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Light Christendome, and all the world to fee
We hate Romes whore, with all her trumpery.
Go on brave Effex with a Loyal heart,
Not falfe to King, nor to the better part;
But those that hurt his people and his Crown,
As duty binds, expel and tread them down."
And ye brave Nobles chafe away all fear,
And to this hopeful Caufe closely adhere;

O Mother can you weep, and have such Peers,
When they are gone, then drown your self in tears
If now you weep fo much, that then no more [201]
The briny Ocean will o'reflow your shore.
These, these are they I trust, with Charles our King,
Out of all mists fuch glorious dayes fhall bring;

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That dazled eyes beholding much shall wonder
At that thy fetled peace, thy wealth and splendor.
Thy Church and weal establish'd in fuch manner,
That all shall joy, that thou display'dft thy Banner;
And difcipline erected fo I trust,

That nurfing Kings fhall come and lick thy duft:
Then Juftice fhall in all thy Courts take place,
Without refpect of perfon, or of cafe;

Then Bribes fhall ceafe, & Suits fhall not stick long
Patience and purfe of Clients oft' to wrong:

m Go on brave Effex, thew whofe fon thou art, Not falfe to King, nor Countrey in thy heart,

"By force expell, deftroy, and tread them down: Let Gaoles be fill'd with th' remnant of that pack, And sturdy Tyburn loaded till it crack,

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Then high Commiffions fhall fall to decay,
And Purfivants, and Catchpoles want their pay.
So fhall thy happy Nation ever flourish,

When truth & righteousnes they thus fhall nourish
When thus in peace, thine Armies brave send out,
To fack proud Rome, and all her Vaffals rout;
There let thy Name, thy fame, and glory' fhine,
As did thine Ancestors in Palestine:

And let her spoyls full pay, with Interest be,
Of what unjustly once the poll'd from thee.

Of all the woes thou canft, let her be sped,

And on her pour the vengeance threatned;

Bring forth the Beast that rul'd the World with's beck, And tear his flesh, & fet your feet on's neck;

And make his filthy Den fo defolate,

To th' ftonishment of all that knew his state:

This done with brandifh'd Swords to Turky goe, [202]
For then what is't, but English blades dare do,
And lay her wafte for fo's the facred Doom,
And do to Gog as thou haft done to Rome.
Oh Abraham's feed lift up your heads on high,
For fure the day of your Redemption's nigh;
The Scales fhall fall from your long blinded eyes,
And him you fhall adore who now despise,
Then fulness of the Nations in fhall flow,
And Jew and Gentile to one worship go;
Then follows dayes of happiness and reft;
Whose lot doth fall, to live therein is bleft:

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No Canaanite fhall then be found i'th' Land,
And holinefs on horfes bells fhall ftand.*
If this make way thereto, then figh no more,
But if at all, thou didst not fee't before;
Farewel dear Mother, righteft caufe" prevail,
And in a while, you'le tell another tale.

"In that day shall there be upon the bells of the horses, HOLINESS UNTO THE LORD; . . . and in that day there shall be no more the Canaanite in the house of the Lord of hosts.”—ZECH. xiv. 20, 21.

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An Elegie upon that Honou- [203]

rable and renowned Knight Sir Philip Sidney,
who was untimely flain at the Siege

of Zutphen, Anno, 1 5 8 6.*

Hen England did enjoy her Halfion dayes,

When

Her noble Sidney wore the Crown of Bayes;

As well an honour to our British Land,

As fhe that fway'd the Scepter with her hand;

* So many changes were made in this poem in the second edition, and so much of the original was omitted, that it is here given entire as it appeared in the first edition.

An Elegie upon that Ho

nourable and renowned Knight,

Sir Philip Sidney, who was untime-
ly flaine at the Seige of Zutphon,
Anno 1586.

By A. B. in the yeare, 1638.

Hen England did injoy her Halfion dayes,

Her noble Sidney wore the Crown of Bayes;
No leffe an Honour to our British Land,

Then the that sway'd the Scepter with her hand:

Mars and Minerva did in one agree,

Of Arms and Arts he fhould a pattern be,
Calliope with Terpsichore did fing,

Of Poefie, and of mufick, he was King;
His Rhetorick ftruck Polimina dead,
His Eloquence made Mercury wax red;

His Logick from Euterpe won the Crown,

More worth was his then Clio could fet down. Thalia and Melpomene fay truth,

(Witnefs Arcadia penned in his youth,)

Are not his tragick Comedies fo acted,
As if your ninefold wit had been compacted.

Mars and Minerva did in one agree,

Of Armes, and Arts, thou should'ft a patterne be.

Calliope with Terpfechor did fing,

Of Poefie, and of Mufick thou wert King;

Thy Rhethorick it struck Polimnia dead,

Thine Eloquence made Mercury wax red;

Thy Logick from Euterpe won the Crown,

More worth was thine, then Clio could fet down.
Thalia, and Melpomene, fay th' truth,
(Witneffe Arcadia, penn'd in his youth)
Are not his Tragick Comedies fo acted,

As if your nine-fold wit had been compacted;

To fhew the world, they never faw before,

That this one Volumne fhould exhauft your store.

I praise thee not for this, it is unfit,

This was thy fhame, O miracle of wit:

Yet doth thy fhame (with all) purchase renown,

What doe thy vertues then? Oh, honours crown!

In all records, thy Name I ever see,

Put with an Epithet of dignity;

Which thewes, thy worth was great, thine honour fuch,

The love thy Country ought thee, was as much.

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