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The poems of George Daniel

... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes

Daniel, George (1616-1657)

VOL. I.

Portraits of the Author and his Brother.

POEMS Written upon Severall Occasions.

Coat of Arms and Portrait.

An Addresse By the Author:

To his honoured friend ye authour vpon his Poems.

Vpon a Reviewe of Virgil, translated by Mr. Ogilby.

A Vindication of Poesie.

To Time and Honour.

A Pastorall Ode; The Eglogue is Lost.

To Nicotiana. A Rapture.

The farewell.

An Epode.

To the Memorie of the most worthy and excellently vertuous Ladie The Ladie Alford.

To: D: i

To the Memorie of the Best Dramaticke English Poet

Vpon Ben Ionson's Booke.

To my Muse.

Wounded.

The Dedication of a Poem, now lost; written in the Royall Expedition against the Scotts.

This was placed in the End of the Same Poeme.

One desiring me to read, but slept it out; Wakening.

One boasting himselfe Iudge of pure Witt.

The many Scurrile Pamphlets (going vnder the name of Poems,) frequently printed; occasion'd this.

Vpon a late printed Booke Entituled:

A Strange Maye.

When the Cloud of Calamitie, had somewhile overspread vs, and the whole Kingdome plunged in warre

After a storme, going a hawking.

To Cinthia; coying it.

To Cinthia Converted.

Cinthia confirmed.

To the Platonicke pretender.

Pure Platonicke.

Court-Platonicke.

Anti-Platonicke.

To the Sweet feminine Platonicks.

Vervicensis:

Vervicensis.

To the Memorie of the great Earle of Warwicke

“The Genius of this Great and glorious Ile.”

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“The Genius of this Great and glorious Ile.”

To the Reader of Doctor Brown's booke Entituled Pseudodoxia Epidemica.

Some Poemes; Written vpon Severall occasions, By the Same Author.

To the Tombe of Thomas Earl of Strafford.

An Elegie To the Memorie of the trulie Noble and my worthie Freind, Sr William Alforde Knt:

To honour the Memorie of Loyaltie & Courage eminentlie glorious in: Sir T: M

To the honour of Sr: M: L: Commrd: in Ch': at the Releife of P'.

Vpon an excellent Treatise Written by T: B: D: M: called Religio Medici

To my honored Cozen P: Cr: Esqr. an Affectionate Invitation

To the Memorie of the Excellent Dramatique English Poets; Mr. Fra: Beaumont & Mr. Io: Fletcher;

Sent to my dearest Brother Sexto Septembr, 1648: by Rt: Ta

An Ode Vpon the incomparable Liricke Poesie Written by Mr. George Herbert;

II.

VOL. II.

Scattered Fancies;

Carmen Protrepticon; Lectori

II.

III.

IV.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

XI.

XII.

XIII.

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XV.

XVI.

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XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

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XXIV.

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XXVI.

XXVII.

XXVIII.

XXIX.

XXX.

XXXI.

XXXII.

XXXIII.

XXXIV.

XXXV.

XXXVI.

XXXVII.

XXXVIII.

XXXIX.

XL.

XLI.

XLII.

XLIII.

XLIV.

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XLVI.

XLVII.

XLVIII.

XLIX.

LI.

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LIII.

LIV.

LV.

LVI.

LVII.

LVIII.

LIX.

[Portrait of the Author.]

ΙΙΟΛΥΛΟΓΙΑ;

An Ecloge Spoken by Amintas and Strephon.

An Ecloge: Spoken by Mælibeus and Dorilus.

An Ecloge: Spoken by Halon and Eudœmon

An Ecloge: Spoken by Damon and Amintas.

An Ecloge: Spoken by Hilas and Strephon.

THE SONGE.

Eclesiasticus:

The Induction to the worke.

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VIII.

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XI.

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III, IV.

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LI.

The Author vpon his Picture before these Poems.

Vpon the Frontispice.

Vpon the Picture of Richard the Second.

The severall Raignes of Richard the Second Henrie the Fourth, & Henrie the Fifth

The Dedication.

To the Reader

The Generall Argument of this followinge TRINARCHODIA.

The Raigne of Richard the second.

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The Raigne of Henry the Fourth.

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The Raigne of Henrie the Fifth.

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Crastini Animarum.

Idyllia.

Idyllia: The Distemper.

Vpon the Reading: a Booke, called the Life of Periskirus.

Vpon the Excellent Poems of Mr. George Herbert.

An Occasionall reflection

[Man yet a Stranger from ye Africke Side]

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The Raigne of Henry the Fourth.

1

Time is but ours at Instants, and wee slip
In the same Wheele, but to another Notch.
The Pulse of Nature neuer giues one trip;
Ages are the same howers; and noe approach
Of Weaknes in her Constitution
Beyond all Credit of Opinion.

2

Things pass wth the same Breath, and the same Ayre
Opens to All, wch at the first was spread;
The Earth as fertile, and her fruites as fayre;
The Sun as Glorious, and Noe One Light dead,
Or Glimmers wth a fainter Ray; that Flame
Wch kindled doth continue them the same.

3

The Curtains of the Circum-ambient Ayre
Were hung at first, or lay as Coverletts,
And fitt for eyther vse, as yet they are;
The same hand spreads them out who folds our Witts
In blanketts of that stuffe, or doth display
Them in wide Canopies: 'tis one thing, one way.

4

For Man, the little World soe truly call'd,
Is lyable to All the Passion
(Soe wee may call it) of the greater World;
Has the same Dampes, & the same exhalation,
The same Serenity and Stormes; and can
Call himselfe World aswell as Pygmie Man.

5

'Tis in mee now doubly Distempered;
A Stormy Day and an vnquiet Age;
Vsurping Clouds, the Sun,—my head—
Involv's; but more than both, th' vnguided Rage
Of an Insultinge Conquerour, who shreds
Maiesty like the mounting Poppie-Heads.

6

I am Surrounded; Extasie doth Spread
Little in Language; Passion may provoke
Words in weake natures; 'tis the strongest head
Containes a horror. When wee cleaue some Rocke,
The Anchorites in Nature are enlardg'd;
Great Thoughts are thus Immur'd, & thus discharg'd.

7

Poore King! I weepe, a stranger to the day;
For Light has left his Cell, or the whole Orbe
Is but one Chaos; take that Light away
Wee Walke with an Arme out; & but disturbe
Our selues in Motion; though Hee cannot fall,
If hee tread firme, who keeps him nere the Wall.

8

That Wall shall be my guide; how farre it tends
Noe Matter; 'tis but like the fancyed world
In former times; They thought the world had Ends,
And Light from East to West was only whirl'd;
Makeing a vacuum of one Hemispheare,
And the Sun wak'd & slept as wee doe here.

9

Or to keepe State wth vs, when he had showne
His Glory to the World, through the Great Hall,
There were Darke Lobbies in the Spheare, wch run
The streight Cutt, & to his bed Chamber fall;
Till there recreuted wth another stocke,
Hee measur'd out his Iourney by his Clocke.

10

'Tis not my busines; if I can find
The Sun I looke for, after any time,
Spread to Informe the Eyes, inspire the mind;
My Mathematickes erre not; more sublime
Enquiries may tracke him out's Eclipticke way;
Giue mee the vse, & Them the Algebra.

11

Richard (whom late wee left dethron'd) is not
Worne from the Storye, though worm'd out of King;
Some sad occasions fall, where wee must put
His Name in Mention, though our Title bring
An other Cheifly Naméd. Soe wee tread
As ye Vsurper hales vs ore his Head.

12

The Resignation receiu'd by the House
And Enter'd, but one Man who disavow'd it;
Faithfull Achates, if the Glorious
Names who haue honour'd vertue & pursu'd it,
Ennoble Memory. Let my verse be
One Sprig to keepe alive such Loyaltie.

13

Carlisle's grave Bishop (that the Clergy may
Not suffer in Opinion or Right)
Singly oppos'd it. There can be noe Day
Where Loyalltie is Lov'd, without his Light;
And least the Rest may blame mee, thus I bring
To them, the Titles, to him the Offeringe.

14

Hee, like a Light set on high-places, spred
His beames of Loyalltie to Euery Eye;
Soe Pharos stood, wth a far-shininge head,
To direct Passengers. Varietie
Of Mouthes open their Sence; 'tis fitt there were,
As a Tower there to guide, a truth fixt here.

15

'Twas but his owne; & though the Glory be
Greater vnrivall'd, and a Thousand Names
Of honour fall due to his Loyaltie
And to his Courage, let vs draw the extreame
In to the Centre; as in purest gold,
What well-spread Acres, a Mushell Shell will hold.

16

The vsurper (for while Richard lives, the Name
Of King shall neuer Issue from my pen,
To any els,) the Royaltie doth claime,
And exercise the Power. Writts Issue in
His Name; Allegeance cancell'd by the same
Act of new fealty wch hee did frame.

17

Thus forkéd Novelty Spreads, to bring in,
Wth Eyther hand; vsurpéd Government
Stands by noe single meanes; 'tis All a thin
Cob web of Policye, whose full extent
Only the brooding Spider knowes, who, hid,
Sees a new Prey, and Spins another thred.

18

All things of good are single; Essence is
One Cause in All & over All; the whole
Patternes are best tooke from true principles.
Pythagoras was Angry at that Foole
Who first Invented Number, as a breach
From vnitie, the bond of Nature's Peace.

19

For when diuision (whose Arethmeticke
Makes but a Logarisme to perplex
The world, & may be summ'd the Politicke
Totall of Errour,) play'd with Stones & Stickes,
T' Invite the world, the After-Game was sure,
To higher Interests of Right & Power.

20

The Power now raigninge (a devided Shred
From the true Loyaltie,) indemnifies
His party, & his publike offers Spread
To all the Kingdome; vsurpation flyes
With a bold winge, &, as his Parent did,
Offers the world but to be worshippéd.

21

That Hee might please the People (government
Attaynéd thus, must thus be managéd,)
Some former Acts (which to the discontent
Of th' Anti-regal Party, wholly led
In Gloster's faction) had Enacted beene,
Hee nulls; & Blood attaint, restores agen;

22

Gloster & Arundel; the rest who fell
Confederates wth them, are vn-attaint;
Soe to enact new Things, & to repeale
Some former Acts, formes a new Government.
And all such Power stands on this double Base,—
Some Acts of Rigour & some Acts of Grace.

23

'Tis not an Euen-Streame; the winding shore
Warps many whirl-pitts. Policy must haue
Vncertaine Eddyes; soe may Tides breake ore
The highest Land-Marke. Sometimes the faint waue
Cannot reach out; thus Land-wraks Cædars Lye,
Or Cockle Shells vpon the Shores are drye.

24

A præscript Method; Formall Politicks
Stand to amuse the world, & bladder out
Light Braines. The Florentine wth one Leg Sticks,
Keeping the dirty Roade. Some goe about
To come in sooner; 'tis but for a Packe
(Who cannot Leape the Hedge) to keepe the Tracke.

25

Each Man is his owne Master to himselfe,
And may be Pilot in his owne Designe;
Who steers by others falls vpon a Shelfe
Was not knowne by the Chard. There is a Line
Springs from All humane Actions to informe
A nearer way then by the written Norme.

26

Some Common Principles may Iutty out
And stand as Peiers, the lesser Barks to shroud;
Great Vessells put not in, but tacke about,
Or Anchor for a while wth in the Roade;
Till a faire wind & a full canvase giue
Them Sea-Roome, or Safe Port where to Arrive.

27

Harrie, his owne Instructer; for indeed
The Drift and frame of what hee had begun
Was from himselfe; though some perhaps might read
To him att howers, the Act was All his owne;
Great Master in his Art, whose proiects laid,
A little Seed erewhile, now Spreads a Shade.

28

Titles of Honour which the King Conferr'd,
Th' Vsurper takes away; & a new list,
Rais'd in his family & freinds, as wer't
A Pageantrie in Acts of State. Who is't
That sitts Spectator to this varied show,
But knowes the Better Scæne, & loves it too?

29

Only the rude and Ignorant are pleas'd
With a wild Morrice & a Painted Coate;
Laughter, the Ioy of Fooles! The wise are rays'd
Wth Witt & Honour. Let the giddy foote
Venter to tread a Rope, & the dull Crue
Giggle their Pence; Hee laughs as much at you.

30

The Bill without the doore tells what's wth in,
(Or the poore Countrey-man has lost his Coyne)
A Monster commonly; & then 't had beene
But honest; now wee fitt you wth a fine
And further Story; when a Changéd State
Spreads [ominous]; & yet it is but that.

31

The Yoake shall be tooke off; the Government
Reform'd through out. Who ere saw Reformation
Vpon a Change? 'Tis promis't, but the Event
Falls treeble Burden vpon euery Nation.
Yet Silly men (whom neyther others' harmes,
Nor their owne Sufferings teach) attend these Charmes.

32

Harry thus Spred his Nett; the Birds come in
To his Chaffe-baite; soe are not Old birds tooke,
(If Proverbs hold). What Callow things are Men?
And feed on Shaddowes, Shaddowes in a Brooke,
Like Æsop's Dog. 'Tis but a drye Itch, wch sure
Knitts wth our Causes, & Admitts noe cure.

33

The gapeing Rout, (who euery one had gott
His Soppe,) as men in dreames are satisfied,
Some little Spleene remaines for Rage & Chatt;
And digests double meales. The vsurper cryed
His markett, in good penniworths; ye best
Kept to himselfe; a Gainer by the Rest.

34

Safe to himselfe, full in his Government,
Knowing his guilt, (for Crimes, besides their weight,
Neuer lye steddye,) Neighbour Kings (Impent
Wth Horror at the fact, in their owne Right,)
Hee Courts by his Ambassadors; & fitts,
With a new minc't-meat, seuerall Appetites.

35

France only, more Concern'd, denyes to tast
The Quelque-Chose; they would bring another in
To Harrie's Board (though not soe cleanly drest,
Of better nourishment) ere hee should wish;
They threat'ned big, but Harry's table Spread;
And he can eate his owne, now Grace was said.

36

The King of France (who oft-distempers had
Made apt to Frenzy) at this Great Occasion,
His daughter's Iniurye, falleth starke Mad.
Poore Conquer'd King! yet threaten an Invasion
To England. 'Twas well ment, but let him stay;
His voyage tends to the Anticyra.

37

The French (who bustle much, & Rant their Rage
On like occasions) threaten deepe reuenge;
Hott spiritts breath at home; they'le hardly wage
A warre in England; the Ocean has a Strange
Influence on such Natures. If the Bridge
Verstegan fancies, stood, they might engage.

38

How kind was Nature to this latter Age
Of Ilanders, if former Ages knew
It but one Continent! In Danae's Cage
Wee Nestled happy are, & secure now
From the French Rauisher; the Golden Shower
Only begets a Perseus in that Tower.

39

And this seclusion is but in our vse
A happiness; the fangle of Conceit
Lives in a Cell; Fancy is the Abstruse
Knott in our Natures; whether, (if wee treat
By Problemes) doth Corruption or force
Move Most, wee see the better, Chuse the worse.

40

Now Richard's aukward fate (ill omen on
The Wings of Fame to those who marke her flight,)
Weigh'd deepe with All; as euery Neighbour Throne
Was Lyable to the like ouersight.
Adde but some slender graines, the Alloy will hold
Its mintage Currant, as the purest gold.

41

France, but a single Chapman, did refuse
This Coyne. Noe matter, Harrie has in Banke
At other Marts; France shall nor will nor chuse;
His Son must Live to quitt old scores. Noe thanke
If they are satisfied; the owner takes
But in his money, & the Scrivener breaks.

42

The Aquitanians (Loyall to the King
Cheifly because a Native) hardly brooke
This Change; the french men aggravate the thing,
To their displeasures in the English yoke;
Gascoynie, parcell-guilt, is now brought in,
To fyle that off, or wash all ore agen.

43

But Harry (shineing in the Radiant Plumes
Of Loyaltie) cannot abate that Tip;
A feather broke in blood. 'Tis in the Looms
Of State, a brack for euer, if they Slip
One Thred. 'Twas now the Time; & Time o're rules
Actions of Wisedome, Giddines of Fooles.

44

Harry, a Subtle Crab, when now the Tide
Invites the Ravish't Oyster for to Yawne,
Throwes in a stone; because he may not bide
The beating Surge, to make it then his owne.
Soe this devided Province op'd her Shell
For a fresh Spume, but 'twas a Stone that fell.

45

Worcester, (who had beene Steward formerly
To Richard) was made Harrye's Generall
In this Employment, wch he happily
Performd. Oh dire Successes! thus when All
Causes are mett, their Radij must Spread,
Wch wee can nor Advantage nor Evade.

46

The threds of many meeting, all Conspire
And end præfixt. Man, but a part of these,
Runs wth the Rest, as Ignorant as they're,
Perhaps less knowing; Reason makes him guess
What is ascertain'd theirs; all Causes lurke
To vs; but move in them to doe the worke.

47

If to deduct were not a vanity,
From some late Doctrines it might be made out
Nought in the verge of our Humanitye
Moves single; the whole Creature Chain'd through out;
And this is Nature's Armlet, but the Gvive
Vnto themselues, from which they cannot strive.

48

This full Confederacy, in all Effects,
Spreads from its Equally-Compounded Cause.
Man may be happy in the Circumscripts
Of Individuall, but Glory drawes
Its Channel from moe heads; soe Nilus flowes
From Tribute Streames & Æthiopian Snowes.

49

Where noble Nature, from Contracted Rayes,
Meets in a glasse capable of its flame,
All Matter kindles; & the open'd Face
Of Sympathie blushes to weare that Name;
That Masque put off, she comes in wth full Meine,
Noe vaile of occult Quality betweene.

50

Man (if wee erre not) is a Quintessence
Extracted from crude principles; the Greate
Chymist is Nature; Bees (wth out offence)
Are her best Schollers; difference in the Heate
Adds or Impaires; Harry, calcined, brought
His Spirit workeing what hee went about.

51

When Power, wth a large Sayle, rides in the wind
To wonder at, euen Atomes whirle her on;
Atomes, which none can see, but All may find,
Assistants; likewise, when destruction
Hurries on ill-wrought wheeles, those formes, as now
In Nature Chang'd, contribute ouerthrow.

52

The Gascoines (like all French, who euer run
Light-headed in a Snaffle) are brought in
Wth the strong Curbe of Garrisons. How soone
The Coltishnes of Mutinye has beene
Appeas'd, when wise Hipparchus, not afrayd
Of his high breathing, boldly mounts the Iade.

53

The Gascoynes thus enfirm'd, & noe great feare
Of French Invasion, by their proper force,
Their Allyes Charge the Nation in the Rere;
The Scotts; & Plague (may wee say, wch is worse,)
Wasted Northumberland; Plague only is
A harbinger to Scots,—worse Maladies!

54

Incenséd heauens soe yet Commiserate
Nations, when vtmost vengeance is but due;
They offer Articles; & only threat,
With Batteries aloofe, what they could doe,
In distance. Soe van-Current feavers but
Yeild to a Pestilence, That, to the Scott.

55

'Twas but a petty inroade now they made,
Though where they went they wasted. Shall wee boast
Of Scotts, as of great Soliman 'tis said,
Whose horse's foote was a devouringe frost,
Where ere he trode? Hee only swept the Grasse,
They the Grasse-Eaters, & 't their Errand was.

56

Soe from a Nasty Kennel may wee see
A Flea pickeere vpon a Lady's hand.
Scotts are but euen such Vermine;
Bred in more dirt; for wee but vnderstand & may be
Stench to an English Nostrill,) starv'd at home
(Keene biters) They to better pastures come.

57

But that I may not carry Harrie from
His busines, & a Swarme of Gnats be seene
Provoke an Eagle; danger nearer home
Is hatching, ready to disclose; when in
The houre expected, one Egge, Addle growne,
Betrayes them All, & out the Nest was throwne.

58

'Twas thus; Aggreiuéd with the Government,
Some to their owne Ambitions, some to right
Deposéd Richard; Each his owne intent
Kept to himselfe; & solemne contract plight
T'endeauor but the latter; many heads
Draw out, from one designe, their seuerall threds.

59

The Cheife of these were Richard's Relatives
In Blood; their Names are obvious euery where;
Number may carry Names, but Hee who striues
To force 'em, (when the Action makes it Cleare
Who must be Actors) hardly brings a verse
Worthy his Labour to Iudicious Eares.

60

'Twas there devis'd, in honour of the Late
Atcheivéd Soveraigntie, to entertaine
Harrie with Actions not below his State,
To Iudge on; in these Iusts, who euer ran,
Better or worse, noe matter; Harrie's fall
Was but the End, and they were Victors All.

61

The Time was come, They mett; & Harry (who
Was neuer Truant, in an Equall Forme,
Glad to be Master, yet forgets not soe
That he was scholler once,) not dreading harme,
Prepares to meet, at the appointed place
And Time, which then but on the morrow was.

62

When Exeter, one of the Principalls,
(The Challenge past 'twixt him & Salisbury,)
Was come to Oxford, not One Man of All
Was absent, but Aumarle; what it might be
Was wonder to the Rest, & each Man Past
Their Censure in his stay, by their owne hast.

63

Aumarle was absent; in the Scale of Blood
Hee could encline to neither; adde a graine
Of Loyaltie, ye Ballance made it good;
Scruples of doubt soone drew that vp againe;
Soe did Hee Stand; but rusty growne of late
The Pin gaue Currency to vnder weight.

64

Hee, double traitor; for I will not bring
A cruel father to an Impious Son;
'Twas a strange Subtlety, to weare a Thing
Concern'd soe much, wth soe small Caution;
And what Improbabilities appeare
Through all the Circumstance wee say not here.

65

Then be it his owne Act; for 'tis noe boote
To put old Yorke in Choller, make a stirre,
And Saddle Horses for a Wager to 't;
As were a Son's Death worth a Father's Spurre.
Wee'le button vp his Doublet, & preuent
Th' Old Man soe much trouble, soe ill Spent.

66

When Harrie, now by Circumstance assur'd
Of the whole Plot; for 'twas apparent All
From Hints, & askes noe Time to be secur'd;
Danger allowes but Instants as they fall:
Hee knew the place was slippery where he stood;
But one Remove might make his footing good.

67

From Windsore, hee to London hasts away;
Yet not a suddaine flight, to Argue feare;
Hee knew not what it was; that I but may
Give him a Right in Honour, to appeare
Worthy his Name. If Names their worth may Carry,
Plantagenet was Syllabled in Harry.

68

Those who to right the Royall Cause had gon
Soe farre, though now discouered, must make
Their way to any Opposition;
For Harry gathered Strengths, & now they Speake
What could not be Conceal'd; they spred a wing
Of open force, now to restore the Kinge.

69

They know their guilt too great; it toucht too near
The Interest of the present Government,
To expect Mercy. 'Tis a sordid feare
Compells some Natures, in the Exigent
Of perill, to looke Backe; but They who knew
The Danger sure, the hazard still pursue.

70

There was a Chaplaine to the former King,
Like him in Person, & of Equall years;
And that hee might not faile in any thing,
Princely Attir'd, that Richard hee appears;
Now to delude the Commons, who Complaine,
And gon, still dig Antigonus againe.

71

They who in Richard's Raigne, wth Scorne & Spleene
Pursu'd his Actions, & the gaudye word
Of Tyrranie had Chaw'd, (like Players in
A young Colt's mouth,) against their late Leige-Lord,
Now Court his Shadow. Soe well painted Grapes
Deceiue the Birds, & they come in by Heaps.

72

'Twas now but what to doe? Harry was gone;
Their Numbers fall; for like a Torrent, Fame
Of Richard's being present hurried on
The Chipps & Lighter Bodies wth its streame.
Light Aires Light Bodies move; soe Chaffy brains
Leape to the Amber of vncertaine meanes.

73

Should they pursue the Prey, or, lest some Time
Might shew the fallacie of their false King,
Were it not better to deliuer him?
'Might satisfy their Armes? Dilemmas bring
Too many starting holes; & euery pause
Rebates the Edge of Minds in any Cause.

74

'Twas soe resolu'd; vpon the doubtfull Quest
The Game gets to safe Covert; the Doggs ran
Out an old Haunt; Richard must be releas'd;
Harry prunes safe, & brings fresh feathers on
T'enlarge his wing; their Sarcills, soudaine stopt,
Pine out in Lead, & all the Plummage dropt.

75

The Cōmons, (who are neuer satisfied
Wth Expectations, & propose their owne
Ends to their vndertakeings,) haueing stay'd
Some dayes, grow thin, knock of at euery towne,
And slipp into their stalles, or breake a fence:
Noe fence for feare, a Proverbe euer since.

76

Harry drawes out his force, a body knit
In discipline & Ioynt Affection;
Nature but giues two Legs to all erect
Bodies, & these move best to Action.
Bodies who haue most feet goe wth lest Speed,
And many moueing, move wth moe then need.

77

This Insect, wch the Ray of Richard's name
Quick'ned from Native slime, (a Merry Worme
Vnder a Hedge) to shew but whence it came,
Resolues to dirt againe in the next Storme;
The Storme was Cōminge; in an Angry cloud
It slipt, in Changéd Ayre, to its owne Mud.

78

The terror strucke, & the remaininge few
(Fearing to Cope with Harry) wheele about;
The Queene was near; 'twere pitty but shee knew
Their vndertakeings; She (alas) who thought
A feild of Men but as her Cushionet
Stuck full of Pins, call'd it a goodly sight.

79

And in her Childish heat She falls vpon
The servants, who in Harrie's Liverie
Attended her, & pluckes his Ensignes downe,
Where ere they stood, as were her Maiestie
Againe Enthron'd, or Richard, in her Rage
Releas't, or Harry ruin'd in his Page.

80

Fame had before the escape of Richard told
(Fame, euer false, in the affairs of Kings,)
Wch raught her open Eare, growne out more bold;
Harry was fled, & all the little Thinges
Of Confirmation to a woeman's faith,
Had worne the Grasse of doubts an open Path.

81

But now the Lords, who came to satisfy
Her what was done, and what they did Intend,
Stopt the wild Current of her Iollitye;
Richard was yet in hold; 'twas to noe End
To hide it from her; the Gull only past
Vpon the Commons, that he was releast.

82

Like a thin cloud borne by vnruly Winde,
They wander in the Region of their doubt,
And drop away their Rage. Wee cannot finde
A Simile, for vagrant as a Rout
Possest with feare, led by vnskillfull guides,
[Or] the loose Eddyes of vncertaine tides.

83

Now come to Cicester, the Nobler Inne,
More to their Ease; the souldiers in the feild
Entrench, & raise their little Hutts within,
For proper Cabin. Had you there beheld
This new Plantation, you might well haue guest
Them Myrmidons, Each in his Ant-hill nest.

84

And they were Safe: the Lords who must in state
Lodge at the Crowne, because they mean't a King,
Defray their Quarter at a Double Rate.
Midnight had now brought Sleep vpon her wing
To refresh Mortalls; for the Interlude
Of Life is but Sweet in vicissitude.

85

Now, when all eyes were clos'd, all faculties
In yt sleave-silke of Sleep soft-fettered Lay;
When all ye Traytors, Sorceres, & Spies;
For such whose Nobler Labours challeng day
In nightly Studies, wake but to their owne
Calme Thoughts, & let the Sleeping World alone.

86

When all was hush't, the Bayliffe of the Towne
(Whose Lanthorn gaue a Light to all the Rest)
Summons his Men; for was it euer knowne
Such Magistrates to mince their Interests?
Hee smell'd a Rat; & all the Parish goes
Not to attend his Mace, but waite his Nose.

87

May wee beleiue an Action (carryed
By Noble heads, all as their owne designe,)
Soe weakly wrought, as to be harryed
A Fallacye in Biskitts & Burn't Wine?
A Man of Gutts & Gowne, State Engineire!
The Alderman has won his Fox-furre here.

88

This busie Zealot (Aldermen are still
Caudle & Custard, Spoonemeat, to the Mouth
Of present Power) finding the Time suite well
Vnto his purpose,—as a Man who loath,
The stued Prunes of his former feast, might be
Single Supporter of his Dignity.

89

Drawes vp his Men, now to Attach the Lords
Weakly attended; (as he was aware)
He takes them Napping; euery scæne affords
Something Allusive, if wee tread it faire.
Soe by the Commoners was this whole house
Of Lords made vseles here & Dangerous.

90

It fell in Surrey's Quarter, where hee Lay
With Salisbury; Men (if not iniured
In honour, by some Pens) of a weake clay,
Vnapt for Conduct, poorly Spirited
To personall attempts; yet giue them Right,
Here they maintain'd a long & hardy fight.

91

Excester & Glocester, who ere this might know
The danger they were in, & over-power'd.
(For the whole Bodie of the Towne was now
In vproare) knew not how to be secur'd
Without more force, or a Diversion
Of Tumult, wch might more Amaze the towne.

92

They fire it in a part. Now when the flame
Spred in all Eyes,—a dreadfull Spectacle!
The Townesmen more enrag'd, the Souldiers tame,
Thought it Logh-Bell, for they could not tell
But Harry's force had entered the Towne;
'Twas tooke for granted, & away they run.

93

Excester now Amaz'd, wth Glocester hast
Vnto the Campe, to bring the Souldiers in;
Where empty Trenches made them more agast;
Of many thousands, hardly to be seene
One Listed Face: if to depart & Dye
Bee One, This Night brought a Mortalitye.

94

When Zerxes (who knitt the devided Earth)
Saw his Great Hoast, he wept to thinke how soone
Of all those Numbers which Hee carryed forth
Time would make wast; here Hee had seene it done,
The worke of One Night. Soe a hundred yeare
May stand in fate, as but a Night in feare.

95

Long did the fight in Surrey's Quarter hold;
Till by encreasing Numbers now opprest,
Hee, full of wounds, & Salisburie (who would
Not leaue his fortune) fell; be it exprest
Vnto their Honour. If noe Hercules
May Cope with two, these fought ten a peice.

96

Weary of Nine houres' fight, & faint with wounds,
To a fresh force, (for euery hower brought in
Ayds to the towne,) Necessity Surrounds
The Rest engaged, eyther now to win
A Liberty, or Sell a Life as Deare
As they could force it, or be Prisoner.

97

Wee read of none was slaine whose Qualitie
Deserues a mention; only, after fight,
The Little Life wch might remaininge be
In the two Cheife, extinguisht by the Spight
Of the Rude Conquerours, whose Lawless hands
Strike off the Heads, wch for the Soveraigne stands.

98

The Rest were taken, & soe Prisoner sent
To Harry, where he Lay; the nobler Doome
These suffer vnder, though the same event
Was but to eyther; yet when Death must come,
'Tis somewhat to some minds, if the best breath
Of Power then Ruleing doth pronounce their Death.

99

Now (like a Man whom dire disaster had
Throwne wracke vpon a Coast of Canniballs)
Excester shrinks, & with a beating Head
Through wayes vnbeaten rides; nothing prevailes
To secure guilt; & fear doth apprehend
Figures of Danger, deeper then they tend.

100

Though Hee must certaine Suffer, yet the Mind,
Full in the Vertue of a Glorious Cause,
Glasses himselfe secure; & cannot find
Contempt enough for misenforcéd Lawes;
Though from Instinctive Causes, & the strict
Impresse of Nature, none must Life neglect.

101

The horror of Imaginary Death
Strikes deep wth flesh; & all Mortalitye
Yernes at a Change; as were this Thing of Breath
Worthy our being. 'Tis not Ill to Dye!
A necessary Change, & yet how oft
Ere that, wee've suffer'd it, all haue not Thought.

102

Is not the Infant? (if wee soe may Speake
Ready to Dye vnto his Mother's wombe,
His world, the while, as wee this other make,)
Troubled to leaue that Residence & come
To Changéd Ayre? or ere it come to That
In its first Cause, relents to Generate.

103

The fire of Nature to perfection
Moves in all Bodies, and the Act of Change
Ripens his worke; 'tis somewhat yet vnknowne
She has to doe; & Death, though it Estrange
Perhaps, the Notion of Identike vse,
Quickens a better Ray of Light in vs.

104

From the Raw Mud of Earth, where none can tell
His being, to a more refinéd Slime;
Warmth beating in Another, where wee dwell
Tennants, & hold by Coppie out our time;
Eiected thence, wee fill another farme,
Soe dwell in wider feilds and live as warme.

105

Wee enter then on Trust; the Stock wee bring
Hardly maintains soe Great a Husbandry;
And wee might sterve vpon't, but that a Spring
Breaths Life & Profit there, Continually;
But (still a crabbéd In-mate) wee are hurl'd
From that soft Cabin, naked to the world.

106

The world! & then, when wee enioy the sweet,
Or what wee call the pleasures of a Life,
The dreadfull cloud of Change will let vs see't,
But ev'n by peices: Somewhat falls which if
Wee cannot fathome then wee faint; as were
What wee knew not, but only Things of feare.

107

The wise Chinenses (if some Errant Quills
Informe aright) soe make their Porcelane;
They giue it forme perhaps, & somewhat els,
But the Grave perfects it, as it must Man.
These the Magnalia, wch but some can find
In Nature, Earth by Earth only Calcin'd.

108

Philosophy to seuerall Tempers suits
The Obiect; Some make Death Irrelative
Vnto our Natures; Some, dependent fruits:
Some, make it th' End of Life; others to Live,
But the first Step; and variously exprest,
Each gives his Sence, but All account it Rest.

109

Then why, fond Man, dost thou defer that Peace?
The Glory of thy being; though to be,
Is in itselfe, Somewhat of happines,
Thy worke is to improve felicitie;
To make that Being firme, which being, here
Is shooke wth euery blast of Hope & Feare.

110

Tost with his Passions, Excester revolves
But what to doe to keepe a wretched Life;
Forgets the Honour of his first Resolves:
Armes to restore the King; a Cause (wch if
His feare had not Impair'd) gave warrantie
To Live, & might informe how to Dye.

111

His feares fall on him; Soudainly surpris'd,
They Hurry Him to Death. Not place from fate
Secures; & Man his Torment but devis'd,
T'avoid wth Steps, what on each Step, doth waite.
How Nobler had he dyed Requiting Rage
To a Rude force! when Surrey did engage.

