THE EAGLE-TRUSSERS ELEGIE.

A Tract Bewailing the Losse of that Incompa­rable Generalissimo.

Gustavus Adolphus, The great King of Sweden,

Who after manifold and Glorious Victories, left his life also Triumphantly and Laureated at the Famous Battle of L [...]TZEN▪ the Sixth of November, Anno 1632.

ByG. T. Eq;

LONDON, Printed for Charls Webb at the Boare's Head in St Paul's Church-yard 1660.

Fame mounted on her nimble [...]inge as hygh
As well shee mought without impeachment by
Celestiall heate, and ayded with a tackle
Of seuerall engins, euen to miracle▪
Aduertising the senses; here imployes
Her Trumpetts, her innumerous [...]ares & eyes,
Throughout our generall hemisphere, to tell
The strife of tongu's▪ the [...]oe the joye befell,
When our supr [...]amest Egle-trussing cheife,
The great GUSTAVUS, of his massi [...] life,
Exanimated was▪ Shee nere has flow'n
Soe high [...] a pitch before, has never blow'n
So [...] discrepant a medley, with soe cleare
A candor forthe; soe yt Benvolio, heere
But listninge well, thou hast ye distant, prime,
Lowde, severall, clashinge passions of ye tyme.

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To the Reader.

SIR,

AFter a sad attraction by the per passionate dictates of Fame, to become her A­manuensis; and an En­deavour in dilating the Stenographie▪ to garnish it with fitting height and colours; the collection was intentionally presented an Honourable Personage, who had very long and sig­nally, obliged my services; but since the Project became a Posthumus, the Pen and Presse also but slubbering up what should have been done in Print, it has necessarily put me upon this farther revise; wherein if either the style [...]e quarrell'd for high and difficult, or the method as singular and over-fancied, yet the concernment of that incompara­ble [Page] The Teuto­ [...]ck for [...]ero's. Held Gustavus Adolphus, may justly challenge a note beyond Ela; for so was Godfrey of Bulloign's mettle upon mettle, such an elegant Soelechism, as said him able to refine the most staynand to the most honourable bearing: Thus with his transcendent influence could our Ed­ward the black Prince, irradiate that praeposterous attribute, to set him super­superlatively off, and with ar [...]etorick far above the common rate of Conquerors: Nor is it improbable, that a fame excel­sly culminating, and as briskly sensible, should with her swift extravagancy com­plicate the distant contrarieties ensewing, since our Books will witnesse, that she could of yore observe (notwithstanding a vast tract of Land and Sea between) the great Battels of Plataeae in Boe­tia, and Micale in Jonia, both deci­ded the same day; Nay, thus in the [Page] reign of Domitian, was the defeate of Lucius Antonius in Germany, brought to Rome by her the same day, though above two thousand miles distant▪ so that the severall premises considered, I have fittingly presented this volatile dis­covery, by the Latitude and Plenipotence of her relation; and rather preferr'd a de­vious method and an epick-stile, where the common road was disproportionable, Nei­ther is that Shop to be valued, which has not Cloath for Croesus as well as Co­drus, and then again for Cyrus above Croesus; after which account presented the benevolent and knowing Reader (without resenting any bolted breath of others) I subscribe my self

His affectionate Servant G. T.

Persius redivivus.

EN post limini [...] redivivus Persius extat,
Romano-mastix qui fuit egregius
At non ut quondam Romanus: Persius, Anglus
Jam fit, & Angligenas i [...]sequitur satyris.
Mira [...]: Vis & ardor, spiritus idem:
Conveniunt ambo carmine, voce, stylo.
Rideat hìc Momus quae non intelligit, atque
Invideat Zotlus quae superare nequit.
R. L.

THE Eagle-trussers ELEGIE.

Fame in Person.

CAn Hamath then the great, and populous
Or Alexan­dria.
No,
Turn into rubble thus? must Eurus so
With scatter'd nets of Caterpillers, sup
The flower of Libanon, and Bashan up?
Is all our pomp, but straw and stubble, blown
Before the wind? Ye sons of men take down
Your swelling sayls, call laughter mad, reply
To joy, What dost thou? Howl, o howl, ye high
And mighty Cedars, knowing that your breath,
Is likewise in your nostrils: meager Death
Implacably the fairest Eden turns
A desolate wildernesse, to powder churns
The most anointed Cherub: even our great
Gustavus, how invictly whilome set
[Page 2] On his high places, now again goes less,
Acknowledging the worm his brother. This
Victorious Machabeus, (had he been
But a
Ita quasi lon­gaevus.
Macrobius, even a Constantine,
It might have trophe'd him,) this chosen shaft,
In his illustrious range, surmounting oft
The highest Eagle; he that measur'd hath
The bridle of our bondage, tyrannous Gath,
And all her susters, with a line of woo,
To plunder and demolish; payning so
The bitter rage, the famine, fire, slaught,
Of Heydleberg, and others; this devout
Dread
In eight mo­neths he took in 80 Citties, Castles, and Sconce [...] in Pomerland, and Mechlen­bou [...]g.
Polyorcetes, this high extoll'd,
And eldest son of thunder, now is roll'd
Up in his leaden sheet. But out alas!
How am I here surpriz'd? and such a crosse
Impetuous conclamation now alarm's
My multiplicite eare, as almost storms
It into deafnesse; even alasse so lowd
Oppugning and tempestuous noyses crowd
And clash together, such a farce of passions,
Such worlds of
Pleadings, or orations.
Harangs, broken ejulations,
Ignatian shoutings,
A kind of threatning clamour used by the Romans, when joyning battel.
Barrits, burning vows,
Even such a Chorus in combustion plowes
The Welkin, I can hardly keep my wing
To paraphrase the which, running this string
A little des [...]ant.—

Fame in Chorus.

Hark how Futio cryes
Victoria. Horne is broken, Arnheym flyes,
The Saxonies comply not: nay this fond
Obstreperous blurt will boast not having don'd
[Page 3] His armour, yet as loud, as if about
To put it off; and then with many a shout
At our disaster, irreligious Gotz,
His nest of
Souldiers so taking after plunder, that the word became by it in disgrace, & to be taken for a theife.
Brigands, his
A Brigade is a body more numerous then a Regi­ment, some­time as big as two.
Brigado, whets
Againe to blood and rapine; at whose din,
Both
Two towns in Pomerland, which after the Citizens had first been tortured and ravished, were plundered and burnt by the [...]mperialists.
Vckermound and Pasewalk, piecing in,
Sollicit vengeance; this the Butcher, this
The rigid Arab, sleep'st thou Nemesis?
These are the leaches daughters; then they shed
Innumerous teares, with Out Alas our dread
Alas our dead Adolphus! yet the while
Are these again so Shuffel'd, with a shrill
And crackling laughter, as some wildernesse
Of thorns were burning;
Monacum, or Camb [...]dunum, one of the neatest Cities of Germany, & appertain­ing to the Ba­varian.
Munchen crying thus,
Thus would we have it. I, quoth
Angelostadi­um▪ or Aurea­polis, one of strongest pie­ces of Germany, where the Jesuits have an Academy.
Ingolstadt,
Now for your copper King. And hear'st thou not
How furious a
The boysterous noyse of Armies when in battail.
Vacarm is joyntly made,
By the fierce Saxon, the victorious Swede,
The Frank, the Finlander? even how they drown
The world with clamor, make the champion groan
Beneath their prauncings? hear'st thou not, I say,
What thundring Canonades, promiscuous bray
Of ratling drums? or how the
A word of art used by the French for the sound of Trumpets.
Fanfars rage?
Or how the Fifes? and then what store of fledge,
And whistling lead, with On again, and charge,
And justice, and Adolphus? or how large
A throat pragmatical Ignatius sets
Wide open at it? or how
The chief Commander of the Boores, opposing the Evangelicals.
Shwendy beats
The livid ayre with hubbubs?—

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Fame in Person.

