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<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="frontispiece">
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<P>
<TABLE>
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<CELL><FIGURE>
<HEAD>Profane Liberty</HEAD>
</FIGURE></CELL>
<CELL><FIGURE>
<HEAD>Envious Hipocre&s;ie</HEAD>
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<CELL><FIGURE>
<HEAD>Ie&s;uitecall Pollicie</HEAD>
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<ROW>
<CELL COLS="3">Three Grand Enimies to Church and State</CELL>
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<CELL><LG>
<L>Sins captiue, grace abu&s;er</L>
<L>Couenant beaker &s;oules deceiver</L>
<L>Voyd of zeale filld with &s;in</L>
<L>Given up to die therein</L>
</LG></CELL>
<CELL><LG>
<L>To pretious truthes an enimie</L>
<L>Filld with pride and cruiltie</L>
<L>And fills larg Tracts with fowle di&s;grace</L>
<L>Of truthes deare ones that hir imbrace</L>
</LG></CELL>
<CELL><LG>
<L>Till Ante chri&s;t &s;hall ruind bee</L>
<L>Great combu&s;tions wee mu&s;t &s;ee</L>
<L>With errors &s;hall the world be led</L>
<L>But chri&s;t his &s;pou&s;e him&s;elfe will guide</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>The times Di&s;played IN SIX SESTYADS: The fir&s;t <HI>A Presbyter, an Independent.</HI> The &s;econd <HI>An Anabapti&s;t and a Browni&s;t</HI> The third <HI>An Antinomian and a Famili&s;t</HI> The fourth <HI>A Libertine and an Arminian.</HI> The Fift <HI>A Prote&s;tant and eke a Papi&s;t</HI> All the&s;e di&s;pute in &s;everall Tracts, and be Divulgers, as of Truth, &s;o Fallacie. The &s;ixt <HI>Apollo, grieves to &s;ee the Times
<LB>So pe&s;ter'd with Mechannicks lavi&s;h Rimes.</HI></P>
<P>Scribimus indocti, Doctique Poemata Pa&s;&s;im.</P>
<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed and are to be &s;old by I. P. at his &s;hop neer the Se&s;&s;ions hou&s;e in the old <HI>Bayly.</HI> 1646.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>To the Right Honourable <HI>Philip Herbert</HI> Earl of Pembrook.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VOuch&s;afe great Lord, that art our Nations pride</L>
<L>In who&s;e rare Vertues, they alone con&s;ide</L>
<L>To be the Patron, of my humble Mu&s;e</L>
<L>Who doth thee onely, her Maecenas chu&s;e:</L>
<L>This work di&s;playes the times, therefore tis meet</L>
<L>I &s;hould pre&s;ent it, humbly at thy feet</L>
<L>Who art no &s;ever of the times, but thou</L>
<L>Will &s;erve thy Nation, and thy help allow</L>
<L>For to maintain their Priviledges and be</L>
<L>A propogator, of Gods veritie.</L>
<L>To thee therefore great Lord, this work I give</L>
<L>That I and it, may in thy favour live.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your Honours most obedient Servant, S. SHEPPARD.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>An Anagram on the Name of the Right Honourable <HI>Philip Herbert</HI> Earl of Pembrook.</HEAD>
<P>EARLE PHILIP HERBERT <HI>Anagram</HI> Pear help all Libertie.</P>
<LG>
<L>Pear help all libertie, Great Lord we finde</L>
<L>How well thy Name, hath &s;uited to thy mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When England was in danger &s;lav'd to be</L>
<L>Then thou great Lord, did&s;t help all Libertie</L>
<L>And by thy circum&s;pect, and prudent wit</L>
<L>Saw&s;t evill coming and diverted it;</L>
<L>To thee therefore a trophie I will rai&s;e</L>
<L>And &s;ing in Ver&s;e, that aye &s;hall la&s;t (thy prai&s;e.)</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
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<BODY>
<HEAD><PB N="5" REF="3">THE TIMES DISPLAYED IN SIX SESTIADS.</HEAD>
<DIV1 N="1" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>THE FIRST SESTIAD:</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument,</HEAD>
<L><HI>An</HI> Independent <HI>and a</HI> Presbyter</L>
<L><HI>Their &s;everall Tenents, each do here prefer;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And while they,</HI> pro <HI>and</HI> con <HI>do argue, we</HI></L>
<L><HI>May judge of both, and which most erreth &s;ee.</HI></L>
</ARGUMENT>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>INDEPENDENT</SPEAKER>
<L>AND have we &s;pent our bloods to gain no more</L>
<L>We are as wretched as we were before</L>
<L>When as the Lordly Prelates, ruld the Land</L>
<L>Making Gods Truth, to &s;toop to your command</L>
<L>O thou immortall Rector when &s;hall we</L>
<L>Be as we ought, and have our con&s;cience free</L>
<L>From mens Injunctions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>PRESBYTER,</SPEAKER>
<L>"See mans nature is</L>
<L>"Never contented, though he be in bli&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>"He would have yet more joy, why know&s;t thou not,</L>
<L>Or hath thy &s;hallow memory forgot,</L>
<L>What great immunities are purcha&s;ed</L>
<L>Since the great, little Prelate, lo&s;t his head</L>
<PB N="6" REF="4">
<L>Are we not free from Papi&s;ts lordly Reign</L>
<L>Who ruld, <HI>Charls</HI> onely called Soveraign;</L>
<L>Is not the throst of <HI>Inovation</HI> cut</L>
<L>Are not our Enemies, in pin&s;olds that;</L>
<L>Are not tho&s;e Courts, that rackt the Commons pur&s;es</L>
<L>"Receiving oft, their &s;ilver, with their cur&s;es</L>
<L>Aboli&s;ht, i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> not that &s;ome fatall court</L>
<L><HI>Star Chamber</HI> cald, where &s;ix Lords could extort</L>
