COBELITZ

Yes ( Servia ) we must, we should, we ought, Ease and success keeps baseness company, Shall we not blush to see the register Of those great Roman, and Heroic Greeks, Which did those acts (at which our hearts are struck Beneath all credence) only to win fame: And shall not we for that Eternal name? To live without all credence even to win fame, Is not to know life's chief, and better parts: To us of future Hope's; calamity Must help to purchase immortality. Why (Gentlemen) we want no foes to fight, Nor needs we turn our weapons on our selves! What, soldiers think you each distasteful word, Given more gst your selves so strong and obloquy The General parts them with his sword. That revenge spurs you to each others death? And will not seek to wash those blasphemies, In Seas of their foul blood, which they belched out. By our approaching foes, against the Essence Of the Eternal. Now (blessed guider and great strength of arms) If in thy secret and hid decree, Thou hast not yet appointed the full time, Wherein thou meanest to tame this tiger, Who dare murmur against thine hidden will? Be we slain now, there's victory in store, Which when thou pleasest thou'lt give, & not before. Give us still strength of patience, not to wish, A funeral honour unto all the world, When we are perishing we'll still believe, Those dangers worth our death we undergo. While who is ours, is all alike thy foe; Should fortune lose this day when we are slain, Thou canst give hands, and strength, and men again ; On thee we trust then, and on thee bear, Scorning for Heavens sake to shed a tear. No (worthy General) Heaven avert And rme you with the proof of better thoughts! What though a Tyrant strives to terrify All Christendom, and would not be beloved? Let not your fears give impious rage such scope! As for to bring Religion to profaneness: Fortune and Heaven will scorn to try a man, That hurls his weapons hence and runs away! How is he worthy of heavens victory; That, when it frowns, dares not look u and see? Me thinks w three are now environed round, With hosts of Angels, and our powerful Mars. Is putting bows of steel into our hands: He does suggest our wrath, and bids us, on! Oh what and army it's to have a cause Holy and just; there, there's our strength indeed. — Tu mente Labantes, Dirige nos, dubios: Certo Robore firma. If we must die, the narrow way to bliss, Shall be made wide for us, the gate wide open, And the spread Palace entertains with joy. Mean time, let's look Like men upon our g iefe. Out frown fate, Despot, Bulgaria, come! Turk! once more at thee (Tyrant) mortals must, Command Heavens favour in a cause so just. Alas my Lord that needs not, every day Is a sufficient he per to decay: Great workman, who art sparing in thy strength To bring things to perfectio , a to oret rne All thy best woe kes, thou usest sudden force, When men a E rio! and first con eived How long it's ere he see his native light? Then born, with expectation for his growth! Tenderly nourished, carefully brought up, Grown to p rfection, what a little thing, Serves to call on his sudden ruining? No sir, for nothing's hard To Nature, when she means consume A thousand Oaks (which time hath fixed i'th earth, As Monuments of lasting memory) Are in a moment turned to ashes all; Things that rise lowly, take a sudden fallen. Yes! We are ready still; a solid mind Must not be shaked with every blast of Wind! Pollux, nor Hercules, had none other art, To get them Mansions in the spangled Heavens Then a true firm resolve; the A riatike Sea, Shall from his currents with tempestuous blasts, Be sooner herd, than virtue from it's aim, Let us but think (when we so many see, Enjoying greater quiet than our selves.) How many have endured more misery; Ilion, Ilion, what a fate hadst thou? How fruitful Wertenberg thou in matter for thy foe? Thus we'll delude our grief, make our self glad, To think of Misery's that others had. Tush, tush (my Lord) there's on our side we know, One that can both, and will our weak hands g idem, One that will strike and thunder; Giant then, Look for a dart! we must not appoint when; Mean while help for to convey this burden henc Turk, though thy tyranny deny us graves, Corruption will give them spite of thee! Nor do our corpse, such Tombs and Caverns needs: For our own flesh, still our own graves to breed: And, when the Earth receives not, when they die; Heavens Vault overwhelmeth them, so their tomb's ith' sky. Let now victorious wreathes ingirt our rows, Let Angels instead of Soldiers wield our arms, against him, who that our Citti S might be his Strives to depopulate, and make them none! But look, look in the air (me thinks) I see And host of Soldiers brandishing their swords; Each corner of the Heaven shoots thunderbolts, To nail these impious forces to the Earth. Gentlemen, brother's, friends Soldiers, Christians, We have no reason to command of Heaven A thing denied to all mortality. Nor should we be so impude tly proud, As in this weak condition to repute Our selves above the stroke of Lady Chance, A caution must divine it ever