in thy Seruice true and knowledge they Are now more raw and inexpert alway Nor they before haue beene be many fold When blindly thay idolatriz'd of old And whair a kind of knowledge is the which To any of sufficiencie is such Yea requisite as is and should euin Sufficient for th'Inheritors of heauin Jt is yet seene for the most part to be Conioynd in league with such hypocrasie As makes Thee that does searse the secret raen Detest abhor more hate them and disdaine Then if they had in all their Errors ill And in dark ignorance continued still Now for that few of vs and remanant Which truly still of grace participant And faithfully in thee beleeued haith It is with such infirmitie of faith And with so small correction of our Forepast trespasses and behauiour That our profession that notorious Should be of thy great Gospell glorious Supported is and borne with so few stuites And so small shaw of good and godly fruites Whose dignit ' and excellencie alon Requireth more than we can minde vpon So that this makes our Enemies and Foes Condemne vs and some also are of those That are our owne which doubtingly suspect Giue we or no be thine and thy elect The cause of this our state we grant whairin We stand it is the hudgenes of our sinne That beeing put in trust for to possesse This treasure of infinite worthines Thy Gospell great and be preferred thus Before our neighbours Christians with vs And yet in grait Obedience to Thee Behinde them all we will confesse are wee In knowledge first bot we are last in zeale In Doctrine far before them bot we faill To practise what is preach'd and ay we finde In Discipline we ever are behinde The bands aod holie Èock Lord of thy Law Full heavilie we suffer thoill and draw Whereby our liues too vitious and vaine We should amend correct reforme and straine Our fond affections all and everie thing In vs enorme we should in bondage bring The Gospell that vnto vs did aduce Of honors and of pleasures frier vse It welcome was and we did it embrace Bot that same Gospell that our wickednes Reproved and did threatten punishment We was there-with no thing so well content It that did our Ambition rebuke We skarcelie heard or lent thereto a looke And that thereof that does most neerlie touch Salvation of the Soule we make of much Bot that againe that doeth directlie more Seme to respect O Lord thy heavenlie glore And to the profite of our Neighbours all We make no compt nor care for it bot small And though the treasure of thy Word hes bene A pretious gift as like was never seene Th' assured signe of our Salvation Which to vs bairlie came not nor alone Bot with aboundance plentifull and peace And permanent so long and large a space As surelie never this litle thankfull Land Before in many passed ages fand Which benefits our neighbour Nations long Haue looked for and wish'd thir them among This makes vs Lord herefore accursedlie A great deall more in fault and giltie be Because we haue still proven our selfs so plaine Vngratfull for those thy great gifts againe There is likwise an other Ledder heir Whereon our sins they seme and they appeir To mount and clim more high in that that Wee Surmount into this lifs commoditie Our old Ancestours that profest with vs Even this thy holie Gospell glorious And yet we are yea everie day be day A great deale worse aud wickeder nor thay In blessings out-ward we be far aboue Our Nightbours yet far les to Thee in loue And grants we falt even in the grosse offence Of th' outward tokens of Obedience SCOTLAND HER GRIEF AT HIS Majesties going into England O England now exult Aud sing a cheerfull sang Now may thou joy since such a Roy Neu'r over thy Regions rang Our Soveraigne sweet our Jemme Iosias and our Iames The onely Starr that guids thy state And brights thee with his beams Thou now posseids with peace And hes with Loue at length That never could be win with war Nor yet constraind be strength Faits Time and Right hes made Thee to triumph into That not thy Martiall minded Men Nor actiue deeds could do The onely Ornament And Sun-shine of the Earth By destinies ordainde to bruke All Britaine or his Berth Thou hes and now enjoi's Our verie Soule and Sark A Dy'mond in thy Dyall set The hight of Honors wark These Royall vertues haill That thou to fore hes found In thy preceeding Princes all Even from his birth abound And gloriouslie into His Princelie person shine O England