The Wisdome of Solomon Paraphrased Written by Thomas Middleton |
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Chapter XIX.
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Chapter XIX.
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Chapter XIX.
Uerse 1 2
Avant destroier with thy hungry iawes,
Thy thirsty heart, thy longing ashie bones,
The righteous liue, they be not in thy lawes,
Nor subiects to thy deepe oppressing mones.
Let it suffice that we haue seene thy show,
And tasted but the shadow of thy woe.
Thy thirsty heart, thy longing ashie bones,
The righteous liue, they be not in thy lawes,
Nor subiects to thy deepe oppressing mones.
Let it suffice that we haue seene thy show,
And tasted but the shadow of thy woe.
Yet stay and bring thy empty car againe,
More ashie vessells do attend thy pace,
More passengers expect thy comming waine,
More groaning pilgrimes long to see thy face:
Wrath now attends the passage of misdeeds,
And thou shalt still be stor'd with soules that bleeds.
More ashie vessells do attend thy pace,
More passengers expect thy comming waine,
More groaning pilgrimes long to see thy face:
Wrath now attends the passage of misdeeds,
And thou shalt still be stor'd with soules that bleeds.
Verse 3
Some lie halfe dead, while others dig their graues,
With weake-forst teares, to moyst a long-drie ground
But teares on teares, in time will make whole waues,
To bury sin with ouerwhelming sound:
Their eies for mattocks serue, their teares for spades,
And they them selues, are sextons by their trades.
With weake-forst teares, to moyst a long-drie ground
But teares on teares, in time will make whole waues,
To bury sin with ouerwhelming sound:
Their eies for mattocks serue, their teares for spades,
And they them selues, are sextons by their trades.
What is their fee? lament, their paiment? woe,
Their labour? waile, their practise? miserie,
And can their conscience serue to labour so,
Yes, yes, because it helpeth villanie:
Though eies did stand in teares, and teares in eyes,
They did another folishnes deuise.
Their labour? waile, their practise? miserie,
And can their conscience serue to labour so,
Yes, yes, because it helpeth villanie:
Though eies did stand in teares, and teares in eyes,
They did another folishnes deuise.
Uer. 4 5
So that what praier did, sin did vnd oe,
And what the eies did win the heart did loose,
Whom vertue reconcilde, vice did forgoe,
Whom vertue did forgoe, that vice did choose:
Oh had their hearts beene iust, eyes had bin winners
Their eyes were iust, but hearts new sins beginners.
And what the eies did win the heart did loose,
Whom vertue reconcilde, vice did forgoe,
Whom vertue did forgoe, that vice did choose:
Oh had their hearts beene iust, eyes had bin winners
Their eyes were iust, but hearts new sins beginners.
They digd true graues with eyes, but not with hearts,
Repentance in their face, vice in their thought,
Their deluing eies did take the Sextons partes,
The heart vndid the labour which eies wrought:
A new strange death was portion for their toyle,
While vertue sate as iudge to end the broyle.
Repentance in their face, vice in their thought,
Their deluing eies did take the Sextons partes,
The heart vndid the labour which eies wrought:
A new strange death was portion for their toyle,
While vertue sate as iudge to end the broyle.
Ver. 6
Had tongue bin ioynde with eies, tong had not strai'd,
Had eyes bin ioyn'd to heart, heart then had seene,
But oh, in wanting eye-sight it betrai'd,
The dungeon of misdeeds where it had beene:
So, many liuing in this orbe of woe,
Haue heau'd-vp eyes, but yet their hearts are low.
Had eyes bin ioyn'd to heart, heart then had seene,
But oh, in wanting eye-sight it betrai'd,
The dungeon of misdeeds where it had beene:
So, many liuing in this orbe of woe,
Haue heau'd-vp eyes, but yet their hearts are low.
This chaunge of sin, did make a chaunge of feature,
A new strange death, a misery vntoulde,
A new reforme of every olde-new creature,
New seruing offices, which time made olde:
New liuing vertue, from an olde dead sin,
Which ends in ill what doth in good begin.
A new strange death, a misery vntoulde,
A new reforme of every olde-new creature,
New seruing offices, which time made olde:
New liuing vertue, from an olde dead sin,
Which ends in ill what doth in good begin.
Uer. 7
When death did reape the haruest of despight,
The wicked eares of sin, and mischiefes seed,
Filling the mansion of eternall night,
With heauy-leaden clods of sinfull breed:
Life sowde the plants of immortalitie,
To welcome olde-made new felicity.
