The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T.

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The Belides or Eulogie and elegie, of that truly honourable John Lord Harrington Baron of Exton, who was elevated hence the 27th of Febr. 1613. vvanting then tvvo moneths of 22. yeares old. By G.T.
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G. T. (George Tooke), 1595-1675.
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Harington of Exton, John Harington, -- Baron, d. 1613 -- Early works to 1800.
Fairfax, William, d. 1621 -- Early works to 1800.
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THE BELIDES, OR EVLOGIE OF MAIOR WILLIAM FAIREFAX, Slaine in the Renish Palatinate, at Frankenthall, when it was be∣sieged by Gonsales de Cordova. ANNO 1621.

THou that ignobly doest the muse depaint, At livery keeping her; for every Saint Thou hast a candle; every swad how vile, A flattering couplet; moulting verse the while As Geesse doe quils, upon each sordid plash Where thou may'st wallow; for unrighteous cash▪ That canst (I say) relate each hungry erust By spreading Oakes, and Cedars; when untruss'd▪

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Who basely groveling lyes, and bramble-like Grows at both ends; that doest with myrrh & spike, Dresse every funerall pot; I charge thee flye To such, whom blinds, false windows, and the by, Can only set off; Fairefax disallow'd These illegitim Arts, nor shall he shrowd Himselfe among their smoak.—
And now draw neer, With an impassionate arrected eare, All you (if any such there be) who take No truce with Souldiers; you that can embrake Their value so, twitting with personall crimes The generall calling; tell me, though sometimes A Statist have his substituted gin, Which like a Nunnery-turning-box, winds in The gifts that come, himselfe the while unseen; Must all the Classis therefore be with spleen Prejudicated? since Divines (that be The Church Snuffers) should be a gold, and free From any base allay; yet when we heare, Of some againe so leaden, that they feare To meddle with the flame, permitting it Vnsnuff'd to languish; shall we therefore twit, The generall Tribe of Levi? Madly barke At cleare and happy stars, because some darke, And inauspicious are? To come to those That must be pay'd in kind, let me disclose My dearest Fairefax; who though set so soon, That both his mid-day, and his after-noon, With their expected influence were bereft us; Has yet a blessed testimony left us, Of martiall goodnesse. As a streame descending From his faire heads to sea, becomes in trending

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More puissant, and fed by many a rill, By many a pretious brook, so widens still His Channell, that at length it even surroun's Whole Islands, drives the trade of populous towns, Such was his progresse here; and though the blood Of many an Ancestor both great, and good, Ran high within his veines; yet thirsting more Then a reflected value, or to shore Himselfe with borrow'd crutches up; proceeding A further course, of observation, reading, And souldiership; he mounted the degree Of reall honours. And where some there be Who lozange-wise, are but of bulk and might At middle-race; that having all their light, From sulphurous matches had, stink out at length, And die like candle-snuffs; from strength to strength, Our Fairefax dayly grew up, till he crown'd His actions with his exit. To propound Him yet more Graphickly, the Cynick bold, That with his tacite embleme, so contrould Irregular Athens. meeting such a wight, Had toyle and Taper sav'd; his ayme was right, And honest courses; nor by wearing broad And manifold phylacters, to defraud Againe with carnall ends; but thus addicted, He stood in nature: and for these afflicted, Was resolute and bold, as Rome could vaunt Fabricius under Pyrrhus Elephant.
'Tis true, that some can polish off their ill, And vicious ware; nay, I have known such skill In shadows, that a picture while pretending, Some Temple faire, with Isles couvexly bending