112

Glocester had tooke another way, & fled
To Bristoll; East and West, the Armes of feare:
Lines Paralel wch from one Centre Spread,
Make the same Climate in each Hemispheare;
And though, Perhaps, but an Imaginarie
Draught in the Heauens, here their weight they carry.

113

Why trifle I? The King who suffer'd in
Their Rash Attempt now calls away my Quill.
When Royall Sorrows speake, wee haue not bin
Slacke to Attend. This Comet which I still
Would measure, thus Appear'd; & Hee who takes
Them truly distant, gives the Parallax.

114

This Action failing, lest another may
Spring from its Ashes, the Vsurper Speeds
His Tyrranny, to take the King away;
An Act of Horror! when wee mention Deeds
Branded to Infamie, wee but devide
And sort those parcells, Summ'd in Regicide.

115

The King a Captive to the Tyrant's will,
With deep reflections on his former State,
Survayes himselfe, & valewes nothing ill;
All accidents are Equall in the Rate,
Of Minds subdu'd; The Glories he had knowne,
The Greifes he dwelt in, now appeare but One.

116

Here he had learn't the true Philosophye,
To know Himselfe; the Resignation past
Now, as an Act of Will, which formerly
Was a fraile Passion; Soe may Man at last
Correct himselfe. Hee who Contemnes the Power
Of Tyrrannye, is more then Conquerour.

117

If the best Tempers, when they are Confin'd,
As fixt in Orbe, Spread a Continued Ray,
Thinke such a Temper, in a Prince's mind,
How Glorious! As the wings of long-lost Day
Breakes treble-Rampierd Clouds, Kings brighter in
Their Vertues to the Astonisht world doe shine.

118

Soe hee appear'd; Pomfret (whose mighty walls
Now Lye a heape of dirt, but lately seene
A Garrison, t'avenge the funeralls
Of this poore Kinge) soe little stood betweene.
Him & the world, as were it made the Glass
Where Beames reflected, wth more force might pass.

119

When now his cares were fled, (for this Restraint
Enlarg'd his Soule to all the freedome which
May be in flesh,) & the Accomplishment
Of all his thoughts were Circumscrib'd, a rich
Treasure in his owne keeping; whose extent
Fathom'd the world, yet in a Prison pent.

120

For Hee, a double Captive, to the Power
Of Vsurpation, which hee valewed lest;
The Iayle of flesh hindred his Spirits more
Then that his Bodies; for a Soule possest
With Glorious Obiects, when they fly beyond
Our Eyes, haue wider Cages, yet Confin'd.

121

Freedome is but in Death,—when sordid Earth
Falls to its Element, and Native fires
Ascend vntroubled. Only This is worth
The King's Expectancie. Not that desires
Or Passions vncorrected, euer Nest
One Moment; but a warfare is not Rest.

122

What strange Line shall I draw? what words t'affright,
Cast in a Circle, and by powerfull Charme,
Rayse Terror to all Eyes, when I recite
The Murder of a King? another Harme
Wee Spoke in words; but Syllables here start,
As loath to Name it, least they beare a Part.

123

Yet soe much Pietie, or Caution,
(For many things may pass vnder one Name)
Was vs'd vnto the King; (whose Station
They knew Illyable, to any frame
Of Processe,) 'twas not as Iustice brought
In open Court, but in his Chamber wrought.

124

For the dread Character Imprest on Kings,
Indelible to Time or humane Power,—
Villany, (yet it seems vnfledged) brings
Noe Pattent of Pretence to view it ore;
And makes that Charter void, (wch Heauen had sign'd
Sacred) by a rude Coppy Interlin'd.

125

Some Ages bring their Prodigie, Some Men
Are form'd for Strange Attempts, some Minds are cast
Full Bullett to the widest mouth of Sin;
Dare blame the Sun, & call the Starres ill-plac'd,
As out of Distance; Men alone pursue
(Vnder the Sun) Crimes to be calléd new.

126

How Richard fell, the various Reports
Of many writing, make it seuerall;
Some say that he was starv'd, & all the sorts
Of Plenty servéd in; This wee may call
Beyond death; as if Wittye Tyrrannye
Would make an Act confirme old fantasye.

127

Others would be offended should not I
Bring in Sr Peirce of Exton, with his Crue,
And make a long fray of a Tragedie;
The Stones were Standing might attest it True.
With many Gashes, while the King did fight
('Till he killed foure) with him, & other Eight.

128

These must not be omitted, did I write
To please the gapeing Eare; but what I bring
Is Zeale, Not fury to the Appetite
Of others. Pardon, when I say the King
Was Murder'd; you haue read it; This the Summe;
Soe Monarchs murder'd meet a Martyrdome.

129

Here, as Astonisht in a Prince's fate,
My Quill dropt from my fingers, & I nigh
Had ended; but the Glories I fix at,
Broke through the mist of Murder'd Maiestie.
Soe Spirits bound vp in the Ice of feare
Are thawed by Nobler Passions shineing there.

130

And now the Starre of Conduct leads mee on,
A Glorious Light, full-Spreading in my Eye;
The way vnsmooth. Though vsurpation
Tread the sharpe Pinnacles of Tyrrannye,
'Tis but to adde more Glory to Another:
The fairest Child Sprung from the foulest Mother.

131

The King (for now wee doe not call him less,
Richard is Dead, & Hee, of the Male Line,
Nearest in Blood) thinkes how he may depress
The Recent Horror. Royall fates doe shine
In death (at least) their Comets: Soe the Great
Cæsar ascends a starre to wonder at.

132

Least weaker Eyes, (for many lookeing, some
From Scintillations will contend a Raye,)
Might vndertake to Iudge, he brings them home
Better Instructed: & the nearest way
Hee makes the Noblest. Soe ye Eclipséd Sun,
Drown'd in a Cloake, quash't Superstition.

133

When Minds, vnsettled yet in Government,
Start from the End, but euery one his owne
Proposes Iust, Safe, or Convenient;
They All are melted in Diversion;
And from a Newer obiect All take fire,
Of Somewhat moveing glory or desire.

134

As would hee Swallow Scotland with a Mouth
Of Power, he Threatens; or contract the Isle
By Hieroglyphickes, & vnmake North & South,
As void in Nature; as wth little toyle
Wee see it euident, in East & West;
Soe knit, his Action had it selfe exprest.

135

This wrought with many Men; & they who sate,
Dull sinners, wishing out their Little Ease,
Strangely Impostum'd, in the Royall fate,
Shrinke Empty Bladders. Soe old greifes may please,
When strange tickling runs through tender flesh;
Somewhat of Pleasure wee cannot express.

136

Richard lyes Cold, now in his Memorie
As in his Ashes; & the better Thought,
Wch as Cheife Burthen, many Souls did carry,
In this Streame washéd, as it had beene salt.
They Mules soe laden; and the Empty Sacke,
Trotts to Returne, chargéd with a Packe.

137

Thus may a Greasie Blue-Cap cheat vs from
Our Principles in Loyaltie. 'Twas strange
For English Men to sell the Martyrdome
Of their Late King to such a low exchange.
But the wise Scotts emprou'd; their returnes bring
Home treble profitts,—sell their Liveing Kinge.

138

This Face of Action drew all eyes away
From better Obiects. Of their Loyaltie
Harry has gott his End; 'tis not the prey
Hee hopes from Scotland. Soe may Arabie,
Vnconquer'd, boast her Desarts & contemne
The Power of Ottoman to vanquish them.

139

Soe may Thessalia, Tempe's Liveing Shades,
Envy the still Snow-Couer'd Rhodope;
The World's best Garden, full in Corne & Meads,
Glory in Thistles for varietie.
England, another Eden; Hee who tryes
T'enlarge it, makes a World of Paradice.

140

'Tis a brave Costly Rant, th' Hesperian King
Vtters with many Titles. Still the Sun,
Wch but his Howers to euery place doth bring,
Is Resident in his Dominion,
And thus Suggests some Approbation
To vnder-Rate God's Blessing to this Sun.

141

How little Either ours, in the Acquist
Of Scotland, Harrie knew, who did not seeke
Vnprofitable Conquests, but exprest
A Power to doe; & busyed all the weake
But iniur'd Party. Alcibiades
Mangles his Dog to Manage what he please.

142

But Harrie need not force a Warre, as were
A Pleurisie soe threatning in his State;
The Veine is open'd; Wales the Surgeon here,
Ere he could wish, falls in. If blood abate
The Maladie, & make the Spirits pure
They'l loose their labour, but they'le win the Cure.

143

Wales, (who not long vnder the English Yoake
Had been) a heavy Enimie of Old,
The Maine-Cord Slipt, Imagin'd the Teem broke,
And their Necks free; hence Brittains are nam'd bold.
For the least Defection in our State
They frame their Libertie, & run to That.

144

One, not of Noble Blood, (if it may passe
Wth out disparagement to Brittish Blood,
Who are all Gentlemen, & soe hee was
In his full Title,) for a Prince now stood;
And though perhaps his Pedigree should faile
To the due Line, his cunning might preuaile.

145

Glendower, a Man whom English breeding had
Polish't to better forme, yet the same Stone;
Hee knew more then his Countrey, & Hee made
Them thinke Hee knew more then hee yet had knowne.
For Wiser People haue beene led to more,
By weaker heads, then They were by Glendower.

146

A Subtle fellow, Studied in the Law,
(Which setts off Learning best to vulgar Heads,)
Bold to his practise, yet could smoothly draw
His Language to Invite men, where it needs;
Fierce & Ambitious, drawes his Cambrian flocks
To English feilds, from Merioneth Rocks.

147

Soe (when the Knot of Rome's Gown'd Libertie
Began to fret,) the Mad-Brain'd Spartacus
Meant his best prize,—a Montainer was Hee,
In Roman Riots growne Seditious;
Nor was't the Easiest worke their Senate had
To beate this Rebel fencer from his Trade.

148

This while the Earle of March (declaréd Heire
In Richard's Reigne, if he dyed Issules)
Retir'd from Court; as being well aware
The Cloud was knitt of Harrie's Iealousies,
Vpon his double Titles. How vnsure
The Blood of Princes Stands, vnto the Power!

149

Hee, (who but Neighbour'd Glendower) lest the Rage
Which threatned near, might ruine him at home,
Summons the Country; soe concern'd to engage
Against the Cōminge Torrent, ere it Come
Vpon their Thresholds; then too late to force
Its current backe from a continued course.

150

But Richard's fate not in Himselfe expir'd;
His Heir must Suffer; Miserie entayl'd;
'Twas but the portion destiny conferr'd,
To Mortimer, who though he be not call'd
King, as the Heir to Richard, yet in Care
Hee was Successor;—to his Sorrowes—Heire.

151

As from the banks of Strymon, Cranes are seene,
Embattail'd in stronge Files, to make their way;
Soe move the Welch, in Conduct, through the Thin
Disordered Troopes of Mortimer, that Day.
For Tennants fighting, to a Souldier's Sword,
Will owne but Captaine, Each his proper Lord.

152

And though, to giue a due to Mortimer,
Hee stood the Shocke, & Singly bold, did peirce
His Enemye, as the Welch Phalanx were
But All one Champion; Hee his owne appears.
This Many-handed bodie moe hands Lost
Then Hee who Menacéd the Gods could boast.

153

Yet what he did was bootles, though hee did
More then a Man, against a Multitude.
They wind him round; Soe many Ivyes Spread
A Thousand formes vpon an Oake Subdued;
And catch his mighty Armes wth growing Chains:
Mortimer soe is tooke & soe Remaines.

154

A Captive now to the Insulting Pride
Of Glendower, in his Conquest Insolent;
Who now thought Harry, & the world beside,
Soe many Lords, whose Homage was but lent.
Till summoned by his Sword to giue account,
And must acknowledge Him their Paramount.

155

Soe Small Successes make the Welch men vant
Hereditary Arrogance, as Hee
Whose little wealth is but the next to want,
Or be it that a Gentleman hee'le be;
And Owen now, an English Lord thus Quell'd,
Reads double what his Horoscope might yeild.

156

For though the flatt'ring Scheme wch he had drawne
Might invite the Attempts, within his fate
Secur'd; & now some Aspects his faith bring on
That Man was not all Made, but must Create
Somewhat to his owne Being; yet hee saw
But halfe was Spoken, or but halfe did draw.

157

Mortimer, thus Condemn'd by fate, perhaps
Befreinded, (for who can vntwine her Thred?)
Repreiv'd from Harry's hand; for Noe Man Scapes
Who has Relation to the Royall Head;
Hee nearest; how more certaine, had he beene
Cutt short, whose only Title came betweene?

158

Hee Safe in Wales, that is, in Prison sure,
Glendower, now vnoppos'd, makes but one wast
Of the whole Frontier, lest a second Power
Might in fatt Quarters be too near him plac't.
Some mak't his Policye; but many Thought,
'Twas but the Plunder, for itselfe, hee fought.

159

The King (not to enlarge,) as may be thought
Imprison'd Mortimer; but to reuenge
What might concerne himselfe, an Army brought
Against proud Glendower. May wee thinke it strange
If such a Leader, wth soe great a Power,
Lost more then Labour, to Invade Glendower?

160

What might it be, the Learninge of that Age,
(As yet some cannot flutter 'boue the Perch,)
Accounted it a Magicke; & the Sage
Span of a Circle tooke the Starres at Lurch,
To Conspire Storme; & made the Pleiades
But as a Spunge for Glendower's hand to Squeeze.

161

For Learnéd 'bove the Common Ranke of Men,
Incurrs the Common censure,—too much Learn'd;
Hee was a Sorcerer. To draw a Pin
Thorow a Canvas Cloth, some Men haue Earn'd
As high a Title. Three small bookes sett vp,
And Compasses, make a whole Coniurer's Shop.

162

Truth is (fraught wth some Rudiments of Art
And strooke with fangle of his Countriman,
The boasted Merlin,) Hee would Challenge for 't,
With noe small Glorie; and the Welch who ran
Admiring All Things; was beyond their Growth;
For ought I know might make 'em Witches both.

163

Howeuer, at this Time, soe great a Storme
Fell in the English Quarter, and the March
Over the Mountaines to secure Him from
The King's Intentions, by a further Search;
That Harrie, with his Army, forc'd retreat,
And some beleiu'd Glendower had wrought the feat.

164

Soe may wee purchase any wind wee please
(If Navigators doe not please Themselves
To abuse those who never crost the Seas,)
From Lapland Woemen; or perhaps those Elves
Abuse them rather, hauing gain'd Beleife,
And Knot their Hearts in their owne Handkercheife.

165

While here the King brought of his toyléd troopes,
Other Successes seeme to ballance out
His fortune; the Invading Douglas Stoops
To his Leiutennant, & the Power he brought,
Ruin'd by Noble Percye; to whose Fame
From former Cause they'de giue another Name.

166

These, (who had past the Tweed and peirc'd to Tine,
With a huge Spoyle) were now vpon retreate;
Northumberland, aggreivéd to Suffer in
The Affront, his Country & his Name might get,
Should they Returne with such an Easie Prey,
Wth a strong Power doth Interpose their way.

167

When the Enragéd Douglas, (for the Powers
Were now engag'd) Saw from the English Bowes,
Such Clouds of Arrowes fall, in killing Showers,
Vpon his Men, as Bold as Glorious.
Maugre the feather'd Storme, he leads his band
To nigher danger, wth erected Hand.

168

As when the Blew-Eyed Pallas had Inspir'd
A treble Spirit into sterne Diomed
And Dardan Troops, to his sole force retir'd,
The Dowglas cutt his way; our Archers fled,
And at this once, what Parthian doth but boast,
Was practis'd strangely, in the English Hoast.

169

Feirce was the fight, till now the Cheifes were mett,—
The Hardie Douglas, wth that Soule of fire,
Brave Percye; now the strange confuséd heat
Of Battle Spreadeth into Combats higher;
Th' Example Gallant through the Army ran,
They fought now, foot to foot, & Man to Man.

170

Till the vnequall odds wch fortune gave
The English, to reward a well-vs'd force,
Now rush'd on heaps. Soe a feirce-beating wave
Throwes downe opposeing Earth might stop his Course;
At length, when Victorie secures his way,
Sweeps his wrought Channel as his Native Bay.

171

The English, more at Ease, with double Blowes,
Fall in, & breake through falling Enimies.
Dunbar, whose Courage all that day pursues
His Countrimen, for former Enmities
'Twixt him & Douglas, haueing spent his rage
In many Deaths, the Douglas doth engage.

172

Who when the Torrent broke, had parted fight
From Percy; & the wonders of his Arme
Imparted all about, as they might light,—
Assuréd Death; They met now, equall warme,
In many slaughters; & wth equall Spight
Were glad they might at last together fight.

173

But had not many hands, who now came in
Vpon the Douglas, & his wrath enforc't
To the Devided Iniurye, 't had bin
Dunbar's assuréd fate, by Numbers thrust
From any single force; hee seekes reuenge
Vpon them All, & over-bid the Change.

174

Haueing now made a way, that Hee could Breath
Once more, & looking round wth the Eye, left,
As had he swum a Sea of blood; hee seeth
Him selfe alone,—of all his freinds bereft;
Surrounded with his Enemies, who stood
Rocks to his Ruine, hauing stop'd this flood.

175

And not Sertorius, nor the faméd Names
Monocular, with greater Right doe weare
The Honour of the Losse, to enrich their fames,
Then the Sterne Scott; Portable Trophies are
More glorious then Their Penons, lofty hung,
T'adorne a Hall, or Crowns, or Armours Stronge.

176

Hee, full in wounds, & yet all-feather'd ore,
As the first fury of the Day, had Spred
His Armes, Like Scæva stood; or be it more
Honour, like Scæva now, he singly Spred
To the whole warre; till by encloseing Troopes,
Encreasing Courage, in its progress stops.

177

Fast mur'd in throng of Enimies, his Arme,
Cunning to Kill, dissabled wth the press,
Pineon'd in Numbers to doe further harme,
But struggles; soe a Lion when he Sees
Himselfe Caught in a toyle & round beset
Wth bloody Iawes threatens the Iron Nett.

178

Those, who Afraid, his terror-strikeing looke
Had shunn'd through all the fight, as certaine Death,
Hemme nearest in; Thus was the Douglas tooke
By basest force; whose Eye yet Threatneth,
And wth a braue disdaine & Rage Commixt
Yet beares himselfe to all his Glories fixt.

179

When a leud hand (for 'tis the saddest fate
Of War to fall in Power of Coward hands)
With an vnmanly blow, his Life did threat;
The Noble Percy, coming in, Cōmands
The Villaine Dye, & takes the Prisoner
From rude affronts of the base Souldier.

180

A Thousand Names of Honour crowne that head
Whose Equall Courage knew the Noblest way
To vse an Enimye; this Glorye Spred
More lustre on his Helme then all that Day,
His Nobler Actions; & the Scottish Blood
Soe sav'd, more then the Spilt, his Trophy stood.

181

This was that Hottspurre, whose Illustrious Name
Adornes the memory of what wee call
Noble; & Greater Titles, by his Fame,
Then Birth setts vnder; though the Douglas shall
Live high in honour, 'tis not his least Fame
Which this Day brought to stand by Percyes' Name.

182

Hee, more then Haniball, not only gott
A Victorie, but knowes to vse it too;
At lest, to his owne purpose. Now the Scott
Was made a freind; Humanitie can doe
Wonders, and, to a Noble Nature, stands
More Powerfull Conquest then a Thousand hands.

183

Besides the Douglas, Morduke, Earle of Fife,
Angus, & Murrey, many Titled names
Of Scotland, Prisoners were; that wee may giue
This victorie, more ample in the Streames
Of Noble Blood, yet beating in the veine,
Then in the floods of many Equall Slaine.

184

The King demands these Scottish prisoners;
Percy, release of Mortimer. When fate
Intends her worke, she the next meane preferrs;
And eyther ask'd what, if wee safely weigh't,
Neither might grant. Noe party in a State
Supplants the Interest they endeauour at.

185

It cannot hang, when competition is
In any state; Royaltie will admit,
Noe Rivall; & the Guilt of Iealousies
Prepares Inferiour Mindes (if they may fitt
Resistances) to recapitulate
Their Actions, Advantages of State.

186

'Twas now, not to enlarge his Cozen March:
The Cypresse showes the liveing face too plaine.
Strong vizards but secure, when wee enlarge
Our Riots questionable, vnder paine
Of forfeit Life; Soe Pocket-Beards elude
Vn-wary Eyes of the feirce Multitude.

187

The treble Masque of Reformation,
Liberty, rendred pleasant in the word;
Tyrranny, taxéd in the vsurpation;
And little Glimpses of another Lord,
Whose fancied Rule, like tasted Manna, might
Suite with full Rellish, euery Appetite.

188

His freinds were strong, & these Suggestions
Made the enclineing Commons, All his freinds.
Some propositions satisfie all Questions
Which they can vrge. One obiect fitts All Ends.
Soe, in some higher treadings, Though wee move
Crosse, wee may meet in Anger or in Love.

189

The King, whose little Quiet taught him now
To see his purchase in Ambition,
Too ouer-bought. Wee, in distresses know,
But how to value Man's condition,
In any step of Fortune. Now he finds
How little sure Treason a Traytor binds.

190

For here the hands who help'd him to his State,
Northumberland & all the strength he brought,
His brother Worcester, a Confederate
In Richard's ruine, as hee had done nought
Worthy the Name of Percy, to enforce
The former Service, brings this second Course.

191

Hee to his Nephew (heated now in Rage)
Suggests new matter, apt to make him fire;—
Doubly encites him by his blood & Age.
Ill counsells carry weight, in the Attire
Of faded haires, Discretion's Liverye;
The Priviledge of Coats Instructs the Eye.

192

Soe when a Naturall Motley makes a Hood,
Vnto a Man, wee attribute him wise,
At least apparell'd to be vnderstood
Within that Notion. Nature's busines lyes
In Œconomicks; & her silver lace
Some flourish in, who fitt another place.

193

But Worcester wore it worthy, & was knowne
A prudent Manager of high Affaires;
Seems most relenting to what had beene done;
Taxing his owne, informs his Nephew's yeares,
To vndertake Redress; as making good
One Active Veine, t'envigour all ye blood.

194

'Twas now but to repaire the late offence
To Richard, whom he seemeth to deplore;
Cunning, well carried, is called Conscience;
It past in Him, now seeming to abhorre
Himselfe, as Instrument in Harrye's fate,
Contingents more apparent in a state.

195

Nephew, 'tis not vnknowne vnto the world,
(But (ah) the Burthen presseth nearest home,
Thus he begins) how Richard's fame was hurl'd,
Eu'n while a King; how that advantage, some
Haue vs'd, wee all may see; but (wth sad hearts)
Your ffather & My selfe beare the Cheife Parts.

196

'Tis true, (wth horror I may let you know
The Secret,) Wee (who wrought in Richard's Ease
To what wee could expect, or Hee bestow,
In Honour or Employment,) sought to please
The faction, lay aloofe; & yet retaine
Court seruice, safe to both, to neither playne.

197

My Brother, (whose great Name had fill'd the North
With Title to his Large Inheritance)
They would not sift too neare; if he came forth,
By starts, the Party thought he did advance
Their working; & were glad to see an Eye
Of Treason in a Face of Loyaltie.

198

'Twere long to tell you all, but when the King
(Hee who was King, My Master, oh! that thought
My Soule's Affliction!) did the great Act bring,
(The Act which makes our Actings vile & nought)
The Act where Mortimer declaréd stood
Successour to the King, as next in Blood.

199

Wee swore (but where the Villany of Man
Suggests Ambition, what boots an Oath?)
Allegiance to Himselfe, & to maintaine
That Title! Pardon God! how forfeit both!
And happy you (whose years can hardly reach
The Guilt,) may live to solder vp the Breach.

200

And though (as things now stand,) 'twere ill advis'd
To open out the Chaine of our Intent,—
But some short threds of vse will be more priz'd,
Wrap'd 'bout the well-form'd Card of Government.
That's the Gay Bottome, wch on any side
Has a full forme of All, howeuer Eyed.

201

Yet if I may advise,—but you, concern'd,
Perhaps prevent what I but meane to say,
Nor need I teach your Spirit;—wee haue learn'd
Too late now to be Loyall; if a Day
May over-run Repentance; but if Time
Yet be, 'tis offer'd now to purge our Crime.

202

'Tis true, your Action as the priuate wrong
Done to your selfe, may lead your Spirit on,
But let that Sleepe your owne; designes, when young,
Well managed, receiue proportion
From what the Actors may in Prudence giue;
Yours, yet but young, may any forme receiue.

203

To make it comely in the People's Eies,
(The People, who vnsetled yet remaine
And may be led by Plausibilities)
Vrge Common Interest, for that shall gaine
A Partye sure; & when you haue them fast,
Insinuate nearer Things vnto their Tast.

204

For a loud Clangor Startles in Surprise,
And from Soft notes, still reaching Accents may
Perswade the Sence with Pleasure, though it rise
Beyond all moode. Discretion treads the way
To thriveing Courage; open breasts Surcharge
The Auditors, & some restraints enlarge.

205

But, my brave Nephew, I oppress that Spirit
Which moves beyond an Old Man's faint advice.
You, who I hope, may worthily Inherit
That Honour which a Bed-rid Pattent Lyes
Vnto your ffather & my selfe; for shame
Lives but to Persons, Honour to the Name.

206

And 'twas but Time for Worcester here to End:
Old Men, with many Precepts speake their Age;
Roveing, vnsteddy doctrines, which attend
Ennervéd Minds; & by a near presage
Of Ruine in themselues, from spirits weake,
Extend their doubts to all they vndertake.

207

The Noble Percy, who in a short draught,
Had summ'd his vnckle, what he spoke or meant;
Told him, hee had inform'd his younger thought,
Hee saw the Action, but the full event
Was layd out to him, in the well-drawne Schœme
Of his Advices, hee observing them.

208

Northumberland, who knew the frame of All,
Kept in the North. If now his Son Succeed,
His Strength assures the Conquest; if hee fall,
'Twas his owne Act; or should the Question spread
Nearer, he has another Day, for yet
His force stood the reserve, to both Ends fitt.

209

Him, less engag'd, wee leaue; & now draw vp
Our Numbers to the Rendezvous. The fame
Of this great Action, & the Actor's hope,
Draw many in; the Cause some, some the Name
Mov'd; as if Percy were a Charater
Proofe to the many accidents of warre.

210

What the King had denyed, wth out his ayde
Is wrought out at his Cost; for Mortimer
Marryes wth Glendower's daughter. Better had
Harry enfranchis'd him, then bring a Warre
Of such a Chaine; for Hee who formerly
Liv'd as a subiect stands his Enimie.

211

His Name & Blood encouragéd the Power
Which others brought; for 'twas in Memorye;
And wearied Minds are willing to restore
Occasions, when they offer Libertye.
Soe euery tongue now cryes vp Mortimer,
Nearest in Blood, & once declaréd Heire.

212

Those who had gone along, when Harry first
Came in,—full Throates and voluntary hands
To prompt Ambition; the same smoke wch burst
In Richard's face, now Harrie's breath withstands.
The Giddy vapour of tumultuous Minds
Is but a Smoake Lyable to all winds.

213

As big-mouth'd Æolus, where hee Commands
The Clouds to Scudde before his Ministers,
Yet manages the Reine in his owne hands,
The Percyes floate the Kingdome. Soe appeares
Alternate Day, to eyther Hemisphere,
As they would Spread the Royall Sun out here.

214

When Richard raign'd, how farr vnfitt for Rule
Was such a Prince! now Harry had the sway,
'Twas alike bad, a Tyrant or a Foole;
While they Act both; and 'tis but to this Day
A standing Crime; what men impute a trouble
Vpon themselues, is by them acted Double.

215

The Gallant Percye, (frustrate by the King
To ioyne wth Glendower's much-encreaséd band)
Must try it with the force Himselfe did bring,
His owne Relations, in his owne Command.
How had he now in Glory higher stood,
If but Success had made the Action good.

216

Yet ere he thought, (or ere he would haue thought
The King soe neare) a shrill alarum beats,
And he was forc'd to what Himselfe had sought,
But prudent Harry makes a halt, & threats
Like to a King; who, if his offers might
Engage, was better pleas'd, if not, would fight.

217

Worcester was sent to Treat; but he, who thought
His guilt vnsafe, returnes the Articles
Of Grace, (to aggravate what he first taught)
His owne made story; as his Iealousies
Suggested to his Crime; & might enflame
His Nephew's Courage wth Reuenge or Shame.

218

The Percye Hott, (for 'twas a high contempt
His vnckle brought) calls vp his willing Men,
Instructed in the Royall Complement
(Ill told,) & bids defiance back agen;
Worcester to blame! but many crimes invent,
In the pursuite, their surer punishment.

219

Now Harry, who had thought his offers might
Have satisfied their Honours & their Aymes,
(Without a greater Treason,) thought the fight
Was over to his wish. When the Extreames
Are but once found, the Long hand of a Prince
May span it, to his owne Convenience.

220

When to prevent his expectation,
In the returne, ere well it could be brought,
The haughty Dowglas, with his hardy Nation,
Made on a Chardge; Hee gave the first assault;
And now they ioyne Entire; the well dispos'd
Squadrons of each Charge, equally oppos'd.

221

Had you beheld the fury of that day,
T'vndoe the fiction of all former time!
Not single, in the Cheifs; all hands convey
Their Rage with wonder, to astonish him
Who Read in Romants, boasts the faméd Knight:
Iust Historie is a Romance well writt.

222

The Equall Armes in this contending fray,
Where euery Man, the Giant or the Knight,
His honour, or his Interest! Soe you may
Vnderstand Spel-Sprung Castles; & but right
To the Intention, if you haue the Key:
Fled Walls discover where the Dragon lay.

223

Nor let it dull the more Iudicious
That I bring trifles into Nobles Things;
The growth of fancy left it vnto vs,
What Heroes should Act; if my verse brings
Men acting greater, I haue done more right
To those did Fancy, and to those did fight.

224

The One-Eyed Scott, (as were he all one Eye)
To find an obiect worthy of his Arme,
Breakes through impaleing Swords, & beats them by,
In weaker hands; soe cutting through a Swarme
Of Gnatts, an Eagle scoureing after Prey,
Beats downe the weak-wing'd vermin in her way.

225

Thrice through the Battaile he did force his way,
And many soules payed homage to his Sword;
Three like the King were habited that Day;
Those three he slew; in the mistake more Spurr'd
To meet the King; that soe his sword might flye
Hatch't in Blood Royall, certaine Victorye.

226

The Noble Percy now had cutt a Street
And Pav'd it, as one Act; the Bodies Slaine
Made a high Causeway, & his Courser's feet
Dropt Humane blood,—A Centaure Dy'd in Graine;
As wiser then Rude Peasants might haue guest
A Man soe Shell'd in Blood vnto his Beast.

227

With mighty Wrist he rages through the feild,
And many deaths Imparted as they stood.
How many Names fell to enrich his Sheild,
Writt in the Capitalls of their owne Blood?
As had he meant a worke 'bove Nature's power,
To make his Crescent Orbéd in an Hower.

228

As when a storme beats in a Thick-sett wood,
The bending Oakes retire; the stronger fall,
Resisting the wild Arme of that full Cloud;
And All, the Tempest-wrapt, not One of All
Can be secure; but wth declineing Head,
Shrinkes from that Cloud, wch once it threatened.

229

Soe Harry's hoast fell back, and Victorye
Made a faint Stoopeing; as she would haue meant
A Royall Quarrye, but deceiues the Eye;
And with a Cancilleere, knowing the strength
Of her owne Wing, but wantons; till she fetch
Her Chozen Prey (Eye-charméd) in at stretch.

230

The heat of Battaile had laid many cold,
And some yet standing to as little vse,
Dismai'd, their late Acquaintances behold
One with the Earth; they less, while poreing thus;
A Civill Enimie prevents his Dreame,
And wakens Him, in Death, to Equall Them.

231

The prudent King (resembling Ithacus
In Parts & Person, now his fortune shar'd,)
Resolves to end it, by a Glorious
Returne; & Rallies vp a force impair'd,
But a knit Strength. Soe on Sigæan Plaine,
Vlisses reinforc'd the fight againe.

232

The scatter'd Troopes draws vp a well-made front,
And willing Minds, from selfe-taught discipline,
Fill necessary Rankes; for noe Account
Of Muster makes an Army stand soe fine,
As Men inspir'd with Duty to their need;
A Corporall of most hast & oft best Speed.

233

The Prince, whose Virgin Gantlet was vnstain'd
With blood before that Day, was better gilt
Then its first Trimminge; & became the Hand
An Omen to his Glorie; when the spilt
Best blood of France, his better shall advance,
Worthy to Cutt the Salique Knott of France.

234

Like a young Eagle summ'd, (whose Spirit infus'd
Blood Royall of the Ayerie Monarchie)
Disdaines a shoale of Dawes; but rather Chus'd
From great Instinct, at Arméd Cranes to flye;
Or trusse a farr-seen Swan, whose mighty wing
Wounds the rent Ayre, & frets her vnseene string.

235

Soe flyes the Prince; where greatest danger stood
Of Noblest Enimies, might most provoke,
His Courage bears him; fortune seeming proud
Of her strong Champion, warrants euery stroke;
Yet were the Question put, through his whole fate
Fortune vpon his Vertue did but waite.

236

Thus while he rides, as had Tydides' Squire
Surviu'd soe many Ages, to this fight,
Rememb'ring Venus once, in warrlike 'tire,
Stay'd wounded by his Master; thought she might
Againe take Armes; for soe he might haue guest
By Harrie's Face, his Actions, Mars exprest.

237

And from a Curséd Bow, with willing hand,
He sends a Shaft, wch in the Prince's Cheeke
A dreadfull wound inflicted; Anger stain'd,
The other Equall Red; soe farr vnlike
The face he seem'd; for wounds weake Spirits asswage;
Great Soules by loss of Blood increase their Rage.

