Novemberis Monstrum.  
OR ROME BROUGHT TO BED IN ENGLAND. with The Whores Miscarrying.  
Made long since for the Anniversary Solemnity on the fifth day of November, In a private College at Cambridge.  
By A. B. C. D. E.  
And now by conquering importunity made public.  
For a small memorial of England's great deliverance from the Powder-Treason.  
By E. M. A. D. O. C.  Monstrum, Horrendum, Inform, Ingens, cui lumen ademptum. 
London, Printed by F. L. for john Burroughes, at the sign of the Golden Dragon in Fleetstreet. 1641.   

Frontispiece Discovered.  

THe DEVIL plots, the POPE will owen  
The JESVITE must act or none.  
One God doth SEE and SMILE, and BLAST,  
What Hell, and Rome, and all forecast.  
'Tis not the blackness of the Pit  
Can cloud this EYE from seeing it.  
'Tis not the deepness of the Pit,  
Can strain this ARM from reaching it.  
'tis not the terror of the Pit  
Can scare this SMILE from daring it.  
〈◊〉 eye can chase the thickest mist,  
●eav'ns Arm can conquer, when it list,  
One look, one touch, one Smile can quell  
The Pride and Policy of Hell;  
And l●t them yet more forces call,  
●e God will be too hard for all.   

I See  
He ●last y●  
I Smile  
Prodigy  
Tragidye  
I plot  
t●e actye  
I own    

Made long since.  
FOR THE ANNIVERSARY SOLEMNITY on the fifth day of November In a private College at Cambridge.  
By A. B. C. D. E.  
And now By conquering import 〈…〉 made public.  
For a small memorial of Engla●●● great deliveranc from the Powder-Treason.  
By E. M. A. D. O. C.  Monstrum, Horrendum, Inform, Ingens, cui lumen ademptum. 
London, Printed by F. L. for T. Slater, at the sign of the Swan in Duck-lane. 1641   

THE DEDICATORY.  

Go little Book, (my unlicked Poetry)  
And be a Patron to thyself and me,  
Shift it among the crowd, and never stay  
To dress thyself, like other trim and gay,  
●ith borrowed Titles, plucked from great Ones, who  
Are honoured by the Honour that they do,  
●eare thy own clothes, and think it more to be  
Known by thy face, then by a livery.  
●e're trust unto fond fickleness, that may  
Afford a smile at first, and then betray,  
That hiss and kill, that by embraces smother,  
With one hand take, and throw away with th' other,  
That ow'n a Book, because the 〈◊〉 owns them,  
Or else they'd never ow'n the Book again,  
Let those that can warp Conscience in a strain  
And count it but a Poets Spencer vein  
To fawn and flatter, and have learned to call;  
One Good, because he's Great, though worst of all;  
Let those who can weigh virtue by the pound,  
Where it is scarce by Dams and Ounces foun●  
Who make it then chief Masterpiece of wit,  
To Bankrupt Honour by out-rayling it  
Who can say I, or No, sweat, frieze, as he  
Is hot or could, who is their Deity.  
Let such Idolatours of Greatness show,  
They dare not walk abroad unless they go  
Under some He or Shee-Protection:  
My Muse shall venture in another fashion  
Make thine own licence (little one) and be  
Protection to thyself, a Pass to me.  
And let such scratching Patron-mongers know  
Thou'lt not on stilts, nor yet on Crutches go,  
On thy own feet thou'lt either run or crawl  
And if thou ● an not stand on them, thou'lt fall,  
Weigh neither smile nor frown, but when you see  
Best usage say, this shall my Patronbee:  
And as for others that disdain, say thou  
My Master owns me not, and why should you?   
Vade (nec Invideo) sine me Liber Ibis▪   

To the Reader.  

REader, go on; but first pray wash your eyes  
From Criticisine curiosities.  
Then thou mayest see the clearer, judge the better:  
●pend a licentious verdict on each letter,  
●e peremptory to condemn or praise,  
subscribe to this with boldness, and that race  
With a judicious pen, and make it fit  
For naught but Drugster's shops wast-paper it  
And spare not (Reader) if thy courtesy  
●id them peruse that, which it made thee by  
There are but two I fear, and they shall make  
My fear more careless for their empty sake  
As for the the nicer, squeasy, wanton taste  
That's always picking, but still loves to waste,  
● weigh not his court fancy: let it be  
Spent on his wanton Thais-poety.  
And for that carping rout that love to be  
Still following Momus in his livery,  
That thinks their judgements never shine, until  
They find some blots dropped from another's quill  
Let them still grin, and snarl, I'll sayno more  
Than th' Spart●n Prince to an Amhassador,  
Who being found by him sporting away  
The tedious hours of a Summer-day;  
Amongst his little children did request  
The Ambassador to let his censure rest,  
Till he had children of his own, just so  
Till thou hast something of thine own to show:  
Leave off, or if thou wilt still snarling be,  
Let me see thine, I'll do as much for Thee.    

The Introduction.  

1.  
WHere are those crystal floods, which from our eyes  
Should make a second Sea? Those briny streams,  
Which from the swelling veins of grief should rise  
And flow like surgy Neptune, when he teams  
His daily incomes to enrich his Bride,  
And still with new revenues swells his tide   

2.  
Where are those gales of sighs, a windy gale  
To drive my paper Pinnace that it may  
Mounted upon a briny ocean sail,  
And through a See of tears find out the way  
Unto the sea of Rome, and there descry  
Hell's masterpiece of hell-hatcht villainy?   

3  
There rides the whore in state, that purple whore,  
Mounted on high upon a scarlet beast;  
That man of sin, quite surfeited with gore,  
Gorged with the flesh of Saints at Pluto's feast.  
Bathed in Nectar blood, pancht with man's flesh,  
As if it were high Ioves Ambrosia dish.   

4  
Four Cardinals coupled bears him up in state,  
Lending their shoulders to support his pride,  
No less than Kings and Emperors must wait  
To hold his stirrup when he means to ride;  
And for their pains perchance shall kiss his To●  
Whether his highness do wear socks or no.   

5  
He bears his coat from truest Heraldry,  
A Lyon-Rampant in a sanguine field,  
Bulls the supporters, fit for cruelty,  
A Drago in the crest, which flames doth yield  
Belsht from sulphurous lungs into a flood;  
The word, or motto is, Nothing but blood.   

6  
His pastimes little else but cruelty,  
To murder Princes is a recreation,  
Spurning down thrones is sporting jollity,  
Nay to do all of these is true religion,  
Gives marrow to their merits, wins the prize,  
And rids them soon to heaven with easy thighs   

7  
To curse to Purgatori's but the fashion,  
And therefore 'tis a sin it should go down,  
To find out tortur's but to wrack invention,  
Worthy a Card'nalls' cap, or Friar's Crown.  
An inquisition is a mercy seat  
Pity, compared to their venom heat.   

8  
No fire burns so clear, or warms so well,  
As that, that's kindled at a stake to burn  
Whole legions of Heretics to hell,  
Who stubborn in the truth deny to turn.  
The common bonfyre of a whole nation,  
Is but a festivals right celebration.   

9  
To strangle infant Majesty before  
The cradle suffers it to wear the crown,  
And die its mantle in a purple gore,  
That it may never know a scarlet gown  
Is but true doctrine at a Councellread,  
And therefore must by them be practised.   

10  
They'll fire whole solemnities, and burn  
●he sacrificers to a sacrifice,  
Thus make the Temple but a common urn●  
To hold a quire of Martyr Saints, who dy●  
Before they die, seeing their destiny  
March towards them before it cometh nigh.   

11.  
To make of Church and people but one fire,  
(Surprising them within that sacred wall,)  
Is nothing but to kindle their desire,  
Warming their zeal lest it should faltering fall  
Into a colder chillness, and so spoil  
The blaze of their good works for want of oy●   

12.  
They whet the knife of cruelty and cut  
The tongues from living men, that they may try  
To tempt down heaven from heaven itself, & ●  
The Gods unto a miracle, if they  
Expect the praises due to Deity,  
Well warbled from a tuned fidelity.   

13.  
They dig the infant from its living grave  
(That fearless innocency, which doth lie  
Prisoned i'th' parent womb until it have  
Queen nature's mandat for its liberty.)  
And then they dandle it on a pike till it  
Fall to its first and last sleep at their feet.   

14.  
Have not you seen a fettered prisoner lose  
The burden of his shackled teathering,  
And scape his uncouth dungeon-repose,  
Only that he may be conveyed again  
Into some closer goal, where he shall lie,  
Till death his iron cables doth untie?   

15.  
● else till with the hands of justice knit  
● faster twist (made for his destiny)  
●eades him from th' prison to that place, where it  
●is soul and body must at once untie.  
Just thus the infant from its prison womb  
Is freed to be imprisoned in a tomb.   

16.  
●ut yet we're hardly half the way, put on  
●de faster in the road of cruelty,  
full see perhaps a sucking babe anon,  
●hich smiling to the mother's lullaby,  
Hangs on her melting breast, and whilst it takes  
The honey flowing from those milky lakes,   

17.  
●me fist, that's brawnd with frequent cruelly,  
●ite spoils the draught, snatching it from her breast,  
●nd to complete determined villainy  
breath the Parent for to do the rest.  
Making her turn Medea, rend and scatter  
The tender softness of that infant matter.   

18.  
● yet, o'ertake but Tiger- Nero's trains,  
●ose ten that nursed persecution,  
●st with the blood that sprang from Martyr's veins  
●u● after gave it flesh to feed upon,  
Till it outlived four ages, and did turn●  
Three hundred years into an ash-heapt urn.   

19  
Could I but speak his butcher-crueltye?  
'twould make my mouth spit blood at every word  
Blacker than ink, and force my pen to die  
Each line into a scarlet thread: his sword  
Learned murder from him, whom it would not sl●  
But first must try her skill another way.   

20  
When Nero knew not how to live or die,  
(For die he would not though he knew the way)  
His venom's such, that when he doth but try  
To slay himself, he must another slay.  
Then to his servant slay thyself said He  
That I may learn to kill myself by Thee.   

21  
This Nero, grandsire of grand-crueltie  
Begot that brat of persecution,  
And seeming pious in impiety,  
Left it to a succeeding guerdion.  
Domitian, Hadryan, and Antonius verus  
Trajanus, Maximinus, and Severus.   

22.  
Those Brother-Emperors of Hydra-Rome,  
Who rise like ten heads from that dragon-beast,  
And out of their inflamed mouths did foam  
A venomed froth upon the Christian breast.  
Hydra indeed! No sooner once was dead,  
But in the room sprang up another head.   

23  
Next flames out Decius, who did commit  
A sacraligious rape on chastity,  
And in a ruder flame at once unknit  
The chaster 'zounds of pure virginity.  
Commanding 40 vestals for to turn  
True virgin-Martyrs in one common urn.   

24  
What shall I speak of the other viper-brood  
Galerius and Peternus, which did lead  
The brat by both the hands, till it withstood  
That stoutest Martyr champion, who did bleed  
I' th' face of persecution, Laurence, he  
That taught the Gridiron to sing Poetry.   

25  
Next sprang Aurelian from that Tyrant race,  
Who first did season his unnatural hand  
For after murders, in that infant place  
Where his own blood did run, cutting the band  
That tied his sister unto him more near  
Had but he prized her, as his sister, dear.   

26  
But heaven fate judge, and censured; saw, that H●  
●n this first act had spent snch blood, as might  
Have fed ten persecutions, and be  
●ull tyranny; Heaven therefore stops him quite,  
And will not suffer him to quench his thirst,  
That made himself quite drunk with blood at first   

27.  
jove summons up his Cyclops, and commands  
The thunder to proclaim an open way,  
Breaking in sunder the clouds faster bands,  
That th' lightning may her brighter face display:  
Thus frighted with the flashings of that eye▪  
Which glanced on him, He leaves his cruelty.   

28.  
Next raging as a whirlwind riseth he,  
That swept before him like the wanton dust  
Whole Christendomes of Saints, and made them be  
Like atomed crumbs under his footstool thrust.  
Stay not to ask his name, Reader, go on,  
You'll find him nothing but Ambition.   

29.  
'twas He, that crowded for the Imperial throne  
Soaring on Eagles wings Ambition gave him,  
Till he at length reached it, to rule alone,  
By doing that his concubine would have him.  
Druas' commands, A wild boar must be slain,  
He thrusts at Aper, and begins to reign.   

30.  
'Twas He, that daubed Ambition o'er with pride,  
Being once an Emperor, he must be God;  
he's Phoebus brother, brother to his Bride,  
he'll sway both earth and Heavens imperial rod.  
Whenonce Ambition doth begin to fly,  
Like Icarus, 'twill either mount, or die.   

31.  
●d now He posteth out a swift decree  
●led with wax, that cannot melt away)  
●t he'll be worshipped for deity  
●people kiss his feet, those stumps of clay,  
And take him for a God; he'll be no man:  
●iddle his name; 'twas Dioclesian.   

32.  
● who but Dioclesian could do that,  
●h Pride commanded, with a prouder hand,  
●low a furnace up, that might outdate  
〈◊〉 years; and hotter than Ten could command  
●efore him with their bloodyest decrees:  
●e was the bottom, and so gave the lees.   

33.  
〈◊〉 Rome, look back and blush upon the guilt  
●ose that marked thee on th● forehead so,  
〈◊〉 cruelty they sucked, 'twas thy breasts spilt,  
〈◊〉 than they spend it on their foreign foe.  
●hese, these were thy Decemviri, that made,  
●n persecutions a ten-age trade.   

34.  
●act the quintessence of villainy,  
●sie the horridst deeds, that ere were done;  
〈◊〉 to the depth of Phlegeton and see  
●t cruelties the furies think upon.  
All is but sucking malice to that they  
●oe execute on those, on whom they pray.   

35  
Cruelty's turned an Art, 't hath got to be  
Among the liberal sciences, most fit  
For him, that would be rich in policy,  
He's the best Scholar, that's best skilled in it.  
The top of honour is to vale her throne,  
Be without this you must let that alone.   

36▪  
The jesuit that climbs by step degrees  
From his shorn crown unto a Card nalls' cap,  
And thence upon Ambition's pineon flees  
To Peter's Chair that he may take a nap,  
Wins all by forging out some skulking trea●  
Not by his judgement but inventi on.   

37  
Charity dwells not now in Hospitals,  
‛ Thath left her Country house, and's come to to●  
Wintring herself within the frozen walls  
Of some cold dungeon upon Tellus down.  
Merits swarm thicker from a Lollards Tow  
Then from the maintenance of a beeds-man bow   

38  
he'll sooner pass for heaven, that dying leaves  
A legacy to build an inquisition;  
Or else his scrapped up silverlings bequeathes  
To nurture up some tart invention.  
Which may delve out new ways for villainy,  
And teem forth ' t'other bastard-cruelty.   

39  
To fly to foreign nations on the wind,  
And cross the seas that they may cross the land,  
So get more worlds, if more were left behind,  
And with a paper bull them all command,  
Is the Ambition burns within their breast,  
And keeps their busy souls from taking rest.   

40  
To puff up States and Kingdoms at a blast,  
To pluck down Crowns and Sceptres at one fall,  
To swallow Realms to break a mornings fast,  
And yet scarce satisfied there with all;  
Is but course fare at a Lent ordinary,  
Such is there raving-craving cruelty.   

41  
But soft a while, take fresher breath (my muse)  
Leave off to lash her former whoredoms still,  
She hath been scourged enough for old abuse,  
And yet her fornication-cup doth fill  
With new-brewed poison; spare thy whip that it  
May take new strength, & not the latter quit.   

42.  
Had every persecution been ten,  
And each had burned longer than them all  
Maintained with fresh fury, till all them  
That were but Christened Protestants had fall,  
'Thad made but a straw bonfier compared  
With that hell-fuell they of late prepared   

43.  
Fuel in oil, which had but Plato seen  
Heaped up, He, staggered at the sight, would swear  
Envy's Idea had existent been,  
And on the stage ne'er durst before appear.  
Fuel stored up to feed revenge, and be  
A plot to puzzle all Hyperbole.   

44.  
Had but Pythagoras' diviner soul  
By transmigration dwelled in other men,  
And so out lived his own age, and then stole  
●nto another, and at length had been  
One of our own; He, seeing this alone,  
Might well outvie all ages with this one.   

45.  
Call up Chronology, and bid her bring  
Her bunch of keys to open History;  
Ransack that cabinet, and view each thing,  
That she hath locked up from her infancy.  
Call aged Time, and bid him search his file  
That he this cruelty may parallel.   

46▪  
Arrest the Sun, and stay his Coach for thee,  
That thou mayst parley with him; ask him then  
If riding all his circuit He could see  
Such treachery, as in this age hath been.  
Chronology must tie up History,  
Time hang his file, and Phoebus' silent be.   

