Philomythie or Philomythologie wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged |
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IVSTITIA IACOBI.
Dedicated to the graue, reuerend, and iudicious Knight, Sr. Robert Gardiner, sometime Lord Iustice of Ireland.
So many men presse now for place in State,Deseart and Worth cannot come neere the gate:
But happy were it for the State and Vs,
If we (as Rome did) sought for Curius.
There should we finde him, farre from Court, with you
Perhaps a Gardiner, or perhaps at Plow.
Yet euen the same which Pyrrhus did withstand,
Samnites, and Sabines ruld, as you Ireland.
Then should our Kings cleare Iustice shine too bright
To suffer potent wrong, cloude impotent right.
Then should this act of Iustice so aboue
All presidents, make others like it mooue.
But wretched we, whilst few the doore can passe
Of high preferment, but the Laden Asse.
DEUS VIDET.
Man, Angell, nor the Fiend of Hell,Can Mans heart see, search, and tell,
That God alone doth vnderstand,
Closing all thoughts within his hand,
He better knowes then Priest, Iudge, Scribe,
Who gaue the last cause-carrying bribe.
He sees, when sentence goes awry,
Where the hidden ground doth lie.
He knowes if it be true or no,
The doubtfull witnesse sweares vnto.
He markes the Iewrie and their leader,
And obserues the lying Pleader.
He notes the Councell what they doe,
And the Kings heart searcheth too.
[How hatefull is this silence? I haue stood]
How hatefull is this silence? I haue stood
Wishing, expecting, musing long, who wou'd
With honest thrift, this faire aduantage take
To fame himselfe for euer, and to make
This sencelesse age conceiue (perhaps commend)
The good we now enioy, not apprehend.
Time was, Kings words were like to apples, snatch'd
From t'Hesperides, so obseru'de, so watch'de.
None suffer'd to drop downe; all highly prizde
Preserued, recorded, apothegmatizde.
But now their words (though Oracles to those
Of former times, though verse vnto their prose)
Are slighted by this lip-wise age of ours;
Whose rootles knowledge bears no fruits but flow'rs.
Where is the Man whose better fate, admits
Him place, time, meanes, to heare the King of wits.
Discourse like Salomon, of euery thing,
Begot betwixt the winter and the spring?
Determine euery doubt that doth arise
Twixt heauen and earth, the idiot and the wise?
That doth for priuate vse, or publike good
Make knowne how Saba-like, he vnderstood?
And did not (like the pictures) waite for show
To fill place only, but to learne to know.
This man is yet no Courtier, or at least
No daily waiter; scarce seene at a feast.
Too poore and plaine to trauaile, and bring backe
The tongue and heart of treason; he doth lacke
A face t'outface his wants, and doth bewray
His ignorance in euery arrogant way.
He meanes good faith and speakes it, though the lip
Of censuring law, his state and body stript
Of coyne, and eares, and freedome; it's no crime,
To speake truth (he thinks) though't be out of time.
He is no chamber Traytor from hell sent,
To vndermine the Soules high Parliament.
He cannot candy poyson; wants the waies
To tickle truth to death, with her owne praise.
He dares not weare a desperate suite t'vndoe
Himselfe, a Mercer, and a Taylor too:
And then make that the preface how to aske
Towards his vnknowne losse in the last maske.
Wishing, expecting, musing long, who wou'd
To fame himselfe for euer, and to make
This sencelesse age conceiue (perhaps commend)
The good we now enioy, not apprehend.
Time was, Kings words were like to apples, snatch'd
From t'Hesperides, so obseru'de, so watch'de.
None suffer'd to drop downe; all highly prizde
Preserued, recorded, apothegmatizde.
But now their words (though Oracles to those
Of former times, though verse vnto their prose)
Are slighted by this lip-wise age of ours;
Whose rootles knowledge bears no fruits but flow'rs.
Where is the Man whose better fate, admits
Him place, time, meanes, to heare the King of wits.
Discourse like Salomon, of euery thing,
Begot betwixt the winter and the spring?
Determine euery doubt that doth arise
Twixt heauen and earth, the idiot and the wise?
That doth for priuate vse, or publike good
Make knowne how Saba-like, he vnderstood?
