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THE Effects proceeding from Nothing.

W. L.
In rebus humanis Nihil est eternum.



TO THE RIGHT Worshipfull his dearely respected Patron Syr VVilliam Hide, Knight.

My Virgine Muse, leaues Nothing she can finde,
Which may agree with your Heroick minde.
Pleasing her selfe, to lay before your sight,
The generous pastimes wherein you delight:
From Nothing first, how many things were fram'd
Shee tells, who first the fierie Courser tam'd,
How astiuely to backe him he beginnes,
And by what meanes to gentlenes him winnes.
Mistake me not, I do not write to teach you,
For in this Art, he liues not that can reach you.


My running Pen must make a litle boasting,
What skill she gaind of you, in her swift poasting.
Take all in worth, with my well-meaning hart,
I want a Horse, well may I want the Art.
Your Worships euer earnestly affected. VV. L.


The effects proceeding from Nothing.

From Paradise our rebell Elders driuen,
(From that sweet Eden, earthly ripe of heauen)
Lie languishing neare Tigris grassie side,
With numbd limbs, and spirits stupifide:
Till powerfull need did make them seek their liuing,
Among the mountaines to their greater greeuing.
For Sommer garments, they the Vine vnleaue,
The Palme and Figge-tree, of his branch bereaue:
Eue growing wise among the Forrests gethers,
The Parrots, Peacocks, Estrich scattred feathers:
With white Horse haires she sowes them all in one,
And giues to Adam this Mandilion.
But when the Winters keener breath began,
With Isie fetters waters all to chaine,
To glaze the Lakes, and bridle vp the floods,
And perrywig with wooll, the bald-pate woods,
Our grandsire Adam gan to shake and shiuer,
His teeth to chatter, and his beard to quiuer.


Spying therefore, a flocke of muttons comming,
He takes the fairst, and with a fish bones cunning,
He cuttes the throat, slaies it, and spreds the fell,
Then dries it, pares it, and he scrapes it well:
Then cloathes his wife therewith, and of such hides,
Slops, hats, and doublets, he himselfe prouides.
Yet fire they lackt, Adam sate musing downe
Vpon a steepe Rocks craggie forked crowne,
A foaming beast come toward him he spies,
Within whose head stood burning coales for eies:
Then suddenly, with boisterous arme he throwes
A knobby flint, that hummeth as it goes.
Hence flies the beast, th'll'aimed flint shaft grounding,
Against the Rock, and on it oft rebounding
Shiuers to Cindars, whence there issued
Small sparkes of fire, no sooner borne then dead.
This happie chance, made Adam leape for glee,
And quickly calling his cold company.


In his left hand, a shining flint he lockes,
Which with another in his right he knockes:
So vp and downe, that from the coldest stone,
At euery stroake small fierie sparkles shone.
Then with the drie leaues of a withered bay,
The which togither handsomely they lay,
They tooke the falling fire, which like a Sun
Shines cleare, and smoaklesse in the leafe begun.
And now mankinde with fruitfull race began,
A litle corner of the world to man:
First Caine is borne, to tillage most addicted,
Then Abel, most to keeping flockes affected,
Caine tames a Heyfer, and on either side,
On either horne, a three-fold twist he tide,
Of Ozear twigges, and for a plough, he got
The horne or tooth of some Rhinocerot.


Now th' one in Cattle, th' other rich in graine,
On two steep mountaines, build they Altars twaine,
Where humble sacred, th' one with zealous crie
Cleaues bright Olimpus starry Canopie.
With faigned lippes the other loudere sounded,
Hart wanting himnes, on selfe deseruing founded.
Rein-searching God. Thought-sounding Iudge that tries,
The will and heart, more then the work or guise,
Accepts good Abels gift, but hates the other
Prophane oblation of his furious brother:
Who feeling deepe, th' effects of Gods displeasure,
Raues, frets, & fumes, and murmures out of measure.
So one day drawing with dissembled loue,
His harmelesse brother farre into a groue:
With both his hands he takes a stone so huge,
That in our age three men could hardly bouge,
And iust vpon his tender brothers crowne,
With all his might he cruel casts it downe.


The murdred face lyes printed in the minde,
And loude for vengeance cries the martir'd blood:
All day Cain hides him, wanders all the night,
Flies his owne friends, of his owne shade affright,
Scard with a leafe, and starting at a Sparrow,
And all the world seemes for his feare too narrow.
Cain as they say by his deepe feare disturbed,
Then first of all the vntamed Courser curbed,
That while about on others feete he run,
With dustie speed, he might his deaths mans shun,
Among a hundred braue light lustie horses,
(VVith curious eye marking there comely forces.)
He chooseth one for his industrious proofe,
with round, high, hollow, smooth, brown, Ietty hoofe,
VVith pasterous short, vpright, but yet in meane,
Dry sinewed shankes, strong fleshles knees, and leane,
with hart-like legges, broad brest, and large behind,
with bodie large, smooth flankes, and double chind.


A crested necke, bowde like a halfe bent bowe,
Whereon a long thin curled Mane doth growe,
A firme full Tayle, touching the lowly ground,
With Dock betweene two faire fat buttocks drownd.
A pricked Eare that rests as litle space,
As his light foote, a leane-beare bony face.
Thin choule, and head, but of a midling size,
Full liuely flaming, quickly rowling eies,
Great foaming mouth, hot fuming nostrils wide,
Of chest-nut haire, his forehead starrified:
Three milke white feete, a feather on his brest,
Whom seuen yeares old, at the next grasse he guest.
This goodly Iennet, gently first he winnes,
And then to backe him, actiuely beginnes:
Steedie, and straight, he sits, turning his sight
Stil to the forepart, of his palphray light.
The chafed horse, such thrall ill suffring,
Begins to snuffe, and snort, and leape, and fling.


