Floreat. THE Passionate Spark of a Relenting Mind. ¶ WRITTEN BY Simion Grahame. Quo fata vocant. Seen and allowed by authority. Printed at London by Humphrey Loins, and are to be sold at his Shop at the West door of S. Paul's Church. 1604. TO THE HIGH AND Mighty Prince james, by the grace of God King of England, Scotland, France and Ireland. etc. THis spark comes from the quenchless fire of my ever-burning love, which (to your Highness) I sacrifice upon the Altar of my spotless heart. In the servant flames of this ardour, my Muse with restless flightring wings comburs, still hoping to be Nourished with the radiant beams and propitious splendours of those gracious Eyes. Then, O then let not the Misty Vapours of dark Oblivion overcloud the bright quickness of such shining Suns. But rather let the Influence of their admired virtue exhaust these my rude lines up into the rare and rich treasure of your majesty's superabundant favour. So ending (to begin again) I wish your Grace a most happy and long Reign. Your Majesties ever loving subject. Simion Grahame. To the King his Majesty. 1 GO thou proud Muse with thy ambitious flight Let Wisdom with her pleasing plumes adorn thee If lofty thou shouldst soar thyself from sight, What needest thou care, the world's Envy to scorn thee? 2 Let Heavens thy Song with Echoes still resound, A Royal Subject doth thy wings uphold, And bids thee Mount above the vaulted Round, Love hath no scope, be prodigal and bold. 3 Go then my Muse His mighty Muse adore Pull of the Veil that hid thy high desire With consort sweet she shall thy song decore, Her feathers fair gives promise to aspire. 4 Then like the Lark ascened the Azure Air, With quivering wings go hover in the sky, Out blast thy Notes, and send them here and there Filling his ears with this melodious Cry. 5 O mighty King, Celestial glory shine Over thy Crowns and thy earth'ruling hand, Let hearts inspired thy happiness divine: And let the world come stoop at thy command. 6 Fame through this Globe most furious-like shall thunder Fraught with thy praise on virtues worth to flee And choke the Earth with such admiring wonder That potent Kings may come and honour thee. 7 Hearts shall Consume, of thy astonished foes To see thy rare and high stupendious street All paveat (whereon thou sacred goes) With Crowns and Sceptres thrown before thy feet. 8 Why hearest thou not thy smiling Fortune call, And bids thee spurn that pleasure makes thee stay? Go climb her wheel, be not afraid to fall Thy strength but thinks this world a slender prey. 9 Seek first thy own, what force can thee resist? A name with nought, makes all thy people rage Like eager Hawks, reteinde upon the fist, Who cannot have their hunger to assuage. 10 The Apple stays the simple Child to weep, And doth appease his sobbing heart of harms: So flattering songs lulles courage fast a sleep, And makes the Soldier throw away his Arms. 11 Now sits he wrapped up in a warm furred gown, Over the fire with firme-fixt-gazing eyes: There battles brave Characters doth set down, He apprehends which thought deceiving sees 12 An Army there in bloody rage forth goes, With fury forced, swelled with revenge and grief: And yonder flies their faint and feeble foes, here stands some troops cut of without relief. 13 Some Martial men bewitched with beauty rare, Are intricate in Labyrinths of Love: And forced to try in fancies flattering snare, What sweet-mixt-sowre or pleasing pains can prove. 14 Then Nymph-like-she with strange enticing look Doth so enchant the gallant minded men The bait still hides the poison of the hook Till they be fast, and thus betrayed, what then? 15 Poor captive slaves in bondage prostrate lies Yielding unto her mercy-wanting-will She in disdain scorns all their careful cries. And Circes-like triumphs in learned skill. 16 With ambling trips of beauties gorgeous grace Aurora-like in fiery colours clad And with bright reflex of her fairest face She tempting goes with brainsick humours lad. 17 Fearing that if she should but look below Then Beams would from her burning eyes descend On ivory breast proud swelling hills of snow Would melt, consume, and all their beauty spend. 18 And so she lets her curled locks down fall Which do allure the gentle cooling wind To come and play still wrapping up in thrall Chains of her hair, fond lovers hearts to bind. 19 Beauty in prime adorned doth feed the fight From Crimson lips sweet Nectar's gust forth flows Odor's perfumes the breath, not Natures right White jourie hands a sacred touch bestows. 20 And when those pearl of Orientall-rankes With treasure rich of tempting sound divides From two bright dainty moving-corall-bankes In▪ circkled cares calm smothing speeches slides. 