The wicked eares of sin, and mischiefes seed,
Filling the mansion of eternall night,
With heauy-leaden clods of sinfull breed:
Life sowde the plants of immortalitie,
To welcome olde-made new felicity.
The clouds, the gloomy curtaines of the aire,
Drawne and redrawne with the foure-winged winds,
Made all of borrowed vapours, darkesome faire;
Did ouershade their tents, which vertue findes,
The red seas deepe, was made a drie trod way,
Without impediment, or stop, or stay.
Drawne and redrawne with the foure-winged winds,
Made all of borrowed vapours, darkesome faire;
Did ouershade their tents, which vertue findes,
The red seas deepe, was made a drie trod way,
Without impediment, or stop, or stay.
Uer. 8 9
The thirsty windes with ouertoyling puffes,
Did drinke the ruddy-oceans water drie,
Tearing the Zones hot-cold, whole-ragged ruffes,
With ruffling conflicts in the field of skie:
So, that drie earth did take wet waters place,
With sandy mantle, and hard grounded face.
Did drinke the ruddy-oceans water drie,
Tearing the Zones hot-cold, whole-ragged ruffes,
With ruffling conflicts in the field of skie:
So, that drie earth did take wet waters place,
With sandy mantle, and hard grounded face.
That way which neuer was a way before,
Is now a troden path, which was vntrod,
Through which the people went, as on a shoare,
Defended by the stretcht-out arme of God:
Praising his wondrous workes, his mighty hand,
Making the land of sea, the sea of land.
Is now a troden path, which was vntrod,
Through which the people went, as on a shoare,
Defended by the stretcht-out arme of God:
Praising his wondrous workes, his mighty hand,
Making the land of sea, the sea of land.
Ver. 10
That breast where anger slept, is mercies bed,
That breast where mercy wakes is angers caue;
When mercie liues, then Nemesis is dead,
And one for eithers coarse makes others graue:
Hate furrowes vp a graue, to bury loue,
And loue doth presse downe hate, it cannot moue.
That breast where mercy wakes is angers caue;
When mercie liues, then Nemesis is dead,
And one for eithers coarse makes others graue:
Hate furrowes vp a graue, to bury loue,
And loue doth presse downe hate, it cannot moue.
This breast is God, which euer wakes in both,
Anger is his reuenge, mercy his loue,
He sent them flies in steade of cattels growth,
And multitudes of frogges for fishes stroue:
Here was his anger shewne, and his remorse,
When hee did make dry land of water course.
Anger is his reuenge, mercy his loue,
He sent them flies in steade of cattels growth,
And multitudes of frogges for fishes stroue:
Here was his anger shewne, and his remorse,
When hee did make dry land of water course.
Uer. 11
The sequele prooues what actor is the chiefe,
All things beginning knowes, but none their end,
The sequele vnto mirth, is weeping griefe,
As doth mishaps with happinesse contend:
For both are agents in this orbe of weeping,
And one doth wake, when other falles a sleeping.
All things beginning knowes, but none their end,
The sequele vnto mirth, is weeping griefe,
As doth mishaps with happinesse contend:
For both are agents in this orbe of weeping,
And one doth wake, when other falles a sleeping.
Yet, should mans eies pay tribute euery hower,
With tributarie teares to sorrowes shrine,
He would all drowne himselfe with his owne shower
And neuer finde the leafe of mercies line:
They in Gods anger wailde, in his loue ioyd,
Their loue brought lust, ere loue had lust destroyd.
With tributarie teares to sorrowes shrine,
He would all drowne himselfe with his owne shower
And neuer finde the leafe of mercies line:
They in Gods anger wailde, in his loue ioyd,
Their loue brought lust, ere loue had lust destroyd.
Uer. 12
The sun of ioy dride vp their teare-wet eies,
And sate as Lord vpon their sobbing hart,
For when one comfort liues, one sorrow dies,
Or ends in mirth what it begunne in smart:
What greater griefe than hunger-starued moode?
What greater mirth than satisfying foode?
And sate as Lord vpon their sobbing hart,
For when one comfort liues, one sorrow dies,
Or ends in mirth what it begunne in smart:
What greater griefe than hunger-starued moode?
What greater mirth than satisfying foode?
Quailes from the fishy bosome of the sea,
Came to their comforts which were liuing starude,
But punishments fell in the sinners way,
Sent downe by thunderbolts which they deserude:
Sin-fed these sinners were, hate cherished,
According vnto both they perished.