<L>What they would from the Common, now put down</L>
<L>And in the &s;tead mercy and Ju&s;tice &s;hown.</L>
<L>Are not all envious &s;uckers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Independent</SPEAKER>
<L>He, who&s;e this</L>
<L>My utter enemy, I ween it is,</L>
<L>As the ill boding Scrilch-owl I do hate</L>
<L>Thy &s;peeches, tell me art thou <HI>Con&s;ecrate,</HI></L>
<L>An <HI>Elder,</HI> whom I may dechipher thus</L>
<L><HI>Hodie Clericus, cr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters"> Lui<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">us:</HI></L>
<L>Thee and thy tenents I abhor and hate</L>
<L>As errors, do all mi&s;chiefe properate</L>
<L>Perhaps thou art an <HI>Expactant,</HI> luch there be</L>
<L>Who waite Election, in the Presbytery</L>
<L>I hold the Rule, of your Archi-&s;ynagogie</L>
<L>To be a cruell, Rigorous Tyrannie</L>
<L>Your high Sanhedrim, by which you undertake</L>
<L>Your Fellow Commoners, meer &s;laves to make</L>
<L>Your great A&s;&s;embly is above all power</L>
<L>And what you plea&s;e, you turn, and change each houre</L>
<L>So that I de rather chu&s;e, a &s;lave to be</L>
<L>And va&s;&s;aild, to the Bi&s;hops Hierchie</L>
<L>Then unto you &s;ubjected, pray whence ro&s;e</L>
<L>Your Reformation, but from <HI>Knox,</HI> and tho&s;e</L>
<L>Seditious ones <HI>Melvill</HI> and <HI>Li&s;ley,</HI> and</L>
<L><HI>Peter Carmichael,</HI> who once did &s;tund</L>
<L>In open oppo&s;ition gain&s;t all Law</L>
<L><HI>In ordine ad Spiritualia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="4">
<SPEAKER>Presbyter</SPEAKER>
<L> O Thou deluded, that art enemie</L>
<L>To God, doth not the &s;acred verity</L>
<L>Confirm, and eke command the Church &s;hould be</L>
<L>Guided by a Judicious Presbyterie</L>
<L>Thy Allegations are mo&s;t fal&s;e and naught,</L>
<L>Such as the Feind into thy mind hath brought:</L>
<L>Thou art a Libertine, and would&s;t have none</L>
<L>To govern thee, but thy fal&s;e heart alone</L>
<L>Woe be to <HI>England,</HI> had&s;t thou thy de&s;ire</L>
<L>Who&s;e thoughts are &s;words, who&s;e actions are fire</L>
<L>To ruin thine oppo&s;ers, prai&s;ed be</L>
<L>To the Almighties Sacred Maie&s;tie</L>
<L>Our prudent Parliament, do now proceed</L>
<L>To &s;ettle</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Independent.</SPEAKER>
<L> What they have decreed</L>
<L>Theil finde when they have &s;etled it mo&s;t &s;ure</L>
<L>Tis built on &s;and, and cannot long indure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Presbyter.</SPEAKER>
<L> Well go thy wayes, let Sathan and his crue</L>
<L>Theu mo&s;t of your wicked ends per&s;ue,</L>
<L>God will pre&s;erve his Church, and maugre all</L>
<L>Will have his own will to be principall</L>
<L>After &s;o long ob&s;eurity, he now</L>
<L>Is plea&s;d unto his &s;ervants light to &s;hew,</L>
<L>The true light of his face, the government,</L>
<L>He gave to his Apo&s;tles, with intent</L>
<L>They and the true Church, ever &s;hould ob&s;erve</L>
<L>Which having purcha&s;d, grant Lord, nere &s;werve</L>
<L>There-from, but us and ours imbrace it may</L>
<L>Untill the la&s;t, and dreadfull Judgement day,</L>
</SP>
<TRAILER> The end of the fir&s;t Se&s;tiad.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="8" REF="5">
<HEAD>The Second Se&s;tyad.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument</HEAD>
<L><HI>An Anabapti&s;t and a Browni&s;t here</HI></L>
<L><HI>&V;nmask them&s;elves, and make the filth appear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The while the one contendeth for him&s;elf</HI></L>
<L><HI>Averring he ought not baptize his elfe</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till hees of age, the other wor&s;e deluded</HI></L>
<L><HI>Saith, Godhath England from the Church exculded.</HI></L>
</ARGUMENT>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Anabapti&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>After &s;o long a night, of woe and &s;orrow</L>
<L>Behold a fair, and delicious morrow</L>
<L>After &s;o many years, when we oppre&s;t</L>
<L>Were fin'd impri&s;oned, and could never re&s;t</L>
<L>For the <HI>Bea&s;t, Image,</HI> the hated Bi&s;hops (now)</L>
<L>We openly, and without, dread avow</L>
<L>Our tenents, dipping maids, and wives each day</L>
<L>Their naturall concupicence to allay,</L>
<L>And although &s;ome we drown, tho&s;e drowned &s;o</L>
<L>Doe but by water unto heaven go,</L>
<L>And&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Brow.</SPEAKER>
<L> Ile not beleeve the Church of <HI>England</HI> is:</L>
<L>A true Church, making my a&s;&s;urance this,</L>
<L>When Bi&s;hops and their government did &s;tand</L>
<L>And Popery was u&s;ed in the Land</L>
<L>By &s;inging, cringing, wor&s;hipping of tables</L>
<L>Chri&s;tning of bells, with many other Fables,</L>
<PB N="9" REF="5">
<L>Twas then an <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The <HI>Brow ni&s;ts</HI> hold our church to be Anti|chri&s;tian &amp; Hereti|cal; that becaus we have no Church, they are to &s;ever them&s;elves from us, that with|out civil authority they are to erect a Church of their own.</NOTE> Antichri&s;tian Church, and now</L>
<L>They &s;eem tho&s;e errors, for to di&s;avow</L>
<L>In&s;tead thereof the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Parlament.</L>
<L>Set up a wor&s;er, fiercer Government.</L>
<L>The &s;pawn of Bi&s;hops, now mu&s;t rule, I gather</L>
<L>The wandering i&s;&s;ue, of a mi&s;led Father</L>