And did not (like the pictures) waite for show
To fill place only, but to learne to know.
This man is yet no Courtier, or at least
No daily waiter; scarce seene at a feast.
Too poore and plaine to trauaile, and bring backe
The tongue and heart of treason; he doth lacke
A face t'outface his wants, and doth bewray
His ignorance in euery arrogant way.
He meanes good faith and speakes it, though the lip
Of censuring law, his state and body stript
Of coyne, and eares, and freedome; it's no crime,
To speake truth (he thinks) though't be out of time.
To vndermine the Soules high Parliament.
He cannot candy poyson; wants the waies
To tickle truth to death, with her owne praise.
He dares not weare a desperate suite t'vndoe
Himselfe, a Mercer, and a Taylor too:
And then make that the preface how to aske
Towards his vnknowne losse in the last maske.
But such as can those Court-lie Mysteries
Want time for this. Themselues are histories
Not easely learn'd; t'will aske a perfect Man
To read them daily o're, do what he can.
And ere he learns by heart each attribute
Appropriate to the body, and the suite,
Himselfe growes old, or a new-fashion springs:
Which shifts the Scene, the forme, and face of things.
Want time for this. Themselues are histories
Not easely learn'd; t'will aske a perfect Man
To read them daily o're, do what he can.
And ere he learns by heart each attribute
Appropriate to the body, and the suite,
Himselfe growes old, or a new-fashion springs:
Which shifts the Scene, the forme, and face of things.
Thus silk-worms spend their times, & schollers too
Haue idle worke enough to turne them to.
Perhaps a paire of feete and a tongue stroue
Who should walke fastest, and most countries roue.
In fewest howers to smallest purpose; these
At length returne (their trauailes finisht) please
To publish their fond Iournall. But (alasse!)
Neither themselues, nor their huge worke can passe
Our presse vnpraisde. O Courtiers thither hie,
Gallants, Wits, Poets; Let your Muses flie
Not to reforme, or settle this light braine,
But render him more wilde. Your selues shall gaine
Much wonder by't; extol'd shall be your skill,
For writing well in ieast, in earnest ill.
Or if not this, some other witty taske
Staies your continuall leisures, and doth aske
Inke from your pens, t'asperge, deforme, defile,
States and their instruments, with libells vile.
No man must liue without your fawning praise,
Nor no man die without your round delaies.
Death maks you sport, & stroks which force the State,
Stagger and reele; your humors eleuate.
“Vice liuing, is preferd to Vertue dead,
“The present, no time els, is honored.
Haue idle worke enough to turne them to.
Perhaps a paire of feete and a tongue stroue
Who should walke fastest, and most countries roue.
In fewest howers to smallest purpose; these
At length returne (their trauailes finisht) please
To publish their fond Iournall. But (alasse!)
Neither themselues, nor their huge worke can passe
Our presse vnpraisde. O Courtiers thither hie,
Gallants, Wits, Poets; Let your Muses flie
Not to reforme, or settle this light braine,
But render him more wilde. Your selues shall gaine
Much wonder by't; extol'd shall be your skill,
For writing well in ieast, in earnest ill.
Or if not this, some other witty taske
Staies your continuall leisures, and doth aske
States and their instruments, with libells vile.
No man must liue without your fawning praise,
Nor no man die without your round delaies.
Death maks you sport, & stroks which force the State,
Stagger and reele; your humors eleuate.
“Vice liuing, is preferd to Vertue dead,
“The present, no time els, is honored.
If you attend on Kings, it's to obserue
Their imperfections, where their frailties swerue
In rash attempts or passionate words vnstaid,
From iuster rules, their intemperate bloods once laide
As if Kings were not men, weake, fraile, and poore,
Like to their Subiects, and subiected more.
As if at Rome (whether you send this newes)
All there were Saints, & your Popes Court no stewes.
As if that you a Patent had from Hell
All things to say or doe, but nothing well.
O! if you yet retaine a graine of that,
Which your high aimes would seeme to leuell at:
Or if no faith (but that you Atheists be,
And nothing but vnhallow'd Reason see)
If but a sparke of that remaine intire,
Which you seeme to monopolize (the fire
Prometheus filch'd from Ioue) let that bright flame
Kindle your zeales for selfe, kings, countries fame,
To vse those opportunities, parts, places,
Intelligences, meanes, friends, fortunes, graces,
You haue 'boue other, for the publique good,
That we may vnderstand you vnderstood.
