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Several
Poems

Compiled with great variety of Wit and
Learning, full of Delight;

Wherein especially is contained a compleat
Discourse and Description of
The Four Elements
Constitutions,
Ages of Man,
Seasons of the Year

Together with an exact Epitome of
the three first Monarchyes
Viz. The Assyrian,
Persian,
Grecian
.
And the beginning of the Romane Common-wealth
to the end of their last King:

With diverse other pleasant & serious Poems,

By a Gentlewoman in New-England.

The second Edition, Corrected by the Author,
and enlarged by an Addition of several other
Poems found amongst her Papers
after her Death.

Boston, Printed by John Foster, 16781678.

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Kind Reader:

Had I the opportunity but to borrow some
of the Authors wit, ’tis possible I might
so trim this curious work with such
quaint expressions, as that the Preface
might bespeak thy further Perusal; but I fear
’twill be a shame for a Man that can speak so little,
To be seen in the title page of this Womans Book,
left by comparing the one with the other, the Reader
should pass his sentence that it is the gift of two lettersflawed-reproduction
men not only to speak most but to speak best; I one wordflawed-reproduction
leave therefore to commend that, which with any
ingenious Reader will too much commend the Author,
unless men turn more peevish then women,
to envy the excellency of the inferiour Sex. I doubt
not but the Reader will quickly find more then I
can say, and the worst effect of his reading will be
unbelief, which will make him question whether it
be a womans work, and aske, Is is possible? If
any do, take this as an answer from him that dares
avow it; It is the Work of a Woman, honoured,
and esteemed where she lives, for her gracious demeanour,
her eminent parts, her pious coversation,
her courteous disposition, her exact diligence
in her place, and discreet managing of her Family a3 occa a3v
occasions, and more then so, these Poems are the
fruit but of some few houres, curtailed from her
sleep and other refreshments. I dare adde little lest
I keep thee too long; if thou wilt not believe the
worth of these things (in their kind) when a man
sayes it, yet believe it from a woman when thou
seest it. This only I shall annex, I fear the displeasure
of no person in the publishing of these
Poems but the Author, without whose knowledg,
and contrary to her expectation, I have presumed
to bring to publick view, what she resolved in
such a manner should never see the Sun; but I
found that diverse had gotten some scattered Papers,
affected them well, were likely to have sent
forth broken pieces, to the Authors prejudice,
which I thought to prevent, as well as to pleasure
those that earnestly desired the view of the whole.

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Mercury shew’d Apollo, Bartas Book,

Minerva this and wisht him well to look,

And tell uprightly, which did which excell

He view’d and view’d, and vow’d he could not tel

They bid him Hemisphear his mouldy nose,

With’s crackt leering glasses, for it would pose

The best brains he had in’s old pudding-pan

Sex weigh’d, which best the Woman, or the Man?

He peer’d, and por’d, & glar’d, & said for wore,

I’me even as wise now, as I was before:

They both ’gan laugh, and said, it was no mar’l

The Auth’ress was a right Du Bartas Girle.

Good sooth quoth the old Don, tell ye me so,

I muse whither at length these Girls will go;

It half revives my chil frost-bitten blood,

To see a Woman once, do ought that’s good;

And chode by Chaucers Boots, and Homers Furrs,

Let Men look to’t, least Women wear the Spurrs.

N. Ward.

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To my dear Sister, the Author of
these Poems.

Though most that know me, dare (I think) affirm

I ne’re was born to do a Poet harm,

Yet when I read your pleasant witty strains,

It wrought so strongly on my addle brains;

That though my verse be not so finely spun

And so (like yours) cannot so neatly run,

Yet am I willing, with upright intent,

To shew my love without a complement.

There needs no painting to that comely face,

That in its native beauty hath such grace;

What I (poor silly I) prefix therefore,

Can but do this, make yours admir’d the more;

And if but only this, I do attain

Content, that my disgrace may be your gain.

If women, I with women may compare,

Your works are solid, others weak as Air;

Some Books of Women I have heard of late,

Perused some, so witless, intricate,

So void of sense, and truth, as if to erre

Were only wisht (acting above their sphear)

And all to get, what (silly Souls) they lack,

Esteem to be the wisest of the pack;

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Though (for your sake) to some this be permitted,

To print yet wish I many better witted;

Their vanity make this to be enquired,

If Women are with wit and sence inspired:

Yet when your Works shall come to publick view,

’Twill be affirm’d, ’twill be confirm’d by you:

And I, when seriously I had revolved

What you had done I presently resolved,

Theirs was the Persons, not the Sexes failing,

And therefore did be-speak a modest vailing.

You have acutely in Eliza’s ditty,

Acquitted Women, else I might with pitty,

Have wisht them all to womens Works to look,

And never more to meddle with their book.

What you have done, the Sun shall witness bear,

That for a woman’s Work ’tis very rare;

And if the Nine, vouchsafe the Tenth a place,

I think they rightly may yield you that grace.

But least I should exceed, and too much love,

Should too too much endear’d affection move,

To super-adde in praises, I shall cease,

Least while I please my self I should displease

The longing Reader, who may chance complain,

And so requite my love with deep disdain;

That I your silly Servant, stand i’th’ Porch

Lighting your Sun-Light, with my blinking Torch;

Hindring his minds content, his sweet repose,

Which your delightful Poems do disclose

When once the Caskets op’ned, yet to you

Let this be added, then I’le bid adieu,

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If you shall think, it will be to your shame

To be in print, then I must bear the blame:

If’t be a fault ’tis mine, ’tis shame that might

Deny so fair an Infant of its right,

To look abroad; I know your modest mind,

How you will blush complain, ’tis too unkind:

To force a womans birth provoke her pain,

Expose her labours to the Worlds disdain.

I know you I say, you do defie that mint,

That stampt you thus to be a fool in print.

’Tis true it doth not now so neatly stand,

As if ’twere pollisht with your own sweet hand;

’Tis not so richly deckt, so trimly tir’d,

Yet it is such as justly is admir’d.

If it be folly, ’tis of both, or neither,

Both you and I, we’l both be fools together;

And he that sayes, ’tis foolish, one wordobscuredmy word

May sway)by my consent shall make the third,

I dare out-face the worlds disdain for both,

If you alone profess you are not wroth;

Yet if you are, a Womans wrath is little,

When thousands else admire you in each Tittle.

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Upon the Author; by
a known Friend.

Now I believe Tradition, which doth call

The Muses, Virtues, Graces, Females all,

Only they are not nine, eleven nor three;

Our Auth’ress proves them but one unity.

Mankind take up some blushes on the score;

Monopolize perfection no more;

In your own Arts, confess your selves out-done,

The Moon hath totally eclips’d the Sun

Not with her sable Mantle muffling him,

But her bright silver makes his gold look dim:

Just as his beams force our paone letterflawed-reproduction lamps to wink,

And earthly Fires, within their ashes shrink.

B.W.

I cannot wonder at Apollo now,

That he with Female Laurel crown’d his brow,

That made him witty: had I leave to chose,

My Verse should be a page unto your Muse

C.B.

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In praise of the Author, Mistris Anne Bradstreet,
Virtues true and lively Pattern, Wife of the
Worshipfull Simon Bradstreet Esq;

At present residing in the Occidental parts of the
World in America, Alias
Nov-Anglia.

What golden splendent Star is this so
bright,

One thousand Mile approximately two lettersflawed-reproductionwice told, both day and night,

(From th’ Orient first sprung) now from the West

That shines; swift winged Phœbus, and the rest

Of all Jove’s fiery flames surmounting far

As doth each Planet, every falling Star;

By whose divine and lucid light most clear

Natures dark secret mysteryes appear;

Heavens, Earths, admired wonders, noble act:

Of Kings and Princes most heroick facts,

And what e’re else in darkness seem’d to dye,

Revives all things so obvious now to th’ eye,

That he who these its glittering rayes views o’re,

Shall see what’s done in all the world before.

N.H.

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Upon the Author

Twere extream folly should I dare attempt,

To praise this Authors worth with complement;

None but her self must dare commend her parts,

Whose sublime brain’s the Synopsis of Arts.

Nature and skill here both in one agree,

To frame this Master-piece of Poetry:

False Fame belye their Sex no more, it can

Surpass, or parallel, the best of Man.

C.B.

Another to Mrs. Anne Bradstreet,
Author of this Poem.

Ive read your Poem (Lady) and admire,

Your Sex to such a pitch should e’re aspire;

Go on to write, continue to relate,

New Historyes, of Monarchy and State:

And what the Romans to their Poets gave,

Be sure such honour, and esteem you’l have.

H.S.

An Anagram.

Anna Bradestreate Deer neat An Bartas

So Bartas like thy fine spun Poems been,

That Bartas name will prove an Epicene.

Another.

Anne Bradstreate Artes bred neat An.

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Upon
Mrs. Anne Bradstreet

Her Poems &c.

Madam, twice through the Muses Grove
I walkt,

Under your blissfull bowres, I shrowding there,

It seem’d with Nymphs of Helicon I talkt.

For there those sweet-lip’d Sisters sporting were,

Apollo with his sacred Lute sate by,

On high they made their heavenly Sonnets flye,

Posies around they strow’d, of sweetest Poesie.

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Twice have I drunk the Nectar of your lines,

Which high sublim’d my mean born phantasie.

Flusht with these streams of your Maronean wines

Above my self rapt to an extasie:

Methougth I was upon mount Hiblas top,

There where I might those fragrant flowers lop,

Whence did sweet odors flow, and honey spangles
drop.

3

To Venus shrine no Altars raised are,

Nor venom’d shafts from painted quiver fly,

Nor wanton Doves of Aphrodites Carr,

Or fluttering there, nor here forlornly lie,

Lorne Paramours, not chatting birds tell news

How sage Apollo, Daphne hot pursues,

Or stately Jove himself is wont to haunt the stews.

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Nor barking Satyrs breath, nor driery clouds

Exhal’d from Styx, their dismal drops distil

Within these Fairy, flowry fields, nor shrouds

The screeching night Raven, with his shady quill:

But Lyrick strings here Orpheus nimbly hitts,

Orion on his sadled Dolphin sits,

Chanting as every humour, age & season fits.

5

Here silver swans, with Nightingales set spells,

Which sweetly charm the Traveller, and raise

Earths earthed Monarchs, from their hidden Cells,

And to appearance summons lapsed dayes,

There heav’nly air, becalms the swelling frayes,

And fury fell of Elements allayes

By paying every one due tribute of his praise.

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This seem’d the Scite of all those verdant vales,

And purled springs, whereat the Nymphs do play,

With lofty hills, where Poets rear their tales,

To heavenly vaults, which heav’nly sound repay

By ecchoes sweet rebound, here Ladyes kiss,

Circling nor songs, nor dances circle miss;

But whilst those Syrens sung, I sunk in sea of bliss.

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Thus weltring in delight, my virgin mind

Admits a rape; truth still lyes undiscri’d,

Its singular, that plural seem’d, I find,

’Twas Fancies glass alone that multipli’d;

Nature with Art so closely did combine,

I thought I saw the Muses trebble trine,

Which prov’d your lonely Muse, superiour to the
nine.

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Your only hand those Poesies did compose,

Your head the source, whence all those springs
did flow,

Your voice whence changes sweetest notes arose,

Your feet that kept the dance alone, I trow:

Then vail your bonnets, Poetasters all,

Strike, lower amain and at these humbly fall,

And deem your selves advanc’d to be her Pedestal.

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Should all with lowly Congies Laurels bring,

Waste Floraes Magazine to find a wreathe;

Or Pineus Banks ’twere too mean offering,

Your Muse a fairer Garland doth bequeath

To guard your fairer front; here ’tis your name

Shall stand immarbled; this your little frame

Shall great Colossus be, to your eternal fame.

I’le please my self, though I my self disgrace,

What errors here be found, are in Errataes place.

J. Rogers.

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To her most Honoured Father
Thomas Dudley Esq;
these humbly presented.

T.D. On
the four
parts of
the world.
Dear Sir of late delighted with
the sight

Of your four Sisters cloth’d in black
and white,

Of fairer Dames the Sun ne’r saw the face;

Though made a pedestal for Adams Race;

Their worth so shines in those rich lines you
show

Their paralels to finde I scarcely know

To climbe their Climes, I have nor strength nor
skill

To mount so high requires an Eagles quill;

Yet view thereof did cause my thoughts to soar

My lowly pen might wait upon those four

I bring my four times four, now meanly clad

To do their homage, unto yours, full glad:

Who for their Age, their worth and quality

Might seem of yours to claim precedency:

But by my humble hand, thus rudely pen’d

They are, your bounden handmaids to attend

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These same are they from whom we being have

These are of all, the Life the Nurse, the Grave,

These are the hot, the cold, the moist, the dry,

That sink, that swim, that fill, that upwards fly,

Of these consists our bodies, Cloathes and Food,

The World, the useful hurtful, and the good,

Sweet harmony they keep, yet jar oft times

Their discord doth appear, by thse har sh rimes

Yours did contest for wealth, for Arts for Age,

My first do shew their good, and then their rage.

My other foures do intermixed tell

Each others faults, and where themselves excell.

How hot and dry contend with moist and cold,

How Air and Earth no correspondence hold,

And yet in equal tempers, how they ’gree

How divers natures make one Unity

Something of all (though mean) I did intend

But fear’d you’ld judge Du Bartas was my friend

I honour him, but dare not wear his wealth

My goods are true (though poor) I love no
stealth

But if I did I durst not send them you

Who must reward a Thief, but with his due.

I shall not need, mine innocence to clear

These ragged lines, will do’t, when they appear:

On what they are your mild aspect I crave

Accept my best, my worst vouchsafe a Grave.

From her that to your self, more duty owes

Then water in the boundless Ocean flows.

1642-03-20March 20. 1642

Anne Bradstreet.

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The
Prologue.

1.

To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings,

Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun,

For my mean pen are too superiour things:

Or how they all, or each their dates have run

Let Poets and Historians set these forth,

My obscure Lines shall not so dim their worth.

2.

But when my wondring eyes and envious heart

Great Bartas sugar’d lines, do but read o’re

Fool I do grudg the Muses did not part

’Twixt him and me that overfluent store,

A Bartas can, do what a Bartas will

But simple I according to my skill.

3.

From school-boyes tongue no rhet’rick we expect

Nor yet a sweet Consort from broken strings,

Nor perfect beauty, where’s a main defect:

My foolish, broken blemish’d Muse so sings

And this to mend, alas, no Art is able,

’Cause nature, made it so irreparable.

4.

Nor can I, like that fluent sweet tongu’d Greek,

Who lisp’d at first, in future times speak plain

By Art he gladly found what he did seek

A full requital of his, striving pain

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Art can do much, but this maxime’s most sure

A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.

5.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue

Who says my hand a needle better fits,

A Poets pen all scorn I should thus wrong.

For such despite they cast on Female wits:

If what I do prove well, it won’t advance,

They’l say it’s stoln, or else it was by chance.

6.

But sure the Antique Greeks were far more mild

Else of our Sexe, why feigned they those Nine

And poesy made, Calliope’s own Child;

So ’mongst the rest they placed the Arts Divine

But this weak knot, they will full soon untie,

The Greeks did nought, but play the fools & lye.

7.

Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are

Men have precedency and still excell,

It is but vain unjustly to wage warre;

Men can do best, and women know it well

Preheminence in all and each is yours;

Yet grant some small acknowledggement of ours.

8.

And oh ye high flown quills that soar the Skies,

And ever with your prey still catch your praise,

If e’re you daigne these lowly lines your eyes

Give Thyme or Parsley wreath I ask no bayes,

This mean and unrefined ure of mine

Will make you glistring gold, but more to shine:

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The
Four Elements

The Fire, Air, Earth and water did
contest

Which was the strongest, noblest and
the best,

Who was of greatest use and might’est force:

In placide Terms they thought now to discourse,

That in due order each her turn should speak;

But enmity this amity did break

All would be chief, and all scorn’d to be under

Whence issu’d winds & rains, lightning & thunder

The quaking earth did groan, the Sky lookt black

The Fire, the forced Air, in sunder crack;

The sea did threat the heav’ns, the heavn’s the
earth,

All looked like a Chaos or new birth:

Fire broyled Earth, & scorched Earth it choaked

Both by their darings, water so provoked

That roaring in it came, and with its source

Soon made the Combatants abate their force

The rumbling hissing, puffing was so great

The worlds confusion, it did seem to threat

Till gentle Air, Contention so abated

That betwixt hot and cold, she arbitrated

The others difference, being less did cease

All storms now laid, and they in perfect peace

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That Fire should first begin, the rest consent,

The noblest and most active Element.

Fire.

What is my worth (both ye) and all men know,

In little time I can but little show.

But what I am, let learned Grecians say,

What I can do well skil’d Mechanicks may:

The benefit all living by me finde,

All sorts of Artists here declare your mind.

What tool was ever fram’d, but by my might?

Ye Martilists, what weapons for your fight,

To try your valour by, but it must feel

My force? your sword, & Gun, your Lance of steel,

Your Cannon’s bootless and your powder too

Without mine aid, (alas) what can they do:

The adverse walls not shak’d, the Mines not blown,

And in despight the City keeps her own;

But I with one Granado or Petard

Set ope those gates, that ’fore so strong were bar’d.

Ye Husband-men, your Coulter’s made by me

Your Hooes your Mattocks, & what e’re you see

Subdue the Earth, and fit it for your Grain

That so it might in time requite your pain:

Though strong limb’d Vulcan forg’d it by his
skill

Ye Cooks, your Kitchen implements I frame

Your Spits, Pots, Jacks, what else I need not name.

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Your dayly food I wholsome make, I warm

Your shrinking Limbs, which winter’s cold doth
harm.

Ye Paracelsus too in vain’s your skill

In Chymistry unless I help you Still.

And you Philosophers if e’re you made

A transmutation it was through mine aid.

Ye silver Smiths your Ure I do refine

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What mingled lay with Earth I cause to shine;

But let me leave these things, my flame aspires

To match on high with the Celestial fires:

The Sun an Orb of fire was held of old,

Our Sages new another tale have told:

But be he what they will yet his aspect

A burning fiery heat we find reflect,

And of the self same nature is with mine

Cold sister Earth, no witness needs but thine:

How doth his warmth refresh thy frozen back

And trim thee brave, in green, after thy black:

Both man and beast rejoyce at his approach,

And birds do sing, to see his glittering Coach

And though nought, but Salamanders live in fire

And fly Pyrausta call’d, all else expire,

Yet men and beast Astronomers will tell

Fixed in heavenly Constellations dwell,

My Planets of both Sexes whose degree

Poor Heathen judg’d worthy a Diety:

There’s Orion arm’d attended by his dog;

The Theban stout Alcides with his Club,

The valiant Perseus, who Medusa slew,

The horse that kil’d Belerophon, then flew.

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My Crab, My Scorpion, fishes you may see

The Maid with ballance, wain with horses three,

The Ram, the Bull, the Lion, and the Beagle,

The Bear, the Goat, the Raven, and the Eagle,

The Crown the Whale, the Archer Bernice Hare,

The Hidra, Dolphin, Boys that water bear,

Nay more, then these, Rivers’ mongst stars are
found

Eridanus, where Phaeton was drown’d.

Their magnitude, and height, should I recount

My story to a volume would amount

Out of a multitude these few I touch.

Your wisdome out of little gather much.

I’le here let pass, my choler, cause of wars

and influence of divers of those stars

When in Conjunction with the Sun do more

Augment his heat, which was too hot before.

The Summer ripening season I do claim

And man from thirty unto fifty frame.

Of old when Sacrifices were Divine,

I of acceptance was the holy signe,

’Mong all my wonders which I might recount,

There’s none more strange then Ætna’s Sulphry
mount

The choaking flames, that from Vesuvius flew

The over curious second Pliny flew,

And with the Ashes that it sometimes shed

Apulia’s ’jacent parts were covered.

And though I be a servant to each man

Yet by my force, master, my masters can.

What famous Towns, to Cinders have I turn’d?

What lasting forts my kindled wrath hath burn’d?

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The stately Seats of might Kings by me

In confused heaps, of ashes may you see.

Wher’s Ninu great wall’d Town, & Troy of old

Carthage, and hundred more in stories told

Which when they could not be o’recome by foes

The Army, through my help victorious rose

And stately London, (our great Britain’s glory)

My raging flame did make a mournful story,

But maugre all, that I, or foes could do

That Phoenix from her Bed is risen New.

Old sacred Zion, I demolish’d thee.

So great Diana’s Temple was by me,

And more then bruitish Sodom, for her lust

With neigbouring Towns, I did consume to dust

What shall I say of Lightning and of Thunder

Which Kings & mighty ones amaze with wonder,

Which made a sar, (Romes) the worlds proud
head,

Foolish Caligula creep under’s bed.

Of Meteors, ignis fatuus and the rest,

But to leave those to th’wise, I judge it best.

The rich I oft makd poor, the strong I maime,

Not sparing Life when I can take the same;

And in a word the world I shall consume

And all therein, at that great day of Doom;

Not before then, shall cease my raging ire

And then because no matter more for fire.

Now Sisters pray proceed each in your Course

As I, impart your usefulness and force.

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Earth.

The next in place Earth judg’d to be her due,

Sister (quoth shee) I come not short of you,

In wealth and use I do surpass you all,

And mother earth of old men did me call:

Such is my fruitfulness, an Epithite

Which none ere gave, or you could claim of right

Among my praises this I count not least,

I am th’original of man and beast.

To tell what sundry fruits my fat soil yields

In Vineyards, Gardens, Orchards & Corn-fields.

Their kinds, their tasts, their colors & their smells

Would so pass time I could say nothing else:

The rich the poor, wise, fool, and every sort

Of these so common things can make report.

To tell you of my countryes and my Regions,

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Soon would they pass not hundreds but legions:

My cities famous, rich and populous,

Whose numbers now are grown innumerous.

I have not time to think of every part,

Yet let me name my Grecia, ’tis my heart.

For learning arms and arts I love it well,

But chiefly ’cause the Muses there did dwell.

Ile here skip ore my mountains reaching skyes,

Whether Pyrenean, or the Alpes, both lyes

On either side the country of the Gaules

Strong forts, from Spanish and Italian brawles.

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And huge great Taurus longer than the rest,

Dividing great Arthree lettersflawed-reproductionia from the least;

And Hemus whose steep sides none foot upon,

But farewell all for dear mount Helicon.

And wondrous high Olimpus, of such fame,

That heav’n it self was oft call’d by that name.

Parnassus sweet, I dote too much on thee,

Unless thou prove a better friend to me:

But Ile leap ore these hills, not touch a dale,

Nor will I stay, no not in Tempe Vale,

Ile here let go my Lions of Numius,

My Panthers and my Leopards of Libia,

The Behemoth and rare found Unicorn,

Poysons sure antidote lyes in his horn,

And my Hiæna (imitates mans voice)

Out of great numbers I might pick my choice,

Thousands in woods & plains both wild & tame,

But here or there, I list now none to name:

No, though the fawning Dog did urge me sore,

In his behalf to speak a word the more,

Whose trust and valour I might here commend;

But time’s too short and precious so to spend.

But hark you wealthy merchants, who for prize

Send forth your well-man’d ships where sun doth
rise,

After three years when men and meat is spent,

My rich Commodityes pay double rent.

Ye Galenists, my Drugs that come from thence,

Do cure your Patients, fill your purse with pence;

Besides the use of roots, of hearbs and plants,

That with less cost near home supply your wants.

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But Mariners, where got you ships and Sails,

And Oars to row, when both my Sisters sails?

Your Tackling, Anchor, compass too is mine,

Which guides when fun nor moon nor stars do shine.

Built Cities, Monuments, call’d by your names,

Were those compiled heaps of massy stones

That your ambition laid, ought but my bones?

Ye greedy misers, who do dig for gold

Will not my goodly face your rage suffice

But you will see what in my bowels lyes?

And ye Artificers, all Trades and sorts

My bounty calls you forth to make reports,

If ought you have, to use, to wear, to eat,

But what I freely yield upon your sweat?

And Cholerick Sister, thou for all thine ire

Well knowst my fuel must maintain thy fire.

As I ingenuously with tanks confess,

My cold thy fruitfull heat doth crave no less:

But how my cold dry temper works upon

The melancholy Constitution;

How the autumnal season I do sway,

And how I force the grey-head to obey,

I should here make a short, yet true Narration,

But that thy method is mine imitation.

Now must I shew mine adverse quality,

And how I oft work mans mortality:

He sometimes finds, maugre his toiling pain

Thistles and thorns where he expected grain.

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My sap to plants and trees I must not grant,

The vine, the olive, and the figtree want:

The Corn and Hay do fall before the’re mown.

And buds from fruitfull trees as soon as blown;

Then dearth prevails, that nature to suffice

The Mother on her tender infant flyes;

The husband knows no wife, nor father sons,

But to all outrages their hunger runs:

Dreadfull examples soon I might produce,

But to such Auditors ’twere of no use.

Again when Delvers dare in hope of gold

To ope those veins of Mine, audacious bold:

While they thus in mine entrails love to dive,

Before they know, they are inter’d alive.

Y’affrighted wights appal’d, how do ye shake,

When once you feel me your foundation quake?

Because in the Abbysse of my dark womb

Your cities and your selves I oft intomb:

O dreadfull Sepulcher! that this is true

Nathan and all his company well knew,

So did that Roman, far more stout then wise,

Bur’ing himself alive for honours prize.

And since fair Italy full sadly knowes

What she hath lost by these remed’less woes.

Again what veins of poyson in me lye,

Some kill outright, and some do stupifye:

Nay into herbs and plants it sometimes creeps,

In heats & colds & gripes & drowzy sleeps:

Thus I occasion death to man and beast

When food they seek, & harm mistrust the least.

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Much might I say of the hot Libian sand

Which rise like tumbling Billows on the Land

Wherein Cambyses Armie was o’rethrown

(but windy Sister, ’twas when you have blown)

I’le say no more, but this thing add I must

Remember Sons, your mould is of my dust

And after death whether interr’d or burn’d

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As Earth at first so into Earth return’d.

Water.