47  
●en summon up the Furies from their cell;  
●ock at the doors of darkness, and there see,  
〈◊〉 thou canst speak with Pluto, King of Hell,  
〈◊〉 to Proserpina admitted be.  
Sue for a Synod, and then try if they  
Can match themseles again, or match the day.   

48  
●ll stands amazed. Pluto is mad that he  
●ould be outvi'd on earth: The Furies swear  
●ey went beyond commission; and decree  
●ll shall afford no more, if they come there.  
Megaera loathes her service, and decrees  
To dwell on earth to learn new cruelties.   

49  
●berus howls for madness, and opes wide  
〈◊〉 triple throat, from which a whirlwind came,  
●●ich made the river's rage into a tide,  
●●d roared, as if they threatened all hell's frame.  
That Pluto thought therabble had come down  
Missing their plot on earth, to get his crown.   

50  
●ld but the gelid fear, that freezeth me,  
●d cloisters up my blood in coldest veins,  
●ease my speech, and set my tongue but free,  
●●uld unfold a treachery, contains  
The Elixir of the bitterest drugs, that are  
〈◊〉 'Mong all th' Apothecary Pluto's ware.   

51  
Then cease thy Styx-dyed mantle (tragedy)  
And buckle soon thy bloody busking on  
Dipped ten grains deeper in their gory dye,  
Do thou attend us, while we treat upon  
Seven headed Hydra, hatched long since in Ro●  
And what conceptions teem within her womb▪   

52  
But where's the quill that can drop lines of blo●  
But where's the tragic pencil that can paint  
Such hideous cruelty scarce understood?  
Or fathomed with the thoughts of man or Saint.  
But where's the fiery muse that can describe,  
The treachery of that infernal tribe.   

53  
Nor thoughts, nor words are ready to unfold  
That hideous tragedy, whose plot was found  
And first contrived in hell, but never could  
With prologue once salute the English ground,  
Although the stage was built, the scene was m  
On which that Tragic act was to be played   

54  
That tragic act, the thought whereof doth ma  
My quivering muse afraid, my ague-quill  
Shakes in desiphering it, my hands do quake;  
My teare-drownd eyes a fresh supply d●still  
And yet at length grow dry; my hairs t' untw  
And stand an end like quills o'th' Porcupine   

55  
But soon my Muse recovered, and my quill  
Obeyed the hand that guided it; mine eyes  
Cleared up, and would no farther showers distil,  
Then soon I set upon the enterprise.  
Turn o'er the page, draw but the curtain, there  
You'll see the Monster-Tragedy appear.    

Argumentum.  

AFfrica multa dedit, vix vix dedit Affrica tanta  
Quant a uno peperit Roma 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 monstro.  
Nec miranda cano: Romae Lupa namque Noverca,  
●lla dedit monstrum, cur non dabit Illaque monstrum  
Sic canibus eatuli similes, Lupa Sicque Lupillo.  
Primulus en monstri conceptus; Adultera matrix:  
Tartareo spurcamspargit dum semine matrem  
Roma ferox, caetae generatur Filia noctis.  
Monstri fama fugit, tantae quoque Nuncius aurae  
Pegaseis volitat pennis: mox qualia monstra  
Roma dabit, dubio meditatur pectore quisque.  
Cujus ope proles latebrosis parta tenebris  
Prodeat in lucem, Obstetrix è Tartare surgit.  
Expectata dies celebranda est; Romaque gestit  
Conceptu partus, sed mox prorepit abortus.   
1 Proditionis conceptus. 1 Upon the first plotting of the Treason. 2 Matrix, in quâ pubescit embryo. 2 Upon the vault in which this Treason was hatched 

1 Upon the buying of it.  
2 Upon the digging of it.   3 Tempus quo generatur monstrum. 3 Upon their working in the night. 4 Ipse generandi actus. 4 Upon the bringing of the Powder from Lambeth and laying it in the Cellar. 5 Concepti fama. 5 Upon the Letter sent to my Lord Mounteagle. 6 Famae mercurius 6 

1 Upon the quill that writ the Letter.  
2 Upon the sending of it to the King.   7 Partus determinatio 7 The Kings discovering of the plot. 8 Praeelecta Obstetrix 8 Upon Faux, the Man-Midwife ready to deliver it 9 Natalis expectata celebratio 9 The Match of hunting appointed to surprise the Lady Elizabeth. 10 Abortivum monstrum 10 The miscarrying of the birth▪ 11 Parturientis periculum. 11 Rome's Downfall in Blackfriars upon their fifth day of No vember.   

PRODITIONIS CONCEPTUS.  
Upon the first plotting of the Treason.  

ANd see; the Pope hath travailed once again  
With a new Africa Monster, worse than came  
From their she-popedome, when a woman proved  
The Church's head, & all the body moved.  
(Poor headless she-church, where was thy head then  
When jone did lose her maidenhead with men?  
Oh she took care for that, lest Rome should need  
Succeeding Popes, she would herself pope's breed)  
But whither roves my muse? come back again,  
And see another of that breeding train  
Go big with envy, labouring with a birth,  
Swelled with a plot, nay brought to bedith ' earth.  
Ready to teem forth from a monstrous thigh  
A strange delivery, the birth was nigh.  
'twas coming forth, but had not the strength to give  
So big a monster, as it did conceive.  
Fie Rome! thou want'st a midwife, or a jone  
That can without an help bring forth alone.   

II. Matrix, in quâ pubescit embryo.  
Upon the vault, in which the treason was hatched.  

1. Upon the buying of the vault.  

Down with price of blood, if you would feign  
As you have sold out souls, buy in again.  
The purchase you have got by emptying  
Your purgatory may well fiiled again.  
Look on this arched vault, how will it make  
An high way passage to the Stygian Lake?  
The price you had the last souls you did sell,  
Will buy the Catholics this way to hell.  
Where's He that bears the bag, your judas trow  
That seeketh to betray his Mother so?  
〈…〉 the vault is sold  
〈…〉 oney told.  
〈…〉 ny you he'll swear  
〈…〉 ne relic are.  
〈…〉, and we  
〈…〉 as he  
〈…〉; And be it so,  
   

2 Upon the digging of the vault.  

1  
●nd what are you that Tribe, who do deny  
Your black guard thus, the honour of a bed?  
●ho make it death once with a bride to lie,  
'tis Simony to buy a maiden head.   

2  
●nd yet forsooth you'll dare to ravish all  
At once your common mother, force a birth  
●hether she will or no a monster shall,  
Teeme from her womb out of the groaning earth   

3  
You'll rend her matrix else, which nature taught  
By closing such an incest to deny:  
As if she had foreseen, that Rome had thought  
To grapple with her mother's secrecy.   

4  
What steeps your frolik spleens in choler so?  
What moves your touchy blood to such a tide.  
How came your pampered carcases to do  
Such ravished rapes unto your mother's side?   

5  
And must you needs with pickaxe, and with spade,  
Threaten unless she grant your villainy?  
Have you no milder Rhetoric to persuade,  
And woe a yield to such a courtesy?   

6.  
What made you strike so deep? was your inte●●  
To fathom Styx, or sound black Acheron?  
To cast a causy to Don Vulcan's tent,  
Thus fetch provision he had wrought upon   

7.  
No no; you dreamt perchance that you shou● find  
Some iron vein, which nature minted there  
Of purpose to help forward such a mind,  
And run Art out of breath in a prepare.   

8.  
To such a stratagem; dream on, take out  
A rib of iron from Dame nature's side,  
Fall in your dream again, then cast about  
To make your rib the hottest brunt abide.   

9  
Dig deeper yet, perchance at length you'll find  
That nature hath dunged their Saltpetre too  
And left her wooden legs and stilts behind,  
To nourish up the flames, all these for you▪   

10  
But hold your hands, sweat no more marrow now  
Spend the earth's ball no farther, nor your strength  
I fear the proverb will prove true, below,  
You digged so deep, there came a damp at length     

III. Tempus, quo generatur monstrum.  
Upon their working in the night.  

1  
Sleep Phoebus' sleep;  
What makes thee peep?  
●oe not so soon thy sable curtains draw,  
Lie down again in Thetis lap,  
●was late before thou went'st to bed we saw,  
O pry thee take another nap.  
●f thou beginst to rise, these night owls then  
●ust leave their work, when others do begin,  
Then Phoebus stay,  
You will but make an Holy day.   

2  
What made thee wake?  
Couldst thou not take  
Thy rest to night, thou heardst such knocking  
Let not thy fiery steeds yet sup  
Their morning's draught, nor run their full career here?  
Why dost thou call Aurora up?  
They plotted not against thy Deity.  
Then Phoebus stay,  
You will but beg another play.   

3  
Go drowsy drones,  
Make, make your moans,  
To your dead-living Saints; sigh prayers that th'  
May intercede for you and get,  
The Sun to stand i'th' heavens, and so delay  
The dawning of the morning, yet  
Cry louder, let another bead yet fall;  
Make up your prayers complete, or you'll marr●  
For want of sleep,  
Your prayers awake you cannot keep.   

4  
See see, the day  
Makes no delay.  
Then Phaeton do thou mount up the coach,  
Let lose the horses careless reins,  
That they may run away the days approach.  
On faster wheels, with easy pains  
Whip on thy foaming fteeds, that we may fear  
The rattling of thy coach like thunder here.  
Come draw away,  
That night she sooner hasten may.   

5  
'tis here, the night  
Hath scared the light.  
●he day hath new undressed herself, I saw  
But now her under-peticoat.  
●y thought 'twas died in a red more raw  
Than any flesh of sheep or goat;  
●ut as she stripped herself of that, she drew  
● modest Curtain, thick as night, to show,  
She Veiled her head,  
As Vesper sent her down to bed.   

6  
Now all the light  
Is clasped in night.  
●orpheus hath wooed all things to rest you see,  
there's no dog moves unless it bark  
●or madness at the Moon, lest she descry  
Their deeds of darkness in the dark.  
●ut never fear: bid Phoebus kiss his Bride  
●hat she may blush to see her evening tide.  
Work while you may,  
Then let him come to wake the day.   

7.  
Up Phaeton,  
Up, up, be gone.  
Go guide thy Father to his mate, that he  
May court her with his rosy lips;  
Then in conjunction go with her, till she  
Embraced be to an eclipse.  
Thus veil her face that she may never be  
Privy to such a monstrous villainy.  
Away, Away  
Phoebus is rise to call the day.    

IV. Ipse generandi actus.  
Upon the bringing of the Gunpowd from Lambeth over the Thames, and laying it in the Cellar.  

1  
Where is thy Legate (Rome?) Let him provide  
His sparkling Spanish jennet strait,  
Coped in his trappings made of gold  
When th' golden fleece came from your fold  
His feet well shod with India plate:  
His crisping maine to twisted locks divide,  
Fit for the rider's pride.   

2  
See how the horses prancing doth foretell  
How he expects his rider, see  
In what a language he doth pray  
His master for to come away,  
And deck him with his company.  
Hear how he neighs, his neighing do but spell  
It hastens his farewell.   

3  
quicken thy legate then; do, bid him seal  
His fiery steed, and winged post  
With thy Embassage unto hell;  
There once arrived let him tell  
Don Pluto Primate of that host,  
●at Charon's footy keel must hoist his sail  
Waiting a trusty gale.   

4  
●nd to thy tackling then (Styx-Ferry-guide)  
The wind hath sight a softer gale.  
Launch out, glide o'er the Stygian lake  
A fairer harbour you umust take.  
Do but your beaten pinnece hale  
●o our Thamefis, there it shall pride  
Itself in Neptune's tide.   

5  
Those silver streams shall wash hell from thy boat  
And turn that dye, Styx left it last  
Into a Cignets purer white,  
By their reflection made more bright.  
Who when they first thy ferry past,  
Dabbling in that thy keel there set a float,  
Got there so black a foot.   

6  
But faster Charon; sweat a little more,  
What maketh Aeolus thus blow?  
Me thinks he seemeth out of breath,  
Or else his wind is penned beneath,  
That he becomes shortwinded so,  
On Charon, work the harder; you are sore  
Expected long before.   

7  
See how the swelling barrels, stuffed with fire,  
Are big with expectation:  
They long until they see thy boat,  
In which they must be set a float,  
To take another station.  
Srange contract, see the water slakes her ire  
and entertains the fire.   

8  
●t stay, what means those well grown vessels there?  
What? have you powdered up your plot  
In barrels, lest it should not keep,  
Or be discovered when you sleep?  
Sure then some vent your treason got  
●hat 'twould not keep so long, until you were  
To set abroach November's beer.    

V Concepti fama.  
●●on the letter sent to my Lord Mounteagle.  

〈◊〉 mystery enwrapped in mysteries,  
●mment far obscurer than the text,  
●fit that thou should meet an Eagles eyes  
●h might pierce through the veil, & tell what's next  
Never mount Eagle: gaze not on the Sun  
Glance downwards to the depth of Phlegeton.   

cloistered up in darkness, hid in hell,  
●tled with night, prisoned in Acheron,  
〈◊〉 barreled up in natures misty cell.  
●e but the letter, and the danger's gone.  
strange plot! do burnt: the blaze will let thee see  
How to discover this dark mystery.   

The letter burnt, the danger's past, and all  
The mystery must then be over too,  
And yet this burning makes it mystical,  
How can I spell it when 'tis burned so?  
However burned it, in it burnt you'll see,  
That which you read not, when you read it ●   

Dark letter! folded up in flames indeed,  
And therefore needs no wax to seal it fast,  
Let who will read, at most he can but read,  
And whn he hath done, must burn it too at la●  
Fire must tell thee what it means alone  
And when the fire▪ s out, the dangers gone.    

VI  
Famae Mercurius.  

1  
Upon the quill that writ the letter▪  

What molting Seraphim did spill  
That speaking, silent muttering quill?  
That spoke yet spoke not, speaking parables▪  
Which kept and told the truth in miracles.  
That two tongued Orator that spoke  
Still twice at once, and still did make  
mystery unknown by clearing it,  
●d known by making it obscurer yet.  
A quill, that could not speak th' intent  
Of him that writ, to whom 'twas sent.  
●d yet could blab the secraest meaning too  
〈◊〉 him, for whom 'twas masked, and muffled so.  
A pen that by discovering covered,  
And yet by covering was discovered.  
●anus face, that smiled one way now,  
●d frowned the other with a furrowed brow.  
A pen snatched from Apollo's hand;  
That spoke pure Delphos language, and  
●●uld vent nought else but pure Amphibolies  
●king this that, and that this, this and this;  
A danger great by lening it,  
And none by making it so great.  
●ckt from an Eagles wing, 'twas such an He,  
●at brought it to our Sovereighng's Deity.  
Or from that tattling goose which prattled  
The foes approaches, when she cackled.  
〈◊〉 from some Sphynx his standish it did fall,  
●at it unriddled in a riddle all.    

2  
●●on the sending of the letter to the King.  

A letter to the King is sent,  
To riddle what the meaning meant;  
A letter writ indeed from Babylon,  
Speaking confus'on, in confus'on.  
'tis true, one language, only came,  
And yet that language languages transposed  
A Letter in a Letter was enclosed  
So that the same seemed not the same.   

How well may Rome true Babel be,  
That speaks thus in a mystery?  
A masked tongue kept Babel from her height▪  
And Roms confused language spoils her quite  
Plain English speak, when you write nex  
Your letter meant, nought less than what it me●  
Therefore 'twas sent, to whom it was not sent,  
Pray henceforth comment on your text.   

'Tis brought unto the King we see,  
That he may dive the mystery.  
Why? what's the matter! Are our Island's eye  
Grown dim with age, The Universities?  
Why had not they the letter read?  
They would at first strike deep; 'tis true, but s●  
That they look through their Sovereign, y● kn  
The eyes are always in the Head.     

VII. Partus determinatio.  
Upon the Kings discovering of the plot.  

●hat Kings are sometimes Prophets too we see,  
What made our james else prophecy?  
●rue virtue oftenn crownes Nobility.   

●ow true was he the King of Scholars famed,  
That Rome with her own sword hath tamed?  
●ell Scholars King, well King of Scholars named,   

●he paper bids him burn the paper, so  
The danger would be over to.  
●e saves himself and paper with a No.   

●ow so? we read the danger is not o'er  
unless the Letter burned before.  
●hen burn it, and the danger is no more.   

●ut read again, and then perhaps you'll see,  
How bravely you are danger free,  
●t be so soon overpassed, how soon wilt be?   

●his made our james more nimble than the fire,  
This thought did make his thoughts retire  
●o search out what was tangled in that briar.   