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And running inward, windowes jutting out, Has still in Plano been: But Fairefax fought A nobler fight, could not be thus accus'd Of broken pits, nor other doubling us'd, Than that of Ranks and Files. Now are we come To his peculiar channell, and at home Dimensions best are taken; Reader here Double thy guards, I doe, arrect thine eare Yet straighter up; and know though I must yeeld A spade a spade, nor can Bellona shield From her debauches; yet our Armies ring Of some such daring zelots, as out-wing Those of old Rome. When Bulleine erst led on His valorous Croysade, as the souldiers shone With holy fire, each practising to quit Himselfe, like an abstemious a Nazarite; So have we those, the shield of faith preferring To that of Ajax; double souldiers, serring The spirituall to the temporall corslet; these, These are the gems of Crowns; the wondrous seas, Imbroyling though with storms of blood, and fire, Where Halcions sing; these are the souldiers, higher Than Death or Hell, men dwelling in the Tents Of holy Shem; with these the Regiments Immortall, and the b thundring bands are fill'd; These are the Souldiers that are Saints, and skill'd Indifferently to go to heaven a-bed, Or in a whirle-wind as Elijah did; And one of these was Fairefax.
Not to proule For which at forraine hands, ô say my soule, With what propension hast thou known him pay

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The first-fruits, primer-seisin of each day And night to heaven? how damask his up-rise, And then his set againe with sacrifice, With holy retributes? and thus apply'd In chiefe to Mary, giving thus the Bride Her due praecedence; afterward contest The a Paranymph, seek Martha; live in quest Of Arms and Arts. A practise judging those That ayme but meat, and raiment; but disclose Their age alone by Gowts, or want of haire; Or as the light melodious Grashopper, (So like an Ahimaaz, though she bring Conspicuous tidings, cheerly dance and sing The joy of Harvest in;) does yet become To their year-strucken bodyes, burthensome. Those also judging as impertinent, That in b Micrologies (forsooth) will slent, And trifle time away; the webs they spin, Are only Spider-like, and farre too thin For either sheet, or garment; nay we flush, That violate whole ages hence, and rush As fiercely to their wicked wayes, as horse To battell do; stigmatickly the course Of time defacing, and his after-head With often whips and wheeles. Embellished When oppositely, Fairefax wisely knew To husband him, to make him moult and mew, His noblest feathers; 'tis no garish, broad, No rich materiall plume, but these that boad Triumphs and Crowns; and reading, observation, (As with a joynt harmonious indagation Assisting grace,) are those catholicons.

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That purge our Adam; such Icarean pens, As consequently poynt it to the spheare Of endlesse glory, which our souldier here Could witness well; whom that I more a unfurle, And since we use to set off chains of Pearle, And b Cylinders, by Negroes eares and necks; So likewise with befitting foyles to mix The prosecution; this was he, beyond Exterior Aequipage, who wisely don'd Pauls c Panoplia; wore his sword, his shield, Helme, breast, and d Supiters; even he that held The sins at distance, modernly which raigne Among our Martialists; and neither gaine, e Bromius, or Venus; nor the rambling heard Of all their sinfull Sectaries, debar'd His hope of happynesse.—
To narrow these, Nay hit the mark; he strove not troubled seas As some Knights Arrant, who still in the fire Must Salamanders live; and serve for hire, Or Bell, or even the Dragon; hunting men Like Nimrods, and of heart far harder then The nether Mill-stone is; well Marius, well, On on, proceed, do, draw thy sword and fell The f Gisors blessed Elme; with g morning-stars, Impetuous canonads, and fierce Petars, Keep Janus Temple open; issuing thence Out-ragious murther, allow pestilence, Cleannesse of teeth; and others: yet ere long, Astonishment and trembling, shall be wrung Out likewise, as the portion of thy cup: Nay thou shalt rankly quaffe confusion up,

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Even Dregs and all.— Still that our Boute-feus Dissected further be, for borrowed shewes Of edge and valour, he consulted not Intoxicating Bacchus, waters hot, Or rotten Reliques; and the Magick a shirt, b Inchanted Coller, c foe-defeating worte Acheminis, and other such; with zeale Abominate he could, as but a deale Of spirituall Paliardise; and who colleagues Him with such trumperies will gather Figs Where only barren Thistles grow, and Grapes Where Thornes alone, and Briars; 'tis to lapse From the great God of Israel, and enquire At Baal of Ekron; with diviner fire Our Fairefax nobly was enrag'd, disdaining These wicked arts, as while the right maintaining, Enfeebling it; as only arming but Ichneumon-like with dirt, that fences not The fate of war: Nay he could challenge base d Antaus and his earthen ware, the race Soon broke to shreads; and oft without a fit Peece left, to fetch or water from the pit, Or fire from the hearth.—
Next after these That I may throughly seare, and cauterize, The moderne pride, like adle wheaten eares, And starving Hysop of the wall, that bears The head so perk, so lofty; his milice How mettl'd, yet was such a modest peece, As woorded not it selfe upon the last When loe that empty thundring-tub, the brac'd