Scarce Earth had done, but th’angry water mov’d

Sister (quoth she) it had full well behov’d

Among your boastings to have praised me

Cause of your fruitfulness as you shall see:

This your neglect shews your ingratitude

And how your subtilty, would men delude

Not one of us (all knows) that’s like to thee

Ever in craving, from the other three;

But thou art bound to me, above the rest

Who am thy drink, thy blood, thy sap and best:

If I withhold what art thou? dead dry lump

Thou bearst nor grass or plant nor tree nor stump

Thy extream thirst is moistned by my love

With springs below, and showres from above

Or else thy Sun burnt face and gaping chops

Complain to th’heavens if I withhold my drops

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Thy Bear, thy Tyger, and thy Lion stout,

When I am gone, their fiercenes none needs doubt

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Thy Camel hath no strength, thy Bull no force

Nor mettal’s found, in the couragious Horse

Hinds leave their calves, the Elephant, the Fens

The wolves and savage beasts, forsake their Dens

The lofty Eagle, and the Stork fly low,

The Peacock and the Ostrich, share in woe,

The Pine, the Cedar, yea, and Daphne’s Tree

Do cease to flourish in this misery.

Man wants his bread and wine, & pleasant fruits

He knows, such sweets, lies not in Earths dry roots

Then seeks me out, in river and in well

His deadly malady I might expell:

If I supply, his heart and veins rejoyce,

If not, soon ends his life, as did his voyce;

That this is true, Earth thou canst not deny

I call thine Egypt, this to verifie,

Which by my fatting Nile, doth yield such store

That she can spare when nations round are poor

When I run low, and not o’reflow her brinks

To meet with want, each woful man be-thinks:

And such I am, in Rivers, showrs and springs

But what’s the wealth, that my rich Ocean brings

Fishes so numberless, I there do hold

If thou shouldst buy, it would exhaust thy gold:

There lives the oyly Whale, whom all men know

Such wealth but not such like, Earth thou maist

The Dolphin loving musick, Arians friend (show

The witty Barbel, whose craft doth her commend

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With thousands more, which now I list not name

Thy silence of thy Beasts doth cause the same

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My pearles that dangle at thy Darlings ears,

Not thou, but shel-fish yield, as Pliny clears.

Was ever gem so rich found in they trunk,

As Egypts wanton, Cleopatra drunk?

Or hast thou any colour can come nigh

The Roman purple double Tirian Dye?

Which sars Consuls, Tribunes all adorn,

For it to search my waves they thought no scorn.

Thy gallant rich perfuming Amber-greece

I lightly cast ashore as frothy fleece:

With rowling grains of purest massie gold,

Which Spains Americans do gladly hold.

Earth thou hast not moe countrys vales & mounds

Then I have fountains, rivers lakes and ponds.

My sundry seas, black, white and Adriatique,

Ionian, Baltique, and the vast Atlantique,

Ægean, Caspian, golden rivers five,

Asphaltis lake where nought remains alive:

But I should go beyond thee in my boasts,

If I should name more seas then thou hast Coasts.

And be thy mountains n’er so high and steep,

I soon can match them with my seas as deep.

To speak of kinds of waters I neglect,

My diverse fountains and their strange effect:

My wholsome bathes, together with their cures;

My water Syrens with their guilefull lures.

Th’uncertain cause of certain ebbs and flows,

Which wondring Aristotles wit n’er knows.

Nor will I speak of waters made by art,

Which can to life restore a fainting heart.

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Nor fruitfull dews, nor drops distil’d from eyes,

Which pitty move and oft deceive the wise:

Nor yet of salt and sugar, sweet and smart,

Both when we list to water we convert.

Alas thy ships and oars could do no good

Did they but want my Ocean and my flood.

The wary merchant on his weary beast

Transfers his goods from south to north and east,

Unless I ease his toil, and do transport

The wealthy fraight unto his wished port:

These be my benefits, which may suffice:

I now must shew what ill there in me lies.

The flegmy Constitution I uphold,

All humors, tumors which are bred of cold:

O’re childhood and ore winter I bear sway,

And Luna for my Regent I obey.

As I with showers oft times refresh the earth,

So oft in my excess I cause a dearth,

And with abundant wet so cool the ground,

By adding cold to cold no fruit proves sound.

The Farmer and the Grasier do complain

Of rotten sheep, lean kine, and mildew’d grain.

And with my wasting floods and roaring torrent,

Their cattel hay and corn I sweep down current.

Nay many times my Ocean breaks his bounds,

And with astonishment the world confounds,

And swallows Countryes up, n’er seen again,

And that an island makes which once was Main:

Thus Britain fair (tis thought) was cut from France

Scicily from Italy by the like chance,

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And but one land was Africa and Spain

Untill proud Gibraltar did make them twain.

Some say I swallow’d up (sure tis a notion)

A mighty country in th’ Atlantique Ocean.

I need not say much of my hail and snow,

My ice and extream cold, which all men know,

Whereof the first so ominous I rain’d,

That Israels enemies therewith were brain’d:

And of my chilling snows such plenty be

That Caucasus high mounts are seldome free.

Mine ice doth glaze Europes great rivers o’re,

Till sun release, their ships can sail no more.

All know that inundations I have made,

Wherein not men, but mountains seem’d to wade,

As when Achaia, all under water stood,

That for two hundred years it n’er prov’d good.

Deucalions great Deluge with many moe,

But these are trifles to the flood of Noe,

Then wholly perish’d Earths ignoble race,

And to this day impairs her beauteous face,

That after times shapproximately two lettersflawed-reproduction never feel like woe,

Her confirm’d sons behold my colour’d bow.

Much might I say of wracks, but that Ile spare,

And now give place unto our Sister Air,

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Air.

Content (quoth Air) to speak the last of you,

Yet am not ignorant first was my due:

I do suppose you’l yield without controul

I am the breath of every living soul.

Mortals, what one of you that loves not me

Abundantly more then my Sisters three?

And though you love Fire, Earth and Water well

Yet Air beyond all these you know t’excell.

I ask the man condemn’d, that’s neer his death,

How gladly should his gold purchase his breath,

And all the wealth that ever earth did give,

How freely should it go so he might live:

No earth, thy witching trash were all but vain,

If my pure air thy sons did not sustain.

The famish’d thirsty man that craves supply,

His moving reason is, give least I dye,

So loth he is to go though nature’s spent

To bid adieu to his dear Element.

Nay what are words which do reveal the mind,

Speak who or what they will they are but wind.

Your drums your trumpets & your organs found,

What is’t but forced air which doth rebound,

And such are ecchoes and report of th’ gun

That tells afar th’exploit which it hath done.

Your Songs and pleasant tunes they are the same,

And so’s the notes which Nightingales do frame.

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Ye forging Smiths, if bellows once were gone

Your red hot work more coldly would go on.

Ye Mariners, tis I that fill your fails

And speed you to your port with wished gales.

When burning heat doth cause you faint, I cool,

And when I smile, your ocean’s like a pool.

I help to ripe the corn, I turn the mill,

And with my self I every Vacuum fill

the ruddy sweet sanguine is like to air.

And youth and spring, Sages to me compare,

My moist hot nature is so purely thin,

No place so subtily made but I get in.

I grow more pure and pure as I mount higher,

And when I’m throughly rarifi’d turn fire:

So when I am condens’d, I turn to water,

Which may be done by holding down my vapour.

Thus I another body can assume,

And in a trice my own nature resume.

Some for this cause of late have been so bold

Me for no Element longer to hold,

Let such suspend their thoughts, and silent be,

For all Philosophers make one of me:

And what those Sages either spake or writ

Is more authentick then our modern wit.

Next of my fowles such multitudes there are,

Earths beasts and waters fish scarce can compare.

Th’Ostrich with her plumes, th’Eagle with her eyn

The Phænix too (if any be) are mine,

The stork, the crane, the partridg, and the phesant

The Thrush, the wren, the lark a prey to ’th’ pesant.

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With thousands more which now I may omit

Without impeachment to my tale or wit.

As my fresh air preserves all things in life,

So when corrupt, mortality is rife:

Then Fevers, Purples, Pox and Pestilence,

With divers moe work deadly consequence:

Whereof such multitudes have di’d and fled,

The living scarce had power to bury dead;

Yea so contagious countryes have we known

That birds have not ’scapt death as they have flown

Of murrain, cattle numberless did fall,

Men fear’d destruction epidemical.

Then of my tempests felt at sea and land,

Which neither ships nor houses could withstand.

What wofull wracks I’ve made may well appear,

If nought were known but that before Algere,

Where famous Charles the fifth more loss sustaind

Then in his long hot war which Millain gain’d.

Again what furious storms and Hurricanoes

Know western Isles, as Christophers, Barbadoes,

Where neither houses, trees nor plants I spare;

But some fall down, and some fly up with air.

Earthquakes so hurtfull, and so fear’d of all,

Imprison’d I, amdthe original.

Then what prodigious sights I sometimes show,

As battles pitcht in th’air, as countryes know,

Their joyning fighting, forcing and retreat,

That earth appears in heaven, O wonder great!

Sometimes red flaming swords and blazing stars.

Portentous signs of famines, plagues and wars.

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Which make the mighty Monarchs fear their fates

By death or great mutation of their States.

I have said less then did my Sisters three,

But what’s their wrath or force, the same’s in me.

To adde to all I’ve said was my intent,

But dare not go beyond my Element.

Of the four Humours in Mans
Constitution.

The former four now ending their discourse,

Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their
force,

Lo other four step up, creave leave to show

The native qualityes that from them flow:

But first they wisely shew’d their high descent,

Each eldest daughter to each Element.

Choler was own’d by fire, and Blood by air,

Earth knew her black swarth child, water her fair:

All having made obeysance to each Mother,

Had leave to speak, succeeding one the other:

But ’mongst themselves they were at variance,

Which of the four should have predominance.

Choler first hotly claim’d right by her mother,

Who had precedency of all the other:

But Sanguine did disdain what she requir’d,

Pleading her self was most of all desir’d.

Proud Melancholy more envious then the rest,

The second, third or last could not digest.

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She was the silentest of all the four,

Her wisdom spake not much, but thought the more

Mild Flegme did not contest for chiefest place,

Only she crav’d to have a vacant space.

Well thus they parle and chide; but to be brief,

Or will they, nill they, Choler will be chief.

They seing her impetuosity

At present yielded to necessity.

Choler.

To shew my high descent and pedegree,

Your selves would judge but vain prolixity:

It is acknowledged from whence I came,

It shall suffice to shew you what I am,

My self and mother one, as you shall see,

But shee in greater, I in less degree.

We both once Masculines, the world doth know,

Now Feminines awhile, for love we owe

Unto your Sisterhood, which makes us render

Our noble selves in a less noble gender.

Though under Fire we comprehend all heat,

Yet man for Choler is the proper seat:

I in his heart erect my regal throne,

Where Monarch like I play and sway alone.

Yet many times unto my great disgrace

One of your selves are my Compeers in place,

Where if your rule prove once predominant,

The man proves boyish, sottish, ignorant:

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But if you yield subservience unto me,

I make a man, a man in th’highst degree:

Be he a souldier, I more fence his heart

Then iron Corslet ’gainst a sword or dart.

What makes him face his foe without appal,

To storm a breach, or scale a city wall,

In dangers to account himself more sure

Then timerous Hares whom Castles do immure?

Have you not heard of worthyes, Demi-Gods?

Twixt them and others what is’t makes the odds

But valour? whence comes that? from none of you,

Nay milksops at such brunts you look but blew.

Here’s sister ruddy, worth the other two,

Who much will talk, but little dares she do,

Unless to Court and claw, to dice and drink,

And there she will out-bid us all, I think,

She loves a fiddle better then a drum,

A Chamber well, in field she dares not come,

She’l ride a horse as bravely as the best,

And break a staff, provided be in jest;

But shuns to look on wounds, & blood that’s spilt,

She loves her sword only because its gilt.

Then here’s our sad black Sister, worse then you.

She’l neither say she will, nor will she doe;

But peevish Malecontent, musing sits,

And by misprissions like to loose her witts:

If great perswasions cause her meet her foe,

In her dull resolution she’s so slow,

To march her pace to some is greater pain

Then by a quick encounter to be slain.

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But be she beaten, she’l not run away,

She’l first advise if’t be not best to stay.

Now let’s give cold white sister flegme her right,

So loving unto all she scorns to fight:

If any threaten her, she’l in a trice

Convert from water to congealed ice:

Her teeth will chatter dead and wan’s her face,

And ’fore she be assaulted, quits the place.

She dares not challeng, if I speak amiss,

Nor hath she wit or heat to blush at this.

Here’s three of you all see now what you are,

Then yield to me preheminence in war.

Again who fits for learning, science, arts?

Who rarifies the intellectual parts:

From whence fine spirits flow and witty notions:

But tis not from our dull, slow sisters motions:

Nor sister sanguine, from thy moderate heat,

Poor sp irits the Liver breeds, which is thy seat.

What comes from thence, my heat refines the same

And through the arteries sends it o’re the frame:

the vital spirits they’re call’d and well they may

For when they fail, man turns unto his clay.

The animal I claim as well as these,

The nerves, should I not warm, soon would they
freeze

But flegme her self is now provok’d at this

She thinks I never shot so far amiss.

But know ’ts a foolish brain that wanteth heat.

My absence proves it plain, her wit then flyes

Out at her nose, or melteth at her eyes.

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Oh who would miss this influence of thine

To be distill’d, a drop on every Line?

Alas, thou hast no Spirits thy Company

Will seed a dropsy, or a Tympany,

The Palsy, Gout, or Cramp, or some such dolour:

Thou wast not made, for Souldier or for Scholar;

Of greazy paunch, and bloated cheeks go vaunt,

But a good head from these are dissonant.

But Melancholy, would’st have this glory thine,

Thou sayst thy wits are staid, subtil and fine,

’Tis true, when I am Midwife to thy birth

Thy self’s as dull, as is thy mother Earth:

Thou canst not claim the liver, head nor heart

Yet hast the Seat assign’d, a goodly part

The sinke of all us three, the hateful Spleen

Of that black Region, natnure made thee Queen;

Where pain and sore obstruction thou dost work,

Where envy, malice, thy Companions lurk.

If once thou’rt great, what follows thereupon

But bodies wasting, and destruction?

So base thou art, that baser cannot be,

Th’ excrement adustion of me.

But I am weary to dilate your shame,

Nor is’t my pleasure thus to blur your name,

Only to raise my honour to the Skies,

As objects best appear by contraries.

But Arms and Arts I claim, and higher things,

The princely qualities befitting Kings,

Whose profound heads I line with policies,

They’r held for Oracles, they are so wise,

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Their wrathful looks are death their words are laws

Their Courage it foe, friend, and Subject awes;

But one of you, would make a worthy King

Like our sixth Henry (that same virtuous thing)

That when a Varlet struck him o’re the side,

Forsooth you are to blame, he grave reply’d.

Take Choler from a Prince, what is he more

Then a dead Lion, by Beasts triumph’d o’re.

Again you know, how I act every part

By th’influence I still send from the heart:

It’s nor your Muscles nerves, nor this nor that

Do’s ought without my lively heat, that’s flat:

Nay th’ stomack magazine to all the rest

Without my boyling heat cannot digest:

And yet to make my greatness, still more great

What differences, the Sex? but only heat.

And one thing more, to close up my narration

Of all that lives, I cause the propagation.

I have been sparings what I might have said

I love no boasting that’s but Childrens trade.

To what you now shall say I will attend,

And to your weakness gently condescend.

Blood.

Good Sisters give me leave as is my place

To vent my grief, and wipe off my disgrace:

Your selves may plead your wrongs are no three lettersflawed-reproductiontless

Your patience more then mine, I must confess.

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Did ever sober tongue such language speak.

Or honesty such tyes unfriendly break?

Dost know thy self so well us so amiss?

Is’t arrogance or folly causeth this?

Ile only shew the wrong thou’st done to me,

Then let my sisters right their injury.

To pay with railings is not mine intent,

But to evince the truth by Argument

I will analyse this thy proud relation

So full of boasting and prevarication,

Thy foolish incongruityes Ile show,

So walk thee till thou’rt cold, then let thee go.

There is no Souldier but thy self (thou sayest,)

No valour upon Earth, but what thou hast

Thy silly provocations I despise,

And leave’t to all to judge, where valour lies

No pattern, nor no pattron will I bring

But David, Judah’s most heroick King,

Whose glorious deeds in Arms the world can tell,

A rosie cheek Musitian thou know’st well;

He knew well how to handle Sword and Harp,

And how to strike full sweet, as well as sharp,

Thou laugh’st at me for loving merriment,

And scorn’st all Knightly sports at Turnament.

Thou sayst I love my Sword, because it’s gilt,

But know, I love the Blade, more then the Hilt,

Yet do abhor such temerarious deeds,

As thy unbridled barbarous Choler breeds:

Thy rudeness counts good manners vanity,

And real Complements base flattery.

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For drink, which of us twain like it the best,

Ile go no further then thy nose for test:

Thy other scoffs not worth of reply

Shall vanish as of no validity:

Of thy black Calumnies this is but part,

But now Ile shew what souldier thou art.

And though thou ’st us’d me with opprobrious
spight

My ingenuity must give thee right.

Thy choler is but rage when tis most pure,

But usefull when a mixture can endure;

As with thy mother fire, so tis with thee,

The best of all the four when they agree:

But let her leave the rest, then I presume

Both them and all things else she would consume.

Whilst us for thine associates thou tak’st,

A Souldier most compleat in all points mak’st:

But when thou scorn’st to take the help we lend,

Thou art a Fury or infernal Fiend.

Witness the execrable deeds thoust done,

Nor sparing Sex nor Age, nor Sire nor Son;

To satisfie thy pride and cruelty,

Thou oft hast broke bounds of Humanity,

Nay should I tell, thou would’st count me no blab,

How often for the lye, thou’st given the stab.

To take the wall’s a sin of so high rate,

That nought but death the same may expiate,

To cross thy will, a challenge doth deserve

So shed’st that blood, thou’rt bounded to preserve

Wilt though this valour, Courage, Manhood call:

No, know ’tis pride most diabolical.

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If murthers be thy glory tis no less,

Ile not envy thy feats, nor happiness:

But if infitting time and place ’gainst foes

For countreys good thy life thou dar’st expose,

Be dangers n’er so high, and courage great,

Ile praise that prowess, fury, Choler, heat:

But such thou never art when all alone,

Yet such when we all four are joyn’d in one.

And when such thou art, even such are we,

The friendly Coadjutors still of thee

Nextly the Spirits thou dost wholly claim,

Which nat’ral, vital, animal we name:

To play Philosopher I have no list,

Nor yet Physitian, nor Anatomist,

For acting these, I have no will nor Art,

Yet shall with Equity, give thee thy part

For natural, thou dost not much contest;

For there is none (thou sayst) if some not best

That there are some and best I dare averre

Of greatest use if reason do not erre:

Wat is there living, which do’nt first derive

His Life now Animal, from vegetive:

If thou give’st life, I give the nourishment,

Thine without mine, is not, ’tis evident:

But I without thy help, can give a growth

As plants trees and small Embryon know’th

And if vital Spirits, do flow from thee

I am as sure, the natural, from me:

Be thine the nobler, whihc I grant, yet mine

Shall justly claim priority of thine.

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I am the fountain which thy Cistern fills

Through warm blew Conduits of my venial rills:

What hath the heart but what’s sent from the liver

If thou’rt the taker, I must be the giver.

Then never boast of what thou dost receive:

For of such glory I shall thee bereave.

But why the he art should be usurp’d by thee,

I must confess seems something strange to me:

The spirits through thy heat made perfect are,

But the Materials none of thine, that’s clear.

Their wondrous mixture is of blood and air,

The first my self, second my mother fair.

But Ile not force retorts, nor do thee wrong,

Thy fi’ry yellow froth is mixt among,

Challeng not all, ’cause part we do allow;

Thou knowst I’ve there to do as well as thou:

But thou wilt say I deal unequally,

Their lives the irascible faculty,

Which without all dispute, is Cholers own;

Besides the vehement heat, only there known

Can be imputed, unto none but Fire

Which is thy self, thy Mother and thy Sire

That this is true, I easily can assert

If still you take along my Aliment,

And let me be your partner whihc is due,

So shall I give the dignity to you

Again, Stomacks Concotion thou dost claim,

But by what right, nor do’st, nor canst thou name

Unless as heat, it be thy faculty,

And so thou callengest her property.

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The help she needs, the loving liver lends,

Who th’ benefit o’th’ whole ever intends

To meddle further I shall be but shent,

Th’rest to our Sisters is more pertinent;

Your slanders thus refuted takes no place,

Nor what you’ve said, doth argue my disgrace,

Now through your leaves, some little time I’l spend

My worth in humble manner to commend

This, hot, moist nutritie humour of mine

When ’tis untaint, pure, and most genuine

Shall chiefly take theplae, as is my due

Without the least indignity to you.

Of all your qualities I do partake,

And what you single are, the whole I make

Your hot, moist, cold, dry natures are but four,

I moderately am all, what need I more;

As thus, if hot then dry, if moist then cold,

If this you cann’t disprove, then all Ihold

My virtues hid, I’ve let you dimly see

My sweet Complection proves the verity.

This Scarlet die’s a badge of what’s within

Ine touch thereof, so beautifies the skin:

Nay, could I be, from all your tangs but pure

Mans life to boundless Time might still endure.

But here one thrusts her heat, wher’ts not requir’d

So suddenly, the body all is fired,

And of the calme sweet temper quite bereft,

Which makes the Mansion, by the Soul soon left.

So Melancholy seizes on a man

With her unchearful vissage, swarth and wan,

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The body dryes, the mind sublime doth smother,

And turns him to the womb of’s earthy mother:

And flegm likewise can shew her cruel art,

With cold distempers to pain every part:

The lungs she rots, the body wears away,

As if she’d leave no flesh to turn to clay,

Her languishing diseases, though not quick

At length demolishes the Faberick,

All to prevent, this curious care I take,

In th’ last concotion segretation make

Of all the perverse humours from mine own,

The bitter choler most malignant known

I turn into his Cell close by my side

The Melancholy to the Spleen t’abide:

Likewise the whey, some use I in the veins,

The over plus I send unto the reins:

But yet for all my toil, my care and skill,

Its doom’d by an irrevocable will

That my intents should meet with interruption,

That mortal man might turn to his corruption.

I might here shew the nobleness of mind

Of such as to the sanguine are inclin’d,

They’re liberal, pleasant, kind and courteous,

And like the Liver all benignious.

For arts adn sciences they are the fittest,

And maugre Choler still they are the wittiest:

With an ingenious working Phantasie,

A most voluminous large Memory,

And nothing wanting but Solidity.

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But why alas, thus tedious should I be,

Thousand examples you may daily see.

If time I have transgrest, and been too long,

Yet could not be more brief without much wrong;

I’ve scarce wip’d off the spots proud choler cast,

Such venome likes in words, though but a blast:

No braggs i’ve us’d, to you I dare appeal,

If modesty my worth do not conceal.

I’ve us’d no bittererness, nor taxt your name,

As I to you, to me do ye the same.

Melancholy.

He that with two Assailnts hath to do,

Had need be armed well and active too.

Especially when friendship is pretended,

That blow’s most deadly where it is intended.

Though choler rage and rail, I’le not do so,

The tongue’s no weapon to assault a foe.

But sith we fight with words, we might be kind

To spare our selves and beat the whistling wind,

Fair rosie sister, so might’st thou scape free;

I’le flatter for a time as thou didst me:

But when the first offender I have laid,

Thy soothing girds shall fully be repaid.

But Choler be thou coold or chaf’d, I’le venter,

And in contentions lists now justly enter.

What mov’d thee thus to vilifie my name,

Not past all reason, but in truth all shame:

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Thy fiery spirit shall bear away this prize,

To play such spurious pranks I am too wise:

If in a Souldier rashness be so precious,

Know in a General tis most pernicious.

Nature doth teach to shield the head from harm,

The blow that’s aim’d thereat is latcht by th’arm.

When in Batalia my foes I face

I then command proud Choler stand thy place,

To use thy sword, thy courage and thy art

There to defend my self, thy better part.

This wariness count not for cowardize,

He is not truly valiant that’s not wise.

It’s no less glory to defend a town,

Then by assault to gain one not our own;

And if Marcellus bold be call’d Romes sword,

Wise Fabius is her buckler all accord:

And if thy hast my slowness should not temper,

’Twere but a mad irregular distemper;

Enough of that by our sisters heretofore,

Ile come to that which somewhat more

Of learning, policy thou wouldst bereave me,

But ’s not thine ignorance shall thus deceive me:

What greater Clark or Politician lives,

Then he whose prain a touch my humour gives?

What is too hot my coldness doth abate,

What’s diffluent I do consolidate.

If I be partial judg’d or thought to erre,

The melancholy snake shall it aver,

Whose cold dry head more subtilty doth yield,

Then all the huge beasts of the fertile field.

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Again thou dost confine me to the spleen,

As of that only part I were the Queen

Let me as well make thy precincts the Gall,

So prison thee within that bladder small.

Reduce the man to’s principles, then see

If I have not more part then all you three:

What is within, without, of theirs or thine,

Yet time and age shall soon declare it mine.

When death doth seize the man your stock is lost,

When your poor bankrupts prove then have I most.

You’l say here none shall e’re disturb my right

You high born from that lump then take your flight

Then who’s mans friend, when life & all forsakes?

His Mother mine, him to her womb retakes:

Thus he is ours, his portion is the grave,

But while he lives, I’le shew what part I have:

And first the firm dry bones I justly claim,

The strong foundation of the stately frame:

Likewise the usefull Spleen, though not the best,

Yet is a bowl call’d well as the rest:

The liver, Stomack, owe their thanks of right,

The first it drains, of th’last quicks appetite.

Laughter (tho thou say malice) flows from hence,

These two in one cannot have residence.

But thou most grosly dost mistake to think

The Spleen for all you three was made a sink,

Of all therest thou’st nothing there to do,

But if thou hast, that malice is from you.

Again you often touch my swarthy hue,

That black is black, and I am black tis true;

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But yet more comely far Idare avow,

Th an is thy torrid nose or brazen brow.

But that which shews how hight your spight is
bent

Is charging me to be thy excrement:

Thy loathsome impution I defie,

So plain a slander needeth no reply.