21 Each senseless sense on doting pleasure fast Doth in a carelesle Register enrol. Wishing that course of swift-winged Time to last Which spots the spotless substance of the soul. 22 But oh behold, Nature in morning weed Wepes to be wronged with supesttitious Art For what can brains of rare invention breed? Or what's unsought which pleasure may impart? 23 The sharpest wit whose quick deceiving still Makes restlesle musing of their mind to try Vain trifling snares, mixtured with Magic's skill So Art adds that which Nature doth deny. 24 And thus much more sweet Siren's songs she sounds, To charm, conjure and tempt his hstning care: Oh, than the poor Captived wretch abounds In perverse vows and monstrous oaths to swear. 25 By furious force of Fancy more than mad, With fond desire in restless course he hunts: Blind Love can not discern the good from bad, When on the eye-plumde tail of pride it mounts. 26 The curious mind makes choice of good or ill, Then scales the fort of his engine to climb Above the top of Art exceeding skill, Perfect in that predominates in him. 27 Drunk with the wonders of a worthless worth, From prospect of a looking glass he takes Strange Apish tricks to set his folly forth, Mocked with the gesture, that his shadow makes. 28 When foolish feats no ways will serve his turn, All hope is drowned in despairs groundlesle deep: In restlesle bed (he martir'd man) must mourn, Thoughts, sighs, and tears admit no kind of sleep. 29 Thus lays the Conquest Conqueror of fields on his hurt heart he carries Cupid's scar. The scurvy fainting Coward basely yields: to idle Love the enemy of war. 30 Now Trumpets sound, brave Martial music turns To fiddling noise, or else some amorous song, That glorious fame her wings of worth now burns, When golden youth in prime must suffer wrong. 31 Thus gallant sprights do quintessence their wits, Spending the rare invention of their brains, On idle toys, at which high honour spits, Nor memorised memorials remains. 32 What Marble mind at this would not amaze, To see the ambushed robberies and spoils, O Royal Sir, with Conquering eyes now gaze, Conquer this loss that's lost in all thy soils. 33 Go, go, and make the scurvy world to yield force Which trembling stoops, made fearful with thy Outsprede an host upon each foreign field: And from self pleasure, do they self divorce. 34 (But stay my Muse recall this word of woe) Thyself shall with thy second self abide, The glorious issue of thy loins shall go His honour shall the proud earth's honour hide. 35 It's he the flourish of thy Princely prime, It's he that Kings are made for to adore It's he bewails the slow and tardy time, It's he that weeps there is not worlds in store. 36 It's he that with a greater Courage comes, Than Godfrey did to sacked the Pagan Turk With Trumpets sounds & with great noise of Drum's, It's wondrous he will set this world on wourke. 37 In his approach allegreat thy own, With mighty Music of a Martial mirth. Behold thou mak'st great Neptune's pride be shown, Adorning him with such a gorgeous birth. 38 Let matchless marching-Castles with the wind, In Armies strong and stately troops forth shine: Now let them go as harbingers to find▪ Each unknown Coast and tell them all is thine. 39 Look on that power that potent thou Commands, In learned Military Art, and how, Thy eager-harted venturing Subjects stands Waiting that Gallant warriors word. Go tow, 40 Then do not stay Victorious Trophs to raise, Let my Triumphs through Sea and earth be spread, When thou art dead high fame shall pen thy praise, Of great renown in volumes to be read. 41 Thou Eagle thou look not on base fowls wings, Outstretch thy own and fly this world about. Thou Lion thou leave beasts and hunt at Kings, From their usurped dens go rouse them out. 42 Proud Valour for the vanguard shall make strife, And lofty sprights for Honour will advance. Let him be loathed that loths to lose his life, Or in thy quarrel scorns to try his chance. 43 He willbe first who dying lived to see, This soil thy right governed with thy great grace: And that black mist of vaporous clouds to flee Which long obscured the splendours of thy face. 44 O, when he heard thy people's joy proclaim The righteous King in their exalting Cries, And when he heard them sound thy sacred Name, He threw his hat up in the azure skies. 45 On the towers top incarcerat he stood, And said, O rare and sweet exchange in deed! Thou fleetst on Neptune's dutie-paying flood▪ Hat, thou art lost, and I have gained a head: 46 His Lady staid her sweet eyes silver streams, The hart-burst sighs which that dear dame did breath: Thou with the radiant brightness of thy beams Expelled her woes, and his untimely death. 