THE FOVRTH BOOKE
An vnfinisht Booke.
1. To the Reader.
Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,
2. To the Reader.
To improue, to reproue, and to amend:
Some passe without this vse, 'cause they are witty;
And so doe many Sermons, more's the pitty.
Of my small course, poore wares I cannot boast:
3. Redargution or payd with his owne money.
Owen and others haue the choyce ingrost:
And if that I on trust haue ta'ne vp any;
Owen hath done so too, and so haue many.
When Pontius call'd his neighbour, Cuckold Asse,
4. Catholique, Apostolique Roman faith. To Papists.
Being mad to see him blinded, as he was,
His Wife him standing by, repli'd anon:
Fie, Husband, fie, y'are such another man.
Nay, I doe know (quoth Pontius) that there be
Nine more in Towne, in as bad case as he.
Then you know ten, if you (quoth she) say true.
Fye, Husband, fie, what an odde man are you?
If the word Catholique yea truly straine,
5. To elder Pelagians, more fine later Papists and
our refined Arminians.
To neither of vs doth it appertaine.
Apostolique we dare our selues afford,
And proue it by their practice, and their word.
The now new Roman Faith yee stifly hold,
And brag of it, as if it were the old.
Though seu'rall wayes you one opinion twine,
6. A Chronagram of the yeere wherein Queene
Elizabeth dyed, and King Iames came to the
Crowne of England: both of blessed memory.
Wee MaDe a HappIe Change thIs Yeere.
'Twixt your conceipts there's but a little line:
For all of you with free-grace are too bold,
With good workes laying on presumptuous hold.
/57/ With your weake works, binding your boundlesse Maker,
Without whome, none can be an vndertaker.
Whilst God tyes vs by Faith to doe good deeds,
You will tye God to you by your fond Creeds.
Satan, that lowres at faithfull, fearefull workes,
Likes your good deed, because he knowes your querks.
At weake, faith-propt, due works Satan doth grieue:
At tip-toe good works, he laughs in his sleeue.
It's God that giues vs grace, and makes vs able,
Hauing all done, we are vnprofitable.
Worke, and worke on with fond credulity,
Mercy with faith is our security.
This yeere of Grace, by Gods especiall grace,
7. Of the Great and Famous, euer to bee honoured Knight,
Sir Francis Drake, and of my little-little
When all our foes expected our disgrace,
God crusht their malice, and allai'd our feare:
We made a happy Change this Present yeere:
A Change we made, but yet no Alteration;
Of former happines a transmigration:
Two froward Sisters long at enmity,
Became the birth-twinnes of Virginity,
From a chaste, vertuous, blessed barren wombe,
From the ill-boding North, our Spring did come;
Whilst many wise foreseeing men did feare,
Who should with quietnes be the next Heire,
Our feares, so sodainly to ioyes did passe,
We cannot well tell in what yeere it was.
This yeere our iust victorious Warre did cease,
And we enjoy'd a fought-for proff'red Peace.
As soone as our wise Debora was gont,
God sent this Land a Peacefull Salomon.
Our warlike Pallas hauing rul'd her dayes,
Apollo came, adorn'd with learned Bayes.
Lastly herein our Chronogram doth hold,
This yeere we chang'd our Siluer into Gold.
/58/ Siluer a female is, Gold masculine:
Good God lengthen, strengthen this golden Lyne.
If any wise man iudge it otherwise,
I may well iudge that Wiseman ouerwise.
The Dragon, that our Seas did raise his Crest,
8. To the right Reuerend Father in God, Ioseph Hall,
by Gods especiall prouidence, Lord Bishop of
And brought back heapes of gold vnto his nest,
Vnto his Foes more terrible then Thunder,
Glory of his age, After-ages wonder,
Excelling all those that excell'd before;
It's fear'd we shall haue none such any more;
Effecting all, he sole did vndertake,
Valiant, iust, wise, milde, honest, godly Drake.
This man when I was little, I did meete,
As he was walking vp Tetnes long Street,
He ask'd me whose I was? I answer'd him.
He ask'd me if his good friend were within?
A faire red Orange in his hand he had,
He gaue it me, whereof I was right glad,
Takes and kist me, and prayes, God blesse my boy:
Which I record with comfort to this day.
Could he on me haue breathed with his breath,
His gifts Elias-like, after his death,
Then had I beene enabled for to doe
Many braue things I haue a heart vnto.
I haue as great desire, as e're had hee
To iou; annoy; friends; foes; but 'twill not be.
Borne in a Christian new Plantation,
9. To the Reuerend and diuinely witty, Iohn Dun,
Doctor in Diuinity, Deane of Saint Pauls, London.
These kneele to you for Confirmation;
To you they come, that you might them adorne:
Their Father in your Diocesse was borne.
