watch and ward in defence of this kingdome, especially to the strength and guard of the State.
Be of one minde; Religion tyes a knot,Which none vndoes, by practise or by plot.
But if in that we differ, be our breed
Within one house, or wombe, of all one seede.
“Tis seuerd soone by hate, respect, or gold,
Which Law can neuer soulder, art make hold.
“Faith only ioynes, what nothing sunder can.
“Beasts loue for benefits, for vertue Man.
VVho guarded round about, with Parthian bowes,
Or Spanish pikes; or hedg'd and dikt with rowes
Of sturdie Ianisaries, or the shot
Of hardy Swizzars, or the valiant Scot,
And after these with walles of steele and brasse,
Hemd in so close that scarce the ayre may passe
Betwixt the cliffes, is not so free from doubt,
As is that King whom loue doth guard about.
Whom subiects loue doth guard, because that he
Guards them from all oppression, and makes free
His noble fauourers to desert and worth,
Spreading his valiant vertues frankly forth,
That both his owne may finde, and neighbors know,
What glorious fruit doth from religion grow.
How sweet an odor Iustice sends to heauen,
How rare example is to Princes giuen,
By vertuous deeds, to stop the mouthes of those,
Who vnreform'de are reformations foes.
Such one sleepes safe within the armes of loue,
Diuine regard doth all his subiects moue
To due obedience; and with sacred awe
Binds conscience, with a stronger bond then lawe.
Such heauen informes, whilst hell doth vndermine,
And spite of darkest plots with grace diuine
Doth hedge about, that naked in the armes
Of enemies he is preseru'd from harmes.
They sleepe securely, feed on holsome cates,
Angels their beds make, cookes their delicates
Giues Antidotes gainst poysons, doth defend
Gainst damned witches and their God the fiend,
No Iesuits at their elbowes can do hurt,
Nor troopes of Papists that their courts ingirt.
For God doth them in his blest armes inclose,
Safe, though their chiefest fauourites were foes.
Or Spanish pikes; or hedg'd and dikt with rowes
Of sturdie Ianisaries, or the shot
Of hardy Swizzars, or the valiant Scot,
Hemd in so close that scarce the ayre may passe
Betwixt the cliffes, is not so free from doubt,
As is that King whom loue doth guard about.
Whom subiects loue doth guard, because that he
Guards them from all oppression, and makes free
His noble fauourers to desert and worth,
Spreading his valiant vertues frankly forth,
That both his owne may finde, and neighbors know,
What glorious fruit doth from religion grow.
How sweet an odor Iustice sends to heauen,
How rare example is to Princes giuen,
By vertuous deeds, to stop the mouthes of those,
Who vnreform'de are reformations foes.
Such one sleepes safe within the armes of loue,
Diuine regard doth all his subiects moue
To due obedience; and with sacred awe
Binds conscience, with a stronger bond then lawe.
Such heauen informes, whilst hell doth vndermine,
And spite of darkest plots with grace diuine
Doth hedge about, that naked in the armes
Of enemies he is preseru'd from harmes.
They sleepe securely, feed on holsome cates,
Angels their beds make, cookes their delicates
Giues Antidotes gainst poysons, doth defend
Gainst damned witches and their God the fiend,
No Iesuits at their elbowes can do hurt,
Nor troopes of Papists that their courts ingirt.
For God doth them in his blest armes inclose,
Safe, though their chiefest fauourites were foes.
O happy then good Kings proceed, ride on,
Grow vp in glory, as you haue begun.
Ride on for truths sake, looke on either hand,
How you are guarded with a heauenly band
Of blessed spirits, who shall lead you still
In holy paths, and guide your steps from ill.
These being with you, you shall boldly tread
Vpon the Lyon, and the Dragons head,
And trample danger vnderneath your feete,
As men tread stones, or dirt within the street,
Which only spraids them; your heauen-garded state
Is safer far, then that of Mithridate,
The King of Pontus, vnto whom befell,
VVhat strange aduenture in this tale I tell.