When by thy heat thou’st bak’d thy self to crusty

And so art call’d black Choler or adust,

Thou witless thinkst that I am thy excretion,

So mean thou art in Art as in discretion:

But by your leave I’le let your greatness see

What Officer thou art to us all three.

The Kitchin Drudge, the cleanser of the singke

That cassts out all that man e’re eats or drinks:

If any doubt the truth whence this should come,

Shew them thy passage to th’Duodenum;

Thy biting quality still irritates,

Till filth and thee nature exonerates:

If there thou’rt stopt, to th’Liver thou turn’st in,

And thence with jaundies saffrons all the skin.

No further time Ile spend in confutation,

I trust I’vev clear’d your slanderous imputation.

I now speak unto all, no more to one,

Pray hear, admire and learn instruction.

My virtues yours surpass without compare,

The first my constancy that jewel rare:

Choler’s too rash this golden gift to hold,

And Sanguine is more fickle manifold,

Here, there her restless thoughts do ever fly,

Constand in nothng but unconstancy.

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And what Flegme is, we know, like to her mother,

Unstable is the one, and so the other;

With me is noble patience also found,

Impatient Choler loveth not the sound.

What ssanguine is, she doth not heed nor care,

Now up, now down, transported like the Air:

Flegme’s patient because her nature’s tame,

But I, by virtue do acquire the same.

My Temperance, Chastity is eminent,

But these with you, are seldome resident;

Now could I stain my ruddy Sisters face

With deeper red, to shew you her disgrace,

But rather I with silence vaile her shame

Then causer her blush, while I relate the same.

Nor are ye free from this inormity,

Although she bear the greatest obloquie,

My prudence, judgement, I might now reveal

But wisdom ’tis my wisdome to conceal.

Unto diseases not inclin’d as you,

Nor cold, nor hot, Ague nor Plurisie,

Nor Cough, nor Quinsey, nor the burning Feaver,

I rarely feel to act his fierce endeavour;

My sickness in conceit chiefly doth lye,

What I imagine that’s my malady.

Chymeraes strange are in my phantasy,

And things that neer were, nor shall I see

I love not talk, Reason lies not in length,

Nor multitude of words argues our strength;

I’ve done pray sister Flegme proceed in Course,

We shall expect much sound, but little force.

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Flegme.

Patient I am, patient i’d need to be,

To bear with the injutious taunts of three,

Though wit I want, and agner I have less,

Enough of both, my wrongs now to express

I’ve not forgot, how bitter Choler spake

Nor how her gaul on me she causeless brake;

Nor wonder ’twas for hatred there’s not small,

Where opposition is Diametrical.

To what is Truth I freely will assent,

Although my Name do suffer detriment,

What’s slanderous repell, deoubtful dispute,

And when I’ve nothing left to say be mute.

Valour I want no Souldier am ’tis true,

I’le leave that manly Property to you;

I love no thundring guns nor bloody wars,

My polish’d Skin was not ordain’d for Skarrs.

But though the pitched field I’ve ever fled,

At home the Conqueeerours have conquered.

Nay, I could tell you what’s more true then meet,

That Kings have laid their Scepters at my feet;

When Sister ssanguine paints my Ivory face:

The Monarchs bend and sue, but for my grace

My lilly white when joyned with her red,

Princes hath slav’d, and Captains captived.

Country with Country, Greece with Asia fights

Sixty nine Princes, all stout Hero Knights.

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Under Troys walls ten years will wear away,

Rather than loose one beauteous Helena.

But ’twere as vain, to prove this truth of mine

As at noon day, to tell the Sun doth shine.

Next difference that ’twixt us twain doth I lye

Who doth possess the brain, or thou or I?

Shame forc’d the say, the matter that was mine,

But the Spirits by which it acts are thine

Thou speakest Truth, and Ican say no less,

Thy heat doth much, I candidly confess;

Yet without ostentation I may say,

I do as much for thee another way:

And though I grant, thou art my helper here,

No debtor I because it’s paid else where.

With all your flourishes, now Sisters three

Who is’t that dare, or can, compare with me,

My excellencies are so great, so many,

I am confounded; fore I speak of any

The brain’s the noblest member all allow,

Its form and Scituations will avow,

Its Ventricles, Membranes and wondrous net,

Galen, Hippocrates drive to a set;

That Divine Ofspring the immortal Soul

Though it in all, and every part be whole,

Within this statelly place of eminence,

Doth doubtless keep its mighty residence.

And surely, the Soul sensitive here lives,

Which life and motion to each creature gives,

The Conjugation of the parts, to th’braine

Doth sew, hence flow the pow’rs whihc they retain

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Within this high Built Citadel, doth lye

The Reason, fancy, and the memory.

The faculty of speech doth here abide,

The Spirits animal from hence do slide:

The five most noble Senses here do dwell;

Of three it’s hard to say, which doth excell.

This point now to discuss ’longs not to me,

I’le touch the sigh great’st wonder of the three;

The optick Nerve Coats, humours all are mine,

The watry, glasssie and the Chrystaline;

O mixture strange! O colour colourless,

Thy perfect temperament who can express:

He was no fool who thought the soul lay there,

Whence her affections passions speak so clear.

O good, O bad, O true, O traiterous eyes

What wonderments within your Balls there lyes,

Of all the Senses sight shall be the Queen,

Yeeet some may wish, O had mine eyes ne’re seen.

Mine, likewise iss the marrow, of the back

Which runs through all thee Spondles of the rack,

It is the substitute o’th royal brain,

All Nerves, except seven pair, to it retain.

And the strong Ligaments from hence arise,

Which joynt to joynt, the intire body tyes.

Some other parts there issue from the Braine,

Whose worth and use to tell I must refrain:

Some curious learned Crooke, may these reveal

But modesty, hath charg’d me to conceal

Here’s my Epitome of excellence:

For what’s the Brains is mine by Consequence.

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A foolish brain (quoth Choler) wanting heat

But a mad one say I, where ’tis too great,

Phrensie’s worse then folly, one would more glad

With a tame fool converse then with a mad;

For learning the my brain is not the fittest,

Nor will I yield that Choller is the wittiest.

Thy judgement is unsafe, thy fancy little,

For memory the sand is not more brittle;

Again, none’s fit for Kingly state but thou,

If Tyrants be the best, Ile it allow:

But if love be as requisite as fear,

Then thou and I must make a mixture here.

Well to be brieft, I hope now Cholers laid,

And I’le pass by what Sister sanguine said.

To Melancholy Ile make no reply,

The worst she said was instability,

And too muhc talk both whihc I here confess

A warning good, hereafter I’le say less.

Let’s now be friends; its time our spight were spent,

Lest we too late this rashness do repent,

Such premises will force a sad conclusion,

Unless we agree, all falls into confusion.

Let sanguine with her hoth hand choler hold,

To take her moist my moisture will be bold:

My cold, cold melancholdy hand shall clasp;

Her dry, dry Chollers other hand shall grasp.

Two hot two moist, two cold, two dry here be,

A golden Ring the Posey Unity..

Nor jarrs nor scoffs, let none hereafter see,

But all admire our perfect Amity

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Nor be discern’d here’s water, earth, air, fire,

But here a compact body, whole intire.

This loving counsel pleas’d them all so well

That flegm was judg’d for kindness to excell.

Of the four Ages
of Man.

Lo now four other act upon the stage,

Childhood and Youth the Manly & Old age;

The first son unto flegm, Grand-child to water,

Unstable, supple, cold and moist’s his nature.

The second frolick, claims his pedegree

From blood and air, for hot and moist is he.

The third of fire and Choler is composd

Vindicative and quarrelsome dispos’d.

The last of earth, and heavy melancholy,

Solid, hating all lightness and all folly.

Childhood was cloth’d in white & green to show

His spring was intermixed with some snow:

Upon his head nature a Garland set

Of Primrose, Daizy & the Violet.

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Such cold mean flowrs the spring puts forth betime

Before the sun hath throughly heat the clime.

His Hobby striding did not ride but run,

And in his hand an hour-glass new begun,

In danger every moment of a fall,

And when tis broke then ends his life and all:

But if he hold till it have run its last,

Then may he live out threescore years or past.

Next Youth came up in gorgeous attire,

(As that fond age doth most of all desire)

His Suit of Crimson and his scarfe of green,

His pride in’s countenance was quickly seen,

Garland of roses, pinks and gilli-flowers

Seemed on’s head to grow bedeew’d with showers:

His face as fresh as is Aurora fair,

When blushing she first ’gins to light the air.

No wooden horse, but one of mettal try’d,

He seems to fly or swim, and not to ride.

Then prancing on the stage, about he wheels,

But as he went death waited at his heels.

The next came up in a much graver sort,

As one that cared for a good report,

His sword by’s side, and choler in his eyes,

But neigher us’d as yet, for he was wise:

Of Autumns fruits a basket on his arm,

His golden God in’s purse, whihc was his charm.

And last of all to act upon this stage

Leaning upon his staff came up Old Age,

Under his arm a sheaf of wheat he bore,

An harvest of the best, what needs he more?

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In’s other hand a glass ev’n almost run,

Thus writ about “This out then am I done.”

His hoary hairs, and grave aspect made way,

And all gave ear to what he had to say.

These being met each in his equipage

Intend to speak according to their age:

But wise Old age did with all gravity

To childish Childhood give precedency,

And to the rest his reason mildly told,

That he was young before he grew so old.

To do as he each one full soon assents,

Their method was that of the Elements,

That each should tell what of himself he knew,

Both good and bad, but yet no more then’s true.

With heed now stood three ages of frail man,

To hear the child, who crying thus began:

Childhood.

Ah me! conceiv’d in sin and born with sorrow,

A nothing, here to day and gone to morrow.

Whose mean beginning blushing can’t reveal,

But night and darkness must with shame conceal.

My mothers breeding sickness I will spare,

Heer nine moneths weary burthen not declare.

To shew her bearing pains, I should do wrong.

To tell those pangs which can’t be told by tongue:

With tears into the world I did arrive,

My mother still did waste as I did thrive,

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Who yet with love and all alacrity,

Spending, was willing to be spent for me.

With wayward cryes I did disturb her rest,

Who sought still to appease me with the breast:

With weary arms she danc’d and “By By” sung,

When wretched I ingrate had done the wrong.

When infancy was past, my childishness

Did act all folly that it could express,

My silliness did only take delight

In that which riper age did scorn and slight.

In Rattles, Baubles and such toysh stuff,

My then ambitious thoughts were low enough:

My high-born soul so straightly was confin’d,

That its own worth it did not know nor mind:

This little house of flesh did spacious count,

Through ignorance all troubles did surmount;

Yet this advantage had mine ignorance

Freedom from envy and from arrogance.

How to be rich or great I did not cark,

A Baron or a Duke ne’r made my mark,

Nor studious was Kings favours how to buy,

With costly presence or base flattery:

No office coveted wherein I might

Make strong my self and turn aside weak right:

No malice bare to this or that great Peer,

Nor unto buzzing whisperers gave ear:

I gave no hand nor vote for death or life,

I’d nought to do ’twixt King and peoples strife.

No Statist I, nor Martilist in th field,

Where ere I went mine innocence was shield.

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My quarrels not for Diadems did rise,

But for an apple, plum, or some such prize:

My strokes did cause no blood no wounds or skars,

My little wrath did end soon as my Warrs:

My Duel was no challeng, nor did seek

My foe should weltring in his bowels reek.

I had no suits at law neighbours to vex,

Nor evidence for lands did me perplex.

I fear’d no storms, nor all the wind that blowes,

I had no ships at sea; nor fraights to loose.

I fear’d no drought nor wet, I had no crop,

Nor yet on furture things did set my hope.

This was mine innocence, but ah! the seeds

Lay raked up of all the cursed weeds

Which sprouted forth in mine ensuing age,

As he can tel that next comes on the stage:

But yet let me relate before I go

The sins and dangers I am subject to,

Stained from birth with Adams sinfull fact,

Thence I began to sin as soon as act:

A perverse will, a love to what’s forbid,

A serpents sting in pleasing face lay hid:

A lying tongue as soon as it could speak,

And fifth Commandment do daily break.

Oft stubborn, peevish, sullen, pout and cry,

Then nought can please, and yet I know not why.

As many are my sins, so dangers too;

For sin brings sorrow, sickness death and woe:

And though I miss the tossings of the mind,

Yet griefs in my frail flesh I still do find.

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What gripes of wind mine infancy did pain,

What tortures I in breeding teeth sustain?

What crudityes my stomack cold hath bred,

Whence vomits, flux and worms have issued?

What breaches, knocks and falls I daily have,

And some perhaps I carry to my grave,

Sometimes in fire, sometimes in water fall,

Strangly presev’d, yet mind it not at all:

At home, abroad my dangers manifold,

That wonder tis, my glass till now doth hold.

I’ve done; unto my elders I give way,

For tis but little that a child can say.

Youth.

My goodly cloathing, and my beauteous skin

Declare some greater riches are within:

But what is best I’le first present to view,

And then the worst in a more ugly hue:

For thus to doe we on thes sstage assemble.

Then let not him that hath most craft dissemble.

My education and my learning such,

As might my self and others profit much;

With nurture trained up in virtues schools

If science, arts and tongues I know the rules,

The manners of the court I also know,

And so likewise what they in’th Country doe.

The brave attempts of valiant knights I prize.

That dare scale walls and forts rear’d to the skies.

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The snorthing Horse, the trumpet, Drum I like,

The glitt’ring sword, the Pistol and the Pike:

I cannot lye intrench’d before a town

No wait till good success our hopes doth crown:

I scorn the heavy Corslet, musket-proof;

I fly to catch the bullet thats aloof.

Though thus in field, at home to all most kind,

So affable, that I can suit each mind.

I can insinuate into the breast,

And by my mirth can raise the heart deprest:

Sweet musick raps my brave harmonious soul,

My high thoughts elevate beyond the pole:

My with my bounty, and my courtesie,

Make all to place their future hopes on me.

This is my best, but Youth is known, Alas!

To be as wild as is the snuffing Ass:

As vain as froth or vanity can be,

That who would see vain man, may look on me

My gifts abusd my education lost,

My wofull Parents longing hopes are crost,

My wit evaporates in merriment,

My valour in some beastly quarrell’s spent:

My lust doth hurry me to all that’s ill:

I know no law nor reason but my will.

Sometimes lay wait to take a wealthy purse,

Or stab the man in’s own defence (that’s worse)

Sometimes I cheat (unkind) a female heir

Of all at once, who not so wise as fair

Trusteth my loving looks and glozing tongue,

Untill her friends, treasure and honours gone.

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Sometimes I sit carousing others health,

Untill mine own be gone, my with and wealth

From pipe to pot, from pot to words and blows,

For he that loveth wine, wanteth no woes.

Whole nights with Ruffins, Roarers Fidlers spend,

To all obscenity mine ears I lend:

All Counsell hate, which tends to make me wise.

And dearest friends count for mine enemies.

If any care I take tis to be fine,

For sure my suit more then my virtues shine

If time from leud Companions I can spare,

’Tis spent to curle and pounce my new-bought
hair.

Some new Adonis I do strive to be;

Sardanapalus now survives in me.

Cards, Dice, and Oathes concomitant I love,

To playes to masques, to taverns still I move.

And in a word, if what I am you’d hear,

Seek out a Brittish bruitish Cavaleer:

Such wretch, such Monster am I but yet more,

I have no heart at all this deplore,

Remembring not the dreadfull day of doom,

Nor yet that heavy reckoning soon to come.

Though dangers do attend me every hour,

And gastly Death oft threats me with his power,

Sometimes by wounds in idle Combates taken,

Sometimes with Agues all my body shaken:

Sometimes by fevers, all my moisture drinking,

My heart lies frying, & mine eyes are sinking.

Sometimes the Quinsey, painfull Pleurisie,

With ssad affrights of death doth menace me:

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Sometimes the two fold Pox me sore be marrs

With outward marks, & inward loathsome scarrs,

Sometimes the Phrenzy strangly mads my brain,

That oft for it in Bedlam I remain.

Too many my diseases to recite,

That wonder tis, I yet behold the light,

That yet my bed in daarkness is not made,

And I in black oblivions Den now laid.

Of aches full my bones, of woe my heart,

Clapt in that prison, never thence to start.

Thus I have said, and that I’ve been, you see

Childhood and Yourh are vain ye vanity.

Middle Age.

Childhood and Youth (forgot) I’ve sometimes seen

And now am grown more staid who have bin green

What they have done, the same was done by me,

As was their praise or shame, so mine must be.

Now age is more; more good you may expect,

But more mine age, the more is my defect.

When my wild oates were soen & ripe and mown

I then receiv’d an harvest of mine own.

My reason then bad judge how little hope

My empty seed should yield a better crop:

Then with both hands I graspt the world together

Thus out of one extream into another:

But yet laid hold on virtue seemingly,

Who climbs without hold climbs dangeroussly.

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Be my condition mean, I then take pains

My Family to keep but not for gains.

A Father I, for children must provide;

But if none, then for kindred near ally’d.

If rich, I’m urged then to gather more,

To bear a port i’th’ world and feed the poor.

If noble, then mind honour to maintain,

If not, riches nobility can gain.

For time, for place, likewise for each Relation

I wanted not, my ready allegation.

Yet all my powers for self ends are not spent,

For hundreds bless me for my bounty lent.

Whos backs I’ve cloth’d, and bellyes I have fed

With mind own fleece & with my houshold bread,

Yea, justice have I done, was I in place,

To chear the good, and wicked to deface.

The proud I crush’t, th’oppressed I set free,

The lyars curb’d, but nourisht verity.

Was I a Pastor, I my Flock did feed,

And gently lead the Lambs as they had need.

A Captain I, with Skill I train’d my Band,

And shew’d them how in face of Foes to stand.

A souldier I, with speed I did obey

As readily, as could my leader say.

Was I a labourer, I wrought all day

As cheerfully as e’re I took my pay.

Thus hath mine Age in all sometimes done well.

Sometimes again, mine Age been worse then Hell.

In meanness, greatness, riches, poverty

Did toyle, did broyle, oppress’d, did steal and lye.

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Was I as poor as poverty could be,

Then baseness was Companion unto me.

Such scum as hedges and high-ways do yield,

As neither sow, nor reap, nor plant nor build,

If to Agrigulture I was ordain’d

Great labours, sorrows, Crosses I sustain’d.

The early Cock did summon but in vain

My wakeful thoughts up to my painful gain:

My weary Beast rest from his toyle can find,

But if I rest the more distrest my mind.

If happiness my sordidness hath found,

’Twas in the Crop of my manured ground.

My thriving Cattle and my new-milch-Cow,

My fleeced Sheep, and fruitful farrowing Sow:

To greater things I never did aspire,

My dunghil thoughts or hopes could reach no high
er.

If to be rich or great it was my fate,

How was I broyll’d with envy and with hate?

Greater then was the great’st was my desire,

And thirst for honour, set my heart on fire:

And by Ambition’s sails I was so carried,

That over Flats and sands, and Rocks I hurried,

Opprest and sunk, and stav’d all in my way

That did oppose me, to my longed Bay.

My thirst was higher then nobility

I oft long’d fore to tast on Royalty:

Then Kings must be depos’d or put to flight,

I might possess that Throne whihc was their right,

There set, I rid my self straight out of hand

Of such Competitors, as might in time withstand.

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Then thought my state firm founded sure to last,

But in a trice ’tis ruin’d by a blast,

Though cemented with more then noble bloud,

The bottom nought, and son no longer stood.

Sometimes vain glory is the only baite

Whereby my empty Soul is lur’d and caught.

Be I of wit, of learning, and of parts,

I judge I should have room in all mens hearts,

And envy gnaws if any do surmount,

I hate, not to be held in high’st account.

If Bias like I’m stript unto my skin,

I glory in my wealth I have within.

Thus good and bad and what I am you see,

Now in a word, what my diseases be.

The vexing stone in bladder and in reins,

The Strangury torments me with sore pains.

The windy Cholick oft my bowels rend,

To break the darksome prison where it’s pen’d.

The Cramp and Gout doth sadly torture me,

And the restraining, lame Sciatica.

The Astma, Megrim, Palsy, Lethargie,

The quartan Ague, dropsy, Lunacy:

Subject to all distempers (that’s the truth)

Though some more incident, to Age or Youth.

And to conclude, I may not tedious be,

Man at his best estate is vanity.

Old Age.

What you have been, ev’n such have I before

And all you say, say I, and somewhat more.

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Babes innocence, youths wildness I have seen,

And in perplexed middle Age have been:

Sickness, dangers, and anxieties have past,

And on this stage am come to act my last.

I have been young and srong an dwise as you:

But not “Bis pueri senes”, is too true.

In every Age I’ve found much vanity,

An end of all perfection now I see.

It’s not my valour, honour, nor my gold,

My ruin’d house now falling can uphold.

It’s not my learning Rhetorick wit so large,

Hath now the power, death’s warfare to discharge.

It’s not my goodly state, nor bed of downe

That can refresh, or ease if Conscience frown.

Nor from Alliance can I now have hope,

But what I have done well, that is my prop;

He that in youth is godly, wise and sage,

Provides a staff then to support his Age.

Mutations great, some joyful and some sad,

In this short pilgrimage I oft have had.

Sometimes the Heavens with plenty smil’d on me

Sometime again rain’d all Adversity

Sometimes in honour, sometimes in disgrace,

Sometime an Abapproximately one letterflawed-reproductionct, then again in place.

Such private changes oft mine eyes have seen,

In various times of state I’ve also been.

I’ve seen a Kingdome flourish like a tree,

When it was rul’d by that Celestial she;

And like a Cedar, others so surmount:

That but for shrubs they did themselves account.

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Then saw I France and Holland, sav’d Cales won,

And Philip and Albertus half undone.

I saw all peace at home, terror to foes,

But ah, I saw at last those eyes to close,

And then methought the day at noon grew dark

When it had lost that radiant Sun-like Spark:

In midst of griefs I saw our hopes revive,

(For ’twas our hopes then kept our hearts alive)

We chang’d our queen for king under whose rayes

We joy’d in many blest and prosperous dayes.

I’ve seen a Prince, the glory of our land

In prime of youth seiz’d by heavens angry hand,

Which fil’d our hearts with fears, with tears our
eyes,

Wailing his fate & our own destinies

I’ve seen from Rome an execrable thing,

A Plot to blow up Nobles and their King,

But saw their horrid fact soon disappointed,

And Land & Nobles sav’d with their anointed.

I’ve Princes seen to live on others lands;

A royal one by gifts from strangers hands

Admired for their magnanimity,

Who lost a Prince-dome and a Monarchy.

I’ve seen designs for Ree and Rochel crost,

And poor Palatinate for ever lost

I’ve seen unworthy men advanced high,

(And better ones suffer extremity)

But neither favour, riches, title, State,

Could length their dayes or once reverse their fate

I’ve seen one stab’d, and some to loose their heads

And others fly, struck both with gilt and dread.

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I’ve seen and so have you, for tis but late,

The desolation of a goodly State,

Plotted and acted so that none can tell,

Who gave the counsel, but the Prince of hell,

Three hundred thousand slaughtered innocents,

By bloudy Popish, hellish miscreants:

Oh my you live and so you will I trust

To see them swill in bloud untill they burst.

I’ve seen a King by force thrust from his throne,

And an Usurper subt’ly mount thereon.

I’ve seen a state unmoulded rent in twain,

But ye may live to see’t made up again.

I’ve seen it plunder’d, taxt and soak’d in bloud,

But out of evill you may see much good.

What are my thoughts, this is no time to say.

Men may more freely speak another day.

These are no old-wives tales, but this is truth,

We old men love to tell what’s done in youth.

But I return from whence I stept awry,

My memory is bad, my brain is dry:

Mine Almond tree, grey hairs, doe flourish now,

And back once straight, apace begins to bow:

My grinders now are few, my sight doth fail,

My skin is wrinkled, and my cheeks are pale,

No more rejoyce at musicks pleasing noise,

But waking glad to hear the cocks shrill voice:

I cannot scent ssavours of pleasant meat,

Nor sapors find in what I drink or eat

My arms and hands once strong have lost their
might

I cannot labour, much less can I fight.

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My comely legs as nimble as the Roe

Now stiff and numb, can hardly creep or goe,

My heart sometimes as fierce as Lion bold,

Now trembling is, all fearful sad and cold;

My golden Bowl and silver Cord e’re long

Shall both be broke, by racking deeath so strong:

Then shall I go whence I shall come no more,

Sons, Nephews leave my farewel to deplore.

In pleasures and in labours I have found

That Earth can give no consolation sound;

To great to rich to poor to young to old,

To mean to noble, fearful or to bold:

From King to begger all degrees shall find

But vanity vexation of the mind.

Year knowing much the pleasants life of all,

Hath yet among those sweets some bitter gall;

Though reading others works doth much refresh,

Yet studying much brings weariness to th’ flesh:

My studies, labours readings all are done,

And my last period now ev’n almost run.

Corruption my Father I do call

Mother and Sisters both the worms that crawle

In my dark house such kindred I have store,

Where I shall rest till heavens shall be no more,

And when this flesh shall rot an dbe consum’d,

This body by this Soul shall be assum’d:

And I shall see with these same very eyes,

My strong Redeemer coming in the Skies.

Triumph I shall o’re sin, o’re death, o’re Hell,

And in that hope I bid you all farewel.

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The four Seasons of
the Year.

Spring.

Another four I’ve left yet to bring on,

If four times four, the last (Quaternion),

The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the Spring,

In season all these Seasons I shall bring:

Sweet Spring like man in his Minority,

At present claim’d, and had priority.

With smiling face and garments somewhat green,

She trim’d her locks, whihc late had frosted been,

Nor hot nor cold, she spake, but with a breath,

Fit to revive, the nummed earth from death.

Three months (quoth she) are ’lotted to my share

(March,) (April, ) (May) of all the rest most fair.

Tenth of the first (Sol) into Aries enters,

And bids defiance to all tedious winters,

Crosseth the Line, and equals night and day,

Stil adds to th’ last til after pleasant (May)

And now makes glad the darkned northern wights

Who for some months have seen but starry lights.

Now goes the Plow-man to his merry toyle,

He might unloose his winter locked soyl:

The Seeds-man too, doth lavish out his grain,

In hope the more he casts, the more to gain:

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The Gardner now superfluous branches lops,

And poles erects for his young clambring hops.