And flying swift, his fearefull Rider makes
Like some vnskilfull Lad, that vndertakes
To hold some ship helme, while the head-long tide
Carries away the vessell and her guide.
Who neere deuowred in the iawes of death,
Pale, fearefull, shiuering, faint, and out of bretah,
A thousand times with heauen-erected eies,
Repents him of so bold an enterprise.
But sitting fast, lesse hurt then fear'd Caine,
Boldens himselfe, and his braue beast againe,
Brings him to pace, from pacing to the trot,
From trot, to gallop, after runnes him hot,
In full carere, and at his courage smiles,
And sitting stil to runne so many miles.
His pace is faire, and free, his trot as light
As Tigers course, or Swallowes nimble flight:
And his braue gallop, seemes as swift to goe
As Irish darts, or shafts from English bowe.
Born whirle wind like, he makes the trampled ground
Shrinke vnder him, and shake with doubling sound.


The roaring Cannon from his smoaking throat,
Neuer so speedie spewes the thundring shot,
That in an Armie mowes whole squadrons downe,
And batters bulwarkes, of a sommond Towne.
Then this light horse scuddes, if he do but feele
His bridle slacke, and his side the heele.
Shunning himselfe, his sinewes strength he stretches,
Flying the earth, the flying aire he catches:
And when the sight no more pursue him may,
In fieldie cloudes he vanisheth away.
But Cain waxt wise, esteemes it not the best,
To take too much now of this lustie beast.
Restrainig fury, then with learned hand,
The triple Coruet makes him vnderstand:
And on his necke his flattering palme doth slide,
With skilful voice, he gently cheares his pride.
He stops him steddie still, new breath to take,
And in the same path brings him softly backe.


But th' angry steed, rising and raigning proudly,
Striking the stones, stamping, and naighing loudly.
Calls for the Combat, plunges, leapes, and prances.
Befoames the path, with sparkling eyes he glances.
Champs on his burnisht bit, and gloriously
His nimble fetlocks lifteth belly-high.
All side-long iaunts, on either side he iustles,
And wauing crest, coragiously he bristles,
Making the gazers glad on euery side,
To giue more roome vnto his portly pride:
Cain gently stroakes him, and now suer in seate.
Ambitiously stil seekes some fresher feate.
One while (to be more famous) trots the ring,
Another while, he doth him backward bring:
Then of all foure, he makes him lightly bound,
And to each hand, to mannage rightly round:
To stoope, to stop, to caper, and to swim,
To daunce, to leape, to hold vp any lim.


And all so done with time-grace-ordred skill,
As both had but one bodie, and one will:
Th' one for his Art no little glorie gaines,
Th' other throrough practise, by degrees attaines
Grace in his gallop, in his pace agilitie,
Lightnes of head, and in his stop facilitie:
Strength in his leape, and stedfast managings,
Aptnesse in all, and in his course new wings.
Cain nam'd his Courser, Gallant Bellamour,
And in his name he built a gallant Towre.
So Alexander, in his Horses name
A Citie calld Bucephala did frame.
So Beuis built the Castle Arundell
In his Horses fame, as auncient stories tell.
So least Gray Gallant loose his glistring fame,
You must erect some monument in's name.


The vse of Horses thus discouered,
Each to his worke more cheerly setteled,
Each plies his Trade, and trauels for his age,
Following the pathes of painfull Tuball sage.
And now the way to thousand workes reueald,
Which long shall liue maugre the rage of Eld.
They build Townes, Cities, Castles, and huge Towers,
Occasion giues me leaue to speake of yours:
Of ancient Hides seated on a hill,
For to commaund the Country at her will.
But afterward my Muse must show her power
In the description of that famous Tower.
Here might I shew the pleasures I haue seene
On the Tower hill (where pleasures euerbeene)
There I beheld in what a pittious case
The trembling Stagge was long pursude in chase:
Flying for succour to some neighbor wood,
Sinkes on the suddaine, in the yeekling mud.


And sticking fast amid the rotten grounds,
Is ouertaken by the eager hounds:
One bites his backe, his necke another nippes,
One pulls his brest, at's throat another skippes.
One tugges his flancke, his hanch another teares,
Another tugges him by the bleeding eare.
And last of all, the wood-man with his knife
Cutts off his head, and so concludes his life.
And how I sawe the Bull, whose horned crest
Awakes fell Hornets, from their drowsie nest:
With fisking traine, with forked head and foote,
Himselfe th' aire, th' earth, all beating to no boote.
Flying thorough woods, hills, dales, & roaring riuers,
His place of griefe, but not his painful griuers.
Forth of his way yet many makes to trudge,
Some to the woods, and some towards the Lodge.
Someone behind an aged Elder flees,
Someone for haste climbes vp the yongest trees.
Some vnder hedges, some to holes would run,
This way and that, the best the beast to shun.


Stitchtfull of stings when on the ground he lies,
Least any more the cruel beast should rise,
I might behold a company of slaues
Thrashing the dead Bull with their grained slaues:
Thinking they were (for this act) champions stout,
They laie their heads togither make a shout.
My forward tongue did giue my soule in charge,
When first your troupes to Boland made resort,
That spatious Forrest to describe at large,
With all our Sommer progresse and disport:
In this I promise breake aboue all other,
With my deare friend, & with your nearest brother.
For now the vertue of my sprights decaide,
The inspiration of my Muse allaide,
My memorie which meetly hath bene good,
Is now (with griefe) much like the fleeting flood.
Whereon no sooner haue we drawne a line,
But's canceld straight, and Nothing left for signe.
FINIS.