Grow vp in glory, as you haue begun.
How you are guarded with a heauenly band
Of blessed spirits, who shall lead you still
In holy paths, and guide your steps from ill.
These being with you, you shall boldly tread
Vpon the Lyon, and the Dragons head,
And trample danger vnderneath your feete,
As men tread stones, or dirt within the street,
Which only spraids them; your heauen-garded state
Is safer far, then that of Mithridate,
The King of Pontus, vnto whom befell,
VVhat strange aduenture in this tale I tell.
This King perceiuing well there was no band,
Of duty, loue, or nature, could withstand
The strong inticement of corrupting gold,
Or baser lust, or humor ouerbold,
Or fond ambition (which makes empty slaues
Swim bladder borne vpon the floting waues
Of false Opinion, with the arme of pride,
Of borrowed power, and ignorance beside)
But that these would peruert the faith they had,
And cause them after farther hopes run mad;
Did to preuent all this, a guard prouide
Of faithfull beasts, whose strength had oft been tried.
A Bull, a Horse, a Hare, the Captaines were,
Of this strong guard, whose force did nothing feare
But falshood, and Ingratitude, and Treason,
From which they were as free, as man from reason
VVhy knowing more then beasts, he should not hate
As they doe, to be treacherous, and ingrate.
Of duty, loue, or nature, could withstand
The strong inticement of corrupting gold,
Or baser lust, or humor ouerbold,
Or fond ambition (which makes empty slaues
Swim bladder borne vpon the floting waues
Of false Opinion, with the arme of pride,
Of borrowed power, and ignorance beside)
But that these would peruert the faith they had,
And cause them after farther hopes run mad;
Did to preuent all this, a guard prouide
Of faithfull beasts, whose strength had oft been tried.
A Bull, a Horse, a Hare, the Captaines were,
Of this strong guard, whose force did nothing feare
But falshood, and Ingratitude, and Treason,
From which they were as free, as man from reason
VVhy knowing more then beasts, he should not hate
As they doe, to be treacherous, and ingrate.
These three together being put to feed,
And sport themselues till there were farther need
Of their knowne faith, together long did dwell
In peace and loue, till on a time it fell
That they with rest and ease full fed and fat,
Had time to play, to dally, and to chat.
Then did the wanton Hart propound a course,
Betwixt himselfe and the couragious Horse.
The warlike Horse did dare the horned Bull
To make one in the race, who straight way full
Of burning choller, and adusted blood,
Bad cowards run, hee for no footman stood.
Twas meet for them that durst not stand it out,
To vse their heeles, his heart was too too stout.
And sport themselues till there were farther need
In peace and loue, till on a time it fell
That they with rest and ease full fed and fat,
Had time to play, to dally, and to chat.
Then did the wanton Hart propound a course,
Betwixt himselfe and the couragious Horse.
The warlike Horse did dare the horned Bull
To make one in the race, who straight way full
Of burning choller, and adusted blood,
Bad cowards run, hee for no footman stood.
Twas meet for them that durst not stand it out,
To vse their heeles, his heart was too too stout.
The angry Hart replies, ther's none of you,
But may to me as to your better bow,
I swifter then the Horse, my feet can vse,
And for my head, the Bull ile not refuse
To combat with, my courage I am sure
Is like my strength as able to indure,
And doe, as either of you dare or can,
And more I am esteemd by royall man.
Those Serpents which you run from, I seeke forth,
And teare them with my teeth as nothing worth.
And as my life to man is sweet and pleasing,
So is my death, each part some sorrow easing.
My hornes all mortall poyson can expell,
My marrow makes stiffe-ioynted misers well.
My fat yeelds strength and sweetnesse; that fierce lad
Achilles, neuer other spoonemeat had.
Which made him such a Captaine, euery part
Is physicall and comforteth the heart.
Yea euen my excrements the dropsie cures,
My teares, like precious Iewels, man allures.