238

Through all opposing Dangers now he breaks,
Inspir'd wth his late wound to greater things;
Soe Men excell themselves; noe patterne Speaks
His Actions now; though Kings may Image Kings,
Hee taught Himselfe; out-did all boast of Time;
And Princes striveing can but coppie Him.

239

His conduct (as the Ballance had but layd
Vpon his Arme) now over-rul'd the Scale;
And Percye's pressing Troopes retire dismai'd,
As had a heauen-sent Legion peirc't them all
With wings of Thunder; vseless Spent on those
Who (cunninge to resist,) did not oppose.

240

For yeilding Bodies only are secure;
In the wild flame, the feare-taught Politicks
Evade the Force, by yeilding to the Power:
While Rockes are torne. Men whose great Spirits fixe
Them, Cent'red all to Danger, overprest,
Instructing horrors fall before the Rest.

241

In this Concussion (where a Thousand Hands
Wrought but one worke,) the Glorious Percy fell;
Whose Death (Glory to none) but only stands
The Ruine of the Day. 'Twas not the will
Of fate, a single opposite should boast
Soe loud a Conquest; for Hee Stood His Hoast.

242

And now an Easie victory Ensues;
The Captaine Slaine, the Souldiers all disperse;
Warr-faméd Douglas, the same fate pursues,
As when a foe to Percy. Noe averse
Faces in destiny; the Accident
Runs through All Actions with the Instrument.

243

Thus, with the Losse of many noble Names,
The King enioyes the Day. In Civill Warre
One certaine fate attends the Diverse frame
Of Action, & ev'n Victors not appeare
Deserving Triumph; Check't by Little Seeds
Of Nature; wounded when his Countrey bleeds.

244

With Douglas, Worcester, (he who forfeited
His honour twice, in trust to seuerall Kings)
Is taken; and the Mort-gage of his Head
Prevents whatever new occasion Springs
In Nature, as Ennervant to that Name;
Progressive Treasons vnder any Claime.

245

This while Northumberland (who slack'd, the while
His Son & Brother with ill Speed went on,)
Was early Marching; & the fruitles toyle
Of faire pretence, void in Occasion,
Baffles his Policye; a mid-way Post
From many mouthes, his strange Intention crost,

246

As had he meant to neither. When hee saw
An Interception by a Double Power
New-raiséd, hee retires; in Rere they draw
Close to his Heeles, & follow him the more,
The more he flyes. Soe, if wee soe may Speake,
The more seene Kidds tread in Aurigae's Backe.

247

Till now (if Northerne Constellations may
Have Rest) Hee over-went, or fixt himselfe
From their Light feet secure, & they may play
Now a step further wth the Beare or Whelpe;
Or friske beyond them, to the Rocky Pole,
Where Cepheus, with his foot doth the Axis Rolle.

248

Northumberland, who like a Spring-taught Snayle
Was crauling to haue Nibbled the fresh leafe,
Found the Aire raw, & shrinkes into his Shell:
Nature & Industrye but make things safe
In proper Accidents; for noe retreat
Secures, when stronger weaker Causes threat.

249

The King commands him, from his Strength. Hee knew
His Strength was weake vnto the Royall Arme;
And therfore comes, attended wth a few,
As nere intending, nor now dreading harme.
For Treasons, overblowne, So cleare offence
Naked, they pass for highest Innocence.

250

He goes preparéd to the certaine frowne
Of Maiestie, & met it. Hee whose guilt
Curbes Acting further, prompts occasion,
And frames new Passions; which he neuer felt
Till Nature's Rivall, dire Necessitie,
Appeare the Same; & is, perhaps, but Shee.

251

Northumberland attaint, after a while,
Vpon Submission, was againe restor'd;
A Policy t'emprove, wth the less toyle,
The Royall Interest, if Time afford
Advantages, & Men may see the When
To fitt Occasions;—Harrie saw it Then.

252

Hee knew his Claime, and how vnsure he sate
Midst many enimies; and his first freind
Engag'd more strongly freind; if once growne hate
May to all Natures Reconcilement find,
In overspreading favours. Oft a shade
Preserves that Canker, shall its boughs invade.

253

The French (who saw the Kingdome in a Flame
Like ill-will'd Neighbours, glad to see it rise,)
Thought then a Time for Spoile but Spoile became;
And found a Ruine where they meant a Prize.
Their Iuno was a Cloud, & what remains
Now but the Wheele? Torture is what Constrains.

254

And now their haughty Necks run in the wheele
Wch the Rude Commons shall impose; a Plague
I wonder never yet was taught in Hell.
Not Vultures gnawinge, nor the Grisly Hagge,
With knotted Scorpions; nor what fancy yet
Has rais'd of Torment, smarts soe ill as it.

255

When Noble Nature, (in the Comely Dresse
Of Education, Shines) to Challenge Man,
Shall fall a Slave to Beasts; for Men are less
Without that Character; the Seale but can
Confirme the Pattent; Hee that doth deny it,
Though he may argue 't, would be loath to try it.

256

Whoe (for noe Action distinguishable
Where Man is made the Subiect, one whole Peice
Of Nature) but approves the Affable
Deportment of his Equall? When he sees
Those Ornaments now trode on by the Rude,
But feeles himselfe wounded in what he view'd.

257

Where can I find the better Nation
Of Man? (for in all Climes there are but two,
Civill & Barbarous,) Noe Emulation
Strikes mee; as were the Frenchmen, (whom we doe
Admire & Imitate in follyes,) not
A written Text for better Pens to Quote.

258

There may we find wth out the fangle which
Fires the drye touch of Constitution)
Civility vnstrayn'd, wth our the Itch
Of Glory; & not there; but the Conclusion
To what I meant, is, noe disparagement
Comes with the Clime; Man one, Indifferent.

259

Though Nationall Aspersions trouble some
To challenge, whose owne Individuall
May Quarter Vices to each severall Roome,
And be Meridian vnto One & All;
Guilty Himselfe, to all his observation,
The Little World thus Circumscribes a Nation.

260

As were hee more then the Great world he treads,
Hee brings her to the Cubit of his Skill;
And drawes rash Lines from the vncertaine heads
Of what he Thought, to make her good or Ill;
Gives the Provinciall Genius, & can frame
Her guilt, from his owne figure to its Name.

261

Imagine now, (in the Aspersion
Or as they were) you see the Frenchmen led
By a rude Crue; & while you please yor owne
Thoughts, to their Sufferings, let my Anger Spread
Vnto the Peasants; thus when Passions rise
Wee find our selves, Each as the humour Lyes.

262

Last day I heard it vrg'd, (& 'tis but what
May be evasion vnto Everie Day,
When Ignorance pleads Guilty,) for a late
Doctrine disputed; (haueing small to say
Vpon the Argument) Bookes but Confound
Men; who themselves are Bookes, more to be Conn'd.

263

'Tis true; but Hee, whose Lethargie of Mind
Is loath to Search what Men haue done or said,
Smiles, but as feathers floating in the wind,
And dreames his Knowledge; or is rather Dead
And fears to be remov'd from the great Shelfe
Of Error, by vnclasping of Himselfe.

264

The wise Man has an vnsumm'd Librarye;
Himselfe & Man, & Bookes, are all his Bookes;
As Leaves was Paper first, all Leaves Supply
Him wth writ Pages, which he Spells who lookes
Backe to the Alphabet, & then can bring
His Learning vpward, from the word to th' Thing.

265

Thus wee know Passions, when wee bring them Home
A Well-bought Treasure from his Vatican;
Whose Volumes Numberless Nature doth Summe
In one Compendious Abstract; Well-bound Man!
This is the Enchiridion, wch to Chuse,
Wee all would carry, but a few can vse.

266

If you are furnisht you are fully learn'd,
And Bookes & Men are but as other Things;
Philosophie your Slave; & Truth discern'd,
(Wch nor your Reason nor opinion brings)
Essentially cleare; for wee haue Clad
Her wth our Raggs, all Patch't & overlay'd.

267

This, (if there be a Truth, as nothing else
Can frustrate Argument, and wee deny
Our being to dissent,) what ever feeles
Decay must Live; as from Eternity
She Sprung, & cannot to dimensions fall;
Essence & Truth are one, which one is All.

268

Those Frenchmen, by lewd hands were now led on,
A Present to the King, as their owne Act;
What Royaltie has restitution
To Mouthéd Peasants? Soe may Hounds well-pack't
Pursue the Prey; & soe the Master please
Those Currs with Quarrye, as the King may These.

269

Yet, what might want (for the sav'd Quarry fell,
A Dish to the King's board,) least they might grin
After the Paunch devided; (as a Deale
Too short in what they run,) Hee calls 'em in
Wth Iybbet, wch the Kennel now enflames
And claps the better Runners by their Names.

270

Whilst these triumph, their Neighbours feele the rage
Of Glendower; who had strucke the Marches through,
And made one wast, not Spareing Sex, nor Age;
Yet 'twas noe more then what he first did Doe,
Within himselfe. Where Humane is defac'd,
Man, bankrupt, only doth enlarge the Wast.

271

Ambition (whose huge walls in Sand are laid)
Threatens the Life of Him who keeps within;
Yet Man, (whose folly is but oversway'd
In fate) keeps tennant; passing not a Pin,
His Ruine Imminent, (soe he may keepe
Her painted Lobbies) till they Lye one Heape.

272

The King (who in this Purchase had layd out
His better fortune) could haue beene well-pleas'd
To quitt, if a Rue bargaine may be put
In state; & any foot wch must be rais'd
In Royalty, were Safe, & not fore-right,
Hee would retire; here Standing is Retreate.

273

And now hee sees the Error of his Choice;
Hee (who sate praised in his Orbe, & Light,)
Ambitious of the Pole, has got moe Eyes
But wth less ease; as were the Sphere of Sight
But the more honour; & Greate Perseus sate
Below Böötes, being Constellate.

274

Harry surrounded; for where Royaltie
Has all its Title from vsurper Power,
'Tis a wild Precipice vnto the Eye
Of Conscience, where the Gulph yawnes to devour;
As had he but attain'd that dangerous height
To greater ruine; Those who stand soe, see't.

275

Richard, long dead, revives; the King nere dyes;
A Doctrine misinforc'd. Hee who had Slept
Soe long in Death, by Confident disguise,
Lives yet a Man. What Meteors haue crept
T'abuse the world! The false fire of a Name
Seems orbéd Power; or Power supplants that flame.

276

Poore Richard's Ashes innocent; his name
Creates like Atomes, his Imagin'd forme.
Soe Individualls may appeare the Same;
And Nature Twinns through all the varied worme
Of her Creation. The still-Crawling seed
Of formes, vnto her hand, is Limited.

277

Soe, though Specificke formes distinguish't are
In euery Individuall, as her worke,
Sence is not made the Iudge; for Men appeare
Leaves of one Tree; & Seams vnnoted, lurke
Visible Characters of her intent;
Neare variations are most Different.

278

Thus Nature, with a Cunning Pencill, drawes
The Landscape of the World; one obiect knit
Soe vniforme, as were it but one Face
Of Beautie; & all Symmetry had met
By vndiscernéd Lines; Each Shadow brings
His Greater Light, one forme of many Things.

279

Nor is it strange for one Man to assume
Another's place; Consenting Nature prompts
Somewhat in the Resemblance; 'tis one Loome
Where Man is drawne, & many Threds at once
Make out the Web entire. Thus Kings may run
From the same flax, a little finer Spun.

280

Hence some affirme a Story, what a few
Did but Suggest, t'elude the present Time;
And might wee trust all written, Richard drew
A Breath, to assoyle Harrie of the Crime
Intended in his Murder. Thus a Quill
More then a Sword, Not Things, but Truth can Kill.

281

To arrogate, perhaps, (for where wee can
Not speake of Better things, not Men alone,
But Countryes, boast their Crimes,) the wider Span
Of Wickedness; as were his Nation
Vnrivall'd in that Glory; here's the Curse;
Had it beene true, the King's fate had beene worse.

282

'Twas ere a Shambles yet in England ope
Did with Blood Royall make it a free trade;
They without Scruple vs'd it; if that Shop
Gave vs Indentures, are they not well pay'd?
If (though wee forfeited, as much as they)
That for the halfe-part, they may have halfe-Pay?

283

'Twas a leu'd folly; Harry shall convince
The Error, who well knew how true or false
The Rumor was; though Rumor to a Prince
New-seated, be vnwelcome, where it calls
A former Title to his Right & Name;
Though Dead, he lives too much whose Ashes claime.

284

If to insert what happens in our way,
Something below our Story; (for to tell
You more then All, the walking-Taylor may)
I without blame,—as pointing to what fell
Within the Raigne,—a Marginall hand, may place
To show you, what a Parliament then was.

285

That wee may see, not ever Parliaments
Haue beene vn-Erring; 'tis enough I bring
You to the Place. When Paralel events
Run from Centre, wee may vrge the Thing;
Soe may a double streame flow from one head;
Too much or Little Learneing make men mad.

286

The Commons loud (some Annalls call 'em lewd;)
In their demands enforce their Acts of will
Vpon the Clergie, & as it had Shewed
Not all their owne, to arrogate all Ill,
They heave the Peerage; for that Pale throwne downe
In breakes the Herd, to the vnfencéd Crowne.

287

The King (whose prudence swaid him either way
To his advantage) gives a double Face
To the whole management; some Princes may
Soe Straddle & stand sure, when either Base
Firm'd by his foot, can neither slide beyond
His reach; & in his power, to make 'em ioyn'd.

288

Hee (who but wore these Commons as a Goade,
And those the Sharpest prickers for his vse,
To drive the Restive Lords,) willingly stood
To see their burthens brought; 'tis euer thus,
When bold Eyes beat another to the blush,
Confident Tyrrannie is Glorious.

289

For he but dreames his part, who hauing got
The power he sought; (& when in other hands
Blam'd Tyrrannous) not adds to what he thought
It might haue beene; Hee only vnderstands
Tyrrannie, who can tax it vnder none,
And Act it Iustice, when the Power's his owne.

290

Moubrey (whose blood retain'd perhaps some fire
Of preiudice to Harrie; who had made
His honour but his threshold to aspire
With greater Ease;) strikes out his Sparkes; the glad
Tinder takes hold; noe Stroke was ere soe Slight
But did catch sure, when 't in a Rocket light.

291

The Arch-Bishop Scroope, that he might Iustice meet
For former crimes, falls by another guilt.
Wisedome is blind, Religion will not see 't,
When Iustice, by Ambition over-built,
Is fronted with new Turretts; & that Wall
But Screens her Sword, to make it surer fall.

292

The Subtle Mirror of Ambition
Extends the figure to a mighty Size;
And wee Adore the farre reflection
Of Shaddowes, not too farre, but Iust & Wise;
'Tis not a Plaine, but many Squares well knit:
Imagine but the Face, it showes you it.

293

The Bishop wth his Colleague Arundel,
Were the first Tressells vnto Henrie's Throne;
Disioynted on a side, if the King fell
Noe wonder but Hee fixt the Chaire his owne;
And 'twas not yet Yorke, vnder any name
Could wrench a Pin in the fast-ioynted frame.

294

Northumberland, glad once againe to see
A face of Tumult, (wch he hop'd might bring
Revenge) comes in; let the Confederates be
Noe matter whom; 'Twas to oppose the King;
Thus, though in Honour he restoréd stood,
Wee may well iudge him yet attaint in Blood.

295

This must not Spread too farre, though it then Spred
A Face of Terror; Westmerland, (who erst
Had hung vpon Northumberland) now Sped;
And yet this Prey more cunning then the first,
Indeed the Caution bound but forfeit Oath;
The Bishop's gon; alas they'd forfeit both.

296

These dire examples stand to misinforme
The gapeing Layetie; when the Prelates fall
They are instructing Sins; if he take harme
By the deceit, he has Absolv'd it All
In Act; and twice-forsaken Loyaltie
Preach't faith but servant to necessitye.

297

Nay, soe had fate befool'd the Credulous
Arch-Bishop to his Ruine; that he seemes
More Confident, as 'twas more Dangerous
Inferr'd by Mowbrey; & almost contemnes
The young Man's councell as his Cowardice;
Fate, who now meant the blow, first binds his Eyes.

298

Thus Westmerland attaines the Snowye horse,
And Rhesus falls, Supriséd in his Tent;
Is it not soe? the Bishop from his force
Perswaded, the Guards Kill'd; & confident
To promises, doth Snort his Life away:
Dolon, first Slaine, made all this certaine Pray.

299

For where the Scout of Selfe-borne Iealousie,
Is strangled in assureance, all the Guard
Of Resolution Shrinks; or Slaughter'd lye
On heaps; the Chariot, bound vp, vnprepar'd
Becomes a Spoyle; whose mighty wheels had rent
Their feilds; the vseless trouble of a Tent.

300

The King had leuied now a mighty force
In pursuit of Northumberland; who (short
To his destruction) falls backe (as of course)
In all attempts; was fairely bidden for 't,
Twice thus engag'd, to come after the Rout;
Esperance! Noe, the word is, face about.

301

Fast into Scotland; Berwicke in his way
Hee takes, but leaves least the King take him there;
Marches must pause but flights can neuer stay;
Hee over-runs the King; but his owne feare
Carries along; 'tis thus a Common Case,
When foes desist, ourselves make out the Chase.

302

Berwicke by Harrie Summon'd, yet holds out,
Expecting aide from Scotland; but afraid
Rather then forc'd, by vnaccustom'd Shott;
For now, Salmoneus had improv'd his Trade,
By Legacye to Leisure; now he mockes
The Gods, noe more with Sounds; Hee giues the Stroakes.

303

This Terror-strikeing Engine (that I call
It rather soe) to Image Thunder more,
Makes a wide Batterie, though the Breach be Small;
One single Gunne, tumbles the whole towne ore;
As yet, some soe ammuséd, in the Pranke
Dare Sweare, a Cannon will shoot miles, Point-blanke.

304

Yet, this when the wise Indians (only fooles
Instructed to our Errors) first had heard
With an Amazeing horror; iudging Soules
(Europeans are soe) Laught at them afeard;
The folly's Equall; but wee made the Choice
And got the Rattle sooner; Her white Boies.

305

After the terror but ensues the flame,
If Maiestie will Act the fireworke out;
Noe Touch-hole Squib or Mouthéd furnace came
Soe Deadly, as the breath of Harrie, hot
Vpon this Towne; Chaine-Bulletts of his will
Run through all Streets, & in the Waft, they Kill.

306

The Arme of Maiestie, like Thunder's stroke
Disdaines the limber Shrub wch euery wind
Waves, as its Ensigne; but a Stubborne Oke
Fixt as the Champion of the feild, will find;
And teare him vp, whose many feet had peirc't
The Middle Earth; disgrac't, his Armes reverst.

307

Thus Nobler Names, Trophies of Harrie's wrath,
Are hung vp Pennons after Victorye;
What sin is that, whose wage is more then Death?
Strikes Punishment, through a whole family?
And many generations Dye in one,
Of Ancestry, & of Succession.

308

As that of Witch-craft; the familiar
Has not his Name for nothing; it were strange
But that Man made of Elements, must Erre,
To please the Victor, vnder Every Change;
How should wee dare those ruines? but the Cause
Determin'd in our selves, prevents all Lawes.

309

Noe sooner here; (but as his worke had beene
To secure Corners; soe Diversion
Is busines, and Busines agen
Appeares a Trifle, for they both are one;
And wee but make them Either;) backe to Wales
His first Designe (his Busines) he falls.

310

Soe Busines thrives; & Trifles, more concerne
For they Succeed & fall into our hands;
Man makes himselfe a foole, & yet to learne;
'Tis not as our determination stands;
Something without our Arme, tickles the Wrist,
And wee catch Ayre whilst what wee sought wee mist.

311

The Robe of Harrie's Royaltie, which sate
Faire on his shoulders, hung not at his Ease;
The Skirts, lick'd Trouble, & became a weight
To make the Glory irkesome. If you please
See England now the Cushion of his State,
Tassel'd & Fring'd; its Ornament & Fate.

312

Soe lyes the Worme, safe in her treeble hedge
And eats the Purple Garden, ere wee find
Her Sally-Ports; Soe a great Priviledge
Has Glory, to our safety; were they ioyn'd
'Twere a full obiect; all Conditions mixt
Are Mortall, & but sever'd, to be fixt.

313

As erst he sped, to the same Enterprize,
Fate (whose firme Tenors, but her selfe hath layd)
Drownes him againe; & the great Hills, which rise
In hopes of Conquest, hardly shew one head;
Till now the sole appeareing Ararat
Call in the Arck; not warre, but weather-beat.

314

Though, if you take mee strictly in the word,
The King had beene noe looser by the flood,
Had Wales beene all one Wave; the French (aboord
In Glendour's Ayde) Surpriséd as they stood
In harbour, by some English Lords, make out
The Tunnage lost, & forfeit stock to boot.

315

Thus, what wee bring as Improprieties
In Language, carry Truth beyond their Sound;
Nature has noe fixt Scœne, vnless varieties
Are but one Same, the Order & the Ground;
As though the Quarrell had not beene of Men
But Elements themselues had warr'd agen.

316

The wilder two, (whom nothing els restrain's
But the Eternall will) had leave to play;
The Water threats the Earth; (but that remain's
The worke of fire kept for another Day;)
The fire (as though he had beene loose for all)
Boyles the Green Waues, & Rocks as Cinders fall.

317

So stood the Great Granado of the World.
(When matter gave it a continuall flame,)
A Spectacle of horror, in the curl'd
Mediterranean; & but hee's Lame,
Who wonders Vulcan has not trod on still
T'enlarge his shop, an Iland from a Hill?

318

This Prodigie to Sence, when Elements
(The Solder of the World) combat themselues
Strike through all causes; for the Accidents
Run to their Source & Share; this Combat delves
The world, & strange relentings teare the womb
Of Nature lost, if Either over-come.

319

The Equall Prodigies of Preiudice
To either Party, made them both awhile
Lye to their Safety; time not lost to advise
How to revenge; that Passion must boyle
Out all pretence of Men; thus Truth at first
Is Tyrrannye, or Treason, as 't is nurst.

320

The King retires, & leaues the Prince of Wales,
To make his Title, his Inheritance;
The French mean-while, with re-inspiréd Sayles
Come to ayde Glendoure; but the wing of France,
Is, by a stronger Pineon over-wrought;
Thus happy fates, Spring high, at setting out.

321

Some practises, the while, were made aloofe
In Scotland, to bring in the English Lords
There fled for Refuge; 'twas a Noble Roofe
That to preserve; the honour of Accords
Durst throw himselfe, a certaine loss, t'advise
Their Safetie; though his blood were made the price.

322

And thus Northumberland, wth Bardolfe, fled
To Wales; asham'd, or rather, more afeard
To breath the Civill Ayre; only the head
Of Treason is more confidently rear'd,
Where Minds incultivated, seed their owne
Thistles of Rage, to boast the highest growne.

323

For there Rebellion, as Religion
Is knowne alike; two long hard-sounding Words
And call'd the Planks Politicks make a bridge on
To keepe dry Soales; the whirl-pits drawne, were fords;
And Time but wore the Shallow & the Deepe;
One bottome Nature gaue, which they will keepe.

324

'Tis true; where finer subtleties haue crept,
As Wood-bine, they a tree, an Arbour make;
And cloath his Armes wth Glory; Nature Stript
All formes at first, that forméd things might take
Ioy in their Second Motions; & discover
The harmony they Sprung from; One all over.

325

Soe stands the vineyard of Humanitye
An orderly Consentive Policye;
Where pruneing Lawes lye by; till the inanitye
Of Branches call 'em out, lest the whole Dye;
And then the Rebel crawlers, feele the Edge
Of Prudence; Hee that setts, may keepe the Hedge.

326

But feircer Natures; (whose growne Rockye Sap
Prevents the Iuice of any sweeter soyle,)
Proud in the Ivye Coveringes, which wrap
Them to Destruction; hardly may, (with toyle)
Bee soe corrected; but they keepe a wild
Breeding, wth Choice, before the manur'd feild.

327

Thus was Glendour; who (though transplanted once,
Lick't his owne Principles from native Earth,)
Got only Spreading Sap; and could advance
A taller head, to make the like rude Birth
Of his owne forrest, guess that 'twas Hee stood
A Cædar, to preserve the vnderwood.

328

And wth the knack of freedome, soe leads on
His servile crue; as you may tingle Bees
Hee charmes the gaddings of opinion,
With the loud Cimball of their Liberties;
As they each Hummer'd, to his seuerall Bough
Hee knitts 'em all One Swarme, & Hives 'em soe.

329

Northumberland, (whose proper busines
Was here but refuge) only fill'd a Roome,
To small advantage; & the Welch-men lesse
Valew'd his Title then their owne at home:
Goes, where his Name, rais'd him a readie Power
(Without pretence) to equall out Glendour.

330

For forcive Names of the Nobilitye,
In former Times Spred a whole Countrey through,
And made a Cause; the Northerne Counties Hee
Led with his Name; What can his Heire doe now?
Thus through the world, what yet Olivia mournes,
Noble & Base haue Government by turnes.

331

How neare its ruine doth that People draw,
Where Giddy Clamour, gvides the whole affaire!
And surly Peasants have the Power of Law!
Monarchy mock't! Nobilitye a Snare
To catch Men! Vertue (wch has Glorious beene)
Worthy the Ostracisme of Vulgar Spleene.

332

Soe learnéd Athens, when Themistocles
Whose life (like Sun) ripéned her Olives out;
Or see her fate, (when Alcibiades
Whose glory was his Ruine; & to boote
Vtter subversion to the Towne & State;)
Lasht with the Rods of long-growne Spartan hate.

333

See Rome requiting her Camillus wounds;
Looke on the Brightest Buckler of her state
Eaten with Rust of Obloquye; what Grounds
For popular Suspitions? See, the Great
War-framéd Martius, by another Name
More knowne; the Consuls Largesse to his Fame.

334

See him an Exile, forc'd an Enimie,
By the ingratefull Herd, to arme himselfe
Against his Country; full in Pietye,
Desists from Rage, & wrack't vp in the Shelfe
Of great deservings; to the Power
Hee fell, wch hee had rays'd & rac'd before.

335

For spreading glories dazle weaker Eyes;
Batts, when the Eagle Rousts, torment the Ayre,
And in their dimme Dominion boast a prize
As proud, in Leather frocke, as all the faire
Sun-feather'd Birds; I Erre to bring you downe
By Similies; wee see it in our owne.

336

Soe haue wee lost the Priviledge, wch once
Wee gloried, in well-framéd Monarchye;
One Name for All; & greater Names, t' advance,
Their seuerall Clients; though the Instance be
But rude, in some perticulers, th' intent
Stood, a true Piramid, in Government.

337

Loe here a Breach; as vnder any forme
Where frayle Materialls put in to support,
Faile in their office; it may be a harme
Vnto the building; must in any sort
Be preiudiciall, though wee hardly raze
Firme Structures, when some Pillar shrinks his Place.

338

Northumberland, (whose long vnsteddy head
Threatned, in the next Storme, to leaue the Wall;
And with the Raines of Discord, crumbéled,
A worne faint Buttresse;) now at length must fall;
Thus an ill-temper'd Ciment not alone
Eats it selfe Empty, but betrayes the Stone.

339

Hee can noe longer trifle, his relent
For second Pardons, warrant the third Crime;
And 'tis a Losse, not to be confident
Where the Necessitye enforceth him;
Necessitye a Tyrant; tell mee how
Hee has kept himselfe who tearing One makes two?

340

Soe when a Storme-tost vessel (who durst brave
The Ocean, with full Sayles) is over-wrought
With Mountaine-Billowes; & the fatall wave
Has torne her Ribbs; it is not to be thought
From what Considerations, men dare leape
To combat, what they fear'd, & sometimes scape.

341

But euery Arme, must not attaine the Shore
Of his Attempt; Northumberland is weake
And ere the Tenth wave come, is tumbled ore;
The Surge has swept him in; or may wee Speake
It to the Story? if you'le looke vpon't
A lower Patent, stood for Place, & won't.

342

Against all Rule of Title; but indeed
The forcive honour is but where it flowes;
A worthy fountaine, whence it doth proceed;
And he who stands invicem, may oppose
An Earle discended; Comes, though it meant
A nearness, was not given to breed Contempt.

343

Short is: the Sheriffe of Yorkeshire by his Power
Attach't the Earle if it may be exprest
Soe, to his Office; though indeed it bore
Another face, yet 'twas but an Arrest
Of Treason; Treason, which then brought the Peers
To fall, & now to sitt as Commōners.

344

Soe fell Northumberland; & better Dye,
Extinguish't in the flame then keep a Snuffe
In the darke Sockett, or ranke Infamye;
Who live degrade themselves; who Dye, Enough,
They perish in their Seekings; the disgrace
Blowes vp their Ashes, in their Nephewe's face.

345

Thus the worne People (though perhaps they sate
Vnder a heavy hand; for Tyrrannie
In vsurpation is not wondred at)
Resist the Invader; finding Libertie
But to their Quiet; rather trusting one
A Tyrant, deem'd; then a whole Army knowne.

346

Soe when Timoleon went to vindicate
His strange Zeale; Murder wrought out Pietie;
The poore Sicilians; (borne to the sad Fate
Of Tyrant rule,) yet rather chose to be
Quarter'd by Dionisius, & the haught
Icetes; then haue Libertye, soe bought.

347

For though the chaine of Tyrranye soe brought
Them low, and gall'd the withers of their will;
They kept the Teeme, & groan'd the Burthen out,
Rather then have the Gad-flyes of an ill-
Disposéd Army, on their shoulders feed,
As lately Pharax, & Calippus did.

348

And as it is long Tyrranny that keepes
Men servile to the Power; soe Power of Warre
From the first Egge of Libertie, out-Creepes
A fatall Serpent; doe not say how far
From truth, some formes are not in Reason reach't;
Hydra & Amphisbæna thus were hatch't.

349

The Age (it seemes) after soe great a Birth
In Treason, as his owne, broke in the Cell;
Slipt her Rebellions, like rude Molaes forth,
Though many Lusts conspiring made her Swell;
For Treason, like the first-borne Man, will brooke
Noe Brother, least his Sacrifice be tooke.

350

Nor may wee wonder much, (if Adages
Carry their weight, put into either Scale)
They Copied from the King, & were but his
Weake Imitators; for who is't shall call
Northumberland a Traitor? or deprave
The Subtle Glendour, but with Harrie's Leave?

351

Northumberland, noe more; & Glendour (now
Sick in his vndertaking) Sues for Peace;
'Tis granted what the King may give; but how
May Kings give quiet? Pardon, if they please.
Many like Butterflies, vpon the flower
Of Life but Spawn's a worme shall it Devour.

352

Hee who had read the Ephemerides
Of Fate; & could repeat his owne, by roat,
Falls Retrograde; & the Great Wolfe (to please
Old Prophesies) wanders a Montaine Goate;
Soe when our hopes are fled, wee take the wild
Of Furie; leape the hedge & run the feild.

353

Thus Glendour, while a Rebel made his owne
Way, to his Will; now reconciléd finds
Noe path to tread in; wand'ring vp & downe
Makes all the world his Grate; for broken Minds
Suggest a Terror, which their Fancy Spreads;
Destruction yet must follow where it leads.

354

Hee now a wretch, not worthy of the Ayre
To Breath in, nor the Earth to beare his bones;
Flyes both, & keeps a Diet; (which his care
Wrote Legible) in a Cave, for the Nonce;
As Nature had Intended Nothing more
Then such a Coffin, for (her Shame) Glendour.

355

And now the King growne Potent, in his owne,
Gives Light to others, how to valew him;
As by his turnéd hand, the fate were showne
To other Princes; France, (the Noblest Limne
Of Europe, Synnew-Shrunke) must fall, or stand
To the determination of his Hand.

356

'Tis from our Story, that wee should repeat
The mighty factions were late growne in France;
But to our purpose: Burgundie (who yet
Felt the guilt gripe of late-slaine Orleans,)
Did feare his Son; & others in Relation
Might thinke vpon 't, though to an other Passion.

357

Hee early sends to Harry for his Aide
Pretending danger, in the King's behalfe;
Harrye gave sober Cautions, yet afraid,
The Rent might heale its selfe; for Princes laugh
When Neighbour Kingdomes grone; & then if blood
Might carry it, how Equally they stood!

358

Harry to keepe it open sends some Men
In ayde of Burgundie; the cause is made
In the Complaint, as Iust, as had it beene
T'affirme the Diademe to his owne head;
Hee's a weake Captaine first who doth not mind
His ground, & then draws vp, for Sun & wind.

359

But Orleans, (who knew the Interest
Of Princes, made all the causes overweight)
Propounds advantages, soe well-exprest
And soe Conclusive, by his Delegate;
That Harry Smiles to See the way lay'd out
Hee meant to goe, made nearer, then hee thought.

360

Indeed hee could not to the ancient claime
Of England, vrge a Right, wch they not brought
A Voluntarie offer; but how lame
Are Treaties where noe Single End is Sought?
For delving Princes iustle when they meet,
Till a fresh Mine be Rak'd, by stronger feet.

361

Soe may wee fancy, the more Politicke
Molls, (who in fatter Soyles, have Seigneiorie)
Can ill allow a Stranger, but will prick
Another Seame, & soe run diverslye
In their Dominion; that the Alien must
Sterve in her Trenches, or newe Lobbyes thrust.

362

Haue you not some-time seene cover a Brooke,
A Cast of Haggards,—cunning to the flight—
Worke out their owne Advantage to over-looke
The trembling Quarrye, from a greater height?
In them behold, How Emulateing Kings
Cutt Ayre, to fill their Tallons by their wings!

363

But Orleance, (when now the King had sent
His Ayds to him, & broke with Burgundie)
Slacks his engagement; to the Discontent
Of the English, who now wasted Normandie;
As Sicles, to another Harvest put,
They Eat the Sheaves vp where their wage they doubt.

364

Yet when he saw the Sword of preiudice,
Which either way in probabilitie
Might fall; for while the Angry English Lyes
Vnsatisfied, more then an Enemye
They Spoyl'd the Countrey; & his fears portend
They were too potent to be kept a freind.