I might stile
The lumber almost deafing like to Nile
Amongst his Catadupes, still adding that
Of Scelestadt or Schlestadt,
Perhaps the correption of civitas-scelesta, since accor­dingly situate upon a River named Ill.
situate
With such a bitter brand; of Sainté-ville,
Eusebia Vrijburge now so dreading ill
To her municip laws; of
Colonel Ge­nerall of the Crabats, or Croats men of Croatia, the b being added for the fuller sound.
Isolaine
With his Crabats, (or call them else unclean
Devouring Harpyes,) and a passionate rabble
Of clamorous others, disproportionable
To my discourse: besides if weighing well
The dreadfull medley, what nefarious toil,
May find a perfect, and a continued Passion,
Amongst these broken ends, with fit relation
Claiming the Muses? so that I should here
Be silencing abruptly, yet, my dear
Panaretus, must then thy bitter moan,
Passe as a serpent over-glides a stone,
And with no tract behind? why, maugre all
This strife of tongues, some lucid intervall
May now and then, perhaps, advantage us,
With thee upon his estimate; and thus,
(The noise even now relenting,) now thou cryest,

Fame in Proxie.

Panaretus.
Come death, advance thee boldly, wherefore fleest
Thou such a precious wretch? I, now thy plaints
Are luculent enough, imposing rents,
Sackcloth and dust, for beauty, dernings up,
Scarlet, and balm. Nay, with a tedious troop
Of prodigies, thou bid'st the terrene rocks
Weepe into fens and meers with inter-shocks,
[Page 5] The marine cliffes be rudely tumbled o're,
Removing Sea-marks, puzling all the shore
With creeks and Chersoneses; dost enjoyn
The
A hill in O­ver-pfaltz, out of which, the Egar, the Me [...]nus, the Sala, and the Nabus, run four dif­ferent waies.
Feichtelbourge, augument his weeping eyne
To Poes and Danubies; the Pyramid
So valuing
This Tower is said to be 578 paces high.
Straesburgh, his aethereal head
Be now shrunk in with anguish;
A Lake in Gothia, recei­ving into it 24 Rivers, & em­ptying them al at one mouth, with such a horrid noise, that tis named The Devils-head.
Weret rore,
As disimboguing even an hundred more
Than twenty rivers; bid'st unrip the tyles
Of sumptuous
A hill in the Citty of Prague, built with many Noble mens houses.
Rachine, thatch it now with quils
Of wrathfull Porpentines, or pinions rather
By Dragons moulted, or with many a feather
Of rigorous
Alien [...]m tol­lens, one of the Harpyes.
Aello; doest condemn
Her golden fretted rooms to Ohim, Jim,
Iackals, and Satyrs; blendest all the stars
With flaming
Properly such swords as have indented edges.
Virolets, with fiery spears,
Injoyning
Xiphii, bla­zing and bearded stars.
Xiphius, that his burning brand
A new he raging, further still portend
To Diadems, and Scepters; and that Sol
Or doffe his golden hair, or in a caule
Of sad and ru [...]ty vapours, wind it up,
As relatives appertient to the cup
Of trembling given us; and with such a grosse
Of dismall symptomes to bewail the losse
Of our Adolphus: then with hideous passion
At the disaster, and in contemplation
Of what may thence ensue, he bellows out,
He still proceeds, with O what resolute
Bonarges left us now, to counterpoise
The fierce Gran-torto? he that so destroyes
Our Lambs, and Turtles, nay the very Kid
While in his Mother's milk; nay children hid
[Page 6] Even in their tender
The skin in which the child at his birth is wrap­ped.
Seconds. (O my soul,
Oppose, abhorre his secret.) Look when all
A tedious Barnaby, the Wolfe has lyen
In holts, and hollowes, as the shades begin
To lengthen out, to russet every light
Dis-colour'd object, throughly hunger-bit,
He waxes gant and grim; and Sol, once gone
To the sea-shingle hence for pearl, upon
His morrow-grasse to melt, rages, and raves,
Barking at Cynthia, tearing open graves,
And sheep-coats, and with many a horrid prank
Frighting the Champion: such, and far more rank
His rage has been; and among mountains rude,
Of ashes, rubble, shatter'd spars, imbrewd
With Rivolets of gore. Loe where the broyl'd
And crumpled geniusses, of poor despoyl'd
Cities burnt by the Imperi­alists.
New-Brandenburg, of miserable Gartz,
Infer as much. And thou regret of hearts,
Dear
Aliàs Mag­denburg the City of Mai­dens.
Parthenopolis, imbroder'd late
With high and bossie work of Temples great,
Of aquaducts, of guilds, of bulwarks dread,
Burses, and
Places ap­pointed for tryall of Ma­steries, especi­ally shooting: the word it self signifying ag­ger, a But.
Doels, and even as turreted
As Berecynthia; how art thou become
An empty peece in plano, but a roome
For moles, and worms to cast in? where alas
Thy ruddy virgins now? where all the grosse
Of thy couragious youth, and those thy heads,
So hatch'd with reverend silver? nay, which breeds
Excessive horror, even the sepulchers
Of very
The Mar­quesse of On­spach and his Ancestors Tombes rifled by the Impe­rialists; who had done the like also to the Duke of Saxo­nies Ancestors, if not diverted by a ransome of 80000 Dollars.
Princes, girt with iron bars,
And Palisado's, built of massie, tough,
And boysterous marble, yet are pettie proof,
[Page 7] Against his hungry clutches. O let all
Such impious pillage, rankle into gall;
Be like the gold of Tholouse, or the theft
Of the
Such a Bird, as snatching meat from the Altar, carries a Coal with it to her Nest.
Spinternix. But alass, who left
To serve this execution? our elate,
Unparallel'd Adolphus, knew to meat
Him with the bread of tears, to hamper him,
Sometime by force, anon by stratagem,
In some disert unextricable net:
Where like a savage Bull, he full of sweat,
Of swarthy foame, of dirt, and ordure base,
Lay stomachfully plunging; when alasse,
Who now I say?—

Fame in Chorus.

Chor.
But here the generall rout
Complies again, and in so vast a shout,
With so much horror, rages up to heaven,
Like twenty Babels, that I must be driven
To spar mine ears up, lest their silver drums
Be crackt or rudely beaten out: Nor comes
Now in my randome save a jangling farse
Of mutes, and visibles; save to reherse
The thwart, the crossly-grain'd imagerie,
That still Armado-like within mine eye
Floats up and down; and with innumerous sorts
Of postures, mines, patheticall deports,
And ocular relations, up to dresse
This empty chasme: yet, as if all excesse
Imply'd inconstancy, the lumber here
Declines already, seising not mine ear
With pristine horror; nay, as climing up
Ascents, and hills, abruptly often chop
[Page 8] Into low vallies, now it sinks so much,
That I return me to the further speech
Of our Panaretus: or wherefore dream
I such an ayrie Castle, since for him,
Loe where distended, at the rotten root
Of an old doting Pollard, breathing out
His last he lyes; nor flexible to speak,
Save now and then Adolphus; or in weak,
And fumbling well-aways I know not what,
Of death and Sweden. Therefore here, my plot
Must be to change the scene; I, I, so fails
The wind in poynt, that we must vere our sails,
And now make ready for another board,
Hail the main boling there, I so, port hard;
And sweetest Zephyre, with propitious store
Of fragrant breath, spur up our boat so hore,
So bright a pace, as Neptune also boast
His Galaxia: for some other coast
Bear up I say, and while we snugly run
Thus on this second tack, behold how soon
The virtuous
The word signifies one that has a shrill voyce.
Calasaster, fully fraught
With wofull threnes, and now already brought
Under our lee, pathetickly supplies
Mine ear again; I, hark how shrill he cryes.

Fame in Proxie.