Learne Saba-like to heare, obserue, report,
The good our Salomon speakes, doth at Court.
Not Shemei-like to slander, curse, deride,
Religions Nurse, Arts glory, vertues pride,
But you contemne my admonition. Goe
Feed fat for hell, the place you couet so.
And let my humble Muse, applaud, admire
And celebrate heauens grant to our desire.
Tell what thou seest and feel'st. Ingratitude
“Receiues, craues swallowes, a whole multitude
“Of gifts and graces, without thanks or cense,
“And with dul silence beats heau'ns blessings hence.
“It is Detraction to conceale due praise,
“When good related, might more goodnesse raise.
“It is not flattery to report truth well;
“True glasses both our faults and fauours tell.
Their imperfections, where their frailties swerue
In rash attempts or passionate words vnstaid,
From iuster rules, their intemperate bloods once laide
As if Kings were not men, weake, fraile, and poore,
Like to their Subiects, and subiected more.
As if at Rome (whether you send this newes)
All there were Saints, & your Popes Court no stewes.
As if that you a Patent had from Hell
All things to say or doe, but nothing well.
O! if you yet retaine a graine of that,
Which your high aimes would seeme to leuell at:
Or if no faith (but that you Atheists be,
And nothing but vnhallow'd Reason see)
If but a sparke of that remaine intire,
Which you seeme to monopolize (the fire
Prometheus filch'd from Ioue) let that bright flame
Kindle your zeales for selfe, kings, countries fame,
To vse those opportunities, parts, places,
Intelligences, meanes, friends, fortunes, graces,
You haue 'boue other, for the publique good,
That we may vnderstand you vnderstood.
Learne Saba-like to heare, obserue, report,
The good our Salomon speakes, doth at Court.
Religions Nurse, Arts glory, vertues pride,
But you contemne my admonition. Goe
Feed fat for hell, the place you couet so.
And let my humble Muse, applaud, admire
And celebrate heauens grant to our desire.
Tell what thou seest and feel'st. Ingratitude
“Receiues, craues swallowes, a whole multitude
“Of gifts and graces, without thanks or cense,
“And with dul silence beats heau'ns blessings hence.
“It is Detraction to conceale due praise,
“When good related, might more goodnesse raise.
“It is not flattery to report truth well;
“True glasses both our faults and fauours tell.
Here then receiue this one worke royall Iames,
Which now reflects vpon thee, and more fames
This Church and kingdom, then thy birth, crown, pen,
Or what else makes thee the good King of men.
I sing thy Iustice, whose cleere raies giues light,
To neighbour Princes in this ignorant night
Of mistie error, and corrupt Respect,
How to informe aright their intellect.
And (hauing here on earth, mongst Christian Kings
And Pagans shone) it mounts the winds swift wings
Calming the sea, bounding her ebs and tides,
And in her monthly change the moist Moone guides.
Then sores vp higher, and informes the Sunne,
How mongst the signes in an euen line to run;
How to make daies, and nights; and higher yet
Mounts, till it be in the first Mouer set.
Which now reflects vpon thee, and more fames
This Church and kingdom, then thy birth, crown, pen,
Or what else makes thee the good King of men.
I sing thy Iustice, whose cleere raies giues light,
To neighbour Princes in this ignorant night
Of mistie error, and corrupt Respect,
How to informe aright their intellect.
And (hauing here on earth, mongst Christian Kings
And Pagans shone) it mounts the winds swift wings
Calming the sea, bounding her ebs and tides,
And in her monthly change the moist Moone guides.
Then sores vp higher, and informes the Sunne,
How mongst the signes in an euen line to run;
How to make daies, and nights; and higher yet
Mounts, till it be in the first Mouer set.
Two warlike kingdomes linck't in happy peace.
When they beheld how common fewdes did cease
And saw how strongly blest that concord stands,
Where brethren ioyne first hearts, and after hands,
Resolu'd that course; turn'd matches into Maskes,
And reuelling tissues wore for massier Caskes:
Steeds traind for ready fight, learnd now to peace,
And knew no foes but Buckes and Hares; nor race
But on smooth plaines for wagers, or for sport,
Not for lou'd life; where Campes lay, lay the Court.
