Sat: .3.a |
Kind pity choakes my spleene; braue scorne for\bids [f. 5] |
These teares to issue wch swell my eylids. |
I must nor Laugh, nor weepe sin, and be wise, |
May rayling then cure these worne maladyes. |
Is not or Mistres fayre Religion |
As worthy of all or Soules deuotion |
As vertu was to the first blind Age? |
Are not heauens ioyes as valiant tot'assuage |
Lusts, as Earths honors was to them? Alas |
As we do them in meanes, shall they surpas |
Vs in the end? And shall thy fathers Spiritt |
Meete blind Philosophers in heauen, whose meritt |
Of strict Life maybe'imputed fayth, and heare |
Thee whome he tought wayes easy and neare |
To follow, damn'd? Oh if thou darest, feare this |
This feare great courage, and high valor is. |
Darest thou ayd mutinous Dutch? darest thou lay |
Thee in Shipps woodden Sepulchers, a pray |
To Leaders rage, to Stormes, to shott, to dearthe, |
Darest thou dive Seas, and dungeons of ye Earthe? |
Hast thou couragious fyer to thaw ye yce |
Of frozen north discoueryes, and thrice |
Colder then Salamanders; Like diuine |
Chilldren in th'ouen, fires of Spayne and ye Line, |
Whose Cuntryes Limbecks to or bodyes bee |
Canst thou for gayne beare? and must euery hee |
Wch cryes not Goddesse to thy Mistres, draw, |
Or eate thy poysonous words? courage of straw; |
O desperate Coward, wilt thou seeme bold, and |
To thye foes, and his who made thee, to stand |
Soldier in his worlds garrison, thus yeild |
And for forbid warrs, leaue th'appointed field. |
Know thy foes: the foule Deuill, whom thou |
Striu'st to please, for hate not loue would allow |
Thee fayne his whole Realme to be ridd: and as |
The worlds all parts wither away and pas, |
So the worlds selfe thy other loud foe is |
In her decrepit wayne; and thou louing this |