365

For Allies, ioyning wth an Equall force
Worke out their owne designes, in helpe of those
Who call'd em in; & leave the party worse
Engagéd, to their freinds, then by their foes;
And Belgia, only (in a firméd state
Wrought out by others) has been fortunate.

366

Therfore, as Generall, when he had Summ'd
Himselfe, & drawne the Action by a Claime
Of Circumstance, where to be overcome
Was but a certaine fate; or trye againe
The doubtfull Stroake, wth those who holpe him once;
His single Prize run on a Double Chance.

367

Hee meets with Clarence, to Capitulate;
Both seeming Confident, yet neither hott;
And vpon termes, gave over in the Sett,
For Orleance, had the Dice, to save his Blott,
The Stakes were new, but franks, good husbands growne,
They drew; but Harrie next play's it a Crowne.

368

The English thus dismist; for Orleance
Hung in a broken Tide, & either must
fforfeit himselfe or teare the Womb of France;
A Paricide as high as Neroe's Lust:
For who dare offer Sacrifice soe Strange,
As a whole Nation to his owne Revenge?

369

Now may the factions Equally Contest,
Or by vnequall hazards open out
The Seame, wch fate, by Iron Time had prest
Smooth, & becoming France; for over-wrought,
Not destinye can make her Garment fitt
All Bodies; some, are made to furnish it.

370

The Great Reserve of fate, to wear the Robe
In France, is now wrapt in a Cloud, at home,—
His Father's Anger; the Congested Globe
Hinders the Light, which in full Rayes would come
To the obsequious Moone; while the King Lives
All Light is Borrowed, & his Son Derives.

371

But as I said, the Earth of misreport,
Knitt vp a Bodie, t'interpose that Light
Might Orbe him out; the Maggots of the Court
Eate into favour; where they bred, they bite;
Vnnaturall foolish wormes! who 'gainst the Lawes
Of Nature, Live but to devour their Cause.

372

Age & Infirmitye (when I soe Speake
I fold vp Man, one Peice; Bodie, & Mind)
Are Iealous; Iealousie, which in the weake
Sand of distemper Bask's it selfe to find
Ill-operateing Ant-Eggs; (if wee tread
From story, Hee that's Guilty, shakes his Head.)

373

Somewhat, which might incite the King's behalfe
In preiudice to what the Prince might Act,
Was his owne Guilt; for they are never safe
Who weare their Titles by a Præ-contract
In Treason; where a Crowne is all the Ayme
If King prevent not, Fathers but the same.

374

Example, as a Parent; when the Sad
Remembrance strikes him, thinks 't may move his Son
Vnto the like Attempt; for now hee weigh'd
His Act a Crime; & wish't it were vndone;
Lest now his Son, following but the Traine
Himselfe laid out, were ripened fitt to raigne.

375

These sad disturbances, vnto his Soule,
Had worne him thin; Indeed the Prince (whose Youth
Was full of Spirit) loved not the Controule
Of a strict hand; yet never knew the growth
Of Disobedience; to a Rebel Thought
Misconstrued, in his Actions rais'd the Doubt.

376

'Tis Turkish Policy, to make a Doubt
In Blood, & strangle Heires in Iealousie;
Where trusted Ianizaries stand about
The Tyrant, Missives to his Crueltye;
Though wee but call the Turke soe Politicke,
Wee saw it lately Acted, Catholicke.

377

Still in an Agéd Tyrrannie whose Oyle
Crusts in the Lampe, the Glories of a Bright
Far-shineing Torch is Blaméd, to revile,
In its acknowledgment, the low-Spent Light;
Security's a point which few can draw
In Nature, but's a Common Line in Law.

378

Till now the Prince, (whose Recollection
Was a strict Spunge vnto his Errors past)
Falls at his Father's feet, in a Subiection
Worthy his double Duty; & soe Grac'd
His vindication, to the Royall Eare
It charm'd the Evill Spirit of his Feare.

379

Sir, if I merit Death, I bring a Life,
Glad I may satisfie my selfe & you
With one Act; 'tis your owne; or rather, if
My hand be Guilty, let it punish too;
Nor can it construed, as selfe-Murder be;
'Tis or a Iustice, or a Pietye.

380

If I haue sought what some perhaps Suggest,
This Easie Iustice were below my Choice,
If 't be an Iniurye; yet haveing prest
Your Royall Heart, my Death but Satisfyes
Worthily to enlarge your soule; I breath
Vngratefull to my Life, to feare a Death.

381

The King melts to his Zeale; soe when a wind
Has long ore-run, the Earth, wth chilling force
The supplyant fruites offer themselves as pin'd
In such a Fury, & diverts his Course;
The same Cloud, breakes in a refreshing Shower
To Ripen, what it threat'ned to Devour.

382

And now, the King (who by Rebellion
Purchast his Glory), seated, suffered in
His Crime; & liv'd but in progression,
Of the Same Act; his Raigne was All one thin
Much-fretted veile of Loyaltie, whose Rent
Made by himselfe, Caught others as he went.

383

For first the Rebell Lords & proud Glendoure
Vexéd his Throne, the best part of his Raigne;
Scarce that appeas'd, but an Affliction more
Pressing, Involves him; Euen his Blood, to staine
Him through, is taxéd; & least Hee might part
Calmely, his Rebell Spirits surround his heart.

384

Hee, in himselfe, finds Monarchye dissolv'd;
And seated vigour, violently led
A Captive by Rebellious pangues involv'd;
An Apoplexie Strikes, through the Head,
And his sicke Temples burne, to beare that Crowne
They beat to Compasse; Now too late, too soone.

385

His Bodie thus Surpriséd, what remaines
But he may know himselfe Depos'd, alike
As Richard, bound in Paraliticke Chains
Vnder a Tirant's Grate; who till he strike
Insults wth a bold Storme; & to his face
Twitts him, with all the follies of his Place.

386

Not Richard now (whose Resignation
His weaknes was, his merit soe his Crime;)
Appear'd more abiect; Harrie bleeds Compassion
Vpon that Dust; soe knead 'em; & but Time
The Accident of Life, decides how much
Richard was weake & Harrie was not Such.

387

Now the Blacke Cloud gathers vpon his Orbe;
And the Refractions of his Spirit Gild
Only the Hemme of Life; wee not disturbe
His parting Breath; for when you haue beheld

Him, See All Kings, as Men. But lest the Text
Bee maiméd here, 'tis made out, in the next.

The End.

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The Raigne of Henrie the Fifth.

1

Soe Springs the day, a happie omen to
Our purpose, if the facultye be yet
Remaineing in the Tribe; & Gloryes grow
From many Dayes, in this One, to be met;
'Tis more then Chance; this day begins the Storye
An Anniverse of All our English Glorye.

2

Wee Riddle not with letters; neither racke
Indifferent Numbers to Necessitye;
Nor vrge bold Criticismes, nor offer weake
Dreames of Coniecture, in the fallacye
Of our Affection; as though Truth & Witt,
Needed an Astrolabe, to make 'em hitt.

3

The Drowsie Soule, neglects an offer'd Time,
And Swimm's his Age away in Careless Dreams;
Wee flatter not ourselves; for verses Clime
Vp with his Ladder; & Survey extreames
Of his Dominion; to the Light, he weares
The God of both Appollo, Chart'red verse.

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4

Whilst others Then (vnblam'd) in Thirsty Zeale,
Express their wishes; & provoke their Braines
To Celebrate the Day, as did they feele
New Passions Spring, & Blood enrich the veines,
Inspiréd from his Name; fully Possest,
Become entranc'd; the morneing tells the rest.

5

Wee calmely offer, (what our Pietye
Chose rather, to the honour of the Day)
Numbers, of force; if yet some Dietye
Bee not offended) Iove, & Phœbus say
Goe on & Prosper; Crowne the Sacrifice
Of our Endeavour, far-seene Prophecies!

6

How well to mee (the meanest that attend
With incense readie) doth the Day fall out
Who Act my owne? vnder his Gloryes Skreen'd
An humble wayter; as 'twer borne, to doe 't;
And were not that some Cloud, I durst pronounce
Wonders; but 'tis enough, wee see 'em once.

7

The calme Tabernacle of our Hopes,
Our fervent vowes ascend; 'tis All what sad
Restraint allowes our zeale; & many stopps
Of Passion, Checke the Current of a Glad
Intention. Stay! the Auspicie, prevents
Our feare, & Chides the Error of Complaints.

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8

Bright as the Mid-day Sun, when banish't Clouds
Bind vp the Hemisphere; as Soft
As new-Inspiréd Ayre; Sweet as the Budds
Of Virgin Roses pluk't; if from these oft
Repeated Similies, you gather how
Wee Spread, to Close, 'tis well, but these are Low.

9

Full-Swelling as the Womb of Nature, when
She gave a Birth to formes; Cleare as her Eye
To Iudge her Issue; Such should be the Pen
Must vndertake this taske; Soe great, Soe high;
That never Truth, yet a Iudge, (as once she stood
O're Men & Things) She might assert it Good.

10

But when Our humble Letters, Spell'd at best
Make only words; & words, well-ioynéd Speake
But halfe our Thoughts; how narrowly exprest
May this Appeare! for high Conceptions breake
To loose their force; & Wee but vtter Things
As full-swolne Banks wast Water from their Springs.

11

This Age is Barren; for Spent Prophecie
Chalks out a Sybill, chosen by her fate;
Raptures are now but Dreames in Poesye,
And verse is noe more Charme; it is; I was,
My selfe, bid Say; what Probabilitye
Denies a Truth, firme-written Destinye.

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12

'Tis now the night; but Rampant Darknes whets
The Clouds vnto their Ruine, in his hast;
Forgotten Light, restor'd; Calme state befitts
Iust Glory, now Approaching, now defac't;
And though I cannot Speake it, you may see,
—Pull by the Curtaine,—by what meanes 't may be.

13

Wee who haue found the Ends, can Twist the Cord
Of fate, to fetter Time; & draw him in
By plyant hands, more manag'd with a word
Fitly pronounc'd, then had he servile bin
In Copper Gvives; or Adamantine Chaines
Which he trots of, or breaks, as Slender Reins.

14

The Glory of this Day perfects the King
Of his imposéd Tasque; as were the yeare
Beat in a Plott, & Dayes were Curvetting;
Here, he bounds; done his worke, to begin here
The wheele of a new Travell; well pursued
If by a Circle, Ioy may be Renewed.

15

A mid-day Starre gives Light; the mid-day Light
Affronted, hides his Head; wee have found it since
Our Sun of hopes at Noone, buried in Night;
The Starre's removéd Light, nere Influence
Ensues; for all Phœnomena doe stand
Vnto the Text of fate a guiding hand.

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16

This full Quotation, by an Asterisme
Set in the Margent of a middle Page;
Meanes at a Sence, above the Solæcisme
Of Darke Coniectures; One Day writes an Age;
Though a Good hand, pussle an Eye to Read 't
A Pater-Noster, in a Penny Breadth.

17

Thou who art left expositor, when Time
Shall wing thee fitt, to open out the Scroll;
Discover by some Steps, how wee may Clime
T'arrive that Magicke Truth; which wee, a dull
Raw Generation, in the Salt of Earth
Pickles, and are afraid to bring it forth.

18

When these Genethliake Rages are made out
The Sober Obiects of a well-taught Mind;
And fancy shall submit to what wee brought,
Iust Story; Fate determined, Fate Design'd;
Then by Compareing Coppies, 't will appear
Man Legible, is the same Character.

19

For let not Names illude vs; when wee heare
Great Things, they carry all their Ornament
Done by an English Harrie, as they were
Foyl'd, by a Greeke or Romane President;
Though Love & Honour often better frame
Faith, at a Distance, in a forreigne Name.

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20

Thus the wild Braines of younger follies drawe
Imagin'd Beauties in Repeated Names;
And fitt their fancyes to a certaine Awe
Of Syllables; Soe Cleopatra claims
Life to this Day; & bright Poppæa weares
Some Charme yet, interwoven with her haires.

21

For tender Passions easily provoke
Themselves, from Blood & Names to trafficke in
Addittaments of fancy; Ayre & Looke,
Fingers & Nayles & Teeth, have motives beene
To keep the Tide still floating; soe wee raise
Small Things, by Great Names done; the Shreds of Praise.

22

As though a Scipio, or a Hanibal
An Alexander, or a Pompey, great
By the favor of their Age; had ingrost All
The Stocke of Honour from vnfortunate
Posteritye; & humane Race but tooke
Reflected Glory, as on them they looke.

23

These engineeres in fame doe thus maintaine
Their Syracusa from Assault; & fright
With a Rope's End, the gapeing world. How plaine
The Batterye of their Names, rais'd to a Height,
Secures the Cittadel that Coward Quills
Doe not Approach but veiw it from the Hills!

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24

Blame mee not therfore, if (the Seige, thus rais'd)
I with the rest, become a Looker on;
Till Harrie, as Marcellus, (better prais'd
In his owne Conduct,) force the wall & Towne;
And lead vs on Tryvmphant through the Port
Of Victorye, to Honour's Splendent Court.

25

But now the Palsey of the common Earth,
Trembles my Quill, & Spatters out my Inke;
The weake Support of Historie holds forth
A broken Crutch; my fancy 'gins to Shrinke,
Attending Him; the Leggs of Greece, wch Stood
Strength to the world, nere knew a Richer Load.

26

Hee (who had summ'd the Glory of them both
And Spann'd their vertues, a Proportion
Within himselfe,) knew both the forme & growth
Of their best Plants; without addition
From the wat'ring-Potts of Eyther; Hee,
Needs not draw water, whose Sap maintaines the Tree.

27

Who could obserue, from Selfe-Sprung Principles,
The Rigour of their teachings; & Act out
Their Glories, Letters; his owne Syllables
Run vp, in words, to give a Sence, which nought
May open, but the force of his Great Name;
To be Read, All wee know, All They Claime.

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28

Now to the Storye: See him enter on
A Kingdome, rent & mangled, gapeing wide
In wounds of Faction; Application
Helps to the Cure. But where the Spirits are tyed
By mutuall Sympathy, the worke is done
As sure, as by State-plaisters, far more soone.

29

The vnresisted Emanations
Of a true Maiestie, without Effect
Never returne, but baffle Questions
To their Activity vncircumscript;
At least where dull Philosophy, confines
The Sphære, or rather, Men Square her, by Lines.

30

The Rigid Thesis! nothing workes beyond
His Sphære! how taught? how from thence shall Spring
A Legion of Doubts? and the well-Shrin'd
Axiome, was left A Poesie for a King:
The Stagirite who said it, saw how farre
Spirits may worke, but he prescribes no Sphere.

31

Wee Question not the Inactivityes
Of grosser Mixtures, then in Harrye's Blood;
Where the Apotheocarye, to his Price
May force its Spirits; but when Nature proud
To better Ends, send such a Casket, stor'd
With State-Salve, & wee take it on her word;

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32

If it be true in Nature; rather if
Plynie's Relation be of Nature true,
And wee may fancy out what he doth give
For Story; Harry stood the Adamant, wch drew
The Coasting Iron from the late proud Keeles;
An Arméd Rocke; & they renounce their Steeles.

33

All bring the Tribute of their Loyaltie
Wth out Demand; & offer out their Strength
Without Security, if Royaltie
Be not more warrant; Some are taught at length
The follye of their Rigours; to convince
Exacted duties, bindinge from the Prince.

34

The Glory of his Person, the Great hopes
By former Actions taught, to future Things;
Bend the long-knotted Nobles; & the Ropes
Of Popularitie fall, limber Strings;
Credit old Fame, wch tells you Stones & Trees
Leap't to their vse; They were but euen as These.

35

Men cent'red to Selfe-Interest & lock't
To their wild Causes, melted by a Touch;
Which might peirce deeper, from themselves provok't;
Well-wrought Materialls knitt the frame to which
They were Intended; & the Golden String
May thus, a Thebes, erect to every King.

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36

A Glorious Policye; & in that way
I cannot thinke our Harrye was out-wrought;
Or was it Number'd verse? let Orpheus play;
Our Harrye has a deeper, Sweeter Note
And from soft Groves, could his owne Act reherse
As high as Pindare, or Tyrtæus' verse.

37

That infancy of Time, (when vnfledg'd Witt
Imp't from the raggéd Sarcill Chaucer drop't)
Was Smooth'd by him a-new; & fancy knitt
Harmonious Sence; it is but to be hop'd
A King & Poet; if it shall be Seene
Nature full-handed, made that Age to Him.

38

See now his Pietye; for ere he seat
Himselfe, he iustly claimes it to enthrone
Deposéd Ashes; if a Muse, now great
As Maro's were to breath, this Act alone
Might raise a Poem; Vertue doth not flye
In acts of Nature, but of Pietye.

39

If Great Æneas, for his care & Toyle
Live in his Name; the obligation bound
His duty; & the Goddesse lov'd, erewhile
Exacted more; a Parent! 'tis not found
By narrow words, what wee ought t'vndertake
In such a Case, where they prevention make.

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40

But here, where Harrye, (noe relation
But Iust to the iniur'd dust) is seene
Charg'd wth as full a Load; & by Translation
Forgotten Richard, marryes to his Queene;
Whom Death and Tyrranny had long divorc't:
Glad Ashes meeting; mixt, One Both Endors't.

41

Richard, whose Bones, with vnmeet Covering
Slept in a Cottage; Harry doth remove
To better lodging; vrnes him, like a King
And gives nere Life to Him, to meet his Love;
If Dust Inanimate, retaine what Life
Imprest, he warmes againe to meet his wife.

42

Royall Solemnity! now Richard Lyes
Full Quiet, to his honour & his Choice;
Murder forgiven in his Obsequies!
Shrin'd neare a Martyr, to his Nuptiall Ioyes!
Resolveing it, a Sacrament not Lost
Which may be iterated, even in Dust.

43

And as a Monument repaires that House
In Pietye, wch Richard's Passion
Whilome Subverted; Sheen, (made Glorious
In Harrye's bounty) may recount, foregon
Delights; ev'n Richard's folly, in her Dust
New fronts her Turrets, with a treble Boast.

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44

Nor stayes he here; Dead Ashes, Harry knew
Are the same Mold & Earth for any Place;
Hee cutts a larger Sphære; performes a Due
To the ne're-Dyinge Part; & knowes noe Ease
Can be in Ashes, when the parted Ayre
Wanders; he gives a Requiem, worth his Care.

45

Devotion, laught at now; as where wee bring
New doctrines, to a well-resolved Truth;
Contempt, from thence, workes by new hammering
A Fish-hooke, from an Anchor; let the mouth
Of Errour, in a Dungeon ope, Shee's heard;
But wisedome, in the Streets, wth out regard.

46

And that wee may not arrogate all new
Vnto ourselves; as were Religion
The Partrige hatchéd in our Age, which flew
With shell on's head, for hast, where others run;
'Twas Gutlin, then but throwne out by the Rest.
An evill Bird, defileing its owne Nest.

47

The Worthy Sr whom Falstaffe's ill-vs'd Name
Personates on the Stage, lest Scandall might
Creep backward & blott Martyr; were a Shame,
Though Shakespeare Story, & Fox legend write;
That Manual where dearth of Story brought
Such Sts worthy this Age, to make it out.

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48

But New-Sprung doctrines, Liberty layd out,
May force her Plea & shall in noe Age want
Abettors; as 'tis easier to Doubt
Where Rigour curbs; & every man will grant
What he desires; noe knot of Syllogisme
Needs bind, where willing Sence, appeares the Schisme.

49

That he might haue his Capons, fryday fare,
And Peter's Sheet for Lent, his Table Cloth;
He claps vpon the Dung hills; nere & farre
Red Craven Cocks come in; but these for Broth,
An ore-Boyld Cullice, in Religion,
Carv'd out cold Ielly, by his Rebel Spoone.

50

Another Knight but of noe great Account
(Soe say his freinds) was one of these new Saints
A Preist! but the fatt Mault-Man! (if you don't
Remember him, Sr Iohn has let his rants)
Flye backward, the first Knight to be made
And golden Spurres, hee, in his Bosome had.

51

Soe says my Textuary; for I am brought
To vse their words more willingly, in things
Where they are Partiall; lest I be thought
To Speake with preiudice; the firmest winges
May Strike a Plaine, of pleasure, wth out blame;
Wee to the Subiect, Stile, & Accents frame.

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52

For shall we blame Rebellion, in Act,
And vrge it, as our owne, an open Sence?
Bring well-fyl'd Numbers, Treason strongly back't
In the Assert of Language? noe offence!
Wee flatt in this, least Syllables too proud
Might make mee guilty, them misvnderstood.

53

As the first Author of Devision rais'd
A Rebell Legion, vnder faire Pretence;
These (not to Staine their Pedigree, well-prais'd
In such an Ancestor) conferre the Sence
Of their Intentions, sūm'd by Aggravation
Of Old, to Informe new, a Reformation.

54

But 'tis enough; they perisht in theyr lewd
Attempt of Treason; I should be to blame
To detaine Harrie, in this Rebell Crowd,
When Nobler Actions calls; Hee, not soe tame,
Breaks through their Trammells wth a foot of Scorne,
To pursue Glories, whilst they hang or burne.

55

Be not offended if you looke vpon
The Chicke start from that Egge; in every Age
The feathers stand wrong way; Religion
Is a bold Herauld Growne, from a soft Page,
Attending Loyaltie; & if wee blame
Defections now, they wrought by the same frame.

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56

For nothing's Spoke to trouble Sober heads,
Who walke in their calme Principles; but all
The world (not read) may see how far it Spreads
To vindicate all Riot; when wee call
The Sword of Faith, (wch every Arme may weild)
A well-rays'd force; wee carry but the Sheild.

57

The Conventicles met; & would derive
Their Zeale, some Centuries; the Preist promotes
Their Actings, lawfull, pure, & Primitive;
The first Sts, liveing in Remoter Grotts,
Had such feild-meetings; but he lost his Text;
The Crou'd came in & made it good he Preach't.

58

A new Church Militant! and sure that word
Provokes ill vnderstanders, to those Armes;
Prayer's, a faint dry-blow, but the keene-edg'd Sword
Flyes with full Spirit; & the Struggle warmes
An Active faith; fixt Eyes, & bended Knees
Are lazy Christians; & but Cloystered Ease.

59

These Trencher-Sts; full-paunch't Boetians,
Contemne all Bodies bred in purer Ayre,
As Atticke leanness; dry deuotions;
And reckon Blessings by their Bill of fare;
When the good Creature, offer'd dayly twice
Opens their Mouth, & Shutt their Eating Eyes.

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60

Thus travail'd faith (as weary to be sett
In the leane pasture of a Barren Rocke)
Now Garrisons where this Old-Castle, fitt
With better pastures, tempted; if yod looke
Religion vagrant, Strictly in the Face
Since She left Church, she Sneaks in any Place.

61

For when the Holie Place became a Scorne,
And keene devotion swett in Corner-prayers;
Each found his owne Conueniency t'adorne
The Seruice; & a lobby, or darke Stayres,
A Feild-house, or a Barne, for better Stands;
Their walking Temples are not built wth hands.

62

'Tis but the same, wee over-acted See
Though are pleas'd to winke vpon that breach,
Which was as farre (to looke Iudiciously)
A rent, from truth as any they now teach;
The Seam-les Coate, was torne then; Babes in Grace
Rippe it on further, from the Broken place.

63

As had the midland Sea (whose full retreate
Into the bowels of her owne Sprung waves)
Bin open'd out, by ill-spent toyle, to meet
The Red-Sea; once-fam'd Memphis and the Sheaves
Of fertile Egipt had beene lost; the gaines
For what, was Ginger, Traffick't wth less Paines.

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64

The Fire's not yet extinct: Some lurkeing Seeds
Glowe, Rak'd together, in a Parliament;
Like Dunghill Scraps, made fuell, the Smoake Spreads
An evill Odour; Proverbs are not lent
As meerly vseless Sayings; this Smoake flyes
Still in the fairest Face the Clergies Eyes.

65

And had not the Great Prelate, to direct
Its growing Course set ope a wider doore;
Who knowes the dire Effect, wch might have Start
From its pent Furie? Hee, to cleare that Score
Layes vp another Vlcer, fitt to Lance
The Tumor'd Wombe, of long-neglected France.

66

And drawes the formall Title, a Iust Plea
For English Armes, to Advocate how farre
The Salique Law was binding; wch they Say
Was kept Inviolate, he makes appeare
A Trifle, in their owne Succession
A worne out weake Germane Tradition.

67

And fires them vp, by the repeated Names
Of Ancestrie, which in Third Edward's Raigne,
Soe Noblie Sought that Right; worthy their fames
As well as Blood: nor could They Present Staine
The mention of their Grandsires any way
Soe much, as by neglect, or by Delay.

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68

This the great Eye-sore, of Swolne Prelacie,
Removéd was: and forreigne obiects fill
All Braines with Expectation; Fancies flye
Vpon this new Designe; as ore a Hill,
Where lanke-wing'd Puttocks hope to catch their Prey
They hover, till it Stirre, and Swoop't away.

69

Fancie of future Things, to please the Sence
Is Nature's Kite, in our Humanitie;
Deepe guilt, feeding on Small Birds, in Expence
Of many many flights, with downe-cast Eyes,
Whence She expects another Gorge at Night,
But Slips the mountinge Larke; too Strong a flight.

70

The Shrill Alarum, from the Archbishop's mouth
Was (if it may be call'd) the Trumpet's Sound;
Rais'd English Spirits from their Graves of Sloth
And Pulpit Drums awake the Iland round;
All Boanerges; Ianus thus reverst,
Is Peace or Warre, well-handled by the Preist.

71

But first, (for the Solemnitie setts off
All vndertakeinges) by Embassadors,
Harrie Præferrs his Title; and doth move
Some distant Ceremonies; not the Warres
Were sought by him; but he Demands his Right
And must expect, or force it out by fight.

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72

This Confident Dispatch, made an Amaze
In the french Court; the hott-brain'd Dolphin, takes
It, with Laughter, in his father's face;
And quick, at french returnes, in loud Scorne Speakes
His Thoughts, to vndervalue what was Sent;
Yet, ere he quitts them, gives the Complement.

73

Tell your young King, wee vnderstood how farre
His Claime extends; but 'tis enough if Hee
Manage his owne; let him not Seeke a Warre
Of disadvantage; yet that he may be
Not Idle to his Yeares, wee send him back
These Tennis-Balls, for Recreation Sake.

74

Y'are soe dismist; And soe they did returne
Vnto the King; who Shells himselfe, to See
Wthin himselfe, the Obiect of this Scorne;
Breakes Soberly resolv'd, Soe prosper mee
As I intend, to play this Sett, with Him
Who has more Skill, but not a Bolder Lymne.

75

Wee'le trye the Dextrous Mounsieur, if his Art
At Racket, be a Rampier to his Townes
And how the Hazard, (Raillerie a-part,)
Can best be forcéd; if wee venture Crownes,
Let's trye it Noblye; and to make him Sport
With Odds I'le venture it, in his owne Court.

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This said, he fitts himselfe, with Eager hast
To make his promise out; but ere he move
Provides due Strengths vnto the double wast
Threatned at home; for yet the Welch-men rove
The Marches and the Scotts were fitt to make
Their inroades; if he should but turne his Backe.

77

Secure at home Hee with a bolder foot
May tread the Face, of Sea-Devided France:
The Dolphin who had run his Errour out
In Rashnes, calmes, and with a Complaisance
Discends to his Discretion; over-hast
In Passions, See but errors, when they're past.

78

Large offers, by Ambassadours he Sends;
But Harrie's Aime was farre beyond his guift;
Strongly insisting on his first Demands,
The Realme of France in Dower; and yet that left
Vnto his Choice, as he might after Suit
Affection; not by Covenant bound vnto 't.

79

The Crowne his Right, and if vpon that Grant
Their Tender, to his Iudgment did agree,
Hee would to please Himselfe, his Title plant
In their Collaterall Blood: but as to be
Honour, conferr'd to Them; and noe Advance
Accrued from thence, vnto his Claime of France.

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80

This fixéd Temper, in a King made out
His glorious fortunes; nothing leads a Prince
To Fame Soe Soone, as his owne resolute
Determinations once layd out t'Evince
Them Noble in the Pursuite; Well Begun
Steps from an Offer, and is eas'lie done.

81

But difficult Progressions, worthie are
The Management of Kinges; Each Cōmon Head
Hammers a Noble Act; and makes it faire
What might have beene; let their Example lead
To the fit is, and shall; for noe pretence
Of Grāmar, makeing moods, confines their Tense.

82

Princes are still Secure, where they Act out
Their vndertakeings, by Resolvéd Lines;
And by Sage fore-cast, orbe themselves about
Impenetrable Spheres; in Great Designes
Irresolution, doth as Dreadfull rise
As Caput Algot, in Nativities.

83

The french Arch-Bishop, inlie vext to heare
Soe high a Constancie; Extenuates
His Master's Offer; as not done in feare
But a Religious care, to both the States;
The Cōmon Plea of Prelates; Policie
Taught Zeale, and Interest, Christian Charitie.

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84

The King, vnmov'd by Importunitie
Of their first Offers; thus incenséd more
Returnes, his Strict Intention Soberlie,
The Same at first; 'twas not a Wife, or Dower
Might tempt him from his Right, nor the high Set
Oration of a Preist, could alter it.

85

Back with this full resolve, the Archbishop goes,
The french expect the nere Invasion
Scarce confident in Numbers, to oppose
An Iland force; what mightie preparation
Spreads his Dominion! what huge Levies are
Exacted to maintaine, the Approaching Warre!

86

Thus Enimies to honour Harrie, Strive,
By an acknowledgment of Somewhat more
Then could be Seene; for Princes (where they give
The Expectation of invading power
Their Terror), muster to the Enimie
Encouragement; which leads to Victorie.

87

Let Harrie live; whose fame soe Earlie Sprung
(In narrow feilds, of a small Iland pent)
Leapt ore the Sea-wrought Channell; and by Strong
Impulsive meanes, Subdued the Continent;
For trembling France, Strucke through wth his Name
Gave him this Trivmph, ere hee Conquer'd Them.

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88

By what Strange means may wee discusse the Power
Of Fate to her Invisible Decree?
Harrie was younge; his Name had yet noe more
Glorie then Title. Some Strange Destinie
Runns through the World; & proper Passions fitts
To Presage wonder, farre beyond our Witts.

89

Harrie (whose fame, had made an open way
Ere yet his Arme appear'd;) forms his designe
Full second to their fears; lest some delay
Had lessen'd his now Springing Glories, in
Opinion. 'Tis not the least Policie
To Maintaine Terrors; let them calme, they Dye.

90

The Fresh Nobilitie, (whose blood did Claime
Iustlie their Titles) bring their willing hands,
And well-rais'd Powers; the Gentry Second them;
The well taught Cōmons voluntary Bands
Come vp t'Attend the hope of this Designe;
A Sprightlie Bodie, knit in Discipline.

91

What hinders? now the Army fitt, the wind
Sitts faire, and the calme Sea Smiles, to invite
Great Harrie, to his Purpose; fortune kind
Encourageth the well-rigg'd willing Fleet
A Prosperous Voyage: for wee boldlie Read
Good fortunes lay'd out, where 'tis writ, God Speed.

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92

What horror stops my Quill? ere yet aboard
We see the Royall Fraught, a Land-Leake Springs.
What France might but expect, by an Abhorr'd
Treason, is soe contriv'd. The Blood of Kings
Is but thin Guilt, and washt of Loyaltie,
Burnish't, a brighter Mettall fitts the Eye.

93

Let not the Sun be proud, that high-wrought drosse
Shines from his flame-irradiated Earth;
A Bodie from his Life, rais'd to his Losse;
And Pleads, its Generation less then Birth
From Father, Life, and Forme, but yet retaines
More Mother, Sucking Nature, from her veines:

94

And yet vnwillingly displaies his face,
His Father's Image, to his Father's Eye;
Darkness still loves, and doth but Change the Place
Ev'n mixed, above Ground; a bastard flye,
Corrupting where it breaths; Soe vnlike the Sun
Degenerating Putrefaction.

95

Strange power of Gold; to whom the better wrought
Solar productions, willingly resigne;
And Actuated Earth is over-bought
By a rude Clodd; Gold alone is Devine
Vnto our Natures; 'tis in Policie
A Cordiall Sure, what ere't in Phisick be.

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96

'Tis more then meere Dull Earth, remotely, which
Can worke vpon the Blood; let Such as doubt
Related Magnetismes, and yeild but Touch
Effective operation; See 't made out
By many the Examples; where this Clodd
Is Substantive, but one way vnderstood.

97

This strange Effluencie had Thrill'd the veins
Of Some whose Blood, imagin'd 'bove its power
Doth more assert its force; when by fit meanes
The Agent meets, its Subiect, 'twill doe more
Then rudely wrapt, in a Contiguous heape
Where Spirits Choake themselves, lay'd vp to Sleepe.

98

The Treasurer, (how double in his Curse?
Hee bore the Bagge betray'd him!) for a Price
Mercates his Maister, to extend his Purse;
And handy-Capps some Crownes; may the boot rise
To the boot Worthy; Councell, Blood, nor Trust
May Secure Princes; onlie Vertue must.

99

The Treasurer with Grey, a Northerne Knight
And the Earle of Cambridge, (whose relations
Were nere the King) had laid it, how they might
If not destroy the King, deferre invasions
By Tumults, rais'd at home; that France may Sitt
To See, our Warre-tost Realme, and laugh at it.

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100

Mortimer, Earle of March, in the right Line
Discendent, and to fore declaréd Heire
Must vndertake his fatall claime againe
If haply Richard liv'd not; for as 't were
The world were willingly Enchanted; 't was
Rumor'd, Hee liv'd obscure, at such a Place.

101

The fame of conceal'd Princes, when She Speaks
Their Being, gives not certaine Residence;
But with wild Lapwing Ambages, oretakes
The former Quest; still beating out, from whence
She Nests indeed; carrying vs soe farre-flowne
As farre to Seek, there is, as were there none.