to thy comfort now And Scotland vnto thine In deed Thou should rejoice And be appleased since But grudge thou saw with glore the great Preferment of thy Prince For now thou may behold His Hienes Head to hemme Beside the old vnconquest Crowne A Triple Diademe All men may clearlie know What God his wisdome wroght And by thy Prince his patience Beyond beleif is broght Unto an happie end For in the British Throne Religion raign 's Peace there is plac'd And Iustice joind in one There Majestie does moue There Fortitude is fixt And there with Rigour or Revenge Is marvellous Mercie mixt There may thou view from East And from the setting Sunne Elected Legats send and from Remottest Regions runne T' applaud thy Prince his praise Their Pretious presents brings From Europe Afric Asia And from Amerik Kings Not that thy Lord inlaiks For his great state such store No no his Highnes hes his owne In infinite before Bot yet because they see Him blessed from aboue Thus they resort to signifie Vnto thy Lord their loue So Inely thou may joi's To heare his Name renound Since from his boundant benefits Some back to thee rebound And yet I grant thy griefe Is greater then thy gaine For but thy Head vnhappie thou Dismembred mone remaine And now shall heare his will Bot be commission that He from his mouth mellifluous Wont to communicat Most patiently and as Thy Parent and thy Prince Divulgating his Laws with loue And diuine Eloquence Thou must solicite be And carefull now t' inquire What credit beares the spurring Posts To the Synedrion heir Poore Orphane widow like Be thou in sable seene While as thy sister England goes Now gallantly in greene And like pale Lnna loure VVhen her Apollos light Is in eclipse or with a cloude Secluded from her sight For loe thy golden Sunne Into the South he shines VVhile thou Solsequium-like for thy Abstracted Titan tynes A bodie hudge thou ar Exhibit but a Hart. Vpon the worlds inconstaÌ„t stage To play the Monsters part Poore Ladie now thy Life Thy Lord and thy Belou'd And next that mightie Mobile Thy Mouer is remou'd Yet for thy great King Iames His Iubile reioyes Since he aboue the British blood Thy old now freinded foes Thou to his honour high Dilucidlie decerns With measure howe he moderates And like
shalt see there lyes Mater to make thee both to mourne and maze For yeares a youth dead in his tender dayes Enrich'd with graces reasonable and rare As thou shalt see all those lamenting layes And dulefull ditons cunninglie declare Then thou hes to dilat an other day Of such a man thou red into thy way PEREG The mourning of so many modest men The Deads deserts does evidently showe And causeth all inquisitiue to ken What was his worth that here is layd so lowe Through dint of death and destanies ov'rthrowe And what his parts were by their plaints appears Which surelie seru's him for to sound to blow And put his praise in all the honests ears And for my selfe J wolde enlarge the same And forther eik a fether to his fame Brethring in brugh and ye his brether borne And all that hes of his acquentance bene Doe what ye can his death for to adorne And mourne no more it will not mend to mein Set forth the Fame of the defunct your friend Ye Poets kyth your cunnings craft and can To cause his fame still floorish fresh and greene And be Èour Muse immortall make the man So Èow's be Partner of the praise and be Remembred both and honoured as He. Giue Èit no partiall nor a sparing praise Pen onely that that reason wee le may craue Jt buits nought much aboue all bounds to blaze Superfluous praises graces not the Graue Rander the right and let alone the leaue Extend the Truth and surely so you shall Alot him all the honour he would haue Both in his life and his last funerall Wouchaif to write and lend him lin's thairfoir That be Èour means he may liue euermoir Remors aud sorrow for sinne LOrd lend me light for to lament my life And sharpe my fight to sorrow for my sin Restraine the furie and the mortall strife Of spreit and flesh that I am entred in Permit me not without recourse to rin Nor walk the waies of the vnchastiz'd child Bot giue me grace and grant me to begin For to refuse the folies that defyld My sinfull soule and all my senses syld With showes of wordly vanities and welth And those inglorious glosis that begyld And did with hold me from my heauenly health Lord be thy spreit make me perceaue spy-them And