Keene swords that bit the bone, abated now
Kist without making skars, or help'd the plow
To draw long furrowes on the fruitfull earth,
Least Peace should (breeding teeth too fast) breed dearth.
Blunt foiles were on sharpe pointed Rapiers set,
And so Lord Sanquier and poore Turner met.
They met to play: there Sanquier lost an eie.
O Brittaine! canst thou nothing further spie,
In this then his losse? Looke vp now and see;
Securitie hath ta'ne an eye from thee.
Ill didst thou ward that blow; If sport hurt so,
O what will open force and malice do?
Thy King rides, hunts and falls. Are horses then
Turn'd traitors too? will beasts proue like to men?
Can Kings finde sportfull peace so hazardous?
To armes then Cæsar, shun the Senate house.
Like poison, ponyards, pistols, Death aboue
Attends on Princes when they feed, sleep, moue;
Beneath like powder, that the ground they tread,
Seemes all one continent, to quicke and dead.
And is't not so with others too? behold,
This silly Fencer, in his ignorance bold
Think's his submissiue sorrow will suffice
For that vnhappy thrust at Sanquiers eyes;
And begging pardon, seemes to haue it then.
What foole dares trust the vnseald words of men?
Yet Turner will. A reconciled foe
“Seemes a true friend, to him would haue him so.
He thinks (now Dunne is dead) to die in peace.
“but blood cries out for blood, and doth not cease
“Till vengeance followes. Vengeance euen at hand
Whaits like a treacherous Groome of Sanquiers; and
(When Turner nothing of his neere death thinkes,
But laughes,, & plaies, & to his deaths-man drinkes.)
Let's his charg'd pistoll flie, whose mouth spits lead
With fire-wing'd speede, striking the Fencer dead.
“No ward auoides that blow: Pale Death we see
“A fellow-gamester in all sports will be.
The Murtherers flee; Iustice pursues with speede,
Th' Abettor, Actor, Author of this deede;
Who (apprehended) apprehend too late
(If friends helpe not), the issue of their fate.
But friends will help. One steps vnto the King,
Kneeles and thus pleads. Leige Lord, you are the spring,
From whence Nobilitie flowes. And all our blood
The neerer yours it comes, the neerer good:
As you first gaue, so let your power preserue
Those that are set a part the Crowne to serue;
Others by fit election, these by fate
Are made hereditarie to the State;
Distinguish'd from the common ranke of those
Who only know they are not, when they rose.
And priuiled'ge aboue the raskall rout,
Whose words and deeds haue reference to account.
Else why did our bold fathers, with the losse,
Of lymmes and liues, honors for vs ingrosse?
O why do these new Nobles dearely buy
Those attributes for which they dare not die?
Or why should land or gold, which all things can
Be giuen for titles, if they mend not man,
And something adde besides an emptie sound,
To recompence the glosse of gold and ground?
If honour doth nought but a name afford,
A Lordship then is better then a Lord.
“Nobilitie this priuiledge doth bring,
“It makes the owner something like a king;
“Exempting him from penall lawes, which crack
“With heauy pressure the poore Commons back.
This (Sir) I speake t' excite your royall power
To rescue Noble Sanquir, who this houre
Is by the too-strick't vnrespectiue lawes
Condemn'd to die a villaines death. The cause
And quarrell this. The Barron chanc'd to play
With a rude Fencer; where both did bewray
Their best ability at Rapier foyles.
The Pencer to vphold his credit toyles,
But wanteth skill; which makes his hate arise;
And with an enuious thrust at Sanquirs eyes,
The wicked and inchanted foyle depriues
An eye of sight; worth many Fencers liues.
The suffering Lord forbeares to kill him then
But being after scorn'de by watermen,
Fidlers, and such base instruments of hell
For this foule blemish, his great heart did swell.
And (full of noble courage) loth to do
So blacke a deede himselfe, he puts it to
His mans performance, who obaide too soone,
Repentance came before the deede was done.
The equall lawes to equalls doth appoint
An eye should haue an eye, ioynt answere ioynt.