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Sir a Pavolant, himselfe dilates, and tells, And faces off, in swelling Ses'pedells; Speakes only Buffe and Cannon; is so fill'd With Easterne empty wind, that he can build What ayrie Castles might if joyn'd in one, Make a new b Theb's. Alas how have I known Him march as like the compasse on a Map, He lightly swallow Kingdomes could, and step O're Cittadels, and Cities; and in war As if (forsooth) at every pace, a star Must be stroke out; How have I known the blade hat never lodg'd sub c dio, never made His bed at Charlses waine, nor knowes to fare d Lapsana-like; and yet this Morion'd Hare Talkes like a Talbot. Thus, Saint e Severin The titler swells, till running from within A threatned Alexandria; when imploy'd Saint f Severin the souldier, does or bide Victorious on the spot, or else if hope Perhaps turne Hagard, nobly furling up Himselfe within his Ensigne, so derive A glorious winding-sheet. And though we strive, With rigid industry, loe g Proculus No h Jaquemard, no supercilious i Schiamachia, but the reall fact Can ripen speculation, can in tract Of time politely quadrate; yet to Gath, To k Phlgra, to the sons of l Haraphath; To the Kings enemies befall, that here

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They quit their inland discipltne; and beare Thou witnesse London, how it magnifies Thy bars, thy bolts, thy buttresses; how cries Thy reputation up. 'Tis true indeed, That where the military c Sould and seed Decorted is, our men we reckon trained, Are only thus ironically fained; And their abode may justly twitted be The sluggards garden; but concerning thee Conspicuous London, and thy martiall yard; How art thou disciplin'd, I say? how barr'd With living Palisads? and all successe Betide thee still, nor drive the premises, Then that there be degrees of merit; then To regulate and justly tether men Within their severall distances; to scourge Our bragging Meteors, herry stars; and urge The modest grave Militia, late exployted By Fairefax.
Now since Candles how so lighted, Obnoxious oft to bushells are; since hate, And lip-ey'd envy, seeke to facinate The noblest peices; since there be, that dare Calumniate this behaviour, neither care Disgracefully to challenge it, the cold Of an inferiour spirit; still unfold We more our beautious tap'stry, till the pleyt So much demonstrating his martiall heat, Be likewise open'd. Or if else we call Him rich Arachne-work, and cite withall His faire, his further purfles 'tis indeed

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The a genuine web of France, and here apply'd With all propriety, since like a root Transplanted, and remov'd, to retribute The doubler flower; our Fairefax also drew This active ayre: till (having gotten new Materials once) for Seyne and Rhodanus, He shipt him to the Fle, the dreaded b Maze, Tessel, and barking c Hound; now critick judge Whether this motion, may decypher edge, Activity and heat.—
Then to fore-warne Such eke of wealth and parts, as yet will turne In their domestick pleasure, like a doore Vpon the hinges, saying Lyons roare In forraine wayes; and grant it so, yet God Is far from d ascriptitious, nor abroad Of any shortned arme; transport thee where No Vultures eye could ever pierce, even there, There shall his right hand lead thee: Israel thus, How puzzl'd in a roaring wildernesse Was yet in safety; thus adventrous Drake Could such a fortunate plus ultra make To Magellane, so beat up both the hot And frozen Zones, oft with his glorious boat Doubling the broad Aequator; so be found The first in cheife, that put a girdle round About our terrene Globe; the polar stars Illuminate his e Coat. Our traffick, wars, Are thus by noble Sindicks, souldiers tall Accommodated; or if else they fall In the pursuit, yet heaven is over-head,