<L>For the Presbyterie, the wi&s;e can tel</L>
<L>We ju&s;tly may with Bi&s;hops paralel,</L>
<L>From them their Power's deriv'd</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Anabapti&s;t,</SPEAKER>
<L> All hail to thee</L>
<L>Dear Brother of our NONCONFORMITIE;</L>
<L>Both thee and I, like <HI>Samp&s;ons</HI> Foxes do</L>
<L>Burn up <HI>Gods</HI> vineyard, work the Church much wo,</L>
<L>Why then are we e&s;tranged each from other,</L>
<L>Let mee imbrace thee, in my arms my Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Browni&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L> Stay good, my friend, and know twixt thee &amp; me</L>
<L>There is a very va&s;t Antipathie,</L>
<L>I do not hold that Bea&s;ts from death &s;hal ri&s;e</L>
<L>At the la&s;t day, nor yet in any wi&s;e</L>
<L>Can I beleeve, that ere the Damned &s;hall</L>
<L>After &s;ome torments be relea&s;ed all,</L>
<L>And plac'd in heavenly joys, for &s;o you hold.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Anabap.</SPEAKER>
<L> Why then my Friend thou ha&s;t the wor&s;t on's told</L>
<L>By manife&s;t *, that they may proved bee,</L>
<L>Thou now recited&s;t, as an here&s;ie, <NOTE PLACE="marg">Scriptures</NOTE></L>
<L>And this a&s;&s;ure thy &s;elf, who ere is not</L>
<L>Of our Society, &s;hal have his lot</L>
<L>Amonge&s;t the Damned, evermore to dwel,</L>
<L>Wailing his error, in the lowe&s;t Hel.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Browni&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> Ra&s;hly concluded, thus each Sect doth &s;ay</L>
<L>He that treads not their paths, errs from the way.</L>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the &s;econd Se&s;tiad.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="3" TYPE="part">
<PB N="10" REF="6">
<HEAD>The third Se&s;tyad.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument</HEAD>
<L>One of the Family of Love</L>
<L>With an Antinomian meets</L>
<L>And divers que&s;tions they do move</L>
<L>Not parting without threats.</L>
</ARGUMENT>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Familist.</SPEAKER>
<L>A <HI>Mor omnia vincit,</HI> 'twas that which mov'd</L>
<L>God for to come on earth, becau&s;e he lov'd</L>
<L>The &s;ons of men, tis love that all creates</L>
<L>Tis love that men and creatures propogates</L>
<L>Did men but know the &s;weet &s;ociety</L>
<L>We do enjoy are of loves family</L>
<L>They would reject their burthen&s;ome E&s;tate</L>
<L>And make them&s;elves with us Incorporate,</L>
<L>How many Queenes, and prince&s;&s;es of might</L>
<L>To be made one of us, have tane delight,</L>
<L>As <HI>Me&s;&s;alina, Cleopatra,</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">FLORA</NOTE> She</L>
<L>Romes vulgar honour as a Dietie</L>
<L><HI>Lais</HI> and <HI>Thais,</HI> O Ime ravi&s;hed</L>
<L>To think upon the plea&s;ant Lectures read</L>
<L>To us, when we in full A&s;&s;embly met,</L>
<L>The &s;i&s;ters on the brothers laps being &s;et</L>
<L>Nothing but love our harmele&s;&s;e &s;ouls de&s;ire</L>
<L>With love, each of our hearts is &s;et on fire</L>
<L>This love we cheri&s;h, by all wayes we may</L>
<L>For tis good our loves &s;hould ought decay</L>
<PB N="11" REF="6">
<L>And therefore Oy&s;ters, Lob&s;ters, we prepare</L>
<L>Eringoes tatoes, and &s;uch toyi&s;h fare,</L>
<L>And this we do, to pre&s;erve love in us</L>
<L>For <HI>&s;ine Cerere &amp; Bacho, friget Venus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Anti,</SPEAKER>
<L> My eares are bli&s;ter'd; O what have I heard</L>
<L>And art thou not thou bea&s;t at all afeard</L>
<L>Of Hell, or think&s;t thou the Almighty &s;leeps</L>
<L>Why he a bedrole of thy ba&s;ene&s;&s;e keeps</L>
<L>And will take vengeance on thee that do&s;t make</L>
<L>Religion cloak thy evills.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Familist.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L> Do&s;t thou take</L>
<L>In hand &s;in to reprove, who&s;e &s;ins are &s;uch</L>
<L>That of thy bla&s;phemies, there cant too much</L>
<L>Be &s;poken, thou denie&s;t, the Law was given</L>
<L>To be mans Rule, although the Lord from heaven</L>
<L>Girt in bright flames, with awfull Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>The while the Trumpet &s;ounded from on hie</L>
<L>Denounced Death, to him the &s;ame &s;hould break</L>
<L>And yet you dare with boldne&s;&s;e for to &s;peak</L>
<L>And to divulge, you from the Law are freed</L>
<L>And you of nought but faith do &s;tand in need.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Again, you teach, averring impiou&s;ly</L>
<L>Your &s;ins are pardond, ere committed be</L>
<L>Why then it &s;eems Chri&s;t Je&s;us, to no end</L>
<L>his heavenly <HI>pater no&s;ter</HI> did commend</L>
<L>To his Di&s;ciples, bidding them de&s;ire</L>
<L>Forgivene&s;&s;e of their &s;ins, as the ju&s;t hire</L>
<L>Of their forgiving others, &s;ome there be</L>
<L>Of your &s;weet Sect, that do unanimou&s;ly</L>
<L>Conclude there is no &s;trict nece&s;&s;ity</L>
<L>Of our receiving that holy <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Of the Lords Supper.</NOTE> mi&s;tery</L>
<L>Of our &s;alvation (Why are we tyed thus)</L>
<L>Say they to &s;haddows, when Chri&s;t dwells in us</L>
<L>Already, why on pictures mu&s;t we feed</L>
<L>When we po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e the &s;ub&s;tance.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="12" REF="7">