To seek them vp, wheresoeuer they be shed.
My skin great Captaines weare when I am dead;
And boast that they haue such a coat of proofe,
Which wounds withstands, whence venome stands aloofe.
Then why) O baser creatures) dare you brag
And match your selues with the long liuing Stag?
My life is long, cause I with cost am wrought,
But nature slights your liues, as good for nought.
But may to me as to your better bow,
I swifter then the Horse, my feet can vse,
And for my head, the Bull ile not refuse
To combat with, my courage I am sure
Is like my strength as able to indure,
And doe, as either of you dare or can,
And more I am esteemd by royall man.
Those Serpents which you run from, I seeke forth,
And teare them with my teeth as nothing worth.
And as my life to man is sweet and pleasing,
So is my death, each part some sorrow easing.
My hornes all mortall poyson can expell,
My marrow makes stiffe-ioynted misers well.
My fat yeelds strength and sweetnesse; that fierce lad
Achilles, neuer other spoonemeat had.
Which made him such a Captaine, euery part
Is physicall and comforteth the heart.
Yea euen my excrements the dropsie cures,
My teares, like precious Iewels, man allures.
My skin great Captaines weare when I am dead;
And boast that they haue such a coat of proofe,
Which wounds withstands, whence venome stands aloofe.
Then why) O baser creatures) dare you brag
And match your selues with the long liuing Stag?
My life is long, cause I with cost am wrought,
But nature slights your liues, as good for nought.
The crested Horse, with fiery eyes did show,
What inward rage did in his hot blood flgw
To heare this bold speech vttered, and with head
Tost in the ayre his hardned hoofes doth tread
The scornd earth with contempt, then thus breaks out;
What inward rage did in his hot blood flgw
To heare this bold speech vttered, and with head
Tost in the ayre his hardned hoofes doth tread
The scornd earth with contempt, then thus breaks out;
O thou fearefull of all the rout
Of hunted beasts, how haps it that you dare
With me your master and your Lord compare?
Forget ye my preheminence? the loue
Man beares me? how one spirit seemes to moue
Me and my rider? that we start and run,
Stop, turne, trot, amble, as we were but one?
Haue you at any time been calld to war,
Where none but Captaines and great Souldiers are?
Trusted to heare their Councels? on your backe
Borne the Commander of that royall packe?
I haue done this and more, borne him about
Through worlds of danger, and then borne him out
He trusts me when his legs he dare not trust,
And when his hand, faile them performe I must.
Nay when he failes himselfe in euery part,
I adde another life, another heart.
In war I thus befriend him, in his need,
And so in peace, I helpe his wants to feed.
I till this land that else would barren be,
Beare all his carriage, and am seldome free
From some imploiment, but must neere him stand
As being fit, and apt for his command.
If he to visit friends abroad doth fare,
I must along with him, true friends we are.
If he intends to hunt such beasts as you,
For sport, or hate, or need, he lets me know
The time, the place, the end, and we agree,
I see the sport, and hunt as well as he.
How often haue I seene some fearefull Hart,
Perhaps your sire, at my dread presence start;
Fly hence with vtmost speed, and neuer slacke
His willing pace, when I vpon my backe
Bearing my noble master haue at length
O'retane the lubber, hauing lost his strength?
VVhilst I still foming courage, breathing sprite,
Haue sought another conquest long ere night;
And after that a third, vnwearied yet,
Yet you your selfe as Paralell will set
To match and ouermatch my worth, my force;
As if weake Stags might braue the peerelesse Horse.
For physicall receipts easily yeeld,
Aliue I profit man, you being kild,
This makes him seeke your death, my life to saue,
Yet being dead my parts their vertues haue.
VVhich I refer to others to relate,
As scorning Hog-like to doe good so late.
This only I conclude, If man should choose
To saue but one, hee'd both of you refuse.
Of hunted beasts, how haps it that you dare
With me your master and your Lord compare?