47 Pity in thee doth Pities self surpass, With pity hear thy people's mourning songs: Look in abuse, as in a looking glass, Appease this plague of their pestif'rous wrongs 48 With treasure rich and rare adorniug gifts Of justice joined with mercy both in one: See how the worngde Complainer kneeling lifts, His hands, his eyes, and sighs with martring moan. 49 He says O Sir I would to God thou saw, What numbers great, Damned Usury doth kill The snaky Lawyer with unlawful law He sucks the hartblood of his Clients still, 50 His hopeless shifts will promise very fair, And take their soul, if that their soul were gold He robs them first, then drowns them in despair, So poor men's right, is to the rich men sold. 51 To come to thee alas they're chokte with fear, Some are put back, when kneeling on their knees Do what they can before they get thy ear, The bribrous Minion, needs will have his fees. 52 He takes in hand each suit both great or small, And sweats they're sure yea to them surely lost. For first he tries the walue of them all, And sells them quite to those that will give most. 53 When days, weeks, months and years are spent he tells The King will no ways grant your suits: farewell, This whirls the poor man in a hundred hells Both them and theirs to beg, to rob, and steal. 53 O Heavens what filthy Colours can I have. To paint such ugly Monsters in their kind: They flatter most when they would most deceive, There honey tongues stings with a viprous mind. 34 It's this vile Caterpillars Mischeifes-Nurse, That fills thy Commons full of sad Complaints, Thou comest to cure this strange consuming Curse, At which I know thy ruthful heart relents. 55 I care not for the falty-ons envy, I know this Physic makes his soul to smart: O that it could both make him Weep and Cry. Whilst Conscience-worme eats up his guilty heart. 56 Spare not Revenge, God sends thee to redress, Long-suffring-greife, and Rigour to remove Tread down their heads that would the poor oppress So shalt thou win and keep thy people's love. 57 Still may thy love with their true love be bought, Still may thy Crown bring Crowns upon thy Crown Still may thy worth with wondrous worth be wrought Still may renown enrich thy rich renown. 51 Still mayst thou reign in happiness and health And still mayst thou in being ever be: Believe me Sir my love is all my wealth, And all that wealth I sacrifice to thee. So only Love hath given my Muse this flight, And makes her come salute thy sacred sight. FINIS. Of a be. De l' Ape ch' loprenai Dolce, e Crudele Le ago nel Core, Nella bocca La mele. Madrigal. Once did I see a sounding be. Amongst her sweetened swarm still would she flee and favour me. Then did I dread no harm. Now whilst in Nectred-glory of her gains, She sits and sucks the fair well-florisht flower: My sugared hopes are turned to bitter pains, And looked▪ for-sweete is nothing else but sour Ah cruel sweet be sweet and cure my smart, Honey my mouth, but do not sting my heart. FINIS. To the famous I'll of Glorious Britanny. 1 ON Parnasse hill whilst as I sit to sing▪ Of stately joy the streams that by me slides: Sweet consort yields from the Castalean spring Whose murmur still in Silver veins divides, Then intricate with courses to and fro▪ They seem to turn whilst as with speed they go. 2 The Muses scarce in circuit is sat down, When Laureate troops comes kneeling me before, In humble show each takes his Laurel Crown, And swears they shall this subject all adore: So am I forced by thee, O wondrous worth! In warbling notes sweet consorts to send forth. 3 With nine-voyced mouth, my Delphin song I sound, Of all the world blessed be thou Britain's Isle. Thou, only thou within this mortal round On whom the Heavens have loved so long to smile For Phanix-like thou hast renewed by kind In getting that which lay for thee iushtinde. 4 Thy present time doth winter-blast despair At force of Joy the barren branch decays Long flourished hope now fruitful is and fair Whose lod'ued birth with burden bows the bays, So downward tops inclining still below Such homage to their owner do they show. 5 Then soil in this most happy harvest your right Ripe sweet desire in spite of wild Envy So shall you with your monarchs▪ matching-might Make earthly Kings to fear your conquering cry The circuit of this spacious Ball at length shall yield unto your army potent▪ strength, 6 As sounds below relents the Air above That hideous noise of Thunderclaps may suage So proud usurping minds shall stoop to move The Lion read to stay his roaring rage Their honours high when he hath made them thrall Since with his force their forcelesle force must fall. 7 He threatens th'earth with such triumphant might That makes his foes afraid to hear his name On virtues wings oreshinde with honours light Borne through the world with ever flying fame Which still the Echo of his might resounds A terror threatening these terrestial bounds. 