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in law, for despising the continual admonitions of Lot. Then, calling to the thunders, lightning, and fires, he bids them heare the call and command of God, to come and destroy a godlesse nation. He brings them down with some short waruing to other nations to take heed.
I. Moabitides, or Phineas.
The epitasis whereof may lie in the contention, first, between the father of Zimri and Eleazer, whether he [ought] to have slain his son without law? Next, the ambassadors of the Moabites, expostulating about Cosbi, a stranger and a noble woman, slain by Phineas.
It may be argued about reformation and punishment illegal, and, as it were, by tumult. After all arguments driven home, then the word of the Lord may be brought, acquitting and approving Phineas.
Ivi. Christus Patiens. The Scene, in the garden. Beginning, from the comming thither, till Judas betraies, and the officers lead him away. The rest by Message and Chorus.
His agony may receav noble expressions,
Ivii. Christ born.
liii. Herod massacring, or Rachel weeping.
martyr'd by Hinguar the Dane. See Speed, L. viii, C. ii.
lxxii. Sigbert, tyrant of the West-Saxons, slaine by a swinheard.
lxxiii. Edmund, brother of Athelstan, slaine by a theefe at his owne table. Malmesb. lxxiv. Edwin, son to Edward the younger, for
lust depriv'd of his kingdom, or rather by faction of monks, whome he hated; together [with] the impostor Dunstan. lxxv. Edward, son of Edgar, murder'd by his step-mother. To which may be inserted the tragedies stirr'd'up betwixt the monks and priests about mariage. lxxvi. Etheldred, son of Edgar, a slothful king; the ruin of his land by the Danes. lxxvii. Ceaulin, king of the West-Saxons, for tyrannie depos'd and banish't; and d ing.
lxxviii. The slaughter of the monks of Bangor by Edelfride, stirr'd up, as is said, by Ethelbert, and he by Austine the monke; because the Britains would not receave the rites of the Roman church. See Bede, Geffrey Monmouth, and Holinshed, p. 104. Which must begin with the convocation of British Clergie by Austin to determine superfluous points, which by them were refused.
lxx. Osbert, of Northumberland, slain for ravishing the wife of Bernbocard, and the Danes brought in. See Stow, Holinsh, L. vi. C. xii. And especially Speed, L. viii. C. ii. Ixxi, Edmund, last king of the East-Angles,
Ixxix. Edwin, by vision, promis'd the kingdom of Northumberland on promise of his conver sion; and therein establish't by Rodoald, king of [the] East-Angles.
lxxx. Oswin, king of Deira, slaine by Oswie his friend, king of Bernitia, through instigation of flatterers. See Holinsh. p.
lxxxi. Sigibert, of the East-Angles, keeping companie with a person excommunicated, slaine by the same man in his house, according as the bishop Cedda had foretold.
lxxxii. Egfride, king of the Northumbers, slaine in battle against the Picts; having before wasted Ireland, and made warre for no reason on men that ever lov'd the English; forewarn'd alo by Cuthbert not to fight with the Ficts. lxxxiii. Kincwulf, king of the West-Saxons, slaine by Kineard in the house of one of his concubins.
Ixxxiv. Gunthildis, the Danish ladie, with her husband Palingus, and her son, slaine by the appointment of the traitor Edrick, in king Ethelred's days. Holinsh. L. vii. C. v. together with the massacre of the Danes at Oxford. Speed.
Ixxxv. Brightrick, [king] of [the] West-Saxons, poyson'd by his wife Ethelburge, Offa's daughter; who dyes miserably also, in beggery, after adultery, in a nunnery. Speed in Bithrick.
lxxxvi. Alfred, in disguise of a minstrel, discovers
the Danes' negligence; sets on [them] with a mightie slaughter. About the same tyme the Devonshire men rout Hubba, and slay him. lxxxvii. Athelstan exposing his brother Edwin to
the sea, and repenting
lxxxviii, Edgar slaying Ethelwold for false play
in wooing. Wherein may be set out his pride, and lust, which he thought to close by favouring monks and building monasteries. Also the disposition of woman in Elfrida towards her husband. [Peck proposes, and justly, I think, to read cloke instead of close.] Ixxxix. Swane beseidging London, and Ethelred repuls't by the Londoners.
xc. Harold slaine in battel, by William the
xcvi. Athirco slain by Natholochus, whose daughters he had ravish'!; and this Natholocus, usurping thereon the kingdom, seeks to slay the kindred of Athirco, who scape him and conspire against him. He sends a witch to know the event. The witch tells the messenger, that he is the man, that shall slay Natholocus, He detests it; but, in his journie home, changes his mind, and performs it. Scotch Chron. English. p. 68, 69. xcvii. Duffe and Donwald. A strange story of witchcraft and murder discover'd and reveng'd. Scotch story, 149 &c. xcviii. Haie, the plowman, who, with his two sons that were at plow, running to the battell that was between the Scots and Danes in the next field, staid the flight of his
caus'd the victorie, &c. Scotch story, p. 155 &c.
xcix. Kenneth, who, having privily poison'd Malcolm Duffe that his own son might Scotch succeed, is slain by Fenella. Hist. p. 157, 158, &c.
c. Macbeth. Beginning at the arrivall of Malcolm at Mackduffe. The matter of Duncan may be express't by the appearing of his ghost,
In this MONODY, the author bewails a learned friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637. And by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height.