Forget ye my preheminence? the loue
Man beares me? how one spirit seemes to moue
Me and my rider? that we start and run,
Stop, turne, trot, amble, as we were but one?
Haue you at any time been calld to war,
Where none but Captaines and great Souldiers are?
Trusted to heare their Councels? on your backe
Borne the Commander of that royall packe?
I haue done this and more, borne him about
Through worlds of danger, and then borne him out
He trusts me when his legs he dare not trust,
And when his hand, faile them performe I must.
Nay when he failes himselfe in euery part,
I adde another life, another heart.
In war I thus befriend him, in his need,
And so in peace, I helpe his wants to feed.
Beare all his carriage, and am seldome free
From some imploiment, but must neere him stand
As being fit, and apt for his command.
If he to visit friends abroad doth fare,
I must along with him, true friends we are.
If he intends to hunt such beasts as you,
For sport, or hate, or need, he lets me know
The time, the place, the end, and we agree,
I see the sport, and hunt as well as he.
How often haue I seene some fearefull Hart,
Perhaps your sire, at my dread presence start;
Fly hence with vtmost speed, and neuer slacke
His willing pace, when I vpon my backe
Bearing my noble master haue at length
O'retane the lubber, hauing lost his strength?
VVhilst I still foming courage, breathing sprite,
Haue sought another conquest long ere night;
And after that a third, vnwearied yet,
Yet you your selfe as Paralell will set
To match and ouermatch my worth, my force;
As if weake Stags might braue the peerelesse Horse.
For physicall receipts easily yeeld,
Aliue I profit man, you being kild,
This makes him seeke your death, my life to saue,
Yet being dead my parts their vertues haue.
VVhich I refer to others to relate,
As scorning Hog-like to doe good so late.
This only I conclude, If man should choose
To saue but one, hee'd both of you refuse.
The armed Bull sweld, puft and roard alowd,
To heare the Hart so bold, the Horse so proud.
And all the while they spake, he tost about
With hornes and hoofes the dust; then bellowd out
This bolder braue; What ignorance is this,
That causeth both of you, so much amisse
To boast your false worths, and neglect the true,
Which rests in me, belongs to none of you?
The Wolfe, the Greyhound, and each questing cur,
Makes thee poore trembling Hart keepe such a stir,
To shift thy layer, as if thy life were lost,
With euery faint blast, that the leaues downe tost.
And this couragious Horse, that makes a quoile,
Of wounds in war, and tilling of the soyle,
With many other vses fit for man,
(As they that least can doe, best cauill can)
Let this his answer be, the spur and bit
Shewes man trusts not his courage, nor his wit.
For if he tyre or faint, his spur prouokes,
And prickes him forward, with continuall strokes.
And if with head-strong heat, he madly rides,
The bridle curbes him, and his folly guides.
“All voluntary acts the actors praise,
“Not such as others by constraint doe raise.
“Out of our natures, whilst we easily are
“Made instruments either of peace, or war.
Else might our horned Heards, the rescue boast
Of Hannibal, and his distressed hoast,
When he with lights and torches tyde to vs,
Escapt the trap, of lingring Fabius.
But truth is far from such ostents, those deeds
We call our owne, which from our choice proceeds.
The yoke we beare, and wherewithall we till
The earth for man, is by constraint, not will.
What comfort from our flesh, or from our Cowes,
By calues, or milke, or Cheese or Butter flowes,
Or physicall receipts, as they are more,
And vsefuller, then what you both before
Haue mentioned, so freely I confesse
Man hath in them the glory more or lesse.
His wit and industry, in them is seene,
And th' Authors goodnesse from whom first we been,
War is the good you glory in, which springs
From mans ambitious ignorance, and brings
Wants, woe, and death, with many ills beside,
To scourge vs all, through out great masters pride.
Then at the best, you are but slaues to such,
As feeding you, foode to their like doe grutch.
And through your force, their owne reuengements take,
Whilst you to stout men; cowards equall make.