Came to their comforts which were liuing starude,
But punishments fell in the sinners way,
Sent downe by thunderbolts which they deserude:
Sin-fed these sinners were, hate cherished,
According vnto both they perished.
Uer. 13
Sin-fed, because their food was seed of sins,
And bred new sin with olde-digested meate,
Hate cherished, in being hatreds twins,
And sucking cruelty from tygers teate:
Was it not sin to erre and goe astray?
Was it not hate to stop a strangers way?
And bred new sin with olde-digested meate,
Hate cherished, in being hatreds twins,
And sucking cruelty from tygers teate:
Was it not sin to erre and goe astray?
Was it not hate to stop a strangers way?
Was it not sin to see, and not to know?
Was it not sin to knowe, and not receiue?
Was it not hate to be a strangers foe,
And make them captiues which did them releeue?
Yes, it was greatest sin first for to leaue them,
And it was greatest hate last to deceiue them.
Was it not sin to knowe, and not receiue?
Was it not hate to be a strangers foe,
And make them captiues which did them releeue?
Yes, it was greatest sin first for to leaue them,
And it was greatest hate last to deceiue them.
Ver. 14
Oh hungry Canniballes which know no fill,
But still do staruing feed, and feeding starue,
How could you so deceiue? how could you spill
Their louing selues, which did your selues preserue?
Why did you sucke your pellican to death,
Which fed you too too wel with his owne breath?
But still do staruing feed, and feeding starue,
How could you so deceiue? how could you spill
Their louing selues, which did your selues preserue?
Why did you sucke your pellican to death,
Which fed you too too wel with his owne breath?
Oh say that cruelty can haue no lawe,
And then you speake with a milde-cruel tongue,
Or say that auarice lodgde in your iawe,
And then you do your selues but little wrong:
Say what you will, for what you say is spight,
Gainst ill-come strangers which did merite right.
And then you speake with a milde-cruel tongue,
Or say that auarice lodgde in your iawe,
And then you do your selues but little wrong:
Say what you will, for what you say is spight,
Gainst ill-come strangers which did merite right.
Uer. 15
You lay in ambush, oh deceitfull snares,
Inticing baites, beguiling centinells,
You added griefe to griefe, and cares to cares,
Teares vnto weeping eies where teares did dwell:
O multitudes of sin, legions of vice,
Which thawes with sorrow sorrowes frozen ice.
Inticing baites, beguiling centinells,
You added griefe to griefe, and cares to cares,
Teares vnto weeping eies where teares did dwell:
O multitudes of sin, legions of vice,
Which thawes with sorrow sorrowes frozen ice.
A banquet was preparde, the fare, deceit,
The dishes, poyson, and the cup despight,
The table, mischiefe, and the cloth a bait,
Like spinners web t'entrap the strange flies flight:
Pleasure was strewd vpon the top of paine,
Which once digested, spread through euery vaine.
The dishes, poyson, and the cup despight,
The table, mischiefe, and the cloth a bait,
Like spinners web t'entrap the strange flies flight:
Pleasure was strewd vpon the top of paine,
Which once digested, spread through euery vaine.
Uer. 16
Oh ill conductors of misguided feete,
Into a way of death, a path of guile,
Poore pilgrimes which their owne destruction meete,
In habitations of an vnknowne Ile:
Oh had they left that broad deceiuing way,
They had beene right and neuer gone astray.
Into a way of death, a path of guile,
Poore pilgrimes which their owne destruction meete,
In habitations of an vnknowne Ile:
Oh had they left that broad deceiuing way,
They had beene right and neuer gone astray.
But marke the punishment which did ensue,
Vpon those ill-misleading villanies,
They blinded were themselues with their selfe view,
And fell into their owne made miseries:
Seeking the entrance of their dwelling places,
With blinded eies, and darke misguided faces.
Vpon those ill-misleading villanies,
They blinded were themselues with their selfe view,
And fell into their owne made miseries:
Seeking the entrance of their dwelling places,
With blinded eies, and darke misguided faces.
Ver. 17
Lo, here was snares ensnar'd, and guiles beguilde,
Deceit, deceiu'd, and mischiefe was mislead,
Eies blinded sight, and thoughts the hearts defilde,
Life liuing in aspects, was dying dead:
Eyes thought for to misleade, and were mislead:
Feete went to make mis-treads, and did mis-treade.
