re and more.
No stay in fading states,
For more to height they retch,
Their fellow miseries
The more to height do stretch.
They clinge euen to the crowne,
And threatning furious wise
From tirannizing pates
Do often pull it downe.
In vaine on waues vntride
to shunne them go we should
To _Scythes_ and _Massagetes_
Who neare the Pole reside:
In vaine to boiling sandes
Which _Phaebus_ battry beates,
For with vs still they would
Cut seas and compasse landes.
The darknes no more sure
To ioyne with heauy night:
The light which guildes the dayes
To follow _Titan_ pure:
No more the shadow light
The body to ensue:
Then wretchednes alwaies
Vs wretches to pursue.
O blest who neuer breath'd,
Or whome with pittie mou'de,
_Death_ from his cradle reau'de,
And swadled in his graue:
And blessed also he
(As curse may blessing haue)
Who low and liuing free
No princes charge hath prou'de.
By stealing sacred fire
_Prometheus_ then vnwise,
Prouoking Gods to ire,
The heape of ills did sturre,
And sicknes pale and colde
Our ende which onward spurre,
To plague our hands too bolde
To filch the wealth of Skies.
In heauens hate since then
Of ill with ill enchain'd
We race of mortall men
full fraught our breasts haue borne:
And thousand thousand woes
Our heau'nly soules now thorne,
Which free before from those
No! earthly passion pain'd.
Warre and warres bitter cheare
Now long time with vs staie,
And feare of hated foe
Still still encreaseth sore:
Our harmes worse dayly growe,
Lesse yesterdaye they were
Then now, and will be more
To morowe then to daye.

Act. 2.

_Philostratus._

What horrible furie, what cruell rage,
O _AEgipt_ so extremely thee torments?
Hast thou the Gods so angred by thy fault?
Hast thou against them some such crime conceiu'd,
That their engrained hand lift vp in threats
They should desire in thy hard bloud to bathe?
And that their burning wrath which nought can quench
Should pittiles on vs still lighten downe?
We are not hew'n out of the monst'rous masse
Of _Giantes_ those, which heauens wrack conspir'd:
_Ixions_ race, false prater of his loues:
Nor yet of him who fained lightnings found:
Nor cruell _Tantalus_, nor bloudie _Atreus_,
Whose cu