Calasaster.
Calas. Comes all our hope to this? and beating then
His wofull breast, why loe the man of men,
Even he whose goodnesse in his greatnesse sate
Like Diamonds in gold; and where of late,
So many mighty can alledge but words;
But Abram was our father, or the birds,
And empty beasts of Heralds; far beyond
[Page 9] This shell of poor formality, was crown'd
With reall noblenesse; he that could do,
What others but discourse; and oft, as two
Or three left-berries, may be found upon
A gather'd Olive's upmost boughs, was one
Of our best patterns, even the most admir'd
Exemplar left us, is alasse expir'd.
O that some chambering Jezebel that toyles
In search of Philters, Cullices, and Oyles,
To polish off the skin, and cock the blood;
Between him, and the dart of death had stood:
Or some ignoble soothing Polype, who
Can fit his foot still to the present shoo,
How grossely patch'd: or death for him had met
Some purple churle, or hideous monster, set
Within the scorner's chaire; these are the thorns,
The bulls of Bashan, that with tyrannous horns,
So daily charge us; if decorting these,
We would have sung his dart, hung it with Bays,
And Garlands; but alas the wicked, still
Enlarge their lines; encrease their housholds, till
They be like flocks of sheep; are fully fed
With milk and marrow; Jubal, and his seed,
Ingrosse the Lute, the Harp, they shine as stars
Of the first magnitude: O what deferrs
Unevitable justice? where alas,
In what untrodden rigid wilderness,
What rough
Certain hills of E [...]irus, much torne with thunder.
Ceraunian hills, or sea unknown,
Is all the thunder spent, there should be none,
For such a base, licentious, execrable?
But softly swift, how at this wicked rabble
Art thou perverted thus? I hollow ho;
[Page 10] And wherefore, wretched Adam, run'st thou so
Stiff-necked a rebellion? dar'st thou cope
With Him, to whom the Nations but a drop
Are of a Bucket? Shall what grasse but growes
Upon the house-top, and with which who mowes
Fills not his hand, yet quarrell the decree
Of Him that spans the Heav'ns, and shuts the Sea
Within his Fist? Shall weak inferiour clay,
Prescribe the freedom of the Potter? nay,
Of the Creator? Likewise, what if here
The wicked often thrive, and houses rear
Among their desolate places, till the measure
Of sin be crying-full, that they may treasure
Wrath for the day of wrath; why yet but mark
The sequel, and behold they toyl in dark
And slippery waies, thou wilt at length report
Their blisse a hearth of thorns, whose shine is short,
Whose crackling empty; or but, in compare,
Like to some upland Torrent; and thus are
The suddain brooks of desart Arabie,
As soon again exhal'd fainting the dry
Approaching Caravans. Retract I say;
For though perhaps they bravely bustle may,
And branch it here a while; yet in the morn
Of our refreshing, from among the corn,
They shall severely cribadg'd be to dwell
With everlasting burnings; when the while
Gustavus and our holy zelots swim
(O happy souls!) in a celestiall stream
Of Allelujahs; are as fill'd with blisse
(Immensly happy men!) as cover'd is
The Sea with water; shall I say decor'd
[Page 11] With palms, & crowns, & throns: ô hast the Lord,
Come quickly Holy Jesus! ô my heart
How art thou swallow'd up with the transport
Of heavenly touches!

Fame in Person.

I, the Calasast
Is here extatically so possest,
And sweetly silenc'd, that dismissing him,
Withdrawn a while, I rather now declaim
The woful
The Word imports an up­right and sin­cere person.
Degen-heart; for though at
This was Wallensteins Castle in Mo­ravia.
Znaim,
Imprison'd rigorously, his grief has yet
Such a Cathedrall voice, as at the grate
I hear him cry,—

Fame in Proxy.

Degen.
How are we now forlorn
Beyond a Comforter? how must I mourn
Like a sad Harp, or lowdly-howling Shalm,
For this interment? he that tore the palm
From all their glorious Chiefs, our strength, our stay,
The royall Sweden's gone! Be this a day
Of dread, of breaking down, of crying out
To hills and mountains, who shall prosecute
For any temper now? the lincks off shall,
The bolts off must, will now imprison all
Our Aequilibrium. Now let
The Branden bourgs chiefe City.
Berlin howl,
And curdle all her faces milk, with foul,
With brackish water-floods; and also that
Couragious
Or Eegodu­num, a famous Mart Town of Germany wa [...]tered with the Pegnitz.
Noremberg, so sung of late,
And high above the hatches; humbly now
Must kisse the rod, must supplicately bow;
Or being over-power'd, live in grones,
And dye in shackells: then even he that runs
[Page 12] May read thy perill
The Saxons chief City.
Dresden: therefore call
For curious Engineers, new-build thy wall
Of Bitumen and Mil-stones, lining it
With Terrene Thunderers, both infinite,
And of the royal size; see how he layes
For novell Levies, traversing his waies
Like a swift Dromedary, how recreuts
His shatter'd grosse anew, with bloody sutes
Of
Croatians and Mo [...]avians.
Quads and Crabbats; now the rende-vous
Is made at
Two passes betw [...]en Pra­gue and Saxony
Luitmaritz; now Gallas shews
Us all his angry teeth, marching the van,
As far as
The second passe.
Ausig; while that counterpain
Of Caesar's fury, that immense, renoun'd,
Prodigious
Walstein, so named of his Dukall City, situate be­tween Bohemia and Lusatia.
Fridlander, (begirt around
With Rodo-monts,
Such Gen­tlemen of com­panies, as re­ceive extorar­dinary pay.
Appointees, Reformad's,
Cids, Epigons,
The Spanish do extoll their Gyds, as we our King Arthur or Guy of War­wick.
and other martiall blades
Boasting the Feofments Medalls dooble payes,
And other donatives,
Such as are both born and bred up in the Wars.
wherewith the'yr daies
Are rich enamil'd, while this termagant
D [...]ctator seconds him; and then so rant
Does
A Holsteiner Field-Marshal to VValstein.
Hulke up with the formidable rear,
As presupposes both a flood of fire,
And blood in such abundance, that dismisse
We likewise now the fair Herbipolis,
(or call it Wortzberg) so to be deflowr'd,
So miserably starv'd and over-power'd
With twitch and weeds, that where shal Galen now
Go seek alas for simples! also thou
So jovial Bacharah, that hast thy name
From Bacchus altars, and a fluent stream
Of pretious wine exported, break, ô break
Thy chirping roomers! What symposiack
[Page 13] Can now be seas'nable? he comes, he comes,
His fier-locks are ready span'd, his drums
Beat with an Emphasis; what shall I say
To
Two Cities in the Palati­na [...].
Creutznatch, Frankenthal, but that their day
Of doom is likewise near; ô wring your hands
Submit, submit your necks, 'tis iron bands,
And cuffs you now must wear; the glorious blood
Of honourable Craven and Fairfax shed
Among your parapets, now proves in vain;
The product of it, the result, the gain,
Will soon be sworded out; and for his spight
To thee poor Heidelberg, thou hast been writ
In Capitals, and with a coal, and long
In his black book, thou shalt be made a song,
A by-word, even a proverb of reproach,
A very heape, a hissing, even a wretch
Beyond expression, tush his Cuyrassiers
Will quaffe up
Two Rivers in Saxony.
Elve, and Elster.—

Fame in Person.

Here with tears,
While eke our Degen-heart is suffocate;
Nor his huge Iron-voice articulate,
But thickly rivited with many a yell,
With many a groan, that hacks and mangles all.
He sayes to Non-sense, I must lightly fleck
From hence again, declining him, to speak
The furious heat of
The Flower­deluce.
Iris; loe her head
As tough and masculinely helmeted,
As e're Minerva's; and like her she hands
A threatning spear; nor poorly condescends
By Sweden's expiration to go lesse,
[Page 14] And leave her wing; but roundly does professe
The side of Justice; Ganymedes bird
Must render an account, for having stirr'd
The coals so fiercely; must restore a throng
Of glorious pennage, practically wrung
From the pacifick
The Halci­on.
Authè,
The Red­breast.
Silvia sweet
The Dove, the
The bird of Paradise, or of God, as this word signifies in the Moluc­co [...]s.
Manucodiat, with a flight
Of others as deplum'd.—

Fame in Proxie.

Iris.
Doe doe, recall,
Quoth this Virago, (fiercely therewithall
Grinding her teeth;) I, do but reckon up
The time of yore, and many a dismall stoup
Has this unsaturable aery made,
With many a sharking Vulture, many a glead,
My breast dilacerating; on revenge
Hang out the bloody [...]ur-coat; help us change
Our Pike-heads into Stings, with so much store
Of VVolfbane being smeer'd, and Hellebore,
That all our serred ranks, and squadrons rage
Like charging Hydraes, Hydra-like engage:
Come come, make ready there, advance the shot;
So so, now charge him home, pour all your hot,
And hissing lead into his bosome; were
But Sweden's Obit to be reckoned for,
Why yet the dearest souls, and essences,
Of manifold Re-publicks, Cities, Princes,
And mighty Monarchs, in his bosome met
Concentrically; made it their retreat,
Their generall subterfuge; Come then, arise
Thou dread A drastria, draw thy bloud-shot eyes
Upon this rigorous brood.—

Fame in Person.