Deceit, deceiu'd, and mischiefe was mislead,
Eies blinded sight, and thoughts the hearts defilde,
Life liuing in aspects, was dying dead:
Eyes thought for to misleade, and were mislead:
Feete went to make mis-treads, and did mis-treade.
At this proud fall the elements were glad,
And did embrace each other with a kisse,
All things were ioyfull which before were sad,
The pilgrimes in their way, and could not misse:
As when the sound of musick, doth resound
With changing tune; so did the changed ground.
And did embrace each other with a kisse,
All things were ioyfull which before were sad,
The pilgrimes in their way, and could not misse:
As when the sound of musick, doth resound
With changing tune; so did the changed ground.
Uer. 18
The birds forsooke the ayre, the shheepe the fould,
The Eagle pitched low, the Swallow hie,
The Nightingale did sleepe and vncontrould
Forsoke the prickle of her natures eie:
The seely worme was friends with all her foes,
And suckt the dew-teares from the weeping rose.
The Eagle pitched low, the Swallow hie,
The Nightingale did sleepe and vncontrould
Forsoke the prickle of her natures eie:
The seely worme was friends with all her foes,
And suckt the dew-teares from the weeping rose.
The sparrow timde the larkes sweet melody,
The larke in silence sung a dirge of dole,
The linnet helpt the larke in malady
The swans forsooke the quire of billow-roule:
The drie-land foule, did make the sea their nest,
The wet-sea fish did make the land their rest.
The larke in silence sung a dirge of dole,
The linnet helpt the larke in malady
The swans forsooke the quire of billow-roule:
The drie-land foule, did make the sea their nest,
The wet-sea fish did make the land their rest.
Verse 19
The swans the queristers which did complaine,
In inward feeling of an outward losse,
And filde the quire of waues with lauing paine,
(Yet dauncing in their waile, with surges tosse:)
Forsooke her cradle billow-mountaine bed,
And hies her vnto land there to be fed.
In inward feeling of an outward losse,
And filde the quire of waues with lauing paine,
(Yet dauncing in their waile, with surges tosse:)
Forsooke her cradle billow-mountaine bed,
And hies her vnto land there to be fed.
Her sea-fare now is land-fare of content,
Olde change, is changed new yet all is change,
The fishes are her food, and they are sent,
Vnto drie land, to creep, to feed, to range:
Now coolest water cannot quench the fire,
But makes it proud in hottest hot desire.
Olde change, is changed new yet all is change,
The fishes are her food, and they are sent,
Vnto drie land, to creep, to feed, to range:
Now coolest water cannot quench the fire,
But makes it proud in hottest hot desire.
Uer. 20
The eu'ning of a day, is morne to night,
The eu'ning of a night is morne to day,
The one is Phœbes clime, which is pale-bright,
The other Phœbus, in more light array:
Shee maks the mountaines limp in chil-cold snowe
Hee melts their eies and makes them weep for woe.
The eu'ning of a night is morne to day,
The one is Phœbes clime, which is pale-bright,
The other Phœbus, in more light array:
Shee maks the mountaines limp in chil-cold snowe
Hee melts their eies and makes them weep for woe.
His beames ambassadors of his hot will,
Through te transparent element of aire,
Doth only his warme ambassage fulfill,
And melts the icie iaw of Phœbes heyre:
Yet those, though firie flames could not thaw cold,
Nor breake the frosty glew of winters mould.
Through te transparent element of aire,
Doth only his warme ambassage fulfill,
And melts the icie iaw of Phœbes heyre:
Yet those, though firie flames could not thaw cold,
Nor breake the frosty glew of winters mould.
Ver. 21
Here nature slue herselfe, or at the least
Did tame the passage of her hot aspects,
All things haue nature to be worst or best,
And must encline to that, which she affects:
But nature mist herselfe, in this same part,
For shee was weake, and had not natures hart.
Did tame the passage of her hot aspects,
All things haue nature to be worst or best,
And must encline to that, which she affects:
But nature mist herselfe, in this same part,
For shee was weake, and had not natures hart.
Twas God which made her weake, and makes her strong,
Resisting vice, assisting righteousnes,
Assisting, and resisting, right, and wrong,
Making this Epilogue in equallnes:
Twas God his peoples aide, their wisedomes frend,
In whom I did begin, with whom I end.
Resisting vice, assisting righteousnes,
Assisting, and resisting, right, and wrong,
Making this Epilogue in equallnes:
Twas God his peoples aide, their wisedomes frend,
In whom I did begin, with whom I end.
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