But where such oddes of persons be, I ghesse
An eye should haue a life to boote, no lesse.
Yet not on this or that doth Sanquir stand;
His death, his life, his doome is in your hand.
He doth confesse the foulnesse of his guilt:
He sorrowes for the blood that he hath spilt.
Your mercy (royall Sir) he doth implore
For this rash act, who neuer beg'd before.
When they beheld how common fewdes did cease
Where brethren ioyne first hearts, and after hands,
Resolu'd that course; turn'd matches into Maskes,
And reuelling tissues wore for massier Caskes:
Steeds traind for ready fight, learnd now to peace,
And knew no foes but Buckes and Hares; nor race
But on smooth plaines for wagers, or for sport,
Not for lou'd life; where Campes lay, lay the Court.
Keene swords that bit the bone, abated now
Kist without making skars, or help'd the plow
To draw long furrowes on the fruitfull earth,
Least Peace should (breeding teeth too fast) breed dearth.
Blunt foiles were on sharpe pointed Rapiers set,
And so Lord Sanquier and poore Turner met.
They met to play: there Sanquier lost an eie.
O Brittaine! canst thou nothing further spie,
In this then his losse? Looke vp now and see;
Securitie hath ta'ne an eye from thee.
Ill didst thou ward that blow; If sport hurt so,
O what will open force and malice do?
Thy King rides, hunts and falls. Are horses then
Turn'd traitors too? will beasts proue like to men?
Can Kings finde sportfull peace so hazardous?
To armes then Cæsar, shun the Senate house.
Like poison, ponyards, pistols, Death aboue
Attends on Princes when they feed, sleep, moue;
Beneath like powder, that the ground they tread,
Seemes all one continent, to quicke and dead.
And is't not so with others too? behold,
This silly Fencer, in his ignorance bold
Think's his submissiue sorrow will suffice
For that vnhappy thrust at Sanquiers eyes;
What foole dares trust the vnseald words of men?
Yet Turner will. A reconciled foe
“Seemes a true friend, to him would haue him so.
He thinks (now Dunne is dead) to die in peace.
“but blood cries out for blood, and doth not cease
“Till vengeance followes. Vengeance euen at hand
Whaits like a treacherous Groome of Sanquiers; and
(When Turner nothing of his neere death thinkes,
But laughes,, & plaies, & to his deaths-man drinkes.)
Let's his charg'd pistoll flie, whose mouth spits lead
With fire-wing'd speede, striking the Fencer dead.
“No ward auoides that blow: Pale Death we see
“A fellow-gamester in all sports will be.
The Murtherers flee; Iustice pursues with speede,
Th' Abettor, Actor, Author of this deede;
Who (apprehended) apprehend too late
(If friends helpe not), the issue of their fate.
But friends will help. One steps vnto the King,
Kneeles and thus pleads. Leige Lord, you are the spring,
From whence Nobilitie flowes. And all our blood
The neerer yours it comes, the neerer good:
As you first gaue, so let your power preserue
Those that are set a part the Crowne to serue;
Others by fit election, these by fate
Are made hereditarie to the State;
Distinguish'd from the common ranke of those
Who only know they are not, when they rose.
And priuiled'ge aboue the raskall rout,
Whose words and deeds haue reference to account.
Else why did our bold fathers, with the losse,
Of lymmes and liues, honors for vs ingrosse?
Those attributes for which they dare not die?
Or why should land or gold, which all things can
Be giuen for titles, if they mend not man,
And something adde besides an emptie sound,
To recompence the glosse of gold and ground?
If honour doth nought but a name afford,
A Lordship then is better then a Lord.
“Nobilitie this priuiledge doth bring,
“It makes the owner something like a king;
“Exempting him from penall lawes, which crack
“With heauy pressure the poore Commons back.
This (Sir) I speake t' excite your royall power
To rescue Noble Sanquir, who this houre
Is by the too-strick't vnrespectiue lawes
Condemn'd to die a villaines death. The cause
And quarrell this. The Barron chanc'd to play
With a rude Fencer; where both did bewray
Their best ability at Rapier foyles.
The Pencer to vphold his credit toyles,
But wanteth skill; which makes his hate arise;
And with an enuious thrust at Sanquirs eyes,
The wicked and inchanted foyle depriues
An eye of sight; worth many Fencers liues.