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And even in all degrees of latitude, Impartially propitious. Thus againe, As far hence as Apollo takes his waine, And baits his winged horse with spices hot▪ To make their breath more influent; our remote High-doing a Dale ascended. And in fine, So Fairefax propping while the Rhenish vine, (By that sanguinolent Hercinian Boare, Now given a prey to Foxes;) or before Some Bafilisk, or b Drake, or Colverin, Or other such, was elevated in At those eternall gates.—
As who with skill; And knowingly his journey manage will, Does often from the beaten road withdraw, Or to behold a Stonage, taste a Spaw; Or with some subtile Artist to confer, Or famous Scholler; or else to demurre A while within some Minster, and consider The Monuments, and Armory: so Reader Be pacified, if in my pondrous course, I thus my selfe refresh, and re-inforce, With change of objects. But descend we now From running further Bias; from the bough, Back to the bulke, the body; and so great, So mettlesome his travaile, such his sweat, For skill and parts; that (as was touch'd before,) From the faire continent, so deck'd with store. Of Vines and Flower-delices; it impell'd Him to the grumbling Hound, the c Tessel fill'd With Indian rarities; the Maze, the d Flye,

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That round imperative, so threatningly Decyphering his channell.—
These the moats, This the conspicuous place, where dayly floats A forrest, thick as antique Lebanon; The glorious mead, though yeelding neither stone, Nor almost scruples, where a more compleat, A paveder a Heatompolis, then Crete Was ever Mistresse of; and with as high Innumerous broches, as stupendiously Charging the lower Region. Here the Burse, The Common▪weale, ennobling by commerce, Her Merchants, Princes. This the wily-brain'd Prometheus, not improsperously detain'd With after-gaming, not with umbrages, Held in the hobler-hole; but measuring ease, By such prevention; every gainest way, Marching so Jeh like, he can I say, The most outragious Gennet barnacle. And this the Magazine, for better tackle; For his due trim, and manifoldly suited, To steere a nobler course; that destituted A France of such a Fairefax, listing him Among her Brittish aydes.—
Nor of a dim Inferiour maniple, for if we file Our emulous Leaders, he that we may stile, The b Delphick, or the c Chelidonian sword; A double cheife, and with Minerva stor'd, As burganetted Pallas; he so crown'd With proof in d frontispiece, and our renown'd

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Our moderne Cocles; he the Leader, whose a Revengefull Ensigne noble Fairefax chose To rank him under, distributing there His day to severall studies; not a spare, And vacant time, but fairly tricking up With some contexture. Look as Hondius map, Or Plantius, more to palliate their extent Of empty sea, and wildernesse; present Here with a labouring ship, there with a whale, Or Hippotame, and Neptune a cheval Waving his furious trident; here with b Ruck, That castell-volant, making such a mock Of Behemoth; there with a Petagone, Or Ptolomie, or Strabo, widely known Cosmographers; all this, I say, to dresse, And set of their vacuity; lo thus, Our Fairefax could his voydest time array With laudable endeavours; and thou gray Yet desperate Libertine, that doest impose No tye upon thy selfe; bring hither those Thy threescore years, here to be disciplin'd By this b Julus. Let our youth, defin'd Familiarly by sensuall appetite, And wicked wayes, (as being far too light Vpon the weights,) also derive from hence A different learning, which in consequence, Is strength and marrow to the severall bones, Health to the navell, nay demises thrones, And glorious Scepters; for entirely thus Pre-occupy'd, does ammunition us Against the siege of sin. or must I cleare

