Still to seeme good, would evermore dispence That now begins to boyle, have thought it good Of Thamar, and her lustfull brothers strife; Chapters are read, and hymnes are sweetly sung, Joyntly commanded by the nose and tongue; Then on the Worde wee diversly dilate, Wrangling indeed for heat of zeale, not hate: When at the length an unappeased doubt Feircely comes in, and then the light goes out; Darkness thus workes our peace, and wee containe Our fyery spiritts till we, see againe. Till then, no voice is heard, no tongue doth goe, Except a tender Sister shreike, or so. Such should be our delights, grave and demure, As those thou seek'st to hinder, but I feare Few are the righteous now, nor do I know Since our sincerest patron is deceas't, The number of the righteous is decreast. But wee do hope these times will on, and breed A faction mighty for us; for indeede Wee labour all, and every Sister joynes To have regenerate babes spring from our loynes : Besides, what many carefully have done, t Getting the unrighteous man, a righteous sonne. Follow this suite more close, let it not goe Till it be thine as thou would'st have 't: for soe Thy successors, upon the same entayle, Hereafter, may take up the Whitson-ale. ANNE, WIFE OF JAMES THE FIRST, Daughter of Frederick the Second, king of Denmark, died of a dropsy the 2d of March 1619. On the 18th of November 1618, a comet (as alluded to in a foregoing poem) was seen in Libra, which continued visible till the 16th of December; and the vulgar, who think Nunquam futilibus excanduit ignibus æther, considered it indicative of great misfortunes; and the death of the queen which closely followed, the first object of its portentous mission. "The queen was in her great condition," says Wilson, 66 a good woman, not tempted from that height she stood on to embroyl her spirit much with things below her, only giving herself content |