For what from you they borrow, they must grant
They feare their foes enioy, whilst they doe want.
Thus therefore all the nobler nations vse
To fight on foot, whilst coward rather choose
To share with beasts in glory, and to get
Themselues a name, through your foole hardy heat.
So you on them, and they on you depend,
Such seruice iudgement neuer did commend.
And thus in sportiue war, and warlike sport,
You doe your rider from himselfe transport.
Whilst you not man-like grow, but beast-like he
Resembles you, in all these sports we see.
Yea often to mischance you doe betray
Your heedlesse rider, and in midst of play
Precipitate his soddaine fortune so,
That who hath you a faiend, shall need no foe;
But may himselfe, a happy man proclaime,
If by your meanes he scapes without a maime.
But now if either of you, thinke you can,
Out of your owne worthes, proue more fit for man,
And better able to defend, and guard,
Him whom we serue, from whom we haue reward,
Then I can with my hornes, and harnast hide,
Proceed to triall, I defie your pride;
And with bold challenge summon you to fight,
A triple combat, to decide the right.
To heare the Hart so bold, the Horse so proud.
With hornes and hoofes the dust; then bellowd out
This bolder braue; What ignorance is this,
That causeth both of you, so much amisse
To boast your false worths, and neglect the true,
Which rests in me, belongs to none of you?
The Wolfe, the Greyhound, and each questing cur,
Makes thee poore trembling Hart keepe such a stir,
To shift thy layer, as if thy life were lost,
With euery faint blast, that the leaues downe tost.
And this couragious Horse, that makes a quoile,
Of wounds in war, and tilling of the soyle,
With many other vses fit for man,
(As they that least can doe, best cauill can)
Let this his answer be, the spur and bit
Shewes man trusts not his courage, nor his wit.
For if he tyre or faint, his spur prouokes,
And prickes him forward, with continuall strokes.
And if with head-strong heat, he madly rides,
The bridle curbes him, and his folly guides.
“All voluntary acts the actors praise,
“Not such as others by constraint doe raise.
“Out of our natures, whilst we easily are
“Made instruments either of peace, or war.
Else might our horned Heards, the rescue boast
Of Hannibal, and his distressed hoast,
When he with lights and torches tyde to vs,
Escapt the trap, of lingring Fabius.
But truth is far from such ostents, those deeds
We call our owne, which from our choice proceeds.
The yoke we beare, and wherewithall we till
The earth for man, is by constraint, not will.
By calues, or milke, or Cheese or Butter flowes,
Or physicall receipts, as they are more,
And vsefuller, then what you both before
Haue mentioned, so freely I confesse
Man hath in them the glory more or lesse.
His wit and industry, in them is seene,
And th' Authors goodnesse from whom first we been,
War is the good you glory in, which springs
From mans ambitious ignorance, and brings
Wants, woe, and death, with many ills beside,
To scourge vs all, through out great masters pride.
Then at the best, you are but slaues to such,
As feeding you, foode to their like doe grutch.
And through your force, their owne reuengements take,
Whilst you to stout men; cowards equall make.
For what from you they borrow, they must grant
They feare their foes enioy, whilst they doe want.
Thus therefore all the nobler nations vse
To fight on foot, whilst coward rather choose
To share with beasts in glory, and to get
Themselues a name, through your foole hardy heat.
So you on them, and they on you depend,
Such seruice iudgement neuer did commend.
And thus in sportiue war, and warlike sport,
You doe your rider from himselfe transport.
Whilst you not man-like grow, but beast-like he
Resembles you, in all these sports we see.
Yea often to mischance you doe betray
Your heedlesse rider, and in midst of play
Precipitate his soddaine fortune so,
That who hath you a faiend, shall need no foe;
If by your meanes he scapes without a maime.