[Edward King, the subject of this Monody, was the son of sir John King, knight, secretary for Ireland, under queen Elizabeth, James the first, and Charles the first. He was sailing from Chester to Ireland, on a visit to his friends and relations in that country: these were, his brother sir Robert King, knight; and his sisters, Anne wife of sir George Caulfield lord Claremont, and Margaret, abovementioned, wife of sir George Loder, chief justice of Ireland; Edward King bishop of Elphin, by whom he was baptized; and William Chappel, then dean of Cashel, and provost of Dublin college, who had been his tutor at Christ's college Cambridge, and was afterwards bishop of Cork and Ross, and in this pastoral is probably the same person that is styled old Damoetas, v. 36. When, in calm weather, not far from the English coast, the ship, a very crazy vessel, a fatal and perfidious bark, struck on a rock, and suddenly sunk to the bottom with all that were on board, not one escaping, Aug. 10, 1637. King was now only twentyfive years old. He was perhaps a native of Ireland.
At Cambridge, he was distinguished for his piety, and proficiency in polite literature. He has no inelegant copy of Latin iambics prefixed to a Latin comedy called Senile Odium, acted at Queen's college, Cambridge, by the youth of that society, and written by P. Hausted, Cantab. 1633, 12mo. From which I select these lines, as containing a judicious satire on the false taste, and the customary mechanical or unnatural expedients, of the drama that then subsisted.
Non hic cothurni sanguine insonti rubent, Nec flagra Megæræ ferrea horrendum intonant;
Noverca nulla sævior Erebo furit ;
Nativa suavitas, proba elegantia, &c."
countrymen, renew'd the battell, and He also appears with credit in the Cambridge
Public Verses of his time. He has a copy of Latin iambics, in the Anthologia on the King's Recovery, Cantab. 1632. 4to. p. 43. Of Latin elegiacs, in the Genethliacum Acad. Cantabrig. Ibid. 1631. 4to. p. 39. Of Latin iambics in Rex Redux, Ibid. 1633. 4to. p. 14. See also MYNNAIA, from Cambridge, Ibid. 1637. 4to. Signat. C. 3.]
YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year:
Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well,
With lucky words favour my destin'd urn; 30 And, as he passes, turn,
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill,
Mean while the rural ditties were not mute,
But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return! Thee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown,
And all their echoes mourn :
The willows, and the hazel copses green,
Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.
Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,
Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas?
Had ye been there for what could that have
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
Alas! what boots it with incessant care
To scorn delights and live laborious days;
Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears;
Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies:
And listens to the herald of the sea
He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds,
And sage Hippotades their answer brings,
The pilot of the Galilean lake;
Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake
A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least
And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:
The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine,
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise;
Where, other groves and other streams along,
Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and
While the still Morn went out with sandals gray; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills,
Smooth is then altered to fam'd, and next to ho nour'd: And soft-sliding to smooth-sliding,
Ver. 105. Scraul'd ore with figures dim.
Inwrought is in the margin.
Ver. 129. Daily devours apace, and little sed.
Ver. 138. On whose fresh lap the swart star stintly looks.
At first sparely, as at present. Ver. 139. Bring hither, &c.
Ver. 142. Bring the rathe primrose that unwedded dies,
Colouring the pale cheek of uninjoy I love;
To write his own woes on the vermeil
Next, adde Narcissus t'at still weeps: vaine;
The woodbine, and the pancie freak't with jet,
The glowing violet,
The cowslip wan that hangs his pensive head,
And every bud that sorrow's liverie weares; Let daffadillies fill their cupswith teares Bid amaranthus all his beautie shed. Here also the well-attir'd woodbine appears as at
present, altered from garish columbine; and sud embroidery, an alteration of sad escocheon, instead of sorrow's liverie.
Ver. 153. Let our sad thought, &c.
Ver. 154. Ay mee, whilst thee the floods and sounding seas.
Ver. 160. Sleep'st by the fable of Corineus old. But Bellerus is a correction.
Ver. 176. Listening the unexpressive nuptial song.
HENCE, loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn,
Oft listening how the hounds and horn
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights Where the nibbling flocks do stray;
Find out some uncouth cell,
Mountains, on whose barren breast,
Where brooding Darkness sads his jealous Meadows trim with daisies pide,
And the night-raven sings;
There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd
As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
The frolic wind, that breathes the spring,
And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew,
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide:
Of herbs, and other country messes,
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Till the live-long day-light fail:
Ere the first cock his matin rings.