He dived therefore somewhat lower yet;  
And truly such a dive was fit,  
To sound the entrails of so deep a pit.   

His Nobles now as well as He must move,  
And presently his verdict prove,  
Searching out that below, he saw above.   

They seek, but see not: Did you never hear  
Too nigh an object is too near?  
I can see better farther off then here.   

The King sees yet: He bids them search again:  
They go, then bring the message in.  
Nothing before, is now the very thing.   

(Thus have I seen a beagle soon o'rerunn,  
The newborn sent but now begunn,  
Then counterhunt it when it is half done.)   

They, that made nothing of it, found it somethi●  
Read backwards, if you mean the King,  
Who making something of it, made it nothing.    

VIII. Praeelecta obstetrix.  

Upon Faux ready to deliver it.  
●ut Monster-Tiger, a fell viper's brood,  
●hat wouldst such with thy milk, thy mother's blood  
●awn'd with a Richard's tush, not toothless borne,  
drawing the fountaine-breast, thou wouldst have torn  
〈◊〉 passage to her heart, gnawed that for food,  
●nd like Prometheus Vultur sucked on blood.  
●ou'lt suck, but so that thou mayst open too  
●conduit-veine whence blood with milk may flow  
●onder that thy mother weaned Thee not  
●om her, whence thou this Viper-nature got.  
●hy step-nurse, Rome I mean, that purple whore  
●hose breasts milked venom from a putrid sore.  
●t see, Rome nursed Thee, therefore thou wilt be  
● her brought up unto this villainy.  
●me once a Nero had to kill a mother,  
●ast Rome should want one now, thou provest another.  
●d hath not she her Jesuits, that thou  
●ust prove a Midwife to her treason now?  
●hat would you have the whore when all is done  
●y at our door her new born bastard son?  
●ant gross excrement: know thus much, that  
●ngland doth scorn to Father such a brat.   

Upon the same.  
Up night-owle, and break ope thy sealed eyes,  
Venture to look upon the mantled skies.  
Sol hath removed his court, the glorious day  
And all his followers have packed away.  
Night is full mounted in her seat of jet,  
And lies wrapped in her cloudy cabinet.  
Fear not, Apollo's gone; his prying eye  
Can neither see nor blab thy villainy.  
Envy hath gone her time, and doth begin  
To be in travel with her full-growne sin.  
Up then, and see that all things ready be  
'Tis thou must hasten her delivery,  
Pluto hath sent his Pursuivant away  
To summon thy appearance, make no stay:  
Go, take thy charge, that thou mayst licenc't be,  
And show a patent for thy viilany.  
Fetch thy darke-lanthorne, that true Gyges' ring,  
Which, thou unseen, makes Thee see every thin  
Take that turn'd-Hypocrite, whose outward sho  
Is night, but inward like the day doth glow.  
Fowl as a mist without, all fair within,  
Vice would seem vice sometimes to cloak a si●  
Thy dark companion will still be true,  
And by denying light, will lighten you.  
Then down with haste to that infernal cell,  
Where furious envy, and hid treason dwell.  
●ell them Hell's suffrage hath elected you  
●roome of that chamber, where death lies below  
●nd you must call it up as soon as day  
●e christened, as the Sun whips night away.  
●ooke then unto your charge, and see that he  
●eepe not beyond his time, but stirring be;  
●se all his breakfast may be spoiled, and He  
●ill miss his morning's draft of Majesty.  
●or you (proud factors for the Netherlands,  
agent for hell) must suffer Morpheus' bands  
● tie your eyelids up: what if the birth  
miscarry, ere the night expires her breath.  
● stead of being Sainted, you shall be  
●rol'd for purgatory, and there made free.  
Then gird thyself for Rome, and charge thine eyes  
●at they like watchful Argus keep the prize.  
● thou an Heirogliphick to the hare,  
●eepe waking with thine eyes unclosed, and bare.  
●d when the day begins to open her eyes  
●ke Nilus with the rising Sun arise.  
●hat though thou sail through the Aegaean sea,  
●st up and down with fear's perplexity?  
●inke every one thou seest is come to bring  
●ee tidings of a kingdom to a King.  
●ou seekest a throne: who would not think it  
● swim-unto it through a sea of blood?  
●ut heaven looks on, & Love is coming down good  
●s milky pavement with a furrowed frown  
justice sits in his eye (and yet 'tis blind:  
It sees but sees not; smiles that it should find  
Such secreasie in Treason) vengeance lies  
Wrapped in the wrinkles round about his eyes.  
Next, down the Regent walk, Astraea came  
Following high jove to judge the world again.  
justice took wing before, and left the earth,  
But seeing cruelty recover breath,  
And grow to such a Gyant-stature, she  
Returns bedecked with greater Majesty.  
The Cyclops armed with thunder round about,  
Attends them both to drive those Traitors out.  
Then tremble treachery; treason unmask  
Thy muffled face; make bare thy knees, and ask●  
A pardon of the Gods: hold up thy hand,  
Gild doth indite Thee, and for guilty stand.  
justice is come to visit once again,  
Tenders her hand to kiss, if you'll reclaim.  
Or else (by that impartial soul, that guides  
Her hand) the sword your soul and clay divides   

No no: (Grand Engineer of cruelty)  
ne'er startle at the news: what's this to thee?  
Thou hast an Heliotrophian-stone, which will  
Put out the eyes of justice, blind her still.  
Send for Don Pluto's shield, that thou mayst see  
Approaching justice, and she not see Thee.  
Stare in the face of vengeance, and outdate  
Those executioners, that comes to scare  
Thee from thy charge: Laugh at their thunder-peal●  
And let them hear the Echo oft from hell.  
●hy? thou'rt prepared for this; can this be news,  
●hen thou such prodigies thyself dost use?  
●rden thy cruel heart, until it grow  
●nd like a Sea-calf to withstand the blow  
shotter vengeance: crown thy head with bays,  
● scare the Cyclops from thy hidden ways.  
●ll scarce do: with thine own plot begin,  
●w them from earth up into heaven again.  
●ou knowst thy charge; what Rome expects from Thee;  
●w she hath crammed thee for this cruelty?  
●rite after her, and when the coppy's writ;  
●t all that read, see thou'rt her counterfeit.  
●like her, but more cruel in thy wit,  
●rite by the copy, but still better it.  
●mulus sucked a wolf, and was as she,  
●ou suckest of Rome, than thou like Rome must be.  
●hat Romulus did suck, to Rome he gave,  
●hat Rome from Romulus, that thou must have.  
●tvie them all, Rome, Romulus, and Her  
●at nursed thy cruel grand progenitor.    

IX Natalis expectata celebratio.  
Upon the match of hunting appointed o● the birth day, where they intended to surprise th' Lady Elizabeth, but in the mean time they themselves were surprised.  

Actaeon's gone to hunt, the day we see  
Appointed is, and where the game shall be.  
Actaeon as he hunted glanced a side,  
And there Diana in a thicket spied.  
Diana? No, it was a fairer she,  
Her Nymphs it may be might Diana's be.  
And yet me thinks Diana it should be  
Rather Diana's true Divinity.  
For as Actaeon spies that beauty there,  
Actaeon's turned Actaeon like a Deer.  
He that came forth to hunt is hunted strait,  
They lie in wait for him, that lay in wait.  
The yelping Echoes of the hound's are done,  
The Hue and Cry after the Hunter's gone:  
I see that Poets now can prophesy,  
And in a parable tell what shall be.  
I see that fables are not always lies,  
Time often doth a fable moralise.    

X Abortivum Monstrum.  
Upon the miscarrying of the birth.  

Oft have I known a child prove Parricide,  
Dividing soul and clay as't did divide  
●e Parent's gasping womb, through which her soul  
●ent with the body of the child for toll  
● pay the infant's passage, and repreive it  
●om th' falling prison, if not quite relieve it.  
●mtimes a child the Parent's name doth smother,  
●lling the mother 'fore it had a mother,  
●t have I heard a woman travailed so  
●at in the sigh her sonle did come and go.  
●ange travel! when her soul is fain to take  
● far a journey for her infant's sake.  
●hen thus the Parent mother must begin  
● leave the world to bring her infant in;  
●ust dye, to teach her child how first to live,  
●d being dead in it learn to revive▪  
● if Pythagoras had taught her soul  
●s transmigration, And it knew no Pole:  
●o Paradise, but presently did pass,  
●d in the infant clay informant was.  
●hat? did you never see a womb deny  
●e burden, but unload it presently.  
●me proves itself an Hieroglyphic well  
● speak what I have spoke, and yet shall spell  
●e truth once over to you more; if yet  
●our cloak't-capaciti's are hid from it.  
●deede their fruitful shee-Pope tarried not,  
●t brought forth soon, as if she had forgot  
●ce to bespeak a midwife, or else thought  
● brew as well as she had baked for nought.  
And yet see, how she's brought to bed in State  
How many thousands her congratulate  
Being at her labour met. I wonder she  
Was brought to bed alone in company.   

But now there's no such matter; Rome would feign  
Once travail with a second birth again.  
And see, the Pope grows big indeed: How now  
What, hath not Rome had breeding Popes enough  
How did your Card'nalls miss the chair, that they  
Have let another she-Pope slip away?  
Oh 'tis no matter, they'll take care that she  
Be not delivered now too openly.  
The heaven no more shall prove a Canopy  
The Market place no more a chamber be.  
When this shall be delivered Rome will buy  
A privie-chamber for this secrecy.  
(Had not Pope jone been brought to bed so patt,  
She would have found a vault too for her Brat.   

But see, the birth day's come; Conduct your who●  
Unto her privie-chamber, where there's store  
Of Pluto's Pothecary drugs that be  
Provided for her safe delivirie.  
What? Is she yet in labour? hath she got  
Her Predecessors faculty or not?  
Had she an harder travail than your jone?  
What hath God sent her tro? what two or one  
I fear she was so overbig, that she  
With Brat miscarried in delivery.  
●hat was the matter Rome? did not 〈◊〉  
●oe full the time she reckoned on before?  
●as this her first conceived brat, that she  
●efore her time met her delivery?  
●hat? Is the child still borne? 'tis so I see  
●he birth's abortive, though the mother be.  
Thus have I seen an hasty apple drop  
●bortive from the tree before the crop.  
●ut then 'twas rotten, blasted, withered  
although the mother-tree was no way dead.)  
●he stillborn bat hath thus miscarried,  
●was not delivered though delivered.  
The womb that casts before the time doth still  
Threaten the Infant, if not always kill.  
●her's now the Infant which new borne had slain  
●t once both England & her sovereigning?  
●hich had spit living coals as he began  
●o live, and died as they had died than.  
●hat means November's fifth day and the store  
provided for the birth so long before?  
●he purple whore this day expected she  
●ould have been blest with her delivery.  
●his day once come, the birth was nigh indeed;  
●t th' Brat was still borne, we delivered.  
The child, which dies before it lives, doth still  
Threaten the Mother Parent, if not kill.    

XI. Parturientis periculum.  
Upon the whore's downfall in Blackfrye● on their fifth day of November.  

What makes us then sigh prayers for Babel's fall  
As if that Babylon ne'er fell at all?  
where's Rome's Armado Spain so stood upon,  
No Navy but a wandering Babylon?  
Is not that fallen? True; how could it stand?  
It was a Babel, but 'twas built o'th' sand.  
The wind's they whisled to the wav's a charge,  
The wav's broke out, and roaring speak at large  
Their message to the Sands: the sands obey  
After the cap'ring waves they dance away.  
When th' wind thus blue, when thus the water co●  
There Babel built upon the sands, proved lame.  
What makes us then sigh prayers for Babel's fa●●  
As if that Babylon ne'er fell at all?  
But on, what means November's Holiday?  
Her fifth days chiefest royalty, which may  
Be calculated with the reddest letter,  
To speak their bloody Stratagem the better▪  
Rome then began to build a Babel too,  
She digged for a foundation so low;  
And then had thought to pluck down  
Out of her ruins to repair their own.  
But as they built they were surprised, that they Th●  
Were fain to leave their Babel half the way.  
Thus not to rise is nothing but to fall,  
Who'll say that Babylon ne'er fell at all?  
But once more read, and then perhaps you'll see  
Babel a third time fall a third degree.  
Water did once o'retop Rom's Babel's so,  
That though 'twere Babel it did Rome o'er throw  
Babel first fell by water, next by fire,  
Not that it burned, but that it slacked its ire.  
Fire and water, though they disagree  
Become now sister Elements we see  
And join their forces to enact heaven's will,  
Th' one by fight, th' other standing still.  
What fire and water doth, that earth will do,  
For earth did swallow falling Babel too.  
November twice saw Babel fall on day,  
This makes her fifth day twice an holy day.  
And Eighty Eight told Babel by her fall,  
That, that was then her Climacteticall.  
And yet is Babel still? where doth she stand?  
She fell by water, and she fell by land.  
Thrice Babylon we see hath got a fall,  
But oh that she were fallen once for all!  
Babel's so high it is no wonder she,  
Is so long falling to her last degree.  
〈…〉 'tis well that she three stories fell;  
〈◊〉 but the fourth, 'twill bring her down to hell▪  
Me thinks I see those knotted rafters there  
Like carv'd-out Atlases, which well might bear  
A burden greater than the Spheres could lend  
An Aetna if it once began to bend.  
Enough to keep up mountains, and support  
From nodding even Babel's stoutest fort.  
And yet when Babel's Brat loaded with sin,  
Comes on the Stage to act her part therein;  
It makes the oak to yield, the Cedar bend  
And roots up the foundation from their end.  
That which before did make the prouder walls  
Sprout up to heaven, tripped up by heaven, it falls  
Down level with the earth, and that which knew  
No crookedness, bends like a twig of ewe  
Sin makes the creatures groan, & bowing down  
Lie in the dust for that, man won't bemoan.  
Fie purblind Rome! what-made your baldpate crew  
Outface the face of heaven in such an hue?  
Did heaven your fifth days treachery betray  
That you might turn it to an Holiday?  
Went on your plot so well, that you must call  
A day a part for a set Festival?  
What ignorance hath brawn'd your fottish souls  
That when the arm of strength stretched out controls  
With a proclaimed defiance what you did,  
Pointing out that from heaven, which lay so hid?  
●ou nod at the finger in a triumph strait,  
And shout the conquest being lead captivate?  
What made you sound the Trumpet so and call  
Such a rifie-raffle to your Stygian hall?  
Was it that you might beltch out a defy  
In open. Court upon the Gods, 'cause they  
Opening the casements of the spangled sphere  
Looked down from heaven, and so discov'rd there  
That mantled project, which you thought to keep  
From them; no, no, The gods are not a sleep.  
Or was it▪ cause that Albion baukt your ire  
You'd curse us to a Purgatories fire?  
Rather perchance you felt an hell within  
Still glowing in each conscience, which the sin  
Had newly kindled; and despair had blowed,  
Till it to a consuming fire glowd.  
And therefore you must thither post to take  
The refuge of your holy water-lake;  
Sprinking yourself with it, that you might tame  
The fury of yourself consuming flame.  
Or wash your hands in it, and so might be  
As innocent as Eden purity.  
Fondness! as if that niter could cleanse sin,  
Which may show fair without, when foul within.  
Or else to bless yourselves from after losses,  
Crossing yourselves to keep yourselves from crosses  
Nor this nor that: you thought that rabble crew  
(Which in a Catholic bravado threw  
There careless lives a way, that they might get  
More Kingdoms to your Triple Coronet)  
Were hanged to Saints, & that their unjust doom  
Was nothing but to suffer Martyrdom.  
And therefore you'd be sure the fifth day too  
Should be as well an Holiday to you.   