Now digs then sowes his herbs, his flowers & roots

And carefully manures his trees of fruits.

The Pleiades their influence now give,

And all that seem’d as dead afresh doth live.

The croaking frogs, whom nipping winter kil’d

Like birds now chirp, and hop about the field,

The Nightingale, the black-bird and the Thrush

Now tune their layes, on sprayes of every bush.

The wanton frisking Kid, and soft fleec’d Lambs

Do jump an dplay before their feeding Dams,

The tender tops of budding grass they crop,

They joy in what they have, but more in hope

For though the frost hath lost his binding power,

Yet many a fleece of snow and stormy shower

Doth darken Sols bright eye, makes us remember

The pinching North-west wind of cold December,

My second moneth is April, green and fair,

Of longer dayes, and a more temperate Aire:

The Sun in Taurus keeps his residence,

And with his warmer beams glanceth from thence

This is the month whose fruitful showrs produces

All set and sown for all delights and uses:

The Pear the Plum, and Apple tree now flourish

The grass grows long, the hungry beast to nourish

The Primrose pale, and azure violet

Among the virluous grass hath nature set,

That when the Sun on’s Love (the earth) doth shine

These might as lace set out her garment fine.

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The fearfull bird his little house now builds

In trees and walls, in Cities and in fields.

The outside stroing, th inside warm and neat,

A natural Artificer compleat.

The clocking hen her chirping chickins leads

With wings & beak defends them from the gleads

My next and last is fruitfull pleeasant May

Wherein the earth is clad in rich array,

The Sun now enters loving Gemini

And heats us with the glances of his eye,

Our thicker rayment makes us lay aside

Lest by his fervor we be torrifi’d.

All flowers the Sun now with his beams discloses,

Except the double pinks and matchless Roses.

Now swarms the busy, witty, honey-Bee,

Whose praise deserves a page from more then me

The cleanly Huswifes Dary’s now in th’ prime,

Her sshelves and firkins fill’d for winter time.

The meads with Cowslips, Honey-suckles dight,

One hangs his head, the other stands upright:

But both rejoyce at th’heavens clear smiling face,

More at her showers, which water them a space.

For fruits my Season yields the early Cherry,

The hasty Peas and wholsome cool Strawberry.

More solid fruits require a longer time,

Each Season hath his fruit so hath each Clime:

Each man his own peculiar excellence,

But none in all that hath preheminence.

Sweet fragrant Spring with thy short pittance fly

Let some describe thee better thne can I.

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Yet above all this priviledge is thine,

Thy dayes still lengthen without least decline.

Summer.

When Spring haad done, the Summer did begin,

With melted tauny face, and garments thin,

Resembling fire, Choler, and Middle age,

As Spring did Air, Blood, Youth in’d equipage.

Wiping the sweat from of her face that ran,

With hair all wet she puffing thus began;

Bright June, July and August hot are mine,

In’th first Sol doth in crabbed Cancer shine.

His progress to the North now’s fully done,

Then retrograde must be my burning Sun,

Who to his southward Tropick still is bent,

Yet doth his pasrching heat but more augment

Though he cecline, because his flames so fair,

Have throughly dry’d the earth, and heat the air.

Like as an Oven that long time hath been heat,

Whose vehemency at length doth grow so great,

That if you do withdtraw her burning store,

Tis for a time as fervent as before.

Now go those frolick Swains, the Shepherd Lads

To wash the thick cloth’d flocks with pipes full
glad

In the cool streams they labour with delight

Rubbing their dirty coats till they look white:

Whose fleece when finely spun and deeply dy’d

With Robes thereof Kings have been dignifi’d.

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Blest rustick Swains, your pleasant quiet life,

Hath envy bred in Kings that were at strife,

Careless of worldly weealth you sing and pipe,

Whilst they’r imbroyl’d in wars & troubles rife:

Which made great Bojazet cry out in’s woes,

Oh happy shepherd which hath not to lose.

Orthobulus, nor yet Schastia great,

But whistleth to thy flock in cold and heat.

Viewing the Sun by day, the Moon by night

Endimions, Dianaes dear delight,

Upon the grass resting your healthy limbs,

By purling Brooks looking how firshes swims.

If pride within your lowly Cells ere haunt,

Of him that was Shepherd then King go vaunt.

This moneth the Roses are distil’d in gloasses,

Whose fragrant smel all made perfurmes surpasses

The Cherry Gooseberry are now in th’ prime,

And for all sorts of Pease, this is the time.

July my next, the hott’st in all the year,

The sun through Leo now takes his Career,

Whose flaming breath doth melt us from afar,

Increased by the star Canicular.

This Month from Julius Cæssar took its name,

By Romans celebrated to his fame.

Now go the Mowers to their flashing toyle,

The Meadowes of their riches to dispoyle,

With weary strokes, they take all in their way,

Bearing the burning heat of the long day.

The forks and Rakes do follow them amain,

Which makes the aged fields look young again.

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The groaning Carts do bear away this prize.

To Stacks and Barns where it for Fodder lyes.

My next and last is August fiery hot

(For much the Southward Sun abateth not)

This Moneth he keeps with Virgo for a space,

The dryed Earth is parched with his face.

August of great Augustus took its name,

Romes second Emperour of lasting fame,

With sickles now the bending Reapers goe

The ruffling tress of terra down to mowe;

And bundles up in sheaves, the weighty wheat,

Which after Manchet makes for Kings to eat:

The Barly, Rye and Pease should first had place,

Although their bread have not so white a face.

The Carter leads all home with whistling voyce,

He plow’d with pain, but reaping doth rejoyce;

His sweat, his toyle, his careful wakeful nights,

His fruitful Crop abundantly requites.

Now’s ripe the Pear, Pear-plumb, and Apricock,

The prince of plumbs, whose stone’s as hard as Rock

The Summer seems but short, the Autumn hasts

To shake his fruits, of most delicious tasts

Like good old Age, whose younger juicy Roots

Hath still ascended, to bear goodly fruits.

Until his head be gray, and strength be gone.

Yet then appears the worthy deeds he ’t done:

To feed his boughs exhausted hath his sap,

Then drops his fruits into the eaters lap.

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Autumn.

Of Autumn moneths September is the prime,

Now day and night are equal in each Clime,

The twelfth of this Sol riseth in the Line,

And doth in poizing Libra this month shine.

The vintage now is ripe, the grapes are prest,

Whose lively liquor oft is curs’d and blest:

For nought so good, but it may be abused,

But its a precious juice when well its used.

The raisins now in clusters dryed be,

The Orange, Lemon dangle on the tree:

The Pomegranate, the Fig are ripe also,

And Apples now their yellow sides do show.

Of Almonds, Quinces, Wardens, and of Peach,

Teh season’s now at hand of all and each.

Sure at this time, time first of all began,

And in this moneth was made apostate Man.

For then in Eden was not only seen,

Boughs full of leaves, or fruits unripe or green,

Or withered stocks, which were all dry and dead,

But trees with goodly fruits replenished;

Which shews nor Summer Winter nor the Spring

Our Grand-Sire was of Paradice made King:

Nor could that temp’rate Clime such difference
make,

If scited as the most Judicious take.

October is my next, we hear in this

The Northern winter-blasts begin to hiss.

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In Scorpio resideth now the Sun,

And his declining heat is almost done.

The fruitless Trees all withered now do stand,

Whose sapless yellow leaves, by winds are fan’d,

Which notes when youth and strength have past
their prime

Decrepit age must also have its time.

The Sap doth slily creep towards the Earth

There rests, until the Sun give it a birth.

So doth old Age still tend unto his grave,

Where also he his winter time must have;

But when the Sun of righeousness draws nigh,

His dead old stock, shall mount again on high.

November is my last, for Time doth haste,

We now of winters sharpness ’gins to tast.

This moneth the Sun’s in Sagitarius

So farre remote, his glances warm not us.

Almost at shortest is the horren’d day,

The Northern pole beholdeth not one ray.

Now Grenland, Groanland, Finland, Lapland, see

No Sun, to lighten their obscurity:

Poor wretches that in total darkness lye,

With minds more dark then is the dark’ned Sky.

Beaf, Brawn and Pork are now in great request,

And solid meats our stomacks can digest.

This time warm cloaths, full diet and good fires,

Our pinched flesh, and hungry mawes requires:

Old, cold, dry Age and Earth Autumn resembles,,

And Melancholy which most of all dissembles.

I must be short, and shorts, the short’ned day,

What winter hath to tell, now let him say.

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Winter.

Cold, moist, young flegmy winter now doth lye

In swadling Clouts, like new born Infancy

Bound up with frosts, and furr’d with hail & snows,

And like an Infant, still it taller grows;

December is my first, and now the Sun

To th’ Southward (Tropick) his swift race doth run:

This noneth he’s hous’d in horned (Capricorn)

From thence he ’gins to lenfth the shortned morn,

Through (Christendome) with great Feastivity,

Now’s held (but ghest) for blest Nativity.

Cold frozen (January) next comes in,

Chilling the blood and shrinking up the skin;

In Aquarius now keeps the long wisht Sun,

And Northward his unwearied Course doth run.

The day much longer then it was before,

Now Toes and Ears, and Fingers often freeze,

And Travellers their noses sometimes leese.

Moist snowie February is my last,

I care not how the winter time doth haste,

In Pisces now the golden Sun doth shine,

And Northward still approaches to the Line,

The Rivers ’gin to ope, the snows to melt,

and some warm glances from his face are felt,

Which is increased by the lengthen’d day,

Until by’s heat, he drive all cold away,

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And thus the year in Circle runneth round:

Where first it did begin, in th’ end its found.

My Subjects bare, my Brain is bad,

Or better Lines you should have had:

The first fell in so nat’rally,

I knew not how to pass it by;

The last, though bad, I could not mend,

Accept therefore of what is pen’d,

And all the faults that you shall spy

Shall at your feet for pardon cry.

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The four Monarchyes,
the Assyrian being the first,
beginning under Nimrod, 131 Years
after the Flood,

When time was young, & World in
Infancy,

Man did notproudly strive for Soveraignty:

But each one thought his petty Rule was high,

If of his house he held the Mondarchy.

This was the golden Age, but after came

The boisterous son of Chus, Grand-Child to Ham,

That mighty Hunter, who in his strong toyles

Both Beasts and Men subjected to his spoyles:

The strong foundation of proud Babel laid,

Erech, Accad and Cluneh also made.

These were his first, all stood in Shinar land,

From thence he went Assyria to command,

And mighty Niniveh, he there begun,

Not finished till he his race had run.

Resennn, Caleh, and Rehoboth likewise

By him to Cities eminent did rise.

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Of Saturn, he was the Original.

Whom the succeeding times a God did call,

When thus with rule, he had been dignifi’d,

One hundred fourteen years he after dy’d.

Belus.

Great Nimrod dead, Belus the next his Son

Confirms the rule, his Father had begun;

Whose acts and power is not for certainty

Left to the world, by any History.

But yet this blot for ever on him lies,

He taught the people first to Idolize:

Titles Divene he to himself did take,

Alive and dead, a God they did him make.

This is that Bel the Chaldees worshiped,

Whose Priests in Storis oft are mentioned;

This is that Baal to whom the Israelites

Sof oft profanely offered sacred Rites:

This is Beelzebub God of the Ekronites,

Likewise Baalpeor of the Mohabites,

His reign was short, fo ras I calculate,

At twenty five ended his Regal date.

Ninus.

His Father dead, Ninus begins his reign,

Transfers his seat to the Assyrian plain;

And mighty Nineveh more mighty made,

Whose Foundation was by his Grand-sire laid;

Four hundred forty Furlongs wall’d about,

On which stood fifteen hundred Towers stout.

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The walls one hundred sixty foot upright,

So broad three Chariots run abrest there might.

Upon the pleasant banks of Tygrus floud

This stately Seat of warlike Ninus stood:

This Ninus for a God his Father canonized.

To whom the sottish people sacrificed.

This Tyrant did his Neighbours all oppress,

Where e’re he warr’d he had too good success.

Barzanes the great Arminian King

By force and fraud did under Tribute bring.

The Median Country he did also gain,

Thermus their King he caused to be slain;

An Army of three millions he led out

Against the Bactrians (but that I doubt)

Zoreaster their King he likewise slew,

And all the greater Asia did subdue.

Semiramis from Menon did he take

Then drown’d himself, did Menon for her sake.

Fifty two years he reign’d, (as we are told)

The world then was two thousand nineteen old.

Semiramis.

This great oppressing Ninus, dead and gone,

His wife Semiramis usurp’d the Throne;

She like a brave Virago playd the Rex

And was both shame an dglory of her Sex:

Her birth place was Philistines Ajcolan,

Her mother Dorceta a Curtizan.

Others report she was a vestal Nun,

Adjudged to be drown’d for th’ crime she’d done.

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Transform’d into a Fish by Venus will,

Her beauteous face, (they feign) reteining still.

Sure from this Fiction Dagon first reteining still.

Changing the womans face into a man:

But all agree that from no lawfull bed,

This great renowned Empress issued:

For which she was obscurely nourished,

Whence rose that Fable, she by birds was fed.

This gallant Dame unto the Bactrian warre,

Accompanying her husband Menon farr,

Taking a town, such valour she did grow,

And thought her fit to make a Monarchs wife,

Which was the cause poor Menon lost his life:

She flourishing with Ninus long did reign,

Till her Ambition caus’d him to be slain.

That having no Compeer, she might rule all,

Or else she sought revenge for Menon’s fall.

Some think the Greeks this slander on her cast,

As on her life Licentious, and unchast,

That undeserv’d, they blur’d her name and fame

By their aspersions, cast upon the fame:

But were her virtues more or less, or none,

She for her potency must go alone.

Her wealth she shew’d in building Babylon,

Admir’d of all, but equaliz’d of none;

The Walls so strong, and curioussly was wrought,

That after Ages, Skill by them was taught:

With Towers and Bulwarks made of costly stone,

Quadrangle was the form it stood upon.

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Each Square was fifteen thousand paces long,

An hundred gates it had of mettal strong:

Three hundred sixty foot the walls in height,

Almost incredible, they were in breadth

Some writers say, six Chariots might affront

With great facility, march fate upon’t:

About the Wall a ditch so deep and wide,

That like a River long it did abide.

Three hundred thoussand men here day by day

Bestow’d their labour, and receiv’d their pay.

And that which did all cost and Art excell,

The wondrous Temple was, she rear’d to Bell:

Which in the midst of this brave Town was plac’d,

Continuing til Xerxes it defac’d:

Whose stately top above the Clouds did rise,

From whence Astrologers oft view’d the Skies.

This to desecribe in each particular,

A structure rare I should but rudely marre.

Her Gardens, Bridges, Arches, mounts and spires

All eyes that saw, or ears that hear admires,

In Shinar plain on the Euphratian flood

This wonder of the world, this Babel stood.

An expedition to the East she made

Staurobates, his Country to invade:

Her Army of four millions did consist,

Each may believe it as his fancy list.

Her Camels, Chariots, Gallyes in such number,

As puzzles best Historians to remember;

But this is wonderful, of all those men,

They say, but twenty e’re came back agen.

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The River Judas swept them half away,

The rest Sttaurobates in fight did slay;

This was last progress of this might Queen,

Who in her Country never more was seen.

The Poets feign’d her turn’d into a Dove,

Leaving the world to Venus soar’d above:

Which made the Assyrians many a day,

A Dove within their Ensigns to display:

Forty two years she reign’d, and then she di’d

But by what means we are not certifi’d.

Ninias or Zamies.

His Mother dead, Ninias obtains his right,

A Prince wedded to ease and to delight,

Or else was his obedience very great,

To sit thus long (obscure) rob’d of his Seat.

Some write his Mother put his habit on,

Which made the people think they serv’d her Son.

But much it isn, in more than foty years

This fraud in war nor peace at all appears:

More like it is his lust with pleasures fed,

He sought no rule till she was gone and dead.

What then he did of worth can no man tell,

But is suppos’d to be that Amraphel

Who warr’d with Sodom and Gomorrahs King,

’Gainst whom his trained bands Abram did bring,

But this is farre unlike, he being Son

Unto a Father that all Countres won

So suddenly should loose so great a state,

With petty Kings to joyne Confederate.

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Nor can those Reasons which wise Raileih finds,

Well satisfie the most considerate minds:

We may with learned Usher better say,

He many Ages liv’d after that day.

And that Semiramus then flourished

When famous Trou was so beleaguered:

What e’re he was, or did, or how it fell,

We may suggest our thoughts but cannot tell.

For Ninias and all his race are left

In deep oblivion, of acts bereft:

And many hundred years in silence sit,

Save a few Names a new Brosus writ

And such as care not what befalls their fames,

May feign as many acts as he did Names;

It may suffice, if all be true that’s past.

T’ Sardanapalas next, we will make haste.

Sardanapalas

Sardanapalas, Son to Ocrazapes,

Who wallowed in all voluptuousness,

That palliardizing sot that out of dores,

Ne’re shew’d his face but revell’d with his whores

Did wear their garbs, their gestures imitate,

And in their kind, t excell did emulate.

His baseness knowing, and the peoples hate

Kept close, fearing his well deserved fate.

It chanc’d Arbaces brave unwarily,

His Master like a Strumpet clad did spye.

His manly heard disdained (in the least)

Longer to serve this Metamorphos’d Beast;

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Unto Belosus then he brake his mind,

Who sick of his disease, he soon did find

These two, rul’d Media and Babilon

Both for their King, held their Dominion;

Belosus promised Arbaces aid

Arbaces him fully to be repayd.

The last The Medes and Persians do invite

Against their monstrous King to use their might.

Belosus, the Chaldaeans doth require

And the Arbaxians, to further his desire:

These all agree, and forty thousand make

The Rule, from their unworthy Prince to take:

These Forces mustered and in array

Sardanapalus leaves his Apish play.

And though of wars, he did abhor the sight;

Fear of his diadem did force him fight.

And either by his valour or his fate,

Arbaces Courage he did so abate.

That in dispair, he left the Field and fled,

But with fresh hopes Belosus succoured,

From Bactria, an Army was at hand

Prest for this Service by the Kings Command:

These with celerity Arbaces meet,

And with all Terms of amity them greet.

With promises their necks now to unyoke,

And their Taxations sore all to revoke.

T’infranchise them, to grant what they could crave,

No priviledge to want, Subjects should have,

Only intreats them, to joyn their Force with his,

And win the Crown, whihc was the way to bliss.

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Won by his loving looks, more by his speech,

T’ accept of what they could, they all beseech:

Both sides their hearts their hands, & bands unite,

And set upon their Princes Campt that night,

Who revelling in Cups, sung care away,

For victory obtain’d the other day:

And now surpris’d, by this unlookt for fright,

Bereft of wits, were slaughtered down right.

The King his brother leavs, all to sustain,

And speeds himself to Nineveh amain.

But Salmeneus slain, the Army falls;

The King’s pursu’d unto the City Walls,

But he once in, pursuers came to late,

The Walls and gates their hast did terminate.

There with all store he was so well provided:

That what Arbaces did, was but derided:

Who there incamp’d, two years for little end,

But in the third, the River prov’d his friend,

For by the rain, was Tygris so o’reflown,

Arbaces marches in the Town he takes,

For few or none (it seems) resistance makes:

And now they saw fulfil’d a Prophesy,

That when the River prov’d their Enemy,

Their strong wal’d Town should suddenly be taken

By this accomplishment, their hearts were shaken.

Sardanapalas did not seek to fly,

This his inevitable destiny;

But all his wealth and friends together gets,

Then on himself, and them a fire he sets.

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This was last Moinarch of great Ninus race

That for twelve hundred years had held the place:

Twenty he reign’d same time, as Stories tell,

That Aone wordflawed-reproduction as King of Israel.

His Father was then King (as we suppose)

When Jonah for their sins denounc’d those woes.

He did repent, the threatning was not done,

But now accomplish’d in his wicked Son.

Arbaces thus of all becoming Lord,

Ingeniously with all did keep his word.

Of Babylon Belosus he made King,

With overplus of all the wealth therein.

To Bactrians he gave their liberty,

Of Ninivites he caused none to dye.

But suffer’d with their goods, to go else where,

Not granting them not to inhabit there:

For he demolished that City great,

And unto Media tranhsfer’d his Seat.

Such was his promise which he firmly made,

To Medes and Persians when he crav’d their aid:

A while he and his race aside must stand,

Not pertinent to what we have in hand;

And Belochus in’d progeny pursue,

Who did this Monarchy begin anew.

Belosus or Belochus.

Belosus setled in his new old Seat,

Not so content but aiming to be great,

Incroaching still upon the bordering lands,

Till Mesopotamia he got in’d hands:

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And either by compound or else by strength,

Assyria be gain’d also at length;

Then did rebuild, destroyed Nineveh,

A costly work which none could do but he,

Who own’d the Treassures of proud Babylon.

And those that seem’d with Sardanapal’s gone;

For though his Palace did in asshes lye,

The fire those Mettals could not damnifie,

From these with diligence he rakes,

Arbaces suffers all, and all he takes,

He thus inricht by this new tryed gold.

Raises a Phænix new, from grave o’th’ old;

And from this heap did after Ages see

As fair a Town, as the first Nineveh.

When this was built, and matters all in peace

Molests poor Israel, his wealth t’ increase.

A thousand Talents of Menahem had

(Who to be rid of such a guest was glad;)

In sacrid writ he’s known by name of Pul.

Which makes the world of difference so full.

That he and Belochus could not one be,

But Circumstance doth prove the verity;

And times of both computed so fall out,

That these two made but one, we need not doubt:

What else he did, his Empire to advance,

To rest content we must, in ignorance.

Forty eight years he reign’d, his race then run,

He left his new got Kingdome to his Son.

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Tiglath Pulassar.

Belosus dead, Tiglath his warlike Son.

Next treads those steps, by which his Father won;

Damascus ancient Seat, of famous Kings

Under subjection, by his Sword he brings.

Resin their valiant King he also slew,

And Syria t’ obedience did subdue.

Judas bad King occasioned this war,

When Resins force his Borders sore did marre,

And divers Cities by strong hand did seaze:

To Tiglath then, doth Ahaz send for ease,

The Temple robs, so to fulfil his ends,

And to Assyria’s King a present sends.

I am thy Servant and thy Son, (quoth he)

From Resin and from Pekah set me free,

Gladly doth Tiglath this advantage take,

And succours Ahaz yet for Tiglath’s sake.

The Resin slain, his Army overthrown,

He Syria makes a Province of his own

Unto Damascus then comes Judah’s King,

His humble thankfulness (in haste) to bring,

Acknowledging th’d Assyrians high desert,

To whom he ought all loyalty of heart.

But Tiglath having gain’d his wished end,

Proves unto Ahaz but a feigned friend;

All Israels lands beyond Jordan he takes,

In Gallilee he woful havock makes.

Through Syria now he march’d none stopt his,
way

And Ahaz open at his mercy lay;

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Who still implor’d his love, but was distrest

This was that Ahaz, who so high transgrest:

Thus Tiglath reign’d & warr’d twenty seven years

Then by his death releas’d was Israels fears.

Salmanassar or Nabanassar.

Tiglath deceas’d, Salmanassar was next,

He Israelites, more then his Father vext,

Hobes their last King he did invade,

And him six years his Tributary made;

But weary of his servitude, he sought

To Egypts King, whichdid avail him nougtht;

For Salmanassar with a might Host,

Besieg’d his Regal Town, and spoyl’d his Coast,

And did the people nobles, and their King,

Into perpetual thraldome that time bring;

Those that from Joshuah’s time had been a state,

10 years. Did Justice now by him eradicate:

This was that strange, degenerated brood.

On whom nor threats, nor mercies could do good;

Laden with honour, prisoners and with spoyle,

Returns triumphant Victor to his soyle;

He plaecd Israel there, where he thought best,

Then sent his Colonies theirs to ivest;

thus Jacobs Sons in Exile must remain,

And pleasant Canaan never saw again:

Where now those ten Tribes are, can no man tell,

Or how they fare, rich, poor, or ill or well;

Whether the Indians of the East, or West,

Or wild Tartarians, as yet ne’re blest.

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Or else those Chinoes rare, whose wealth & arts

Hath bred more wonder then belief in heats:

But what, or where they are; yet know we this,

They shall return, and Zion see with bliss.

Senacherib.

Senacherib Salmanasser succeeds,

Whose haughty heart is showne in words & deeds

His wars none better then himself can boast,

On Henah, Arpad, and on Juahs coast;

On Hevahs and on Sheparvaims gods,

’Twixt them and Israels he knew no odds,

Untill the thundring hand of heaven he felt,

Which made his Army into nothing melt:

With shame then turn’d to Ninive again,

And by his sons in’s Idols house was slain.

Essarhadon.

His Son, weak Essarhaddon reign’d in’s place

The fifth, and last of great Bellosus race.

Brave Merodach, the Son of Baladan,

In Babylon Lieftenant to this man

Of opportunity advantage takes,

And on his Masters ruines his house makes.

As Belosus his Soveraign did onthrone,

So he’s now stil’d the King of Babilon.

After twelve years did Essarhaddon dye

And Merodach assume the Monarchy.

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Merodach Balladan.

All yield to him, but Niniveh kept free,

Untill his Grand-child made her bow the knee.

Abassadors to Hezekiah sent,

His health congratulates with complement.

Ben Merodach.

Ben Merodach Succeessor to this King,

Of whom is little said in any thing

But by conjecture this, and none but he

Led King Manasseh to Captivity.

Nebulassar.

Brave Nebulassar to this King was son,

The famous Niniveh by him was won,

For fifty years, or more, it had been free,

Now yields her neck unto captivity:

A Vice-Roy from her foe she’s glad to accept,

By whom in firm obedience she is kept.

This King’s less fam’d for al the acts he’s done,

Then being Father to so great a Son.

Nebuchadnezzar, or Nebopolassar

The famous acts of this heroick King

Did neither Homer, Hesiod, Virgil sing:

Nor of his Wars have we the certainty

From some Thucidides grave history.

