TO THE READER. THERE are but few of many that can rightly judge of poetry, and yet there are many of those few that carry so left-handed an opinion of it, as some of them think it half sacrilege for profane poetry to deal with divine and heavenly matters; as though David were to be sentenced by them, for uttering his grave matter upon the harp; others, something more violent in their censure, but sure less reasonable (as though poetry corrupted all good wits, when indeed bad wits corrupt poetry), banish it, with Plato, out of all well-ordered commonwealths. Both these I will strive rather to satisfy, then refute. And of the first I would gladly know, whether they suppose it fitter, that the sacred songs in the scripture of those heroical saints, Moses, Deborah, Jeremiah, Mary, Simeon, David, Solomon, (the wisest schoolman, and wittiest poet) should be ejected from the canon for want of gravity, or rather this errour erased out of their minds, for want of truth. But, it may be, they will give the Spirit of God leave to breathe through what pipe it please, and will confess, because they must needs, that all the songs dittied by him, must needs be, as their fountain is, most holy; but their common clamour is, "Who may compare with God?" True; and yet as none may compare without presumption, so all may imitate, and not without commendation; which made Nazianzen, one of the stars of the Greek church, that now shines as bright in Heaven, as he did then on Earth, write so many divine poems of the Genealogy, Miracles, Passion of Christ, called by him his Xgrès máxwv.— Which, when Basil, the prince of the fathers, and his chamberfellow, had seen, his opinion of them was, that he could have devised nothing either more fruitful to others, because it kindly wooed them to religion; or more honourable to himself, Οὐδὲν γὰρ μακαριώτερόν ἐτι τοῦ τὴν ἀγγέλων χορείαν ἐν câ yŷ μsprîter because, by imitating the singing angels in Heaven, himself became, though before his time, an earthly angel. What should I speak of Juvencus, Prosper, and the wise Prudentius? the last of which living in Hierome's time, twelve hundred years ago, brought forth in his declining age, so many, and so religious poems, straitly charging his soul, not to let pass so much as one either night or day without some divine song: Hymnis continuet dies, nec nox ulla vacet, quin Dominum canat. And as sedulous Prudentius, so prudent Sedulius was famous in this poetical divinity, the coetan of Bernard, who sung the history of Christ with as much devotion in himself, as admiration tơ others; all which were followed by the choicest wits of Christendom: Nonnius translating all St. John's gospel into Greek verse, Sanazar, the late living image, and happy imitator of Virgil, bestowing ten years upon a song, only to celebrate that one day when Christ was born unto us on Earth, and we (a happy change) unto God in Heaven: thrice honoured Bartas, and our (1 know no other name more glorious than his own) Mr. Edmund Spencer (two blessed souls) not thinking ten years enough, laying out their whole lives upon this one study. Nay, 1 may justly say that the princely father of our country (though in my conscience God hath made him of all the learned princes that ever were, the most religious, and of all the religious princes, the most learned; that so, by the one he might oppose him against the pope, the pest of all religion; and by the other, against Bellarmine, the abuser of all good learning) is yet so far enamoured with this celestial muse, that it shall never repent me-calamo trivisse lubellum, whensoever I shall remember Hæc eade ut sciret quid non faciebat Amyntas? To name no more in such plenty, where I may nd how to begin, sooner then to end, St. Paul by the example of Christ, that went singing to mount Clivet, with his disciples, after bis last supper, exciteth the Christians, to solace themselves with hymns, and psalms, and spiritual songs; and therefore, by their leaves, be it an errour for poets to be divines, I had rather err with the scripture, than be rectified by them: I had rather adore the steps of Nazianzen, Prudentius, Sedulius, then follow their steps to be misguided: I had rather be the devout admirer of Nonnius, Bartas, my sacred sovereign, and others, the miracles of our latter age, than the false sectary of these, that have nothing at all to follow, but their own naked opinions. To conclude, I had rather with my Lord, and his most divine apostle, sing (though I sing sorrily) the love of Heaven and Earth, than praise God (as they do) with the worthy gift of silence, and sitting still, or think I disprais'd him with this poetical discourse. It seems they have either not read, or clean forgot, that it is the duty of the Muses (if we may believe Pindar and Hesiod) to set always under the throne of Jupiter, ejus et laudes, et beneficia vuruúrns, which made a very worthy German writer conclude it, Certò statuimus, proprium atque peculiare poetarum munus esse, Christi gloriam illustrare, being good reason that the heavenly infusion of such poetry should end in his glory, that had beginning from his goodness, fit orator, nascitur poeta. For the second sort therefore, that eliminate poets out of their city gates, as though they were now grown so bad, as they could neither grow worse, nor better, though it be somewhat hard for those to be the only men should want cities, that were the only causers of the building of them; and somewhat inhumane to thrust them into the woods, to live among the beasts, who were the first that called men out of the woods, from their beastly, and wild life; yet since they will needs shoulder them out for the only firebrands to inflame lust (the fault of earthly men, not heavenly poetry) I would gladly learn, what kind of professions these men would be entreated to entertain, that so deride and disaffect poesy: would they admit of philosophers, that after they have burnt out the whole candle of their life in the circular study of sciences, cry out at length, "Se nihil prorsus scire?" or should musicians be welcome to them, that Dant sine