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It eke by president, our souldier here Will fitly furnish me.—
Nor was he given To that excessive Bacchus, branding even Our Christian armies; tyrraniz'd by those Debauches, on the soule that oft impose Such raving inter-regnums. I, behold As the night-walking dreamer, fancy-fool'd, And full of sundry crochets, antickly Here as a brand to light his candle by, Blowes at a bedstaffe; or else for the doore Opens the casement; there againe, before Some casting-bottle, which his groping hand Meetes in the variegated tap'stry, pin'd At Hellens silken side, as in a glasse Stroakes up his whiskers; and still odly thus Whimsies about the roome; why so disguis'd, (What if I rather say so bestializ'd?) Is sence and reason, by that ebious pest Now epidemiall; so does it contest, And foyle and foole their light, to such a snuffe, As in the socket, even with stench enough, Lyes drowning out; and for those red-ey'd men, That adde both drunkenesse to thirst, and then Thirst eke to drunkenesse; that draw on sin With shooing-hornes, and cart-ropes; these as in The dangerous pathes of death, and set'ling oft Vpon their lees he shun'd.—
Nor could the softe Insidious Dalila, though she deprave And cauterize, some to fed horses slave

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His noble soule; this is the witch indeed, That with her pretious balme, so breaks the head; As Nauplius, when Ulysses fleet was tost Vppon the barr'd, inhospitable coast, Of his Euboea; brighted all the night With fiery beacons, scatter'd crescet-light, As joyntly woobegone, and hailing in, To safe land-lock, and harbour; yet againe But rocks, and scyrts, so paying, that the leake, And weather-beaten bothoms, with their wrack Spread all the Hellespon; lo thus, and thus, Does Sathan juggle, ruinating us VVith his false fires; I, thus the Lady lust Deales with her confidents, their carnall trust Betraying so, that at her feet, a throng Of broken Scepters, Swords, with many strong And mighty men, like ribs of Argosies, Lye split and scatrer'd; when by turning these To Byghes and Sea-marks, Fairefax wisely left Her cleane to lee-ward, bore up with his swift Snug bothome still a-head; and let our old Com-rades, tell if his draught, this modell, hold Save the true lines, and shadowes.—
Not his speech But season'd was, & where some mouths with beach Old Iron, any riffe-raffe loaden are Like Mortar-peeces; yet alas so farre Insensible, that this uncloven tongue Is vaunted farther gracing; draffe and dung Their portion be, reserving Pearle alone, To those whose breath is like Zephyrus, strowen

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With Violets and Roses; nor descends To bark out Oathes at heaven, nor rudely rends The Fig-leaves from our shame.—
But O be tough, And true my shield, for still incens'd enough Comes envy hurtling on; and now she cryes, Away with these your whitely, your precise, Your inkhorne precepts; tush we must conclude The souldiers mark, his height, his latitude, By a brave peremptory rage, by skars, And garments roll'd in blood: yet a Manticors, And Tygers then are as imbrew'd, as even The Crimmest Tartar; No, but thou hast driven A brutish paradox, and in despite Of all thy malice, worthier far the wight That rules his spirit; with the former sins, That nobly can dispute; then he that wins, A populous City. Is it true indeed? Must then a souldier, be the swelling seed Of tyrannous Anak? be with pride as hung As with a chaine? put violence and wrong, On like a garment? must we seeke his worth In precipitious boldnesse? how has earth Then lost her noblest sons? why sing we not b Enceladus, and Almps? with the knot Of mighty Hunters, heretofore that durst So combat heaven? nay, rather let him first Be truly pious, change to c Rechabite; Check Madam d Picorcè; for base indite Eah bloudy-minded Lamech, scambling not The sword at large, so limited to cut,

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At such a narrow threed: let him be wise And pious first, and how shall one surprise And chase a thousand? how shall two, convert Ten thousand men to flight? a souldier girt To battaile thus, so farre out-wings dismay, And evill newes, that neither hills of prey, Mountains of Leopards, nor depth, nor height, Nor things to come, nor present, but his faith Will bravely buckle with; when let the beast That perkes his impious head, and makes a jest Of martiall sanctity; that speakes so lowd Of Ruffin boldnesse; let him cite the proud (d) Porphirio, and his fierce Gigantine out, That heretofore for missive weapons, fought With burning Oaks, and Mountains; yet their grosse, Even at the braying of (e) Silenus Asse, Is often baffled.—
Neither speake I this To paliate ought in Fairefax, more remisse, And over-flaxen; but alas the while, False principles so fop us off, we stile Night Sun-shine, darknesse light; and many a dish Of Serpents, and of stones, for egs, and fish, Deglutiate so; that seeing thus our horne Layd in the dust, I needs must cry Returne, Returne ô Shulamite.
It trenches not Vpon our Fairefax, nay we find him hot, Even in the highest places of the field; Look as the Scythian Arars, with milde, With silent woolen feet, goes creeping on;