Nor’s Metamorphosis from Ovids book,

Nor his restoriang from old Legends took,

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But by the Prophets, Pen-men most divine

This prince in’s magnitude doth ever shine

This was of Monarchyes that head of gold,

The richest adn the dread fullest to behold:

This was that tree whose branches fill’d the earth,

Under whose shadow birds and beasts had birth:

This was that king of kings did what he pleas’d,

Kil’d, sav’d pul’d down, set up, or pain’d or eas’d;

And this was he, who when he fear’d the least

Was changed from a King into a beast.

This Prince the last year of his fathers reign

Against Jehojakim marcht with his train,

Judahs poor King besieg’d and succourless

Yields to hismercy, and the present ’two lettersflawed-reproductionress;

His Vasssal is, gives pledges for his truth,

Childrenof royal blood, unblemish’d youth:

Wise Daniel and his fellowes, mongst the rest,

By the victorious king to Babel’s prest:

The Temple of rich ornaments defac’d,

And in his Idols house the vessels plac’d.

The next year he with unresisted hand

Quite vanquishd Pharaoh Necho with his band

By great Euphrates did his army fall,

Which was the loss of Syria withall.

Then into Egypt Necho did retire.

Which in few years proves the Assirians hire.

A mighty army next he doth prepare,

And unto wealthy Tyre in hast repair,

Such was the scituation of this place,

As might not him, but all the world out-face,

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That in her pride she knew not which to boast

Whether her wealth, or yet her strength was most

How in all merchandize she did excel.

None but the true Ezekial need to tell.

And for her strength, how hard she was to gain,

Can Babels tired souldiers tell with pain.

Within an Island hadthis city seat,

Divided from the Main by channel great:

Of costly ships and Gallyes she had store,

And Mariners to handle sail and oar:

But the Chaldeans had nor ships nor skill,

Their shoulders must their Masters mind fulfill,

Fetcht rubbish from the opposite old town,

And in the channel threw each burden down;

Where after many essayes, they made at last

The sea firm land, whereon the Army past,

And took the wealthy town; but all the gain,

Requited not the loss, the toyle and pain.

Full thirteen years in this strange work he spent

Before he could accomplish his intent:

And though a Victor home his Army leads,

With peeled shoulders, and with balded heads.

When in the Tyrian war this King was hot,

Jehojakim his oath had clean forgot,

Thinks this the fittest time to break his bands

Whilest Babels King thus deep engaged stands:

But he whose fortunes all were in the ebbe,

Had all his hopes like to a spiders web;

For this great King withdraws part of his force,

To judah marches with a speedy course,

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And unexpected finds the feeble Prince

Whom he chastis’d thus for his proud offence,

Fast bound, intends to Babel him to send,

But chang’d his mind, & caus’d his life there end,

Then cast him out like to a naked Ass,

For this is he for whom none said alas.

His son he suffered three months to reign,

Then from his throne he pluck’d him down again,

Whom with his mother he to Babel led,

And seven andthirty years in prison fed:

His Uncle he establish’d in his place

(Who was last King of holy Davids race)

But he as perjur’d aas Jehojakim,

They lost more now then e’re thy lost by him.

Seven years he kept his faith, and safe he dwells;

But in the eighth against his Prince rebels:

The ninth came Nebudchadnezzar with power,

Besieg’d his city, temple, Zions tower,

And after eighteen months he took them all:

The Walls so strong, that stood so long; now fall.

The cursed King by flight could no wise fly

His well deserv’d and foretold misery:

But being caught to Babels wrathfull King

With children, wives and Nobles all they bring,

Where so the sword al but himself were put,

And with that wofull sight his eyes close shut.

Ah! hapless man, whose darksome contemplation

Was nothing but such gasstly meditation.

In midst of Babel now till death he lyes;

Yet as was told ne’re saw it with his eyes.

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The Temples burnt the vessels had away.

The towreers and palaces brought to decay:

Where late of harp and Lute were heard the noise

Now Zim & Jim lift up their scrieching voice.

All now of worth are Captive led with tears,

And sit bewailing Zion seventy years.

With all these conquests, Babels King rests not,

No not when Moab, Edom he had got,

Kedar and Hazar, athe Arabians too,

All Vassals at his hands for Grace must sue.

A total conquest of rich Egypt makes,

all rule he from the ancient Phraarohes takes,

Who had for sixteen hundred years born sway,

To Babilons proud King now yields the day.

Then Put and Lud do at his mercy stand.

Where e’re he goes, he conquers every land.

His sumptuous buildings passes all conceit,

Which wealth and stong ambition made so great.

His Image Judah’s Captives worship not,

Although the Furnace be seven times more hot.

His dreams wise Daniel doth expound full well,

And his unhappy chang with grief foretell.

Strange melancholy humours on him lay,

Which for seven years his reason took away,

Which from no natural causes did proceed.

But for his pride, so had the ehavens decreed.

The time expir’d, bruitish remains no more,

But Goverment resumes as heretofore:

In splendor, and iun Majesty he sits,

Contemplating those times he lost his witts.

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And if by words we may ghess at the heart,

This king among the righteous had a part:

Fourty four years he reign’d, which being run,

He left his wealth and conquests to his son.

Evilmerodach

Babels great Monarch now laid in the dust,

His son possesses wealth and rule as just:

And in the first year of his Royalty

Easeth Jehojakims Captivity:

Poor forlorn Prince, one wordflawed-reproduction had all state forgot

In seven and thirty years had seen no jot.

Among the conquer’d Kings that there did ly

Is Judah’s King now lifted up on hight:

But yet in Babel he must still remain,

And native Canaan never see again:

Unlike his Father Evilmerodach,

Prudence and magnanimity did lack;

Fair Egypt is by his remisness lost,

Arabia, and al lthe bordering coast.

Warrs with the Medes unhappily he wag’d

(Within whihc broyles rich Crœsus was ingag’d)

His Army routed, and himself there slain:

His Kingdome to Belshazzar did remain.

Belshazzar.

Unworthy Belshazzar next wears the crown,

Whose acts profane a sacred Pen sets down,

His lust and crueltyes in storyes find,

A royal State rul’d by a bruitish mind.

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His life so base and dissolute invites

The noble Persian to invade his rights.

Who with his own, and Uncles power anon,

Layes siedge to’s Regal Seat, proud Bathree lettersflawed-reproductionn,

The coward King whose strength lay in his walls,

To banquetting and revelling now falls,

To she his little dread, but greater store,,

To chear his friends and scorn his foes the more.

The holy vessels thither brought long since,

They carrows’d in and sacrilegious prince

Did praise his Gods of mettal, wood, and stone,

Protectors of his Crown, and Babylon,

But he above, his doings did deride,

And with a hand soon dashed all this pride.

The King upon the wall casting his eye,

The fingers of a hand writing did spy,

Which horrid sight he fears must needs portend

Dstruction to his Crown to s Person end.

With quaking knees, and heart appall’d he cries,

For the Soothsayers, and Magicians wise;

This language strange to read, and to unfold;

With gifts of Scarlet robe and Chain of gold,

And highest dignity next to the King,

To him that could interpret, clear this thing:

But dumb the gazing Astrologers stand,

Amazed at the writing, and the hand.

None answers the affrighted Kings intent,

Who still expects some fearful sad event,

As dead, alive he sits, as one undone:

In comes the Queen, to chear her heartless Son.

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Of Daniel tells, who in his grand sires dayes

Was held in more account then now he was.

Daniel in haste is brought before the King,

Who doth not flatter, nor once cloak the thing;

Reminds him of his Grand-Sires height and fall,

And of his own notorious sins withall,:

His Drunkenness, an dhis profaness high,

His pride and sottish gross Idolatry.

The guilty King with colour pale and dead

Thn hears his Mine and his Tekel read.

And one thing did worthy a King (though late)

Perform’d his word to him that told his fate.

That night victorious Cyrus took the town,

Who soon did terminate his life and crown;

With him did end the race of Baladan:

And now the Persian Monarch began.

The End of the Assyrian Monarchy
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The Second Monarchy,
being the Persian, began under
Cyrus, Darius being his Uncle and
Father-in-law reigned with him
about two years.

Cyrus Cambyses Son of Persia King,

Whom Lady Mandana did to him bring,

She daughter unto great Astiages,

He in descent the seventh from Arbaces.

Cambyses was of Achemenes race,

Who had in Persia the Lieftenants place

When Sardanapalus was overthrown,

And from that time had held it as his won.

Cyrus, Darius Daughter took to wife,

And so unites two Kingdomes without strife.

Darius unto Mandana was brother.

Adopts her sson for his having no other.

This is of Cyrus the true pedegree,

Whose Ancestors were royal in degree

His Mothers dream and Grand-Sires cruelty,

His preservation, in his misery,

His nourishment afforded by a Bitch,

Are fit for such whose ears for Fables itch.

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He in his younger dayes an Army led,

Against great Cressus then of Lidia head;

Who over-curious of wars event,

For information to Apollo went:

And the ambiguous Oracle did trust,

So overthrown by Cyrus, as was just;

Who him puarsues to Sardis takes the Town,

Where all that dare resist, are slaughter’d down;

Disguised Cressus hop’d to scape i’th’ throng,

Who had no might to save himself from wrong;

But as he past, his Son who was born dumb,

With pressing grief and sorrow overcome:

Among the tumult, bloud-shed, and the strife.

Brake his long silence, cry’d, spare Cressus life.

Cressus thus known, it was great Cyrus doom,

(A hard decree) to ashes he consume;

Then on a wood pile set where all might eye,

He Solon, Solon, Solon thrice did cry.

The Reason of those words Cyrus demands,

Who Solon was? to whom he lifts his hands;

Then to the King he makes this true report,

That Solon sometimes at his stately Court,

His Treasures pleasures pomp and power dfid see,

And viewing all, at all nought mov’d was he:

That Cressus angry, urg’d him to express,

If ever King equal’d his happiness.

(Quoth he) that man for happy we commend,

Whose happy life attains an happy end.

Cyrus with pitty mov’d knowing Kings stand,

Now up and down, as fortune turns her hand,

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Weighing the Age, and greatness of the Prince,

(His Mothers Uncle) stories do evince:

Gave him his life, and took him for a friend,

Did to him still his chief deigns commend.

Next war the restless Cyrus thought upon,

Was conquest of the stately Babilon.

Now treble wall’d, and moated so about,

That all the world they need not fear nor doubt;

To drain this ditch, he many Sluces cut,

But till convenient time their heads kept shut;

That night Belshazzar feasted all his rout,

He cut those banks, and let the River out,

And to the walls securely marches on,

Not finding a defendant thereupon;

Enters the Town, the sottish King he stayes,

Upon Earths richest spoyles his Souldiers preyes;

Here twenty years provision good he found,

Forty five miles this City scarce could round;

This head of Kingdomes Chaldees excellence,

For Owles and Satyres made a residence,

Yet wondrous monuments this stately Queen,

A thousand years had after to be seen.

Cyrus doth now the Jewish Captives free

An edict made, the Temple builded be,

He with his Uncle Daniel sets on high,

And caus’d his foes in Lions Den to dye.

Long after this he ’gainst the Scythians goes,

And Tomris Son and Army overthrows;

Which to revenge she hires a mighty power,

And sets on Cyrus, in a fatal hour;

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There routs his Host, himself she prisoner takes,

And at one blow (worlds head) she headless makes

The which she bath’d, within a But of bloud,

Using such taunting words, as she thought good.

But Xenophon reports he di’d in’s bed,

And in his Town of Rassagardes lyes,

Wheresome long after sought in vain for prize,

But in his Tombe, was only to be found

Two Scythian boys, a Sword and Target round:

And Alexander coming to the same,

With honours great, did celebrate his fame.

Three daughers and two Sones he left behind,

Innobled more by birth, then by their mind;

Thirty two years in all this Prince did reign,

But eight whilst Babylon he did retain:

And though his conquests made the earth to groan,

Now quiet lyes under one marble stone.

And with an Epitaph, himself did make,

To shew how little Land he then should take.

Cambyses.

Cambyses nowayes like his noble Sire,

Yet to inlarge his State had some desire,

His reign with bloud and Incest first begins,

Then sends to find a Law, for these his sins;

That Kings with Sisters mathc, no Law they find,

But that the Persian King may act his mind:

He wages war the fifth year of his reign,

’Gainst Egypts King, who there by him was slain.

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And all of Royal Bloud, that came to hand,

He seized first of Life and then of Land,

(But littel Narus scap’d that cruel fate,

Who grown a man, resum’d again his State.)

He next to Cyprus sends his bloudy Host

Who landing soon upon that fruitful Coast,

Made Evelthon their King with bended knee,

To hold his own, of his free Courtesie.

Their Temple he destroys, not for his Zeal,

For he would be profest, God of their weal:

Yea in his pride, he ventured so farre,

To spoyle the Temple of great Jupiter:

But as they marched o’re those desert sands,

The stormed dust o’rewhlm’d his daring bands;

But scorning thus, by Jove to be outbrav’d,

A second Army he ahd almost grav’d,

But vain he found to fight with Elements,

So left his sacrilegious bold intents

The Egyptian Apu then he likewise slew,

Laughing to scorn, that sottish Calvish Crew:

If all this heat had been for pious end,

Cambyses to the Clouds we might commend.

But he that ’fore the Gods himself prefers,

Is more profane then gross Idolaters,

He after this , upon suspition vain,

Unjustly caus’d his brother to be slain.

Praxaspes into Persia then is sent,

To act in secret, this his lewd intent:

His Sister (whom Incestuously he wed,)

Hearing her harmless brother thus was dead.

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His wofull death with tears did so bemoan,

That by her husbands charge, she caught her own,

She with her fruit at once were both undone

Who would have born a Nephew and a son.

Oh hellesh husband, brother, uncle, Sire,

Thy cruelty all ages will admire.

This strange severity he sometimes us’d

Upon a Judge, for taking bribes accus’d

Flay’d him alive, hung up his stuffed skin

Over his seat, then plac’d his son therein,

To whom he gave this in remembrance,

Like fault must look for the like recompence.

His cruelty was come unto that height

He spar’d nor foe, nor friend, nor favourite.

’Twould be no pleasure, but a tedious thing

To tell the facts of this most bloody King,

Feared of all, but lovd of few or none,

All wisht his short reign past before ’twas done.

At last two of his Officers he hears

Had set one Smerdis up, of the same years,

And like in feature to his brother dead,

Ruling, as they thought best under this head.

The people ignorant of what was done,

Obedience yielded as to Cyrus son.

Toucht with this news to Persia he makes

But in the way his sword just vengeance takes,

Unsheathes, as he hhis horse mounted on high

And with a mortal thrust wounds him ith’ thigh,

Which ends before begun his home-bred warr:

So yi8elds to death, that dreadfull Conquerour.

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Grief for his brothers death he did express,

And more, because he died Issueless.

The male line of great Cyrus now had end,

The Female to many Ages did extend.

A Babylon in Egypt did he make,

And Meroe built for his fair Sisters sake.

Eight years he reign’d, a short, yet too long time

Cut off in’t wickedness in’s strength and prime.

The inter regnum between Cambyses
And Darius Histaspes.

Childess Cambyses on the sudden dead,

(The Princes meet, to chuse one in his stead,

Of which the chief was seven , call’d Satrapes,

Who like to Kings, rul’d Kingdomes as they please,

Descended all of Achemenes bloud,

And Kinsmen in accoiunt to th’ King they stood.

And first these noble Magi ’gree upon.

To thrust th’d imposter Smerdis out of Throne:

Then Forces instantly they raise, and rout

This King with his Conspirators so stout,

But yet ’fore this was done much bloud was shed,

And two of these great Peers in Field lay dead.

Some write that sorely hurt they scap’d away,

But so, or no, sure ’tis they won the day.

All things in peace and Rebels throughly quell’d,

A Consultation by those States was held,

What form of government now to erect

The old, or new, which best in what respect.

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The greater part declin’d a Monarchy

So late crusht by their Princes tyranny,

And thought the people would more happy be

If govern’d by an Aristocracy:

But others thought (none of the dullest braain)

That better one then many tyrants reign.

What Arguments they usd I know not well,

Too politick, its like, for me to tell,

But in conclusion they all agree

Out of the seven a Monarch chosen be.

All envy to avoid, this was thought on

Upon a green to meet by rising sun,

And he whose horse before the rest should neigh,

Of all the Peers should have precedency.

They all attend on the appointed hour,

Praying to fortune for a kingly power.

Then mounting on their snorting coursers proud,

Darius lusty Stallion neigh’d full loud.

The Nobles all alight, bow to their King,

And joyfull acclamations shrill they ring

A thousand times, long live the King they cry,

Let Tyranny with dead Cmbuses dye:

Then all attend him to his royall room:

Thanks for all this to’d crafty stable-groom.

Dariius Hystaspes.

Darius by election made a King,

His title to make strong omits no thing:

He two of Cyrus daughters then doth wed,

Two of his Neeces takes to Nuptial bed,

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By which he cuts their hopes for future time,

That by such steps to Kingdomes often clime.

And now a King by mariage choice and blood:

Three strings to’s bow the least of which is good;

Yet firmly more, the peoples hearts to bind.

Made wholsome, gentle laws which pleas’d each
mind.

His courtesie and affability.

Much gain’d the hearts of his nobility.

Yet notwithstanding all he did so well,

The Babylonians ’gainst their prince rebell.

An host he rais’d the city to reduce;

But men against those walls were of no use.

Then brave Zopirus for his masters good,

His manly face disfigures, spares no blood:

With his own hands cutts off his ears and nose,

And with a faithfull fraud to th’ town he goes,

tells them how harshly the proud king had dealt,

That for their sakes his cruelty he felt,

Desiring of the Prince to raise the siege,

This told, for entrance he stood not long;

For they believ’d his nose mor then his tongue

With all the city’s strength they him betrust,

If he command, obey the greatest must.

When opportunity he saw was fit

Delivers up the town, and all in it.

To loo a nose, to win a town’s no shame,

But who dares venture such a stake for th’ game

Then thy disgrace, thine honour’s manifold,

Who doth deserve a statue made of gold.

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Nor can Darius in his Monarchy,

Scarce find enought to thank thy l oyalty:

Yet o’re thy glory we must cast this vail,

Thy craft more then thy valour did prevail.

Darius in the second of his reign

And Edict for the Jews publishd again:

The Temple to rebuild, for that did rest

Since Cyrus tyme, Cambises did molest/

He like a King now grants a Charter large,

Out of his own revennues bears the charge,

Gives Sacrifices, wheat, wine oyle and salt,

Threats punishment to him that through default

Shall let the work or keep back any thing

Of what is freely granted by the King:

And on Kings he poures our Execrations

That shall once dare to rase those firm foundatioins

They thus backt by the King, in spight of foes

Built on and prosper’d till their house they close.

And in the sixth year of his friendly reign,

Set up a Temple (though a less) again

Darius on the Scythians ma d a war,

Entring that larg and barren Country far:

A Bridge he made, whihc serv’d for boat & barge

O’re Ister fair, with labour and with charge.

But in that desert ’mongst his barbarous foes

Sharp wants, not swords, his valour did oppose,

His Army fought with hunger and with cold,

Which to assail his royal Camp was bold.

By these alone his host was pincht so sore,

He warr’d defensive, not offensive more.

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The Salvages did laugh at his distress,

Their minds by Hiroglyphicks they express,

A Frog a Mouse, a bird, an arrow sent,

The King will needs interpret their intent;

Possession of water, earth and air.

But wise Gobias reads not half so fair:

(Quoth he) like frogs in water we must dive,

Or like to mice under the earth must live

Or fly like birds in un known wayes full quick,

Or Scythian arrows in our sides must stick.

The King seeing his men and victual spent,

This fruitless war beg a late to repent,

Return’d with little honour, and less gain

His enemies scarce seen, then much less slain.

He after this intends Greece to invade,

But troubles in less Asia him staid,,

Which husht he straight so orders his affairs,

For Attaea an army he prepares;

But as before, so now with ill success

Return’d with wondrous loss, and honourless.

Athens perceiving now their desperate state

Arm’d all they could, which eleven thoussand made

By brave Miltiades their chief being led:

Darius multitudes before them fled.

At Marathon this bloudy field was fought,

Where Grecians prov’d themselves right souldiers
stout

The Persians to their gallies posst with speed

Where an Athenian shew’d a valiant deed,

Pursues his flying foes then on the sand,

He stayes a lanching gally with his hand,

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Which soon cut off, inrag’d, he with his left,

Renews his hold, and when of that bereft,

His whetted teeth he claps in the firm wood,

Off flyes his head, down showres his frolick bloud,

Go Persians carry home that angry piece,

As the best Trophe which ye won in Greece,

Darius light, yet heavy home returns,

And for revenge, his heart still restless burnes,

His Queen Atossa Author of this stirr,

For Grecian maids (’tis said) to wait on her.

She lost her aim, her Husband he lost more,

His men his coyne, his honour and his store

and the ensuing year ended his Life

(Tis thought, through grief of this successless strife)

Thirty six years this noble Prince did reign,

Then to his second Sond did all remain.

Xerxes,

Xerxes. Darius, and Atossa’s Son,

Grand child to Cyrus, now sits on the Throne:

(His eldest brother put beside the place,

Because this was, first born of Cyrus race.)

His Father not so full of lenity,

As was his Son of pride and cruelty;

He with his Crown receives a double war,

The Egyptians to reduce, and Greece to marr,

The first begun, and finish’d in such haste,

None write by whom, nor how, ’twas over past.

But for the last, he made such preparation,

As if to dust, he meant, to grinde that nation;

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Yet all his men, and Instruments of slaughter,

Produced but derision and laughter,

Sage Artabanus Counsel had he taken,

And’s Couzen young Mardonius forsaken,

His Souldiers credit, wealth at home had staid,

And Greece such woundrous triumphs ne’r had made.

The first dehorts and layes before his eyes

His Fathers ill success, in’s enterprize,

Against the Scythians and Grecians too,

What Infamy to’s honour did accrew.

Flatt’ring Mardonius on the other side,

With conquest of all Europe, feeds his pride:

Vain Xerxes thinks his counsel hath most wit,

That his ambitious humour best can fit;

And by this choice unwarily posts on,

To present loss, future subversion.

Although he hasted, yet four years was spent

In great provisions, for this great intent:

His Army of all Nations was compounded,

That the vast Persian government surrounded.

His Foot was seventeen hundred thousand strong,

Eight hundred thousadn horse to these belong

His Camels, beasts for carriage numberless,

For Truths asham’d, how many to express;

the charge of all, he severally commended

To Princes, of the Persian bloud descended:

But the command of these commanders all,

Unto Mardonius made their General,

(He was the Son of the fore nam’d Gobrius,

Who married the Sister of Darius.)

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Such his land Forces were, then next a fleet,

Of two and twenty thousand Gallies meet

Man’d with Phenicians and Pamphylsans

Cipriots, Dorians and Cilicians,

Lycians, Carians and Ionians,

Eolians an dteh Helespontines

Besides the vessels for his transportation,

Which to theree thousand came (by best relations)

Brave Artemisia, Hallicarnassus Queen

In person present for his aid was seen,

Whose Gallyes all the rest in neatness pass.

Save the Zidonians, where Xerxes was:

But hers she kept still seperate from the rest,

For to command alone, she judg’d was best.

O noble Queen, thy valour I commend;

But pitty ’twas thine aid thou here didst lend.

At Sardis in Lydia, all these do meet,

Whether rich Pythias comes Xerxes to greet,

Feasts all this multitudes of his own charge,

Then gives the King a king-like gift full large,

Three thousand talents of the purest gold,

Which mighty sum all wondred to behold:

Then humbly to the king he makes request,

One of his five sons there might be releas’d,

To be to’s age a comfort and a stay,

The other four he freely gave away.

The king clls for the youth, who being brought,

Cuts him in twain for whom his Sire besought,

Then laid his parts on both sides of the way,

’Twixt which his souldiers marcht in good array.

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For his great love is this thy recompence?

\Is this to do like Xerxes or a Prince?

Thou shame of kings, of men the detestation,

I Rhetorick want to pour out execration.

First thing he did that’s worthy of recount,

A Sea passage cut behind Athos mount.

Next o’re the Helespont a bridge he made

Of Boats together coupled, and there laid:

But winds and waves those iron bands did break,

To cross the sea such strength he found too weak,

Then whips the sea, and with a mind most vain

He fetters cast therein the same to chain.

The work-men put to death the bridge that made,

Because thy wanted skill the same to’ve staid.

Seven thousend Gallyes chaind by Tyrians skill,

Firmly at last accomplished his will.

Seven dayes and nights, his host without leasst stay

Was marching o’re this new devised way.

Then in Abidus plains mustring his forces,

He gloryes in his squadrons and his horses,

Long viewing them, thought it great happiness,

One king so many subjects should possess:

But yet this sight from him produced tears,

That none of those could live an hundred years.

What after did ensue had he foreseen,

Of so long time his thoughts had never been.

Of Artubanus he again demands

How of the enterprise his thoughts now stands,

His answer was, both sea and land he fear’d,

Which was not vain as after soon appear’d.

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But Xerxes resolute to Thrace goes first,

His Host all Lissus drinks, to quench their thirst;

And for his Cattel, all Pssyrus Lake

Was scarce enough for each a draught to take:

Then marching on to th’ streight Termopyle,

The Spartan meets him brave Leonade;

This ’twixt the mountains lyes (half Acre wide)

That pleasant Thessaly from Greece divide

Two dayes and nights, a sight they there maintain,

Till twenty thousand Persians fell down slain,

And all that Army then dismaid, had fled,

But that a Fugitive discovered.

How some might o’re the mountains go about,

And wound the backs of those brave warriors stout

They thus behem’d with multitude of Foes,

Laid on more fiercely their deep mortal blows.

None cries for quarter nor yet seeks to run;

But on their ground they dies each Mothers Son.

O noble Greeks, how now degenerate,

Where is the valour of your ancient State?

When as one thousand could a million daunt,

Alas! it is Leonadis you want.

This shameful victory cost Xerxes dear,

Among the rest, two brothers he lost there;

And as at Land, so he at Sea was crost,

Four hundred stately Ships by storms was lost;

Of Vessels small almost innumerable,

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Enclos’d their fleet o’th’ streight of Euapproximately three lettersflawed-reproduction

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But they as fortunate at Sea as Land,

In this streight as the other firmly stand.

And Xerxes mighty Galleys battered so.

That their split sides witnessd his overthrow;

then iin the streight of Salamis he try’d,

If that small number his great force could ’bide:

But he in daring of his forward Foe,

Received there a shameful overthrow.