<SPEAKER>Antinom.</SPEAKER>
<L> Twere indeed</L>
<L>Agreivous crime in me, for to confer</L>
<L>With one who&s;e wayes, are &s;o Irregular,</L>
<L>Untie tho&s;e bonds, do chain thy &s;oul and be</L>
<L>No more pertaker, of loves familie</L>
<L>And were it not, that I have hope thou mai&s;t</L>
<L>Converted be, ere thou of death do ta&s;te</L>
<L>I would di&s;cover thee,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Famili&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> And I but that</L>
<L>I would not people draw to wonder at</L>
<L>Thy &s;elf and me, I would unto thy wo</L>
<L>Fir&s;t bang thee &s;oundly, and then let thee go.</L>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the third Se&s;tyad.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="4" TYPE="part">
<PB N="13" REF="7">
<HEAD>The fourth Se&s;tyad.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument</HEAD>
<L><HI>A Libertine and an Arminian</HI></L>
<L><HI>Each make known, your fond opinion;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And by the &s;tories, which they tell</HI></L>
<L><HI>We may Judge both, are fit for hell.</HI></L>
</ARGUMENT>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Libertine.</SPEAKER>
<L>GIve me the Joyes on Earth, and tell not me</L>
<L>Of after hopes, future felicitie</L>
<L>I tire to think on, the time pre&s;ent I</L>
<L>Will &s;pend in mirth, and plea&s;ant jollitie</L>
<L>Sit round my hearts, our heads with Ivie crownd</L>
<L>Let qua&s;&s;e Lyeus, and the healths go round</L>
<L>And &s;inging pearls, unto <HI>Ceres,</HI> we</L>
<L>Unto the Harpe, will foot it lu&s;tily</L>
<L>While here I live, Ile &s;pend my time in mirth</L>
<L>Time is no more, when I am gone from earth</L>
<L>This night Ile clip a beauty, would tempt Jove</L>
<L>Equall to Juno, or the Queen of Love</L>
<L>Away with this &s;ame fond Philo&s;ophie</L>
<L>That tells, the &s;oul lives to Eternitie</L>
<L>Away with &s;uch vain fancies when we fall</L>
<L>The &s;oul dyes with the body, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<P>It hath been foretold by the Prophets and Apo&s;tles that &s;uch men the latter dayes &s;hall afford, and our own age hath verified, their &s;peech unto us, and even for the main que&s;tion of the Re&s;urrection whereat
<PB N="14" REF="8"> they &s;tick &s;o mightily. was it not plainly foretold that men &s;hould in the latter times &s;ay, where is the pro|mi&s;e of his coming an level at this pre&s;ent time is there not exceprions taken again&s;t the Creation, the Ark, and divers other points, the ground whereof is &s;uperfluity of wit, without ground of learning, which may be truly termed, <HI>Mater eirorum et vitiorum nutrix,</HI> now the chief cau&s;e of Athei&s;m is SENSUALITY, which maketh men de&s;irous to remove all &s;tops and impediments of their wicked life, among which, be|cau&s;e Religion is the chiefe&s;t, &s;o as neither in this life without &s;hame, they can per&s;i&s;t therein, nor if that be true without torment in the life to come, they whet their wits to annihilate the joys of heaven, wherein they &s;ee (if any &s;uch be) they have no part; and like|wi&s;e the pains of hel, wherein their portion mu&s;t needs be very great; they labor therefore, not that they may not de&s;erve tho&s;e pains, but that de&s;erving them there may be no &s;uch pain to &s;eize upon them, but what conceit can be imagined more ba&s;e, then that man &s;hould &s;trive to per&s;wade him&s;elf, even again&s;t the &s;e|cret in&s;tinct (no doubt) of his own mind, that his &s;oul is, as the &s;oul of a bea&s;t, mortal, and corruptible with the body, again&s;t which barbarous opinion, their own Athei&s;m is a very &s;trong Argument. <HI>For were not the &s;oul a nature &s;eparable from the body, how could it enter into di&s;cour&s;e of things meerly &s;piritual, and nothing at all pertaining to the body; &s;urely the &s;oul were not able to con|ceive any thing of heaven, no not &s;o much as to di&s;pute a|gain&s;t heaven, and again&s;t God, if there were not in it &s;om|what heavenly and derived from God,</HI> Thus much by the way.</P>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="8">
<SPEAKER>Arminian.</SPEAKER>
<L> Theres no man &s;hall,</L>
<L>Per&s;wade me, but man has, an Innate will</L>
<L>Power of him&s;elf, to commit good or ill,</L>
<L>I've &s;et before thee, fire, and water, chu&s;e,</L>
<L>Saith God, ev'n which thou wils, which plainly &s;hews</L>
<L>Mans power's of him&s;elf, to take or leave,</L>
<L>To take the good; or el&s;e the ill receive,</L>
<L>POPE PI&V;S, had a vi&s;ion on a day</L>
<L>As after Dinner on his couch he lay</L>
<L>A glorious Angel did before him &s;tand</L>
<L>Bearing a graven Schedule in his hand</L>
<L>On the right &s;ide, was in a figure placd</L>
<L>The heaven of heavens with the Almighty gracd,</L>
<L>While all his glorious angels &s;tanding round</L>
<L>Loud <HI>Allelujaes,</HI> to the THRONE, re&s;ound:</L>
<L>On the left hand was ORC&V;S plac'd where &s;ate</L>
<L><HI>Grim Pluto,</HI> placed in a throne of &s;tate,</L>
<L>Fo&s;hiond of burning bra&s;&s;e, the Damned Crew</L>
<L>Howling in flames, their forepa&s;t Acts did rew,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t in the mid&s;t, betwixt both the&s;e there &s;tood</L>
<L>A man wel &s;hapt, and of proportion good,</L>
<L>Before whom hung a tablet, in which words</L>
<L>Of letter Capital, this &s;en&s;e affords;</L>