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And not the poorest whelk, or angry frown, Vpon his gentle surface, till when pent, When shackled in the boysteros rocks, and rent Among the hornes of fearefull precipices; And then indeed he swells up, bellowes, hisses, Turnes into fatall whitle pooles; yet againe, As soone as once evaded, grows serene, And in the Champian mildly trends along; Such was his disposition. Nay how young, How tractable, how calme, yet netled once, And over-roughly handled, his responce Like flint, when iron-chidden, ready fire; And a Frankenthall, though long in poore attire Peeping, and muttering low from out the ground, Yet now beare up againe; nor is thy wound So desperately deep, but he that brings Reliefe, and healing, underneath his wings; That never wants a Gilead full of balme, For his elect; shall turne thy wofull shalme, Into the merry pipe; ere long refine Thy sackcloth into beauty; Courage then, Beare up, I say; and even for justice sake, Here like a Trumpet lift thy voice, or speak Else in a louder key; thou witnesse wert Of his high thoughts, of his audacious mart; And fever-strook at the so dangerous quest, Thou saw'st when hand to hand, he fiercely prest His strong immur'd foe; Those honour'd wounds, From hence translating him, (while by their hounds So many like Acteon eaten be,) Thou canst declaime; and lastly 'twas in thee,

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That he so fell asleep, and hence was borne, Like a well yeelding shock of finest corne, Into the barne. Does every truth require Two or three witnesses? then what if here, I likewise reckon up th'encounter rough, The a combat he and Welby; but enough, Enough of this, and he that will report Such illegitimates, must do it tart, And cuttedly; then could I further tell, How this exasperate inter-shock, befell In their first tyrociny, even his bud But newly putting open, and conclude, But yet enough I say; for even the touch, The glance already given, imports so much; That envy still thy clack, detraction lay Thy hand upon thy mouth; and by the way, Having first interceded, with the great Redundance of a lofty youthfull heat, For these delinquents, as a plea may slent The trespasse somewhat off.—
What virulent Above the gall of Aspes, and crying sin, That Nero nevcr dreamt of, Catiline Durst not have perpetrated, has bin found By our late b Spinters, that we must compound For it, with such a sea of civill blood; Who has so cast the stone, like c Cadmus brood, That now we reek with mutuall slaughter; nay, Interpret civill sharp, for but to play, As d Abner heretofore. How do we doat Thus on the frenzy duell? but begot

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With Efts, and hideous Shriech owles, in the ruble Of heathenish amphitheaters; a stubble, Now valued corne; a carnage foysted in At first, but classick now, and thought to spin The web of honour. Say ye martiall brood, What a Cossus, what b Dentatus e're allow'd This fury? here alasse no Civick Crownes, No murall Trophies gotten; this renownes Nor with Ovatiou c Triumphs, nor with ich d Feretrian spoyls; let him that needs will pitch His Tents with Kedar, and perversly shed The bloud of war in peace; that being led By savage custome, dare provoke the wrack Of an upbraiding conscience, with her black And broken slumbers, let him on; perhaps Heaven may be weary, or want thunder-claps; Or e Pelon else pyl'd upon f Ossa, may Conceale him and his red sins at the day Of judgement, let him on: but you that are The true Heroes, bravely bidding war As well to sin as Spaine: you that in list Will be with Saints and Angels, under CHRIST Our * Princely Michael; O so learn to g brake The divine Cannon, that at length it shake This Moloch down, whose bloudy rites so cry To heaven for vengeance; vent your courage high, Vpon the generall foe; loe then are skars The Trumps of fame, and stick a man with stars, If thence brought off; by cartell aske repaire, And in campe closse, of such as quarrell dare Your harths, and consciences; when these shal threat,