102

These three had wrought at distance, (to advance
Their Drift) with Old Castle; who now in Wales
Quash't in Religion, Treason doth enhance;
And Spreads a worne-out Title, with full Sayles;
To prevent Soveraigntie; not that he reck't
Who wore it worthy, but did both neglect.

103

But faire pretence leads on; and the Dull Heard
Front-tickled, yeild themselves into his hand;
For painted Loyaltie, is a Gay word;
All Eyes may Read, what few but vnderstand;
As nothing, might the Brittish Pallat please
But Loyaltie outliv'd, and toasted Cheese.

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104

The Three were Apprehended, and Convict
Of the Great Treason, they had practizéd;
Surpriséd Guilt, has nothing to protect
Its head from Iustice; 'tis enough wee read
They Suffer'd; and this darke State-threat'ning Cloud
Dissolvéd Aire, falls in a Showre of Blood.

105

And now the King, with confident presage
Of future Glories, cutts the willing Maine;
A Navigable Campe, in Equipage;
Clasp't now an Arme-full, by the Courtlie Seine
Which huggs the English Navy, as She might
Have meant t'have wed it, & her faith soe plight.

106

Harrie, Lord in himselfe, of the whole world;
Whose Composition 'bove fraile Elements
Them Severallie Subdued, the Aire was hurl'd
A Sphere, wth in his Fame; the rude Event
Of Water Chain'd; the Earth alone was left
To trye his fire on, where it runs as Swift.

107

Thus where the Nobler Spirit is enthron'd,
Obsequious Elements, their homage bringe;
Well-temper'd Man, is more then one; all ioyn'd
Force, their Compliant Sources, in this King;
And Nature will not, (haveing forg'd him vp
To Life, and Edge) rebate him, in her Shoppe.

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108

Forcible Entrie, when the Right's a Crowne,
Stands but a Weake Plea, in law; where the Sword Cutts
An Entrance to assure Possession,
'Tis Law enough; in other Cases Doubts
May rise to the Possessor; but wee must
Grant where a King, has Power, his Title Iust.

109

Wee not discusse it here; what Harrie made
Cleare Evidence, vnto his vndertakeinge;
Indeed, the Cause were halfe-determined,
In his Demand, without a deeper rakeing
Worne Pedegrees; and Pleas reverst to make
Their Salique Lawe, a farre-deriv'd mistake.

110

But a feild-Array and a rūning Campe
Are not Enough; Harrie considers how
Hee may Emprove his March; (and make the Banke
Of Seine Safe Harbour,) bends to Harflew now;
Whose Strength Secur'd that Channell; & Stood out
To offer an Advantage of recruite.

111

Hee rounds the Towne, to force it; though to give
The french a due, 'twas not soe eas'lie tooke;
Nor the assaults were hotter, I beleive
Then Sallies, oft return'd; till the full Shocke
Of many Batteries, havockéd the Towne;
Terror farre Seene, Sure Execution.

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112

Yet firme to their resolves; till mixéd Earth
Betraies their footinge, and the Ground resignes
Its Title English; breakes her Pavements forth;
Dissmall Artillery now the Storme ioynes,
And Harflew, wrapt in ruine has not Choice
To Evade the furie falling, or to Rise.

113

Sadlie involv'd; with lamentable Shreiks
(Breath Strong enough to breake another Cloud)
The Affrighted Woemen run; the Sulphur Strikes
Them Yawninge; & the fantasies which would,
From Hecla grones, Enforce that Hell to be,
Might have resolv'd this, in Epitomie.

114

The Horrour of a Seidge! (where Spirits Spent
In Walls, & fetter'd by Relations)
Act nothing clearly; strange Astonishment
Surrounding Willing minds, in weake Passions
Tender to the Sad familie; the Walls
Are but halfe-Mann'd; the better halfe still calls.

115

If Man (at first, were both, yet soe in one
Lost to his vse) imparts his flesh, to raise
His Equall, vnto Generation;
And thence two ioynted are but All one flesh;
What shall he doe when not that part alone
Recalls him but even Blood aswell as Bone?

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116

When the weake Infant (who can nothing read
Of Danger, but Spells by his Mother's Teares;)
Hangs, on his Knees; and a long Case doth plead
In Nature; by his Blood, and by his Yeares;
Coniur'd a Coward: thus Religion mocks
Vs into Honour, with a Paradox.

117

Give mee the Sprightly Youth; at least soe farre
Devided husband, as hee shall not heare
Home-whineinges; 'tis the Glorie of a Warre
Where both Eyes tend one way; the Souldier
Fights for himselfe; for though some vrge a great
Spurre in relations, wee scarce found it yet.

118

As when a Man, (nature's best Garrison)
Min'd in his vnderstandinges, and laid ope
To the Artillirie of his Passion;
Resigns the outworkes clearly, and can hope
Scarce to maintaine the fort; assaulted still
Gives vp his Reason, Captive to his Will.

119

Soe now stood Harflew; which thus over-wrought
Argues her frailtie; Strength is not in Earth,
However temper'd; and a Cittie brought
To Exigent, Shrinks; as the single Birth
Of Terror, strikes a Worme; where it doth fall
Citties confesse their Individuall.

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120

Yet that they might enioy the glimmering
Of their low-wasted Light, they please their feares
At distance, and make offer to the King
If yet some Daies, hee'de Stay; and he forbears
To their Demand; but the Despaireing flame
Resigns its Sputtering light, ere the Time came.

121

Soe open in their Warres; Soe nobly brave
Were Princes, that they Spann'd their Actions
Meerlie to honour; not a Towne, which gave
Fame full enough; if the french keep their Pactions,
Hee'le quit the Seige; and fight in open feild
Their boasted Power; if it faile, They to yeild.

122

But none appears, they yeild; if you ha' not Seene
Sad Loyaltie, reduc't to that distresse,
You hardlie know to value it; for Men
Catch but weake hints, from what our words expresse;
But who have Actually concernéd beene
On Such occasions, this of Theirs has seene.

123

The Loyaltie is still soe genuine,
It sees itselfe, from all Eternitie;
Surrounds all Place; as distant Streames may ioyne
In the same Sea; for to Speake Soberlie,
Vertue, is but the Glasse, which gives noe face
To præiudice, or Praise, but as it was.

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124

The various face of Loyaltie may Stand
Faire, vnder any dresse; the Tiara
Of Monarchie Setts off; but everie hand
Must pin that Biggin, fitts; and hee may say
Who vindicates the State (from any Dough
A well-bak'd forme) is Loyall, that's Enough.

125

The difference of forme, makes nothing to
Release of the great Bond, was enter'd first;
Then were Rebellion a iust Plea; for who
That Scornes the Teat by which he has bin nurst
May not provide his Soldiers? Chuse his Bread,
And hang a Nose to Leekes, Quaile-Surfetted.

126

'Tis noblie wrought, when by the open Dint
Of Armes, a Towne, is forc'd: though Phillip Saw
A nearer way: Our Harry makes his Mint
Pay, to his owne; and Scornes to breake that Law
Of Honour, by Corruption; Solon's Choice
Makes Phillip glorious, but our Harry Wife.

127

For though the Macedonian Mule prevaile,
And Rampiers to his hoofes are yeilding Sand;
Gold is not ever Bayt; and the Sun Shall
See himselfe yet out-wrought, by his owne hand;
His Artifice in Man, is more Sublime
Then Gold, high-wrought; both the issue of one Slime.

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128

Man Loyall, is the Elixir from his ffire;
And 'tis but Dough-bak't Earth, Stoope to a Clod;
The vn-own'd Sun, is buried in the Mire
He burnish't out; thus, a deposéd God;
Dull Operator, Labouring to his Losse!
Selling his Light to Shame, his Heat with Drosse.

129

But Wee, who nor Adore the Sun a God,
Nor trust a Horse, for Empire, Shall Salute
Him riseing; need not feare an Asse's Load
Of Solar Earth, can force the Gates vnshutt;
Where Loyaltie vncranied, doth keepe out
The Subtle Flame, the Fæces, cannot doe 't.

130

Yet See what Man may doe; when Harflew (tric't
Inward of Loyaltie, to the french King)
Had tyred herselfe, full-proofe; and did protect
Her walls to all Assaults; assail'd within
By dire necessitie, her Gates flye Ope
And long-kept Loyaltie lies dead to Hope.

131

Thus Glory, gott vnwillingly, shall Crowne
Harflew with liveing honours, in the Change;
Nor let her blush (mistooke in faith) to owne
Harrie, her Leige; Lyllies Spin not! a strange
Doctrine Irrelative; but lately vrg'd
'Gainst Harrie's Title, was by him Absterg'd.

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132

The Glorie of the feild, (whose native weed
Beyond the Silk and Purple, Princes weare)
Quitts now her Bed of Earth, enricht to Spread
Our Harrie's Shoulders; how may hee appeare
Vnto Posteritie, when Lyllies yeild
Their Boast to thrive, transplanted in his feilds?

133

Princes may quarter Earth; the Earth laid out
Is but a Garment fitt for Kings to weare;
Only the Starrs disdaine to fill a Clout;
The Covering of Heaven fitts too neare
Layd on a Prince's Shoulders; Alas yet
For Such a Pride, grones kneeling with their weight.

134

The fatall Cloake, which once Demetrius drew
Imperfect laid: and noe Audacious Son
Durst wrappe himselfe in it; if Princes knew
The iust extent of their Dominion!
The Treasures of the varied Earth are theirs;
Hee only wears the Orbes, who treads the starres.

135

May then our Harrie, to his Spreading Rose
Ioyn Lyllies; happie in their houswifrie,
They know noe care of Things, nor feele the Throes
Of Cost for new Apparrell; Live to Dye,
And Dye againe to Live; but Harrie's Reigne
Makes a long Spring, and Blooms them ore againe.

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136

Here, to Evince the Scandall has bene throwne
Vpon a Name of Honour, (Charactred
From a wrong Person, Coward and Buffoone;)
Call in your easie faiths, from what y'ave read
To laugh at Falstaffe, as an humor fram'd
To grace the Stage, to please the Age, misnam'd.

137

But thinke, how farre vnfit? how much below
Our Harrie's Choice, had such a Person bene?
To Such a Trust? the Town's a Taverne now
And plumpe Sr Iohn, is but the Bush far-seene;
As all the Toyle of Princes had beene Spent
To force a Lattice, or Subdue a Pinte.

138

Such Stage-Mirth, have they made Him; Harry Saw
Meritt; and Scandall but pursues the Steps
Of Honour with ranke Mouth; if Truth may draw
Opinion, wee are paid; how ere the heapes
Who Crowd to See, in Expectation fall
To the Sweet Nugilogues of Iacke, and Hall.

139

Noe longer please your selves to iniure Names
Who liv'd to Honour; if (as who dare breath
A Syllable from Harrie's Choice) the fames
Conferr'd by Princes, may redeeme from Death:
Live Falstaffe then; whose Trust and Courage once
Merited the first Government in France.

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This may Suffice to right him; let the Guilt
Fall where it may; vnquestion'd, Harrie Stands
From the foure Points of vertue, equall built;
Iudgment Secur'd the Glorie of his Hands;
And from his bountie, blot out what may rise
Of Comicke Mirth, to Falstaff's præiudice.

141

Thus enter'd France, not over-run in Thought,
Hee takes this Earnest, from the Pay-Master
Of all iust Craveings, and the offer brought
Of what hee did, not his; the Roman Boaster
In Triumph Kings led Chained to his Wheeles;
And purchas't Glorie from dire Spectacles.

142

Where iniur'd Princes, vassal'd, Lackey out
The Rage of high-growne Tyrrannie; Behold
Our Harry, quitts the Glorie; drawes his Thought
To the true obiect; Strips, what Proud, or Bold
Might rise to prompt his frailtie; humbly there
Offers that Wreath, his Homage, which they weare:

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Courage Subdued; and Conquered Maiestie;
More then a Man, and Mightier then a King;
A Text of Honour, weake Hydrographie;
Victorie vanquised; noe Arme, noe Sling
Acknowledg'd to his Entrance; but the high
Conduct of Heaven Creates the Victorie.

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See here a Christian Captaine, who beyond
His force of Armes, (Victorie still made out;)
Has yet to Conquer; other Princes find
An ease, the Action ended; but his doubt-
Sprung Pietie has yet a farther Quest,
And till himselfe be Conquer'd, cannot Rest.

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The Waveing Ensignes fall, and pluméd Crests
Are laid away: the Neighing Courser fretts
Without his Load; Pure Thoughts, from purgéd Breasts
Carry Men better Mounted, and the Streets
Vnsack'd, with glad Eies See Protection:
The Church was Harrie's obiect, not the Towne.

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Coursly Attir'd, not like a Conquerour
Nor a borne Kinge, but as old Pilgrims wont
Pay their Devotion, when the long-look't Houre
Has brought them, to the Blessed Place; vpon 't
They kneele: and Cannot doubt, they may
Smart wth bare knees, whose bare feet trode the way.

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After Devotions done (for he first paies
The Tribute of Successe, then vses it)
Hee sees how faire he stood; and by what waies
Hee may arrive his End; for he had yet
But Anchor'd Seine; the Garrison op'd his owne,
Halfe-Subiect Loire; meer French the Rhine-twin'd Rhone

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The Paradice of France is watered
By these foure Rivers; may wee safely draw
The Nearest Cutt? France, laid out, Harrie's bed
Corded wth Streames; when you the Curtaines draw,
Hee Spreads it ore, well-fill'd; and would you looke
Too narrow for his Fame, his Lodgings tooke.

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If wee may credit Fame, and take on Trust,
By one Eye Seen; the broke vp Sepulchre
Of huge Anteus, then not worne to Dust,
But a firme Stature; if Hee Earth-borne were
Worthy his Measur'd Earth, more Earth then it;
Fame has noe Cubit; All the World's but fitt.

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When wee of Great Things Speake, transported in
Occasion; (haggard fancie haveing Truss't
Soe faire a Prey;) wee fly away: and Sin
Rather to Iudgment, then in being Iust;
For he who knowes his fault, and doth Reveale
Its Secret Truth, may be his owne Appeale.

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Well, let's away! the King is on his March,
Earth-rampeir'd Ears, expect the Drum to Call;
The Towne-pent Rutters, willingly enlarge
Their Quarters, and attend to Bot et Selle:
We've Slipt our Ranke, and can but trudge the while
Till wee draw vp in a dissordered File.

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Harrie had staied some daies, expecting still
The Dolphin might appeare; but Time (which guides
The Affaires of things) prompts, and provokes his will
To yeild to Iudgment; 'twas when the Sun rides
In the wrong Scale; and Virgo still too Light
Betraied the Ballance, to the Scorpion's weight.

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Thus Harry thought it Time; the Yeare grew on
And Winter Marches, and Way-lay him Sure;
Had hee noe Enimies; but ere he can
Reach Callice, he expects the Dolphin's Power;
At least, some Interruption, by the Waies
Hee thinkes to meet, besides Dirt, and Short Daies.

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And ere he March, the Dolphin (who had rais'd
A Numerous Power) had forragéd his Way;
The feilds were Swept, and Village profits Seiz'd
Make full stor'd Garrisons: that Harrie May
Have noe releife, vnless he force it out
And cannot feed his Men, but where he fought.

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Soe great a faith have Princes, when the Sword
(Their Rod of Prophecie) leads on: they cleave
Rocke-firméd Towers, which healthfull Springs afford
To their Refreshment; and if wee may give
It by Hyperbole, Commanded Stones
Convert to Bread, vnto these Mighty Ones.

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Therfore 'twas onlie to distresse his owne
To greater perill; Seeking to prevent,
Became an Enimie; were Harrie none;
Hee's forc'd to Act more then he could have meant,
For to a violent Hand, Reserv's impart;
And Treasure-Trouve's a Prize, with all my heart.

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Harrie's Intention, leads directlie in,
And now ingag'd, resolves to force his way
Thorough their Mountaine Army; 't must be done;
He cannot dwell Surrounded; neither Stay
Safelie; till their Dissolving Courage might
Offer a Passage; Hee must Sterve, or Fight.

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Soe when Rome's Terror, with a Mighty hand
Call'd down opposeing Rocks, and made a Breach
In Nature's firmest Pale; the Stone dropt Sand;
And the drill'd Alpes, became a Posterne which
From Time lockt vp, noe foot had ever trode:
For they must force new wayes, who want a Roade.

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The French in Clouds draw in as had they meant
To Swallow Harrie's Sun; whose Light once Spread
Them, runninge Meteors in the firmament
Of Honor; now, as with the yeare, hee'de Sped
Downe, to his Tropicke; They round knitt his Orbe
And would destroy the flame, which they Disturbe.

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Harrie demands his way; but the french (full
In hopes of Conquest) hem him nearer in;
As a brave Vessell, Sea-broke, lyes to Hull;
Assaulted by fresh Gallies; that the Ken
Of Safetie left, is now noe longer Land
But makes her Sea-roome, breakes her Mourage Mann'd.

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Soe Harrie (tack'd to all the Circumstance
Of true-borne Royaltie) resolves to weare
His glory, worthy of his Claime to France,
A Glorie still Attendant; for that Sphœre
Is Scaléd by Attempt; tardy Successe
Is but our Rateing, to make our Glory lesse.

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The French (ascertain'd of a Victory;)
Are but vnsatisfied; theyr Tenth man shall
Not have a Spoile; soe few the English be,
And with hard duties worne, now Ragged All;
A laughter to their Pride, a Cast at Dice
(Bate but the King) for everie Head shall rise.

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The King indeed, had a Provision made
Of greater Charge, then provéd well bestow'd;
But Quoyts, and Kettle-pins, determinéd
A Thousand at a Sett, of meaner Blood;
And some who valued it, not worth the while
Soe meane a Wager, Play 'em Crosse and Pile.

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They cannot hold; the thin-film'd Bladder breakes
Prest wth the burthen of enforceing Ayre;
Harrie must know their Iollitie; which Speaks
Insolent Pride, Compassionatelie Faire;
A Dialect, soe far sett from his Thought,
He never knew it, nor will now be Taught.

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They aske the Ransome he would give? they Saw
His Ruine; Pittie of his Youth and Blood,
Prevail'd to sett a Price, whereby the Law
(Not recking force of Armes,) He pris'ner stood;
How high a Scorne, through Harrie's veins now runs
Iudge, who can valew Princes Passions!

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Who sees not Anger breake in Harrie's Eye?
And darting round, keene Raies, vpon their Hoast,
Bespeakes on them, the next daies Victorie;
The French are wounded, though noe Blood they lost;
Augustus Sun-like Eyes, were only Cleare
In Peace, but Harrie's peircéd more in Warre.

167

France now appeares the Amphitheater
Chose from the world, where Princes enter lists;
Th' Impartiall Eye of Heaven alone, Spectator;
For who may iudge to such Antagonists
Where Princes play at Sharpe? and the Cirque All
Engag'd, with them, run in to Stand or fall?

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Though the french, to their vanities, would bring
A follie, of more Ruine; 'twas not worth
Their victorie, vnless their frantick King
Were brought to see the Scene, as 't were a mirth
Chose to divert his Maladie; Soe wont
Wood-men call Ladies, when the lodg'd Deere they Hunt.

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He, from a Hill, Some chosen Stand, a farre
May See, the glorie of his owne; in Spoile
Of his Invador; iest away the warre
In a Prospective Glasse; and frame the Toyle
Yet better lay'd; who would not stretch a Chord
Or slip a nooze, to Catch an English Lord?

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Berry (who saw when mighty Edward strucke
The Wombe of France, and peirc'd her Bowels deepe
At Poyteirs) this disswades; least the Same lucke
Attend the like Occasion; 'tis to keepe
The best Reserve in State, when Kings Secure
Their Persons, and Act onlie by their Power.

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Hee Sadly could recall, that Error in
His father; who once, with as great a Power
Became an English Pris'ner; which his Sin
Of Blood, yet blushing tells; when of the foure
Phillip the Youngest, made the Rest asham'd
To leave their Father; thence the Hardy nam'd.

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'T had beene too much, that ever from such Odds
The English had their Victories made out
With a King taken; let the ripen'd Bloods
Of their Nobilitie but stand to Show 't,
Had Charles beene there, his Grandsire had not beene
The only French King, English Pris'ner Seene.

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But let him stay at Roan, and with the Thin
Shaddowes of fancie, frame a Victorie;
Practise new Ceremonies, t'entertaine
Harrie, soe giv'n his; well let it be
His intervall; Langvisht Brains, when they frame
Credulities, onlie enioy a Calme.

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Let his enfeebled Temples, for one Night
(Full in the Hellebore of Expectation,)
Beat orderlie; and his feirce Son recite
The Morrow's Triumph, over a wrack't Nation.
Some eager Minds, See soe farre Confident
From Probabilities, they claime Event.

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The Night was now come on; the Night which went
Before the Day of Battle. Have you not
Beheld some time the Rusticke merriment
Of wakes? disperse a Countrie all throughout;
Imagine all those Bonefires, to be knitt
Within your Eye; and the French Campe was it.

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With the like iocund Noyses, whilst the Bells
From farre, harsh Pæans Send; the better clad
Pickard, in cross-stript Motley shakes his heeles,
A merry Dancer; but the Camp was mad
In everie Quarter; noise enough to Charme
The labouring Moone, or keepe old orgies warme.

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Nor did this frenzie, onlie in the meane
And vulgar Spirits reigne: Names higher Sett
In honour, are distracted; not to feigne
Wild Passions, but their owne; as they had mett
Vpon a Lotterie; and the valew knew
Of English Lives, vnto a Quart d'Escu.

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Meanwhile the English, by their fire-light, Trimme
Their Arms for next Daye's fight; and Scabbards teare
From over-rusted Blades, to furbish them
Worthy the Hatchment, they intend to weare;
'Tis but gay Riot, Armes to Hatch, and guild;
They meane to Sangvine all their Hilts i'th' feild.

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Others well-notch their Arrowes; trye their Stringes
And draw their Bowes; to see 'em beare a Pile.
Some dress their Old, and some new Armour bring,
The Gallants of their Regiments; the while
Another girds his Frock, wth a sure Thonge
And Shakes his Pike to prove it Tough and Strong.

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The well-Truss'd Bill men, busily repaire
Their broken Staves, and chuse out better Heads;
Noe idle Hand, can File or Hāmer Spare;
Growne Armorours all! for when the Instant needs
And prest occasion calls, All Iourney-men
In Fortune, Chuse their Trades, and Set vp then.

181

Harrie had gon the Round, and Saw his owne
Campe quiet to their Duties, and their Need;
And from his Trench, by many fire-lights blowne,
Might view the french, to gvesse how they were layd.
Hee past this Office; for he doth not fall
From a Good Cheife, who Acts a Corporall.

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Now hush't the English Campe; the King (retir'd
Into his Tent) informs the Attentive Lords
What he had seene; and Courage new inspir'd
To Resolution; for a Cheiftane's words
Well-order'd, musters Minds willingly, where
Before they'd feigned Furloghs, of Sloth, or Feare.

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For who can doubt? (had not the never-Spent
Spirit of Harrie's Vigour led them on;)
An Armie harrass'd; baited, as they went
By fresh Troops of an Enimie; though knowne
Nobilitie, may weare Some Thoughts of Fame,
Honour but Creeples, where noe hopes they frame.

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Who doubts but now (wrapt after all their Toyle)
To certaine Ruine, as they well might Thinke?
Weake Bodies, loose the Thoughts they had erewhile
And dread their fears; the Souldier at the Brinke
Might Seeke their Safetie; but they vnderstand
Honour & Fortune, meerlie Harrie's Hand.

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The Ragged Squad, whose Pay, ill-husbanded
Gives him nor Shooes nor Shirt, will trudge it out
And Combat all the world, if Harrie lead;
Hee has orecome the Elements, noe Thought
Hee'le be afraid of Men; who, monsters quell'd
Hunger, and Cold, and want, yet kept the Feild.

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Not one in all the Campe, would change his Place
To be secure at Callice; soe imprest
Affection, vnto their Conduct was;
Harrie, was a Securitie, confest
Soe farre, All, honour-fir'd in his Name,
They blew vp Sparkes, to warme themselves, in fame.

187

Night's gloomie wings, had raught the Antipodes
And the new-raised morne (like Eyes ill-wak't)
Blears through the Deaw faint Raies; and hardly Sees
To Chuse her golden Tire, wth Purple Streak't;
Lodg'd drunke, in Eastern Seas; as men who rise
From Last Night's Surfetts, dress themselves at twice.

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Yet now broad-wakeing, pleats her Rosie Tire:
And sleiks her Silver Brow; vnbraids her Haire
Well-comb'd, to knit it vp, a Glorious Spyre;
Fresh as herselfe, whose Breath inspires the Ayre;
And gives those flowing sweets, yet hardlie knowne
From what vast Pores, or How, or whither blowne.

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Reflected Rayes, with greater Splendor Spread.
From Golden Helmes, of the french Caval'rie;
And iocund Plumes, Lye Land-schape, to the Head
Twice powder'd; Horse-tayles, antique Braverie;
Let Greece be proud in Death, a Courtier growne,
Feathers out warre: wings to Destruction.

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As had the tardy Day-Light (longe blowne vp
With Earnest wishinges, and Impatient Rage)
Broke from themselves; a Curled Cloud, whose Top
With golden frindge, Spreads Glorie, to engage
Gray Dawninge; Light improv'd, from a Blue Coat
A Golden Cape, and Lace, the Skirts about.

191

Soe the Autumnall Gossamere, well-trimm'd
In Deaw, retaines an odde Tralucencie;
And knitts the Sun, (within his narrow film'd
Cordage) to all his wealth; the Epitomie
Of Iris, and the Same; his Rayes Embow'd
Wth in a vapor here, and there a Cloud.

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Who now had seene the French; (if soe farre backe
Imagination may not wrong their hast;)
Might well have thought their Empire did but lacke
The riseing Sun; and everie Emulous Beast
Had call'd his Horses out, with greater Speed
And the whole Teem, breath'd fire to be out neigh'd.

193

The french (whose over-hast disordered much
The ranging of their Troopes;) as had they caught
The English in a Nett, vpon them rush,
Who Should be foremost; not as they had fought
A well-fram'd Champaigne Battle; but had found
Some fort-breach or would Scale the Trenches round.

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The Ditch, wch parted Campes o'th' English Side
Thickest with Bushes, hinderd the Carrier;
Shrouding two hundred Bow-men, closely layd
Wth well arm'd Pikes; fled men, ev'n stones appeare
Fixt Combattants; as had from Dragon's Teeth
Arm'd Elbowes, manag'd Armes, ere they got feet.

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Harrie leads on; well flank't, to his Designe,
And gives the Signall; Hee, or found, or made
A way, where ere he came; the french fall in
Vpon his motion; and their wings out Spread
To hemme his Narrow force; but ere they might
Arrive their End, fresh feathers, teach new flight.

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Feathers, from English Bowes; which at their Chardge
Had made a Cloud, and rode a Terror on;
Till falling Death, the wonder breakes: the large
Quiver of Ayre, well-fill'd; Succession
Of forcéd Atomes, in a Torrent falls
On the french Helmes; but yet their Horse more galls.

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And though, the Cunning-Archer, would some time
Chuse out his marke and pick a Feather out,
Or to the Rich Scarfe direct his Ayme:
This heat admits noe choice, to all that fought;
Though everie Bow indeed, at goeing home
May weare a Scarfe, each Shaft, an Estrich Plume.

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Yet here: (and 'tis the Ironie of warre
Where Arrowes forme the Argument;) he best
Acquitts himselfe, who doth a Horse præfer
To his proud Rider; and the obiect, Beast
Transformes Philosophy but yet the Rule
Makes out, to Act, on the more Passive Soule.

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Now; whether Soules of Men and Beasts! (but that
May keep vs from our Expectation;)
Be patible Alike; let them Dilate
Who can from any Iron Edge-tools fashion;
And draw a Syth, or forge a Chitzell out
Where but a Horse-Shooe, pussles mee, to doe 't.

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The Stronger Squadron of the french fell in
Vpon the goreing stakes; low-pitch't from Sight;
And the retiring Bow-men, as 't had bin
Their feare, gave of; the french this soudaine flight
Apprehend, to their Ruine; and engage
A dismall Scæne, transported in their Rage.

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As when a Tiger, (whom lanke Ravin fires
To sett vpon the Herds, embattailed
To their Securitie, with mightie Wires
And brazen Hookes, wth grasse low-covered;)
Runs with an Eager Eye; till over Speed
Retards his hast, and taught Cords, rend him Dead.

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Soe fall the french; 'mongst these officious prongs
Surpriz'd; their horse entangled, plunge their way
Through many wounds, to Death, & breath their Lungs,
Their Riders fate; who mangled with them, lay
One heap of Horrour; Quaintlie varied
Destruction! to the Life, in being Dead.

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Here strucke into the Breast, a Horse falls downe,
And Pins his Rider to him, with the Stake:
Another caught behind pinches his Crowne,
Three stories of; and breakes his Master's backe,
Ill Seated to his Ease, and fenceing out
His fate; hangs Cob-web-man, by th' hand and feet.

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Another with more hast, but the same Speed
Cutts ope his Bellie, and soe quitts his Load;
Vpon the next Stake, falling on his head
Is rooted Man! branch't Armes, and Legs, out-stood
A Tree; soe Man inverted; this Earth proud,
Might well bring Flesh-Trees, when its Deaw fell Blood.

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One, ganch't i'th' flanke, breakes with a Restive Scorne;
And claps his Crest through, as he would have flung
His Rider, fastens both; another borne
On with the Preass, stops Suddainly; is hung
Vp by the Crouper; would you paint him out
A Champion, Geiant, neither Horse, nor Foote.

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There lyes a Man peirc't through, and over-prest,
His horse vpon him; here another's tooke
His Standard fathome; and his galléd Beast
Fretts for his Ease; till now the Chaine was broke
By one, who wheeling, from seene perill Starts
Vpon the Wretch, and tears him into Parts.

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Yet Civill in the Iniurie will Share
And fortune, makes it soe much from Affront;
The Gallant, who broke him vp, caught vnaware
By the Chin, seem's as though that hand had don 't;
A Glorious Trophie! when the Arme now Dead
Boasts Victorie, and brings away the Head.

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In this confused Rout, where but a few
Escape by flight, the English Bowes poure on
Their Arrowes; and the Craulers, who had now
Reliev'd their Limbes, from neare Destruction,
And well had thought, to Steale away from Death,
Are here tooke Tardy, and full met, ith Teeth.

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Death, (whose short Commons, in a Single Meale
Speakes, a wild Stomach, but noe Luxurie;)
Gorgéd in Blood; carv'd men displaies, to tell
The Cunning of his Hand; how glutted, Hee
Can part with Armes, and Legges; raw Syppets, sett
About his Voyder, over charg'd with meat.

210

Hee Witty Tirant overacts the Thought
Of Iealous Power, or rageing Insolence;
Quaint fancy, Shaddowes but what hee has wrought
A hundred wayes, beyond Experience;
Of humane Riot; Chance (who doth prepare
Him Pageantrie) out-witts, and outworkes Care.

211

The Storme was heavie here; and many fled
The Terror of the Still-encreaseing Shower;
Where Brabant's Duke, (who formerly had led
And Rallies now) falls close, with a small power
Vnto the English Battle; where he gave
His Life the Sacrifice, his fame to Save.

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But these were calmes; and what the inanimate
Stakes, or halfe-Souled Arrowes might impart;
Wanted that vigour, that proportion'd heat
To merit Glorie; Stratagems invert
Their End to Question 't; and the face of Warre
Can best be taken, when wee see it Bare.

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Loe where in thronge of Arméd hands, the King
Cutts on his way; and at the Lane's End, found
Brave Alanzon, with Gloster Combatting,
Gloster ore throwne; he strides him on the Ground
With Care, and Valour, to repreive some Time
That Blood, to greater Gvilt; a Civill Crime.

214

Soe when the Theban Captaine, had Espied
His freind opprest, he stands his Champion;
And gvards a Life; Soe Saved, both soe Dyed;
And Armes, which made their owne, as had they done
Affront to Destinies, thus Quittance have;
Both baselie fell, whom they did bravelie Save.

215

Thus Royall Bounties, by Malignitie
Of fate, and Rage of Time, ill omens sitt
Or'e haples heads; firme-written destinie
Reverts, the Breath of Kings; and playes wth it
To an advantage; when the Periods breake
Forgott in Fame, they fall, to hands more weake.

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The well-Arm'd King ioyns close; Alanzon hott
Doubles his Spirit, Worthy of this fight
For 't was (hee knew) the King, with whom he fought;
Knowne by his Crowne, he wore that Day in Sight;
As not afraid, to wear that Royaltie
Hee liv'd with, Emulated more to Dye.

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May we Speake Prodigies, to enforce Men
Beyond all humane Strength? or Soberlie
Deliver Modest Truth? and keep a Pen
Iust to the Storie? though our Poesie
Might pull vp Rocks, and weild growne Trees, as high
As Turnus, when he fought Transplanted Troy.

218

Alanzon breakes the Blow, wch the King first
Made, with a Willing Arme; and locks his Hilt
In Harrie's Vanbrace; now a nearer Thirst
Rages, and Short-arm'd Struggles makes 'em feel 't
How they out-wrought Themselves; and yet vndone
The worke remain'd, which they first enter'd on.

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The Bloodie worke, which noe Decision tryes
But a free Arme; the King, to vse his owne
Enlarges the Duke's Sword; from Eythers Eyes
(To gvild each others Helme;) new Courage Shone,
As had they fought inspir'd; and either tooke
Reflected Spirit, from the other's looke.

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At length Alanzon, with a mighty Arme,
(Full on the Helme, and parting halfe the Crowne)
Gives Harrie a Sure Earnest; though the harme
Was onlie Iron broke, and Gold cutt downe;
Lopt Royaltie, is ever to the Bold
Attemptor, worth his pains; the Brush-wood's gold.

221

Harrie, (whom Nature stor'd the Treasurie
Of Courage) cannot live in Debt, wherfore
Is able to defray: enrag'd doth flye
And with Repeated Blowes doth knock of Scores;
Greiv'd, that the Tallies of his Fame was Seene
Notch't, with a Debt, when he could pay it in.