Twice beaten thus at Sea he warr’d no more,

But then the Phocians Country wasted fore;

They no way able to withstand his force,

That brave Themistocles takes his wise course,

In secret manner word to Xerxes sends,

That Greeks to break his Bridg shortly intends:

And as a friend warns him what e’re he do

For his Retreat, to have an eye thereto,

He hearing this, his thoughts & course home bended

Much fearing that whihc never was intended.

Yet ’fore he wnt to help out his expence

Part of his Host to Delphos sent from thence,

To rob the wealthy Temple of Apollo,

But mischief sacriledge doth ever follow.

Two mighty Rocks brake from Parnassus hill,

And many thousands of those men did kill;

Which accident the rest affrighted so,

With empty hands they to their Master go:

He finding all, to tend to his decay,

Fearing his Bridge, no longer there would stay.

Three hundred thousand yet he left behind,

With his Mardonius Index of his mind;

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Who for his sake he knew would venture farre,

(Chief instigator of this hapless warr.)

He instantly to Athens sends for peace,

That all Hosttility from thence forth cease,

And that with Xerxes they would be at one,

So should all facour to their State be shown.

The Spartans fearing Athens would agree,

As had Macedon, Thebes, and Thessaly,

And leave them out, this Shock now to sustain,

By their Ambassador they thus complain,

That Xerxes quarrel was ’gainst Athens State,

And they had helpt them as Confederate;

If in their need they should forsake their friends,

Their infamy would last till all things ends:

But the Athenians this peace detest,

And thus reply’d unto Mardon’s request.

That wilst the Sund did run his endless Course

Against the Persians, they would bend their force;

Nor could the brave Ambassador he sent,

With Rhetorick gain better Complement:

A Macedonian born, and great Commander,

No less then grand Sier to great Alexander

Mardonius proud hearing this Answer stout,

To add more to his numbers layes about;

And of those Greeks which by his Skill he’d won,

He fifty thousand joyns unto his own:

The other Greeks which were Confederate

In all one hundred and ten thousand made.

The Athenians could but forty thousand Arme,

The rest had weapons would do little ham;

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But that which helpt defects and make them bold,

Was victory by Oracle foretold.

Then for one battel shortly all provede;

Where both their Controversies they’d decide;

Ten dayes these Armyes did each other face,

Mardonius finding victuals wast apace,

No hunger dar’d but bravely on-set gave,

The other not a hand nor Sword would wave,

Till in the intrails of their Sacrifice

The signal of their victory did rise,

Which sound like Greeks they fight, the Persians
ly,

And troublesome Mardonius now must dye.

All’s lost, and of three hundred thousand men,

Three thousand only can run home agen.

For pitty let those few to Xerxes go.

To certifie his final overthrow:

Same day the small remainder of his Fleet,

The Grecians at Mycale in Asia meet.

And there so utterly they wrackt the same,

Scarce one was left to carry home the Fame;

Thus did the Greeks consume destroy, and disperse

That Army, which did fright the Universe.

Scorn’d Xerxes hated for his cruelty,

Yet ceases not to act his villany.

His brothers wife solicites to his will,

The chast and beautious Dame refused still;

Some years by him in this vain suit was spent,

Nor prayers, nor gifts could win him least content

Nor matching of her daughter to his Son,

But she was still as when he first begun:

When G7v 110

When jealous Queen Amestris of this knew,

She Harpy like upon the Lady flew,

Cut off her breasts her lips her nose and ears,

And leavs her thus besmear’d in bloud and tears.

Straight comes her Lord, and finds his wife thus ly,

The sorrow of his heart did close his Eye,

He dying to behold that wounding sight,

Where he had sometime gaz’d with great delight,

To see that face where rose, and Lillyes stood,

O’re flown with Torrent of her guiltless bloud,

To see those breasts where Chastity did dwell,

Thus cut and mangled by a Hag of Hell:

With loaden heart unto the King he goes,

Tells as he could his unexpressed woes;

But for his deep complaints and showres of tears,

His brothers recompence was nought but jears:

The grieved prince finding nor right, nor love,

To Bactria his houshold did remove,

His brother sent soon after him a crew,

With him and his most barbarously there slew:

Unto such height did grow his cruelty,

Of life no man had le3ast security.

At last his Uncle did his death conspire,

and for that end his Eunuch he did hire;

Who privately him smother’d in his bed,

But yet by search he was found murthered;

Then Artabanus hirere of this deed,

That from suspition he might be fre’d.

Accus’d Darius Xerxes eldest Son,

To be the Author of the crime was done.

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And by his craft order’d the matter so

That the Prince innocent to death did goe:

But in short time this wickedness was known,

For which he died, and not he alone,

But all his Family was likewise slain:

Such Justice in the Persian Court did reign.

The eldest son thus immaturely dead

The second was inthron’d in’s fathers sstead.

Artaxerxes Longimanus.

Amongst the Monarchs, next this prince had place

The best that ever sprung of Cyrus race.

He first war with revolted Egypt made,

To whom the perjur’d Grecians lent their aid:

Although to Xerxes they not long before

A league of amity ahad firmly swore,

Which had they kept, Greece had more nobly done

Then when the world they after overrun.

Greeks and Egyptians both he overthrows,

And payes them both according as he owes,

Which done a sumptuous feast makes like a king

Where ninescore dayes are spent in banquetting.

His Princes, Nobles and his Captains calls,

To be partakers of these Festivals:

His hangings white and green, and purple dye,

With gold and silver beds, most gorgeously.

The royal wine in golden cups did pass,

To drink more then he list, none bidden was.

Queen Vasthi also feasts, but ’fore tis ended,

She’s from her Royalty (alas) suspended,

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And one more worthy placed in her room,

By Memncans advice so was the doom

What Esther was and did, the story read,

And how her Country men from spoyle she freed,

Of Hamans fall, and Mordicaes great Rise

The might of th’ prince, the tribute of the Isles.

Good Ezra in the seventh year of his reign,

Did for the Jews commission large obtain,

With gold and silver, and what ere they need:

His bounty did Darius far exceed.

And Nehemiah in his twentieth year;

Went to Jerusalem his city dear,

Rebuilt those walls which long in rubbish lay,

And o’re his opposites still got the day,

Unto this King Temistocles did fly,

When under Ostracisme he did lye:

For such ingratitude did Athens show,

(This valiant Knight whom they so much did owe)

Such royal bounty from his prince he found,

That in his loyalty his heart was bound.

The king not little joyfull of this chance,

Thinking his Grecian warrs now to advance,

And for that end great preparation made

Fair Attica a third time to invade.

His grand Sires old disgrace did vex him sore

His Father Xerxes loss and shame much more,

For punishment their breach of oath did call

This noble Greek, now fit for General.

Provisions then and season being fit,

To Themistocles this warr he doth commit,

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Who for his wrong he could not chuse but deem

His Country nor his Friends would much esteem:

But he all injury had soon forgat;

And to his native land could bear no hate,

Nor yet disloyal to his Prince would prove,

By whom oblig’d by bounty, and by love;

Either to wrong, did wound his heart so sore,

To wrong himself by death he chose before:

In this sad conflict marching on his wayes.

Strong poyson took, so put an end to’s dayes,

The King this noble Captain having lost,

Disperst again his neeeewly levied host:

Rest of his time in peace he did remain,

And di’d the two and forti’th of his reign.

Darius Nothus.

Three sons great Artaxerxes left behind;

The eldest to succeed, that was his mind:

His second Brother with him fell at strife,

Stil making war, till first had lost his life:

Then the Surviver is by Nothus slain,

Who now sole Monarch doth of all remain.

The first sons (are by Historians thought)

By fair Queen Esther to he rhusband brought:

If so they were the greater was her moan,

That for such graceless wretchees she did groan.

Revolting Egypt ’gainst this King rebels,

His Garisons drives out that ’mongst them dwells,

Joyns with the Greeks, and so maintain their right

For sixty years, maugre the Persians might.

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A second trouble after this succeeds,

Which from remissness in Tels Asi breeds.

Amoges, whom for Vice-Roy he ordain’d,

Revolts, treasure and people having gain’d,

Plunders the Country, & much mischief wrought

Beofre things could to quietness be brought

The King was glad with Sparta to make peace,

That so he might those troubles soon appease:

But they in Asia must first restore

All towns held by his Ancestors before.

The King much profit reaped by this league,

Regains his own, then doth the Rebel break

Whose strength by Grecians help was overthrown,

And so each man again possest his own.

This King Cambises like his sister wed.

To which his pride, more then his lust him led:

For Persian Kings then deem’d themselves so good

No match was high enough but their own blood.

Two sons she bore, the youngest Cyrus nam’d,

A Prince whose worth by Xenephon is fam’d:

His Father would no nothice of that take

Prefers his brother for his birthrights sake.

But Cyrus scorns his brothers feeble wit,

And takes more on him then was judged fit.

The King provoked sends for him to th’ Court,

Meaning to chastise him in sharpest sort

But in his slow approach, e’re he came there

His Father di’d, so put an end to’s fear.

’Bout nineteen years this Nothus reigned, which
run

His large Dominions left to’d eldest Son.

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Antaxerxes Mnemon.

Mnemon now set upon his Fathers Throne,

Yet fears all he enjoys, is not his own:

Still on his Brother casts a jealous eye,

Judging his actions tends to’s injury.

Cyrus on th’ other side weighs in his mind,

What help in’s enterprize he’s like to find;

His Interest in th’s Kingdome now next heir,

More dear to’s Mother then his brother farr:

His brothers little love like to be gone,

Held by his Mothers Intercession.

These and like motives hurry him amain,

To win by force, what right could not obtain;

And thought it best now in his Mothers time,

By lower steps towards the top to climbe:

If in his enterprize he should fall short,

She to the King would make a fair report,

He hop’d if fraud nor force the Crown would gain

Her prevalence, a pardon might obtain.

From the Lieutenant first he takes away

Some Towns, commodious in less Asia,

Pretending still the profit of the King.

Whose Rents and Customes dulty he sent in;

Teh King finding Revenues now amended,

Then next he takes the Spartans into pay.

One Greek could make ten Persians run away.

Great eare was his pretence those Souldiers stout,

The Rovers in Psidia should drive out;

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But lest some blacker news should fly to Court,

Prepares himself to carry the report:

And for that end five hundred Horse he chose;

With posting speed on t’wards the king he goes:

But fame more quick, arrives ere he comes there,

And fills the Court with tumult, and with fear.

The old Queen and th young at bitter jarrs,

The last accus’d the first for these s warrs,

The wife against the mother still doth cry

To be the Author of conspiracy.

The King dismaid, a might host doth raise,

Which Cyrus hears, and so foreslows his pace:

But as he goes his forces still augments,

Seven hundred Greeks repair for his in ns,

And others to be wwarm’d by this new fun

In numbers from his brother dayly run.

The fearfull King at last musters his forces.

And counts nine hundred thousand Foot & horses

Three hundred thousand he to one wordflawed-reproduction sent

To keep those streights his brother to prevent.

Their Captain hearing but of Cyrus name,

Forsook his charge to his eternal shame.

This place so made by nature and by art,

Few might have kept it had tehy had a heart.

Cyrus dispair’d a passage there to gain

So hir’d a fleet to waft him o’re the Main:

The ’mazed King was then about to fly

To Bactria and for a time there lye.

Had not his Captains sore against his will

By reason and by force detain’d him still,

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Up then with speed a might trench he throws

For his security against his foes

Six yards the depth and forty miles in length,

Some fifty or else sixty foot in breadth;

Yet for his brothers coming durst not stay,

He safest was when farthest out of the way.

Cyrus finding his camp and no man there,

Was not a littel jocund at his fear.

On this hea nd his souldiers careless grow,

And here and there in carts their arms they throw

When suddenly their scouts come in and cry,

“Arm, Arm”, the King with all his host is nigh.

In this confusion each man as he might

Gets on his arms, arrayes himself for figth,

And ranged stood by great Euphrates side

The brunt of that huge multitude to ’bide,

Of whose great numbers their intelligence

Was gather’d by the dust that rose from thence,

Which like a mighty cloud darkned the dky,

And black and blacker grew, as they drew nigh:

But when their order and their silence saw,

That, more then multitudes their hearts did awe;

For tumult and confusion they expected,

And all good discipline to be neglected.

But long under theeir fears they did not stay,

For at first charge the Persians ran away,

Which did such courage to the Grecians bring,

They all adored Cyrus for their King:

So had be been, and got the victory,

Had not his too much valour put him by.

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He with six hundred on a Squadron set,

Of thousands six wherein the King was yet,

And brought his souldiers on so gallantly,

They ready were to leave their King and fly;

Whom Cyrus spies cryes loud, I see the man,

And with a full carreer at him he ran:

And in his speed a dart him hit i’th’ eye,

Down Cyrus falls, end yields to destiny:

His Host in chase knows not of this disaster,

But treads down all, so to advance their master;

But when his head they spy upon a Lance,

Who knows the sudden change made by this chance

Senseless & mute they stand, yet breath out groans;

Nor Gorgons head like this transform’d to stones.

After this trance, revenge new Spirits blew,

And now more eagerly their Foes pursue;

And heaps on heaps such multitudes they laid,

Their Arms grew weary by their slaughters made.

The King unto a Country Village flyes,

And for a while unkningly there he lyes.

At last displays his Ensigne on a Hill,

Hoping by that to make the Greeks stand still;

But was deceiv’d to him they run amain,

The King upon the spur runs back again:

But they too faint still to pursue their game,

Being Victors oft now to their Camp they came.

nor lackt they any of their number small,

Nor wound receiv’d, but one among them all:

The King with his disperst, also incamp’d,

With Infamy upon each Forehead stamp’d.

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His hurri’d thoughts he after recollects,

Of this dayes Cowardize he fears th’ effects.

If Greeks in their own Country should declare,

What dastards in the Field the Persians are.

They in short time might place one in his Throne

And rob him both of Scepter and of Crown;

To hinder their return by craft or force

He judg’d his wisest and his safest Course.

The sends, that to his Tent, they streight address,

and there all wait, his mercy weaponless;

The Greeks with scorn reject his proud Commands

Asking no favour, where they fear’d no bands:

The troubled King his Herald sends again.

And sues for peace, that they his friends remain,

The smiling Greeks reply, they first must bait,

They were too hungry to Capitulate;

Theh King great store of allprovision sends,

And Courtesie to th’ utmost he pretends,

Such terrour on the Persians then did fall,

They quak’d to hear them to each other call.

The King perplext, there dares not let them stay

And fears as much, to let them march away,

But Kings ne’re want such as can servve their will,

Fit Instruments t’accomplish what is ill.

As Tyssaphernes knowing his masters mind,

Their chief Commanders feasts and yet more kind,

With all the Oaths and deepest Flattery,

Gets them to treat with him in privacy,

But violates his honour and his word,

And Villain like there puts them all to th’ Sword.

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The Greeks seeing their valiant Captains slain,

Chose Xenophon to lead them home again:

But Tissaphernes what he could devise,

Did stop the way in this their enterprize.

But when through difficulties all they brake,

The Country burnt, they no relief might take.

But on they march through hunger & through cold

O’re mountains, rocks and hills as lions bold,

Nor Rivers course, nor Persians force could stay,

But on to Trabesond they kept their way:

There was of Greeks setled a Colony,

Who after all receiv’d them joyfully.

Thus finishing their travail, danger, pain,

In peace they saw their native soyle again.

the Greeks now (as the Persian king suspects)

The Asiaticks cowardize detects,

The many victoryes themselves did gain,

The many thousand Persians they had slain,

And how their nation with facillity,

Might gain the universal Monarchy.

They then Dercilladus send with an host,

Who with the Spartans on the Asian coast,

Town after town with small resistance take,

Which rumour makes great Artaxerxes quake.

The Greeks by this success encourag’d so,

Their King Agesilans doth over goe,

By Tissaphernes is encountered,

Lieftenant to the King, but soon he fled.

Which overthrow incens’d the King so sore,

That Tissaphern must be Viceroy no more.

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Tythraustes then is placed in his stead,

Commission hath to take the others head:

Of that perjurious wretch this was the fate,

Whom the old Queen did bear a mortal hate.

Tythraustes trusts more to his wit then Arms,

And hopes by craft to quit his Masters harms;

He knows that many Towns in Greece envyes

The Spartan State, which now so fast did rise;

To them he thirty thousand Tallents sent

With suit, their Arms against their Foes be bent;

They to their discontent receiving hire,

With broyles and quarrels sets all Greece on fire:

Agesilaus is call’d home with speed,

To defend, more then offend, there was need,

Their winnings loapproximately two lettersflawed-reproduction and peace their glad to take

On such conditions as the King will make.

Dissention in Greece continued so long,

Till many a Captain fell both wise and strong

Whose courage nought but death could ever tame

’Mongst these Epimanondas wants no fame,

Who had (as noble Raleigh doth evince)

All the peculiar virtues of a Prince;

But let us leave these Greeks to discord bent,

And turn to Persia, as is pertinent.

The King from forreign parts now well at ease,

His home-bred troubles sought how to appease;

The two Queens by his means seem to abate,

Their former envy and invterate hate:

But the old Queen implacable in strife,

By pyson caus’d, the young one lose her life.

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The King higly inrag’d doth hereupon

From Court exile her unto Babilon:

But shortly calls her home, her counsells prize.

(A Lady very wiciked but yet wise)

Then in voluptuousness he leads his life,

And weds his daughter for a second wife.

But long in ease and pleasure did not lye,

His sons sore vext him by disloyalty.

Such as would know at large his warrs and reign,

What troubles in his house he did sustain,

His match incestuous curelties of th’ Queen,

His life may read in Plutarch to be seen.

Forty three years he rul’d, then turn’d to dust,

A King nor good, nor valiant, wise nor just.

Dorius Ochus.

Ochus a wicked and Rebellious son

Succeeds in th’ throne in his father being gone.

Two of his brothers in his Fatheres dayes

(To his great grief) most subtilly he slayes:

And being King commands those that remain,

Of brethren and of kindred to be slain.

Then raises forces, conquers Egypt land,

Which in rebellion sixty years did stand:

And in the twenty third of’s cruel raign

Was by his Eunuch the proud Bagoas slain.

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Arsames or Arses,

Arsames plac’d now in his fathers stead,

By him that late his father murthered.

Some write that Arsames was Ochus brother,

Inthron’d by Bagoas in the room of th’ other:

But why his brother ’fore his son succeeds

I can no reason give, ’cause none I read.

His brother, as tis said, long since was slain,

And scarce a Nephew left that now might reign:

What acts he did time hath not now left pen’d,

But most suppose in him did Cyrus end,

Whose race long time had worne the diadem,

But now’s divolved to another stem.

Three years he reign’d, then drank of’s fathers cup

By the same Eunuch who first set him up.

Darius Codomanus.

Darius by this Bagoas set in throne,

(Complotter with him in the murther done)

And was no sooner setled in his reign,

But Bagoas falls to’s practices agtain,

And the same sauce had served him no doubt,

But that his treason timely was found out.

And so this wertch (a punishment too small)

Lost but his life for horrid treasons all.

This Cordomanus now upon the stage

Was to his Predecessors Chamber page

Some write great Cyrus line was notone wordflawed-reproduction run.

But from some daughter this new king was sprung

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If so, or not, we cannot tell, but find

That several men will have their several mind;

Yet in such differences we may be bold,

With learned and judicious still to hold;

And this ’mongst all’s no Controverred thing,

That this Darius was last Persian King.

Whose Wars, and losses we may better tell,

In Alexander’s reign who did him quell,

How from the top of worlds felicity,

He fell to depth of greatest misery.

Whose honours, treasures, pleasures had short stay,

One deluge came and swept them all away

And in the sixth year of his hapless reign,

Of all did scarce his winding Sheet retain:

And last a sad Catastrophe to end,

Him to the grave did Traitor Bessus send.

The End of the Persian Monarchy.
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The Third Monarchy,
being the Grecian, beginning
under Alexander the Great in the
112. Olympiad.

Great Alexander was wise Philips son,

He to Amyntas, Kings of Macedon;

The cruel proud Olympias was his Mother,

She to Epirus warlike King was daughter.

This Prince (his father by Pausanias slain)

The twenty first of’s age began to reign.

Great were the Gifts of nature which he had,

His education much to those did adde:

By art and nature both he was made fit,

To ’complish that which long before was writ.

The very day of his Nativity

To ground was burnt Dianaes Temple high:

An Omen to their near approaching woe,

Whose glory to the earth this king did throw.

His rule to Greece he scorn’d should be confin’d,

The Universe scarce bound his proud vast mind.

This is the He-Goat which from Grecia came,

That ran in Choler on the Persian Ram,

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That brake his horns, that threw him on the ground

To save him from his might no man was found:

Philip on this great Conquest had an eye,

But death did terminate those thoughts so high.

The Greeks had chose him Captain General,

Which honour to his Son did now befall.

(For as Worlds Monarch now we speak not on,

But as the King of little Macedon)

Restless both day and night his heart then was,

His high resolves which way to bring to pass;

Yet for a while in Greece is forc’s to stay,

Which makes each moment seem more then a day.

Thebes and stiff Athens both ’gainst him rebel,

Their mutinies by valour doth he quell.

This done against both right and natures Laws,

His kinsment put to death, who gave no cause;

That no rebellion in in his absence be,

Nor making Title unto Sovereignty.

And all whom he suspects or fears will climbe,

Now taste of death least they deserv’d in time,

Nor wonder is t if he in blood begin,

For Cruelty was his parental sin,

Thus eased now of troubles and fears,

Next spring his course to Asia he steers,

Leaves Sage Antopas, at home to sway,

And through the Hellespont his Ships made way

Coming to Land, his dart on shore he throws,

Then with alacrity he after goes;

And with a bount’ous heart and courage brave.

His little wealth among his Souldiers gave.

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And being ask’d what for himself was left,

Reply’d enough, sith only hope he kept.

Thirty two thousand made up his Foot force,

To which were joyn’d five thousand goodly horse.

Then on he marcht, in’s way he view’d old Troy,

And on Achilles tomb with wondrous joy

He offer’d, and for good success did pray

To him, his Mothers Ancestors, (men say)

When news of Alexander came to Court,

To scorn at him Darius had good sport,

Sends him a frothy and contemptuous Letter,

Stiles him disloyal servant, and no better;

Reproves him for his proud audacity

To lift his hand ’gainst such a Monarchy.

Then t’s Lieftenant he in Asia sends,

That he be ta’ne alive, for he intends

To whip him well with rods, and so to bring

That boy so mallipert before th King.

Ah! fond vain man, whose pen ere while

In lower terms was taught a higher stile.

To River Granick Alexander hyes

Which in Phrygia near Propontike lyes

The Persians ready for encounter stand,

And strive to keep his men from off the land;

Those banks so steep the Greeks yet scramble up,

And heat the coward Persians from the top.

And twenty thousand of their lives bereave.

Who in their backs did all their wounds receive.

This victory did Alexander gain,

With loss of thirty four of his there slain;

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Then Sardis he, and Ephesus did gain,

Where stood of late, Diana’s wondrous Phane,

And by Parmenio (of renowned Fame,)

Militus and Pamphilia overcame.

Hallicarnassus and Pisidia

He for his Master takes with Lycia.

Next Alexander marcht towards the black Sea,

And easily takes old Gordium in hiw way;

Of Ass ear’d Midas, once the Regal Seat,

Whose touch turn’d all to gold, year even his meat

Where the Prophetick knot he cuts in twain,

Which who so doth, must Lord of all remain.

Now news of Memnon’s death (the Kings Viceroy)

To Alexanders heart’s no little joy,

For in that Peer more valour did abide,

Then in Darius multitudes beside:

In’s stead, was Arses plac’d, but durst not stay,

Yet set one in his room, and ran away;

His substitutes as fearfull as his master,

Runs after two and leaves all to Disaster.

Then Alexander all Cilicia takes,

No stroke for it he struck, their hearts so quakes.

To Greece he thirty thousand talents sends.

To raise more Force to further his intends:

Then o’re he goes Darius now to meet,

Who came with thousaand thou2sands at his feet.

Though some there be (perhaps) more likely write

He but four hundred thousand had to fight,

The rest Attendants, which made up on less,

Both Sexes there was almost numberless.

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For this wise King had brought to see the sport,

With him the greatest Ladyes of the Court,

His mother, his beauteous Queen and daughters,

It seems to see the Macedonian slaughters,

Its much beyond my time and little art,

To shew how great Darius plaid his part;

The splendor and the pomp he marched in,

For since the world was no such two lettersflawed-reproductiongeant seen.

Sure ’twwas a goodly sight there to behold,

The Persians clad in silk, and glistering gold,

The stately horses trapt, the lances gilt,

As if addrest now all to run a tilt.

The holy fire was borne before the host,

(For Sun and Fire the Persians worship most)

The Priests in their strange habit follow after,

An object, not so much of fear as laughter.

The King saaate in a chariot made of gold,

With crown and Robes most glorious to behold,

And o’re his head his golden Gods on high,

Support a party coloured Canopy.

A number of spare horses next were led,

Lest he should need them in his Chariots stead;

But hose that saw him in this state to lye,

Suppos’d he neither meant to fight or flye.

He fifteen hundred had like women drest;

For thus to fright the Greeks he judg’d was best.

Their golden ornaments how to set forth,

Would ask more time then was their bodies worth

Great Sysigambis she brought up the Reer,

Then such a world of waggons did appear,

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Like several houses moving upon wheels,

As if she’d drawn whole Souhan at her heels.

This brave Virago to the King was mother,

And as much good she did as any other.

Now lest this gold, and all this goodly stuff

Had not been spoyle an dbooty rich enough

A thousand mules and Camels ready wait

Loaden with gold, with jewels and with plate:

For sure Darius thought at the first sight

The Greeks would all adore, but none would fight

But when both Armies met, he might behold

That valour was more worth then pearls or gold,

And that his wealth serv’d but for baits to ’lure

To make his overthrow mroe fierce and sure.

The Greeks came on and with a gallant grace

Let fly their arrows in the Persians face.

The cowards feeling this sharp stinging charge

Most basely ran, and left their king at large:

Who from his golden coach is glad to ’light,

And cast away his crown for swifter flight:

OF late like some immoveable he lay,

Now finds both legs and horse to run away.