The suffering Lord forbeares to kill him then
But being after scorn'de by watermen,
Fidlers, and such base instruments of hell
For this foule blemish, his great heart did swell.
And (full of noble courage) loth to do
So blacke a deede himselfe, he puts it to
His mans performance, who obaide too soone,
Repentance came before the deede was done.
An eye should haue an eye, ioynt answere ioynt.
But where such oddes of persons be, I ghesse
An eye should haue a life to boote, no lesse.
Yet not on this or that doth Sanquir stand;
His death, his life, his doome is in your hand.
He doth confesse the foulnesse of his guilt:
He sorrowes for the blood that he hath spilt.
Your mercy (royall Sir) he doth implore
For this rash act, who neuer beg'd before.
Scarce had he done, and e're the king could speake,
An other thus begins. If you should wreake
Each English peasants life with bloud so hie
As noble Sanquir is, No memorie
Of your faire traine, of Natiue Scots, should stand,
To let times know the glory of that land.
Souldiers must doffe their armes, and gowns put on,
If villaines so foule may passe vpon
Lords vnreueng'de; or if those antique names,
Those honors, trophees, and eternall fames,
We got by killing many Englishmen,
Be for the death of one, thus lost agen.
If thus to quench the fewde you pleased are,
You thereby quench the heart of lawfull warre.
Remember what a souldier he hath bin;
How easly might forget it was a sinne.
And thinke he did but chastice one of those
Who 'gainst his Leader muteni'de, and rose.
Many of th' English haue been pardoned
For treasons capitall. Some honored
For their knee-seruice, and no other merit.
Then (Sir) let vs who lineally inherit
Allegeance, worth, and honours; sometime finde
You left not all your Scottish blood behinde:
Nor meane to leaue vs in the hands of those
Who kill with law more friends, then fewdes kil foes.
An other thus begins. If you should wreake
Each English peasants life with bloud so hie
As noble Sanquir is, No memorie
Of your faire traine, of Natiue Scots, should stand,
To let times know the glory of that land.
Souldiers must doffe their armes, and gowns put on,
If villaines so foule may passe vpon
Lords vnreueng'de; or if those antique names,
Those honors, trophees, and eternall fames,
We got by killing many Englishmen,
Be for the death of one, thus lost agen.
If thus to quench the fewde you pleased are,
You thereby quench the heart of lawfull warre.
Remember what a souldier he hath bin;
How easly might forget it was a sinne.
And thinke he did but chastice one of those
Who 'gainst his Leader muteni'de, and rose.
Many of th' English haue been pardoned
For treasons capitall. Some honored
For their knee-seruice, and no other merit.
Then (Sir) let vs who lineally inherit
You left not all your Scottish blood behinde:
Nor meane to leaue vs in the hands of those
Who kill with law more friends, then fewdes kil foes.
Thus ended he; And then as in a Queere
Of solemne singers, one shall euer heare
After the Trebles hath the Antheme sung,
(And their diuisions with shrill vtterance rung);
The Base, the Tenor, Counter-tenor sweet,
With Howboyes, Cornets, Trumpets, Organs meet,
And ioyne their hye-stretcht notes, that all the ring
Seemes Eccho-like, their sonnets to resing:
So did the graue and gallant troope, which stood
About the King (like a dew-dropping wood)
Conuey their powres to make this consort full
And cryed; Be stil'd King Iames the mercifull.
Or (if to satisfie the course of law,
And stop Opinions wide-gull swallowing iaw)
Life must haue life, take Carlisle, one for one,
And one to boote too; so this Lord be none.
With that (as if all aymes would this aduance)
Comes from the Regent and the King of France,
Letters, intreating for their Pensioners life;
And last, as if the difference of a wife
Should from this fact take characters, to know
A true good wife, from a good wife in show:
Comes his forsaken Lady all in blacke,
(Whose youth from him did due beneuolence lacke)
Weeping, intreating, for her lost Lords sinne,
And then like fullomes that run euer in
A baile of Gossips (some true beggars borne,
Pittying this Lord more then the Lord of Lorne)
Beg his remission with obstreperous voice:
But mongst the rest, she that made lowdest noise,
Was Turners Widdow, whose shrill throat did yell,
That she was satisfied, and all was well.