But here the late
Impetuous fragor does importunate
My deaf again; so like a multitude
Of many raging waters, every loud,
Each shriller accent drowning; that my verse
Must now the second time become a farse
Of mines, of postures, of dilacerate hair,
Hands wringing, plaudits, many a passionate pair
Of dissentaneous hands, promiscuously
Clapping and wringing. Now must the supply
Be meerly visibles; convitious mowes,
Breasts beaten, gaudy capers;—

Fame in Chorus.

Chor.
At out woes,
Loe there a sort of Drablers and
Of Bidet, a small Nag up­on which such horse-mens Boyes use to follow their Masters.
Bedees,
Cast up their caps, and leap, as if the brees
Now gave upon their reer, or else were beating
Their quarters up; and mainly aggravating
The hideous bustle, somewhat off from these,
Within a plump of old and mighty trees,
That like the pillars of a roomthy Church,
With corpulent and lofty bodies, arch
The green and brushie seeling, here behold
A pravity of monstrous, manifold,
Crabats and Gourtesans, so likewise set
Upon the merry pin, and over-heat
With heady draughts, with brimmers over-flow'd,
That wildly vapouring into scuffles, bloud,
And mutuall slaughter; they reflect again
The drunken Lapithes, and Centaurs, slain
[Page 16] At Hippodamia's wedding. Yonder look
How passionate
Bishop of VVortsbourg, and Duke of Franconia, dri­ven out of his Country by the King of Sweden▪
Hasfelt bustles, up to stoke
Whole forrests into Bone-fire; which as fast
The
A Country upon the Ri­ver Mayne, di­vided into se­verall Earl­doms, siding with Gustavus.
Weterawes sad severall Princes haste
To dash out with their tears. Nor these alone
Dissolve so much, but see where
Bogislaus then Duke of Stetin and Pomeren.
Pomeren,
And eke the
John Albert, then Duke of Mechlinbourge.
Machlinbourger, and even swarms
Of Lords, and Roytelets, are sighing storms
For their Augustus, such an anagram
As without torture prophecy'd the name
Gustavus highly glorious; to proceed
As I have known a draught so fanciefy'd,
Per pale so parted into ridge and rivell
As with a glorious Angell has a devill
Commistly blended; let me here display
Where powder'd captain Encombommata
So ranckly vapors eke, and brandishes
His Kilzadog, that pens and standishes
O quitt ye well; our Madam-gentles now
Shall caroll out his worth forsooth, and how
He rants and rages, if the surly Swed
With his bent brow to Monsieur Muri-ced
Reduce him not. Here have I found again
A rabblement of shavelings Tridentine
(Or we may call it Legion else as well,
For they are many) here I say with all
The gods of their Pantheon high and low,
Even all their puppetry, their trinckets, how
In a triumphant superstitious file
(As pleyted as a hedge of thorns the while
And as extended) how they rome about,
(May we but guesse by posture) shrilling out
[Page 17] iô to mighty Wallstein, who good man
While our Adolphus dyed a Laureat, ran
Most resolutely Prageward. I have found
Likewise a little distant, Atè woun'd
In Laynez armes, and now they part and run
Gesticulating wildly up and down,
Like Deer before a tempest, now embrace,
And newly hug each other, now they dress
Their heads with Lawrell, now their bills of fare
Bespeak Podridaes, and they Printing are
For Pageants, Bonfires, Conduits running wine,
Garments of Trophee-work (in brief) design
A most insulting joy, my next relation
Must be the sad and desolate condition
Of Worms, of Frankfort (by the golden bull
Intrusted with the splendid monopoll
Of making Caesars,) and again of Spire,
Of Wittenborgh so full of zelous fire
And Orthodoxall light; and how do these
For their Adolphus now like bullrushes
Calamitously quake and hang the head:
How now for Sack-cloath, cineritian bread
Even such a penance as both man and beast
Full lowly layes, piaculerly post
Their eager sanctions; ô the bitter fewd
The mortall medly that the world is brew'd,
Combusted with, in present; there aloft
A most stupendious pile whose aerie shaft
May play with Tenarif for pike and place,
The Empe­ror's chief councellor, Duke of Cru­man.
Lo [...] Eggenborgh in a prospective-glasse
(That learned Kepler made, and far and near
Could throughly roomage all our hemisphear)
[Page 18] Be-jearing Oxenstern; then must I tell
How now for grief the Baltick Sea-nymphes vail
Their faces with a wash of Cepiaes ink;
And still of other desolat's that drink
Despaire like water in; to ballance which,
(And hail thou happy season ushering such
A temper in) Mine eye has likewise spy'd
Where in Campania
One of the just pretenders to the Duke­dome of Saxo­ny extorted from his An­cestors by Charles the 5.
Weymer does divide
His conquering Grosse: now being in the van,
Now in the reer; and on a
A kind of extraordinary Jennet bred upon the Pire­nian Moun­tains.
Lavedan,
(As Volteger, as ever
The horses of Achilles,
Balius was,
As ever
The horses of Achilles,
Zanthus) how from place to place
He nimbly flyes, demonstrating right hands
Sent him from
Field-Mar­shall under the Duke of Saxony.
Arnheim; which so countermands
The deafning hurley, with a blaze of hope
Becalming some, so roughly swallowing up
Some other in distrust and suddain fear,
That farwell Mutes and Visions, now mine ear
Distinguishes again; and of the low
Dejected residue, condoling so,
So miser-made at Swedens expiration,
Nor to be comforted, does with the passion
Of
Quasi VVa [...]r­mond, Tom Tell [...]roth.
Pharamond present us, such an odde
A Mister wight, so blunt an Antipode
To ruffling mischief, that behold his face
All rigge and furrow, and his limbs (alas!)
So tenter'd out, and torn, with rods, with racks,
Strapadoes, and the like, my bosome akes,
And trembles at it: Nay, though Pasher late
Has rent him Sparrow-mouth'd with gagging, yet
He still so lashes out, so renders truth
In all her nakednesse, that full of ruth,

Fame in Proxie.

Phar.
Is then, quoth he, our mightiest Sweden dead?
On vengeance, on! or if thy feet be Lead,
Yet hast thou Iron-hands. Ye bloody crew,
And of incestuous
A great Flye, of four wings, an Emblem of over-hot mar­riages, such as the Austrian Princes use.
Hanitons; 'tis you,
'Tis you that did it; if we may prevent
Th' assassinating Butchers,
Captain of a Horse troop. A joynt conspi­rator with Quint, for the murther of Gustavus.
Baptist, Quint:
Come
The King is said to be slain by a Trooper of his Regi­ment.
Picolomoni, come open tort,
Come ball and powder, his presumptuous mart
And carelesse of the
He was, when slain, without d [...]fen­sive armes and only in a plain Suite of Spa­nish leather.
Cuyrasse, will betray
Him quickly to your fury. Thus I say,
Though
The Sir name of the Austrian Emperors. See Ʋerstegan.
Stock by sirname, hast thou ranted up
To Stork in practise: shut the door of hope
That we were entring at, or to decline
And waive all second causes, 'tis our sin
That thus imployes thee tyrant-like a while
As an expedient Crucible, to boyle
And calcinate us; 'tis our sin that payes
Such wofull wages, sadly so dismayes
With tears in trophee-work; the flocks upon
Our many precious hills are lately grown
So course and nauseous, that we must be fed
With bills of studious fare, must have our kid
Dress'd in the mother's milk, our eggs with gray
Luxurious
We call it Amber-greece, mistaking the latter syllable, for g [...] which in French and Dutch (from whence we bor­row it) is Gray,
succinum. But tell me, say,
Thou soft Sir
Liguritor a Glut [...]on, a Sweet-tooth.
Lecker-beck, is then the Mars
Incompt and rugged, with his
A name, as Cotgrave has it, succeeding from the strength of the old Earl of Angolesme.
Taille-fers,
By these so mainly timbr'd? or may these
A Peleus shield from hot Hypolites,
And her obsequious grins? why then go seek
For Sol in Tenarus, or snow where thick
[Page 20] Pyracmon,
Two of the Clycops.
tawny Brontes, forge their hot
Tempestuous Thunder-bolts: No no, complot
We temperance rather; let the cook, declin'd
To such a Mors in Olla, who can find
Unnaturall births, luxurious
A French di [...]h compoun­ded of severall ingredients minced toge­ther.
Haches out,
As Anah did his Mules; let him be brought
At length upon the weights, and voided hence,
Where
Who watered his Garden­herbs with Wine and Hony.
Aristoxenus at such expence
His Lettice waters, or Poppea bright,
And Cleopatra, quaffe their exquisite,
Their sumptuous Unions; I, we howle and roare,
At Swedens death, but let us sin no more,
Our sin has slain him; and indeed is wrought
To such an awlesse Belial, every draught
Commits a severall health; we look the wine
For Caprialls and for Babies; then decline
Our Virgin vowes, with let Lyaeus swell
As Jordan does in harvest; when if well
Observing the successe, 'tis full of flaws,
Of babling, wrath, of wounds without a cause,
Of Paliardise; and to bring up the reer
The drought after drunken­nesse, the after­thirst.
Eluchus turning, with a brand of fire
Invades the
That part of the palate in which the tast remains.
Cephaline; Full happy thou
Great Ah'suerus, and could we but plough
Once with thy Heifer; if our sanctions were
Like those of Medes and Persians; to deterre,
To sear, to launce, to lop off, this would teach
Us Hester also, where we now but reach
To sensuall
The word signifies d [...]ink­ing.
Vashti; but our Lawes neglect,
As Stru [...]hions do their eggs, or to be suck'd
By Foxes, Wolves, or trodden day by day,
Among the feet of swine; I, let me say,
[Page 21] Thrice happy Sweden, maugre all the rage
Of our licentious Mars; who kept the sage
Temperate feasts, and void of excesse.
Nephalia so precisely, clenching such
Examples in us.—