8 His Sceptre proud and his great conquering hand Will erect Trophs of high Triumphs on all Earth-ruling minds stooping at his command Adorned they are by him to be made thrall. So Monarch he must cause each potent King, For him and his rich tributes for to bring. 9 No treasons gilt, such threatningsses can abide Nor Vipers wild who cates their tongues to bark With fears confused must needs their selves go hide And lie obscure in the Cemerian dark. From light debarred to pressage Pluto's place Where monstrous spirits such monsters shall embrace 10 Swelled with Envy and poisoned great with grief Most serpentlike spews Venom on their own Damned hearts abhorred whose mutins breeds mischief They with their self, their self shall be o'erthrown. So diu'llish brains brings restless murder still They filthy frogs each one shall other kill. 11 Then subjects true on honours throne set forth No death your eternised life can end For famous feats ad's wonders to such worth▪ And truth still doth a shining light out send Whose glancing beams reflexing here and there By flowing quills of Poets are made rare. 12 Now happy Isle sequestered lives no more Since joined expel the excrements of wrath And let their foul ambitious facts implore Their own overthrow and well-deserving death. Raze down, tread on their turrets of Envy Whose pride would mount above the vaulted sky. 13 The Register of Memory behold How God of wonders, wondrous works hath wrought When life past hope to Treason he was sold, Till threatening▪ death in dangers mouth him brought In such extremes deaths ambush was in vain For Heavens strong hand did save him still unslain. 14 All high attempts of deu'llish foes was foiled All hideous noise of horrors did assuage All tragic troops of hellish thoughts was spoiled And rigours self gave rigour to their rage Ensigns displayed whose terror them confounds Whilst conquering joy victorious trumpet sounds. 15 The ship which death with tempests grief did threaten And gulfs of seas was ready to devour When restlesse-mercy-wanting-stormes had beaten At last came safe unto her long-sought shore. So heaven now brings him to his hau'ning place Still to succeed to him and all his race. 16 The upright in each true external thing bewrays the force heart▪ burnig-love doth yield For smiling looks of such a gracious King Shall make your love with lise and blood be sealed, Unworthy to enjoy this mortal breath Who for this King or country fears their death. 17 The Altar is a spotless mind whereon You sacrifice and offer up goodwill Love yields the fuel from the heart alone Which once inflamed is quenchless burning still Then Martial feats shall breed courageous strife, In battles brave to try a careless life. 18 Though the Idaa of your long desire Unsettled Time obscures him for a space Yet shall this Time with coming Time expire And then receive fruition of his face Who justice seeks, his wisdoms eyes shall see With Reasons right each may contented be. 19 Lo Spring-time comes, long darkened Sun comes out All to renew that Winter blasts had spoiled When sending forth, his gorgeous beams about, Hopes harvest expel's which high despair had foiled So hope triumphs, despair lies quite o'erthrown Sweet Soil thou hast which God hath made thine own. 20 Misconstrue not his well-inclining-minde Do not mistrust, for Trial lurks in Time Why to his Kingdoms shall he prove unkind, And glory stain of his adorning prime? No counsel can make him become so strange, Nor earthly pomp his burning love to change. 21 mumur no more nor be not discontent When constant love and spotless justice stands With eager piercing looks for to prevent All kind of foul oppression in his lands. This is the right enricheth his renown, This is the oath made to his royal Crown. 12 And you whose long tormented hearts hath still With cloudy mists and darkness been obscured You all the world with Tragic volumes fill What woe's devised that you have not endured Your Register this Rigour may recall, Shame, bloodshed, death, still captives led in thrall. 23 In guiltless him, no cruelty doth dwell Nor from his mercy never sprang mischief Your conscience read and it shall surely tell His hands are washed as causeless of your grief Then let the blood the banishment and death Be on their heads the Authors of your wrath. 24 What though a King? yet Kings are sometime forced To yield consent with unconsenting heart As from his will unwillingly divorced That no uproar should rise any part: Such is the only prudence in a Prince That 'gainst a murmuring Momus makes defence. 