Of solemne singers, one shall euer heare
After the Trebles hath the Antheme sung,
(And their diuisions with shrill vtterance rung);
The Base, the Tenor, Counter-tenor sweet,
With Howboyes, Cornets, Trumpets, Organs meet,
And ioyne their hye-stretcht notes, that all the ring
Seemes Eccho-like, their sonnets to resing:
So did the graue and gallant troope, which stood
About the King (like a dew-dropping wood)
Conuey their powres to make this consort full
And cryed; Be stil'd King Iames the mercifull.
Or (if to satisfie the course of law,
And stop Opinions wide-gull swallowing iaw)
Life must haue life, take Carlisle, one for one,
And one to boote too; so this Lord be none.
With that (as if all aymes would this aduance)
Comes from the Regent and the King of France,
Letters, intreating for their Pensioners life;
And last, as if the difference of a wife
Should from this fact take characters, to know
A true good wife, from a good wife in show:
Comes his forsaken Lady all in blacke,
(Whose youth from him did due beneuolence lacke)
Weeping, intreating, for her lost Lords sinne,
And then like fullomes that run euer in
A baile of Gossips (some true beggars borne,
Pittying this Lord more then the Lord of Lorne)
But mongst the rest, she that made lowdest noise,
Was Turners Widdow, whose shrill throat did yell,
That she was satisfied, and all was well.
The king abhord it, and his vpright heart,
Beholding these assaults on euery part,
Made it his glory to be onely good,
And from his crowne to wipe those staines of blood.
Thus he replies: “The crowne for Iustice sake,
“Heau'n plac'd vpon our head; which none can shake
“Or touch, till with vniustice we make way,
“And (for respect) that strict rule disobay.
“God is our Guard of proofe, that we may be
“A guard to you vnpartiall, iust, and free.
“And this stands firme; If one hand goes about
“To signe a croock't line, th'other blurs it out.
Beholding these assaults on euery part,
Made it his glory to be onely good,
And from his crowne to wipe those staines of blood.
Thus he replies: “The crowne for Iustice sake,
“Heau'n plac'd vpon our head; which none can shake
“Or touch, till with vniustice we make way,
“And (for respect) that strict rule disobay.
“God is our Guard of proofe, that we may be
“A guard to you vnpartiall, iust, and free.
“And this stands firme; If one hand goes about
“To signe a croock't line, th'other blurs it out.
O magnanimitie, aboue a Man!
O Iustice more confirm'd then that which wan
Zeleuchus so much fame! Corrupt with gold
States, Courtiers, Law, or Wiues that will be sold.
Peruert with passion euery solid heart,
Moue Stoickes, or melt marble with thy Art,
Iustice sits still vntouch'd, with kingly care,
Not pardoning till true mercy bids him spare.
And then not striking, though the life he giues,
Repines, and enuies that the giuer liues.
O Iustice more confirm'd then that which wan
Zeleuchus so much fame! Corrupt with gold
States, Courtiers, Law, or Wiues that will be sold.
Peruert with passion euery solid heart,
Moue Stoickes, or melt marble with thy Art,
Iustice sits still vntouch'd, with kingly care,
Not pardoning till true mercy bids him spare.
And then not striking, though the life he giues,
Repines, and enuies that the giuer liues.
Deni'de they vanish, as the cloudes disperse,
When the hot-shining Sunne lookes red and fierce.
The law proceeds; the Actors suffer first,
A death too-good, too-bad; the best the worst.
The Author then submits him to his doome,
And dies a Catholike; That's a man of Rome.
O Rome! Liues yet that Wolfe which was thy Nurse
When (growing great) thou grewst the whole worlds curse?
May none yet leap thy wals, or leaue thy Sea
Vnslayne, though he a King and brother be?
Retain'st thou yet that sauage kinde, to pray
On the distressed flocke which shuns thy way?
Do all that sucke thy brests, for milke sucke blood?
Dare not that spring from thee die well, doe good?
Must Gibbets onely rocke them to their rest?
Doe they desire that death? become they't best?
Must Traytors, Murtherers, only be thy Saints?