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When these give on, then let your noble heat Disgusted be, then take the poynt; a veine If emptyed thus upbraids not; to be slaine With my dear Fairefax thus, is up to roule The corps in Trophy-work, and gain the soule A palme in heaven.—
In fine that I may do As Painters in their curious Portraits, who The face deliniated, are wont in close To set the hand, charg'd with a booke, a rose Or a Sovenance; his open was, a bearing Of faire construction; a misterious wearing The goods of fortune; and if such there be, Such b Brigands, as will shave, nay basely flea, The poore that fight for Sion; I, and this Even to the teeth of death, as if their peace Were made with him and hell; be Fairefax set As opposite to these, to flint, and jet, As snow and thistle-downa, whose open hand could manage thus (I say) and so befriend himselfe with our unrighteous Mammon here, And Critick what remaines, but thus my reere Being brought up, now likewise thy reply Vpon the premises? tell if mine eye ▪ Be c Graeaen-like incurious, doft at home, Pragmaticall abroad; or there become Like eyes in water, doubling the dimension, Of weeds and pebbles; if my reprehension, Straine Gnats, or swallow Camels; then againe Doe thou the like, reporting not the maine, By some peculiar ravings; let not hate

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At randome taken up, extenuate The worth of souldiers; passion so mis-leads, Prestigiats the senses so, that reeds Have been reported spears, a and trees for men; Collect thy selfe (I say;)—
Nay rather then To mis-repute our Mars, the belts restore, The Medals, leases, b titles, heretofore, And (b) Feifs awarded him; and touching these, How often are they got by fucusses, By sin, and subtile artifice; the slye Tertullus Parrot-like, will clamber by His flattering beak; Seralio hopes to find A fortune, in his new made c Cinerind; I, such as are devoyd of swinke, and sweat, Whose Trophies but d Salmatidan, why yet Are shuffled often into price and place; When if we shall annex the souldiers case, How sustinently prostrate at the e star, Does he chalk out his bed, nay make it there Amid the fiercest winter; who so driven With horrid industry, to combat, even The rivers, mountains, precipices, rocks, Meteors, and rigid aires; what inter-shocks Has he with hunger, thirst, contagion? here A messe of Spartan f broth, is all his cheere, Or else a Dogs, or Asses head, and bought At g eighty silver shekels; there for drought He like a h Dragon yawnes, and well the man Who from a course, a dirty i Cothon, can

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Relieve himselfe; what shall I say? his plant Is a Yarrow, sole for wounds; or we may grant Him the b Carlina Thistle, to correct His rabious Fevers; nor must it deject The souldier, though surrounded with a rout Of cuttings, searings, pests; and when from out The hurlement of a well foughten-day, Some such as meritorious Fairesax, may Come off all pargetted with bloud, and dust, All over grisly gules; will it be just To rank him with the former? must onr bloud Decry'd be to Zacheus bags? abrood Familiarly so spurious, so begot By forged cavillation? nay denote It with an omnious coale, the souldiers trade, Is like his Pike, so plaine, and weltlesse made That each profest Immarinell, may bolt Himselfe out for a Tactick; and the Colt Of very c Mordant, and Bucephalus, Thrasonickly be thunder'd, till he thus Encroach upon our bread.—
That I propound It neerer yet to heart; behold a sound Of waters from the North; of many wrongs So palpable, that Mattan there oppugns d Jehoscua daily; then againe at home, Our e Counter-skarp, our outer-works, have swom Even annually with slaughter; yet we presse A flattering divination; may distresse Ship into Britaine? does she not reside Like (f) Carmel in the sea? and then so ry'd,