222

Hee beats him from his Horse; and haveing graspt
His Helme, to teare a nearer way to Death,
With Erect Arme, readie to give his last
Dischardge; Alanzon tryes his Stocke of Breath
When Armes had fayl'd; soe Life concern'd men Dead,
The honour which they but endeavoured.

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And yet ere Harrie struck, (to Spin his Fate
To an ignobler End, then one soe Bold
Had merited) he cryes (for Harrie, yet
Knew not his Foe;) I am Alanzon; Hold;
For Something Still Sprung from Necessitie
To vrge a Reason why wee should not Dye.

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But ere the King could Shew his Clemencye
A ruder force breakes in; and (deafe to all
Cōmand) express what barbarous Crueltie
Low-Seated minds, are proud in; thus did fall
The brave Alanzon (worthy to engage
A Royall Mercie) by a Vulgar Rage.

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The King, who blames their over-cruell zeale,
Could not reprove their Act in the mistake,
But turnes away, and with new furie, fell
Into the thickest Troopes; soe borne, to make
An Expiation to Alanzon's Ghost,
And cuts a Thousand Lives, for his one Lost.

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As had in heat of Rage, some Heathen Rite
Possest the King; and brave Alanzon went
Too Naked, while an Arme was left to fight
Of all their Host; a fame soe Eminent
Might Sneake, in the next World, and want his wreath
If not as liveing, waited on in Death.

227

The King prest deepe into their Troops, engag'd
By many hands; and yet made out his way,
Trampling the Mud of mixéd Brains discag'd
From double fence; Shores to the bloodie Sea;
Harrie, well-rigg'd, lanches into the Maine
And cutts downe Rocks—men Arm'd—to make it plaine.

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Drawne round by many, to repell their force
His owne he knitts, and overbid them All;
Yet Crouded Strength, stifles the fluent Course,
Of many Glories; Harrie's must not fall
Vnto this furie; though he fought it neare
And more then Honour did concerne him here.

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As when the Glorious Cæsar (who confest
Nothing of Disadvantage) tells you where
He fought for Honour; but at Munda, prest
By many hands, in the Declininge Warre;
Manag'd, by Pompeye's Sons; Necessitie
To secure Life, gott him the Victorie.

230

So Harrie plung'd in the disordered Presse
Of many Enimies; the fate of all
That Day hung on his prime; his Sole release
His Armie's freedome; and not Cæsar shall
Outstrippe him here; for though he made noe noise
Hee fought as hard, and for as great a Prize.

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Hee peirceth through, with a devouring Edge;
And to enlarge his Earth, ore-crouds the Ayre
With Soules enfranchis'd, from the torne-vp Cage
Of flesh, to fill new orbes, another where;
And ore their Mountaine Carcasses, doth yet
Trot Victorie, Anneal'd, in Blood & Sweat.

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Rapte with the like force, as had Iove's treble flame
Strucke through the french, the English Squadrons flye,
And breake downe Arméd Rankes, where ere they came
Strange Terror fills the french; as (if it may lye
In Paralel) singlie Slipt Greyhounds Chase
Whole-Burnish't Herds, who never turne a face.

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The Rout is Spred, the light-Arm'd English now
Noe longer fight, but kill; the french perplext,
With weight of Armes, are but halfe-Armed, tho'
For Rampier'd feare, is but an Emmot's Nest;
And though their Iron Shells, may fence a head,
The Life lyes Backward; prick 'em, and thei're dead.

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As Terror most who fled, the Standing few,
(And properlie soe call'd) Stupor involves;
Not liveing Men, but as fixt Statues grew;
Polisht by English Swords; cut into halfes
And parcell'd faces; as the hand but hitts
To hew it out; and the dull Stone Submitts.

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The Pride and Youth of France; (France which may Cope
In Spirits noblie fir'd to all the World)
Tooke Soudainly, amaz'd, let fall the hope
Of any future Day; but wildly whirl'd
From Wrath to Shame; deepe Surfeited in feare
Sitt dropping to that hand, brings Death vn'ware.

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As had they beene beyond the Thought of Death,
Or rather Dead before, their Deaths they meet,
Like Winter-Swallowes; Struck along, when heat
Has left their Eyes and cold runs through their feet;
Drop downe in fyles: Soe farre to Man forgot
They had lost Selfe, they Dyed, and knew it not.

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Stung with the Aspicke of invadeing feare,
Or Spirit-froze, bound vp in bloodlesse veines;
Like the late Navigators, who too neare
The Pole, Chill'd Marrow, corded Ice remaines;
Stand soe vnmov'd, till the returning Sun
Bring on a Thaw; They, till warme Swords come on.

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The English Sword had reach't the Tropicke now
Of Victorie; and congeal'd Nature breakes
A bloodie Streame, which ore the feild doth flow;
The floating Bodies, promontoried, Reaks
An Exhalation; when the Swords the fire
Man, the Earth peirc't, Such Vapors Still aspire.

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Wearie with many Slain, and manie fitt
To meet the greedie Edge; the King, was Strucke
Passionate in their fate; and ponders it,
Something beyond their valour, or their lucke;
Something beyond humanitie to prove
Power fall'n soe vseless, weaknes made to move.

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And while he calls the wide-Spred Squadrons in
(Who each, besides the many deaths they gave
Came treeblie Charg'd; as though their Troops had bin
Bred from their Fame, to propagate) Some wave
Over the Hilles a farre, to Harrie's Eye
A Bodie knowne, of a fresh Enimie.

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These when he saw, Hee gives a strict Cōmand
The Armie through; that All French Prisoners
Whose honour was not binding, to the hand
Of Instant Death must fall; Soe Tyrant Warres
Insults, to enforce Clemencie a Crime;
And for this Blood, some Cruel censure him.

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Hee sends vnto the Troopes, to come and fight,
Or quit the feild; Harrie's Meridian Sun
Brookes not that Cloud of Warre to Dimme his Light;
They Scatter of, and Harrie treads his owne
Conquest Vninterrupted, as the Cleare
Obiect of Light, adornes the Hemispheare.

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The Sun (who quafft French blood, to Harrie's health
And from his Bountie Surfeited,) knock's of
And can noe more, but by a drunken stealth
Slips to his Couch; plainly discovered, tho'
A riotous Gvilt, and over-full, betrayes,
Cups indegested; Flushing in his Face.

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Asham'd to stagger 'long, ere Tethys yet
Had laid her well-wrought Pillowes, for his Ease;
Hee breakes the Portall, wth vnsteddie feet,
And Lolls to his owne Lamp-light in coole Seas;
A Welcome Iulip, to dispell the Late
Fumes of Distemper, and new Thirsts Create.

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The French were fled, with Day, but such as fell
To longer Night, who wait another Sun;
Eyes lost to Earth, till the great Light reveale
(T'enrich their Opticks) the cleare Vision
Of Glorie; and from Atomes over-blowne
Solder the Individuall, all its owne.

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Victorie, now full Spred, flyes o're the feild
Affronted, by noe face; the glorious King
Drawes vp his force (her feathers;) over-toyl'd
Yet full to all the Honour of her wing;
Well-prun'd, to all her Pride; had she not lost
Two Principalls in Blood, the full-Sūm'd Host.

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The Duke of Yorke, and valiant Suffolke, fell
This Day; t'abate the ioy of Victorie;
Some Slaine, of lower Name; but should wee tell
The Number 't might appeare a Prodigie;
And fate by Miracle, this Feild had given,
Strucke, not by the Arme of Flesh, but hand of Heaven.

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Let not the faméd Day at Marathon
Where to Darius Power, Miltiades
Drew the Athenians forth; and twelve to one
Spred the feild ore with Soft-Spun Carcasses;
Let not that Day, fame-Sung, fill vp the mouth
Of Honour, Large enough, to Sound 'em both.

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But when wee read that wonder, and have trac'd
Historie, dry-foot; lodg'd stolne Honour, in
A fortress lock't and barr'd, by the well-plac'd
Authoritie of Time, in Words; noe Sinne,
If our Endeavours, Scale the Charméd fort.
And ring her out, full-Sack't in AginCourt.

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Where Harrie, weake in Numbers, weake in force
Lost in Supplies, but as he fought his wants;
Wounded with famine through; or (what is worse
Prest by the never-ceasing Combattants,
Of Cold and Sicknes,) breakes the Gvives of fate
And knitts her Cords, his Carkanet of State.

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To all the Prowess of fresh Braverie
Of France (the Lylly o'th' European feilds)
Well-Arméd and at home; a Iollitie
Sprung from vntoyléd Limbes; wch over builds
The Street of fortune, and at treble Rent
Keeps a Balconie, in its Tenement.

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As when an Age before Black Edward's hand
Wav'd Victorie, in Poictiers Bloodie feild;
And trod the french Plumes Dust; their Iron Sand
And bloodless Carcasses, lay Mountains Pil'd;
To the Same Odds, by the same Arme they fell
And find the Climate by the Parallell.

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The heat of this great Day, allay'd in Deaw's
Of Victorie; the vnnumberd English Toyles
Find Rest, in a full harvest; whilst the newes
Of horrid Slaughters, on the french recoyles
As their fled Troops, met whissing in the Bound,
Gave their owne Terror, in a Treble Sound.

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'Tis then too great, and farre beyond our Skill
To measure out by Digits, Harrie's fame;
When Glorie, falls to Audit, Wee sitt Still,
And loose the Tryvmph, tooke vp in the Name;
Skyrmishing Parties, to a Buffe-Coat, Sells
Fame better Cheape; and from the few Slaine Tells.

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But Noble Actions, where the Conquest Sitts
Worthy a King, to owne, (whose vnsūm'd worth
Makes out his Crowne;) the Triviall obiect Slights
Of Numbers Slaine; Big Glorie, brings not forth,
Like Ratts, her many Long-Tayls; Numbers carrie
Their Preiudice, but Monads never varie.

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Let flagging Prose, over-wrought in the flight
Take vp her Stand, and Nodde at riseing Game;
Reckon how many Thousands fell in Fight,
And vrge vncertainties; enough if fame
(Flowne higher) Scorne to Stoope, in well-wing'd Verse,
To Single Names, in fainting Canciliers.

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But nobly cover with a Wing wide Spread;
Feathers above 'em to Surround them All,
Amated peepers; 'tis but over read,
And makes report (fame's ill-got Issue) fall
To Strife, when Number'd Names flock from the Quest
And break the Covie, was moe then wee Gvest.

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Had this Daies furie (though it were well fought
By everie Noble hand) repriev'd but two,
Harrie had made his Conquest more, and gott
His Wishes in his Trivmph; Equall'd Soe
His owne losse; for he lost Two, and the whole
French Army, had but these to quit the Pole.

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Brabant and brave Alanzon, form'd for more
Of Life, in honour, then this Day could Spare;
Let Yorke and Suffolke, hand these Heroes o're
The Passage to new Life; Companions there
Who here Devided fell; when the Smart's ore-
Enlarg'd, Forgetfullnes doth Peace restore.

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Let the full Victorie in mixéd Seas
Of Blood flow in; and petty Champions Spring
Like hopes, from like improbabilities,
Till their taught Error, make them know this King;
And then ascribe it only in his Fate,
To Act those things for Men to wonder at.

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His single Honour needs noe Fret of Names
Worne as a Border, or Compartiment,
To glīmer ore the Tablet; narrower Fames
In a pinch't Canvace, have a full Extent
And sitt with Elbow-roome: th' wing of a Gnatt,
Or'e-Spreads 'em All; Horse, Man, and Chariot.

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Yet Harrie (noe ill husband of his owne)
Sūms vp his men, to know at what expence
Hee purchast Fame; cast vp the Totall knowne,
Scarce from a Thousand, one; the blushing French
(Who reckon it perhaps without their Host)
Say but Three thousand English fell at most.

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See now by Twilight, (when the Calme assur'd
The feild their owne) how in the Search of Spoile
The English are growne curious; gallant-Spurr'd,
Hunt Rings and Iewells; and this Second Toyle
Was the sweet Harvest; what before they had Mowen
A feild, by Sheaves, they Thrash out now their owne.

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Hee whose halfe-naked Armes would have beene glad
From dung-hill Raggs, to make his Iacket out,
Cannot be warme vnless he Bracelets had
To trīm his rugged wrest; now everie foot
Leaps into better Leather, then was meant
For Such a March; Brusht Gallants now they went.

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Clad with the Spoiles; 'mongst the dead Carcasses
They riot now; and hardlie Stoop t'vnrip
A Doublet, or a Cassock to vnlace;
The Cumber of two Suits where they may Sweepe
Ten, with less trouble! Luck and All to Boot,
They boast their Crownes, who lately begg'd a Groat.

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Soe ore the feild full-sett, in wealthy flowers,
Forraging Bees, extract their Golden Store;
And Wanton with a warme Day; (pretty force)
Nippe everie Bud, and whirle about for more;
Not recking course-spun Thistles, wch may give
Warme Seats, but draw fine Deawes, to fill the Hive.

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The Luckie Day, made it a merrie Night,
Within the English Camp; all-open Eied,
Clear'd with new obiects, Starrs dropt in their Sight;
Let them believe it, who have never tryed,
A certaine Truth, from what they have been told;
It clears the Eyes, to be oft-rub'd with Gold.

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And now they frolicke; Hee who laid in Pawne
His Shirt, for halfe three farthings, cutt in Cheese;
Knocks off the Subtler's tally with a Crowne,
And Gage, to Boot, wash't for the Laundres's fees,
The Hood he wore last Day (thick set with Clouts,
To keep his head warme) 's cast to wipe his Boots.

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And now the Imprison'd French, see to their cost
Their last night's Scœne, by English Revellers
Brought in a Second part; for 't wer almost
Pitty, They'de lost the Act, which was soe theirs;
Yet wee must doe 'em right; if the Action gott
Applause, 't was English, but they gave the Plott.

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Onlie the King (whose care was Courtisie)
Inspiring better breath to Nobler Minds;
Keeps a Calme Ioy, and by Civilitie
Re Captivates Humanitie; more binds
Then fetters Porus; bravely ask't a due
In Warre, wch doubly paid obleig'd him too.

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Brave Orleans and Burbon, with the Rest,
Lost to their freinds, themselves here found againe;
To their Esteeme of Blood, and what had best
Sett of titles, Courage; 't wer in vaine
To frame Carresses of Discourse, and make
The Royall Largess losse, by what wee Speake.

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Day in the East far seene, well filletted
With Azure, binds her golden Tresses in;
And with blith Blushings, calls the Larke from Bed
Who to the Camp, bon iour, bon iour, doth Sing;
They take the Auspiere, and read some fate
Of Good Speed, from the Little Advocate.

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Now Callice opes her Gates, wth a Strange Ioy,
To receive Harrie, Victor; whom She mourn'd
As Lost to Ruine. Soe the Pole (well nigh
Buried in Night) Yawnes when the Sun's return'd
And huggs him double, in a full Surprize
Of Ioy, poures out her Rocks, as Men their Eyes.

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This vnlook't for Thaw, (amaz'd in Passion)
Had strucke the Towne; and from an īmence Source
Broke Suddenlie, makes varied Expression;
Ev'n Teares, for Ioy; let Laughter the Course
And Cōmon Gratulation for dull Hinds
Who know their Eyes desire but not their Minds.

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Rigg'd faire from Callice, the vnruly Wind
Curls the greene Waves, to mount the well-clad Pine.
Fraile Stock of Honour! and the world may find
Ev'n Glory, at a Leake; the invading Brine
Prolls everie Seame; Death, but an Inch from fame
Sitts. Ah! what Brazen Heart first Ships did frame?

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Wrought (by impetuous Surges) into Clouds
The fainting Billow Shrinks; a soon-trode Step!
Threshold of Death! Doore to the darke Aboades!
The Fleet now wrapt in waves, againe doth leape
T'enforce her Zenith, Ayre; and strangely glides
Through the vast Armes of those devouring Tides.

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As when the Tyrant Goshauke (pleasure farre
Beyond an Equall Flight) with Eager wing
And Tallons Large, to Trusse a Wren, will stare
With panting Furie; when the Little Thing
Slipt from her wide Claspe, Cherrups once more free
And breathles, leaves her Giant Enimie.

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Soe lay the Fleet now Safe; pursuing waves
(Long over-toyl'd) fall short and foame their Rage;
Like Churlish Bulls, embost; whose Deaw-lap waves
In Blood and Sweat, mixt Terror; and would wage
A full Revenge, but many Cords restraine
His Furie; Soe the Sea combatts its Chaine.

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Thus Safe, pleas'd Soules, can sitt vpon the Shore;
And from nere perill of a Storme-Toss't Barke
Spring Ioyes, & fancie out a pleasure more;
Exalted Sence, even dulled by the Darke
Lanthorne of fleet Imagination; which
(Lost Forme and matter) 's in Privation rich.

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And now the Trivmph treads our English ground;
Feilds 'bove their Season proud! the cold-drench't Soyle
Verdant with Glorie; let November Drowne
Raw Seeds, expecting Life, from After-Toyle;
Honour's a fruit, ripens in its owne Shine
And the Sun meets 'em in a proper Signe.

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The Sun (t'applaud Great Harrie in his Fame,
And gratulate his Safe-returneing Bowes;)
Had left Gay Mansions, and his March doth frame,
T'attend the Shooter; be it prosperous
T'affront drye Wizards; who impose yet, Boy
Vpon the Bare-face, thus Arm'd to destroy.

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Let the Chaldean (whose great Subtletie
Vnravells all the Orbs, to Spin his owne
Course Thred;) be wise reputed easilie;
And Destinie, Crouch Suppliant, to his frowne;
If Harrie's Bow (now Slack't) claime not event
Of greater Things, to meet this Archer, bent.

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The face of Heaven, whose well-drawne Alphabet
He onlie may decipher, whose first hand
Rais'd Characters Significant and fitt
To all events, let not man vnderstand
Or force the Secret, to involve the Stade
Within his Sphære; a Structure Ptolomaid.

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Dreame wee noe longer then; Let Harrie's Fate
(Notch'd sure with Time) Spin to a Softer Bed;
When Glories ripen him vnto the height
Man may Arrive; when thrice three Sūmers fled
The Sun fit to receive him, from the Hand
(As Pledge) of Virgo: his Cheif-Mourner Stand.

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But my fleet Verse, (growne too Audacious)
Has layd out Quarters, for an After-March;
Soft Paces harbinger the Glorious
Progresse of his full Raigne; the well-rais'd Arch
Of Honour! where noe Act of Fame misplac't,
Firms him, well-coupled, from the sure-lay'd Base.

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Till through declivitie of Time, Truth fall
From Fame; and (wadeing through Oblivion)
Erect her vnsupplanted Arsenall;
Pillars, where better Verse is All but One
Iust harmonie, in Vertue; to noe Storme
Liable; and writ Leav's can doubt noe worme.

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Stand Harrie, meanly pourtraied, by our Zeale;
Whose tumbled Character, tooke from the Life
Has but resemblance; and the Ayre which fell
To everie Line, by distant perspective
Wee draw; that Glorie may have Lineaments
Worthy her forme, and Truth her Ornaments.

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The King (whose liveing Glories, only might
Advance the Dead, and soe improve his owne)
Lodges, brave Yorke, in the trivmphant Sheet
Of Buriall; though Slaine not overcome;
And rests his Ashes with full Obsequies
In peacefull Vrne, warr-freed Securities.

289

Quiet, whose warfare ended, goes to Kisse
Eternall Peace; and Ioy, in holy Shades;
Consūmated in Glorie, rapt in Blisse;
Where force assailes not, nor where Time invades;
Where still live Olives mixt wth holy Bayes
Fall to the Conquerour, to Crowne his Peace.

290

Like Rites perform'd to (him who like him fell)
Suffolke; old Chaucer's late inheritance
Proud to entombe him; as the first-Sūm'd Quill
Of England, not enough were to advance
Eweline; an Athens, if his Pen that Fame
May merit; Sure this Sword, asserts that Claime.

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Now sett a while in Rest; (to the Pursuit
Of further Claime;) he fitts himselfe at home;
The willing English, ioyntly Contribute
T'advance Supplies; each pleas'd to heare it, from
His Neighbour, how the feild at Agincourt
Had rais'd the frame, which they might well Support.

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For Glorie pricks, the retchles Soule, who Spins
His Ease, in fatt Securitie; the Bloat
Face of Rusticitie, Smuggs, looking in
A Mirrour; Something hidden lifts the Thought
To Noble Actions, when they heare 'em told,
And Hee who Sneaks his part, will praise 'em bold.

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Now (when the Campe disperst in Cottages)
Briske, Single Leaders, (Holiday discourse)
Enflame home-sitters by long Pedigrees
Of their Atcheivments, 't may be thought of force
T' invite, whom Feathers tickle; or betwixt
Their fears and fancies hang, to goe the next.

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Their Sports, have Glorie; when the Parish throng
To see their Active Youth, their Arrowes draw;
And Shout, the firmer Pyle; They laid along
Cōment their owne; 't wer brave, (as when wee saw
The Day at Agincourt) t' have had your Shouts
When the French Army hēm'd vs, moveing Butts.

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Where not a Silver Iyng, or Pigeon, fell
To Pay the Markman; with his hire made out
In Kisses, from his Lasse, hee'd done soe well;
These are faint Victories; to kill a Clout;
Alas! you pore; and as the Marke you Ayme
Worthily near the Prize; and may the Name.

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By this same Bow (sayes one) this fellow Shaft
The Duke of Brabant fell; my right man
(As tough a Lad as Drawes) the Helmet Cleft
Of Bouciqualt, and his fine Tipstaves wan;
Another, that I knew (perhaps hee's knowne
Vnto you all) kill'd great Chattillion.

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And thus wth mighty Names familiar growne
Coustome brings an acquaintance to their thought
Of Something to be said, could not be knowne;
And not a Brave man fell but he was faught
By some knowne Comrade; and God bless his Grace
The King was made Eye-witnes how all was.

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This puts an edge vpon the Eager Youth
For better Clothes and Coyne; for yet some Crownes
Were to be seen, might make their Tales, seeme Truth;
Cash-catchers is a Trade to ravish Clownes,
And Barmye Brains huffs vp the rotten Paist
Made apt to mould, take hot Brains in their hast.

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These (though our Sport in Numbers, and perhaps
Your laughter at our wast of Time) wrought more
With village-haunters, then the Subtle traps
Of Pay, or Press-money; they dance and rore
The expectation of a Muster; where
They 'nroule themselves, Gentlemen volunteire.

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But while these low and higher proiects drive
On the designe, Victorie now at mint
Wants Currencie, and many hands must give
Stamp ere it passe, and yet noe Treason in 't;
Nay soe can Princes vse their Royaltie
What was to give, is Treason to Denye.

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But Harrie doubts noe Traitor, to his will;
Soe much a Monarch overminds what they
By Loans and Subsidies bring in, to fill
His Coffers, kept their owne t' another Day,
Or layd out Purchase, for Inheritance;
Here a Denier, buyes a towne in France.

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Hell-bred Division, left Cimerian Caves,
And long had trivmpht, in Europea Ayre,
From Bosphor Straits, to the wide Sea, wch Laves
High Calpè westward; from the Head which farre
Gave Light in Southerne Towers, to vtmost Thule;
The Vassail'd Earth was rent, vnder his Rule.

303

Worthy the Care of Sigismund; who (least
This Batt should Roust, where once his Eagle prun'd,)
Timely endeavors Peace; the Church was prest,
And treble-Headed now, for treble-Crown'd
Appear'd a Monster; Schisme's a newer name
Then Lay-division, but in Truth's the Same.

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The Emperour labours vniversall Peace,
And rear's Religion fainting in her wounds;
How glorious may he stand! who can expresse
His Faith, well-acted? 'Tis but as it Sounds;
What Church may be; Hee Sinns not to his Creed,
Who that whole Article doth vnion read.

305

After Sollicitations; (as the maine
Ioynt in the frame of Europe, now misplac't)
Hee puts a nearer Hand to Sett againe
England and France; England, (who late had prest
France wth a Heavy hand,) as now growne high
Hee personally invites, to vnitie.

306

With pressing reasons, pious Cautions,
Hee vrges Peace; he breakes vp the Affaire
Of Christendome: how their Contending Crown's
Made way to the Invador; and the Warre
Prompted the Leering Turke, their Rage to waite
His Conquest: Christian Swords fight Mahomet.

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And had not France, (while yet the Anvile beat
To forge a glorious Peace) new Billowes rais'd
For other Irons; and the old fires heat
Provok't againe, Harrie, (ne're to be prais'd
Beyond his Merit) had like Glorie won,
For making Peace, as Hee for Warre had done.

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But Great ones, (where concern'd Prærogative
Whett's Passion) vse the Edge of Violence;
Blunt Reason, as an vseless Toole they give;
Old Shopkeeper, with rusted Conscience!
Pietie laid to Sleep; or might they Catch
Ev'n Innocence, they'd put him in the Cratch.

309

Thus vniversall Rage, has Spread the Earth;
And Kings but Labour to Supplant themselves;
An Embrion Fort, assail'd, drawes on a Birth
Of Province Enmitie; each Nation Delves
Her owne Destruction; as the Globe were Sett
Great Rattle vnto Kings, to play with it.

310

Whilst (as I said) the Imperiall Influence
Ravish't great Harrie's Soule with peacefull Deawes;
And wrought dispatches, by Ambassage hence,
To knit, with France; France vnderhand pursues
The Advantage of the Warre to nicke him out
Ere he could prize his Chance; False Dice may doo't.

311

The Maine was Harflew; and a cunning hand
Now threw att All; their quick-silver was dampt,
By a fresh Bale cast in; the Gamesters Stand
Then to another Chance; and what they can't
Get by Surprize discover'd, they sitt downe
Gamsters resolv'd; and thinke to take the Towne.

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Sigismund now, (who had beene Arbiter
And thought to part 'em, at an Equall Stake)
Blushes, to find the Cheat; and doth referre
The rest to fortune; yet that he may make
Himselfe a Saver, one way (at least Safe
In a faire Gamester) hee goes Harrie's halfe.

313

Harrie puts out a Navie, to the French-
Ioyn'd Genoese; and after some dispute
Bores their Fleet through, and many a vessell sinks
Rode Gallant, but ere while; and run it out
To releive Harflew straitned; but ere they
Put into Harbour, the Seige drew away.

314

Whilst these Things thus, the craftie Burgundie
Slips to Advantage everie severall way;
Comes in, to Harrie ioyns, then doubtfullie
Hangs in a Truce; that it were hard to Say
Were this King's-Fisher hung vp by the Bill
But he as the Wind Chang'd, would find it Still.

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Harrie pursues his Claime, and from the Base
Himselfe had layd in France, erects his Pile;
And Scorn's the Slipperie Loam, was apt to wash,
Nor frost-proofe; only Glost his worke the while;
Burgundies Varnish, was a Pott sett by;
With his owne Colour, Harrie, workes as high.

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And from the Threshold, which himselfe had laid,
Hee leaps into the inner-Roomes, of France;
The greatest Fort of Strength, wch Neustria had,
Submitts its Name to His; Aumebelliers thence,
He easilie getts; These, wth their fees, in France
Were the first-made English Inheritance.

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From hence to Caen, well fitted for a Seige;
And firme to the French Crowne or obstinate
To Harrie's offers; till the fatall Edge
Of Ruine, fill'd their streets; as had the fate
Of Harrie made them stubborne; that he might
For a more mercie, have an obiect fitt.

318

When Rage, the Streets (warre's hasty huswifry)
Was Sweeping vp; and everie Souldier made
Sword-Problemes, inhumanitie; as why
Should Man, Man, and Dirt, Dirt before them layd
Cumber the streets, Ash-heapes, and fill the Towne:
Thus ridd away their Mucke, and reare their owne.

319

But Harrie ere they more proceed, begins
A Better Lecture; Soe heard in his Schoole
Of Warre and Obey'd with a Reverence
To everie Article; as to a Rule
Some Antique Sect of Sages had it writ;
Firme Ipse Dixit they assevere it.

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Slaughter was exact, and barbarous Insolence
Curb'd by the Royall Mandate; he whoe well
Had thought a street his part, a little Since
Sitts idle on a Shop-board, not to Sell,
But gvard the Warehouse to the owner's vse;
Or ye Kings pleasure, for ye King might chuse.

321

While Harrie thus abroad, the Scotts at Home
Were busie Neighbours; and with a great Power
Make a full inroad; and that they might come
To rellish Discontents from the rude Ore
Of fallacy, (wch brooks noe Crusible,
To heat it vp;) boast Mettall, set of well.

322

Poor Richard, (yet againe, twice buried
Must set of Discontents; the Scotts, must bring
Our Enimie) our Peace; ne'r may 't be said
But from a better Hand, we got our King
Almost to Treason! better Rebell be
Against them, then by them taught Loyaltie.

323

Oldcastle watcht the Hower, and to their Pulse
Beats regular; for thus by Magnetisme
Bodies may worke, where the same Load-stone Rules
Conferring Needles; be 't the Aphorisme
Of whom you will, to contradict the Gloss,
The Text is true, and wee have found 't with Losse.

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324

But OldCastle is tooke; the Scotts afraid
Rather then forc'd, dispers'd; & happie Man
Wanted his Armes, might in some lighter Plad
'T Escape the English Sword; for there was than
A Bridge at Sterling; and 'twas still the fruite
Of a Scottch Conquest never worth pursuite.

325

This hindred not, Soe potent in their Armes
And prest in dutie, were the English then;
Harrie proceeds in France by many Storms;
Normandy ne're Subdued, he drawes his Men
To the Strong towne of Fallais; of more strength,
The Castle, longer kept; both tooke at length.

326

And now a formall Seidge he layes to Roan,
Chains vp the River, to prevent Releife;
For by necessity it must be won;
Patience in Great Attempts cōmends a Cheife;
Pent Numbers, (though in Stone Secure they Lye)
Eate out their Rampiers to the Enimie.

327

While before Roan, the King was Sett; to treat
Two Prelates came; and (if wee soe may Speake;)
Offer'd the Pax, might reconcile that Great
Debate in hand; but Harrie doth not Reck
The Painted Kisse; vnless he were dismiss'd
Absolv'd in Right, to what he should insist.

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328

They brought the Painted Apple, for his part
In Paradice; France truck't, for a faire face;
'Twas a cold bargaine, though the Bed might bear't;
An Armefull for a Conquest! Say it was
Worthy the Change, as from her Beautie, you
O're-prize the Bargaine; Harrie'l have that too.

329

And though the Representative Committ
Rapture vpon his heart, in well-drawne Smiles;
And Seem'd to vrge, or Did, he cannott flitt
Meerlie to tread the Ice of Love; the Toyles
Of former Glories; in a Petty-Coat
Wrapt, a night fardle; to his Fame forgott.

330

Such Smoothnesses may Act in limber youth;
And Soft Imagination may contrive,
From softer Sence, Drab Beautie, to a growth
Soe exquisite, ev'n Passion might derive
Its Generation, Pure; soe easie led
T'vndresse ourselves! fir'd Blood, ev'n brought a-Bed.

331

But Harrie's Glories trode the height of Love
Subservient to his Nobler, iuster Claime;
A fold within his Honour, yet above
The Mercate of a Dower; how may wee frame
His Character to Wonder, Iust? whose Eyes
Were wounded through; could Love, & yet be wise.

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332

After long Seige, (while Harrie trench't 'em round)
The Towne to Parly came; Even famine Spent
An Ile of Ratts! Men to their Pye-Crust bound,
And pickled Beife; worne out; to Beanes & Stint
Of meaner Pulse; High Sauces, Appetite
Provoke; French Sallades here would fit you right.

333

The Miter'd Prelate of our larger See,
(Empower'd by Harrie) offers Articles
For their Resignment; (the glad Towne sett free)
Condition to their Bellyes; & now meales
Expect againe, nor may wee blame 'em, if
From such a hand they take the Bread of Life.

334

The Towne Submitts; & Harrie enters now
Old English right; let William's Dust be pleas'd
(Poorely interr'd;) that his Cheif Citty, grow
Full-bloom'd, to the Old Stocke; Normandie Seiz'd
By English Armes! from the Ducall Stem
Conquer'd this Ile; which now quits Scores wth them.

335

Soe fast he goes in Victorie; as when
Full Tides, drove on by windes, prevent their houre;
The French (like drowsie Marriners) but then
Offer a Sayle; Harry (full-Spred in Power,)
Makes in to Anchor, Conference; & there
Could they Ioyne Trafficke, the harbour, Peace, is neare.

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336

Here from the Life, to what Embellishment
Nature's cleare Pencill may give Flesh & Blood;
Harrie may iudge, his Choice; approve, what Sent
Pleas'd in a Picture; ravisht as She Stood
To vndertake his Conquest; whilst soe faire
A Fort, holds out; worthy to end the Warre.

337

This Ladie form'd for Glorie; (if wee may
Vrge thin Idæas vnto Substances;)
Worthie our Harrie's Love, his hopes to say
A founded Empire; worthy, all wee gvesse
Princes (by Conquest or Alliance) frame
T'invite the Genius, or exalt the Name.

338

Therefore the Treatie broke; wth greater Speed
Hee flies, in Conquest; that at length, he may
With easie Armes, take in the White and Red
Tower; that or nothing; he can hardly Say
Above his Fate; as had he graspt the Wheele
Of Destinie, and could her Spoaks compell.

339

Harrie (whose March progressive victorye
Flew ore the Face of France) to all that State
Makes vp Approaches, to the Enimie
He fearéd most; but, written Fortunate
To all Proceedinges; Beautie must resigne
To Honor's Seige, where Fortune drawes the Line.

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'Twas now in Treatie; and Rocke-firméd hearts;
(Whose out-workes, Flesh and Blood, Soft Earth give way
To the Well-Planted Batterie rais'd by Arts
Yet vndiscovered;) Shrinke; what may wee Say
In honour of him? whose great Power Subverts
Not Townes & Castles, but Stormes Eyes, & Hearts.

341

Beautie, (whose polish is but from itselfe,
Lives in its Lustre, free from other force)
Scornes a Mechanicke Grinder; whose Sole Wealth
Excells his Industry; and to the Course
Hand (yet vnpeirc'd) retains the forme, its owne;
For only Glorie, gives Impression.

