GHOST OF BUSSY

UP from the Chaos of eternal night, (To which the whole digestion of the world Is now returning) once more I ascend, And bide the cold damp of this piercing air. To urge the justice, whose almighty word Measures the bloody acts of impious men, With equal penance, who in th'act it self Includes infliction, which Like chained shot Batter together still; though (as the thunder Seems, by men's duller hearing then their sighed, To break a great time after lightning forth, Yet both at one time tear the labouring cloud,) So men think penance of their ils is slow, Though th'ill and penance still together go. Reform ye ignorant men, your manless lives Whose laws ye think are nothing but your lustest When leaving but for supposition sake, The body of felicity (Religion) Set in the amid of Christendom, and her head Cleft to her bosom; one half one way swaying Another th'other: all the Christian world And all her laws, whose observation, Stands upon faith, above the power of reason: Leaving (I say) all these, this might suffice, To fray ye from your vicious swinge in ill, And set you more on fire to do more good: That since the world (as which of you denies) Stands by proportion, all may the ce conclude, That all the joints and nerves sustaining nature, As well may break, and yet the world abide, As any one good unrewarded die, Or any one ill escape his penalty. Danger (the spur of all great minds) is ever The curb to your tame spirits; you respect not (With all your holiness of life and learning) More then the present, Like illiterate vulgars, Your mind (you say) kept in your fleshes bounds, Shows that men will must ruled be by his power: When (by true doctrine) you are taught to live Rather without the body, then within; And rather to your God still then your self: To live to him, is to do all things fitting His Image, in which, Like himself we live; To be his Image, is to do those things, That make us deathless, which by death is only; Doing those deeds that fit eternity, And those deeds are the perfecting that Justice, That makes the world last, which proportion is Of punishment and wreak for every wrong, As well as for right a reward as strong: Away then, use the means thou hast to right The wrong I suffered. What corrupted Law Leaves unperformed in Kings, do thou supply, And be above them all in dignity. Away, dispute no more; get up, and see, Clermont must auchthor this joust Tragedy. Forbear. The air, in which My figures likeness is impressed, will blast, Let my revenge for all loves satisfy, In which (dame) fear not, Clermont shall not die: No word dispute more, up, and see th'euent. Make the Guard sure Renel; and then the doors Command to make fast, when the Earl is in. The black soft-footed hour is now on wing, Which for my joust wreak, Ghosts shall celebrate, With dances dire, and of infernal state.