As my Iohn Owen (32) Seneca did praise,
10. Aristotles ten Predicaments, to be reduced into
questions, is an excellent rule for examining any
busines for matter of iustice.
To the hopefull and right worthy young Gentleman,
Thomas Smith of Long-Ashton in the County
of Sommerset, Esq.
So might I for you a like piller raise,
/59/ His Epigrams did nothing want but verse;
You can yours (if you list) that way rehearse:
His were neat, fine, diuine morality;
But yours, pure, faithfull, true Diuinity.
1 2 3
11. Their vse.
The thing, how much, conditions of the men,
4 5 6
For what cause, what was done, who suffer'd then,
7 8 9 10
Where, when; their postures, how clad, foule, or cleane.
Who hath power of examinations,
12. The cause of Dedication.
If he desire to finde out guilty ones,
Let him reduce these into questions.
So if to finde out truth, be his intent,
Before that all these questions be spent,
The guilty's brought in a Predicament.
Strange not, that I these Lines to you haue sent;
13. To the Reuerend, Learned, and Iudicious, Thomas
Worall, Doctor in Diuinity, and Chapalme to the
right Reue. Father in God, George, L. Bishop
Of my reprehending Epigrams.
I know, your worth will make you eminent.
Grace, Wisedome, Learning, Vertue, you haue store;
Were you not modest, I could say much more.
It is for one of your gifts, and your place,
/60/ 14. To the Reuerend, my worthy ingenious friend,
Mr. Abel Louering, one of the Preachers
of the Word of God at Bristoll. Of my
To looke bold-staring-black-sinne in the face,
To wound, and launce with the two-edged blade,
To clense, and heale those wounds that you haue
Yet suffer me, with my sharp-merry pinne,
To prick the blisters of some itching sinne.
And though Diuines, iustly loose Rymes condemne,
My tart, smart, chiding Lines doe not contemne.
Those I commend, you would commend them too,
15. To a Reuerend and witty friend.
If you did know them truely, as I doe.
Preachers like you, may praise men at their ends,
Laymen like me, may praise wise-liuing friends.
Since few yeeres studying hath improu'd your wit,
16. Of Epigrams.
That for the place you hold, you are held fit,
When you preach, you preach sweetly and compleat,
And other things you doe, smooth, witty, neate.
What place in Church would you not fitly hallow;
If you your study soberly would follow?
Short Epigrams rellish both sweet and sowre,
17. To the wise and Learned Sir Iohn Stradling,
Knight Baronet, the Author of diuers Diuine
Heroicall printed Poems.
Like Fritters of sowre Apples, and sweet flowre.
Robert Fitz-Heman drew your Ancestor
18. To Master Beniamin Iohnson, Witty Epigramma-
tist, and most excellent Poet.
To Wales, to be his fellow Conqueror.
And Robert Hayman would draw all your worth,
If he true knowledge had, to lymme it forth.
Wise Sir, I know you not, but by relation,
Sauing in this, which spreads your reputation:
Your high diuine sweet straines Poeticall.
Which crownes, adornes your noble vertues all.
Therein to dight a full Feast, you are able,
Whilst I fit Fritters for Apollo's Table.
My Epigrams come after yours in time;
/61/ 19. To one of my neate Readers.
So doe they in conceipt, in forme, in Ryme;
My wit's in fault, the fault is none of mine:
For if my will could haue inspir'd my wit,
There neuer had beene better Verses writ,
As good as yours, could I haue ruled it.
Thou say'st, my are Verses rude, ragged, rough,
20. To the acute Satyrist, Master George Wither.
Not like some others Rymes, smooth, dainty stuffe.
Epigrams are like Satyres, rough without,
Like Chessnuts, sweet, take thou the kernall out.
The efficient cause of Satyres, are things bad,
21. To the same Mr. George Wither, of his owne
Their matter, sharpe reproofes, instructions sad,
Their forme sowre, short, seuere, sharp, roughly clad:
Their end is that amendment may be had.
What cause you had, this veine too high to straine,
22. To my right worthy friend, Mr. Michael Drayton,
whose vnwearied old Muse still produceth
I know not, but I know, it caus'd your paine;
Which causeth others wisely to refraine:
Yet let some good cause draw you on againe.
You strip and whip th'ill manners of the times
So hansomely, that all delight your Rymes.
When I was young, I did delight your lines,
23. To my worthy and learned good friend, Mr. Iohn
Vicars, who hath translated part of Mr. Owens
I haue admyr'd them since my iudging times:
Your younger muse plai'd many a dainty fit,
And your old muse doth hold out stoutly yet.
Though my old muse durst passe through frost and snow,
In warres your (33) old muse dares her Colours shew.
Who hath good words, and a warme brooding pate,
24. To my good friend, Mr. T.B. Vintner, at the
signe of the Sunne in Milke-street.