mente sonum-bring delight with them indeed, could they as well express with their instruments a voice, as they can a sound? or would they most approve of soldiers that defend the life of their countrymen, either by the death of themselves, or their enemies? If philosophers please them, who is it that knows not, that all the lights of example, to clear their precepts, are borrowed by philosophers from poets? that without Homer's examples, Aristotle would be as blind as Homer? If they retain musicians, who ever doubted, but that poets infused the very soul into the inarticulate sounds of music? that without Pindar and Horace, the lyrics had been silenced for ever? If they must needs entertain soldiers, who can bnt confess, that poets restore again that life to soldiers, which they before lost for the safety of their country? that without Virgil, Æneas had never been so much as heard of? How then can they for shame deny commonwealths to them, who were the first authors of them? how can they deny the blind philosopher that teaches them, his light? the empty musician that delights them his soul? the dying soldier that defends their life, immortality, after his own death? Let philosophy, let ethics, let all the arts bestow upon us this gift, that we be not thought dead men, whilst we remain among the living, it is only poetry that can make us be thought living men, when we lie among the dead; and therefore I think it unequal, to thrust them out of our cities, that call us out of our graves; to think so hardly of them, that make us to be so well thought of; to deny them to live a while among us, that make us live for ever among our posterity. So being now weary in persuading those that hate, I commend myself to those that love such poets, as Plato speaks of, that sing divine and heroical matters. 'Ov yag ivros sien di raŭra Xíyovres, dax' ¿ Oses, dutés ism iλśywv, recommending these my idle hours, not idly spent, to good scholars, and good Christians, that have overcome their ignorance with reason, and their reason with religion. RECOMMENDATORY POEMS. DEFUNCTO FRATRI Tur (if thou canst) how mounted on his sphere, QUID ô quid Veneres, Cupidinésque, At tu, qui clypeo haud inane nomen Quin ille ipse tuos legens triumphos, Tuò propitius parat labori PHIN. FLETCHER. Regal. Η Μαριάμ. Μὴ μιαρά. BEATISSIMA Virginum Maria; Sed matérque simul beata. Perquam, Qui semper fuit, ille cœpit esse ; Quæ vitæ dederisque inire vitam; Agno cum Deus insit, et columbæ. NOR can I so much say as much I ought, F. NETHERSOLE. POEMS OF GILES FLETCHER. CHRIST'S VICTORY IN HEAVEN. THE ARGUMENT. Egypt, ver. 81. The angels and men, ver. 82. 83. The effect of Mercy's speech, ver. 84. transition to Christ's second victory, ver. 85. 1 THE birth of Him that no beginning knew, The argument propounded in general. Our redemption by Christ, ver. 1, 2. The author's invocation for the better handling of it, ver. 3, 4. Man's redemption, from the cause. Mercy dwelling in Heaven, and pleading for men now guilty, with Justice described by her qualities, ver. 5-10. Her retinue, ver. 12. Her subject, ver. 15. Her accusation of man's sin, ver. 17. And 1st, of Adam's first sin, ver. 18, 19. Then of his posterity's, in all kind of idolatry, Ter. 20-24. How hopeful any patronage of it, ver. 25-27. All the creatures having disleagued themselves with him for his extreme Descended from the bosom of the High, unthankfulness, ver. 28-33. So that being To clothe himself in naked misery, [antly, destitute of all hope and remedy, he can look Sailing at length to Heav'n, in Earth, triumphfor nothing but a fearful sentence, ver. 35-40. Is the first flame, wherewith my whiter Muse The effect of Justice her speech: the inflamma-Doth burn in heavenly love, such love to tell. tion of the heavenly powers appeased by Mercy, O thou that didst this holy fire infuse, [Hell, who is described by her cheerfulness to defend And taught'st this breast, but late the grave of man, ver 40-42. Our inability to describe her, Wherein a blind and dead heart liv'd, to swell ver. 43, 44. Her beauty, resembled by the With better thoughts, send down those lights creatures, which are all frail shadows of her that lend Essential perfection, ver. 45, 46. Her attendants, ver. 46, 47. Her persuasive power, ver. 48 -50. Her kind offices to man, ver. 51. 52. Her garments wrought by her own hands, wherewith she clothes herself, composed of all the creatores, ver. 53. The earth, ver. 54. Sea, ver. 55, 56. Air, ver. 57, 58. The celestial bodies, ver. 59, 60. The third Heaven, ver. 61, 62. Her objects, ver. 63. Repentance, ver. 64-66. Faith, ver. 67-69. Her deprecative speech for man: in which she translates the principal fault unto the devil; and repeating Justice her aggravation of men's sin, mitigates it; 1st, By a contrary inference: 2d, By intercessing herself in the cause, and Christ, ver. 70-75. That is as sufficient to satisfy, as man was impotent, ver. 76, 77. Whom she celebrates from the time of his nativity, ver. 78. From the effects of it in himself, ver. 79, 80. Knowledge, how to begin, and how to end Could Justice be of sin so over-woo'd, There is a place beyond that flaming hill To keep an everlasting Sabbath's rest; Eternal fate; lest it should quite erase [grace, So that this creature well might called be Open'd the world which all in darkness lay, Into the solid heart, and with her ears, The silence of the thought loud speaking hears, Sending his eyes to Heav'n swimming in tears, The winged lightning is her Mercury, And round about her mighty thunders sound: Pale Sickness, with her kercher'd head up wound, Famine, and bloodless Care, and bloody War, Pefore this cursed throng goes Ignorance, painted : Was never heart of mortal so untainted, Witness the thunder that mount Sinai heard, All Heav'n, to hear her speech, did into silence draw. (Proud of the mire, in which his soul is pen'd) That his own soul would her own murder wreak, "How many darts made furrows in his side, He fled thy sight, himself of light bereav'd; "And well he might delude those eyes that see, Proclaimed trees almighty: gods of wood, |