But now if either of you, thinke you can,
Out of your owne worthes, proue more fit for man,
And better able to defend, and guard,
Him whom we serue, from whom we haue reward,
Then I can with my hornes, and harnast hide,
Proceed to triall, I defie your pride;
And with bold challenge summon you to fight,
A triple combat, to decide the right.
They both with eager appetite accept
These wisht conditions, and by this haue stept
For from each other; all prepard doe stand
At full carere, to ioyne this treble band.
The field triangle wise they euenly cast,
And each with rage expects, that dreadly blast,
Which warnes them charge. Each roreth out his wrath,
Nor other need of drums or trumpets hath.
The Hart doth bray, the bounding Steed doth neigh,
The Bull doth bellow, deepe, and lowde and high.
The earth doth tremble, and the ayre doth shun,
This dreadfull thunder; as when laden gun
Spits forth its load, in scorne to be restraind,
The ayre giues way vnto the bullets chaind,
As dreading to resist so mighty force,
Thus meet the valiant Bull, the Hart and Horse.
These wisht conditions, and by this haue stept
For from each other; all prepard doe stand
At full carere, to ioyne this treble band.
The field triangle wise they euenly cast,
And each with rage expects, that dreadly blast,
Which warnes them charge. Each roreth out his wrath,
Nor other need of drums or trumpets hath.
The Hart doth bray, the bounding Steed doth neigh,
The Bull doth bellow, deepe, and lowde and high.
The earth doth tremble, and the ayre doth shun,
This dreadfull thunder; as when laden gun
Spits forth its load, in scorne to be restraind,
The ayre giues way vnto the bullets chaind,
As dreading to resist so mighty force,
Thus meet the valiant Bull, the Hart and Horse.
The Hart and Horse first touch tha'ppointed place
Being more swift, and apter for the race.
And let each other, with much danger feele
The force of horned head, and armed heele.
But ere a second bout they can performe,
In comes the boystrous Bull, like winters storme,
And seuers them with such a violent push,
That they amazde, turne giddy with the rush.
But (nimble both and actiue they repay
The sturdie Bull, with all the speed they may.
The Hart with his broadhornes, doth make him reele
But the kinde Horse, vpholds him with his heele.
The Bull thanks neither, for the one did pearce
His hollow flanke, the other much more fearce,
Did breake a rib, and bruise his shoulder blade,
And taught him with lesse choller to inuade.
Yet th'ods is soone recouer'd with his horne,
Which hath the belly of the Courser torne.
And rent one weaker beame, from branched Hart,
As trees by thunder riuen, or clouen athwart.
The subtle Hart, then shuns those ruder blowes,
And tho'ds of handistrokes too dearely knowes
The Horse taught by his wounds, doth keepe aloofe,
And stands vpon defence, with hardned hoofe.
The Bull assaults them both with watchfull eye,
And seeks how he aduantages may spie.
The Horse and Hart vpon their guard do stand,
In doubt and iealousie, on either hand.
The Bull assaults the Hart, but he giues way,
And slips his furie with what slight he may.
Yet turnes not head, as fearefull cowards will,
But wefes aside, to tyre his foe with skill.
The Bull then strikes the Horse a deadly cuff,
But he requites him with a counterbuff.
The Hart strikes in betwixt, the Bull turnes rownd,
The Horse leaps right vp, doth coruet, and bownd;
So at one instant, fatally they meete;
The Bull his death meets from the Horses feet.
The Hart th'aduantage takes, the Horse aloft
Strikes his one horne into his belly soft,
Which there hangs fast; the Horse doth with his fall.
Breakes the Harts necke, this is the end of all
None hath the conquest, all of them are slaine.
Their deaths not doubted, long they there remaine,
Till that the King their Master, hauing neede
Of their attendance, goes his guard to feed,
For none might tend them else, least they acquainted
With others bribes, by treason should be tainted.
Being more swift, and apter for the race.
And let each other, with much danger feele
The force of horned head, and armed heele.
But ere a second bout they can performe,
In comes the boystrous Bull, like winters storme,
That they amazde, turne giddy with the rush.