Shall easier hatch neate new things, then translate:
He that translates, must walke as others please:
Writing our owne, we wander may at ease.
Bacchus desiring an auspicious signe,
27. To a Friend, who asked me why I doe not compose some
particular Epigrams to our most gracious King, as my
Friend Iohn Owen did to his famous Father,
King IAMES of blessed memorie.
Vnder which he might sell his choysest wine,
Desiring much to choose one of the seuen
Celestiall Planets, reel'd one night to heauen,
/62/ He found old Bent-brow'd Saturne melancholly,
Ioue stern, Mars stout, Uenus repleat with
Sly Mercury full of Loquacity,
And Luna troubled with vnconstancy:
Disliking these, he middle Sol espy'd,
Who vnto sober drinkers is a guide:
He liking this, in (34) uia Lactea plaste it,
And with his best wines, he hath e're since graste it,
And finding you no Brewer, as your due,
He doth commit the charge thereof to You.
Thou ask'st, Why I doe not spinne out my wit,
28. Sinnes short Grammar.
In silken threds, and fine, smooth, neat lines fit,
In speciall Epigrams to our wise King?
All these my selfe I dedicate to him.
Its all too coorse, what my wit can weaue forth,
To wrap the little finger of his worth.
To my louing Cousin Master Iohn Gunning the
younger, of Bristoll Merchant.
Sinnes easie Grammar, our Grandmother Eue
In Speach are eight parts, in sinne there are seuen,
To her sinfull posteritie did leaue.
We may put Satan in, to make them euen.
Satan, Sins grandfather, stands as a Noune,
To all ill things giuing an ill renowne,
Inticing mildly; Roaring if withstood.
Being thereby felt, heard, and vnderstood.
Sloth is a Pronoune: Idle men in name
Are men, but otherwise a sencelesse shame.
Sloth is the Deuils best sonne Primitiue,
/63/ And from him most sinnes doe themselues deriue.
Anger a Verbe is, for at euery word,
His Actiue and his Passiue spleen is stir'd,
In Mood and Tense declined is this sinne,
Moody it is, at all times full of spleene.
Couetousnesse, a Participle.
Couetousnes may be sinnes participle,
To helpe himselfe, from each one takes a little,
With euery Sinne he will Participate,
So he thereby may better his estate.
Pride is an Aduerbe, if you'll take his word,
Nor Heauen, nor Earth the like thing doth afford.
In his conceit he is the thing alone,
He holds himselfe beyond Comparison.
Lust is a lawlesse, lewde Coniunction,
For Lust desires not to act sinne alone:
So ioyning sinnes his sinfull dayes dost waste,
Vntill they joyne him with the Deuill at last.
Enuie may be Sinnes Preposition,
'Gainst things well compos'd shewing opposition.
Ablatiues, and Accusatiues hee'll chuse
For he loues to Detract, and to Accuse.
Gluttony, an Interiection.
Gluttony is an Interiection,
Into his paunch all his delights are throwne.
As nothing but good bits, can make him glad,
So only want of them, can make him sad.
O God! in what bad Case are we declin'd?
Since thou in euery Case our sinnes maist find,
In Nominatiue, by furious Appellations,
Singular sinnes, and Plurall we commit,
In Genitiue, by spurious generations.
In Datiue, by corrupting briberie.
In the Accusatiue, by calumnie.
In Vocatiue, by grudging, and exclayming.
In Ablatiue, by cooz'ning, rape, and stealing.
And we in euery Gender varie it.
Our Single sinnes are wicked cogitations,
Our Plurall, Ryots, Combinations
Against thee, Lord, and thy Anointed ones.
Out Masculine, first sin's vxoriousnes,
Our Feminine, to sin's sleights yeeldingnes,
Our Neuter sinne, is cold neutralitie,
Common of two, too common Venerie.
Thrice Common we commit sinnes against Three;
Against our selues, our Neighbours, against Thee.
Doubtfull is our Dissimulation.
In all sinnes, Hees and Shees take delectation.
Thus we in Sinne vse regularilitie,
Whil'st Wee with Grace haue no Congruitie.
29. To lashing, fault-finding Zoilus.
I know, thou wilt end, as thou hast begunne:
30. To the ineffable, indiuiduall, euer blessed
Trinity in Vnity.
Put vp thy Rod (great whipper) I haue done.
To one in three, three in one be all praise,
For planting in me, this small bud of Bayes.
The end of the Authors Quodlibets.
At this time.
To the Reader, instead of an Epistle.
If these faile in worth, blame me, but consider from
whence they came; from a place of no helps. If in Printing, blame
the Printer, and mend it. I haue omitted many of mine owne and
of the Translatios. As thou likest these, thou maist haue the
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