Thus winged with a faltering zeal thy fly  
Unto their consecrated Friary  
T'adore those new-made Saints, and gratulate  
Their safe arrival at the Eliz'an state.  
And now to them, wh' alive were dead in fears,  
Being dead, they pray to rid them of their cares.  
Then by a general council they agree  
To celebrate their yearly memory,  
Thus rob the year of days, that so they may  
Give to each Saint his several Holiday.  
Or 'cause they jointly suffered as one member  
They give an All-Saints-day unto November.  
Fond zealots! you had better turn the page,  
Convert your feasts into a pilgrimage.  
Walk with repentant feet to foreign Isles  
Their sigh yourselves to sadder syllables:  
And every desert, that you softly tread  
With naked penance feet, let fall a Beade.  
That so all passengers in after age  
May count the paces of your pilgrimage.  
●ut down your Saints, that by their merits found  
● new way up to heaven, above the ground.  
●hose ropes will serve for cords to gird about  
●our hairy loins to do your penance out?  
●r else preserve them, till you steal away  
●he Poles, on which their head's march in array,  
●hen send them o'er, I'll warrant you they'll be  
● choicer Relic for posterity.  
●ut whisper softly (muse) a while, you'll drive  
●hose empty drones out of their borrowed hive.  
You'll cool their hot divotion, put them out  
Before their Ceremonies brought about.  
You'll turn the Priest besides the cushion strait,  
Make him scratch memory from his balder pate.  
Before h'hath found it, he will lose the text,  
And scarce the first word out, forget the next.  
You'll make the other from his palsy fist  
Drop down his wafer God-Emmanualist.  
And then some saucy dog will snatch it there,  
And transubstantiate it, I know not where.  
The third disturbed, will sprinkle unawares  
The Holy-water on the sacred sta'res.  
Stand back a while, keep off, vengeance will come  
And summon them to silence ere they've done.  
Look what that right hand speaks unto the wall,  
See there imprinted fairly Babel's fall.  
The hand from heaven hath charged the walls, th● th●  
Withdraw their shoulders, and the walls obey.  
Nay there stands Samson, him whom they bega  
With sulphured lungs to spit their venom on,  
And like the wanton Philistimes to play  
Some pranks upon him on their holiday.  
But he the truer- Samson verified  
What Typically t'other Samson did.  
He touched the posts with a command, they fall  
Striking all dead into one funeral.  
Perchance they thought He was as blind as He,  
But henceforth see, the eye of heaven can see.  
A Video rideo smiled on you before,  
He saw you then how durst you tempt him more  
But when the Ass, that falls into the pit  
Will not take heed, he'll fall again it it.  
Who bolder than blind Bayard, who more blin●  
Than such a sottish, stockish, rabble kind  
Where ignorance doth murder zeal, a brat  
As blind as their carved God, as cold as that?  
But now by this I hope they've learned to see  
They strike at heaven, that aim at Majesty.  
Proud Gygantaean race, leave off to move  
In Marshal fight the unconquerd Gods above.  
What? will you get 'gainst jove your sieges lay?  
And still before the walls of heaven display  
Hells blacker banners, raise the siege at length,  
Retreat, ne'er stay to try out strength with strength  
You felt the weight of his immed'tate hand,  
Who beckoning only just at his command:  
Destruct'on posted plumed with Fury's wing  
And stayed not for a solemn summoning  
By Gods own pursuivants which commonly  
Do use to be destruct'on's Mercury.  
Fire or water, storms, or darts of thunder,  
These use to be his messengers of wonder.  
Sometimes he posts to battle in array,  
Wrapped in a whirlwind, fur'ous of delay.  
Sometimes he rides upon a prouder wave  
And thence he doth his stoutest foes outbrave.  
Sometimes again he marcheth through a cloud  
Girt with a scarf of lightning, and aloud  
●end's forth his watchword to the Cyclops there  
Who rank's the squadron's out, & keeps the rear)  
Bidding them with as loud a voice discharge  
A volley of thunder, which may rend at large  
The duskish mantle of the skies, and make  
●. passage through the clouds, that wrath may take  
● freer Aim to shoot her vengeance right  
●nd execute what he decreed hath quite.  
Now this, and this, now that's his messenger,  
●et always God hath not a harbinger.  
sometimes his hand doth smite without a sword,  
sometimes without an hand, he sends his word,  
Whereof the softest accent is enough  
●o rend the world if once sent out in wrath.  
Then see (proud Rome) thy seeded villainy,  
That Majesty itself must deal with Thee.  
Creatures those Proxie-searjants of the King,  
he'll hardly trust at thy grand suffering.  
To rid a way thy execution,  
he'll be in presence there to see it done.  
He might have rend the bowels of the earth,  
That roaring Bor'as' with his blust'ring breath,  
And whirl wind-nostrills might rush forth, & cast  
The Fabric level at one rendering blast.  
He might have oped the treasury's of the air,  
And slinged his hail down, to untop it bore.  
Thus made a way for thicker storms to fall  
And fling down death on each in every ball.  
He might have bidden Neptune call a way  
His white plumed hills to march in set array.  
And with his Trident-mace command each wave  
To swell unto a tide, and thus outbrave  
The proudest top that pierced above the rest,  
And swept thy building too a way at last.  
He might have caused a shower of brimstone fall  
And reigned down flames of Gunpowder withal  
Not to blow up it, but to burn down all.   

But neither fire did fall, nor water rise  
Nor wind, nor storm joined in this enterpize.  
The word, that with a word did make all these  
Without them, can do when, and what he please  
When he intends to make his glory ride  
Triumphant, shining with a sacred pride:  
He lays a side the means with his left hand,  
And with his right doth, what he please, command;  
Then tremble Babylon to see thy fall,  
'twas God himself was in the reeling wall.  
He set himself to do't: that all might see  
'twas his right arm that gate the victory.  
His presence made the trembling stones to shake  
〈◊〉 a quivering ague, and the rafters quake,  
Till all their unknit joints were loosed, the wal●  
Before his sacred presence down did fall.  
He charged the finewes of the house to shrink▪  
And bid the pinns untie, that all might sink.  
They hear his voice, and at his voice obey,  
Thus thus the crumbling fabric pines away.  
What makes us then sigh prayers for Babel's fal●  
As if that Babylon ne'er fell at all?  
〈◊〉 fell, and sure the fall was great; it fell  
●s if it had prepared away to hell;  
●aking a passage with its weight, to send  
●hat rabble rout unto their Styg'an end.  
● fell, and in the fall bellowed so loud,  
●s if two rocks, falling at once, did crowd,  
●ushing each others side, and strove which shall  
echo the neighbouring hills the louder call.  
〈◊〉 fell, and struck so, it could not more harm  
●ad it been hurled from a Cyclops arm.  
It fell but hollooed out, so loud i'th' fall,  
As if it would the dead, it killed, recall.  
It fell; stop there! Let's hear a while what Foam year  
Can say unto this second Martyrdom.  
Should they but pilfer out more days from th'  
To canonize for those that suffered there  
They must create new Alma nacks, and make  
Their next year longer for their Martyr's sake.  
Or else join two Saints to make up one day  
A sunkin, and a gimkin Holiday.  
Now plodding Rome, what have your pie-ball trick●  
gendered in plotting 'gainst the Heretickes.  
Go, go, divide the spoil that is come in,  
we'll cast up ours, and let them laugh that wi●  
You thought to make us rise, by rising fall;  
You fell at once, but never rise at all.  
If we had fell, by falling we had rise  
Hell's sometimes the high-way-roade to bliss.  
Had you then rise, yet rising you had fell,  
Heaven is sometimes the broadest way to hell.  
You fell, we stand, heaven downward strikes we s●  
And hell aims upwards; what's the mystery?  
Is Rome's America placed in the Air,  
Their new found Purgatory founded there?  
That Pluto plot's such stratagems to guard  
The English Catholics up thither-ward.  
'Tis so I see; their Purgatory's there;  
I thought it was a Castle in the air.    

The Corollary.  

STrange birth! the Pope he is the Holy Father,  
The Earth the Mother is, the Master rather.  
Pluto the Grandsire, and the Deputyes  
Not two or four, but all the infernal fries  
Of Monk's, and Iesuits, Priests, Mass Priests too  
Intended are as witnesses unto  
This Africa birth; would you the midwife yet?  
Faux was appointed to deliver it,  
It was begot in Hell, conceived in Rome,  
And should have been delivered here at home.  
But England would not lend that life, which fell  
To be a Mongrel betwixt Rome and and Hell.     

NOVEMBRIS. MONSTRUM.  
OR The Historical narration of the damnable Pouder-Treason.  
WITH The days Is for England's Miraculous deliverance.  
PARS IIa.  
London, Printed by Frances Leach.  
1641.   

To the judicious Reader.  

NOt biting satire, nor an honey style  
Dropped only from a Parasite I will.  
A bitter sweet is good, wormwood in wine  
Is to a Poet the best Hypocreene.  
Thou art the Man unto the man of Sin  
Is the Musit'ans hitting the right string.  
Her's nothing whipped and stripped but Babel's Brat,  
Which long ago hath been condemned to that.  
Thence all not bitter sweet, nor sweetness bitter  
If you find both, you will find both together,  
And so both mingled, both together shall,  
Prove to bad stomaches a good Cordial.  
Be but judicious in thy censure then,  
And if thou relish gall dropped from the pen,  
Conclude it is not honey, nor should be:  
Or that thou bringest a sick taste with Thee.    

NOVEMBRJS MONSTRUM.  

THus have I seen Ambition's Min'on soar  
To teach the towering Mount of cobwed-fame,  
Counting it Piety, t'embrace in gore  
His blood-renced hands, so He may get a name.  
Though He like Tantalus both live and die:  
Catch at the Apple, that doth most Him fly.   

2  
Thus that proud Imp, that thought to ware his glory▪  
Before the fire of Diana's shrine,  
And make his name blaze forth in his own story▪  
Brighter than did the glowing Temple shine,  
Must needs attempt that sacrilege to have  
His name & Him joint-tenants of one grave.   

3  
Thus have I known a Monk and Friar's pride  
justle for th' wall of cruelty, and see  
Which of them should prove better Regicide,  
That they for Saints may canonised be.  
Whilst he that thinks to blazon forth their glory,  
Blots out their names in setting out their story   

4  
He that doth look, from honour's hands to hav●  
The Laurel wreath, to crown his works withal  
Must with the hands of virtue it receive  
Virtue gives scutch'ons to a funeral.  
Else he, that would be heir of Fame, shall be  
Excecutor of nought, but Infamy.   

5  
If Icarus do strive with borrowed wings  
To reach the Sun, and grapple with his bride,  
You'll see how soon his false Ambition flyng  
Him down, and drowns his honour in the tide  
He that makes wings to fly to fame, shall see  
Fame will be ready to take wing and flee.   

6  
What did proud Phaeton's ambitious mind  
(In coveting his Father's reins to guide)  
Provide him for a Trophye, did he find  
That was the road, where Fame and glory ride?  
No, Fame will ne'er Ambition's yoake-mate b●  
Hell must lend fire to light his infamy.   

7  
Then think no more (Proud Rome) of building stairs  
That those may seal to heaven, and Sainted be,  
Who were chief agents for thy hell-affaires,  
In plotting treason, and hid Tyranny.  
Thou canst not raise a Babel half so high:  
ne'er think to top those walls, or come so nigh   

8  
But if thou will needs have thy factors ride  
Full mounted on the Pegasus of Fame,  
we'll help them up, a Pegasus provide,  
But winged with infamy, and plumed with shame.  
Black deeds are Cronocled that they may be  
Enrolled for hatred, not for memory.   

9  
Then History fetch thy brazen pen, and send  
For ink from blacker Acheron, that I  
May (guided by thy hand) in brass commend  
Rom's Monster-Bratt to all posterity.  
That sager Time, may point out Rome to see,  
And make her blush, at her own progeny.   

10  

* Mauricius,  That dreaming Emperor, whose fancy proved  
Truer than Phocas did, that did succeed,  
Thought in his sleep he slept, & death was moved  
By th' murderous hands of Phocas to proceed.  
Deames prove not always night-mayres, counterfie  
Murderes awake, when we least dream of it.   

11  
This Phocas drank ambition's Mercury,  
Which kindled such a fire within his breast,  
Nothing would quench his thirst, but Dignity,  
Mauricius must die, and 
* His wife and his Daughters.  all the rest.  
Thus waded through his blood unto his throne  
This pro●'d a dream to him: the other none.   

12  
Once mounted to the high imperial seat  
Brimful of Honour, honour must run o'er,  
Let but th' Imposture Pope his consc'ence cheats  
With a full pardon, and quit murder's score  
Phocas will open a sluice, from which shall flee  
Supremacy to swell the Bishops See.   

13  
'Twas he, was Rom's grand Patron, and fir●  
The Triple Crown to th' Papal dignity,  
And that Rome might as horrid treasons have gav  
He left his murders for a legacy.  
A cruel Monster must that honour be,  
That's got of murder, and full Tyranny.   

14  
Rome proves his will, and then makes haste to tak●  
A full possession, next he seeks to find  
Some cruel skulking jesuit to make  
Him treasurer of what was left behind:  
Where wars do nought, there treason mu● begin   

15  
So have I seen a scattered army lie  
(The conqu'rer's strength soon conquered by slight  
And yet the next day rise with victory,  
Getting by forging, what they lost by flight.  
Our foe may teach us how to win the prize  
By falling often times we learn to rise.   

16  
The jesuit makes much of what h'hath got,  
Phocas his lcgacy shall not be spent,  
And yet he will be prodigal; but not  
Spend on the Principle,▪ 'tis his intent  
To trade with Hell, and put it out to use,  
That, which the Fiends return, shall feed abuse.   

17  
And well he hath improved what Phocas left:  
For envy, Malice full inveterate;  
For murder, Murders, mixed with skulking theft:  
For Regicide, both King and kingdom's Fate:  
To kill a king is petty treason, fit  
For lay-murder, not a jesuit.   

18  
Those poled Pates have quite impov'rished hell,  
And mate the Duke of darkness mortgage all  
His hidden plots to them, treason shall dwell  
No more within Don Pluto's Stygian Hall,  
All's fell to them, they'll turn the Fiends out quite,  
And Hell shall be their own before the night.   

19  
With jaws as wide, as the vast arch of heaven  
They gape for Kingdoms, royal blood's their draft  
With treason's blacker feet they're headlong driven  
Murder is counted but on handy craft.  
See all in this one plot, which though but one  
Hath all in it, the other all are none.   

1  
WHen blessed Eliza swayed proud England▪ s rod  
And balanced in her hands the golden ball:  
Peace sat by her, laid down her head to nod  
Within her Princely lap, and there did fall.  
Into a slumbering sweet-security.  
Peace flies not Sceptres, but dread Tyranny   

2  
This quiet Empress hardly could enjoy  
The sweetness of that royal maiden bed.  
But something would her present rest annoy,  
And with a surly joy, divorce her Head.  
Or treason's rage at home, or war's abroad,  
Kings must not always look for peace abode   

3  
But always as Queene-Peace ●awak't, she turned  
Lending a glance to blessed Eliza still,  
And smiling on her Angell-face, she burned,  
And blushed, as if she longed to speak her will.  
But plucked an Olive branch to give her still,  
And so laid down her head to sleep her fil●   

4  
Then, than it was, that time looked young again,  
Wiping his hoary foretop from his eyes  
He looked, and thought the golden age had been,  
And deeming of himself in paradise,  
Began to count his age, and scarce believed  
(Seeing Eliza) he so long had lived.   

5  
The earth was watered with a milder dew,  
Which peace did sprinkle from her fruitful hand,  
That Tellus in her sparkling coat did show,  
As if sh'had on, that coloured swaddling band,  
Which wrapped her infancy with var'ous wreaths  
Like those which lovely May, for Phyllis weaves   

6  
The ploughmen earlyer than the morn, did rise  
Whistling Apollo's steeds to watering,  
Whilst with their cheerful notes, they did devise  
How to divide the day with quavering,  
Thus play themselves to work, & then divide  
The earth to furrows, as the plough did glide.   

7  
They put Dame nature to the sword, and made  
Her open wide her womb, to lodge the grain,  
The plough ne'er knew the share, the earth no spade  
But Mars did make away for Ceres' train.  
New ploughed with swords, they beat their armour out  
For horseshoes, or to plate their wheels about   

8  
Neglected helmets than were cast away,  
The spideres took them for their shops to wove  
Their thinner-softer, Taffeta, where they  
Kept a continual working-day with leave,  
And made them monuments, that they mightly  
There, softly wrapped in their own destiny.   

9  
The hoarser throats of Cannons bellowed forth  
Not for Bellona's sake to summon war,  
But when soe'er they thund'red, 'twas the worth  
Of some great triumph to be blowed far:  
And that about the world, did give the fire,  
Or celebrate Eliza's crowned desire.   

10  
The Taratant'ring sound was never heard,  
Which when the horses e'er once soopeth up,  
It makes them mad for battle, and unscared  
He runs at push of Pike, the flame doth fup  
Into his fiery nostrils, till it come  
Out of his mouth like to a seething foam.   

11  
The drum unbraced lay speechless all the while  
The flute had got a cold i'th' rusty throat:  
Instead of these we heard the Philomele  
Sing to the Music of the Lute her note.  
Peace lay a sleep under her Olive tree,  
Charmed with the winged Quier's Lullaby.   

12  
Devotion in her whiter robe, more white  
Than th' unborn Snow within her region,  
Goes to the Altar with a soul more bright  
Than th' spotless spotted Bride of heaven, the moon  
And there with holy-hands, and washed eyes  
Offers her undisturbed sacrifice.   