But (nimble both and actiue they repay
The sturdie Bull, with all the speed they may.
The Hart with his broadhornes, doth make him reele
But the kinde Horse, vpholds him with his heele.
The Bull thanks neither, for the one did pearce
His hollow flanke, the other much more fearce,
Did breake a rib, and bruise his shoulder blade,
And taught him with lesse choller to inuade.
Yet th'ods is soone recouer'd with his horne,
Which hath the belly of the Courser torne.
And rent one weaker beame, from branched Hart,
As trees by thunder riuen, or clouen athwart.
The subtle Hart, then shuns those ruder blowes,
And tho'ds of handistrokes too dearely knowes
The Horse taught by his wounds, doth keepe aloofe,
And stands vpon defence, with hardned hoofe.
The Bull assaults them both with watchfull eye,
And seeks how he aduantages may spie.
The Horse and Hart vpon their guard do stand,
In doubt and iealousie, on either hand.
The Bull assaults the Hart, but he giues way,
And slips his furie with what slight he may.
Yet turnes not head, as fearefull cowards will,
But wefes aside, to tyre his foe with skill.
The Bull then strikes the Horse a deadly cuff,
But he requites him with a counterbuff.
The Hart strikes in betwixt, the Bull turnes rownd,
The Horse leaps right vp, doth coruet, and bownd;
So at one instant, fatally they meete;
The Bull his death meets from the Horses feet.
Strikes his one horne into his belly soft,
Which there hangs fast; the Horse doth with his fall.
Breakes the Harts necke, this is the end of all
None hath the conquest, all of them are slaine.
Their deaths not doubted, long they there remaine,
Till that the King their Master, hauing neede
Of their attendance, goes his guard to feed,
For none might tend them else, least they acquainted
With others bribes, by treason should be tainted.
So enters he the place, and there he spies
What doth affright him, all his comfort lies
Dead at his feet, then sadly going neere
Their carrion corpes, he doth a murmur heare,
As armed souldiers in a Citie sound,
Or fire in th'ayre, or wind within the ground.
And doubting the successe, three seuerall swarmes
He sees prepar'd for fight, and vp in armes.
Bees from the Bull, Waspes from the Horse do start,
And Hornets from the melancholly Hart.
What doth affright him, all his comfort lies
Dead at his feet, then sadly going neere
Their carrion corpes, he doth a murmur heare,
As armed souldiers in a Citie sound,
Or fire in th'ayre, or wind within the ground.
And doubting the successe, three seuerall swarmes
He sees prepar'd for fight, and vp in armes.
Bees from the Bull, Waspes from the Horse do start,
And Hornets from the melancholly Hart.
He motions peace, and hopes to part the fray,
They send three souldiers, who sends him away.
For each of them doth fix his venomd sting,
Within the flesh of the amazed King.
He flies with speed from thence, they fight it out;
The conquest all expect, all feare and doubt.
But what befell I know not; this I know,
The King cride out aloud. The euils that grow
From pride, ambition, and excesse of grace,
“Like thanklesse curs, flie in their masters face.
“Beasts will be beasts, doe bounty what it can,
“Tis cast away, thats giuen to worthlesse man.
They send three souldiers, who sends him away.
For each of them doth fix his venomd sting,
Within the flesh of the amazed King.
He flies with speed from thence, they fight it out;
The conquest all expect, all feare and doubt.
But what befell I know not; this I know,
The King cride out aloud. The euils that grow
From pride, ambition, and excesse of grace,
“Like thanklesse curs, flie in their masters face.
“Beasts will be beasts, doe bounty what it can,
“Tis cast away, thats giuen to worthlesse man.
O Princes banish faction from the Court,
It sowres all actions, leauens euery sport.
And at the last, when it should sweetly close,
From one false friend riseth a thousand foes.
It sowres all actions, leauens euery sport.
And at the last, when it should sweetly close,
From one false friend riseth a thousand foes.
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