Fame in Person.

Hitherto the speech
Of Pharamond distinct enough and plain,
Was now cut off, abruptly drown'd again,
By loud and squeling Claudia; one who late
Sate as be-muffled by the prison-grate
As merkest midnight, but here taking fire
By these of Pharamond, and even with ire
Her vail and precious tresses, (or be bold
To call them braydes, and bendelets of gold,)
Purpassionately rending, she replyes,

Fame in Proxie.

Claudia.
'Tis true indeed, he was of all our eyes
The comfort, the Collyrium, even the breath
Of all our nostrills; so the sons of Heth
Oppugning, as might even applause inferre
Super-superlative: but then, O where
The requisite return, and what the fruit
Of all his Travell? all his resolute
Assaults, and
Sodain incur­sions derived from Algeires in Africa whence the like was often made through the streight of Gibrarlter into Spain
Algarads? the magnifier
Of ancient Babel, had for conquering Tyre,
An Aegypt given him; thou my dearest drad,
Not a
A donative of studded bus­kins given to souldiers.
Clavarium, how exagited
For truth and justice; with the daily tort
Of Sang-reall, Arbutus, Mal-effort,
How coursly handled; Nay, which urges more,
When being Trump, why yet cut-off before
[Page 22] The game were cousummate; impell'd away
From such a door of hope, to be the prey
Of death and darknesse; so deserted is
The splendid, the mellifluous
A river of Scythia, conta­minated by the influx of a bit­ter rillet.
Hypanis,
To Vultures inquinations; tufted all
With Negromantick herbs; and by the gaul,
The perbreak of Exampus, putrified
From all his noblesse; thus I say decry'd,
And like a thred of silver, rippl'd out,
Among the puzzels, the portents about
Inclement Caucasus. O, flow my tears,
Deep calls to deep, and the most candid ears,
Are deaf with water-spouts; I, such as at
The last grand Session, shall with heads elate,
Judge Men, and Angels; jeer'd as refuse are
Outed these terrene Chattels, to the barre
Of tyranny convented oft, and slain
All the day long; alas the while, in vain
They cleanse their hands, their hearts they bootless wash
With innocence.—

Fame in Proxie.

Pharam.
But how is it thou rash
Distemper'd woman, here quoth Pharamond,
(Raising his voice again, how lately drown'd,
Above her clattering sharps;) thou wretch as lame,
In thy deport, thy patience, as thy name;
O how is it, I say, thou doest so roar,
So wildly kick like a gainsaying Core
Against the pricks? up, up thou Libbard, up,
Reform thy freckled hide; if Fullers soap,
(Some call it eke Cymolian earth,) if this
Wash not effectually, take Herb of grace,
[Page 23] In penitentiall tears infusing it,
And 'tis enough abstersive; makes as white
As garden Lillies: Why the righteous here,
Must weather many a bitter storm, and bear
The parching heat, the burthen of the day;
Like Balsome trees, and Larches-like display
Their worth among their wounds; Look as the brave
East-Indie-man, transpierces many a wave
That Bandog-like assailes him; nor declines
His great intendment, for the torrid line's
Malevolence, or doubling such extent
Of many a fore-land, many a Prominent,
And tedious Cape; till up at length he beare
With Taprobane, or Java, taking there
His precious lading in; such must they be
Here under sayl: And in this worldly sea
If Syrens tempt thee, these with upward fair,
Are downward fish, an interdicted pair,
A wicked miscellane; If perhaps withstood
By tyrannous Whales, who tumble up the flood,
And boyle it like a Cauldron; or else runs
Thy course, through
Burning fea­vers, of Caleo.
Calentur's,
The st [...]rmy North-east wind, Acts 27. 24.
Euroclydons,
Or barking Scylla's, yet if knowledge steer,
Zeal whistle in thy canvasse, thou shalt bear
Up snugly, maugre all; invictly stem
The strongest setting tides, and leaving them
With the so tedious Cape of hope, behind
At length to lee-ward: for a terrene Ind,
A place of fading merchandise, befraight
With matchlesse blisse, with an exceeding waight
Of endlesse glory: which our royall Swede
Exemplifies, who by the triple head
[Page 24] Of Geryon, with his infinitely more,
And as outragious hands as heretofore,
To steeple-high Briareus voted was
Though ruffel'd often, many a bloody base
Though virulently bid; yet with a might
Almost to miracle, could over-fight
And worst their insolence: till in a cloud
Of glorious victories and trophees strow'd
Along the world, at last he mounted up
To that divine.—

Fame in Chorus.