13  
astraea keep her state; both eyes do see  
●nd yet they both are blind: her ears both deaf  
●nd yet both open too: she keeps a Key  
●o lock out bribes, and open for relief  
'Twas she that lashed Erynnis out and then  
Came peace & calmed the troubled earth again   

14  
●ut night doth close the eyes of dying day;  
● storm doth always follow fairest weather  
〈◊〉 never saw Proud Cynthia's array  
himself in glory for a Month together,  
But sometimes mourn, weep in his Southern weeds  
And glister sometimes in his Eastern beads.   

15  
●s constant is a Kingdom's fading state:  
●ow Peace doth shine on it from open Sphere:  
●nd then a Counter-warre doth change his fate  
drawing on it a gloomy cloud of Fear.  
Fortune's Queen regent of all things below:  
And Kingdoms, like the Moon, do ebb, & flow▪   

16  
●once Eliza shine so bright that she  
●n Earth is like the Sun in his own sphere,  
●arting forth Glory from her Majesty,  
●nough to make the lesser Princes blear;  
The world will gather clouds to blind her too,  
Lest earth in glory should the heaven outgrow.   

17  
Envy, which can't endure equality  
ne'er looks at parallels, she aimeth higher.  
An Eagle scorns to make her game a fly:  
Let th' bramble take acquaintance with the bry  
'Tis the tall Ivy, that grows above the rest,  
Is shaken with the wind, and most oppressed,   

18  
Malice still lays her siege against that tower,  
Where virtue keeps the door, honour the ho●  
One of them is not worth her mustered power.  
A Cat doth scorn to play with a dead mouse.  
'Tis cowardice to stick one on the grou●  
Who falls to earth, can be no lower found▪   

19  
Spain, envy's mother, Malice nursery,  
Squinting with both those eyes at her, that m●  
This stripling I'll in strength the world outvie,  
Building a walking wall, and fence to shade.  
This little vine from foreign foeman's stren●  
Summons her forces, and invades at length.   

20  
Have not you seen the wood's green God de●  
Like a stout Amazon begirt with bays,  
Marshalling all her troops of Trees t' withstand sta●  
The insurrect'on of the wind, that plays  
With them, & makes them seem to march wi●  
Whilst others seem to rise, and others fall.   

21  
●he placeth in the front the lofty Pine,  
●he sturdy Cedar, with the Pine doth go,  
●nd then she calls the oak in his ball crine:  
●hese march a breast t' withstand the strongest  
And keep out Aeolus from darting fear  
At th' young Artillery, which march i'th' rear. blow   

22  
●st thus Spain's Colonel did march away  
●efore that wand'ring wood, which danced o'th'  
●s if that Orpheus had been there to play,  
●nd lead them, with his music, captive slaves. waves,  
The little ships about the great, did dance,  
As maids of May, about the Maypole prance.   

23  
policy joins, with virtue, hands to help,  
●he greater vessel rides before the less,  
●hey set the Lion for to guard the whelp,  
●hat's couchant, whilst the other rampant is▪  
But all together seemed so vaft, we thought  
Neptune had in his fist, an Island caught.   

24  
●he Captain of each ship, Ambition:  
●he Master, Pride: Envy, the Gunner was▪  
●he Pilot, Ignorance her blinder son:  
●he Sailors, pressed from Charon's keel, did pass,  
Over his ferry, and arrived at Spain,  
The Fiends were glad such pay to entertain.   

25  
Their sails did swell in hope of victory,  
That made them bring so much of warehouse roo●  
As if they meant the Island should not lie;  
But they would ship it over into Rome.  
They rid so proudly all, as if they all  
Were of the narrow Seas, joint Admirall.   

26  
They looked, when Neptune would give up his ma  
And make them primate-lords of albion's court  
They make no friends unto Bellona's pace  
For war munition, but to Pluto's host,  
They send for scorpion-whips, as if they meam  
To whip us from our Island Tenement.   

27  
But mountains do oft times bring forth a mou●  
High towers weakly built the sooner dy●:  
A Castle in the air is not an house,  
Conquest in Arras is no victoy.  
Bold confidence will ne'er prove armour stro●  
Who stands upon his own legs, stands not lo●   

28  
Heaven from the ships descried each towering m●  
And feared they went Ioves Palace to invade:  
For as the sailors climbed the ropes with haste,  
They seem▪ d to sail heavens crystal walls, & ma●  
A passage through the clouds to enter there,  
And of her fpark'ling Diadems rob the sphere   

29  
●nd now the Gods began to count the war  
●heir own, and joined their forces with us too▪  
heaven shoots a warning pen to end the jar,  
●r else to tell them their a common foe.  
Then mustered up the sea▪ s, and pressed the wind  
To join in battle; heaven and earth combined.   

30  
Aeolus with agast break's open his den,  
●nd ragiug saillyed forth to grasp each wave,  
●hen with his wider throat called Neptune's men  
●rom calm security, and made them rave.  
The winds o'er take winged ambition's flight,  
Their I ride, a Prouder wave did swallow quit.   

31  
●ome hang on Neptune, fawning on his ceck,  
●oping to bribe with prayers their enemy,  
He strait receives them with a foaming check,  
Yet with his full embraces makes them die.  
Some drown'ed in drinking seas ne'er see the land  
Some feel the land, but sink in drunken sands   

32  
Others before they're drowned are drowned in  
And therefore fly to harder rocks for pity,  
The rocks do borrow brine to drop down tears fears  
That they may mourn for them, but lends no pity.  
Those, that enjoyed the mercies of the seas,  
Are cast away upon the rocky lays.   

33  
Some fly, and ferry o'er the news to Spain,  
Some yield, as glad to view our conquering Isl●  
Though they die Captives here in living pain ●  
Some shark away by some preventing wile,  
But all being conquered all together yield  
To wind or war, to rocks or England's sheil   

34  
Have you not seen how in th' Olympic game,  
After the Conqueror hath won the prize;  
The people raise the dust, to choke up fame:  
Unless she tell the world his enterprise.  
One plucks from Daphne's head a lock of bay  
Another tunes his victory in lays.   

35  
So loved Eliza came from Tillbury  
Attended with her conquering loyal train,  
Led by the Gods, who did descend the sky  
To lead her forth, and bring her back again;  
That tongue be silenced, which cannot keep  
Her memory from an Endineion's sleep.   

36  
Glad peace revived, and decked with the spoil,  
That came from Spain's Armado, she did stand  
At London's prouder gates, and with a smile  
Welcomed Eliza home, than kissed her hand,  
Who grieved, that peace had hurt her waiting eye●  
Sat down, that she might rest upon her thighed   

37  
●e slept, and for her former watchings took  
●e licence of a longer granted sleep;  
●iza reckoning her, would often look  
●on her face, and still for joy did weep.  
prince's love peace, & should their combats measure  
●o keep their own, not get a foreign treasure   

38  
●ace slept, but as she slept did often start,  
●s if some dream mudded her fancy still,  
●nd in her sleep, she took Eliza's part,  
●s if she had foreseen approaching ill  
March towards her, & then within hersleeep  
she'd prate Eliza's name, and closer creep.   

39  
●t slept she, till amazement made her rise,  
●hen in her sleep she waked, till Morpheus took  
●r heavy shackles from her leaden eyes,  
●rst oped her sluice of tears, and then awoke.  
Eliza melting asked what fiends oppressed  
Her start▪ing fancy, scared her from her rest.   

40  
●his Empress with a milder voice  
●om Philomele, when she did prostrate lie, than came  
●efore the briar ravished with the same)  
replied thus: (Heroic Royalty)  
I dreamt, and thought I saw Rom's Synod set  
In a close cellar, full as dark as jet.   

41  
There sat sad envy with thin-chapped despair,  
Dull Ignorance, with superstition,  
And nexr Erynnis with disheav'led hair  
Like to uncombed Snakes: Devotion  
The incestuous brood of blinder zeal, wa● ther●  
Which turned the Synod like the wand'ring   

42  
Me thought I heard their council deep as Hell sphere  
They did decree to act on hidden sage,  
Where treason Prologue was, and scene as wel●  
And thus make England's Throne go equipage.  
With lower earth, and yet no eye should kno●  
The hand that struck, nor yet the hidden blow   

43  
I saw the Fiend, that drew the Tragic plot  
With buried eyes, Lent-cheeks, in Less'us plight  
I knew not what he was, a man or not,  
But by his ball-pate seemed a jesuit.  
Hell gave a Plaudit to the Tragedy,  
Which clapped me from my sleep security.   

44  
But Innocency strait came swinged from jove,  
And bid Eliza shake off drooping fear:  
The Gods of late did in their armour move  
Fight for her, and will they now forbear:  
No, no, the Dove shall fly with careless wing  
And never fear the Co●hawkes to wreing.   

45  
Then Post from heaven Iov's chiefest Herald came  
Mounted on Plumes plucked from a Cherubin:  
His coat was azure, spangled with the train  
Of Vesper's glittering-crue: which late was seen  
About Orion, for he snatched it thence,  
As he came down from love's high excellence.   

46  
Passing through heavens rich wardrobe in his flight,  
Where stars enamelled round with blue appear  
He took a longer robe more bright than light,  
But as he passed the purer fiery Sphere,  
Dipped in the Element his robe, did seem  
Like flaming Phoebus' yellow Saphton beam.   

47  
As he came downward in his journey lower  
He overtook the gloomy host, that shrouds  
heavens face in darkness: Phoebus sent before  
His beams to mix a Rainbow in those clouds,  
That he might take it for a scarf, and tie  
About his arm, in sign of Victory.   

48  
Next as he cut the lower Region,  
His wings struck Music in the airy Sphere,  
●hen all the feathered Queristers began  
●nd striven, to raise a consort with him there,  
Thus played heaven's herald with their musiek down  
Directing him the way to Albion's Crown.   

49  
Arrived at length with loyal feet, he goes  
(Faith and good ●speede are wings for Mercury)  
Unto Eliza's Court, there to disclose  
His whole Ambassage from Iov's Majesty.  
Eliza drank the news: appoints a day  
To hear, what Iav's Ambassador shall say.   

50  
And now her busy soul is full possessed,  
Wrapped in the deepest robes of richest glory,  
She 'dornes herself, against jove proves a gues  
That with a real acted fuller story  
Of brighter Majesty, she might receive  
Old Atlas' Nephew, and more lustre give.   

51  
Thus have I seen the lovely Nymphs trip o'er  
The Mountains from Pactolus' sand,  
Laden with all the treasure they there store,  
All following Hymen at his first command.  
Then round about the lovely bride they g●  
To crown hor, with a wedding Coronet:   

52  
One doth unfold her richer lap, a shop,  
Where Coral, Crystal, Amber, Ruby shine,  
Another takes them from her Indy-lap,  
And doth them into cunning bracelets Coin,  
Placing them with such art to such a twist  
That every one lends glory to the rest.   

53  
One curls her tresses with rich Diadems,  
Another sends a pendent to her ears,  
Her neck, one bindeth with a lace of Gems,  
A fourth to deck her robes the glittering Spheres  
But on Diana's careful breast there be  
An Onyx, friend to purer Chastity.   

54  
Thus Amphetrite met her bridegroom going  
Decked with those Diadems fond Neptune sent  
As tokens to her; when He went a wooing:  
Thus girt with lustre, Goddess juno went,  
When first she came in all her wedding state  
With open lap high jove to recreate.   

55  
But brave Eliza's glory did not shine  
●om her own Sphere alone, she round about  
●as circled with a lustre more divine,  
●hen that of Sols, which doth the Stars put out.  
Thus Cynthia have I seen Queene-Regent ride  
Whilst all her court of stars shine by his side.   

56  
●●e sister Graces were her virgin-maides  
● honour, clad with full variety,  
●ee did for them with chaste Diana trade  
●ho spun a thread of flaxen purity.  
Then wove it into rolls more white than white▪  
And broydered them, about with various light.   〈…〉 

89  
Thinks earth, I fear her troops by land▪ or sea  
Thinks Heaven though Cyclops battle I do fear?  
My forces are as strong as both can be,  
I care not for those claps, that mock the air.  
Iov's thunder will but drown our bellowing noi●  
His flashings will but light our darkened joyed   

90  
You, you are our beloved; we repose  
Great confidence in Rome: and with full joy  
we'll lay our Sceptres at your fee●, depose  
And pawn our Kingdoms for you to annoy  
Those that disturb your peace: 'tis you defen●  
Our right, and we will ours to you intent.   

91  
Thus said (Dear Empress, dearer to the Gods  
Then Rome to bell) their Legate sallied forth,  
And riding with the wind, did get the odds,  
He posted on so fast to tell the worth  
Of his Ambassage to his Lord from hell,  
And greet his Highness from th' infernal c●   

92  
Gladness now plumps their veins, their bones are fraugh  
With marrow's fatness: Bacchus runs so free  
He with his staggering feet light Venus cough  
The stews kept open house: and patents flee  
With a new licence from the Pop's broad-sea  
To admit all, to that she commonweal.   

93  
Have you not heard how proud Darius' steed,  
With open neighings did his Lord proclaim  
King regent, just as if he meant indeed  
To show in his new kind of laughing strain  
How glad he was that day to celebrate  
Which chose him jennet for his rider's state.   

94  
●hen at the horse's suffrage all the rest  
With shouting give their voices to the King,  
As if they would join triumph with the beast  
To guiled the day with making up the thing  
One throws into the air his frolic cap,  
That it may dally in her wanton lap.   

95  
Another from his purse dilated wide  
As his free heart, let's fly a mint of gold  
●hat the poor commons there, may see him ride  
●ull mounted on his horse in printed mould.  
Whilst every cottage brings its fagget mite  
To eke the day with a lent bonfires light.   

96  
●ust thus the Roman crew  
●ere pricked up with the Message Hell returned after their ears  
●rom their God Pluto's darker-clouded spheres)  
●ith joy begun to rage with envy burned.  
Their hearts run o'er their hog's head found a vent,  
●ith brimfiled hearts, and full cups not content.   

97  
Now their exchange is tossed with no discourse,  
By'r who shall be installed Monarch here,  
Who Prince of Wales, and who in royal cour●  
Shall orderly succeed each royal Peer?  
What jesuit or Bellarmine shall be  
In Canterbury's Arch-ship, or York See.   

98  
With what a couching plot, and hidden bate  
They'd catch the Realm: nay England is their own●  
To their Infernal King it's confiscate  
They'd only come to take possession,  
Not ●or to fight or conquer) and they'll bring  
Nothing but Peter's Keys to make them King   

99  
But is jove deaf, because he hath no care,  
Or blind because no eye to see withal.  
The waking eye, to which all things appear;  
The open ear, in which each thing doth fall,  
Saw what he heard, and heard what he did s●  
The eye, and ear in God's his Diery.   

100  
Seeing what envy had conceived in Rome,  
Hearing what treason whispered in the dark,  
The God into their councels-chamber come  
Zealous to fence this swimming Island bark,  
Opening the book of life, they cast up th●  
Eliza's virtues Chronocled in heaven.   

101  
●nd thus Conclude: what shall Eliza be  
●o loyal to the Gods, so true to men,  
faiths shield in making Faith her shield, shall we  
●rowne her to stand and fight for truth, and then  
Suffer Rebellion from our common foes  
To Snatch both Crown from her, and truth depose?   

102  
●o, no, Eliza is to us more dear:  
●ur truth's as dear to her: we will defend  
●he Faith's defender from all foreign fear  
●et us to her a love-ambassage send.  
Go Mercury, said they, to Albion's Throne  
Unfold Heaven's secrets unto her alone.   

103  
●nd now (dread Queen) know thus much, all was true  
●hat fell from heaven in that prophetiek dream,  
●hich grace unfolded in his sleep to you,  
●he boiling fury of your foes did steam  
Into a fog, and all the heaven's o'er spread,  
But by Ioves brighter shine 'tis scattered.   

104  
●he Gods have lent you as their choicest gem  
●om heavens rich cabinet to England▪ s front,  
●hat you might shine within that Diadem,  
●nd quite blind Envy as she looks aponed.  
Spain Sees, & covers, fame would steal it thence  
That England's faith might lose her reverence.   

105  
But at Ioves council-table 'tis decreed,  
The world no longer shall this gem retain,  
'Twas only taken from the richer breed  
To show the world and put it up again.  
jewels of richer prize are not long worn;  
Virtues unto more crowns than one is borne   

106  
Kings have their change of robes: Eliza shall  
Have change of crowns, and royal Sceptres to  
If earth won't suffer her to shine at all  
In her unborrowed brightness here below,  
The Gods will place her as a fixed star  
Shooting forth glory from a richer sphere.   

107  
No (blessed Eliza) Rome shan't circumvent  
With buried treason or couched policy  
Thy Majesty or state at Parliament;  
The God's decree Eliza first shall die  
They all are set in Parliament above,  
Unto the upper house thou must remove.   