25 Why, do not then degorge satyrike words Usurping right, thou shalt usurp thy brain For lo nought else such foolish feats affords: But diu'llish guerdon for thy greatest gain, And still thou shalt infamous make thy name When as thy end's to end in endless shame. 26 If Christian thou, then Christianlike abide Till flowing favour from his Kingly love By Stately rule thy freedom shall provide When minds remorse and mercy shall him move, So Conscience thralled, made free and grief is gone Then shall his Soils contented hue in one. 27 And darkened Clouds that lours upon you heads Gives place unto the glori'us shining Sun Whose burning beams with radiant splendour spreads A restless race not ending still begun To show the odds 'twixt heavens Celestial light And gloomy mist of Helles eternal night. 28 From treasure rich of God's immortal store Let fervent love in fity flames descend And fill you: hearts with pity to implore That heavens preventing hand may him defend Let highest curse breath forth consuming woes For to convert or else confound his foes. 29 A gracious King whose Mercy still abounds A gallant Queen by Nature made none such▪ A Prince whose worth james restless Trumpet sounds And Princess she I cannot praise too much A King a Queen, a Prince, a Princess rare O Soil, what Soil, can with this Soil compare. 30 Then happy I'll, in this thy happy day God's thundering voyee with heart's relenting hear Whilst heavens high Troops theatred in array With sounding loy before Christ's throne compear In consort sweet melodious songs to sing Live hue great james most blest and potent King. FINIS. To Scotland his Soil: To thee my Soil (where first I did receive my breath) These Obsequies I sing Before my Swan-like-death. My love by nature bound which spotless love I spend From treasure of my heart to Thee I recommend. I care not Fortune's frown, nor her unconstant Fate: Let her dissembling smile and triumph in deceit. Cursed be that man which hoards his hopes up in her lap, And cursed be he that builds upon her hapless hap. I tread on that blind Bawd and scorn her sowre-mixt-sweet, In spite of all her spite I spurn her with my feet. Now let her spit more wrath (If any more yet be) Let horror of her heart thunder at careless- Me. Then all the flattering shows of Fortune I disdain, So farewell Soil and friends, a Pilgrim once again. FINIS. His Passionado when he was in Pilgrimage. 1 THou Phaeton thy fity course dost end, and Cynthia thou with borrowed light dost shine These woods their silent horrors do out-send, And Valleys low their misty Vapours shrine, Each huely thing by nature's course doth go To rest save I that wander now in woe. 2 My plaints impart these solied parts to fill, Whilst roaring Rivers send their sounds among Each dreadful Deen appears to help me still, And yields sad Consorts to my sorr'wing song, How oft I breathe this woeful word alas, From Echo I sad accents back embrace. 3 I will▪ advance, what fears can me affray▪ Since Dreads are all debarred by high despair, Lake dark nights-Ghost, I Vagabond astray With troubled spried transported here and there, None like myself but this myself alone I matured man bewail my matchless moan. 4 You flintic stones take ears and eyes to see This thundering grief with earthquake of my heart That you may sigh and weep with miser- Me Melt at the tragic comments of my smart. Let these my tears that fall on you so oft Make your obdurate hardness to be soft. 5 You liquid drops distilling from mine eyes, In Crystal you▪ my second self appears▪ Pattern of pain, how dost thou sympathise In visage wan, and Pilgrim's weed thou bears? And on those signs of miscontent attire Still do I read, debarred from my desire. 6 This hairy Robe which doth my corpse contain This Burden and my rough unrased head A winter and a summer have I been In dangers great still wandering in this weed, Lo thus the force of my disasters strange Hath made me use this unacquainted change. 7 I am dried up with Dolours I endure My hollow eyes bewray my restless night My Visage pale self pity doth procure I see my sores deciph'red in my sight. A Pilgrim still, my Oracle was so, And made my name, AH MISER MAN I GO. 8 Now do I go and wander any way, No strange estate no kind of trau'ling toils No threatening Cross nor sorrow can me stay, To search and seek through all the sorts of soils. So round about this Round still have I run, Where I began, again I have begun. 9 In strangest parts where stranger I may be, An outcast lost and void of all relief: When saddest sights of sorrow I can see, They to my grave shall help to feed my grief▪ If Wonders self can woeful wonders show That sight, that part, that wonder I will know. 10 Thus do I walk on foreign fields forlorn, To careless- Me, all cares do prove unkind, I do the Fates of sickle Fortune scorn: Each Cross now bredes contentment to ●y mind Astonish of stupendious things by day, Nor howling sounds by night can me affray. 