But here the catadup
Of noise again so passes all belief,
That loe Cleoritus to blaze his grief,
Fungus his joy, loe how they swell and stare,
And with their straining shoot as red, as are
The cheeks of Bacchanals: Nay further eke
See Bulbus-head the Boar, how Heyfer-like
He wildly gambols, often howting out
His brutish jollity the while no doubt,
In that same savage note, by woodmen us'd
Among their Deer, but all in a confus'd
Obstreperous medley swallowed; Yonder then,
(For I must slent off this same ch'ame again,
With mutes, and visions) see where
Two Syco­phants in chief favour with the Emperor Ferdinand.
Cremsmunster,
And Trautmanstorfe, (in nature rigider,
More Giant than in name:) see how they buz
And croak in Caesar's ear, proscribing thus,
Innumerous innocents: And still so thwart,
So crossely run the Dice, I must impart
Upon another coast, the Turtle true,
[Page 25] Fair Basilissa, weltering in a dew
Of briny-tears; even all her beauteous face,
Besprent with water-gauls; and now alas,
(Which irks me deeply) lo! she groans and grieves
Her self into a swound; Now redi-vives;
In ghastly manner, newly sinks away,
Is fetch'd again; wo worth the dismall day
That I must leave her thus! for now that old
Sexagenary (lately so befool'd,
To batter down his blood,) with many a band
Chops in between us; now they make a stand,
And
At first an Enginier un­der Walftein, af­ter by degrees a Collonell.
Farenbach, with other leaders joyne
In Pyrrhick dances, with the Mattachine
In armour jove it; now that fly of Court,
Prodigious
First a fol­lower of the Count of Ha­naw, after im­ployed to levy Caesars confis­cations.
Ossa, tickling at the sport,
In a deep eglet of Corinthian Brasse,
Healths it to Caesar.—
But to touch and passe,
To certifie by sips and transiently,
Being my sole designe; here passing by
These lusty Lamechs, and their gaudy scene;
See yonder also near the mantling Rhene,
How while Zelotes goes about to stave
The Heydleburgers tun, as but a wave
In our late shipwrack; see how Zuffenbeck
The trouper, charges him with many a steek,
While Grossendorst his Swager, int'rimly
Lyes sucking at the spigget;—
Next mine eye
(No longer trading with so course a pair;)
Among innumerous others far and nere
Pressing for notice, singled has the bright
[Page 26] Illustrious Clari-dame; and while a cyte
Of abler pens, will yet supinely sleep,
Fly silly muse, canst thou not fly? then creep
To do her service; this the royall Queene,
Not broking up a momentany shine,
From Jewellers, and Druggists, which at night
Must be put off again; her red and white,
Her Jewells are so highly
Most abso­lute and com­pleat for ex­cellency.
Paragon
And immarcessible, that they renown
Her doubly radiant, as without within;
And like the vest on both sides full of fine
Discolor'd needle-work, so quondam voted
To J [...]bi [...]s Sissara; yet to be noted
As a prodigious omen, while our loud
Loo [...]e gadding Mad [...]oysells are struck and strew'd
With morning Pinks and Roses, loe her dr [...]sse
Is sprigs of Yew; her pendants are (alas)
But wofull willough Cat [...]li [...]s; while the nice
Maddam
Sh [...] would have this, and she wou [...]d have that: And would h [...]ve she knowes not what.
Ie- [...]e-scay-qu [...]y [...]o treated is
With anxious care and cost, this royall dame,
T [...]i [...] Queen of [...]ear [...]s, is sadded from the name
Of Naomi to Maro; [...]u [...]h the great
The golden Bull, growes old and obsolete;
And while by
By this Law but fo [...]r Emperors of the same house might lineally succeed each other, y [...]t has there now b [...]n six o [...] [...]ven of Austria with­out any inter­ruption.
Munchum lately tug'd and sol'd,
The Wiens sword (as bloody-sharp as bold)
Has tyrannously [...]ut off both his horns;
No hope, no help, the wicked world forlorns
Our noble [...]st pieces, even so transitory
Is worldly splendour, that full sadly sorrie
See how she folds her arms; now looks to heaven,
As crying Lord alas; how was he given
A prey into their teeth? now with a hand
[Page 27] Exactly chambleted, and porselain'd
With white and blew she does her pen employ,
To rouse her draded brother Angli-roy,
With the Mal-heur; yet now again forbears,
Because the paper suggish is with tears,
And swallows all impression; now she goes
To yonder Temple with religious vowes
That she may deprecate our further harm,
And close behind her, many a wofull swarm
Of
One of the conclusions of Lipsich was, that both Cal­vinists and Lu­therans (to take away those di­stinctions, kin­dling so much hatred) should joyntly be thus named.
Evangelicals; Now makes a stand,
From severall draughts, presented here to hand,
Choosing his
A monument erected to the honour of the dead.
Cenotaphium,—

Fame in Person.

I should still
Enlarge me thus, and royalize my quill
With more of her; but as Celestiall news
Here interposes, may perhaps excuse
My self a while; for yonder massie clowd,
Giving such fire, so (doubtlesse) full of lowd,
And bellowing Meteors; lo! how from between
The dark some pleyts thereof, a Cherubin
Now gently stoops with healing on his wings,
To poor Panaretus, by severall pangs,
And rigid Passions, hewn so lately down
Into the daze of death. The hideous swoon,
Now in a clammy deal of mist and gum,
Was setting both his eyes, an Icie cream,
Remissely floating over all his face,
Implacably protended; froze the pace
His pulse so long had run, and every wheel
Within him now began to fur, and feel
An earthly dulnesse; when behold (I say)
[Page 28] The starry Leech has with a fragrant May,
This sad December outed; new has wound
His pulse and all his Organs up, as sound,
As strong, as high, as ever; So the snake,
His slough, his Heckle moults, his antient beak,
The royall Eagle. After whose recover,
Lo! how the glorious Post does backward hover,
In boughts, and wind-laces; and with a point
Now made again, into the sable tent,
From whence his stooping, has so deeply dasht
All our conclamitants; that all abasht,
See how they trembling stand, and full of fire,
Shot (as it seems) from many a sulphrous tire
Of the Celestiall Cannon; Which in fine
Or being likewise cloy'd, or turn'd again
To their first principles; about mine ear,
Insist (I say) our Redivivus here,
One from the dead, will somewhat interpose
More taking and impulsive; on with those
Thy scatter'd Elegiacks, do, proceed,
No Dog now moves his tongue, the broken reed
Panaretus in such a levell glade,
So whilst an empty silence, may perswade
Even the most luctuall rights and rarities
To Swedens herse. And hark how still he cries,
How passionately here!—

Fame in Proxie.

Panar.
Alas for him,
Who like a brave Alcides could esteem
It all his blisse, to roam about the world,
Confounding Monsters, buffeting the curld
[Page 29] Presumptuous browes of Tyrants; Why but search
His generall conduct, his victorious march;
And when at
Two Islands in the Baltick Sea, neer to Stralesundt
Vsedoome, Rugen (two of those
Prodigious quarrels, that Aegeon chose
Of yore to shoot at Heaven,) when there he drew
His active heat,
Generall of the Imperiall forces in Pomerland at the King of Swe­dens arrivall.
Torquato Conti flew
(Induring not the test) to sudden aire;
Nay, daring Papenheym, Hulke, Altringer
(So great a Master both of Pike and Pens)
Nay tyrannous Tscherclaes, Gallas, Wallenstein
That great Dictator, shining all how bright,
Yet as inferiour planets, lost their light
At SWedens Heliack rising. All their wayes
Were deep and furious, as the North west Seas,
And full of grisly shapes; of Morses, Whales,
Grim Unicorns with Adamantine scales;
And horrid Gram pusses: yet our August
Adolphus, knew to baffle their robust
Insidious heat, their knittest practises
To ravell out; Or wherefore name I these?
Since from our present ages height, survey
But that behind thee; search but far away,
Where all the hills, and steeple-Tops are clad
With blewish Land-schap; but where Elis stood,
(Even at the furthest t'other end of time,)
Or Troy, or Sparta; and behold their prime
High-writ Herôes, came no neerer to
His celsitude, then rough-hewen models do
Their Archetyp's; then does the Belgick card
A Lyon fierce, or Italy compar'd
With a neat timber'd leg. And this the brave
Victorious Eagle-trusser, from whose grave
[Page 30] Such wofull furrowes, peremptory seas
Of sorrow even beyond emergencies
Reflected are, that now the bread of tears
Must be our daily food; our sauce the jears
And taunts of them without. Alas, alas,
What gloomy tropes, what miserable dresse
Of severall figures, may declaim our low
Precipitate condition! now, ô now
Did squalid Pisces and Aquarius raign,
And all the racks conjoyntly drive amayn
From South-South-east, by grossely complicating
Snow, rain, and other wicked weather, beating
Each creature into covert; passion-filling
Even our insensibles, our timber chilling
With a cold sweat, bepuzling bolts and locks;
Nay poorie making, melting very rocks
Of toughest marble, yet were this too scant,
And but a mite to tender, where a mint
Paid not the debt; Alas, alas my head,
My heart, my heart, behold the soveraign Swede,
The covering
See the Epist. Dedicatory.
HELD, the Lion of the North,
That quintessence of Kings, is batter'd forth
His wondrous conduct. Let the Trumpet rend
It self with ghastly groans; the Drum descend,
And languish from his mettl'd ruffe, and roul
To a dead march;—

Fame in Person.

I, quoth the heavenly soul,
The dear
[...]uella Coele­sti [...].
Amalaswentha by him set,
Nor longer keeping silence,—

Fame in Proxie.

Amal.
Let, ô let,
Our vollies so condensly heap'd and thrust
With muskytades, with many a boystrous breast
Of Culverin and Canon, at the stresse
That hills and regions tremble, sadly presse
How very dear we held him, even so choak
The Skie with pillars, curls and clouds of smoak,
That like a deafning thunder may with [...]ast
Boations, cracks, and light'nings on the last
Stretch our obsequious Fare-well, to the slain,
Unparallel'd, invincible,—

Fame in Person,

And then
Quoth our Panaretus, as passionately
Here p [...]ecing with [...]er.—

Fame in Proxie.