<L><HI>Behold, o man, before thee two ways lie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The one to joy, tother to mi&s;erie</HI></L>
<L><HI>Doth lead; chu&s;e which thou wilt, therefore tis &s;ure</HI></L>
<L><HI>Man may his &s;orrow, or his bli&s;&s;e procure</HI></L>
<L><HI>By his own inclination; Ergo, I</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will in this my opinion Live, and Die.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>THE AUTHOR.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah do not &s;o, tru&s;t not to thine own &s;trength,</L>
<L>For fear it plunge thee in Abi&s;&s;e at length.</L>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the fourth Se&s;tyad.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="5" TYPE="part">
<PB N="16" REF="9">
<HEAD>The fifth Se&s;tyad.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument.</HEAD>
<L><HI>A Papi&s;t on Pilgrimage he went</HI></L>
<L><HI>Meets with a true beleeving Prote&s;tant,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Twixt whom there divers propo&s;itions bee</HI></L>
<L><HI>As bout the Ma&s;&s;e and popes Supremacy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Til in the end, they both agree as one,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And do extol the true Religion.</HI></L>
</ARGUMENT>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Papi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Holy Saint <HI>Chri&s;topher</HI> be thou my guide</L>
<L>And ayd my &s;peed, that I by eventide</L>
<L>May arive &s;afely at Saint <HI>Francis</HI> &s;hrine,</L>
<L>That holy <HI>Francis</HI> that by ayd divine</L>
<L>Conver&s;ing in the &s;olitary wood</L>
<L>Making wild fruits and water be his food,</L>
<L>O be propitius</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prote&s;tant,</SPEAKER>
<L> See it is my chance</L>
<L>To meet with one will give me cau&s;e to advance</L>
<L>Gods truth above the unwritten veritie,</L>
<L>Wor&s;hipful Pilgrim, all hail to thee</L>
<L>That wrapt in errors do&s;t thy journey take</L>
<L>Bare footed, while the &s;irly thorny brake</L>
<L>Often draws blood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Papi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> By Saint <HI>Seba&s;tian</HI></L>
<L>I now have met a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Prote|&s;tant &s;o termed by them, be|cau&s;e they place their cheif con|fidence in the Act of faith&mdash;.</NOTE> SOLIFIDIAN;</L>
<L>Why thou deluded, how long wilt thou bee</L>
<L>Unto the holy Church an enemie,</L>
<PB N="17" REF="9">
<L>And &s;till per&s;i&s;ting in thy w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="4 letters">ed &s;tate</L>
<L>Dye as an Heretick, excommunicate</L>
<L>By Chri&s;ts Vicegerent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prote&s;tant.</SPEAKER>
<L> My good pilgrim hold,</L>
<L>Enough and each too much, thou now ha&s;t told</L>
<L>Ime not deluded, but with &s;etled faith</L>
<L>I tye my &s;elfe, to what the Scripture &s;aith</L>
<L>Which in no place mentions the papall throne,</L>
<L>That Septred Kings, mu&s;t yeeld &s;ubjection</L>
<L>To mytred Bi&s;hops, that fal&s;e power do vaunt</L>
<L>That <HI>Chri&s;tum &s;imulant, &amp; contrachri&s;tum pugnat</HI></L>
<L>Nor do I weigh, how me, the pope &s;hall handle</L>
<L>No though, he cur&s;e me, with bel book and candle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Papi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> The ayres infected, O that I had now</L>
<L>Some holy water, for to cro&s;&s;e my brow</L>
<L>O &s;ire I bla&s;phemy have heard thou &s;oul</L>
<L>Who art infected &s;o, with errours foul,</L>
<L>Tis hard to cure thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prote&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> Nor do I de&s;ire.</L>
<L>Thou &s;hould&s;t as my Phy&s;itian gaine thy hyre</L>
<L>Which will be more, then all the world affords</L>
<L>My precious &s;oul,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Papi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> Although to bandy words</L>
<L>With thee an Heritick, were fond and Vaine</L>
<L>Yet &s;o I &s;ee, thart learn'd Ile not ab&s;tain</L>
<L>But I wil conver&s;e a while, know then that Rome</L>
<L>Is the mo&s;t ancient Church (where martyrdome)</L>
<L>Diver&s;e Apo&s;tles did receive, and there</L>
<L>By Chri&s;ts appointment, is S. <HI>Peters chair</HI></L>
<L>Where Chri&s;ts Vice-gerent, <HI>Peters</HI> &s;eat doth fill</L>
<L>And what he doth Comand, even Chri&s;t doth wil</L>
<L>He cannot erre in ought, for on this &s;tone</L>
<L>Chri&s;t builds his Church (all oppo&s;ition)</L>
<L>Shall not prevail again&s;t him, every &s;tate</L>
<L>Al Kings on Earth to him &s;ubordinate;</L>
<L>He to the glorious fun I may compare.</L>
<L>Kings to the Moon, who of his lu&s;tre &s;hare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="18" REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Prote&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L> I hear toomuch, although tis truth <HI>Rome</HI> was</L>
<L>Once cald the mother Church, but truth did pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>From <HI>Rome,</HI> drove thence by erring fallacies,</L>
<L>By ground le&s;s fables, &s;uper&s;titious lies,</L>
<L>When Gods love was relinqui&s;ht, and in&s;tead</L>
<L>Thereof, was mans traditions honored.</L>
<L>Nor is the Pope to &s;it in Chri&s;t his throne.</L>