108  
At their late Synod thou wert chose to be  
With the joint sufrage of that royal house  
One of Ioves privy-councellers, that he  
His royal secrets might to. The disclose,  
Heaven hath prepared a crown, that thou ma● reign  
Among the Gods to judge both Rome & Spa●●   

109  
●his measured out the length of heaven's decree;  
●his was Ioves A●iassye in full gommission.  
● humble pride 〈◊〉 the Queen as she  
●eceiv'd the news 〈◊〉 renewed condition,  
And strait she▪ s sick of love, sick to enjoy  
Her change, her crown, her all, then die for joy.   

110  
●ut first before death did divorce her soul.  
●r heaven espouse it to another bridegroom.  
●s peace did by the lovesick bed condole  
●er dying Patron in the fainting Room;  
● Eliza turning but her eye (her eye  
Through which death looked out with majesty.)   

111  
●id there espy her ancient servant peace,  
●bout to die for grief, as if she'd fain  
●oe with Eliza to the grave, de●case  
●liza dead, and with her still remain.  
She saw her, and then said I must leave thee  
Unto my kingdom as a legacy▪   

112  
●ake from my fainting head this fading Crown  
That I may lay mine honour in the dust)  
●hen from thy facred hand present renown  
●nto our dearest james, whilst you intrust  
His honoured temples with our Diadem,  
And with thy presence still attend on him.   

113  
With this Eliza ended: For her soul  
(As if it meant to go along with peace)  
Departed flying to the highesti Pole  
Translated to a crown of ●liffe, and case  
Death opened wide a gate of life to her  
That she through Death might scape both dea● & fear   

114  
Have not you seen a palsy fear possess  
The guilty Traitor, as he dying stands  
In expectation of a Death that guess  
Made over to him from the judge's hands,  
Fear making suit to death, that standeth by  
Death bring a Pardon, that he may not die.   

115  
Just thus when Rome and Spain rid circvitejud  
Of lise and Death on England's Sovereign,  
Both bribed to falsehood by a festered grudge  
She sentenced was to die, but all in vain  
jove sends his privy seal the death, and he  
Brings her a parden, that she may not die.   

116  
She dies; yet dies not, dying doth escape  
Thy tyranny, which hovering o'er did move  
Upon death's borrowed wings, to make a rape  
With fastened tallies on this virgin dove.  
jove takes Her from his Crown, that so her Crow●  
May not be taken from her, ere she go down   

117  
●nd now Eliza's dead; who did bequeath  
●ir virtues as a royal shrine to Crown  
●uceeding james with a true noble wreath,  
commending peace to him as Guardion.  
All shined in him with so full a bliss,  
As if her soul had been espoused to his   

118  
●nd these had been her portion: Can you tell  
What was full Regent in her royal breast,  
Which was not in our Solomon as well  
Say what in her, and that in him was best,  
As if that nature kept her moled to fash  
Him after her in each proportion.   

119  
●nd so this Peer did reign, that had not she  
●rst swayed the Sceptre with so full a grace  
'thad been a sin to think that sex could be  
●o Masculine to keep him equal p●ce  
But jove did disinherit all their Kin  
To make this woman, and this Masculine.   

112  
phoebus' can do no more than call the day,  
●nd Phebe less, she can but gild the night,  
●or he can lend the night an helping ray,  
●or She put out to use a minut's light.  
Night gives to day, and day to night the way  
But these maintained still a constant day.   

121  
As soon as blessed Eliza did go down.  
james rise with glory on our Hemisphere.  
Thus Sceptres yield to Sceptres, crown to crow●  
In constancy is always constant here  
Kingdoms like janus have a double face;  
They look on both sides with an equal grac   

122  
Have you not seen the ray enous Lion run  
With roaring stomach for to seek a prey,  
Snuffling the untiled forest once begun  
With hunger-biting nose to find the way  
Rending the air now, with a thundering throat  
Then bounding o'er the Hills, bequeath's a no●   

123  
Of terror to the trembling valley by,  
Where innocency shroud's itself for fear  
Among the little lambs, that there do lie  
And frighted often do their food forbear,  
Then when in hot pur suit sh'hath lost the da  
She follows night more eager for a prey.   

124  
Thus, thus the Lion of the infernal tribe  
Out run Eliza's days in hot career,  
Thinking his yawning stomach thus to bribe  
By making her a prey; and fain would tore  
Herself and throne in sunder, till they be  
Made Morsels for his whelpish pedigree.   

125  
●nd then once losing his desired prey,  
●is cheated stomach barks with hotter rage:  
●ow nothing will go down, but Majesty  
●e rounds the Island to renew his age  
With some well married prey, at length he saw  
Another game provided for his paw.   

126  
●he buṙied Embers of that ash-heapt treason,  
Which lay like quenched coals in sawdust hid,  
●ome rakes up with the hand of blinded reason  
●nd blows them with false zeal, until they breed  
With hatching heat a treason, which may be  
A plot-form unto all connspiracy.   

127  
What though proud England lately lost her head  
The crown hath lustre still: the right hand's gone,  
But where's the Sceptre though? Eliza's dead,  
But james is from her Phaenix-ashes sprung  
Stars rise & fall; the clouds are low and high  
Prince's decease, but kingdoms never die,   

128  
The crown is placed on a sager Head  
Shining in golden Fleece: From thence will spring  
More rays of wisdom: deep fetched council's breed  
And nimble policy where reigns a King.  
A stronger arm the Sceptre now doth sway,  
A woman's but a warrior for a day   

129  
Yet stout Eliza like a Giant rose  
And with an heart hooped in, with valour stoo●  
At Tillburie our forces to appose  
And scattered like the wind th' Armade wood  
But now we meet both strength & wisedom● doo●  
Policy may, but both must overcome.   

130  
If once their Queen was such a whip to Spain tamburlaine  
Their King will be a Scorpion: was she  
Rom's fear? he'll make Hell shake and Pluto  
Strength must not guide the stern, but Policy  
Close wrapped in treasons must sit there, if w●  
Or hope to get, or get the victory.   

131  
And now that treason, which did seem to sleep  
And slept, Eliza sleeping; they awake.  
The Goaler-Iesuite, which her did keep  
Close Prisoner in his dungeon, now must take  
The fetters from her, let her lose, that she  
May range about, and sit on Majesty.   

132  
Thus have I seen foul guilt, and sad despair  
Making the Malefactor guilty cry,  
And after they condemned Him to fear  
Forced the judge to sentence him to die,  
And yet at length hath sued his pardon too,  
Which granted, he more villainous doth gro●   

133  
What though the treason slept, the Traitors still  
●ept scouting eyes, & watchful heads from fleep:  
●asting so long from villainy, they will  
wreak up their Lent, a cruel Easter keep.  
And murder innocency, that they may  
Really cellebrate that Holiday,   

134  
When slight and strength do in a Duel fight,  
wrength seems the conqueror, flight fears that day  
●o takes her heels, & with a Parthian flight,  
●ee kills her foe by running thus away;  
So have I seen a Ram retreat, that he  
With stronger horns may butt his enemy,   

135  
●he aged hoary Winter now had seen  
●ummer thrice wrapped in her winding sheets,  
●hree races Phoebus with his steeds did win  
●ut running the fierce Lion at three sweats,  
That he was fain to get the crab to place  
His horses back, as he came from the race.   

136  
●nd all this while hid treason buried lay,  
●nd never knew a resurrection;  
●t length Rome thinks to call a judgement day  
●nd summon james to know his censured doom.  
A Spanish twig shall strike the Poppies head.  
The royal seed be sown in Romish bed.   

137  
The Heroic top-bow of that noble stem  
Shall wither at the root, the branches fall.  
The twiggs stripped off, shall grafted be on them  
That grow in Rome, till fruit sprout forth like g●  
Fed from the sop that fat's the Iesl●ite  
Forgetting all the former nurture quite.   

138  
They'll reign o'er them that reign or not at a●  
They'll have more crown's then one or else have no●  
Le's tripling trees for them or rise or fall;  
They'll aim at Cedars or let all alone  
They weigh not London's mace, that pretty staff  
They'll write at once all England's Epitaph.   

139  
At length the Gates of Darkness open wide  
Through which Hell's Ministers do sally out  
Though night-shades, sainted Devils, very pri●  
Those putrid posts with false zeal gilded about,  
With them their arch-ringleeder jesuit,  
Who vows allegiance to the Prince of might   

●40  
He like his predicessor judas well  
Comes compassed round with his riffraff rout,  
The excrement of earth, the scum of Hell;  
Who ere hath brawny hands, hearts steeled abo●  
For rapes, for murders, and new cruelty  
Are his assistants in this villainy.   

1●1  
●n Euglish seed, which with rebellious lungs  
spit venom in their mother's face, and then  
●un o'er to Rome, & their bond heart & tongues  
●o serve Aprentiship, sent o'er again:  
At home they toil in journey work for Spain,  
●'entrap both mother, and her Sovereign.   

142  
●his done, He calls them round about t' unclose  
His sealed heart: But first he makes them swear  
That none shall prove a comment to their foes  
On this obscurer text: That all should fear  
Th' unmanlike forfeit of fidelity  
If they intent to feed on Majesty.   

143  
Before he doth unlock his mind, he'll first  
●ast bolt it too, and bar it with an oath:  
treason's companions are guilt, Fear, mistrust:  
● telling it to tell it he is loath:  
And yet he'll tell it blabbing guilt alone  
●irst fears himself, than her companion   

144  
●e brings the book of life that they may seal  
death's warrant with it: they strait with a kiss  
●o close both heart and lips, that neither tell  
●he secreacy, that now delivered is  
Thus making Heaven subscribe to Hell in sin,  
And seal the bond that they are all bound in   

145  
After wi●h sacrilegious hands he steels  
The Priest's blood wine, and gives the laity;  
They kiss the cup, and with a kiss each seals  
His closest heart to keep this secrecy  
Thus life to Death just transubstantiating  
Whilst they in one cup life and death suck i●   

146  
And now they stand pressed vassals at the nod  
Of Pluto to exact what e'er he will,  
He must serve Hell, that will not serve his God;  
One servant cannot have two masters still  
Their Captain jesuit conducts the way,  
They lead by that false fire go astray.   

147  
Thus, thus those Hell combined Fiends do me  
To satisfy blood thirsty appetite.  
They march like threatening Comets through ●  
Which once appearing to th' amazed fight  
Presage some bloody deluge or the Fate  
Of Majesty or overthrow of state   

148.  
At length their greedy feet o'ertake the place  
(Revenge doth seldom creep, but posts away  
That place where treason stood to end the race▪  
And did for them in expectation stay.  
With death presaging engines that did show  
Their foes had not a guard for such a blo●   

149  
●th▪ English Troy-novant they pitched the treason;  
That royal seat, which bears the mother name,  
England's Parnassus, where diviner reason  
Hath built her Throne, and honour raised her fame  
The City, which this day hath Europe set  
Above her sisters in full glory dight.   

150  
●hat, which commands the Indys, France, & Spain  
stripping them all of all their choicest treasures  
●f wine and Spices, of the golden chain,  
●nd yet to all the world her bounty measures.  
Feeding the hungry with a belly full:  
The naked clothing with her nappy woo●   

151  
●l countries worship Her, strive, and which shall  
●esent her with the richest offering;  
●rabia comes with her perfumed ball  
●nd gives it her as to the fairest Queen:  
Hydaspes flatters her with Odours too  
Striving Arabia's sweetness to outgo   

152  
●aine drinks to her, and then send o'er the cup  
●at she may pledge her in the self same grape;  
●e Parthians richer Diadems put up,  
●d come to her, with a rich laden lap.  
Virgeinia sends Her that diviner weed,  
Which had jove tasted, he would beg the seed   

153  
Her streets no streets but pleasant gardens are  
Where little Hyacinth that lovely boy  
Sports up and down with young Narcissus fair  
Tell me what is not there for Palate joy?  
First fruits are duly paid to her, as if  
She were Queen mother, of all Cities chief   

154  
There you shall see the bloodbright cherry grow  
With blushing ripeness, ere Dame nature can  
Colour her sister's paler-cheekes, which grow  
In other places, with a faintish won  
The unpressed wine full botteled you may se●  
In forward bunches, tempting of yonr eye   

155  
Their various flowers dress the rising spring,  
As she hath new got up, and make her show  
So glorious with her frequent varying,  
That Juno's bird being by would seem a crow  
Nay forward Hiblas' top may well confess;  
To that, she's but a wild spread wilderness   

156  
Tell me (Brave Citizen) if e'er the day  
Got up, Arabia did not call on thee:  
If whilst on tender down each member lay  
Thy bed seemed not a Phoenix-nest to thee:  
Thence from that gathered garden did aris●  
Such odours for thy morning sacrifice.   

157  
There planted is within her fruitful wall  
The tree of life, which spreads fair branches o'er  
Her confines, and with fatness feeds them all;  
Their sprouts the tree of knowledge more & more,  
No worm, nor canker in the apple is:  
'Tis not a garden, but a paradise.   

158  
Close by Her swelling Thamasis doth glide  
Fencing it with a snakelike twinning wall:  
Neptune doth every day come down the tide  
And brings his Bride to see those stately halls  
who viewing them amazed such state to see  
Sinks down into an ebb, and back doth flee.   

159  
●ust on her smelling breast a Town doth float,  
The arched bridge 〈◊〉 thickset double row  
Of houses hedge it, through it boats do shoot  
As swift as arrows from the Parthian bow.  
With whose vast weight the river's pressed so soar  
'Tis forced with louder murmurings to roar   

160  
Beyond it you may see along her side  
That monument of grace antiquity,  
London's chief fort, the towning towers Pride:  
Where Mars, and his munition prisoners lie:  
Till peace disturbed by her foes put in  
Sufficient bale to fetch them out again.   

161  
Next neighbour to it stands o'th' sandy mould  
That house, which with her daily customs fills  
Th' excheqnor with refined fleece of gold  
Richer than jason brought from Causa's hills,  
Thither the Indian ships their riches bring  
Unloading yearly tribute to their King.   

162  
Where Thamisis is broader set below  
Running in deeper waves with lesser noise,  
There you may see a navy proudly go  
Whilst full mouthed Zephjrus their sails doth hoist  
Thamis is London wall: the ships are all  
The watchmen, London sets to keep the wall   

163  
Some lie returned from their two years' race  
And bring the prize with them which they did  
By tilting with their Masts, running apace  
At th' golden line to cut the Ecliptic string. win  
Some overcharged with wine begin to recle▪  
But some discorging it they save the keel   

164  
Some after they the fowler feas do scour  
Licking his slimy filth on either side,  
Rerurne with crazy ribs, beat with the power  
Of thunder tempests, and a raging tide  
And there all furred with grass in harbour lie▪  
That they may cure their green-fick maladye▪   

165  
Whilst others round about them sporting play  
Not troubled with that lazy sloth defease)  
●amaskt about their decks with glittering ray  
●atched with beauty like Ioves crystal lays,  
Sounding the trump to welcome Thetis down  
Whilst she conveys the Echo to the town.   

166  
●ut on, and see that wooden Giant rise  
●ith such a Monster crest, and threatening front  
●ou'd think he'd wage new wars against the skies  
●nd like the Giant race soon set upon't  
A ship so vast as if ten woods had been  
Cut down to build it, when they did begin.   

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〈◊〉 ship, enough even of itself to make  
〈◊〉 navy, and hold stoutly out in play  
●ith an Armado: had it been o'th' lake  
●ith it, alone 't had frighted them away.  
When once it ploughs the feas, ●▪ le boldly say  
Neptune will dive that he may give it way.   

168  
〈◊〉 palace fit for Majesty where he  
●ay keep his court, and did he deem it meet  
●ight ride a progress in it: should it be  
●sieged, with an host, till all their mea●e  
Provided were devoured, they might plant  
Plough, sow within it to supply their want.   

169  
But yet come back again, and with the tide  
Recover London bridge, that you may pass  
(Whilst on a smother wave you thorough glide  
With safety on the equal tract of glass,  
Then feast your eyes on each side by the way,  
Viewing those frames, that cast so bright array   

170  
Leading to that, from whence Apollo spoke  
In England's Oracle, renowned james;  
Where once that Prelate Monarch Woolsie took  
His Primate dignities, those swelling names,  
Which flowed, and ebbed at last like th' Emble●  
That rise, and fell so oft by's palace side.   

171  
White-Hall, where he once sat upon a Throne  
Without a Crown, and kept a Court, as if  
His king were Prelate, and he King alone  
Swaying both King and Sceptre; till his life  
Proclaimed him Traitor, and his Pride proved s●  
Not lifting him so high, as't left him low.   