Two hundred thousand men that day were slain,

And forty thousand prisoners also tane

Besides the Queens and Ladies of the court,

If Curtius be true in his report.

The Regal Ornaments were lost, the treasure

Divided at the Macedonians pleasure;

Yet all this grief, this loss, this overthrow,

Was but beginning of his future woe.

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The royal Captives brought to Alexander

T’ward them demean’s himself like a Commander

For though their beauties were unparaled,

Conquer’d himself now he had conquered.

Preserv’d their honour, us’d them bounteously,

Commands no man should doe them injury:

And this to Alexander is more fame

Then that the Persian King he overcame.

Two hundred eighty Greeks he lost in fight,

By too much heat, not wounds (as authors write)

No sooner had this Victor won the field,

But all Phenicia to his pleasure yield,

Of which the Goverment he doth commit

Unto Parmenio of all most fit.

Darius now less lofty then before,

To Alexander writes he would restore

Those mournfull Ladies from Captivity,

For whom he offers him a ransome high:

But down his haughty stomach could not bring,

To give this Conqueror the Stile of King

This Letter Alexander doth disdain,

And in short terms sends this reply again,

A King he was, and that not only so,

But of Darius King, as he should know.

Next Alexander unto Tyre doth goe,

His valour an dhis victorryes they know:

To gain his love the Tyrians intend

Therefore a crown and great Provision send,

Their present he receives with thankfullness,

Desire to offer unto Hercules,

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Protector of their town, by whom defended,

And from whom he lineally descended.

But they accept not this in any wise,

Lest he intend more fraud then sacrifice,

Sent word that Hercules his temple stood

In the old town, (which then lay like a wood)

With this reply he was so deep engag’d,

And now as Babels King did once before

No leaveone wordflawed-reproduction till he made the sea firm shore,

But far less time and cost he did expend,

The former Ruines forwarded his end:

Moreover had a Navy at command,

The other by his men fetcht all by land.

In seven months time he took that wealthy town,

Whose glory now a second time’s brought down.

Two thousand by the sword then also di’d,

And thirteen thousand Gally slaves he made,

And thus the Tyrians for mistrust were paid.

The rule of this he to Philotus gave.

Who was the son of that Parmenio brave.

Cilicia to Socrates doth give,

For now’s the time Captains like Kings may live.

Zidon he on Ephestion bestowes,

(For that which freely comes, as freely goes)

He scorns to have one worse then had the other,

So gives his little Lordship to another.

Ephestion having chief command of th’ Floeet,

At Gaza now must Alexander meet.

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Darius finding troubles still increase,

By his Ambassadors now sues for peace,

And layes before great Alexanders eyes

The dangers difficultyes like to rise,

First at Euphrates what he’s like to ’bide,

And then at Tygris and Araxis side,

These he may scape, and if he so desire,

A league of friendship make firm and entire.

His eldest daughter he in mariage profers,

And a most princely dowry with her offers.

All those rich Kingdomes large that do abide

Betwixt the Hellespont and Halys side.

But he with scorn his courtesie rejects,

And the disstressed King no whit respects,

Tells him, these proffers great, in truth were none

For all he offers now was but his own.

But quoth Parmenio that brave Commander,

Was I as great, as is great Alexander,

Darius offers I would not reject,

But th’ kingdomes and the Lady soon accept.

To which proud Alexander made reply,

And so if I Parmenio was, would I.

He now to Gaza goes, and there doth meet,

His Favorite Ephestion with his Fleet,

Where valiant Betis stoutly keeps the town,

(A loyal Subject to Darius Crown)

For more repulse the Grecians here abide

Then in the Persian Monarchy beside;

And by these walls so many men were slain,

That Greece was forc’d to yield supply again.

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But yet this well defended Town was taken.

For ’twas decree’d, that Empire should be shaken;

Thus Betis ta’en had holes bor’d through his feet,

And by command was drawn through every street

To imitate Achilles in his shame,

Who did the like to Hector (of more fame)

What hasta thou lost thy magnimity,

Can Alexander deal thus cruelly?

Sith valour with Heroicks is renown’d

Though in an Enemy it should be found;

If of thy future fame thou hadst regard.

Why didst not heap up honours and reward?

From Gaza to Jerusalem he goes,

But in no hostile way, (as I suppose)

Him in his Priestly Robes high Jaddus meets,

Whom with great teverence Alexander greets;

The Priest shews him good Daniel’s Prophesy,

How he should overthrow this Monarchy,

By which he was so much encouraged,

No future dangers he did ever dread.

From thence to fruitful Egypt marcht with speed,

Where happily in’s wars he did succeed;

Too see how fast he gain’d was no small wonder,

For in few dayes he brought that Kingdome under.

Then to the Phane of Jupiter he went,

To be install’d a God, was his intent.

The Pagan Priest through hire, or else mistake,

The Son of Jupiter did streight him make:

He Diabolical must needs remain,

That his humanity will not retain.

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Thence back to Egypt goes, and in few dayes;

Fair Alexandria from the ground doth raise;

Then setling all things in less Asia,

In Syria, Egypt, and Phenicia,

Unto Euphrate marcht and overgoes,

For no man’s there his Army to oppose;

Had Betis now been there but with his band,

Great Alexander had been kept from Land.

But as the King, so is the multitude,

And now of valour both are destitute.

Yet he (poor prince) another Host doth muster,

Of Persians, Scythians, Indians in a cluster;

Men but in shape and name, of valour none

Most fit, to blunt the Swords of Macedon.

Tow hundred fifty thousand by account,

Of Horse and Foot his Army did amount;

For in his multitudes his trust still lay,

But on their fortitude he had small stay;

Yet had some hope that on the spacious plain,

His numbers might the victory obtain.

About this time Darius beautious Queen,

Who had sore travail and much sorrow seen,

Now bids the world adue, with pain being spent

Whose death her Lord full sadly did lament.

Great Alexander mourns as well as he,

The more because not set at liberty:

When this sad news, ( at first Darius hears,

Some injury was offered he fears:

but when inform’d how royally the King,

Had used her, and hers, in every thing,

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He prays the immortal Gods they would reward

Great Alexander for this good regard;

And if they down his Monarchy will throw,

Let them on this dignity bestow

And now for peace he sues as once before,

And offers all he did and Kingdomes more;

His eldest daughter for his princely bride,

(Nor was such match in all the world beside)

And all those Countryes which (betwixt) did lye

Phanisian Sea, and great Euphrates high:

With fertile Egypt and rich Syria,

And all those Kiungdoems in less Asia

With thirty thousand Talents to be paid,

For the Queen Mother, and the royal maid;

And till all this be well perform’d, and sure,

Ochus his Son for Hostage should endure.

To this stout Alexander gives no ear

No though Parmenio plead, yet will not hear;

Which had he done (perhaps) his fame he’d kept,

Nor Infamy had wak’d, when he had slept,

For his unlimited prosperity

Him boundless made in vice and Cruelty.

Thus to Darius he writes back again,

The Firmament, two Suns cannot contain.

Two Monarchyes on Earth cannot abide,

Nor yet two Monarchs in one world reside;

The afflicted King finding him set to jar,

Prepares against to morrow, for the war,

Parmenio, Alexander, wisht that night,

To soapproximately one wordflawed-reproduction Camp, so vanquish them by flight.

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For tumult in the night doth cause most dread,

And weakness of a Foe is covered,

But he disdain’d to steal a victory:

The Sun should witness of his valour be.

And careless in his bed, next morne he lyes,

By Captains twice is call’d before hee’l rise,

The Armyes joyn’d a while, the Persians fight,

And spilt the Greeks some bloud before their flight

But long they stood not e’re they’re forc’d to run,

So made an end, As soon as well begun.

Forty five thousand Alexander had

But is not known what slaughter here was made,

Some write th’ other had a million, some more,

But Quintus Curtius as before

At Arbela this victory was gain’d,

Together with the Town also obtain’d;

Darius stript of all, to Media came,

Accompan’ed with sorrow, fear and shame,

At Arbela left his Ornaments and Treasure,

Which Alexander deals as suits his pleasure.

This conqueror to Babylon then goes

Is entertain’d with joy and pompous showes.

With showrs of flours the streets along are strown,

And incense burnt the silver Altars on.

The glory of the Castle he admires,

The strong Foundation and the lofty Spires,

In this, a world of gold and Treasure lay,

Which in few hours was carried all away,

With greedy eyes he views this City round

Whose fame throughout the worddl was found

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And tp possess he counts no little bliss

The towres and bowres of proud Semiramis,

Though worne by time, and rac’d by foes full sore,

Yet aold foundations shew’d and somewhat more.

With all the pleasures that on earth are found,

This city did abundantly abound,

Where four and thirty dayes he now did stay,

And gave himself to banqueting and play:

He and his souldiers wax effeminate,

And former discipline begin to hate.

Whilst revelling at Babylon he lyes,

Antpater from Greece sends fresh supplyes.

He then to Shushan goes with his new bands,

But needs no force, tis rendred to his hands.

He likewise here a world of treasure found;

For ’twas the seat of Persian Kings renown’d.

Here stood the royal Houses of delight,

Where Kings have shown their glory wealth and
might

The sumptuous palace of Queen Esther here,

And of good Mordicai her kinsman dear,

Those purple hangins, mixt with green and white

Those beds of gold and couches of delight.

And furniture the richest in all lands,

Now fall into Macedonians hands.

From Shushan to Persipolis he goes,

Which news doth still augment Darius woes.

In his approach the governour sends word,

For his receipt with joy they all accord,

With open gates the wealthy town did stand,

And all in it was aat his high command.

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Of all the Cities that on earth was found,

None like to this in riches did abound:

though Babylon was rich and Shushan too

Yet to compare with this they mught not doe

Here lay the bulk of all those precious things

That did pertain unto the Persian Kings:

For when the souldiers rifled had their pleasure,

And taken money plate and golden treasure,

Statues some gold, and silver numberless,

Yet after all, as storyes do express

The share of Alexander did amount

To an hundred thousand talentys by account.

Here of his own he sets a Garison,

(AS first at Shushan and at Babylon)

On their old Governours titles he laid,

But on thier faithfulness he never sstaid,

Their place gave to his Captains (as was just)

For such revolters false, what King can trust?

The riches and the pleasures of his town

Now makes this King his virtues all to drown,

That wallowing in all licentiousness,

In pride and cruelty to high excess.

Being inflam’d with wine upon a season,

Filled with madness, and quite void of reason,

He at a bold proud strumpets leud desire,

Commands to set this goodly town on fire.

Parmenio wise intreats him to desist

And layes before his eyes if he persist

His fames dishonour, loss unto his state,

And just procuring of the Persians hate:

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But deaf to reason, bent to have his will,

Those stately streets with raging flame fill.

Then to Darius he directs his way,

Who was retir’d as far as Media,

And there with sorrows, fears & cares surrounded

Had now his army fourth and last compounded,

Which forty thousand made, but his intent

Was these in Bactria soon to augment:

But hearing Alexander was so near,

Thought now this once to try his fortunes here,

And rather chose an onourable death,

Then still with infamy to draw his breath:

But Bessus false, who was his chief Commander

Perswades him not to fight with Alexander.

With sage advice he sets before his eyes

The little hope of profit like to rise:

If when he’d multitudes the day he lost,

Then with so few, how likely to be crost.

This counsel fo rhis safety he pretended,

But to deliver him to’s foe intended.

Next day this treason to Darius known

Transported sore with grief and passion,

Grinding his teeth, and plucking off his hair,

Sate overwhelm’d with sorrow and dispair:

Then bids his servant Artabasus true,

Look to himself, and leave him to that crew,

Who was of hopes and comforts quite bereft,

And by his guard and Servitors all left.

Straight Bessus comes, & with his trait’rous hands

Layes hold on’s Lord, and binding him with bands

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Throws him into a Cart, covered with hides,

Who wanting means t’resist these wrongs abides,

Then draws the cart along with chains of gold,

In more dispight the thraled prince to hold,

And thus t’ward Alexander on he goes

Great recompence for this, he did propose:

But some detesting this his wicked fact

To Alexander flyes and tells this act,

Who doubling of his march, posts on amain,

Darius from that traitors hands to gain.

Bessus gets knowledg his disloyalty

Had Alexanders wrath incensed high,

Whose army now was almost within sight,

His hopes being dasht prepares himself for flight:

Unto Darius first he brings a horse,

And bids him save himself by speedy course:

The wofull King his courtesie refuses,

Whom thus the execrable wretch abuses,

By throwing darts gave him his mortal wound,

Then slew his Servants that were faithfull found,

Yea wounds the beasts that drew him unto death,

And leaves him thus to gasp out his last breath.

Bessus his parner in this tragedy,

Was the false Governour of Media.

This done, they with their host soon speed away,

To hide themselves remote in Bactria.

Darius bath’d in blood, sends out his groans,

Invokes the heav’ns and earth to hear his moans:

His lost felicity did grieve him sore,

But this unheard of treachery much more:

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But above all, that neither Ear nor Eye

Should hear nor see his dying misery;

As thus he lay, Polistrates a Greek,

Wearied with his long march, did water seek,

So chanc’d these bloudy Horses to espy,

Whose wounds had made their skins of purple dye

To them repairs then looking in the Cart,

Finds poor Darius pierced to the heart,

Who not a little chear’d to have some eye,

The witness of this horrid Tragedy;

Prays him to Alexander to commend

The just revenge of this his woful end:

And not to pardon such disloyalty,

Of Treason, Murther, and base Cruelty.

If not because Darius thus did pray,

Yet that succeeding Kings in safety may

Their lives enjoy, their Crowns and dignity,

And not by Traitors hands untimely dye.

He also sends his humble thankfulness,

For all the Kingly grace he did express;

To’s Mother, Children dear, and wife now gone.

Which made their long restraint seem to be none:

Praying the immortal Gods, that Sea and Land

Might be subjected to his royal hand,

And that his Rule as far extended be,

As men the rising setting Sun shall see,

This said, the Greek for water doth intreat,

To quench his thirst, and to allay his heat:

“Of all good things” quoth he ) “once in my power,

I’ve nothing left, at this my dying hour;

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Thy service and compassion to reward,

But Alexander will, for this regard.”

This said, his fainting breath did fleet away,

And though a Monarch late, now lyes like clay;

And thus must every Son of Adam lye,

Though Gods on Earth like Sons of men they dye.

Now to the East, great Alexander goes,

To see if any dare his might oppose,

For scarces the world or any bounds thereon,

Could bound his boundless fond Ambition;

Such as submits again he doth restore

Their riches, and their honours he makes more,

On Artabaces more then all bestow’d,

For his fidelity to’s Master show’d.

Thalestris Queen of th’ Amazons now brought

Her Train to Alexander, (as ’tis thought)

Though most of reading best and soundest mind,

Such Country there, nor yet such people find.

Then tell her errand, we had better spare

To th’ ignorant, her title will declare:

As Alexander om jos greatmess grows,

So dayly of his virtues doth he lose.

He baseness counts, his former Clemency,

And not beseeming such a dignity;

His past sobriety doth also hate,

As most incompatible to his State;

His temperance is but a sordid thing,

No wayes becoming such a mighty King,

His gretness now he takes to represent

His fancy’d Gods above the Firmament.

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And such as shew’d but reverence before,

Now are commanded strictly to adore;

with Persian Robes himself doth dignifie,

Charging the same on his nobility,

His manners habit, gestures, all did fashion

After that conquer’de and luxurious Nation.

His Captains that were virtuously inclin’d,

Griev’d at this change of manners and of mind

The ruder sort did openly deride,

His feigned Diety and foolish pride;

The certainty of both comes to his Ears,

But yet no notice takes of what he hears:

With those of worth he still desires esteem,

So heaps up gifts his credit to redeem

And for the rest new wars and travails finds,

That other matters might take up their minds,

And hearing Bessus, makes himself a King,

Intends that Traitor to his end to bring.

Now that his Host from luggage might be free,

And with his burthen no man burthened be,

Commands forthwith each man his fardle bring,

Into the market place before the King;

Which done sets fire upon those goodly spoyles,

The recompence of travails wars and toyles.

and thus unwisely in a mading fume,

The waelth of many Kingdomes did consume,

But marvell ’tis that without mutiny

The Souldiers should let pass this injury;

Nor won her less to Readers may it bring,

Here to observe the rrashness of the King.

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Now with his Army doth he post away

False Bessus to find out in Bactria:

But much distrest for water in their march,

The drought and heat their bodies fore did parch.

At lenfth they came to th’ river Oxus brink,

Where so immoderately these thirsty drink,

Which more mortality to them did bring,

Then all their warrs against the Persian King.

Here Alexander’s almost at a stand,

To pass the River to the other land.

For boats here’s none, nor near it any wood,

To make them Rafts to waft them o’re the flood:

But he that was resolved in his mind,

Would without means some transportation find.

Then from the Carriages the hides he takes,

And stuffing thme with straw, he bundles makes.

On these together ti’d, in six dayes space,

They all pass over to the other place.

Had Bessus had but valour to his will,

With little pain there might have kept them still.

But Coward durst not fight, nor could he fly,

Hated of all for’s former treachery,

Is by his own now bound in iron chains,

A Coller of the same, his neck contains.

And in this sort they rather drag then bring

This Malefactor vile before the King

Who to Darius brother gives the wretch,

With racks and tortures every limb to stretch,

Here was of Greeks a town in Bactria,

Whom Xerxes from their Country led away,

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These not a little joy’d this day to see,

Wherein their own had got the sov’raignty

And now reviv’d, with hopes held up their head

From bondage long to be Enfranchised.

But Alexander puts them to the sword

Without least cause from them in deed or word;

Nor Sex, nor age, nor one, nor other spar’d,

But in his cruelty alike they shar’d:

Nor reason could he give for this great wrong,

But that they had forgot their mother tongue.

While thus some time he spent in Bactria,

And in his camp strong and securely lay

Down from the mountains twenty thousand came

And there most fiercely set upon the same:

Repelling these, two marks of honour got

Imprinted in his leg, by arrows shot.

The Bactrians against him now rebel;

But he their stubborness in time doth quell.

From hence he to Jaxartus River goes

Where Scythians rude his army doth oppose,

And with their outcryes in an hideous sort

Beset his camp or military court,

Of darts and arrows, made so little spare,

They flew so thick they seem’d to dark the air:

But soon his souldiers forc’d them to a flight,

Their nakedness could not endure their might

Upon this rivers bank in seventeen dayes

A goodly City doth compleatly raise,

Which Alexandria he doth likewise name,

And sixty furlongs could but round the same.

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A third Supply Antipater now sent,

Which did his former forces much agument;

And being one hundred twenty thousand strong;

He enters then the Indian Kings among:

Those that submit he gives them rule again,

Such as do not both them and theirs are slain.

His warrs with sundry nations I’le omit,

And also of the Mallians what is writ.

His Fights, his dangers, and the hurts he had,

How to submit their necks at last they’re glad.

To Nisa goes by Bacchus built long since,

Whose feasts are celebrated by this prince;

Nor had that drunken god one who would take

His Liquors more devoutly for his sake.

When thus ten days his brain with wine he’d soakt.

And with delicious meats his palate choakt:

To th’ River Indus next his course he bends,

Boats to prepare Ephestion first he sends,

Who coming thither long before his Lord,

Had to his mind made all things to acfcord,

The vessels ready were at his command,

And Omphus King of that part of the land,

Through his perswasion Alexander meets,

And as his Sov’raign Lord him humbly greets

Fifty six Elephants he brings to’s hand,

And tenders him the strength of all his land;

Presents himself first with a golden crown,

Then eighty talents to his captains down:

But Alexander made him to behold

He glory sought, no silver nor no gold;

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His presents all with thanks he did restore,

And of his own a thousand talents more.

Thus all the Indian Kings to him submit,

But Porus stout, who will not yeild as yet:

To him doth Alexander thus declare,

His pleasure is that forthwith he repair

Unto his Kingdomes borders and as due,

His homage to himself as Soveraign doe:

But kingly Porus this brave answer sent,

That to attend him there was his intent,

And come as well provided as he could,

But for the rest, his sword advise him should.

Great Alexander vext at this reply,

Did more his valour then his crown envy,

Is now resolv’d to pass Hydaspes flood,

And there by force his soveraignty make good.

Stout Porus on the banks doth ready stand

To give him welcome when he comes to land.

A potent army with him like a King,

And ninety Elephants for warr did bring:

Had Alexander much resistance seen

On Tygrus side, here now he had not been.

Within this spacious River deep and wide

Did here and there Isles full of trees abide.

His army Alexander doth divide

With Ptolemy sends part to th’ other side.

Porus encounters them an dthinks all’s there,

When covertly the rest get o’re else where,

And whilst the first he valiantly assail’d,

The last set on his back, and so prevail’d.

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Yet work enough here Alexander found,

For to the last stout Porus kept his ground:

Nor was’t dishonour at the length to yield,

When Alexander strives to win the field.

The Kingly Captive ’fore the Victor’s brought,

In looks or gesture not abaased ought,

But him a Prince of an undaunted mind

Did Alexander by his answers find:

His fortitude and his royal foe commends,

Restores him and his bounds farther extends.

Now eastward Alexander would goe still,

But so to doe his souldiers had no will,

Long with e xcessive travails wearied,

Could by no means be farther drawn or led,

Yet that his fame might to posterity

Be had in everlasting memory

Doth for his Camp a greater circuit take,

And for his souldiers larger Cabbins make.

His mangers he erected up so high

As never horse his Provender could eye.

Huge bridles made, which here and there he left,

Which might be found, and for great wonders kept

Twelve altars then for monuments he rears,

Whereon his acts and travels long appears,

But doubting wearing time might these decay,

And so his memory would fade away,

He on the fair Hydaspes pleasant side,

Two Cities built, his name might there abide.

First Nicca, the next Bucephalon,

Where he entomb’d his stately Stalion.

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His fourth and last supply was hither sent,

Then down Hydaspes with his Fleet he went;

Some time he after spent upon that shore,

Whether Ambassadors, ninety or more.

Came with submission from the Indian Kings,

Bringing their presents rare and precious things,

These all he feasts in state on beds of goldd,

His Furniture most sumptuous to behold;

His meat & drink, attendants, every thing,

To th’utmost shew’d the glory of a King.

With rich rewards he sent them home again,

Then sailing South and coming to that shore,

Those obscure Nations yielded as before:

A City here he built call’d by his Name,

Which could not sound too oft with too much fame

Then sailing by the mouth of Indus floud,

His Gallyes stuck upon the flats and mud;

Which the stout Macedonians amazed sore,

Depriv’d at once the use of Sail and Oar:

Observing well the nature of the Tide,

In those their fears they did not long abide.

Passing fair Indus mouth his course he steer’d

To th’ coast which by Euphrates mouth appear’d,

Whose inlets near unto, he winter spent,

Unto his starved Souldiers small content,

By hunger and by cold so many slain,

That of them all the fourth did scarce remain.

Thus winter, Souldiers, and provisions spent,

From hence he then unto Gedrosia went.

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And thence he marcht into Carmania,

And so at lenfth drew near to Persia,

Now through these goodly Countryes as he past,

Much time in feasts and ryoting did waste;

Then visits Cyrus Sepulchre in’d way,

Who now obscure at two lettersflawed-reproductionssardus lay:

Upon his Monument his Robe he spread,

And set his Crown on his supposed head.

From hence to Babylon, some time there spent,

He at the last to royal Shushan went;

A wedding Feast to’s Nobles then he makes,

And Statyra, Darius daughter takes,

Her Sister gives to his Ephestian dear,

That by this match he might be yet more near;

He fourscore Persian Ladies also gave,

At this same time unto his Captains brave:

Six thousand guests unto this Feast invites.

Whose Sences all were glutted with delights.

It far exceeds my mean abilities

To shadow forth these short felicities,

Spectators here coudl scarce relate the story,

They were so rapt with this external glory:

If an Ideal Paradi2se a man would frame,

He might this Feast imagine by the same;

To every guess a cup of gold he sends,

So after many dayes the Banquet ends.

Now Alexanders conquests are done,

And his long Travails past and overgone;

His virtues dead, buried, and quite forgot,

But vice remains to his Eternal blot.

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’Mongst those that of his cruelty did tast,

Philotis was not least, nor yet the last,

Accus’d because he did not certifie

The King of treason and conspiracy:

Upon suspition being apprehended,

Nothing was prov’d wherein he had offended

But silence, which was of such consequence,

He was judg’d guilty of the same offence,

But for his fathers great deserts the King

His royal pardon gave for this foul thing.

Yet is Phylotas unto judgment brought,

Must suffer, not for what is prov’d, but thought.

His master is accuser, judge and King,

Who to the height doth aggravate each thing,

Inveighs against his father now absent,

And’s brethren who for him their lives had spent.

But Philotas his unpardonable crime,

No merit fcould obliterate, or time:

He did the Oracle of Jove deride,

By which his Majesty was diefi’d.

Philotas thus o’recharg’d with wrong and grief

Sunk in despair without hope of Relief,

Fain would have spoke and made his own defence,

The King would give no ear, but went from thence

To his malicious Foes delivers him,

To wreak their spight and hate on every limb.

Philotas after him sends out this cry,

O Alexander, thy free clemency

My foes exceeds in malice, and their hate

Thy kingly word can easily terminate.

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such torments great as wit could worst invent,

Or flesh and life could bear, till both were spent

Were now inflicted on Parmenio’s son

He might accuse himself, as they had done,

At last he did, so they were justifi’d,

And told the world that for his guilt he di’d.

But how these Captains should, or yet their master

Look on Parmenio, after this disaster

They knew not, wherefore best now to be done,

Was to dispatch the father as the son.

This sound advice at heart pleas’d Alexander,

Who was so much ingag’d to this Commander,

As he would ne’re confess, nor yet reward,

Nor could his Captains bear so great regard:

Wherefore at once, all these to satisfie,

It was decreed Parmenio should dye:

Polidamus, who seem’d Parmenio’s friend

To do this deed they into Media send:

He walking in his garden to and fro.

Fearing no harm, because he none did doe,

Most wickedly was slain without least crime,

(The most renowned captain of his time)

This is Parmenio who so much had done

For Philip dead and his surviving son,

Who from a petty King of Macedon

By him was set upon the Persian throne,

This that Parmenio who still overcame,

Yet gave his Master the immortal fame.