<L>For Chri&s;t him&s;elf doth rule his Church alone;</L>
<L>Nor can we find by what our Savior &s;aid</L>
<L>(To <HI>Peter)</HI> that on him alone he laid</L>
<L>A charge to rule his Church, but when he &s;pake</L>
<L>To <HI>Peter,</HI> he did the re&s;t his Partners make,</L>
<L>And not on <HI>Peter,</HI> but upon his faith</L>
<L>Chri&s;t builds his Church, when on this rock he &s;aith</L>
<L>Ile build my Church, and whereas you compare</L>
<L>The <HI>Pope</HI> unto the Sun, you gro&s;ly erre,</L>
<L>But rather we ful aptly render may</L>
<L>The <HI>Pope</HI> as Moon, for as one wel doth &s;ay.</L>
<L><HI>&mdash;Fratri contraria Phabe</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ibit &amp; obliquum, big as agitare per orbem</HI></L>
<L><HI>Indignata, diem po&s;eit &s;ibit totaque di&s;cors</HI></L>
<L><HI>Machina convul&s;i, turbabit foe dera mundi.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Moon di&s;deigning of her rule by night</L>
<L>Would needs rule <HI>Phabus</HI> Carr the day to light,</L>
<L>And by this civil, and unnatural Jarr</L>
<L>Inforced natures bands to fry in Warr.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Even &s;o at fir&s;t, the A&s;piring <HI>Popes of Rome,</HI></L>
<L>When they would Kings as wel as Prie&s;ts become</L>
<L>Layd claim, and urgd it their Prerogative</L>
<L>For to di&s;po&s;e of Crowns, and tho&s;e did &s;trive</L>
<L>For to make fru&s;trate, Their &s;o il Intent</L>
<L>They pre&s;ently deprivd of Government,</L>
<L>And then being &s;eated in the Suns bright Carr</L>
<L>They &s;treight involvd all nations in VVarr,</L>
<L>And now the &s;ole Incendiaries be</L>
<L>For to &s;et Crown and Crown at enmity.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Papi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> I do find &s;omething in me prompts me now</L>
<L>The <HI>Popes</HI> u&s;urped power to di&s;avow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Protestant.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L> This man of &s;in doth hold the world in hand,</L>
<L>He holds his Papal power by Chri&s;ts command</L>
<L>And le&s;t the vulgar &s;hould into it pry</L>
<L>He doth lock up the &s;acred Verity,</L>
<L>And feeds the peoples minds with outward glo&s;&s;es.</L>
<L>VVith plea&s;ant mu&s;ick, Images, and Cro&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>VVith Pilgrimages, Offerings, and Oblations,</L>
<L>VVith holy Rood days, and &s;uch recreations.</L>
<L>VVith holy-water, wafer, cakes, and challices,</L>
<L>VVith Copes, &amp; Mitres, Cro&s;iers, &s;uch like &s;allacies</L>
<L>Bewitch the people &s;o, they blindly run</L>
<L>To all exce&s;&s;e of Super&s;tition;</L>
<L>Again, that he his Prie&s;ts may magnifie</L>
<L>To win them honor in the peoples eye</L>
<L>Theyre told, when once the words of con&s;ecration</L>
<L>Are uttred, ju&s;t upon the elevation</L>
<L>Of the bread God, 'tis very Chri&s;t even hee,</L>
<L>VVho for their fins, did &s;uffer on the tree,</L>
<L>O horrid, that a mortal &s;hould create</L>
<L>Even his Creator.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Papi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L> I now &s;ee the &s;tate</L>
<L>That I am in is wretched, and by thee</L>
<L>O happy friend I am converted, &s;ee</L>
<L>I am not as I was, I here lay by</L>
<L>This weed of &s;hame, and now intirely I</L>
<L>VVil be a Prote&s;tant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prote&s;tant.</SPEAKER>
<L> If &s;o</L>
<L>Thy tongue and heart in equipage do go,</L>
<L>Come follow me, and thou wilt find theres none</L>
<L>Of true Belief, but Prote&s;tants alone.</L>
</SP>
<TRAILER>The end of the fifth Se&s;tyad.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="6" TYPE="part">
<PB N="20" REF="11">
<HEAD>THE SIXTH SESTYAD.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The Argument.</HEAD>
<L>Apollo <HI>rageth that the noble bay</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is worn by tho&s;e that do not merit it,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He and &s;he Mu&s;es an amer cement lay</HI></L>
<L><HI>On &s;ome, that tru&s;ting to their &s;or did wit</HI></L>
<L><HI>Do undertake, of things mo&s;t high to &s;ay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet cannot words unto the matter fit:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mean time</HI> Urania <HI>doth in tears deplore</HI></L>
<L><HI>Her</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Quarles.</NOTE> <HI>Peets lo&s;&s;e, who&s;e like &s;hal be no more.</HI></L>
</ARGUMENT>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>HE that doth bear the &s;ilver &s;hining bow</L>
<L>Who&s;e mu&s;ick doth &s;urpa&s;s, that of the &s;phears</L>
<L>VVho &s;lew great <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Ovids Metamoi.</HI> Lib. 1.</NOTE> <HI>Pythan,</HI> and did <HI>Vulcan</HI> &s;how</L>
<L>VVhere <HI>Mars</HI> and <HI>Vanus,</HI> were, to increa&s;e his fears.</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> and <HI>Latonas</HI> &s;on, whom Readers know</L>
<L>In heaven he of <HI>Sol,</HI> the title bears:</L>
<L>In earth he <HI>Liber Pater</HI> called is,</L>
<L>And eke <HI>Apollo</HI> in the &s;hades of <HI>Dis.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>One time, as on the &s;pire of's * Temple hee <NOTE PLACE="marg">At <HI>Delphos</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Did &s;it, he ca&s;t his mo&s;t refulgent eye</L>