342

Harrie had rais'd his owne Effigies
A well-grav'd Medall, worthy of her heart;
The Iewell only might stand nere her Eies,
And keep its Lustre; Royall Loves impart
Strange flame, & catch, like Rayes; wee hardly yet
(Dull Sinners) may Arrive to fancye it.

343

'Tis soe concluded, as Affection,
Springs to that mutuall height, in the Decree
Of Providence; the Two are now made one,
By a sure knot; but what Divinitye
Can marrie Crownes & States? here ne'r the lesse
Long Enemies, are more then freinds, one flesh.

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344

How Happie doth the glorious Chaplet Sitt,
Where the consenting flowers, adorne one Head!
A Marriage Wreath, & yet more State in it
Then Numa's fyllet; if they were soe Wed
What Destinie vnbidden, Should divorce
The tye, soe Soone? for Better & for Worse.

345

Passe the Solemnitye; and if you please
Contract her Dower, beyond the Empirie
To her owne Eyes; the many Articles
There Seal'd in her, the true-Sūm'd Inventory,
And Adde this Little, (if it may Advance;)
The King of England's now the Heir of France.

346

Th' incenséd Dolphin (as wee cannot Blame
Iust Blood, Deprived) dissassents; 'tis yet
Vncancell'd Nature; Birth Supports a claime
Though force invade forc'd Lawes, t'abolish it;
'Tis a strange Gutt, that for a Gruell Meale
Resigns her Birthright, Nature's fee will Sell.

347

But (ah) what may an over-weakned Arme
Expresse of Power? a Prince is Sȳnew-Shrunke,
And Crampt, betwixt a Title, to keepe warme
And Cold Convenients; when the State Drunke
With their owne Potion, (like those vaine-made fooles)
Transfer Prærogative by their owne Rules.

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348

The Dolphin at a Distance, (to his Power)
Purveies his Right; & to the Double Claime
Of Harrie, casts in his owne Scale; sch bore
To many minds, a better weight; though lame
Affection grovells; & Erected Power
Pleads better Man, Imaging Man, Soe more.

349

The Dolphin keeps aloofe, while Harrie in
His well-acquiréd Title was confirm'd,
By one ioynt vote; the Mouth, State; the Trine
Concurrent Breath of Forme thus vnion term'd;
What hinders but himselfe make out the rest?
Indeed he wrought to All what they express't.

350

In this assent (his forméd Title, more
Pressing, with many minds;) his Armes pursue
A double claime, Strength doubled; where before
His only Title wrought, Hee bringeth now
A Right, t'assert him worthy of their Crowne;
To his Demand, their full Donation.

351

Monstreau & Sens, are forc'd if wee may play
With words, who doubts the monster sence subdued
By such a Reason? and the Quibble may
Sett better of if it were vnderstood;
The Light is Easye, & the Shadow brings
Life; one full draught, in Both, to pourtray Kings.

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Yet to his Armes & Title opposite
Sein-planted Melun stood; and was not Shooke
From her Allegiance to the Dolphin's Right;
Nor Harrie's Hoast, his Fame, nor yet to looke
Vpon their King, a Party to his Claime,
May force, or Tempt them, to another Name.

353

Whilst to assault and to repell, each sought,
His owne advantage; (and the breath of fire
Was only interchang'd from minds, too hott
To mingle calmer;) that alone Ayre
Tormented, might not nearer image Hell,
Then the Cold Center, to their minds they fell.

354

The Mine, an Arch of Glorie, Somewhat, which
The Sun n'er Saw; merits as great a Light,
And made a greater, when our Harrie meets
Fierce Barbazon; who thus engravéd fight
The Quarrell Single: here if either fall
The Sexton's pay'd; for Death is Buriall.

355

While their Armes act, their Eyes attend their Armes,
With an Officious Light, and force some Day;
Enough to gvide their Rage, which over-warmes
Them, narrow pent, to make too long a stay;
Both knowne, they part; Soe much their owne Selfe-flesh,
A Resurrection, cannot make the Peace.

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356

Strict to their Choice, by dire Necessitie
At length compell'd, (when Famine many weekes
Had eaten force;) the Towne Resignes, to be
At Harrie's mercy; Iustice only seekes
(As in the Rest, late tooke) for such as Stand
Burgundy-Branded; victims to her hand.

357

'Mongst whom the valiant Barbazon, was found
An Accessarie; he who stood the wrath
Of Harrie, yet vnwounded, vnderground
In open Ayre, is wafted, by his Breath;
Harry, the Rule for Both, can but afford
Exception; that Breath Royall's the best Sword.

358

First you must know young Burgundye (incens'd
With Charles the Dolphin, for his Father's Death)
Strikes in with Harrie; and a League commenc't
Of future freindship, by a Solemne faith;
The King (to obleige this Act,) vnto his claime
Vowes Vindication to his Father's Name.

359

Charles Viscount Narbon, here, wth Tannegvy
And Barbazon, were gvilty in his Blood;
'Twas too Apparent; Barbazon must Dye;
Murder admits of noe Repreive; he stood
Condemn'd alike; They Dye; but he in fate
Once worth his Armes, now worth his Advocate.

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360

'Twas vrg'd, (from an old Cannon, in the Law
Of Armes) noe Prince, for any cause, might take
Life, where it once ioyn'd hazard Sword to draw
In Combat, with that Prince; thus though Arms Speake
The Gallant Barbazon, they are mistooke:
See him noe further, he lives by his Booke;

361

Thus Great in France, that England may not want
Ioy in his Glories; haveing set the way
Hee leaves the Affaires of France, in management
To Clarence, & for Love allots One Day;
That Wondring Loyaltie, at home may Prize
His Conquest; halfe read, in his Queen's faire Eyes.

362

And with the verge of Royaltye, impales
Her brighter Temples; Beautie combatting
In many Rayes; Amazement but Enthralls
Eye-Charm'd Spectators; let wide Glorie Sing
Vpon an Ivorie Cloud, pleas'd Iuno' Stait;
With Armes and Eyes, Cross-Dappled, Black & White.

363

Beautie and Glorie! what high fiction wrought
T'adorne that Goddesse? with more Lustre flow
Here, to full Truth; Armes to wch Fancie, nought
Can adde but the cleare heaven of her owne Brow;
And that vnfathom'd world, wch for her Sake
Shrinks, to move greater, in that Zodiake.

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364

Let the rude Noyse of Bells enchant Dull Ears,
And Bon-fires baffle Eyes wth high-rais'd Light;
Condvits run Claret; and the Ballad verse
Spoyle Pageantrie, worse Sung, then 't was to Sight;
While Cittie-Liveries, (gvessing by the Boast
What either meant) resolve it to their Cost.

365

What Iunkets were prepar'd, what rare devices;
Who Sewer, waited, or who Carver Stood,
Stow may informe; who Ginger-bread in Slices
Distributs, & warme Wafers casts abroad;
As he had tooke Royall Solemnities
Iust to the Measure of the Wine & Spice.

366

Let not these Marchpane follies Dull your Sence
To better rellish; in this poynant State
Might give an Edge to Witt, at less expence;
Soe save the Ipocras, and Candy Plate;
But since perhaps we've drawne you thus from home
You'd loath to part wth out a Sugar Plum.

367

Tak't a Court Largess; full Certificate
To all the neighbourhood; y'ave once beene there;
Fit for a Lecture-Day, to Wonder at;
Transplanting Paradice, and six dayes cleare
Gott to the Bargaine; yet well housewiféd
This minuite's Sight a weekes Discourse may Spread.

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368

Wee dare not Sport his Glories, though wee could
Frame better Things vnto his Entertaine;
And Haile him Cæsar! Lungs, in volant Wood!
Like the Artifice of Regio Montane;
What boots Mechanicke Costs? Royaltie more
Enlivning, glads hearts dead & Lost before.

369

The Ceremonie of all hearts, give Ioy
Vnto his Welcome; all Eyes, throng to meet
Him, their Life-giveing Light; where Loyaltie
Keepes peace, wth wonder, they make equall feet;
And Kings from such a Congee plainly meant
Enioy by Gvift, that Name, which was but lent.

370

The Scotts (this while) Shut in the Penury
Of their owne feilds, and finding noe way ope
To annoy England, as an Enimie;
Goe where they may abroad, t'impeach the hope
Of English Armes; & wth fresh Aydes, to France,
Their Rancour in the Dolphin's Claime advance.

371

And wth the French ioyn'd, thought to have Surpriz'd
Clarence, vnware; but Bodies, in their hast
Betray their Speed, in Sweat; Some droppers Seiz'd,
Discover the Intention; Clarence fast
Bestirrs himselfe; Stratagem interchang'd,
He thought to Snap 'em, ere their men were rang'd.

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372

And did soe farre distract 'em; though the odds
In Number of their Men, not to be Spoke,
Might hemme him, they trudge off; where the aboads
Of Peace should be, is fill'd with noyse & Smoke;
Warre, put to Sanctuarie! who but beleives
This house of Praier, was now a Den of Theives?

373

Th' alarum now through all the Quarter runs;
And Brave Buchanan, arméd, to the Bridge
Drawes vp his Men; Clarence; (who saw at once
His Danger, & his hopes) alights, to engage
Them with a nearer force; Bucquanan ioyns,
And single Combat with the Duke maintains.

374

As (if high fiction, vnto greater Truth
Wee here may bring) the God of Warre, once made
Fight, with the big-arm'd Diomed; & Both
Like Gods, in Valour, Men, by Wounds betray'd
Themselves to be; & after long dispute
The Man more God, the God himselfe Subdued.

375

Soe after many Blowes, 'twixt these two Cheifs
Ayds pressing in, Clarence, to death was gor'd;
Not Diomed's Arme, struck Mars but ye Releifs
Nigh Pallas lent; & if the great Soul roar'd,
As feeble God, from brazen lungs, the Smart
Damps his Divinitie, with Tender heart.

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376

Thus early Clarence fell; ere Salisbury
Who led the Rere, came vp; yet to repaire
The losse, (if reparation may be)
He beats them off, & what was left but Aire
Of Clarence, brings away; Thus Honour rakes
The feild, & for thin Shadowes, hazardes Stakes.

377

Harry resents this Losse to all the Tye
Of Blood & Honour; & with prosp'rous Speed
Crosses to Callice; chained Victorie
Attends him everie Step; for when wee read
The Wonder of his Raigne, his Prowesse Spān'd
Fate; to make Glorie only worth his hand.

378

He speeds releifs to Paris; & makes on
His march in Conquest; of some holds were lost
Hee wants noe Trivmph, whose fame doth fore-run
Such expeditions; let not Paris boast
She gave one to his Entrance; Glorie Scarce
Is worth the Shew, Safetie, not Harbingers.

379

Their owne Securitie to Harrie's Arme
Offers Instructions, fitt for such a State;
Citties are Wise; 'tis but to sitt more Warme;
They offer out, their Tapestrie & Plate;
And lay their Treasure to the hand, Secures
It in the Chest, & them in Ease & Furres.

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380

But Harrie, (whose high Constitution,
Had noe delight in Miniver Respects
But to their Duty & the Occasion;)
Nor lov'd Court-Sweets, nor Sweet-Spun Dialects;
Quits both, & Loves the Toyle of Glorie; Proud
To have his Feild-Bed Curtain'd with a Cloud.

381

The Dolphin, (in his Absence) with small Forts
Made merrie; as he had Drawne in the Clue
Of Empire, to his Looms; but quicke reports
Of Harrie's Power, broke the Thred, as he drew
It, to his Bottome, and now run a-ground
Is to begin, as he had never wound.

382

Yet with his broken End, he playes a while,
Till Time run out his Sport to Wearines;
Harrie pursues new Glories, in fresh Toyle;
And beyond Conquest Sought, Sought how to expresse
Himselfe a Brother; thus, when Nature Springs
Passion, as Kings the world, She vassalls Kings.

383

Nor let it wrong his Temper, if he might
Be thus transported; let the Phlegme of Lead
Nourish its yeilding Bodie, & give weight
To sullen Earth; each Man is Mettall made,
And to the ruling Salt, he must Submitt;
This Pickle relishes both ware & Witt.

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As when a Pard, who filcht the Lion's right
Evades the Terror of his Shininge Eyes;
The Dolphin moves, to Harrie; he may fight
To Walléd Town's, but noe feild-Army nigh;
'Tis the sad fate of Kingdomes almost Spent,
T'enforce by Garrisons, Selfe Punishment.

385

Harrie drawes vp to Meaux; and plants a Seige
To their Strong Walles; in well-wrought Trenches Safe
He layd his Army; what the varied Edge
Of Wrath may Act soe neare was done; the Brave
Assailants, Scale & Delve, whilst they within
Make good their Walls, Sally & Countermine.

386

Whilst here he lay, by an Express came word
His Queen was brought a-Bed, in Happie Hower:
How Time & Place Elude! ev'n Kings are Stirr'd
With Superstitions; Harry (who gave more
Of fate in his Transmissive veins, then both
Could worke,) yet wraps the Infant in that Cloth.

387

And whether full to antique Prophesie,
Or some new Fancy of Devining Feares;
He sadly said 'Tis done; firme Destiny
Determin's Glory, to my narrow Sphære;
And this poore Child, borne to a longer Raigne
Shall eas'ly part wth what our Conquests gaine.

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388

Was it my Chardge, in deepe fore-sight of ill,
To forbid only Windsor to his Birth?
And it was Chose: Well, be it as it will;
Another Age repents what this brings forth;
I may not See the Event, but you (who live
To Struggle in those Tides;) will then beleive.

389

He paus'd; & many worthy thoughts came in
T'afflict his Soule; but let not Honour Dye
Convulst with Seeing to Another's Sin;
Our Errors make out Truth, in Destiny;
Or be there none wee idly Shun or Chuse
Propos'd Indifferents: & ourselves abuse.

390

Harrie yet Spreads himselfe; for while he lay
Full at the Seige, the Dolphin whirles the Coast;
And at Advantage Slips the Empty way;
Tooke Auranches: hardly tooke but lost;
For the King (Sensible of such a Maime)
Gives Salisbury some Men, who took't againe.

391

He the mean while, prest neare to force this Towne
And tooke it in the Trap they for him sett;
Brave Offemonte betray'd & now their owne;
Not vnto promise, for they feign'd but yet
They wanted but his Presence to assure
The Towne meer English, & him Conquerour.

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392

But he was tooke in the Attempt; & ere
'T might be discuss'd within, it wrought without;
Force takes the Advantage of their fraud & feare;
And in the instant storm's whilst the Men sought
To save more then themselves: Convey their goods
Vp to the Castle; but repent their Loads.

393

The Treasure was their Life, (how Iust is Fate
To Punish Men;) & now together hugg'd,
Torments them, 'twixt their wishes & their weight;
The Soldier tumbles what the owner Tugg'd;
Yet to their Choice, perhaps they rather fell,
Dye all at once, then Drop away Peice-meale.

394

But that noe Time be lost, what the Dispatch
Of Armes would warrant, in a full pursuite;
The King Plants to the Castle; layd a Breach
Wide to their fears & open to his foot;
But yet advis'd, vnto their Safetie gives
Conditions, & they yeild, to Save some Lives.

395

The Noblest Naméd in it were to Dye;
Some stood to Mercy, vnder Caution;
And Life (where nothing to the Contrarye
Might be Alleadg'd) the rest; 'tis hardly knowne
To what wild Frensies, honour will pursue
Her Ends; & wee must call it Iustice too.

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396

The Bright-Eyed Queen had brought fresh Levies in,
But fate forbids; what more? if Harry toyl'd
The Warre in health, for what vxorious Sin
Is he now Strucke? & full in Conquest foyl'd?
A Lover! Fatall to great Names; the Blood
Provok'd, intends more then it vnderstood.

397

Thus when the Great in Warre, the Wise in Peace,
Had humbled France, a Subiect to his Name;
Had Citties won, & layd out Provinces,
Mixt Fees; & Sate by Conquest to his Claime,
He fell, as Hee, who Sought the promist Land
But Saw it; yet their Conduct was his Hand.

398

As Xenophon, when he had pourtrayed
Cyrus, to all the Glories of a King;
Fitts him with Dying words; may what he Said
Not misbecome our Harrie, now the wing
Of Death had Chill'd his Lipps; & ere he Dye
Wrapt Silence fills him with new extasye.

399

Retir'd Calme Thoughts, Such as old Hermets keepe
(Perhaps as a Reserve) to their Last hower;
Or else inspir'd, (when that Eternall Sleep
First Seizeth Sence) t'accost the Breathing Power,
Who manageth the Soule; & Scours the Rust
Of fraile Affections, Earth & Passions Dust.

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400

Entranc'd to glorious vision in the flesh,
He lay, fitt for a greater; & receives
The Flame in Silence, which doth more Expresse
Then words well-Chosen; Language (wch Deceives
The World,) & Men (who Speake it as their thought)
Vanish; & full Cleare Dialects are taught.

401

While the French Dread his prosecution
Of a full Conquest, as Design'd; that heat
Which knew noe fire beyond it, taught too Soone,
Is wasted vp; Life fled; & all those great
Atcheivements, left to Feoffees; whilst his Son
An Infant, makes way for fate, cōming on.

402

Thus mighty Harry, (to whose Arme, the Earth
Was narrow) in a Corner, Quiet rests;
Swords (the ill Survey of the World) Set forth
From what Mistakeing Rules, Empire Consists
And Ages After; take the measure out
By Death's Geometrie, vnto a Foot.

403

But wee may erre & Doe; bold quills assume
Prerogative, & bind vp Maiestie
In Numbers, than the Grave a narrower roome.
May his great Name, Enlarge our Poesie,

202

Whose Vrne is Honour's Shrine; & let the faint
Pilgrims in valour, Offer to this Saint.

The End.

Crastini Animarum.

1650.

And had not the great cloud, wch blears the Sight
Of Iudgment firme to Truth, yet hung; we might
Have Sung it louder; wch would now but make
Noyse, in a mist, to aggravate mistake.
The Sun (whose heat gives Life & Light, makes bold
Earth, & from Earth, the Creatures manifold)
Is shrunke into the Socket; & we now
(Lost to his flame) can scarce hope when, or how
He from that Dismall Tropicke, shall repasse,
That we may live, in Light, as once it was;
Till when, our Numbers (destin'd to more)
Creeps to a corner, at a Candle-Hower;
And a few freinds, may rub (with patience)
Six Stanza's ore; to pay the vast Expence
Of Witt (forbidden Traffique) with a Smile;
As were that worth, our Braines, & Midnight Oyle;
Nay those Great Names we Sing, who doe not live
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(As wee may calmly vrge) must Sneake to Fame.
Bold Truth, is Treason; Loyalty quite Lame;
Let their Names live to better Dayes; & bring
A Quill as zealous, to assert the King;
But let not Hucksters, bring such Glory in.
His Father's fate has harden'd them in Sin;
Oh, 'tis too true! & though we cannot Spell
What Destiny has writ; yet I must tell
Aloud my fears; perhaps (too true) his Fate
From thence noe good; I tremble when I Say 't;
But that he may (by other means restor'd)
Adorne the Throne, I will not doubt; noe word
Is big enough, for Glory; verse (which Spanns
Nature's whole Sphere, & her proportions)
Perhaps is yet too Short; Some Actions teach
Fancy, a flight beyond her height & reach;
What Great Things Vertue may, Sworne to his fame
I need not give; but men shall Seeke my name
And Charg'd with many Laurels; what they Scarce
Admit in Chambers, shall fill Theaters;
And even these numbers, who to fame are lost,
Perhaps may merit, what some others boast.

The End.

1650.

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Idyllia.

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Idyllia: The Distemper.

A Poeme Revised, & enlarged By the Author.

Humanum curare genus quis terminis vnquam
Præscripsit? nullas recipit Prudentia metas.

The Illustration.

This Globe, (one equall Sphære at first) not pleas'd
In her well-giv'n forme, this Altar rais'd;
Where Ianus Power, the Tirrannous High-Preist
Once but a Man, now Monarchs o're the Rest;
And fellow-Creatures vassail'd, tumble downe
To Either Face or Hand, the Axe, or Crowne;
The Scepter, or the Fasces, where they Strike
(Heavy to Death) Officiate alike;
Humanity enforc'd; the Exalted Horne
Of Reason, led away by Rage, t'adorne
The Shambles, where in Hecatombs they lye
Victims vnto Impossibilitie.

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The Numen Sought, is Libertie, a meere
Brain-wheele, to torment Men; Distemper here
In Government, grinds Man, the Dust of Earth
To knead him o're againe; this later Birth
Enioyes that warmth of Libertie, his Life,
Wch had been sought, by Temples formative;
Nothing makes Man a Slave, but to impart
The Power to another's Hand, from his owne Heart;
Which Fortified, breakes ye strong-pleated Charms
Of What they meant, to Live in Softer Armes.

Idyll I.

Wee are but where wee were seaven yeares before;
On the same Ocean, & as farre from Shore;
The Impacificke Seas, of our owne feares
And Iealousies; noe Land in Ken appeares;
Wee rigg'd, with Iason, for the Golden Fleece
But brought destruction, Paris-like, from Greece,
The Painted Hellen; must a Troian Fate
Vpon the Troian Issue, ever wait?
Is this our boast, from Brute? was all the Blood
Borne to deplore Corne growes now where Troy stood?
Must new Troy, like the Phœnix too expire,
And be but Embers, of the fatall Fire?
What third Plantation, for the Dardan worme
To creepe into? oh madness, how enorme!
How beyond all Aspersion, which may flow,
From Phrygian Loines, are we involv'd in, now!

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Whither yet tends our Voyage? we were led
Wth hopes of some-what, to Assay this Bed,
Of many mixéd waters; and the Two
Faire Sister-starres, sate over in our Prow;
By a Transefixion, the Dioscuri
Vnto State-fareing Men; these will they cry,
Direct our Passage, that we cannot faile;
Liberty, & Religion! a faire Gale
And all our Toyle shall have a Glorious meed;
Thus brought into the Gulph, not to be freed;
Environed, beyond a hope of Shore,
And our owne Idoll, must our selves devour.

This, the Great Orke! wch (if I might discend
In Serious Things, to Trifles) ide defend;
The fabled Monsters, wch Sr Bevis oft
Vanquisht in fight, & our St George has Cufft;
With Guy & Amadis, & all the Crue
Of Worthy Warriours met wth, now were true;
This I'le beleive, Such Monsters have beene ever,
But then the Knight;—oh let him now or never
Free the distresséd Damsell; See she Stands
Bound to the Rocke, wth Buttocks in her hands.

Away! Squibbs of Scurrilitie; 'twas Shame
First taught vs cloths; we peccant, put a blame
To each Remote! Sons of the first offence;
'Twas given mee, is our Plea of Innocence;
Wee all were gvilty, & each to his Eies
Had rear'd an Image, for to Idollize:

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And severally we ayméd the same Thing;
Liberty with, if not, without a King.
Something we did proiect, our selves to please
Wth thin Imaginations to our Ease;
This Small Tarantula, did fire the Blood
To severall Passions, as the Humor Stood;
And like Calabrian Swains, for remedie
Each dancéd to his Pipe, or Dance or Dye;
All present State is irksome; & wee frame
Felicity at distance, by some Name
Allicient to the Passion holds our Thought
Then present; as we are, or feare a Doubt.

I doe not know; but though perhaps I have
To my owne Private, had reflects, as grave
On my Condition, as Another who
Puts on a Stricter Forme & Deeper Brow;
I never found, but the Attempt was vaine
And noe Man's Brest, yet ever lodg'd his Braine.
Wee Fancy at a distance, & contrive
Beatitude in future, but still live
Distracted to the End our Selves propose.
Thus to our selves, our selves still interpose;
Wee are our owne deceivers; or to Say
Punctually, each Man is a Remora
Clapt to the Vessell of his owne Affaire,
And his owne purposes hinders; might I dare
I would not free the ioynéd Polities
Of States, from the Subverting fantasies,
From the Imperiall Scepter, to the Crum's

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Of Magistracie in Mechanicke Thumbs;
Vnder each forme wee bind or loose ye right
Not to its Iustice but our Appetite;
And our Corruptions, our deprav'd desire,
Makes one scale of the Ballance, ever higher;
Nothing is Right, but what our selves may please;
For Settled Bodies are not still at Ease.
The Gout or Dropsie, men; soe may a State,
Lethargicke be, or inarticulate;
For each Thing to the severall Fantasye
Is a Defect, or a Deformitie;
A Beautie, an Embellishment, or what
Our Interests, or Affections give it at.

Iupiter's Ears are rent wth croaking still;
The Frogs have noe King, but too good, or ill;
The Spaune of Earth, are Giants to this Day,
They will nor Gods, nor Power from Gods, obey;
The Mountaines of disorder'd Thoughts, they bring
All but one Pile; for Cōmonwealth, or King;
Though yet the stronger Boast of Libertie
To most men stands in a Cōmunitie.

And everie Tongve, can varnish ore that Face
Wch is but now, the Same, she ever was;
The Ladie of the Wood was never seene,
Another Eccho, or the Fayerie Queene;
To give the fruiture of each desire,
The Ignis fatuus, all danke Brains to fire.
Thus ignorant Spectators, when they See
Our Map-Groteskors, thinke they reall be;

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Thus what the Wise Egiptians, did intend
By Misticke Hieroglificks, in the end
Became Idolatrie; Some Heads discover
Noe more in Things then the meer forms lay'd over;
These the Ryphæan Hills, where Griphons breed
And Ambigenerous Centaurs, first did rise:
Settled Opinions, from non-Entities.

But ah! there is not such a Thing at all
To be expected, in the Generall
Societie of Men; to make it sure
Is from our selves; the inward mind Secure,
Affects not giddy noyse, nor fears the Sway
Of any Power, acting any way.
And this is Libertie; this we may find,
This we may keep; thus happie in our mind
All Government is easie; and may be
Made one, or Any, Equall Libertie.

Let those who seeke and cannot find her yet
Within their inward selves, ne're hope to get
Over the Hill; but with poore Sysiphus
Begin againe; or in the Euripus
Which their owne Curiosities first found
Satisfie for their Error, & be Drown'd.

For Publike busines: who cannot find
Liberty, vnder any Forme design'd;
But hopes, by change, that it may perfect grow.
Ah! may they,—as wee found it now;
Vnder another Name, a Power, Swell'd high,
Wth all the full Effects of Tyrrannye;

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Their weake portending fears, did but Suggest;
Now Strongly manag'd, to Secure the Rest.

Thus farre our deep resentments, wee may tell;
'Twas ill atcheiv'd; if it Succeed, 'tis well.

Idyll 2.

But yt I know my heart, I could contemne
All Government, & Quarrell wth the Name,
Or wth as great an Ease assert the Hand
Of any wch wee see, or vnderstand.
Since Man has lost himselfe, it is but Iust
He suffer, to the Libertie he lost;
For once that word had weight, & whineing Man
Hangs to the Plumme; let fall, a Child againe;
Squints or'e his Shoulders & is either caught
Backe into Hell; or Stands a Heap of Salt;
Astonishment, or Fury, fills him vp
Beyond his Faith, or yet beyond his Hope.

'Tis easie to speake hard; but where we groane
Vnder the Yoake, wee rather vse our owne;
Passions sitt heavy; Tirant greife, may lay
A Wast in Witt, and force it any way;
As tender Soules, tost in a flood of feares
When they want wordes express themselves in tears;
For Nature Charg'd, assayes the weakest part
And pressing Thoughts, tumble downe, hills of Art;
The Iutty of Discretion, & the wide
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Stand, neither Fence nor Beautie; one drown'd heape
And not an Arke! poore Man! how shall he Scape!

Wee've wrapt our selfe yet warmer, & ye Corke
Boyes the lost Anchor; if it be our worke,
To Combat Seas, & Riot in the Deepe;
Strike a bold Arme, 'tis ours; methinks I sleepe
Now on a Dolphin's back; Ship-threat'ninge Shoales
Bind nearer Shore; the monstrous Whale (wch Roles
The Ocean, wth his Breath, & Yawnes the Brine
As its recesse) his wonted path declines.
What feare ye old Harpe Strikes! for 'tis not all
Fable you read; Pithægorus may Call
Wisedome, by many Names; & Somewhat nere
Divinitie, give to the Nations here;
Silence a happines here taught, as though
Words were soe much a Dagger; did I know
'T wiser were not to Speake then where to Speake
May ease the Pang, I'de hold; but these are weake
Dreames, in Beatitude, & Sickly Tasts
Of Somewhat, for a cure, wch over-hasts
The fainted Spirits, & a Caspian Trance
Whistles the Blood new measures to her Dance;
For Feavered Minds, who their owne Pallats dresse
Wth hopes & Feares, Shift Sides, & find noe Ease.
Let vs not dreame our Time; though Fame pursued
Make dangers Easie, cōmentaried Blood
Transforms the Sheet, & horrid Murder made;
Glory keepes Shop, and makes it a free Trade;

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Empire, the Law of Armes; wee over-paint
Iustice, still sworded, but her Scales doth want.

'Tis a sad Truth, & though the story faile
Eaten by Time, & Cunninge to availe
The Pedigree of Power; Old Nimrod's Dust
(Too mighty for one Vrne) breakes ope the Chest
And rides vpon all windes; where every graine
Springs Tirant, & the world yet feeles his Raigne.
Such propagating Iellyes, nere distill
Without their Mandrakes; whose first hissings kill.
How much more fatall, more emproved Slime,
When Gallowes-Spawne, but only threatens him
Whose lucke, or Curiositie, dislodg'd
Him first; but these dire Basilisks keepe Edg'd
Vnto all Commers; & as Safe endure
Her Sight (wer all writ true) as breathing Power.

When the Mad Youth of Macedon, (whose Pride
Scorn'd Phillip, Father, would be Deified;)
Had Swept the panting East, & horrid Crimes
Open'd his way to Conquest, in the Times;
Fatt Persia, t'his Voluptuous Appetite
Fell, like her boasted Bird, one Morsell Bitt;
Rage triumpht in his Will; & fury claw'd
His helpers; & the world, by one, was aw'd.
One, who abate his errors, and display
His faire Side from what flatterie can Say
Was Equall'd in his Hoast; the Drunken edge
Of Iealousie, strikes Vertue; Insolent Rage

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Tramples downe Pietie; & though wee keepe
Reverence, to Faith, when wee see Cæsar weepe
O're Pompey's head; who smiles not to delude
Himselfe, in such a Pitty? who pursued
Ambition, through their Empire; German Wasts
Manur'd with Native Blood, & sped as fast
(Lavish in Murders) as their Rhine; wch gives
Noe pause, till the wide Ocean him receives.
Hee plow'd Iberian Sands; well-peopled Gaule,
Lay'd desart; proud in Blood; & wears butt All
The Tropheyes of his Arme, rude servitour
To Puttocks; layd the Earth, one Table o're
For empty Wolves; ye Slaughter-man of Fate;
And as he had not yet attained the height
Of Horror, in Distinction; Hee must act
His owne portentous Dreame; Rome though Sack't,
His Mother, soe polluted, was not All;
But he must make her Childless; & ye fall
Of her long-boasted Senate, paves the new
Name of his Glory; yet hee's Modest too,
And off'red Soveraigntie refuses, more
To Swell himselfe; Names vary, not the Power.
'Tis not the fatall Rex, doth only Sting;
A Commonwealth's a Tirant, as a King;
And gown'd Austerity, though it may weare
More Face, is but the Arme which threatens here.

How could I Pitty Rage; or foole my owne
Reason, to praise hands of Destruction;
I should lament his Name, who Tirant once

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Over the World, lash't home, when threatned France
And Italy Subdued, Seal'd Empire, nigh
To Carthage; I could mourne that Prodigie
Whipt by the Surly Gowne; Emulous in
His Glory, feare his Power; for 'tis noe Sin
To thinke Men wicked; & the Itch of Rule
Prompts any meanes; noe Villanie soe foule
Soe neare to ruine, but they must attempt.
Poore Hanniball, is now in Banishment;
And seemes now old to beg a Life; whose hand
Repreiv'd the world; ev'n those who now Cōmand
The inexorable Roman, were but what
One Step had given; Handy-Capps in Fate;
He who (if Names be proper,) frighted once
The Civill World: worne out, by Puissance
Of Faction; to a Barbarous King doth flye;
And hoary, has but Power, alone to Dye.

Now let Agrippa laugh, whilst we survay
A nearer Draught; the Hecticke has ye Day
To cease in, but drinks Marrow; till the whole
Frame, fall a Ruine; let the Subiect ffoole
Who Squares by others Lines, or drawes a Scheme
To please himselfe, by Fancy, feares redeeme;
Let him conferre a forme; & Regulate
Distempers, incident to any State:
The harmeles Lumpe, of his Invention;
Yet licke it vp, to Life, Dominion.

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It Spreads an Arméd Paw; & runs ye Ile
Bear in full Shape, to Ravin, wast, & Spoyle.

Y'are yet as wide, of what we would propose
As had you Studied, Seaven yeare, the Prose,
Of the wild German Riddler; & wee wheele
Noe further with the Time, then to reveale
The folly of all Seekinges; Not the Name
Tickles mee yet; who cannot to ye frame
Allotted, Serve, is Rebell to the Vow
Made in offence; to be observéd too;
For 'twas the easy mulct, when Man had lost
Himselfe, & Scorn'd Creation; to be thrust
Servile to his owne Hand; & He who bore
The Image of his Maker, wth the Power,
Imediately consign'd, Ambitious
Of more, lost That; & delves the Infamous
Mine of his Follyes; that he might repent
His Error better, by the Punishment;
A Glasse of former Freedome; where the Eye
Yet Sees the Image; but Impossiblie
Attempted, Shunning the profane Embrace
Of Humane Armes; Slipps, Shaddow, in a Glasse.

Idyll iii.