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So dreadfull, are her many flaxen-wings, That not the fiercest a Dragon, but she brings At ease under her lee: thus heretofore, The covering b Cherub Tyrus, also bore Him high upon the like, yet emptied was Soon after from his vessell, made a place Of fishers and their nets; and thou that do'st Secure thy Dortor so, if Neptune boast Him of our British c Ieat; or use to wear A Baldrick of our d Pearle about his bare And brawny loynes, yet say, will this amount To side him alwayes ours? was he not wont To waft the Dane, the Norman? and what are Our wooden walls, we sole to these referre The hope of Athens? how is man so skil'd? Such an e Amphibium, so to make us build Vpon a single string? I, this the case; Our Ancestors were dayly biddeu base Within the heart of England; driven to fight Among their hearths, their temples, for the right Of their fore-fathers monuments, and bones; And Reader then resolve me, when the stones, The carved work, the polish'd corners, even Of our whole Church attempted are, and driven With fatall Axes, and with hammers at; Shall we so much (alas) disconsolate, Deject the f Veterane?—
O that I might Respecting my peculiar, here recite Of a sad prentiship, a ten years toyle In forreign Mars; the marrh of many a myle Begirt with scalding Iron; sicknesse, want,

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Expence of blood, as being conversant Oft with the King of a terrors; nay from out His bitter grens, the very grave about To close upon me, yet recover'd; so The shepheard sometimes takes a leg, or two, Or else perhaps some parcell of an eare, Eve from the Lions mouth; I faine would here Like an Harpocrates immune my tongue, And such a note as this, were fitter sung Far off 〈◊〉〈◊〉 proxie; but alas my lot Has been so full of noyse; that wonder not If thus I therefore interpose, with deep And many waters; furrows wide and steep, For Orthodox Religion; and when now The brawny keepers tremble, strong men bow, And clouds b return after the rain; when these, With severall almost c Sontick grievances, Are come upon me-like an armed man; And nor like d Jolaus, or Aeson, can I moult the e Heckle of disabling eld; Alas the while, why should I be compell'd Like f Micha's Levite, to go sojonrne there, Where I may find a place; but hollow feare, And how art thou so woobegone my soule? So troubled now within me? tush, let all The promontories, hills, and mountains vast, Be rudely from the center torn, and tost Far off to sea, yer this is my defence, It issues not by chance, but providence. After which interpos'd Parenthesis, I now again return to the milice, And Mille-toyle the souldier; farther still

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To presse the consequents, the peace, the weale, At rough and bloody rates, by these inferr'd; Or if it seem perhaps too high, too hard, For my poore narrow faculties; implore We rather such a Muse, as being more Polite, and Classick, may with sayle enough Beare up, and spoane it on, amid the zuffe Of medling censure. Nay to further force Our present casting Anchor, loe the course, The ruggid churle Orion, gotten eke High into Cancer, still denounces thick, Indomitable weather; therefore here From plying in the doubtfull maine, I steere My weary bark to land.—
If any yet Impose an Elegiack verse, be set In close of all, as even my reere of reers; Let him object, and say, what Panick fears, What decimation, or phlegrean war, So perpetrated, that we then demur Vpon the blisse of Fairefax? is a weake a Causidius slain, or any such, as like The sinfull Ephraimites, and carrying bowes, Yet turne againe in battaile; Trent, and Owse, Are little for a paire of eyes to shed; But Fairefax in a storme of hissing lead, And Iron Cannonads, was gathered hence; His severall wounds, (a precious inference,) Receiv'd in front, facing the foe; and thus, When such a soule evades her prison-house Of flesh and blood, the b Lion then indeed

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Triumphs above his Gemeu-bars, is freed From Trelisses, debrusings; sorrow here Were a flat Soelecisme; ungently were, To mingle Pinks, Carnations, Iuly-flowers, Harvest with snow; or the prodigious showres Our black-thorn hatching: therefore hence enforce It far, and farther also; where some coorse Is rigoriously pursu'd by Nemesis, And even with all her snakes; Let us dimisse It far, and far I say; assevering Of holy Farefax, that where Angels sing, He now enjoyes the kernell, omen, spirit, Of his prophetick Embleme; does inherit An endlesse requiem. And thus have I built His monument and mine, though not of guilt, And a chamfer'd Marble, yet of what may last, When Absoloms proud pillar lyes defac'd.

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