172  
On either side fair Fabrics beautified  
With Dedall cunning border it about:  
On this the Minster mounts her facred head,  
Where Britain's Kings in Christened pomp go o●  
Being then first crowned with the Diadem  
After dead Caesar yieldeth up his stem   

173  
There lies the royal dust, and quiet bones  
Of all our Henry's, the Marble their  
Weeps o'er our famous Edward's and bemoanes  
Eliza's urn, paying a tribute tear  
To her dead Sovereign; till all the store  
Quite spent, it dries to stone, and weeps no more   

174  
On that side stands a Frame whose prouder spires  
(Gild on there crests with a deep Saphron beam)  
Do court the clouds, and kiss Ioves taper fires  
Go equipage with Heaven. and often seem  
To lend themselves to Atlas, while they bear  
(To ease Him) on their tops the moving sphere   

175  
A goodly Hall, which dares vie stateliness  
With all the patterns of our former days,  
Brazen Colossus, tall Pyramids,  
The Ephesian temple shrined about with bays.  
That high-famed structure, & that polished frame  
Founded, and finished by th' Assyrian dame   

176  
A well knit unity this house divide  
●nto an upper, and a lower region,  
●o planets in their several spheres abide  
●et keep a constant and united motion  
The King like Titan from his flaming crest  
Sparkles his mutual glory to the rest.   

177  
With him, the Pawn of England's hopes, those twiggs  
That sprouted from the aged royal Sire,  
Shrin'k, as if Phoebus lent them pery wiggs;  
Budding forth glory, which was blown there  
To fuller bightnesse, sitting next the King,  
Like Venus next Sol more light borrowing.   

178  
With him, those two tops of Parnassus' Hill,  
Those tapers, which upon our altars stand  
The two Arch Prelates, who with lustre fill  
The senate; lustre, which poor oil maintained  
Sincerer wisdom shined in them so bright,  
Like th' greater put-out honours lesser light.   

179  
With him, the rest of Brittain's noble train  
Those scarlet troops, that shine in royal blood  
Arrayed in spotted Furs, richer than can  
Be dapple died in Assyrian flood.  
Glittering in brisker gems than e'er was set  
On best of Parthian King or Coronet.   

180  
With him, the judges all in cloth of gore  
To Emblem that they sit on guilty blood;  
Unbribed Astraea bears the sword before,  
They must not strike till justice think it good,  
And draw the sword: She guides both blade and hand  
judges condemn, but 'tis at her command.   

181  
●ll these with full united glory meet  
●ike tapers mingled lights, which stronger shine●  
●he trumpets Echo triumphs to the street  
●s they ride on with majesty divine.  
The thronged commons twist their votes i'th' rear  
Teaching the birds to sing an Ave there.   

182  
●hey're ready now to mount that judgement hall  
●here justice sword stands bare, her balance even  
●ce shink▪ her head, & Impudence looks pale  
●aring Astraea is come down from Heaven  
●here stands Rome's whipping post; the jefuite  
plucks in his horns, & thinks of couching slight.   

183  
●ow prayers Elysinm seal with winged flight,  
●natius cannot rest within his grave  
●ey howl such votes to that grand jesuit,  
●ith prayers both whipped and stripped his aid they crave  
At length the Devil doth a plot infuse  
And they sing Hymns unto Ig●●atius.   

184  
●nder that stately house sly cellars creep  
●o adders under fairer flow ●s sh●ou'd)  
●ere Bacchus doth in drov●sie hogsheads sleep,  
●enus there his bottel-nose doth crowed  
Night spreads her sable wings in dismal fort  
Over the vault, and keeps continual court.   

183  
Pluto that treason-Patron from deep Hell  
Seing the Caverne with convenience set  
So nigh his confines; and so apt a cell  
To further their design, he doth them greet  
With larger sums from his own treasury  
To Stock the treason, and the cellar buy.   

184  
Then summons all▪ 'pon pain of Hel's displea su●  
To midnight silence, whilst with equal dole  
He doth his royal charge to each deliver,  
Which did from him like louder thunder role.  
They shiver all in cold amazement, while  
They hear the thing, and yet they do it toil.   

185  
'tis thus (Heroic souls, our royal breed,  
Borne for no mean disignes) let crackling bays  
Whize out their slender fame, who only bleed  
In an Armado, that's not worth our praise  
we'll build our Trophys on a Kingdom's rui●  
Or we'll have none: The iron's hot, be doin●   

186  
'tis red for striking▪ Opportunity  
Just now hangs out her bush, catch hold on that  
Or else occasion's gone, sh'ath wings to fly:  
If once the Synod rise, Time shows his pate,  
Then fasten on his lock, and make him stay  
To see and Chronicle November's day,   

187  
Justice when that furnished fabric shall begin  
To swell with Pride, because in her the flower  
Of dressed nobility is compassed in,  
When Majesty sits under her spread bower,  
Shining like Phebe in the azure plain  
Amids bespangled Uesper's glittering train.   

188  
When every state is placed, begin your play,  
Straight draw the curtain from the Tragic s●eane,  
Let hell appear in her own shape that day;  
And let destruction sally forth unseen  
When th' King with sugared speech is charming al●  
Send him a plaud it from th' infernal Hall.   

189  
Then bullet up from that munitioned cell  
Thy splintred bars, & broken rocks to tear  
The prouder walls in sunder, let all feel  
What sands the banks of Acheron do bear.  
Blow up the bottoms of their towers to heaven  
Level their prouder top with Tellus even.   

190  
Each haves his charge, all like the bait so well,  
They chew upon it with a full delight:  
Thrice watery stomaches long, until they fill  
Themselves with Majesty, they long for might.  
Hope claps them on the back, & cheers them so  
They fear not, care not what they undergo.   

191  
Have not you seen how aged summer casts  
His shedding hair by handfuls from her head;  
Her leaves tossed up and down by Autumn's blasts  
Fall in full shoals till earth be covered:  
Just so in swarms Hell's Harbingers do fly  
Sent to take up this shop of cruelty.   

192  
And now as soon as night gave day the fall  
They creep into that caverne vaulted deep,  
But yet, not nigh enough to Pluto's Hall,  
Where they they their engines & munition keep  
They must delve deeper yet, 'tis their intent  
To borrow Vulcan's forging tenement.   

193  
With spades, and mattock forces they go down  
Like Hannabal they'll find or make away;  
They then besiege earth's closed dungeon  
And carve out trenches in the mangled clay.  
Break through resisting rocks, tear up the ground  
The rivers trembling back at th' noise resound.   

194  
With beamy-yron-rowes they stick the heart  
Of Mother earth, that neighbouring Thamis grew  
Sill to have shaking fits as day did part,  
The earth so quaked with a quotidian ague.  
They digged so far Pluto was fain to ●●nd,  
(Fearing an undermine) to bid them end,   

197  
●nd now they are within Hell's liberties  
arrived close at black Cocytus lays  
●hey hear strong neighings, which do mock the skies,  
thundering from steeds, that on Cocytus' gaze.  
They like the Omen, and petitiones make  
That they that harnessed team from Hell may take   

196  
●ell grants commission, that they may unteather  
●he Stygian brood, and knock their fetters off,  
●he coale-blacke double brace come up together  
●urvetting over Aetna's hilly roof.  
All hoofed with thunder, prancing as they came  
They make each flint with lightning flashes flame   

197  
Aethon throws missed into the thickened air  
●om furnace-lungs breathing forth Sulphur fogs  
●icteus with bushy tail doth sweep it clear,  
●ill it all lies on earth in scummy bogs.  
Orphaeus staring eyes with fire glow.  
And in the air like kindled Meteors show.   

198  
alastor like swift Pegasus doth flee,  
●is wings deep dipped in the Stygian book  
●oe drop down clouds of darkness, which do  
●he I'll in sable black, & makes her look,  
As if she'd bought her mourning, which she went die  
To hang on England's funeral monument.   

199  
Treason's wide warehouse now prepared, they yoke  
This blackbread brood unto Hell's midnight ●a●  
Whose axletree well loaded begins to croak  
Like death's Ambassador, as Ravens jar  
In untuned harmony, and croaking toll  
A passing bell for some departing soul▪   

100  
Full stuffed out barrels press the groaning wain  
Whose rising wombs, and empty nerves are fill '  
With black blue Peter, that ●nkindled gain,  
Which is through Stygian salted sand distilled.  
A little seed scattered on Erebus,  
And there to drier mould, was parched thu●   

201  
The fiery horses draw this load of sin,  
With staring manes, and racked joints so long  
Till foaming sweat doth dapple their black skin  
And quite wear out the carman's whipping thon●  
At length th'unload the wain, that they may loa●  
Bacchus, whils they with these his barrels crou●   

202  
Thus adding fire to that tinder-fuell,  
They strive to lick up with this drier dust  
That oily liquor: fain would make a duel,  
Whilst these, at those well marshaled barrels thru●  
But strait conclude their private quarrel so  
That they join forces 'ganst a common ●oe.   

200  
●nd now the Horses draw with easer thighs,  
Wantoning back to hell with frisking limbs  
spitting forth boiling foam abroad, which flies  
●rom their unruly chaps in hizzing hymns.  
Quench in the colder air like cinders bright  
Which in the water hizzing, quench their light.   

201  
●hey feed on provender of Stygian grains,  
While Sterops and Pyracmon are at jars  
●nd sweat in blood of yellow Scythians,  
striving who shall beat forth more Iron bars.  
Great store of sturdy Thracian Iron's sent  
To forge at Vulcan's furnace-tenement.   

202  
With this large mineral the second time  
●hey load the cart, and weigh so ponderous  
●t made hells baited horses blow again:  
●ike slow Boots now from Erebus  
They creep along; their fiery mettle dies  
Yet night bring's all into their treasuryes.   

203  
●here in that cavern's deep abyss, they heap  
●n Iron Pyramid, the Basis laid  
●pon the barrels, but the top shall creep  
Forced up wards) to the heavens, and jove invade  
Had you but seen that monster you'd have thought  
Peryllis there his brazen bull had brought.   

204  
They stay not, but with Pegasean speed  
(Treason's suspicious always of a vent)  
They lash their horses back with twining reed  
Who swift as thawing winter's current went;  
Then cut down woods to billets, batter down  
Their rotten wooden Gods to bring to town●   

205  
Cast down their images, all gnawn within  
To putrid worme-holes, but daubed o'er with pain●  
That emblem, nay there God head, trunk divine▪  
These they build o'er for fuel coverment.  
You would have sworn had you that pile but seen  
The wooden horse had entered Troy again.   

206  
With pickaxes as sharp as those that break  
The tougher ye of glazed Tanais,  
They next into some craggy paved creek  
(Where angry seas 'gainst foaming rocks do rise)  
Launch forth, that they may cut Don Neptune's warts  
Hue down I mean those raving rocks in parts.   

207  
Digging whole quarries from his monstrous side  
Then dashing them to lesser thunderbolts,  
Next down the banks of Phlegeton they glide,  
And there take Captives all the damned doubts:  
Make the day labourers to glean the land,  
Gathering the stones lie on th' unpaved sand.   

208  
whilst others with rude mattocks dig up all  
●els regent-walke, and level it alone  
●ith cinder dust, which from their forge doth fall;  
●ay they'll not leave for Sysaphus a stone:  
All join to build a fort for envy's hall  
And hedge in treason with a rampant wall.   

209  
●d now 'tis built: they first dig deep to lay  
● strong foundation, with a mixed rout  
●f barrels stu●t with wine, and pouder-clay  
●ake up, they build upon that bottom stout  
Upon the fire they heap on fuel wood,  
Upon the fuel bars of Iron stood.   

210  
●pon the Iron, stones their forces send  
●ixing a quarrye with a Mineral:  
●ast with a faintish flame the fire send  
●t coldly upward Iron keeps down all:  
And, lest the Iron with a falling ●it  
Sink down, to blow it up the fier's set.   

211  
●us strength resisted grows the stronger still,  
●us contradicted passion rageth more:  
● Cammamell trod down grow upward will,  
● bended bows fly up, and strike more sore,  
They hide the treason; darts foreseen will  
Not hurt so much, forewarned forearmed still.   

212  
Now match the pattern: Let me see who dar●  
Discover his rank blood, and say that he  
Is of that kindred, envy will not share  
With them, or take in more affinity.  
These have engrossed the sail of blood; no fees  
Can bribe up hell to grant more Patentees.   

213  
Now treafon's ready dressed to go abroad,  
And Faux hath borrowed Pluto's livery  
To man her: he's the Pimp to help her trad●  
She never stirs but in the night, and he  
Is fain to snatch a firebrand from Hell,  
Which his dark-lanthorne-lights to guide h● sti   

214  
●aux, whose black blood stood in his face, & the●  
Emblem'd the colour of his filthy heart  
Sooted with blacker vice, and swarthy fear,  
Yet blood-red pampared with raw flesh: his pa●  
At every meal was woush milk, which ●ame  
From those two soar breasts, festered Rome an Spain●   

215  
With too officious duty he prepares  
To lay his mistress clothes against she rise;  
Marshals the barrels, ranks the Iron bars,  
Then primes the powder, trains it till it lies  
Close by the barrels mouth, ready to broach  
The Treason: lights, & blows the kindled matc   

217  
●nd now he calls on ●lowpac't aged Time  
●hinking his waxen wings are melted quite,  
●ach minute seems a day, each day as nine,  
●he hourglass is stop●, or runs not right.  
He swears the clocks do lie, and Sexton's fees  
Greasing their fists, that they the wheels may grease   

217  
●hen sends to Time that oily ju●e, the Moon  
●pon her Heifers sprinkles; bids him 'noint  
●is stiffened limbs with that, which Phaeton  
cupples his steeds; and chafe each sleeping joint.  
And yet Time's crazy-staffe doth softly go,  
And yet his tired legs as lazy show.   

218  
At length he offers daily matin's to him  
●ropping as many beads as words do fall:  
He knitts both prayers and promises to woe him,  
Come (Nimble Time) come to our Stygian hall  
I'll let Thee in to see a Tragedy  
Where the Spectators act; The standers by   

219  
Shall neither see nor hear; nor act, nor scene  
Do measure it; no sugared words collouge  
With peevish ears to beg a plaudit in:  
The proloug here, shall be the Epiloug  
And clap itself: a Tragedy just done  
As soon as it is but in thought begun.   

220  
we'll hang no false lights out to entertain  
The actors that their lustre may more shine:  
The candles here shall be the Tragic flame  
Not lighted ' force the Tragedy begin.  
A thought both light them shall, and put the● ou  
So quick an exit brings the Scene about.   

221  
No music here shall call the Prologue in,  
But thunderclaps, & shrieking cries (which come  
From tortured Princes to those Echoing,  
This ceased the play begins not, but 'tis done.  
Nay, whilst the Scene is acting you shall see  
The stage plucked down: My sterious Tragedy   

222  
Chief actors are but three, and they all dressed  
Just in the whore's attire like puppet Rome:  
Dull Ignorance comes out before the rest;  
Her maids are Error, Superstition.  
These follow ignorance still but on this stage  
They all go hand in hand just equipage.   

223  
The stage is rudely built as low as Hell,  
Hanged round about with darker clouds & mists  
The walls thick mud, carved out of nature's cell  
The roof for Majesty fair bowers twists.  
Set up in England, but the Actors come  
Out of th' attyring house of puppets Rome.   

224  
Ignorance enters first, a wizled Dame  
Wrapped in the seamelesse coat her Saviour wore:  
So old, she's in her dotage; blind, and lame  
Led by the Church, on crutches of the whore  
In one hand there's a Bible clasped fast,  
In th'other a dim light, which can not last   

225  
Next Error staggers in, drunk with the wine  
Of Fornication, reeling up and down;  
Tossed with the wind of Church-faith varying  
Walking with naked feet all scurfy grown  
With dirty penance: In one hand's a pardon,  
Th' other a purse to pay for his salvation.   

226  
After her gaudy superstition  
In change of costly clothes still varying:  
Her maid is counterfeit Devotion,  
Who carries after her some holy shrine  
Stole from the Virgin Ladies sacred brows,  
To which with supple knees she humbly bows.   

227  
She proudly walks with tinkling feet, & shines shrines,  
In that same purple robe Christ once put on  
Hung round about with beads, & crowned with  
Wearing the God sh' adores with such renown.  
In one hand there's a candle ne'er goes out,  
A bell in th' other cursing all about.   

228  
Sometimes she's loofely dressed in Hermit leaves,  
Girt with that cord about her hairy loin,  
With which, Christ whipped those buying selling  
Out of the ●emple, who did there conjoin (thiefs  
B God and belial in one house together,  
Thus girt for pilgrimage, she wanders thither.   