then renounce and vtterly deny-them 2 God grant me grace for to digest my greif And for the spreit of patience I pray Lord send my Soule that long desir'd releif And now conuert my Carioune to clay Contract the Time Lord thraw the threid in twa And let me murne my miseries no moir Dislodge this life and doe not long delay To enter me in Thy eternall gloir Whair J may liue Thy louing face befoir Thair with thy Saincts vncessantly to sing Thy perfect praise and but all end adoir Thy holy name high Prophet Preist and King Vntie my tongue that I may sing and say O holy God all holy holy ay Inuocation for seasonable weather O Puissant Prince and King Cunctipotent Whose bodie rent was on the rack or Rude For mans great good O Lord thy selfe was shent Of that intent the Deuill to denude Vs to seclude from that feirce fierie flood Whilk reddie stood to drink vpî and demain That thou had then boght with thy blissed blood The heauenly foode that fed thy Isra'l faine Lord send againe to Nurish vs thy awne Since floods of Raine downfalls out from the Aer That we despaire to reape the fruites and graine Whairwith the plaine is now ore'spread alwhair My sute then Lord with spreit deprest receaue Grant J may haue that heir I humbly craue A PRAYER FOR THE ESTATE of the Church O Lord that art the strength and steadfast rock Let thy out-streatched arme frie and defend That now in danger be thy faithfull flock Which was which is and shall be to the end Cause now thy care vpon the Church be kend When Reprobats vprises to rebell And with their tricks and treasons does intend To wrest thy Word thou dictat hes thy sell Thought of the trueth no thing them selues can tell Bot boasts vs with the strength of strangers sword Apostat Papists from all parts expell Or turne them truelie to avow thy word Imped their Platt's their mintings make amîsse That ought bot well to thy Evangell wisse Comfort for my innocent afflicted friend LEt not blasphemous barking beasts bereaue Nor causles thy accustom'd courage quaill For giltles states the keenest courage craue And most does in adversitie availl Though raging Rog's without all reason raill And wicked wretches at thy worth envy Yet all their falset in the sin shall faill When everie one thine innocence shall try To their eternall infamie and shame And to the lawd and honour of thy Name None bot the worthie are envyed worst And few traduc'd bot of the best estate The finest oft we finde vnfriendlie forst And with the beastlie borne at greatest hate Fooles onely at their Betters fortune frait And swels to see their credit to encresse Their malice yet should not thy mind amait Nor make thy priuat pleasures proue the Lesse Bot rather moue thee mirthfull more to bee And flout thy foolish foes that frouns on thee A Passion WHat greefe what anguish great What black and bitter baill So hurts and harmes my heavie heart And never makes to haill What hudge misfortunes mee Confounds defaits and foiles What daft desire like flamm's of fire Within my bowels boyls What subtill slight desaits What trains my soule to trap What wicked wiles my will invents Me Wretch in woe to wrap What lubrick pleasant showes With false impoysoned baits My fond fantastick fancie finds To sensuall consaits What wylde corrupted thoughts As from their rute and stock Out of my heart like armies hudge About my braine doe flock What hundreth thousand ill 's From that first sinfull seeds Into my minde immur'd alace All bad abuses breeds What willingnes to vice What forwardnesse to fall What prompnes to trespasse is nurced in my naturall VVhat readinesse to stray VVhat rage from right to rin A beastlie bygate to embrace The sink of shame and sin VVhat inward foolish force VVhat inclinations ill Into my endlesse errors ay Makes me continue still Or what a madnesse is 't That but remorse or feare I with my God almost his Word And will reveild I weir Who in his Wisdome hes All Natures made of naught And ilk a Creature and kind Their severall courses taught The Bodies all aboue The spheir and cirled Heauen He maks rin restlesse round about As violentlie drawen The sure and solid Ground Just placed lik a prick In mids alike vnmoueable Does still and stable stick With both the sorts of Seas Embrodered about That still does brash and beat their banks With many roar and rout He all aboue the Earth The Region of the Air Right properlie appointed for His Palace did prepare Although the Heaven of Heavens Most polished perfite