fixed, That whil to her checks, equally fallen out, Community should ease their bitterness. I could afresh now shed those Princely tears To think sum h sudden rain should attend Heroic spirits glittering in bright arms But if the Grecian (when he herd the dreams Dispute worser subtly by Philosophers, To prove innumerable extant world's) Was truck with pensive , and wept to think He had not yet obtained ne for himself; What terror can affright a Christians thoughts Who knows there is a world, at liberty To breath in, when this glass of life is broke? Our foes with cir ling fury are entrenched; Pelions of earth and darkness shall orelade them, While we shall mount, and these our spirits light, Shall be yet ponderous to depress them lower. Nay, my nthesiasticke soul divines, That some weak hand shall from the blazing Zone Snatch Lightning, which shall strike that snarling C r With horror and amazement to the Earth! Which Hell cannot oppose! Turk, Tyrannise! Stand, yet at le gth to fallen my sacrifice. Super-Olympicke vigor will (no doubt) Squease all thy supercilious rancour out! Yes Turk to see thee die! Howl, howl (grim artar ) yell (thou gristly Will e) Force the blood from out thy gaping Wound! Dij tibi non mortem, quae c ctis p nam paratur, Said sensum post fata, tu dent (imp e) morti. Tyrant, it's known He's Lord of others life's that scorns his own! Would, would, would! Le ning on his sword. I thank the (great omnipotent) than I Shall ere laugh out the lag end of my life! Nay, hear me ( Turk ) now will I prompt their rage Lock me in the Bull of Phalaris, Cut off these eyelids, bid me then outgaze The parching Sunbeam; flay this tender ski , Set nests of Hornets on my rawest flesh, Let the Siconjan Clouds worser open brimstone on me, Pour boiling Lemnos on my greenest wounds, Put on my shoulder Ne us poisoned shirt, The Lord that holds Amurath of fers to touch his wounds. Bind all these bloody faces to my face Rock me Procra tes Like — Would, would, each groan is Balsome to my wounds: I am perfect well! Yea? and while your witty furies shall invent For me, some never herd of punishment; I see a guard of Saints ready to take me hence. Take then fro flight, my new rewarded soul, And seat thee on the winged Seraphims, Hast to the Empyreum, where thy welcome Shall be and Halelvia, anthem'd forth By the Chorus of the Angel-hierarchy. Pierce with (swift plumes) the concave paths oth' Moon Where the black air enlightened is with stars. Stay not to wonder (there) of wandering Signs At the inhorn'd Gemin , or Amph S Harp, At Arctos, or Boots, or the Bear, (Which are to pl see vizard Astrologers) Soar higher with the pitch and then look down To la gh at the hard trifles of the world! Perchance some oft have known a better life, Never did none ere leave it more willingly. Thou sacred guider of the arched Heavens, Who canst collect the scattering stars, and fix The Erratique Planet in the constant Pole, Oh why shouldst thou take such solicitous care To keep the air, and Elements in course? That Winter should uncloth our Mother Earth, And wrap her in a winding sheet of snow; That then the spring duly revives her still, Vnlinds her sinews, fills her cling'd up veins, With living Due, and makes her young again; Next that, the Nemean terror breathes her flames, To parch her flaxy hairs with furious heat; Which to allay too, thou opest the Chataracts, And watereth the world's Gardens with blessed drops; Canst thou which canst sustain the ponderous world, And keepest in true poize, securely sleep, Letting a Tyrant (which with a Philip, thus; Thou mightest sink to Earth) to baffle thee? A warrior in thy Fields, I long have been To see if in thy sacred providence, Thou meanest to arm me with thy thunderbolt, Yet, yet, it strikes not now, he Giant-wise, He dares thee again; pardon our earnest zeal What ere's decreed for man by thy behost, He must perform: and in obedience rest. Thou, Like Spectators when they do behold And hardy youth encountering with a Bear Or something terrible; then they give a shout, So dost thou even applaud thy self to see, Religion striving with Calamity. Which while it often bears, and still rests true, It's fence against all that after shall ensue. Turk, isle oppose thee still! Heaven has decreed: That this weak hand, shall make that tyrant bleed. A man religious, firm, and strongly good Cannot oth' sudden be, nor understood. Soul to detain thee from thy wished rest Were but and envious partly arise, farewell: To stay thee to accuse or fate or man Would show I were unwilling yet to leave thee But deer companion hence: cut through the air: Let not the grosen sse of my Earth over-lime Thy speedy wings, fly without weight of crime. Governor, Captains, hast unto your arms: The dangers imminent, and the Turk is at hand From what a dismal grave am I awaked, Entombed within a Golgotha of men; Have all these Souls prevented me in bliss, And left me in a dream of happiness? But soft! m thoughts he said he would descend! Then, Heavens one minutes breath, that's all I ask, And then I shall perform my life's true task.