<L>Towards <HI>Perna&s;&s;us</HI> Mount, where he might &s;ee</L>
<L>The &s;acred Nine, not now melodiou&s;ly</L>
<L>As they were wont, to chaunt in Jollitie</L>
<L><HI>Apolloes</HI> prai&s;e, and the great <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Jupiter</NOTE> Diety,</L>
<L>That turnd <HI>IO</HI> to a Cow, but now they were</L>
<L>VVith &s;orrow overcome, did joy forheare.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>VVith &s;peed to <HI>Hellicon</HI> he took his flight.</L>
<L>VVhere being come, the Mu&s;es did ari&s;e</L>
<L>And made obeay&s;ance, as was requi&s;ite,</L>
<L>To whom &s;aid <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A name of <HI>Apollo.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Sminthus,</HI> why, with downea&s;t eye,</L>
<L>Are your fair A&s;pects clouded, and why dight</L>
<L>In &s;able weeds, the rea&s;on I &s;urmi&s;e,</L>
<PB N="21" REF="11">
<L>VVhich doth afflict me more, then when my <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Phaeton.</NOTE> &s;on</L>
<L>By tho&s;e unruly Steeds, to death was done.</L>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Shal part of <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Daphne</HI> or the <HI>bay tree.</HI></NOTE> her, whom once I lovd &s;o dear,</L>
<L>Be worn by tho&s;e who&s;e for did minds I hate;</L>
<L>Why do I, for to &s;hoot, the &s;laves forbear,</L>
<L>And with my Arrows, their bre&s;ts penetrate;</L>
<L>Who for to claim the Lawrel do not fear.</L>
<L>Due only unto tho&s;e, who&s;e happy fate</L>
<L>Hath rai&s;ed them, my Prophets for to bee,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e can claim the &s;ame by victorie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>Each fellow now, that hath but had a view</L>
<L>Of the learnd <HI>Phrygians</HI> Fables, groweth bold,</L>
<L>And name of Poet doth to him&s;elf accrew;</L>
<L>That <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">M. P.</NOTE> Ballad maker too, is now extold</L>
<L>With the great name of Poet, <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">J. T.</NOTE> He that knew</L>
<L>Better far how to row, then pen to hold,</L>
<L>His &s;ordid lines, are &s;weld to &s;uch a weight,</L>
<L>Theyre able for to make, his Boat afreight.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>The god of waves hath been my enemy,</L>
<L>El&s;e that ba&s;e Fool, had Haddocks fed ere now.</L>
<L>And <HI>Fennor</HI> might have wrote his Ellegy,</L>
<L>(Another coxcomb) that his wit, to &s;how</L>
<L>Wrote many things, the be&s;t not worth the eye</L>
<L>Of any &s;choolboy, doth his genders know;</L>
<L>But while the Fools I rate, let me not be</L>
<L>Forgetful of tho&s;e writers lovd by me.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Although the <HI>Bard,</HI> who&s;e lines unequalled,</L>
<L>Who only did de&s;erve a Poets name</L>
<L>To my Eternal grief, be long &s;ince dead,</L>
<L>His lines for ever &s;hal pre&s;erve his Fame.</L>
<L>So * his who did &s;o neer his footpaths tread <NOTE PLACE="marg">Samuel Danniel.</NOTE></L>
<L>Who&s;e lines as neer as <HI>Virgils Homers</HI> came,</L>
<L>Do equal <HI>Spencers,</HI> who the &s;oul of ver&s;e</L>
<L>In his admired Poems doth rehear&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<PB N="22" REF="12">
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>But ah who&s;e this who&s;e &s;hade before me &s;tands</L>
<L>O tis the Man, who&s;e Fame the earth doth fil,</L>
<L>VVho&s;e vertue is the talk of Forraign Lands</L>
<L>VVhile they admire his Feats of <HI>Arms</HI> his skil</L>
<L>In Poe&s;ic, while he bove all commands</L>
<L>The Mu&s;es, who &s;o waited on his Quil</L>
<L>That like to <HI>Sidu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">;</HI> none ere wrote before</L>
<L>His birth, not now hees dead &s;hal ere write more.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L>See him who&s;e Tragick Sceans <HI>E&V;RIPIDES</HI></L>
<L>Doth equal, and with <HI>SOPHOCLES</HI> we may</L>
<L>Compare great <HI>SHAKESPEAR ARISTOPHANES</HI></L>
<L>Never like him, his Fancy could di&s;play,</L>
<L>VVitne&s;s-he Prince of <HI>Tyre,</HI> his Pericles,</L>
<L>His &s;weet and his to be admired lay</L>
<L>He wrote of lu&s;tful <HI>Tarquins</HI> Rape &s;hews he</L>
<L>Did under&s;tand the depth of Poe&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L>But <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Drayton.</NOTE> thou dear &s;oul, who&s;e lines when <HI>I</HI> behold</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> do a&s;toni&s;ht &s;tand, of whom Fame &s;ays</L>
<L>By after times, Thy <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Polyolbion.</NOTE> &s;ongs &s;hal be extold</L>
<L>And mentioned be as equalling my lays</L>
<L>Thou who &s;o &s;weetly EDVVARDS woes ha&s;t told</L>
<L>VVhen other Poems; though of worth decays,</L>
<L><HI>Thine</HI> &s;hal be honord, and &s;hal aye &s;ubfi&s;t</L>
<L><HI>In</HI> &s;pight of dark oblions hiding mi&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11.</HEAD>
<L>So * His that Divine PLAUTUS equalled <NOTE PLACE="marg">Ben. Iohn&s;on.</NOTE></L>
<L>Who&s;e Commick vain <HI>MENANDER</HI> nere could hit,</L>
<L>Who&s;e tragick &s;ceans &s;hal be with wonder Read</L>
<L>By after ages for unto his wit</L>
<L>My &s;elfe gave per&s;onal ayd <HI>I</HI> dictated</L>