Who for his prudence, valour, care and trust

Had this reward, most cruel and unjust.

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The next, who in untimely death had part,

Was one of more esteem, but less desert;

Clitus blov’d next to Ephestian,

And in his cups his chief companion;

When both were drunk, Clitus was wont to jeer,

Alexander to rage, to kill and swear;

Nothing more pleasing to mad Clitus tongue,

Then’s Masters Godhead to defie and wrong;

Nothing toucht Alexander to the quick,

Like this against his Diety to kick:

Both at a Feast when they had tippled well.

Upon this dangerous Theam fond Clitus fell;

From jest to earnest, and at last so bold,

That of Parmenio’s death him plainly toldd.

Which Alexanders wrath incens’d so high,

Nought but his life for this could satisfie;

From one stood by he snatcht a partizan,

And in a rage him through the body ran.

Next day he tore his face fro what he’d done,

And would have slain himself for Clitus gone:

This pot Companion he did more bemoan,

Then all the wrongs to brave Parmenio done.

The next of worth that suffered after these,

Was learned, virtuous, wise Calistenes,

Who lov’d his Master more then did the rest,

As did appear, in flattering him theleast;

In his esteem a God he could not be,

Nor would adore him for a Diety:

For this alone and for no other cause,

Against his Soveraign, or against his Laws,

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He on the Rack his Limbs in pieces rent,

Thus was he tortnur’d till his life was spent.

Of this unkingly act doth Seneca

This censure pass, and not unwisely say,

Of Alexander this th eternal crime,

Which shall not be obliterate by time.

Which virtues fame can ne’re redeem by far,

Nor all felicity of his in war

When e’re ’tis said he thousand thousands slew,

Yea, and Calisthenes to death he drew.

The mighty Persian King he overcame,

Yea, and he kill’d Calistrhenes of fame.

All Countryes, Kingdomes, Provinces, he wan

From Hellispont, to th’ farthest Ocean.

All this he did, who knows’ not to be true?

But yet withal, Catisthenes he slew.

From Macedon, his Empire did extend

Unto the utmost bounds o’th’ orient:

All this he did, yea, and much more, ’tis true,

But yet withal, Catisthnes he slew.

Now Alexander goes to Media,

Finds there the want of wise Parmenio;

Here his chief favourite Ephestian dies,

He ccelebrates his mournful obsequies:

Hangs his Physitian, the Reason why

He suffered, his friend Ephestian dye.

This act (me-thinks) his Godhead should a shame,

To punish where himself deserved blame;

Or of necessity he must imply.

The other was the greatest Diety.

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The Mules and Horses are for sorrow shorne,

The battlements from off the walls are torne.

Of stately Ecbatane who now must shew,

A rueful face in this so general woe;

Twelve thousand Talents also did intend,

Upon a sumptuous monument to spend:

What e’re he did, or thought not so content,

His messenger to Jupiter he sent,

That by his leave his friend Ephestion,

Among the Demy Gods they might inthrone.

From Media to Babylon he went,

To meet him there t’ Antipater he’d sent,

That he might act also upon the Stage,

And in a Tragedy there end his age.

The Qyeen Olimpias bears him deadly hate,

Not suffering her to meddle with the State,

And by her Letters did her Son incite,

This great indignity he should requite;

His doing so, no whit displeasd the King,

Though to his Mother he disprov’d the thing.

But now Antipater had liv’d so long,

He might well dye though he had done no wrong,

His service great is suddenly forgot,

Or if remembered yet regarded not:

The King doth intimate ’twas his intetn,

His Honours and his riches to augment;

Of larger Provinces the rule to give,

And for his Counsel near the King to live.

So to be caught, Antipater’s too wise,

Parmenio’s death’s too fresh before his eyes;

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He was too subtil for his crafty foe.

Nor by his baits could be insnared so:

But his excuse with humble thanks he sends,

His Age and journy long he then pretends;

And pardon craves for his unwilling stay,

He shews his grief, he’s forc’d to disobey.

Before his Answer came to Babylon.

The thread of Alexanders life was spun;

Poyson had put an end to’s dayes (’twas thought)

By Philip and Cassander to him brought,

Sons to Antipater, and bearers of his Cup,

Lest of such like their Father chance to sup;

By others thought, and that more generally,

That through excessive drinking he did dye:

The thirty third of’s Age do all agree,

This Conquerour did yield to destiny.

When this sad news came to Darius Mother,

She laid it more to heart, then any other,

Nor meat, nor drink, nor comfort would she take,

But pin’d in grief till life did her forsake;

All friends she shuns, yea, banished the light.

Till death inwwrapt her in perpetual night.

This Monarchs fame must last whilst world doth
stand,

And Conquests be talkt of whilest there is land;

His Princely qualities had he retain’d,

Unparalled for ever had remain’d.

But with the world his virtues overcame,

And so with black beclouded, all his fame;

Wise Aristotle Tutor to his youth.

Had so instructed him in moral Truth,

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The principles of what he then had learn’d

Might to the last (when sober) be discern’d.

Learning and learned men he much regarded,

And curious Artist evermore rewarded,

The Illiads of Homer he still kept,

And under’s pillow laid them when he slept.

Achilles happiness he did envy,

’Cause Homer kept his acts to memory.

Profusely bountifull without desert,

For such as pleas’d him had both wealth and heart

Cruel by nature and by custome too,

As oft his acts throughtout his reign doth shew:

Ambitious so, that nought could satisfie,

Vain, thirsting after immortality,

Still fearing that his name might hap to dye,

And fame not last unot eternity.

This Conqueror did oft lament (tis said)

There were no more worlds to be conquered

This folly great Augustus did deride,

For had he had but wisdome to his pride,

He would have found enought there to be done,

To govern that he had already won.

His thoughts are perisht, he aspires no more

Nor can he kill or save as heretofore.

A God alive, him all must Idolize

Now like a mortal helpless man he lyes.

Of all those Kingdomes large which he had got,

To his Posterity remain’d no jot,

For by that hand which still revengeth bloud,

None of his kindred, nor his race long stood:

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But as he took delight much bloud to spill,

So the same cup to his, did others fill

Four of his Captains now do all divide,

As Daniel before had prophysi’d.

The Leopard down the four ings gan to rise,

The great horn broke, the less did tyranize.

What troubles and contentions did ensue

We may hereafter shew in season due.

Aridaus.

Great Alexander dead, his Armyes left,

Like to that Giant of his Eye bereft;

When of his monstrous bulk it was the guide,

His matchless force no creature could abide.

But by Ulisses having lost his sight,

All men began streight to contemn his might;

For aiming still amiss, his dreadful blows

Ddi harm himself, but never reacht his Foes.

Now Court and Camp all in confusion be,

A King they’l have, but who, none can agree;

Each Captain wisht this prize to bear away,

But none so hardy found as so durst say:

Great Alexander did leave Issue none,

Except by Artabasus daughter one

And Roxane fair whom late he married,

Was near her time to be delivered.

By natures right these had enought to claim,

But meaness of their mothers bar’d the same,

Alleg’d by those who by their subtile Plea

Had hope themselves to bear the Crown away.

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A Sister Alexander had, but she

Claim’d not, perhpas, her Sex might hindrance be.

After much tumult they at last proclaim’d

His base born brother Aridaus nam’d,

That so under his feeble wit and reign,

Their ends they might the better still attain.

This choice Perdiccas vehemently disclaim’d,

And Babe unborn of Roxane he proclaim’d;

Some wished him to take the style of King,

Because his Master gave to him his Ring,

And had to him still since Ephestion di’d

More then to th’ rest his favour testifi’d.

But he refus’d, with feigned modesty,

Hoping to be elect more generally.

He hold on this occasion should have laid,

For second offer there was never made.

’Mongst these contentions, tumults jealousies,

Seven dayes the corps of their great master lies

Untoucht, uncovered slighted and neglected,

So much these princes their own ends respected:

A Contemplation to astonish Kings,

That he who late possest all earthly thigns,

And yet not so content unless that he

Mikght be esteemed for a Diety;

Now lay a Spectacle to testifie

The wretchedness of mans mortality.

After some time, when stirs began to calm,

His body did the Egyptians embalme;

His countenance so lively did appear,

That for a while they durst not come so near:

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No sighn of poyson in his intrails found,

But all his bowels coloured, well and sound.

Perdiccas seeing Arideus must be King

Under his name began to rule each thing.

His chief Opponent who Control’d his sway,

Was Milager whom he would not take away,

And by a wile he got him in his power,

So took his life unworthily that hour.

Using the name and the command of th’ King

To authorize his acts in every thing.

The princes seeing Perdiccas power and pride,

For their security did now provide.

Antigonus for his share Asia takes,

And Ptolemy next sure of Egypt makes:

Seaucus afterward held Babylon,

Antipater had long rul’d Macedon.

These now to govern for the king pretends,

But nothing less each one himself intends.

Perdiccas took no provice like the rest,

But held command of th’ Army (which was best)

And had a higher project in his head,

His Masters sister secretly to wed:

So to the Lady, covertly he sent,

(That none might know, to furstrate his intent)

But Cleopatra this Suitor did deny,

For leonatus more lovely in her eye,

To whom she sent a message of her mind,

That if he came good welcome he should find.

In these tumultuous dayes the thralled Greeks.

Their Ancient Liberty afresh now seeks.

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And gladly would the yoke shake off, laid on

Sometimes by Philip and his conquering son.

The Athenians force Antipater to fly

To Lamia where he shut up doth lye.

To brave Crateus then he sends with speed

For succours to relieve him in his need.

The like of Leonatus he requires,

(Which at this time well suited his desires)

For to Antipater he now might goe,

His Lady take in th’ way, and no man know.

Antiphilus the Athenian General

With speed his Army doth togther call,

And Leonatus seeks to stop, that so

He joyne not with Antipater their foe.

The Athenian Army was the greater far,

(Which did his Match with Cleopatra mar)

For fighting still, while there did hope remain

The valiant Chief amidst his foes was slain.

’Mongst all the princes of great Alexander

For personage, none like to this Commander.

Now to Antipater Craterus goes,

Blockt up in Lamia still by his foes,

Long marches through Cilicia he makes,

And the remains of Leonatus takes:

With them and his he into Grecia went,

Antipater releas’d from prisonment:

After which time the Greeks did never more

Act any thing of worht, as heretofore:

But under servitude their necks remain’d,

Nor former liberty or glory gain’d.

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Now di’d about the end of th’ Lamian war

Demostenes, that sweet-tongue’d Orator,

Who fear’d Antipater would take his life

For animating the Athenian strife:

To end his dayes by poison rather chose

Then fall into the hands of mortal foes.

Craterus and Antipater now joyne,

In love and in affinity combine,

Craterus doth his daughter Phila wed

Their frinddship might the more be strengthened.

Whilst they in Macedon do thus agree,

In Asia they all asunder be.

Perdiccas griev’d to see the princes bold

So many Kingdomes in their power to hold,

Yet to regain them, how he did not know,

His souldiers ’gainst those captains would not goe

To suffer them go on as they begun,

Was to give way himself might be undone.

With Antipater to joyne he sometimes thought,

That by his help, the rest might low be brought,

But this again dislikes; he would remain,

If not in stile, in deed a soveraign;

(For all the princes of great Alexander

Acknowledged for Chief that old Commander)

Desires the King to goe to Macedon,

Which once was of his Ancestors the throne,

And by his presence there to nullifie

The acts of his Vice-Roy now grown so hhigh.

Antigonus of treason first attaints,

And summons him to answer his complaints.

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This he avoids, and ships himself and son,

goes to Antipater and tells whats done.

He and Craterus, both with him do joyne,

And ’gainst Perdiccas all their strength combine.

Brave Ptolemy, to make a fourth then sent

To save himself from danger imminent.

In midst of these garboyles with wondrous state

His masters Funeral doth celebrate:

In Alexandria his tomb he plac’d,

Which eating time hath scarcely yet defac’d.

Two years and mroe, since natures debt he paid,

And yet till now at quiet was not laid.

Great love did Ptolemy by this act gain,

And made the souldiers on his side remain.

Perdiccas hears his foes are all combind,

’Gainst which to goe, is not resolv’d in mind.

But first ’gainst Ptolemy he judg’d was best,

Neer’st nunto him, aund farthest from the rest,

Leaves Eumenes the Asian Coast to free

Frokm the invasions of the other three,

And with his army unto Egypt goes

Brave Ptolemy to th’ utmost to oppose.

Perdiccas surly cariage, and his pride

Did alinate the souldiers from his side.

But Ptolemy by affability

His sweet demeanour and his courtesie,

Did make his own, firm to his cause remain,

And from the other side did dayly gain.

Perdiccas in his pride did ill intreat

Python of haughty mind, and courage great.

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Who could not brook so great indignity,

But of his wrongs his friends doth certifie

The souldiers ’gainst Perdiccas they incense,

Who vow to make this captain recompence,

And in a rage they rush into his tent,

Knock out his brains: to Ptolemy then went

And offer him his honours, and his place,

With stile of the Protector him to grace.

Next day into the camp came Ptolemy,

And is receiv’d of all most joyfully.

Their proffers he refus’d with modesty,

Yields them to Python for his courtesie.

With what he held he was now more content,

Then by more trouble to grow eminent.

Now comes there news of a great victory

That Eumenes got of the other three.

Had it but in Perdiccas life ariv’d,

With greater joy it would have been receiv’d.

Thus Ptolemy rich Egypt did retain,

And Python turn’d to Asia again.

Whilst Perdiccas encamp’d in Affrica,

Antigonus did enter Asia,

And fain would Eumenes draw to their side,

But he alone most faithfull did abide:

The other all had Kingdomes in their eye,

But he was true to’s masters family,

Nor could Craterus, whome he much did love.

From his fidelity once make him move:

Two Battles fought and had of both the best,

And brave Craterus slew among the rest:

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For this sad strife he poures out his complaints,

And his beloved foe full sore laments.

I should but snip a story into bits

And his great Acts and glory much eclipse,

To shew the dangers Eumenes befel,

His stratagems wherein he did excel:

His Policies, how he did extricate

Himself from out of Lan’rinths intricate:

He that at large would satisfie his mind,

In Plutarchs Lives his history may find.

For all that should be said, let this suffice,

He was both valiant, faithfull, patient, wise.

Python now chose Protector of the state,

His rule Queen Euridice begins to hate,

Sees Arrideus must not King it long,

If once young Alexander grow more strong,

But that her husband serve for supplement,

To warm his seat, was never her intent.

She knew her birth right gave her Macedon,

Grand-child to him who once sat onn that throne

Who was Perdiccas, Philips eldest brother,

She daughter to hison, who had no other.

Pythons commands, as oft she countermands,

What he appoints, she purposely withstands.

He wearied out at last would needs be gone,

Resign’d his place, and so let all alone:

In’s room the souldiers chose Antipater,

Who vext the Queen more then the other far.

From Macedon to Asia he came,

That he might settle matters in the same.

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He plac’d, displac’d control’d rul’d as he list,

And this no man durst question or resist;

For all the nobles of King Alexander

Their bonnets vail’d to him as chief Commander.

When to his pleasure all things they had done,

The King and Queen he takes to Macedon,

Two sons of Alexander, and the rest,

All to be order’d there as he thought best.

The Army to Antigonus doth leave,

And Goverment of Asia to him gave.

And thus Antipaater the ground-work layes,

On which Antigonus his height doth raise,

Who in few years, the rest so overtops,

For universal Monarchy he hopes.

With Eumenes he diverse Battels fought,

And by his flights to circumvent him sought:

But vain it was to use his policy,

’Gainst him that all deciets coudl scan and try.

In this Epitome too long to tell

How finely Eumenes did here excell,

And by the self same Traps the other laid,

He to his cost was righteously repaid.

But while these Chieftains doe in Asia fight,

To Greece and Macedon lets turn our sight.

When great Antipater the world must leave,

His place to Polisperchon did bequeath,

Fearing his son Cassander was unstaid,

Too rash to bear that charge, if on him laid.

Antigonus hearing of his decease

On most part of Assyria doth seize.

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And Ptolemy next to incroach begins,

Ally Syria and Phenicia he wins,

The Polisperchon ’gins to act in’s place,

Recalls Olimpias the Court to grace.

Antipater had banish’d her from thence

Into Epire for her great turbulence;

This new Protector’s of another mind,

Thinks by her Majesty much help to find.

Cassander like his father could not see,

This Polisperchons great ability,

Slights his Command his actions he disclaims,

And to be chief himself now bends his aims;

Such as his Father had advanc’d to place,

Or by his favours any way had grac’d

Are now at the devotion of the Son,

Prest to accomplish what he would have done;

Besides he was the young Queens favorite,

On whom t’was thought) she set her chief delight:

Unto these helps at home he seeks out more,

Goes to Antigonus and doth implore,

By all the Bonds ’twixt him and’s Father past,

And for that great gift which he gave him last.

By these and all to grant him some supply,

To take down Polisperchon grown so high;

Fro this Antigonus did need no spurs,

Hoping to gain yet more by these new stirs,

Streight furnishd him with a sufficient aid,

And so he queick returns thus well appaid,

With Ships at Sea an Army for the Land,

His proud opponent hopes soon to withstand.

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But in his absence Polisperchon takes

Such friends away as for his Interest makes

By death by prison, or by banishment,

that no supply by these her might be lent,

Cassander with his Host to Grecia goes,

Whom Polisperchon labours to oppose;

But beaten was at Sea, and foil’d at Land,

Cassanders forces had the upper hand,

Athens with many Towns in Greece beside,

Firm (for his Fathers sake) to him abide.

Whil’st hot in wars these two in Greece remain,

Antigonus doth all in Asia gain;

Still labours Eumenes, would with him side,

But all in vaoin, he faithful did abide:

Nor Morhter could nor Sons of Alexander,

Put trust in any but in this Commander.

The great ones now began to shew their mind,

And act as opportunity they find.

Aridaus the scorn’d and simple King

More then he bidden was could act no thing.

Polisperchon for office hoping long,

Thinks to inthrone the Prince when riper grown;

Euridice this injury disdains,

And to Cassander of this wrong complains.

Hateful the two lettersflawed-reproduction me and house of Alexander,

Was to this proud and vindicaative Cassander;

He still kept lockt within his memory,

His Fathers danger with his Family

Nor thought he that indignity was small,

When Alexander knockt his head to th’ wall.

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These with his love unto the amorous Queen,

Did make him vow, her servant to be seen.

Olimpias, Ardiaus deadly hates,

As all her Husbands, Children by his mates,

She gave him poyson formerly (’tis thought)

Which damage both to mind and body brought;

She now with Polisperchon doth combine,

To make the King by force his Seat resigne:

And her young grand-child in his State inthrone,

That under him, she might rule all alone.

For aid she goes t’ Epire among her friends,

The better to accomplish these her ends;

Euridice hearing what she intends,

In haste unto her friend Cassander sends,

To leaave his siege at Tegea, and with speed,

To save the King and her in this their need:

Then by intreaties, promises and Coyne,

Some forces did procure with her to joyn.

Olimpias soon enters Macedon,

The Queen to meet her bhravely marches on,

But when her Souldiers saw their ancient Queen,

Calling to Mind what sometime she had been;

The wife and Mother of their famous Kings,

Nor darts, nor arrows, now none shoots or flings.

The King and Queen seeing their destiny,

To save their lives t’ Amphipolis do fly

But the old Queen pursues them with her hate,

And needs will have their lives as well as state:

the King by extream torments had his end,

And to the Queen these presents she did send;

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a Halter, cup of poyson, and a Sword,

Bids chuse her death, such kindness she’l afford.

The Queen with many a curse, and bitter check,

At lenfth yields to the Halter her fair neck,

Praying that fatal day might quickly haste,

On which Olimpias of the like might taste.

This done the cruel Queen rests not content,

’Gainst all that lov’d Cassander she was bent;

His Brethren, Kinsfolk and his chiefst friends,

That fell within her reach came to their ends:

Dig’d up his brother dead, ’gainst natures right,

And threw his bones about to shew her spight.

the Courtiers wondring at her furious mind,

Wisht in Epire she had been still confin’d.

In Peloponesus then Cassander lay,

Where hearing of this news he speeds away,

With rage, and with revenge he’s hurried on,

To find this cruel Queen in Macedon;

But being stopt, at streight Thermopoly,

Sea passage gets, and land in Thesaly:

His Army he divides, sends post away,

Polisperchon to hold a while in play;

And with the rest Olimpias pursues,

For all her cruelty, to give her dues.

She with the chief o’th’ Court to Pydna flyes,

Well fortifi’d (and on the Sea it lyes)

There by Cassander she’s blockt up so long,

Untill the Famine grows exceeding strong,

Her Couzen of Epire did what he might,

To raise the Siege, and put her Foes to flight.

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Cassander is resolved there to remain,

So succours and endeavours proves but vain;

Fain would this wretched Queen capitulate,

Her foe would give no Ear, (such is his hate)

The Souldiers pinched with this scarcity,

By stealth unto Cassander dayly fly;

Olimpias mans to hold out to the last,

Expecting nothing but of death to tast:

But his occasions calling him away,

Gives promise for her life, so wins the day.

No sooner had he got her in his hand,

But made in judgement her accusers stand;

And plea the blood of friends and kindreds spilt,

Desiring justice might be done for guilt;

And so was he acquitted of his word,

For justice sake she bing put to th’ Sword:

This was the end of this most cruel Queen

Whose fury scarcely parallel’d hath been.

The daughter sister, Mother, Wife to Kings,

But Royalty no good conditions brings;

to Husbands death (’tis thought)she gave consent,

The murtherer she did so much lament:

With Garlands crown’d his head, bemoan’d his
fates,

His Sword unto Apollo consecrates.

Her Outrages too tedious to relate,

How for no cause but her inveterate hate;

Her Husbands wives and Children after’s death,

Some slew, some fry’d, of others stopt the breath:

Now in her Age she’s forc’d to tast that Cup.

Which she had others often made to sip.

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Now many Towns in Macedon supprest,

And Pallas fain to yield among the rest,

The Funerals Cassander celebrates

Of Aisdæus and his queen with State:

Among their Ancestors by him they’re laid,

And shews of lamentation for them made.

Old Thebes he then rebuilt so much of fame,

And Cassandria raisd after his name.

But leave him building, others in their Urne,

Let’s for a while, now into Asia turn

True Eumenes endeavours by all Skill,

To keep Antigonus from Shushan still;

Having command o’th’ Treasure he can hire,

Such as no threats nor favour could acquire.

In divers Battles he had good success,

Antigonus came off still honourless;

When Victor oft he’d been, and so might still,

Peucestes did betray him by a wile.

T’ Antigonus, who took his Life unjust,

Because he never would forgoe his trust;

Thus lost he all for his fidelity,

Striving t’uphold his Masters Family.

But to a period as that did haste,

So Eumenes (the prop) of death must tast;

All Persia now Antigonus doth gain.

And Master of the Treasure sole remain:

Then with Seleucus streight at odds doth fall,

And he for aid to Ptolemy doth call,

The Princes all begin now to envy

Antigonus, his growing up so high,

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Fearing his force, and what might hap e’re long,

Enters into a Combination strong,

Seleucus, Ptolemy Cassander joynes,

Lysimachus to make a fourthy combines:

Antigonus desirous of the Greeks,

To make Cassander odious to them seeks,

Sends forth his declarations near and far,

And clears what cause he had to make this war,

Cassanders outrages at large doth tell,

Shews his ambitious practises as well.

The mother of their King to death he’d put,

His wife and son in prison close had shut:

And aiming now to make himself a king,

And that some title he might seem to bring,

Thessalonica he had newly wed,

Daughter to Philip their renowned head:

Had built and call’d a City by his name

Which none e’re did, but those of royal fame:

And in despight of their two famous Kings

Hatefull Olinthians to Greece rebrings.

Rebellious Thebes he had reedified,

Which their late King in dust had damnified,

Requires them therefore to take up their arms

And to requite thie traitor for these harms.

Then Ptolemy would gain the Greeks likewise,

And he declares the others injuryes:

First how he held the Empire in his hands,

Seleucus driven from Goverment and lands,

The valiant Eumenes unjustly slain,

And Lord of royal Shushan did remain,

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Therefore requests their help to take him down

Before he wear the universal Crown.

These princes at the sea soon had a fight,

Where great Antigonus was put to flight:

His son at Gaza likewise lost the field,

So Syria to Ptolemy did yield:

And Seleucus recovers Babylon,

Still gaining Countryes eastward he goes on.

Demetrius with Ptolemy did fight,

And coming unawares, put him to flight;

But bravely send the prisoners back again,

With all the spoyle and booty he had tane.

Courteous as noble Ptolemy, or more,

Who at Gaza did the like to him before.

Antigonus did much rejoyce, his son

With victory, his lost repute had won.

At last these princes tired out with warrs.

Sought for a peace, and laid aside their jarrs:

Teh terms of their agreement, thus express

That each should hold what now he did possess,

Till Alexander unto age was grown,

Who then should be enstalled in the throne.

This toucht Cassander fore for what he’d done,

Imprisoning bothe the mother and the son:

He sees the Greeks now favour their young Prince

Whom he in durance held, now and long since,

That in few years he must be forc’d or glad,

To render up such Kingdomes as he had;

Resolves to quit his fears by one deed done,

So puts to death the Mother and her Son.

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This Roxane for her beauty all commend,

But for one act she did, just was her end.

No sooner was great Alexander dead,

But she Darius daughters murthered.

Both thrown into a well to hider her blot,

Perdiccas was her Partner in this plot.

The heavens seem’d slow in payin gher the same;

But at the last the hand of vengeance came.

And for that double fact which she had done,

The life of her must goe, and of her son

Perdiccas had before for his amiss,

But by their hands who thought not once of this.

Cassanders deed the princes do detest,

But ’twas in shew; in heart it pleas’d them best.

That he is odious to the world, they’r glad:

And now they were free Lords of what they had.

When this foul tragdey ws past and done,

Polysperchon brings the other son

Call’d Hercules, and elder then his brother,

(But Olimpias would prefer the other)

The Greeks toucht with the murther done of late,

This Orphan prince ’gan to compassionate,

Begin to mutter much ’gainst proud Cas