11 You stately, Alps surmounting in the skies The force of floods that from your heights down falls There mighty Clamours with my careful Cries, The echoes voice from hollow Caves recalls. The snow froz'n-clowds down from your tops do thunder Their voice with mine doth tear the air a sunder 12 And Neptune thou when thy proud swelling wrath Fron gulfs to mountains moved with Winter's blast In anger great when thou didst threaten death Oft in thy rage, thy raging storms I past And my salt tears increased thy saltness more, My sighs with winds made all thy bowels roar. 13 The spacious earth and groundless deep shall bear, A true Record of this my mart'ring moan And if there were a world of worlds to hear (When from this mortali Chaos I am gone) I dare approve my sorrow hath been such That all their wits cannot admire too much. 14 On the cold ground my Caytife-Carcasle lies, The leafless trees my Winter▪ blasted-bed. Not Architecture but the vaporous skies, Black foggy Mist my wearied corpses hath clad, This loathsome La●e on which I restless turn Doth best befit Mee-Miser-man to mourn. 15 With open eyes Night's darkness I disdain▪ On my Cros'd▪ breast ay cross my Crossed arms And when Repose seeks to prevent my pain▪ Squadrons of Cares do sound their flesh alarms So in my sleep (the Image of pale Death) These sighing words with burden bruised I breath. 16 I ever rowed my Barge against the stream, I scaled those steps that Fortune did me frame I Conquered, which impossible did seem. ay, hapless I, once happy I became Now sweetest joy is turned to bitter gall The higher up the greater was my fall. 17 What passing Follies are in high Estates, Whose foolish hopes give promise to aspire: Selfe-flatt'rie still doth mask the fear of Fates Till unawares deceived in sougth desire, This breeds despair, than force of Fortune's change Sets high Estates in dread and peril strange. 18 There secret grudge, Envy and Treason dwells There justice lies, in Dole▪ bewraying weed There sliding Time with altering feats still tells The great Attempts ambitious minds do breed. They who have most still hunt for more and more They most desire that most are choked with store 19 Henceforth will I forsake terrestial Toys, Which are nought else but shawdowes of deceat What Covered danger is in earthly joys, When wild Envy, triumphs on each Estate. Thou Traitor Time thy Treason doth betray And makes youths Spring in flourish fair decay. 20 What's in Experience which I have not sought All (in that All) my will I did advance At highest rate, all these my wits are bought In Fortune's Lottrie, I have tried my Chance. So what I have I have it not by show, But by experience which I truly know. 21 Long have I searched and now at last I find, Eye-pleasing-Calmes the tempest doth obscure. When I in glory of my prosperous wind, With white▪ swelled▪ sails on gentle seas secure And when I thought my Lodestar shined most fair e'en then my hopes made shipwreck on despair. 22 My light is dark whilst I am overthrown, Poor silly Bark that did pure love possess: With great ungrateful storms thus am I blown On ruthless Rocks still deaf at my distress. So long-sought-Conquest doth in ruins boast And says behold, thy love and labour's lost. 23 Since all my love and labour's lost, let Fame Spit forth her hate and with that hateful scorn In dark oblivion sepulchrize my name: And tell the world that I was never borne. In me all earthly dream'd-of-Ioy shall end. As Indian herbs, which in black smoke I spend. 14 All-doting-pleasure, that all-tempting-devill, I shall abhor as a contag'ous Pest I'll purge and cleanse my senses of that Evil I swear and vow, still in this vow to rest, In fable habit of the mourning black I'll solemnize this oath and vow I make. 15 Then go wild World confused Mass of nought, Thy bitterness hath now abused my brain Avoid thy deu'llish Fancy from my thought With idle toys torment me not again. My Time which thy alluring folly spent With heart contrite and tears I do repent. FINIS. Against Time. SONNET. Go traitor Time and authorize my wrong▪ My wrack, my woe, my waiting on bewray Look on my heart which by thy shifts so long Then tyrannized with Treason to betray My hopes are fled, my thoughts are gone astray And senseless I have sorrow in such store That pain itself to whom I am a pray Of me hath made a martyred man and more. Go, go then Time, I hateful thee implore, To memorise my sad and matchless moan Whilst thy deceits by death I shall decore My loss of life shall make them known each one, So (I poor I) I sing with Swan like song, Go traitor Time and Authorise my wrong. FINIS. ¶ The Estate of worldly Estates. 