Panar.
I, and then quoth he,
Yee
Of this hill see fol. the fifth.
Phytelburgen-ecchoes, neer distraught
With the prodigious noise; so tent [...]r out
Your clamor [...]u [...] voices, bounding it in grosse
Up to the Gr [...]ian Alpes, that also those
Your sisters there, may with their mighty throats,
Transport it ove [...] to the hollow gro [...]ts,
And browes of
A hill in Th [...]a [...], six miles h [...]gh.
Hemus; and so taking Post
B [...] shady
A hill in Thessaly.
Pelion, to the forked crest
O [...] paramount Olympus; being still
Thus dictated, I say, from hill to hill;
Our thickning vollies, at the length may seize
Extended Taunus, that Metropolis
Of resonancies; and in savage dens,
Deep foggy Cisterns, hollow woods, and glins;
[Page 32] Among the rudely pack'd together rocks
And pendulously torn where other flocks
Of ecchoes so consolidately swell
The hideous Horricane, that rushing while
Still on through many an uncouth wildernesse
To Pegu, Siam, and the
Thought to be Malacca in the East-Indies.
Chersonesse
Where Jedediah fetch'd his golden oare

Fame in Proxie.

Amal.
And thence again by the Maritime shore
As far as Persian Ormus, then to Cayre
Quaking the Pyramids, and millions there
Of busie truckers,

Fame in Proxie.

Panar.
Storming thus I say,
From place to place, in such a thundering key.
And over an unweldy vast extent
Of sea and shore, a tedious continent:
Till at the length,
The Orcades so named of this sea-Mon­ster, and this againe from the Latin Or­cus.
it arctick-high arrives,
Among the Horrid Orks appellatives,
And frozen Thule, strike and startle may
All terrene tribes and kindreds, if I say
All creatur's into much affright and passion,
Tis such a Pleonasmick compellation,
As more pathetickly will hint our great,
Our Gospell prejudice,—
Amal.
Even a defeat
Replies Amalaswenth' portently checking
And mating millions; at the quondam breaking
Of some stupenduous tank or beetle-brow
From that high Taurus, recollect but how
While cancellering, grazing here and there
Destructively, with all the neighbour ayre
[Page 27] Even a defeat
Replies Amalaswenth' portently checking
And mating millions; at the quondam breaking
Of some stupenduous tank or beetle-brow
From that high Taurus, recollect but how
While cancellering, grazing here and there
Destructively, with all the neighbour ayre
Torn into fragor, by the salt the souce;
How
Two Moun­tain Kings, at length Tyran­niz [...]d by the Tu [...]k and Per­sian.
Bahamon and poore Aladulus
Shrunk under it, as boading in event
The Persian
A Persian Sword
Shamshere, or the macilent
Grand Senior's horse; So what alasse ensues
From this portent, but even a world of wooes,
But matta, matta, the parsidious Swede
Being
The Spanish word of slaughter, in French, tue tue, in English, kill kill.
depriv'd us, what else but the glead
Imp'd with again his subdititious pens
Should Eagle-rant it; ô the sad design's
That now are hatching! come come, let us flye
My dear Panaretus; me-thinks I see
The Reliques of our butcher'd Saints; as thrown
And exprobrately scambl'd up and down,
As chips at cutting wood.—

Fame in Person.

With fell affright,
The Roses in her face, now Lilly white
Began to languish, and she startled up
Distractedly; her anker-hold, her hope
Now drove amain; when lo Panaretus
In sweet and precious compellations, thus
Rejoynes with her anew.—

Fame in Proxie.

Panar.
But tell me then,
Shall such a man as I, turn back agen
[Page 28] Leaving the Plough? shall we that reckon'd are
For beams and pillars, of the Militar,
And Orthodoxall Church, ignobly swerve,
Moulder, and leave it thus? why, but observe,
And he that sowes in rivolets of tears,
Shall after reap in joy; who weeping bears
His precious seed, and thus in season out,
Shall doubtlesse come again, and with the shout
Of those in harvest, bring with him his sheaves;
Retract, retract I say, ô how it grieves
Me for thy fear, thy fall! collect thy self,
And let us bravely sink both syrt and shelf,
Impatience pre-supposing; steeple-deep
In the spring-tide of zeal.—

Fame in Person.

Here gan she weep,
And chatter like a Crane, hiding her head
In a black Cypresse Wimple; while the sad
Panaretus, pitching his eyes a'spar
Upon the ground, does int'rimly prefer
A Scene of silence; giving so much line
To recollection, and the discipline
Of sundry second thoughts; that as the fruit,
The sequell of this intermitted mute
Parenthesis; from her dejected stoup,
See now at retrive, how she heighthens up,
Gathers and growes [...] again, as when at Sea
A sail is made to windward distantly,
As at the furthest ken, it equalls but
Some petty fly at first, or little moat;
Then like Elijahs cloud becomes a hand,
And spooning on along before the wind,
Encreases still, till proving at the length
[Page 29] When board and board of mighty bulk & strength
And being double-sheath'd; so by degrees
Now has she gotten wing again, now flyes,
The former glorious height; her beamy brow
Late in a Cypresse Lanthorn muffled, now
Shines as of yore; and every principle
Of holinesse, e're-while within her soul,
Remissely drooping; rowses now again,
And like a Gyant when refresh't with wine,
So strongly races, raignes in her so cleere;
That even becomes as brave and bold, as e're
The wife
Or Deborah see [...]ud. 44.
of Lapidoth, her fiery zeal
Thus vents it self.—

Fame in Proxie.

Amal.
O how do we reveal
Our sexe's many weaknesses, and wounds;
Yet so the good Samaritan infunds
His soveraign Wine and Oyl; that now, go to,
Brings forth the rods, the beasts, the wheels, I, do;
Now sear, and cut, and kill; let me be made
A lighted torch, a
One bound up in Seare­cloth, like the staffe of a torch, and in other such ma­terials, stifned with wax, and fired at the bottom with brush and dry twigs; in La­tin, Sarmenta.
Sarmentarian sad,
At Rome's night-revells; do, do, string your whips
With Scorpions, Asps, or somewhat that out-strips
Their venome far; I, bring the fury-full
Busirian horses, the Perillan Bull,
Or exquisiter torments; yet my trust,
My treasure there is laid, where neither rust,
Nor moth, nor theef, nor tyrant,
Panar.
Glorious dame,
Quoth then Panaretus the heavenly flame
That on thee so much fortitude confers,
Establish it relentlesse, as the bars
Of an Imperiall Palace, never time
[Page 30] Inferring higher tryall, of so grim,
Precipitate condition; And awake
Thou right hand of the Lord, up up, and take
Thy former strength again; why dost not thou
Turn Moab to thy wash-pot? cast thy shoe
Out over Edom? Fast their Princes make
In lincks of Iron; and their Nobles break
Like Potters vessels. O get up, I say,
And bare thine Arm again, as in the day
Of Zeb and Oreb, or of those that had
Their punishment at Endor, and were made
Like dung upon the earth; Was it not thou?
Of Yore by whom the Hussits, even a few
Derided silly
Husse in the Bohemian, sig­nifies a Go [...]se.
Geese, (though in their head
But a blind Ziska) baffled so the spread
Presumptuous Eagle, and her severall young,
How sharp their pounces? and againe among
Our other sung Magnalia, was it not
Thy glorious spiriting our pike and shot,
That when the Spanish
The Fifth, then Empe­ror.
Charls was whilome grown
So high and supercilious, melted down
His pertinacy, worsting him to fly
By rainy torch-light precipitiously
Among the Trentine mountains? Take, O take
Thy former strength again, awake, awake,
And busk thy self to battail; thou alone,
Maugre his furious brand, hast lately slain
The gyant
Count of Tylle Lieut. Generall to the Duke of Bav [...]ria.
Tscherclaes, and 'twas thou that didst
That Rhodomont the
The Ducall t [...]tle of Wal­s [...]ein.
Fridlander, amidst
His iron men defeat: O shew thy power,
Thou art our fort, our moat, our counter-mure,
Our totall confidence;—

Fame in Proxie.