<L>To him when as <HI>Sejanus</HI> fall he writ,</L>
<L><HI>And</HI> yet on earth &s;ome fooli&s;h &s;ots there bee</L>
<L><HI>That</HI> dare make Randolf his Rival in degree.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>12.</HEAD>
<L>All hail eke unto <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Mr. May.</NOTE> thee that did&s;t tran&s;late</L>
<L>My loved <HI>L&V;CAN</HI> into thine own tongue,</L>
<PB N="23" REF="12">
<L>And what he could not fini&s;h &s;natcht by fate,</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t compleated his ingenuous <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="3 letters">&s;alla.</NOTE> &s;ong</L>
<L>Thy Fame with his &s;hal nere be out of date</L>
<L>Nor &s;hal ba&s;e Momus carpe thy glory wrong,</L>
<L>But of mine own tree, Ile a garland frame</L>
<L>For thee, and mong&s;t my Propets rank thy name,</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>13. <NOTE PLACE="marg">Mr <HI>Brown.</HI></NOTE></HEAD>
<L>So * thine who&s;e rural quil &s;o high doth &s;ound</L>
<L><HI>Theocritus</HI> or <HI>Mantnans</HI> ere could bee</L>
<L>So &s;weet and &s;o &s;ententious ever found</L>
<L>As are thy <HI>Pa&s;torals</HI> of <HI>Britanie,</HI></L>
<L>Thy fame for aye &s;hal to the skies re&s;ound,</L>
<L>And <HI>I</HI> pronounce Thy fluent Poe&s;ie</L>
<L>Singing of &s;hepherds is the be&s;t ere wit</L>
<L><HI>Invented,</HI> and none ere yet equalled it.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>14</HEAD>
<L>Nor thine O <HI>Heywood</HI> worthy to be read</L>
<L>By Kings, who&s;e books of eloquence are &s;uch</L>
<L>Enough in prai&s;e of thee, can nere be &s;ed</L>
<L>Nor can my Ver&s;es, ere extoll too much</L>
<L>Thy reall worth, who&s;e lines unparaled</L>
<L>Although &s;ome envious criticks &s;eem to grutch</L>
<L>Shall live on earth to thy eternall Fame</L>
<L>When theirs in grave &s;hall rot, without a name.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>15</HEAD>
<L>So eke &s;hall yours, great <HI>Davenant, Sherley</HI> and</L>
<L>Thine learned <HI>Goffe, Banmont,</HI> and <HI>Fletchers</HI> to</L>
<L>With <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Mr <HI>Philip Ma&s;&s;enger.</HI></NOTE> his that the &s;weet Renegaddo pend</L>
<L>With <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Mr <HI>Allen.</HI></NOTE> his who <HI>Cre&s;&s;ey</HI> &s;ang, and <HI>Poycters</HI> to</L>
<L>Your works, your names for ever &s;hal commend</L>
<L>Joyned with <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Mr <HI>Nabbs.</HI></NOTE> his, that wrot how <HI>Scipie,</HI></L>
<L>Orethrew great <HI>Hanniball,</HI> his ingenious lines</L>
<L>Shall be a pattern, for the after times.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="16">
<HEAD>16.</HEAD>
<L>Nor will I <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Mr <HI>withers.</HI></NOTE> thee forget who&s;e Poe&s;ie</L>
<L>Is pure, who&s;e Emblems, Satyrs Pa&s;toralls</L>
<PB N="24" REF="13">
<L>Shal live on earth even to Eternity,</L>
<L>Nor * Thee who&s;e Poems loudly on me cals</L>
<L>For my applau&s;e, which here I give, and I <NOTE PLACE="marg">Mr <HI>Randal</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Pronounce <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Mr <HI>Mills</HI></NOTE> his merit, that &s;o high <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="3 letters">tals</L>
<L>The Mu&s;es, in his Night-watch, great to bee,</L>
<L>And times to come &s;hal hugg his Poe&s;ie.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="17">
<HEAD>17.</HEAD>
<L>But why, <HI>&V;rania,</HI> hang&s;t thou &s;o thy head,</L>
<L>What grievous lo&s;s hath re&s;t thy Joys away;</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, knows not <HI>Apollo Q&V;ARLES</HI> is dead</L>
<L>That next to <HI>BARTAS,</HI> &s;ang the heavenli&s;t lay,</L>
<L>And who is he on earth, his &s;teps can tread,</L>
<L>So &s;hal my glory come unto decay;</L>
<L>At this &s;he wept, and wailing wrung her hands,</L>
<L>The Mu&s;es mourning round about her &s;tands.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="18">
<HEAD>18.</HEAD>
<L>Quoth then <HI>Apollo,</HI> lay this grief a&s;ide,</L>
<L>I do a&s;&s;ure thee, that thy honor &s;hal</L>
<L>Not fade, but be far greater Amplified;</L>
<L>Theres one who now upon thy name doth cal,</L>
<L>Who hath by <HI>Clio</HI> formerly been tried,</L>
<L>And by her wel approvd; He &s;urely &s;hal</L>
<L>Succeed great <HI>Quarles,</HI> if thou not f&acirc;te to in&s;pite</L>
<L>And warm his Bo&s;ome with thy hotte&s;t fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="19">
<HEAD>19.</HEAD>
<L>Hereat &s;he cheared was, and now a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter"> ear&s;t</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> in the mid&s;t, the Mules Nine</L>
<L>Began to &s;ing, CLIO, <HI>Joves</HI> Deeds rehear&s;t</L>
<L>VVhen he the Gyants pa&s;ht, her &s;ong Divine</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> &s;hapt his tyre unto, where fir&s;t</L>
<L>I did &s;et &s;orth I mu&s;t again decline:</L>
<L>What &s;hallow fools &s;hal prate I do not care,</L>
<L>Fly Thou my Book to tho&s;e that Learned are.</L>
<L><HI>Nunquam me Impune lace&s;&s;it.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>The end of the &s;ixth and la&s;t Se&s;tyad.</TRAILER>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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