1 EAch hath his Time whom Fortune will advance Whose fickle wheel runs restless round about Some flattering lie oft changeth others chance Dangers deceit in guilty hearts breeds doubt. It's seen What yet hath been With tract of time to pass, And change Of Fortune strange At last hath turned their glass. 2 Envy triumphs on tops of high Estate All over-hung with veils of feigned show Man chmbes above the course of such conceit That lothe-like, they loathe to look below. And what? All's haszard that We seek on Dice to set, For some To heights do come Then falls in dangers net. 4 The gallant man, if poor, he's thought a wretch, His Virtue rare is held in high disdain The greatest Fool is wise if he be rich And wisdom flower from his Lunatic brain, Thus see Rare sprit's to be Of no account at all. Disgrace Hath got such place Each joys at others fall. 3 The brib'rous mind who makes a God of gold He scorns to plead without he have reward Then poor men's suits at highest rat's are sold Whilst Au'rice damned, nor Ruth hath no regard. For here He hath no fear Of God's consuming curse His gains Doth pull with pains Plagues from the poor man's purse. 5 The furious flames of Sodom's sudden fire, With fervent force consume vain Pride to nought With wings of wax let soaring him aspire Above the Stars of his ambitious thought. And so When he doth go On top of Pride's high glory Then shall His sudden fall Become the world's sad Story. 6 Ingratitude that ill,- ill-favoured Ill In noble breasts hath builded Castles strong Oblivion sett's-vp the Troph's that still bewrays the filthy vildness of that wrong. Ah mind Where deu'llish kind Ingratitude doth dwell That Ill Coequals still The greatest Ill in hell. 7 On poisons filth contagious Error spreeds Heavens spotless eyes looks as amazed with wonder Their Viperous minds such raging horror breeds To tear Religions virgin-roabes asunder. What then O wicked men And Hell's Eternal pray Go mourn And in time turn From your erroneous way. 8 What course wants cross? what kind of state wants strife? What worldling yet could ever seem content? What have we here in this our thwartting life? joy, Beauty, Honour, Love, like smoke are spent. I say Time goes away Without return again How wise! Who can despise These worldly vapours vain. FINIS. His Dying song. 1 NOw hapless heart what can thy soars assuage Since that art grypt with horror of Death's hand? Thou (baleful-thou) becomes the Tragic stage Where all my torturing thoughts theatred stand: Grief, fear, death, thought, each in a monstrous kind Like ugly monsters muster in my mind. 2 Thou loathsome bed to restlesse-martred- Me Void of repose, filled with consuming cares, I will breathe forth my wretched life on thee, For quenchless woe and pain, my grave prepares Unto pale-agonizing- Death am thrall Then must I go, and answer to his call. 3 O Memory most bitter to that man, Whose God is Gold and hoards it up in store, But O that blind-deceiving- Wealth what can It save a life, or add one minute more? When he at rest, rich treasures in his sight, His Soul (poor Fool) is ta'en away that night. 4 And strangers gets the substance of his gain, Which he long sought with endless toils to find This v●lde world's filth and excrements most vain, He needs must die and leave it all behind. O man in mind remember this, and mourn, Naked thou cam'st, and Naked must return, 5 I naked came, I naked must return▪ Earth's flattering pleasure is an Idle toy For now I swear my very Soul doth spurn That breath, that froth, that moment fleeting joy, Then farewell World, let him betrayed still boast Of all mischief that in Thee trusteth most. 6 Burnt- Candle, all thy store consumed thou end's, Thy lightning splendour threats for to be gone, O how dost thou resemble Me that spend's And sighs forth life in sighing forth my moan? Thy light Thee loathes, I loath this loathed life, Full of deceit, false envy, grudge, and strife. 7 I call on Time, Tim's alt'red by the change, I call on Friends, friends have closed up their ears I call on Earthly Powers, and they are strange I call in vain when Pity none appears. Both Time and friends, both Earthly Powers and all All in disdain are deaf at my hoarse call. 8 Then Prayer flow from my hart-humbling knees, To the supreme Celestial Throne aspire, And show my grief to heavens all seeing eyes, Who never yet denied my just desire. Man's help is nougth, O God thy help I crave, Whose spotless blood my spotted Soul did save. 9 Then take my Soul which bought by thee, is thine, Earth harb'ring-worms, take you my Corpse of Clay, O Christ on me Eternal mercy shine, Thy bleeding wounds wash all my sins away. Now now I come to thee O Isu sweet, Into thy hands I recommend my Street. FINIS.