I envy noe Man; nor I scarce admire
Any Man's Fancy to my owne desire;
Wee looke at one Same thing; & the formes come
But only differ'd by the medium.
False Glasse of Ayre, or ye weake Opticke Scarce

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Receives her Rayes, or can her Atomes peirce;
Purblind in Ethicks, as ye Running Hare,
Gloats either way; Fore-rights nor Hope nor Feare;
And Crownéd Ioy rackes Sence; while Reason (yet
Frustrate in Levies) Depos'd Prince doth Sitt
In a Cold Corner; ye Swolne Passions, now
(Growne-Courtiers late) contemne ye Loyall few.

See Iustice, Pietie, & Prudence plac'd
Worthy a King, the Honour of one Breast;
Make Syracusa blush, to see a Prince
Above her Numbers, whose Experience
Might well praise little Things; & Tiptoe crye
The Lagi Stemme, in bright-Hair'd Ptolomy
A God-like linage Sūm'd; whose Mother Spred
A part of Heaven; Vowéd Tribute of her Head,
A Constellation Stands; let Truth assert
What flatterie may force; Power Malapert
Vnder the wing of Vertue, Vulture proves;
And hatch'd by Innocence, Blood seekes & Loves.

Were Maiestie as Calme as we have knowne
It in one Starre, through the whole Horizon;
Vnstain'd as our Ideas; or the Hand
More Spotles, who late rul'd ye Land;
Who if a place be Lawfull to assigne
In heaven, for Soules departed, there doth raigne.
Yet Name of a Prince, & Shade of Royall Power,
Warmes Insolence in others; Names, noe more
Delude the World; Kings Suffer, when they give
Inhærent Light, long-fixt Prærogative,

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To fill a glareing Office; or confer
It to the Civetts of an Officer,
Whose Tooth-picker, like ye officious Bird
Betrayes him Sleeping; & ye Ratt has Stirr'd
His bleeding Entrayles, Ere aware; Soe delves
Ichneumon Fraud, & Kings but Sell themselves.

I cannot weane my selfe soe perfectly
But with Affection I name Royaltie;
And whimper to the Teat, though Strong enough
To digest meat, less Savory & more Tough.
Have you not tooke mee tardy from my Theam?
Led out a Gazer to the falling Beame?
Strucke in a Village Fright, to see the Tayle
Of such a Comet; growne Star-gazers All;
Our ignorant Gvesses please the neighbourhood,
Fate, in a Comet, Seen & vnderstood.
Wee, who low-read in Mathematicks, beard
Planets & Meteors, equally enspir'd,
And know noe Region higher then the Moone;
Admit noe lower, but whip vp & downe
The grateing Orbes; all in a tracke, t'enflame
Their Naffes drye-worne & crack their stretchéd Teeme
The Aire dry Tinder to ye Sparkes, wch Stop;
In the right Box fir'd, wee light Candles vp.

How Passions rise in Men! Everie Thing
Adds to the Circle, to make Dæmon Spring.
Had wee laid out a Systeme of ye Sphære
(And form'd iust Motions, by a Regular
Transition, to the Old, or new Designe

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Tycho, or harder names to fill a Line;)
Y' had knitt a Brow, our Glasses could not peirce;
Now all looks faire; your Eyes (the vtmost Starres
Of our discoverie) bright Seen; portend
A gratefull Omen; Laughter, cannot Spend
A vaine Breath; Folly takes it, wth full Sayle,
And hardly Witt but Tackles to that Gale.

Wee're tight & readie-rigg'd; one purchast Knott
Helps at a need, and we can draw it out;
The Advantage of our voyage; all the world
Trades, in this magicke; though the foole be hurl'd
Spleen-Shittle-Cocke; Witt to emprove the worke
Will often Spare a Feather to the Corke.

This, though it fall in Trifles, is but what
Runs with full Streame, in the affaires of State;
Where Tyrranny enthron'd, laughs Murder out,
Makes Truth a Solæcisme; whirls a Doubt,
State-Tarriers; Provocations, to the Raw
Triall of Witts; Concealments good in Law.

The Imposture, boasts his head, whose velvet brow
Shunn'd weaker Twigs; antler'd & Palméd now,
By the Herd prick't on Cheife; combats at length
Huge Trees, to trye his horne; & sūm'd in full Strength
Proud in Prærogative, he goares them out
Stand in his way, now rageing at the Rutt.

The Lust of Tyrants (over-bauded still
By hooded Law) carnalls the world at Will.
Prostitute Men, are by Corruption led,
Sinners; & weepe away their Maidenhead;

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Their Boast, their Glory, the īmaculate
Seale of their Reason, Green Wax of the State;
Th' Old Charter, lost, new Letters-pattents give
Vs Libertie to wander with a Breife;
Irresiant, now content; the Trade emproves,
And Sturdy Rogve, Setts vp; if Vertue loves
The Cell of Quiet, happie, may She Sitt;
The World is Busines; & wee Trafficke it;
To this dere Sphinx; wrackt Thebans all ye world
Are Prey by turnes; as had the Furies hurl'd
A brand of knotted Sulphur, to Surprise
Men Sleeping; Nero, laughs, when flames arife.

But 'tis an easie Chord; ye Flax of Law
Makes a Soft Trāmell; let a higher Awe
Stifle affrighted Reason, & put on
Chains, lock't & Bolted, by Religion;
Let Numa's will, Stand next Divinitie;
And the dread Whisper, publish't, Sacred be;
Cannons inviolate: what creeping Power
Wants? The fine Artifice, to plaister o're
These Vlcers with a Balsamum, may bring
The Mouth clos'd vp! & walke a very King!
For vnto everie Power, the Attribute
Is proper, though perhaps the Name not Suite.
Legions of Men, whom Men had ner restrain'd
Are Cow'd, to obey the Dictates of a Hind:
Dumbe Innocent! the Forgeries of Power,
May levie, Lead, & Conquer; men noe more
(Chill'd with these fallacies) dispute the true

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Right, of their Being; but the Dreames pursue
Made to amaze them; if some bolder wakes
The Mangie Scribe tells what ye Pigeon speakes.

Let Mecha rant to all the vanities
Of long-lost Hāmon; Alexander, tryes
Vntrodden Sandes, to his Ambition;
And the God (still to freind) affirmes him One;
Now, what the Sultan Seekes, may nearer home
Be gott; when Camells Dedicated, come
Backe to fatt Pastures, freed from any Charge
Of future Burthen, happie Beasts, enlarge
Themselves, to Act our Follies, & at length
May to their Naturall vse, bestow their Strength:
Not the great Tyrant, (who like vermin may
Snap Man as Easily as you a Flea)
Dare touch this Pilgrim-Camell; as 't wer done
A Reverence to 't; but this maintains his owne;
For his loud Ancestor enacted all
Their Superstitions, in this wheele to fall;
And he but lives, a Prophet to ye Sway
Of Empire as he taught them to Obay.

Let Sainted Fooles & Madmen Cannoniz'd,
Advance the Rule; where Witt & Art despis'd
Vpbraid the Boast of old Civilitie:
Greece, more a fable then her Fables be;
And put the lye vpon our Admiration
That ever there was Glory, in that Nation;
Who rul'd the World, in Letters, & præscrib'd
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Now Sitts, our Pitty; and weake Clearkes, may raise
Some doubts, what Socrates or Plato, was;
Bestride their Academie, and Despise
Laconia Valiant, or Olivia wise:
And take the Old Scandall, (now a Truth) to heart;
What will not lyinge Greece, written insert?
Convince the Stagyrite, in Puny Witt,
From th' Arrogant vncertainties he writt;
And his long-venerated Axioms, bind
Postill' t'Heredotus; that Truth shall find
A Narrow Roome to tread in, & the few
Vn-bearded Criticks, Cloth her out a new.

Soe Shrinks the world, though Men & Names yet keepe
The Ephori, broad-wakeing, in the Sleepe
Of Sparta, long-forgotten, & the Rest
Like drunken Helots, either Act the Iest,
Their Rigours Shall impose, or weare their Lives
Prest in the Yoke of their Prerogatives.

The World's an Ant-hill, & the little Grubbs
Stocke themselves warme, till ye swoln Paddock rubbs
Them out of Freehold, to enthrone himselfe
Lord of their Lives, & Maister of their Wealth.

Idyll 4.

Nor wonder, if the loud Prærogative
Scatter our Dust, & licke our Sweat, to Live
With the Same Innocence, as Fishes Mudde;
Land-Cormorants may Challeng them for food;
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To Camells? ye whole world, through severall Things
Eats her selfe vp; the Estrich, may digest
A Broken Rocke, & on a Plough-Share feast;
Some, Eate ye fruits & some the Iuyce of Earth
Whose quicke returnes, bring second Fodders forth;
Fatted, to feed themselves; Arabia, yeilds
Noe Wonder, in her Bird, (if true) wch builds
Her funerall Pile, her Cradle; the world, weake
Reveiues her Selfe, & what the Ancients Speake
From the first Symbole, Traditorie Truth
Is soe indeed; if we observe the Growth
And decay of Things, the world is All
One Phœnix; & makes new originall
From her owne Ashes; as she one Day must
Start from one flame, new & refinéd Dust,
She now, in parcells, Dictates to her Earth
The Transmigration of an entire Birth;
Therfore I must Correct my Selfe, to know
Man, but a Feather; if he fall, or grow,
'Tis but observéd, till another Coat
Gives a new wing; & weare the Eye-sore out;
'Tis but a mewing Time; what matter if
Cold Gorges crampe the feet? Our Eyeass Life
Complaines vnpittied; we're indeed soe Dull
In the Nest-Gutt, wee Crye fasting & full;
Though Tyrranny, (big-Swolne, in all formes,
Vulture or Moll) doe Swoop, or hunt out wormes.
Men borne for bondage; 'tis not in our Choice

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How wee shall Bleed; if Blood be made ye Price;
And 'tis as easie Smart, to give that Breath
In Ayre, as Earth; resolv'd a certaine Death:
For Kings act open-fac'd, but what of late
Wee See pursued, vnder the Masque of State;
Where fatted fellow-creepers, Dig new Seams
And catch it, warme-lay'd, delvinge ye extreames
Of the darke Centre, wth an Eager Foot;
And wee are Strangled ere our Neighbours know 't.
This yet I'de rather Shun, might I but creepe
To breath in Royall Ayre, then Dye soe Deepe.

But nothing bootes my fancy, when I Span
My Selfe to Iudgment, in the Circle Man:
(And over-toil'd Affections, wounded Send
To Reason, at his need, my nearest freind;)
I boldly looke on Either, and refuse
Neither, but comply to the Genius
Directs all forme; I can as well keep bare
To a Cotton-Bench, as to a Velvet-Chaire;
'Tis all one to my Ease, to all the Right
I claime in Man; to all the Benefitt
Of Fortune; (if my former Errors had
Not lodg'd mee (they malignant Say, I) Madd;
For Sideing is a madnes, where the Hand
Acts to a Somewhat, we but vnderstand
In the Relations,) if the Essence be
Resolvéd through, in the necessitie.
I know noe Argument in Reason Springs
T'oppose the forme, by Cōmonwealths, or Kings;

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Nor is 't a Sickly bending in the Blood
But a firme Truth, to what I've vnderstood
From the whole question; wch ill-stated, Swaies
Vs to our owne Affections Severall waies;
But to the Eye of Reason, (if wee must
Live vnder Power) all Power is Equall Iust.

Man is a kind of Sea-weed (if we may
Run to the Simile, the World, a Sea;)
Wee lye weake Spriggs, wch vpon water floate;
Osyers, in Ayre, but Corrall at the Root;
Empire low-firm'd, a Plant congeal'd, a Rocke
Torne vp, a Babble, or a whistle-Stalke;
The large Amphibion now resolv'd is hung;
To make proud females was our wonder long.

Empire & State, the formes of Government,
The Originall of Power, & the Discent,
Are now but Easie Problemes; a Discourse
For vnconcernéd Woemen; or what's worse
Taught Children quarrell Crown's; & can declaime
Power, wth their Spoone-meat, vnder any Name;
Can tumble Iunius Brutus, & conferre
The Phillipicks, with all our moderne Stirre;
And can name Oligarchy, wth more Ease
Then a Loome-flitter, can Church Hierarchies;
Such Definitions wth their Milke; & prove
Authority, to what their Mothers Love;
And See the Reason, ere they well can prate;
Who Rules the House, to Them governs ye State.

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For my owne part, I love a Woeman Witt
As a Tam'd Hare, that Strikes a Drūming fitt;
Or the cag'd Squirrell, wth a Iing of Bells;
Mechanicke Entertaine! & the face Sells
Sometimes at better Rate, where they can top
The Cōmers; wth the Tangle of the Shop;
But whither Toothéd, run I, in mistake?
May the Sex live long flatter'd, for his Sake;
Who put the Witt vpon 'em, for a Boast,
And got his End, Such Labour, never Lost.
Draw out ye Scheme; take ye Ascendent right,
Iupiter; Venus lost, vnto our Sight;
And then read on; wee've whirl'd the Pin of State
Fraile Axis; & See Power, not Constellate;
Cæsar, (noe starre within our Region knowne,
Trust in a knott, of Tullie's mourning Gowne)
Is but a Wild-fire, to wast Senate Raggs,
And silence Cato, whose too bitter braggs
Of Libertie, Chain'd others, in the Quest,
And lost his owne; by a new Power opprest.

The Slumbers of our Age, (if we could tell
Them out, broad-wakeing), ancient Dreams reveale;
If Life be little more, 'tis fond expence
To hang vp State, fring'd with a Reverence
For better Curtains; & wrought Pillow's bring
Pownc'd Law, Stitched Cōmon-wealth, & purled King;
More trouble to our Rest, lye downe & Sleepe
The Folly out, wch others Laugh, or Weepe.

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Idyll 5.

If yet an Easie and familiar Draught
Of things be plaine enough, to Speake our Thought,
Well may he fare, whose Candor will Admit,
Our meaning; though he see not, where wee hitt;
The happie Age, has teem'd, & brought a new
Race of Discerners; can be wise, as you;
Can Squeeze an Author, wth a Ioynt; & raise
In Sea's of Præiudice, Mountains of Praise,
By an Imposeing Faith; an Easie Smile
Argues the Ieast; the frowne a Deeper Stile;
And your Attention clawes the Humor, to
A Shrugge; then pause, & Descant as you goe.

Had wee not layd it right, from instances,
(And led them on by Things) wch they may Gvesse
Not easie to another; a fitt Straine
To venture on,) they'd Sent vs home againe.

As I'me an honest man, I thought, I'de past
His censure, with Applause; & now, at last
(Sprung-gvilty) he considers, what wee meant
To vse him thus, & Spoyle his Complement;
He slips to his State-forme; & Calls his Eyes
To Councell, ere he Doome ours Levities;
Then with the promist White-Staffe of his Place
He threatens Poetry, like a Strange Face;
The Doore of his Discretion opens but
To very few; indeed Witt, Still Sitts out
Lac'd, his familiar freind; & perfumes, peirce
His Braines; caught more by ye Nose & Eyes, then Ears;

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Yet, if a politicke Whisper, beat an Ayre
Vpon his Perucke, he Accosts you bare;
And gives a formall greeting's cautious Hum
To but Name Machiavel; only for Some
Slipt lines, troubles his Conscience; for the fine
Thing, he would be thought, noe ord'nary Devine;
He takes Du Plessis, as his Accidence;
And reads his meaning, though but Spell his French;
The Title, contra missam, hangs his meere
Mouth-Dagger; then I hope you need not feare
Him Orthodoxe, thus weapon'd; for his Sheild
He takes vp Hooker, which he cannot weild;
Rather then want a Target, Perkins Tents
Are Search't vp, for Left-handed Implements;
And fitt him right; or if he chance to feele
Himselfe at worse, with Gerson, he can wheele;
He whips Socinus, Atheist, in his Name
But Cōmends Chillingsworth, lest he Disclaime
Acquaintance, wth Some Persons; that ye word
And his Religion's pinn'd vpon My Lord;
He loves the fatt Presbitery, & Cites
Authenticke Prinne; vnto the Rabbi, writes
Propheticke Dreames; & measures not ye Church
Steeple, by Calvin's Nose, nor's Mouth ye Porch;
Yet not to Suffer in a Dangerous Time
Noe Name affrights him; hee'le as eas'ly clime
The Independent ladder, & at toppe
Grinns, an old Ape to every Eye lookes vp;
Chuses his Name, new-Syllabled to amaze

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Some weaker Brother, tir'd in Steps of Grace;
He admires Goshen (better fed then taught)
He takes the Wildernes, with those who Sought
Farre Canaan, but Manna falls soe Scant,
Faces about; hee's now a Protestant,
But lest Religion too much wrong his breeding,
And Revealations take him from his reading;
He comes, the moderne entertains, by Roat;
Takes from Illustre Bassa, Don Quixot;
These passe him, wth the Ladies; where hee'le lard
It Better Langvages, anything that's hard;
He smacks at everie Science; & præscribes
Rules as he had Quarter'd 'em, into Tribes;
Only poore Poesie, affronts him; 'tis
Too Saucy; & the Worthy, to be Wise,
Neglect it; Solid Prose! his owne Discourse
(For he that meanes) Subdues a mind of force.
I'me soe content, & he; we're parted thus
Though hardly freinds; both pleas'd; this tyrānous
Insulter over Manners, would Surprise
Witt Tappast, a Live Quarrey; we're as wise
And Iealous as himselfe; for ere he trace
Vs lodg'd, we're vp, to lead him a new Chace.

Nor blame this Satire, if darke Sava creepe
Into the Danub, and his Colour keepe
Makeing one Current, through the middle Streame;
Allow this Earthy Wave, within the Name
Of our Designe, a quickspring broke of Late
Into the Channell; & runs on with State;

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Now gather in the Odds; Caligula
At Checkstones; & let Xerxes whip the Sea;
Hellespont trembles; as rough Adria, may
Combe her Hair smoother, on ye Wedding Day,
And Smile for Superstition; till the Last
Of Moonéd Gallyes, force her, from her Trust;
The Earth and Sea, are vassal'd; Dædalus
Yet impe out Power; (if 't wer not ominous!)
Stay thy mechanicke hand; patch't vp of late
She flyes; an Eagle flutter'd as a Batt;
The melting Ceruse, Shrinks; Stript Porcupine
May to an Vrchin, of his wants complaine;
Well-thatcht, gainst Winter's Stormes; poore Innocence
Lyes in a Hole, & tumbles Crabbs; yt Prince
Forrageth Snow, & with his Bloodie feet
Betrayes his Gvilt; ye hunters Chase him yet.

If now a Sober Madnes, may become
Witt; (for all Witt is Madnes vnto some)
Let's Sift the World; & bate yt Proverbe's force,
In Meale, not Mealy-mouth'd; but throw yt Course
Branne, with the Swill of Humors, a Mash made
For Sickly Tirants; when the Steddy head
Surveighs himselfe, Hee reasonably Contemn's
All Power, but hates it most in the extream's.
Nature workes nothing but by perfect Rules;
Wee make her Whirligig, & Sport for Fooles;
And Bladder out her Shell, wth the vaine Breath
Of notions, madly form'd; as wer't a faith—
Cognizance, in Blue-Coat-Philosophy

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To prevent her Impossibilitie;
Lest the dire vacuum seize her, Every Mouth
Adds, to the Timpany; & the world Slow'th,
Readie to take the Fillup of a Hand
Must cure her Dropsie; make vs vnderstand
The Error, of our Cure, & draw vs in
To Science, by destruction; wee begin
(Sicke Sinners All) but truly then to Live
When we may live noe longer; I beleive
As God bequeath'd an order to the frame
Of his Creation, & to everie Name
Conferr'd an vse; Man, (ye ill Steward) rack't
The Farme; & double-rented we must tak't
At Second Hand; well if we can advance
With Sweat, rent, for our Inheritance.

The Earth rūns in one Tenure, & we but
Prevent Repeals; Villainage is the Lott;
Tempted with Golden Pills, to tear his Gutts;
And Groanes, State Phisicke, in ye Part; nor Shutts
Nor opens, but knotts vp ye Illiacke Strings;
The Base, strikes flatt, ore the Shrunk Minikins;
How farre from ye first Harmony! a Power
(Impatient in the Tuneing) with a Sower
Rage, will admitt noe tryall, to the Worke
Of Symphony; but as ye thick-Scull'd Turke
(While wee Squeeze notes, & Scrue to reach concent)
It baffles vs, wth our owne Instrument;
Are we not soe well-payd, if when we shall
Trouble such Ears, vpon our owne it fall?

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For my part (others may arrest ye Orbes
And fiddle Nature, to their owne fraile Chords
From Gāmut Earth, notes above Ela Ayre;
And Chant their Song, of Soveraigntie there)
I'me better pleas'd to run ye Medley out
Varietie, & gvess at what I thought,
Then thinke what others Gvess; Mankind to Mee
Is an Imposture All; & when I See
Taught Policy creep whineing to Advance
Inspir'd with England & sleep, Spaine or France,
Like Elephants instructed; I am Sicke
Of my expence ere he have Show'd the Tricke.
Hey! for ye King, Lye close, ye Cōmonwealth
Hee's ore your Shoulders ere you turne yor selfe;
Spin out ye Alphabet, & he will Stop
When ere you pause; & give a double Choppe
On the Mouth-fitting Vowel; with your Eye
Hee can bend Excellence, or Kneele Maiestie;
His temper'd Earth, whips (as you Agitate
The Ayre) to Either Magnes, This, or That;
Heare him againe, he hangs; as, if you will
You may thinke Mahomet soe pendent Still.

Well! 'tis an odde fine Cheat; & (wer't not made
From the first Misterie, a Cōmon Trade;)
It might become a Science; & perhaps
(Now Letters ruin'd) it may take the Lapse
At an Advantage; & sett vp free Schoole
To the next Age; who knowes? a Cōmenc't Foole
Is a Dull Afse; & cannot wring the Tith's

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Out with his Pains, nor hardly wth his Wife's;
This shall not need; if Buffe & a Bold Face
Be not perswasive, more then Syrplesse was,
I have noe Skill, in Kersey-Hose; you thinke
I ramble; but I'me Chary of my Inke
And thriftily propose lanke Arguments
For you to ravell; Thrumbs of Discontents:
From the large Webbe of Care; if you be Wise
Trafficke in Small Things; nothing lost, t'advise
You to a thriveing Course; knitt vp the Shredds,
And Sell by Pennieworths, what bolder Heads
Rate at a Crowne; if yet their venture, brought
The returne promis't, 't had beene worth their thought
Th' Emprovement, of a Stocke, when Ends set vp
A Walking-Box, a well-clad Tissue-Shop;
But if the Glory of their Merchandize
Yet vnder Hatches, a Raw adventure Lyes;
And the rude wave of Chance, returne 'em in
Bankrupt at last; to the Old Trade agen;
May they gaine Credit, & assay once more
Th' America they long'd to touch before;
And bring that Bird of Paradice (the Light-
Hope of their voyage) Libertie, to Sight;
The Dead Name, & the Purple Feather, runs
Current exchange; to their Demand of Crowns.

'Tis Doubtfull where that locall Paradice
Was vpon Earth; & our Lost Liberties
Are lock't soe farre to Seeke, the fierie Sword
Must first fall to the Scabbard of his word

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Who will vnsheathe it; ere we can expect
T'enioy this obiect of the Intellect.
When Red Earth, readmitted, Shall be led
Thorow the Garden, & noe Tree forbid;
The fruit of Error, lost or left behind
And the Sixth Dayes worke, vnto Sabbath ioyn'd.

L' Envoy.

The near-tir'd Pilgrim (whose high Pietie
Wings Earth, Grand Chimist, in Divinitie;
Exalted Man! not when he from the Hill
May veiw faire Solima, but when his will
(The Mountaine of his Flesh) is trodden downe
And gives him Prospect, to Devotion,
The holy Citty of the East; soe gladds
Himselfe, & kneels; as wee, whose Passion wades
T'Attend his Vertue, through the barren Sands;
Proud Libanus (whose heavie Cædars, from
Collateral Lines have planted Christendome)
Now past with many feet; Our Iourney ends
At Salem, that hard Step; ye worst way Spends
With Resolution in our Toyle; but when
Wee tread the Easie Flatt, wee're lazy then.

Now bath, in Lethe-Iordan; of a Power
'Bove other waters, made to cleanse this Sore;
Th' Old tumor'd Leprosie! the fatall Shirt!
Dire Nessus Blood! or Naaman's drye Dirt!
Forget the Sirian Streames; Lost Paradice;
Damascus, has no other waters of that Price;
Euphrates Sweet, nor Gidd Tigris laves

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Th' Imagin'd garden with such wholesome Waves;
Their vertue long since lost; & ev'n in their Mudd
But Soap's our Gvilt, to seeke another Flood;
Tread deep; lay in thy Shoulders; doe not feare
These waters, more then Oyle enrich thy Haire.
Strike through ye Waves, & cleanséd, set thy foot
On further Side; thy Follyes, all forgot;
Enioy thy Seekings, in a Trance of Rest;
Death, Liberty, & all what Folly gvest,
Plausible, left behind; the world soe quitt
Envies thee nothing, & thou dread'st it.

Then be it as it may; where only Truth
Is Center'd, Peace, can be; & he pursu'th
The Meteor of his Braine, who doth Contend
Libertie, ere he have attain'd, the End.

The Designe.

The Curtaine open'd, gives our Hand
(At Second Hand) thus to your Eye;
One Obiect in varietie,
One Sūm'd draught doth before you Stand:
Weigh the whole proiect first; & though you want
Iudgment, or Rule
Like Children, love the Rabble for the Paint,
And Speake at least your Selfe to be noe Foole;
Kings are the Subiect, you may slight
It meerlie, as a Tumor'd Rage
In Fancie; but the Critick Age,
Loves it with Deare Delight;
And Colours to the Life, our paines, in Black & white.

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The Colouringe.

But have we yet noe other Thing?
Is Inke, & Paper all our Shop?
Come! y'are a freind, Bright as your Hope,
Clad Royallie; behold a King!
My over hast, or some vnruly Hand
Has soyl'd the Grace
Of what I meant to make you vnderstand;
The Purple's Blue & Gold, but Ochar Lace;
Vertue in Princes (their best Clothes)
Vilely setts off, at vnder-rate;
A new-trim'd Medley, Motley State
(Yet fresh in Oyle & Oaths)
Worth the engagements here; marke how ye shadow show's.

The Shadow

Thus to your Eye; for your mistake,
And Iudge it by halfe-light; 'tis here
Worthy your Pain's (vnles we erre)
And your Discretion; See! the Blacke
Steales through all mixture, to his opposite;
The Fountaine Shells
Of Art well-Temper'd, thus themselves vnite;
For 't wer a Gaudie Leape, & nothing Else
To lay a Blue, a Red, or Greene
Vpon a Ribband, or a Suit,
Or Daube, (as you have seene)
A Face; or as our Eyes were out,
Drop others in; & want, the life of Shadow to't.

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Proportion.

Yet a Remove; though May may boast
To all the yeare; & Nature gives
Faint Art, Full Coppie, from ye Lives
Of fflowers, provided at her Cost;
Yet our lov'd May (wch we would gladly Draw
Vnto his Name,
Vp to her Wealth; & teach her Roses grow
Knitt with bright Lillyes, to his Fate, & Fame,)
Is but the Glosse; Proportion
Is the best Fruit, which Art may carry:
View him by Lines; & when you h' done
Though some apparent Fretts may vary
The Pourtraiture; 't may stand for Charles as well as Harry.

The Landskip.

But heres the Peice, made vp to Sell;
Our mercenarie Pencill, drew
It to the Age's Fancie New;
The Atlanticke Groves, where Shaddowes Dwell;
Fame, a peircht Phaisænt & the Quest of Kings,
Keepes her at Bay;
Vnkennell'd Fury (deep-mouth'd) rings
Liberty lodg'd; & Chas'd it quite away.
Call this the Wild of Fancy; See
The Throne is Seiz'd; Sedition treads
Downe Truth: & all the Loyall Heads
Were worth a Hand, in Charnells bee;
The Rest, are Spīninge hopes, each in his Chosen Tree.

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The Ceremonie.

Now lead the way; 'tis more then Time
New obiects fill your wearied Eies;
Poore I (condemn'd to Sacrifice
My breath, in a meer vseless Rhime;
Vnto the honor of my Master who
Yet knows noe Rest)
In yond Darke Willow, hide my lab'ring Brow,
Till he by Conquest, may enlarge my Breast,
And to his trivmph, teach my verse
Accents ela-ted to the Sharpe
Clangor of Warre; My Solemne Harpe
Meanewhile I take; for Iealous Ears
Allow noe louder notes; still open to their Feares.

C'est assez.

Vpon the Reading: a Booke, called the Life of Periskirus.

These lines were writ by G: D: Esq.

Not Borne nor Bred to Studies soe Sublime,
Wee vent our traffique in regardless Rhyme;
But love, our verses, ('bove their merit) when
They worthily Celebrate, Worthy Men;

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Big Glory, Speake it out; for Pride becomes
Iust Truth, an humble Off'ring, at such Tombes.

Drawne from a Noble Ancestry; Sustain'd
By vertue, Glorious; but these scarcely stand
Our owne to boast; Derivatively, Wee
Claime but from Cleare Names, of a Pedigree.

But had not Antique Rome, nor glorious fame
From Pisa, giv'n the great Fabrician Name;
Had there noe statues beene, wch later France
Can Witness; This, one single, might advance
Himselfe Illustrious; for All, Iust or Wise;
Learned, Religious, Good, were his Allyes.
Not to be Lord of Pieresk, nor the Chaire
At Aix, Ennoble him; nor Beaugensier;
His Titles, vpon firmer Basis went;
Vertue's Support, Learning's best Ornament;
The Soule of Science, Edge of Industry,
The Boast of Nature, in Humanitie.

What wonders has he done? ye Copious East
Ransack'd, & ioyn'd to ye Redundant West;
(Confuteing Ignorance,) Heaven's Motion
In his owne Orbe; the East & West but One;
What Rarityes! what Cost! what paines! what Price!
Has he forborne! & from his owne Supplies;
Hee vnlock't the Vatican; & from himselfe
Could adde to the whole frame in Every Shelfe;
Medalls & Antique Charts, not vnderstood,
To him were plaine, from him approvéd good.

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What his acquaintance was, wee should not boast;
The Learnéd world allowes them, Learnéd most;
Few Names of Many serves; Great Scaliger
And Grotious; with him who held the Chaire
Pontificate, at Rome; whose Name (how ere
The Rest Mis-suite) lives to his Character,
Vrbanus; Scarce a Name, in that high Court
But for some Learninge, owed Fabricius for 't.

I am not Eas'ly led; & I had slept
In Ignorance; had not Gassendus stept
To light this Torch, from whence each may take light
For his owne Sphere, to make the whole Orbe bright;
Some Glimmer, Some maintaine a radiant fire
'Tis fit what they may Praise, that I admire.

Vpon the Excellent Poems of Mr. George Herbert.

Lord! yet How dull am I?
When I would flye;
Vp to the Region of thy Glories; where
Only true formes appeare;
My long-brail'd! Pineons, Clumsie, & vnapt
I cannot Spread;

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I am all dullnes; I was Shap't
Only to flutter, in the lower Shrubs
Of Earth-borne follies; out alas!
When I would tread
A higher Step, ten thousand, thousand rubs
Prevent my Pace.
This happie Larke, wth humble Honour, I
Admire & Praise;
But when I raise
My Selfe, I fall asham'd, to see him flye.
The Royall Prophet, in his Extasie
First trod this Path;
Hee followes nere; I will not say how nigh,
In flight as well as faith;
Let mee asham'd, creepe back into my Shell,
And humbly listen to his Layes;
'Tis Preiudice, what I intended Praise;
As where they fall soe low, all words are still.
Our vntun'd Liricks, only fitt
To Sing our Selfe-borne Cares,
Dare not of him; or had wee witt;
Where might wee find out Eares
Worthy his Character, if wee may bring
Our Accent to his Name?
This Stand; of Liricks, Hee the vtmost fame
Has gain'd; & now they vaile to heare him Sing,
Horace in voice, & Cassimire in wing.

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An Occasionall reflection

Martij 26: 1653:

Brought to ye Barre; Condemnd; but yet my God
My gratious God,
Vnsaid vnsought to, by a blushles wretch
Hardned in Sinnings grants a glad repreive:
The next Assize I'me quitt; I freely live,
Alas too free; fresh Crimes; new fetters fetch,
And I am Gaol'd by Sin;
My God agen, agen
Enlargith me; his Clemencyes Surround
Mee all; his mercyes ev'n my hopes confound;
Not Seaven times freed; but I had pardon given
T'astonish faith, ev'n Seventy times yt Seaven;
Yet not enough, for yet I doe offend;
But ah his mercyes never end;
What shall I doe dread Lord; for thou hast done
To my vndoing more & more;
I dare not hope thy mercyes Still, for one
Soe often lost before
Sav'd by thy hand, wch alone Saves from death;
Dead wth ye Terror of relapsing crimes;

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What may I doe oh God? my grounded faith
Fayles to thy mercy vrg'd soe many Times;
Nor faith, nor hope: Dread Lord what shall I doe?
I'le call ye hills to hide
My Caitive face; for ah I dare not Show
It ever to be tryed
By Thee againe; thy flameing Iustice burnes
My bowells vp, & grates my bones;
My hart is horror, all my Spirritt mournes;
Death & destructions
Attend my Sleeping browes & waking Eyes;
Lost in ye grave of Sin for many dayes;
A Stinking carcasse buried; many wayes
And many times, thy mercyes Still Surprise
Me; & now dead, thy mercye, bidds me rise.
I run to meet thy Love; that I may move
Not all vnworthy, Strike me through wth Love;
That I may love ye Lover, and emprove
Lost faith & hope departed, in that Love;
For Love is all.

Finis.

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[Man yet a Stranger from ye Africke Side]

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The following scarcely legible or intelligible lines close the MS.:—

Man yet a Stranger from ye Africke Side
Invades ye fallen Europe of his will
And hopes to Conquer, conquering Slaves beside;
Or langvishing lyes still
Where ther by our home Gartage themselves betraid,
Or lazy, lost wthin our owne lusts, tread
A Countermase, & ye Subdued our fields invade.

FINIS.