Amal.
I, I, 'tis he
Can baffle even the highest working Sea,
Make it submisse and levell; he with whom
All things are possible, even Camels come
To goe through needles eyes.

Fame in Proxie.

Panar.
Tis he that Blest
The youth of our Adolphus, and so dress'd
It up with Trophies, when the Polander
And mighty Russian
Or Duke.
Knez, against him were
In
A complica­tion of two Enemies a­gainst a third.
Syncretisme, and did so strangely
They were diseased with so generall a swelling in their throats, that they could n [...]t swallow, and were there­fore compel­led to surren­der.
starve
That Ottebourgh upon the rapid Narve,
Their brideling Ottebourgh, so chanted up
Invincible above both shot and sapp
And want of [...]ivers; I, 'tis he by whom
Our wonderfull Adolphus lately swom
Such a triumphant swelling tyde as these.
And then again the great atchievances
Of Gripswald, and presumptuous
Monro's ex­peditions, part the second, fol 33.
Franksort, where
The hand of Heaven did with a panick fear
So discompose and melt the temper down
Of even eight thousand Veterans to run,
Quitting their posts; nor should I here make
The Martial word for haul­ting and repo­sing a while upon a March.
Alt
But likewise hint-in that of Rugenwalt,
So to the Swede miraculously handed,
And that of Lansburg knottily defended,
Though with morass, with f [...]sses, breasts of thunder,
And mann'd redundantly, yet humbled under
His royall sword.

Fame in Proxie.

Amal.
And as the Lord can thrive.
Sparks into Bonfires, this by the
Vid. Monro. fol. 39.
contrive
Of a poor Blacksmith.

Fame in Proxie.

Panar.
I might here declame
Of Stetin likewise, Grippenhagen, Dam,
And Colberg, with a series of such other
Magnifick stories, and at length discover,
How the great God of Battels did engage
At Lypsigh for him, Lypsigh such a stage
Of wrath and ruine, Lypsigh such a dire
Contorted Chaos of outragious fire,
And smoke and dust, and where the horrid hail
Of many a Cannons ramm'd with musket bale
So through the serred ranks and bodies drill'd,
As soon in surface sanguin'd all the field,
Made it a Shambles, even a nauseous heap
Of limbs discerpted; where, though Saxon cheap
Enough was worsted, yet the day in croope
In
In Dutch, the rere.
Achter-tocht, immergently brought up
An
A successe wrought out against the hayre.
Osculanian triumph.

Fame in Proxie.

Amal.
Lypsigh where
The Meteor Tscherclaes from his lofty Sphear
Was shoulder'd headlong; there to nick his boast
Of beating Kings, precipitately cast
At royall Swedens feet, and paid in part
The wofull wages of his undesert
At Magdenburgh; the rest being referr'd
To be discharg'd in totall, afterward
At the
Where he was slain with a Canonade.
Bavarian Leech.

Fame in Proxie.

Panar.
I, I, 'Twas this
Celestiall wonder-working Strategus
So furiously that far out Jehued here
[Page 33] The son of Nimshy, driving in carreer
Even over multitudes of iron-men,
(And still to passe in point, for still my pen
Must further glasse his sword, and epick out
Charabins charging with steel bullets, in use amongst the Protestants in the civill wars of France.
His Chass-messes,) 'twas he that having fought
This Colophonian field, soon after shook
The stubborn
Otherwise Bacenis, or Ni­gra sylv [...].
Duren Walt, in sequell strook
It humbly perobsequious; he whose arme,
Whose glorious conduct with the former swarm
Of vap'ring copses, a convitious deal
Of brush and underwood, that fell'd the tall
Big-bodied Oaks and Elms, which far and wide
Had palli [...]ado'd else and fortifi'd
Upon the passes, whereas now our Swede
Was further timber'd still and turrited
So many radiant stories high, as those
Likewise of Hall, of superstitious
Extensive Erfort, Konink [...]hoven strong
Of Millers [...]ort, of Swins [...]ort, with a throng
Of other such; and still a story higher
Of Wortsbourgh, where the Castle-heads attire,
Medusa-like was Drakes, was
Denomin [...] perhaps from Couleuvrin Francois, sig­nifying Ad­derlike.
Culverins.
And
Though of a lesser bore, commanding further then the Cannon, & so named as King of Guns; and equally as mortall as that Serpent.
Basilisks, (that so pretend to crowns
For extramission;) O the horrid rage
Of an insulting Mars, how red the stage,
Where fierce Enyo buskin'd is as here,
With many a
Or Bulwark.
Bastion,
Case mate in Spanish, a Slaughter-house, ab effectu; where souldiers are covered, firing at loop-holes, Minceus will have it, Quasi casa à matir, tiguriolum ad mactandum.
Case-mat,
A mount within the walls, which seems derived from Chevalier Francois, and is that ridge of earth that a stradling labourer heaps between his legs with his mat­tock, seeming, with the heighth of it, to be on horseback. The Latines use Porca for the like ridge between furrowes, calling it the Sowes back
Cavalier,
[Page 34] And other such, that as a smaller print,
Promiscuous [...] has often rubrick in't,
And swelling Capitalls; that so by fits
Ascended more the chafing Parapetts.
O how alas was all the Castle hill,
Now generally Vesuvian, all so full
Of thundring Flammi-fers, as if some mad
And multiplicite ignis fatuus had
Bin trepidating there from pan to pan.
How did the horrid negro night unspan
Her sanguinary Bandogs? Yet, I say,
The mighty Lord of hosts that has his way
In storms and whirlwinds, that even threshes Bulls
Of Basan so to motes, and oft to nulls.
That God of Battles fought this sturdy piece
To such submission, that the golden Fleece,
The massie treasure long enchanted here
By wealthy Plutus, now was beat to bear
Our Sweden faith and homage.

Fame in Person.

But my senses
Are suddainly with new occurences
Again invaded, and so marvellous
The turn of things? that here Panaretus,
And the Celestiall Virgin, both are strook
Abruptly silent at the staring look
And griefe of Apathes, a piece of late
So clungly grain'd, no wedge could penetrate
No wicked labour; but so pory made,
And weeping ripe all over at the sad
Late Tragedy, (for still in these extreams)
That far beside, beyond the dismall themes
[Page 35] Declam'd already, see where all surrounded
With thick and hawsie weather, how his wounded
And per-impassion'd spirit racks and rends
Him with Convulsion fits; nay which portends
Implacably.

Fame in Chorus.

Alas the Chorus here
The deaf'ning Chorus does again so rear
It selfe in monstrous Pillars interwooun'd;
A thousand Drums
A setting the watch, an uniting many companies in­to an entire grosse.
pirading, might be drown'd.
And swallow'd in't; I, such the noise, so fell,
As tozes all the Welkin, makes it boyle,
Like ointment in a pot: What shall I say,
Alas my wings so palpably decay,
So fiercely ruffled are, and ravell'd out
In the combustion, that I much mis-doubt
Some crosse Catastrophè, and by fine force
If beaten from my pitch, shall but dispierce
For a redundant Elephantine book
These petty fragments; O the furious shock!
The horrible disgust, no more no more,
My perspectives, my wings are now so sore
Distracted tugg'd and wearied; all my dresse
So puzzell'd is, and shatter'd with the stresse
Of many furious Typhons; that unfit
To weather out the work,
The two chief n [...]w [...]ng of­fers then ex­tant.
I here submit,
Descending back to prompt the bustling brothers
Nat' Butter, Gallo-Belgicus, and others.

PARERGON.

AND now my little Book, my little Birth,
I know not how thou cam'st into my womb;
Some other agent surely brought thee forth
Between the knees; or else thy
Or the Se­cundine, where­in the child is wrapt, while in the womb.
Shilo some
A kind of Sepulchrall stone, in short time consu­ming the body inclosed.
Sarcophagus had turn'd, and to thy tomb.
If ought within thee be reputed worth
The name of square; yet I am but a
This differs from a square by having the angels of it in­direct: when the side angels are less exten­ded then the rest? and if shorter, 'tis a fu [...]il, or spin­dle.
Rhomb,
But a poor fusil; and must waive the Bayes:
Giving to Heaven, to God alone the Praise.
G. T.
FINIS.

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