Weare none white robes but such as scarlet paints?
Else why doe all euill men so soone drinke vp
The deadly lees of thy inchaunted cup?
Or why doe fooles so credit what Rome sayth,
But for they easely learne implicit faith?
When the hot-shining Sunne lookes red and fierce.
The law proceeds; the Actors suffer first,
A death too-good, too-bad; the best the worst.
The Author then submits him to his doome,
And dies a Catholike; That's a man of Rome.
When (growing great) thou grewst the whole worlds curse?
May none yet leap thy wals, or leaue thy Sea
Vnslayne, though he a King and brother be?
Retain'st thou yet that sauage kinde, to pray
On the distressed flocke which shuns thy way?
Do all that sucke thy brests, for milke sucke blood?
Dare not that spring from thee die well, doe good?
Must Gibbets onely rocke them to their rest?
Doe they desire that death? become they't best?
Must Traytors, Murtherers, only be thy Saints?
Weare none white robes but such as scarlet paints?
Else why doe all euill men so soone drinke vp
The deadly lees of thy inchaunted cup?
Or why doe fooles so credit what Rome sayth,
But for they easely learne implicit faith?
If Rome keep heauens keyes, (as 'tis out of doubt),
None dare barre Lambert, or Lord Sanquir out:
Nor neede they feare, where Iesuits haue to doe,
Garnet shall be a Saint, and Iudas too:
Their writings and examples murther teach;
They'l not condemne the doctrine which they preach.
This makes our desperate Ruffins, Romanes dye.
And our crack'd Virgins seeke a Nunnery.
None dare barre Lambert, or Lord Sanquir out:
Nor neede they feare, where Iesuits haue to doe,
Garnet shall be a Saint, and Iudas too:
Their writings and examples murther teach;
They'l not condemne the doctrine which they preach.
This makes our desperate Ruffins, Romanes dye.
And our crack'd Virgins seeke a Nunnery.
Iustice rise Lyon-like out of thy sleepe,
The Westerne Wolues worry the Irish sheepe:
And here at home thy borders swarme with those
Who doe imitate, breed, beget thee foes.
The scar thou thinkst to close, these make more wide,
“True faith vnites, but their faith doth deuide.
The Grimes are banish'd, but worse Foxes earth
In those vast places, through the Gospels dearth.
The Humour that feeds these, affects the heart,
And doth dilate it selfe through euery part
By secret influence, though it closely lurkes,
“Causes are best discouered by their workes.
“Examples though they doe no other ill,
“Rebell against the Lawes in being still.
“They count'nance giue to error, and curbe in
“Bold reprehension, making truth a sinne.
“Who hides his question'd faith he ought reueale,
“Will vtter what perhaps he should conceale.
Hunt out these Foxes then; it is a sport
Fitting a King, a Councell, and a Court.
Vse Hounds that lie not, or flie out; for such
Spend freely, sweetly, but thee ground ne're touch,
They please the eare and eye, but neuer minde
To kill the Game. Those Cubs are of their kinde.
But stay, take off, we ryot: leaue the sent:
“Plaine Truth cannot be slaine, but may be shent.
The Westerne Wolues worry the Irish sheepe:
And here at home thy borders swarme with those
Who doe imitate, breed, beget thee foes.
The scar thou thinkst to close, these make more wide,
“True faith vnites, but their faith doth deuide.
The Grimes are banish'd, but worse Foxes earth
In those vast places, through the Gospels dearth.
And doth dilate it selfe through euery part
By secret influence, though it closely lurkes,
“Causes are best discouered by their workes.
“Examples though they doe no other ill,
“Rebell against the Lawes in being still.
“They count'nance giue to error, and curbe in
“Bold reprehension, making truth a sinne.
“Who hides his question'd faith he ought reueale,
“Will vtter what perhaps he should conceale.
Hunt out these Foxes then; it is a sport
Fitting a King, a Councell, and a Court.
Vse Hounds that lie not, or flie out; for such
Spend freely, sweetly, but thee ground ne're touch,
They please the eare and eye, but neuer minde
To kill the Game. Those Cubs are of their kinde.
But stay, take off, we ryot: leaue the sent:
“Plaine Truth cannot be slaine, but may be shent.
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