228  
Where all the sacred relics treasur'dlye  
To see the Angel Gabriel's plumes, who brought  
The first news of her Lord's Nativity,  
The thirty pieces which her Saviour bought,  
The cross, the nails, the tomb, the sponge, reed,  
The very vinegar, which he drank, is there (spear   

229  
These three lead forth an old, black, meagar wight  
With fatted eyes, blown cheeks, & brothel crown,  
Wrapped close in weeds of darkness life grim night,  
With neck into his shoulders shrouded down,  
With fleering chaps, his gag-teeths threatening all.  
His very image was Heretical.   

203  
Ignatius eldest son, an Epicene,  
Proteus in doctrine; a just courtier Priest;  
A wolf in wool; a glowworm that doth shine  
Most in the dark: a Sainted fiend at best:  
Rome in a Surplice, rank hypocrisy,  
Rotten, but painted o'er divinity.   

130  
A jesuit; that monster pharifie  
That fasts with sweet means, keeps a box forth ' poor,  
But judas like them fills his treasury.  
What not? A just dark Lantern and no more.  
Whose tongue is nothing but equivocations,  
His heart made up of mental reservations.   

231  
He brings a map upon the stage wherein  
Crowns pictured are, and Sceptres cast array:  
But close by swords are drawn by coulering,  
A cup of poison's's placed in the way.  
Dashed brains, rend limbs, blood spiltly's pictured by  
Thus Crowns they win, and wear by cruelty.   

232  
With that, he soon descends a loathly cell▪  
And sets him down just like Diogenes  
In's hogshead, where full barrels round Him well  
And there upon a plot he showing is,  
Thinking to compass more in's tub alone,  
Then Alexander can upon his throne.   

232  
At length he calls those Three, that set him on  
Upon that hideous tasks to do this deed,  
Ignorance, Error, superstition;  
They 'plaud the deepness of his reaching head,  
Promise to raise assistance, who shall cry  
Out of his plot to make a Tragedy   

133  
One error bribes, another Ignorance,  
But Superstition with her conjuring charms  
Commands them all, strait after her they dance▪  
hypocrisy religion soon takes arms  
The chief were those three furies sent from Hell  
To stand for treason, and keep sentinel   

134  
Faux, Percy, Catsbey, Rome's Trium-viri  
Those Parri-regick people-regnicides;  
Spirits incarnate, abstract blasphemy,  
Who thrust at jove through kings and Princes sides  
White gunpowder, who kill without a noise:  
True lime who seeming quenched, then most a nnoyse.   

135  
A treble twisted courd of relatives  
Bound Percy over both to king and state;  
And yet with masked zeal he falsely strives  
Guarding the King, the King to captivate:  
A fence hath thorns, and he chose Pensioner  
(Honoured, with lending Majesty such honour)   

236  
Made his strict homage a back door, where He  
Might let in treason and rebellion:  
Over much zeale's a blast of policy  
To blow up parisite presumption.  
Thus an ungrateful snake doth often string  
The breast, that warmed it, once recovering.   

137  
Faux strives to clothe his couching villainy  
In percies livery, goes for his man,  
Waits on him in the road of Tyranny,  
But rides before him, striving to out ●u●ne  
His master, and his mate; they softly came,  
Whilst he in hot career pursues the game.   

238  
A traitor to himself, that would betray  
(Posing the air, that breathed Him a soul)  
The Patron of his life, before his day  
Hastening to Pluto's file, and their unroll  
Himself for darkness, and present his King,  
His Country too for a burned offering   

139  
These are the true borne of that Father Fiend,  
A Cadmus' brood sprung from the scattered seed  
Of that true serpent's teeth, and now they bend  
Their forces that they may dissensions breed.  
The purer blood of long lived unity,  
Which ran in England's veins, they'll now let fly.   

240  
So are they taught by theit Trivertick Father,  
Such doctrine howls forth triple Cerberus;  
Mad wisdom! puddle knowledge; mudded ove●  
Like flimy streams of filthy Erebus:  
Religion in the Lees! divotions mire!  
A cold, false, foggy, wand'ring, fatuate fire   

241  
Oh 'tis the cause, that is so Catholic,  
Rome's almost ready for her matyrdome▪  
Our mitres have been shaked, if England strike  
The second time, down comes our Triple Crown.  
Religion calls, whilst her cause we cry,  
'tis virtue for to Sin, a price to die   

242  
Aleaprous Church, a Church from scars as free  
As it is full of wounds; one only sore:  
Festered corruption springs and runs from thee,  
So full of spots, uncapable of more  
What horrid Tyranny dare show its head,  
That hath not first at Rome, been licenced.   

243  
These, these, that joined to bear that common yoke  
Fettered together with her sacrament:  
Was by her sacrilegious hire bespoke  
To call up Tyranny, and they consent.  
Let's on: the danger's sweet▪ a Bull shall be,  
Our pardon; merit, our security.   

244  
We I go no common road, away with that  
Prefumption, which is obvious, what e'er  
Hath once been heard shall never in our plot  
jugredient be: Presumption shall despair  
When she first hears of it; nay death shall be  
Amazed to hearc of such a prodigy,   

246  
we'll take up hearts of steel, and triple brass  
Shall hoop them in: Then dastard Tyranny  
To follow us to Hell; and there we'll pass  
With confidence tothth' Stygian deity;  
So learn new magic that we may extract  
Sulphurian sands from Styx his Cataract.   

247  
Some scattered Atom's dust we'll gather thence,  
Which with impetuous rage, shall blow up all;  
An Omnicidian blast to recompense  
The fury of that thronged Capital.  
Nor shield, nor bulwark, nor that Iron coat  
Which fenceth thunder, shall this blow keep out.   

248  
Nor strength, nor care, nor both, nor all shall be  
A Remora to stop the full career  
Of instant ruin; which well armed shall flee  
With close revenge, and bring a weapon with her,  
Will all the acts of murder soon o'ercome,  
Put an whole Kingdom to a martyrdom   

249  
That burning hill that keeps continual sire  
Casting live coals into Calabria's breast,  
Doth but an hatching milder heat expire,  
And rageth with a fury quite suppressed  
Compared to this; a furnace, had it been  
But kindled, Hell had had less firing.   

250  
Nay Phoebus sealding beams (though he or'etake  
The fiery Lion at his raging den)  
In scorching Libya could never make  
So hot a Solstice, burn as this had then  
Wept o'er the flame they had not quenched this  
Had with their running sives the Bel●ides   

251  
A fruitful age; barren in all but some,  
Fruitsull in sending forth a forward spring  
Of ripe impiety. What gulf within  
The deep Abyss of Tartarus can bring  
Bring forth such monsters with a direful hand  
Against anointed holiness to band.   

252  
Nor choleric Seytha, nor yet Concanus,  
He that was pampered up with horse's blood,  
Nor he of Dacia servile Dauns-dacus  
Such Tyrant Mysteries e'er understood:  
Nay the Sicambri that red pated-race  
Poisoned with slaughters at this vale their face:   

253  
The affrighted air with cold amazement shook  
Fearing the thumping blows it should receive,  
The stars do quench their flames i'th' misty brook  
Of Acheron, as if they would bereave  
The Snblunary orb of all it's light  
Loathing so black a deed so strange a sight.   

251  
Phoebe began her palsy head to shroud,  
And seared at the sight plucked in her horns▪  
Apollo's steeds did start into a cloud  
And each with strange reluctancy suborns  
The guider, that he would let loose the rain  
That they might draw the day quite back again   

252  
Phoebus invests himself in sable black  
Mourning to think upon so foul a birth.  
The Axletree of heaven begins to crack  
Fearing some new forg'ed thunderbolts from earth  
The heaven's begin to weep, & with their tears,  
Would make a deluge for to drown their fears   

253  
The unwreathed snakes of the Eumenideses  
Stood bolt upright upon the Fury's heads:  
The hundred-headed beast at th' news of this  
Hangs down his ears, his tail like twinig reeds  
He twists betwixt his legs, runs howling out,  
The Ghosts in strange disorder range about   

254  
The heaven stands still, the Earth seems now to round  
In her diurnal circuit: the whole frame  
Of nature seemed unpinned: disorder found  
Her order now came in, and took the same  
The world amazed, thought jove had suffered  
Or that the world now at an end had been then,   

255  
The sands of Bosphorus begun to groan,  
They heard of it and murmur of the news.  
The Libyck Syrteses feign their heads would drown  
In Africa sea, but Neptune doth refuse  
The Arminian waves do roar, and carry thus  
The news to Taurus, and to Caucasus.   

256  
The Hyperborean mountains, which retain  
An equal portion of the day and night,  
Half year in day, and half in night remain  
Scared from their course keep a continual night  
The Oaks on Gargon on their tops look far  
As if for madness they had toare their hair.   

257  
The aged Alps dissolve their frozen snow  
Filling up Rhodanus with their melting tears,  
And Rhodanus doth her rising banks o'reslow  
Blabbing to France and Italy our fears.  
Acturus will go down, Aericthon rise,  
That they may leave tempestuous seas and skies.   

258  
And yet, and yet, that hell-hatcht crew controls  
Both heaven and earth, go equal with the stars,  
With proudest heads confront the highest poles  
Promise to warm with flames heaven's coldest cars  
Hark, harken, Hell applauds us then they cry  
And so applaud themselves in villainy.   

259.  
And now the day's their own, that glad-sad da●  
That dear, that raising, that foule-faire weather,  
Which must both raise a tomb, and Trophy lay  
For England, and yet not for England neither▪  
Britain's sad Epitaph hangs o'er her hair,  
And Rome's false jubilee is turned in verse.   

260  
And now some pen that's jesuitical  
Must form a letter of equivocations,  
Indicted by a head political  
To keep the truth in mental reservations,  
'Tis sent unto some culled Nobility:  
Go one, and riddle me the mystery.   

261  
My Lord that Catholic affinity,  
Which knitts relation betwixt me, and those,  
Which are so nigh to you, makes me untie  
What sacrament to you, which should keep close  
The dearest secret of my breast, but see  
How near I prise your safe security.   

262  
Then as you love that soul, which is espoused  
In such a fellowship, so near your breast,  
Let it not be divorced: you are exposed  
Unto a common danger with the rest:  
Take up some forged excuse ontrust, which may  
Sue at your absence on the Senate day.   

963  
The God's decree is past, and man consent  
Both have conspired, and sealed their minds, that they  
Will muster up revenge to punishments,  
This iron rusted age shall battered be.  
A blow with sudden terror there shall be:  
And yet the hurt, who hurts them, shall not see   

264  
No motions these commotions shall betray;  
Ushering the sequel with a prologue in,  
No trump shall sound initialls to the fray  
To tell the foeman when he shall begin.  
A thunderclap shall fall with such a blow  
The left hand here, shall not the right hand   

265  
Nor slight you now this warning piece, you may know.  
Escape the ruin horrors o'er your head,  
Withdraw yourself, take wing, and fly away,  
Or else your life's already buried.  
You may outlive the Fates; know, 'tis no more  
But burn the letter, and the danger's o'er.   

266  
Heaven warns you, be sore-armed: I hope that she  
That guided hath the hand, and pen to write,  
Will ope'you eyes to read the mystery:  
He that doth read, and understands not it  
Is ready to neglect; neglect will make  
An Index to't, let care keep what you take.   

267  
The Aenigmas tied in a Gordian knot,  
The letter writ and sent, but who can spell  
The meaning drawn in Ony'on juce, that's not  
Reveal d at all unless the fire tell.  
Burn but the letter, than perchance you'll see  
And yet that burnt, tell me the mystery   

268  
Who with the nimble strength of Daedall wit  
Can lose these tangled lines? what Lynceus eye  
Can sift the bottom of so dark a pit,  
And there those hidden minerals descry?  
Who can this Labyrinth find out, and trace  
That Minotaur in this Meander maze?   

269  
None but that eye, that sees without an eye,  
None but that sun, that shines in midnight dark.  
Could either see or read this mystery,  
Or quench this fire in its ember spark.  
None but that Oracle, which never spoke  
By Oracles could this transparent make,   

270  
God speaks by men, the Devil speaks, but by  
His wooden carcases, God speaks the truth,  
The Liar teacheth stocks, and stones to lie,  
And yet a miracle doth breath from both.  
The Devil's reins hangs lose sometimes, but so  
That there's a curb commands him, too & fro.   

271  
Let hell begin to open wide his jaws  
Thinking to swallow heaven with yawning thro●  
Hell shall prepare his stomach, but for those  
Of his own Tribe, that bear her branded note.  
A pit is often digged for other men,  
But he that digs, shall sometimes first fall in   

272  
If Diomedes trains his horses up  
With living men in stead of fodder food,  
An Hercules shall rise, and fill the cup  
To drench an horse with Diomed●s blood.  
Peryllus may prepare a Bull, but he  
Shall first in his own Bull tormented be.   

273  
Let hell send forth her paler Pegasus  
That treason may ride post on it to bring  
The news of winged ruin unto us,  
Yet jove can hang a plummet on the wing,  
And force the fates to hover till he hit  
Under there wings, and make them fall it'h pit   

274.  
jove calls his bird, that royal Eagle forth  
Makes him his winged Mercury; go fly  
To Albion's court, that Synod of true worth,  
And there this mantled monster-brat descry.  
Give james the Clue, that he may find the way  
Like Theseus, and that he Minotaur betray.   

275  
This Lord soars on the wings of loyalty  
And faithfully conveys that riddle spell  
To Caeasars' council, where true royalty  
●ate judge on it, and censured, each doth tell  
His several verdictt, but the meaning still  
Was tied fast within the knotty spell.   

276  
Till heaven sent down a light, and did infuse  
The truer spirit of an Oracle  
Into our Monarch's soul, to tell the news  
Where dire Revenge doth, with hid treason, dwell.  
He reads the letter, and the language knows  
That confused Ideome of his Babel foes.   

277.  
And now the miners soon are undermined,  
Vulcan's discovered in his loathly cell  
Sitting with other Gods, who there combined  
To summon ruin from the depth of hell.  
Vulcan sits next to Bacchus caskye throne,  
And Pan is mounted on a rock of stone.   

278  
The wooden God is first plucked down, and then  
Vulcan and Bacchus are descried there  
Calling tothth' rocks to cover them from heaven,  
Shrouding their Hogsheads under stones for fear  
The fuell's snatched from th' unkindled fire  
The fowl es●●ps, the fowler's hanged i'th' briar.   

279  
What candle was it, that could guide the eye  
To spell the meaning of so dark a spell?  
What hand could catch at treason, and fast tie  
That captive, to remove him from his cell?  
A light not lighted did those lines unfold  
An hand, without an arm, the foe controlled.   

280  
That hand, which once did write without an arm  
Printing full terror upon Babel's wall,  
Guided this hand to write that hidden charm,  
Which proved theirs, as that did Babel's fall.  
This did Vriah in his letter bear  
The sentence of his death, ere, death came near   

281  
That hand, which guided both, pluck me a quill,  
From the choice pineon of a Seraphin  
Dipped in diviner ink, that't may distil  
Full characters of praise, in charoling  
The wonders of that arm, which could command  
And lose fast treason from so dark a band.   

282  
Infuse fresh Anthems in my duller muse,  
That so it may outrun a Poet's strain  
Lending the world new wonders to perufe.  
My Muse wrapped up beyond Apollo's vein.  
Then in one Halelu-Ile sing a consort  
Shall drown a quire of Angels full report.   

283  
Where lodgeth now that true authentic soul,  
Which was ne'er out of tune in David's breast,  
But kept continual harmony, the pole  
Still heard him in the quire above the rest.  
where's that sweet singer's glory, who did make  
Each string of his own glory to partake.   

214  
Warbling his maker's praise? where are those tongues,  
Which run division out of breath, while they  
Strove who should first outsing themselves in  
And with a Cignets chame call death a way  
All striving thus one consort for to make  
Breaking the consort, each a consort take.   

285  
Were but that old Philosophy in season,  
Which makes the soul remove her lodging still,  
Tuning in this, and then in th'other mansion,  
By transmigration lending the same will  
And power to enact, there were some hope,  
I might have David's soul for David's scope.   

286  
A way fond hopes! Blind nature is no guide  
Elisha can't Elija's soul inhearit,  
Then look not where the Prophet's soul doth hide,  
Without his soul thou mayst have David's spirit▪  
The wind blows where it lists, Olet me find  
In the right corner of my heart the wind.   

287.  
Thus'winged with the wind my soul shall rife  
To tune her Maker's praise, far, far before  
The early Lark doth charm the dawning skies  
My glory shall get up and open the door.  
That from my enlarged breast a choir may go▪  
And learn the Spheres to play Novembers 10.   
FINIS.