borne to bide Of Nothing all all vnto Nothing must Revert and turne Death will in end devore And flesh transchange to filth as a before Disdaine those base and lowest earthlie things Flie through the skies vnto his burning throne Whose blessed sight to the beholders brings Be meere affection and his loue alone Those sacred holie benefits and blest Peace wealth and ease content and quiet rest Abandon then those all alluring baits Which to the Soule frams ruine and decay Be not infected with those frivole fraits That are in heavenlie happines a stay So in the earth your Names shall be renownd And in the heavens with Christ coheird crownd Non est mortale quod opto NOt mortal no nor earthlie is my aime Nor point's it to great Powers or empir's To Favours fraill nor to officious Fame Nor is it sworn to sensuall desires Nor wold I wish what worldlings covet most Glore got with ease and with lesse labor lost No tracking trash nor transitorious things Not Mammons muck that Mundans most on muse Impeds my Sprit which still aspiring springs That onely and Eternal good to chuse Which Spirits bad nor Angels blest aboue Not in a point can alter change or moue No bot it is that pure impassiue Spirit That ere all time was shall and onely is Good just and wise immortall infinit God all in all all onely is my wishe For in the same excessiuelie I shall Haue infinit and what I wold haue all VPON THE HONORABLE the Laird of Tolquhon ATtend come view behold here shall you see Into this graue as in a stealed glasse The suddaine change of men that mortall bee Now men now metamorphos'd in a masse Now paill and wan that even now vitall was Now braue now blyth now bodie but a breath Now flesh and blood now are we dust and asse Now like to liue now subject vnto death Now firie is now frosen hard our faith Now faithfull friends now false and fained foes Now patient now angrie full of wraith Now filthie weid now fragrant like the rose Now pampred vp like painted pots are wee And drosse againe in twinkling of an eie 2. REligion laiks out of this land a lampe Thou Publict-well weep for thy member may Thou Vertue wants the Captaine of thy camp Thou Countrey him that did thee honour ay You Poore haue lost that seldome said you nay You Friends your best and onely permanent Vnto you sex the damnage done this day What pithie pen in paper can imprent Truth Vertue Friends Well Countrey Poore lament His death to you that deutie did discharge And wroght with wit and wisdome to invent But others losse your limits to inlarge Then sex in one come honour now his death A liue who to dishonour you was leath To the Countrey where he lyes OF Buchan ground thou hes in graue thy glore And of thy Lairds the light within thee lyes Thou keeps his corps that best could thee decore And was be vote amongs the wisest wyse Thou does depresse that causd thee to arise And made thy Fame in everie Firth to flee His Trophee then Eternall maks thee twise First that thou bred one worthie such as hee Next that his bones should in thee buried bee And though thou Earth his earthlie joints enjoy Devised made and destinate to die Yet doubtles death dow never his deeds destroy For thought ye both do your deuour in this Fame and Remembrance shall amend your mis. Prosop to his liuing friends CEase mortall men for me mourne ye no more You griue your God and craibs him but a cause Ye follow fast though that I go before Death for thee last be course each of you knowes The daily dead you sure example showes You weep in vaine your mourning Me dismaies Ye get no wrong God sheares bot where he sow's Your childish plaints your weaknes lo bewrais Think after Death what state stil for you staies Pray with S. Paul for dissolution syne Think not by Death the better part decaies Bot think that death men worldlie maks divine The Scripture says we shall dissolue not die Then wait the houre and mourne no more for mee Vpon his deare friend Mr. A. M. GIflosse of friends if damnage great or skaith May moue to mourne to waill or to lament The first I think the greatest of them baith Yneugh for me and a fit argument Too much for those not toucht with such intent For friendes or Fortune once to mone or moue To all I say this is sufficient Agreing to all harmed Mens behoue Prick with the spur and force of onfold loue To such a one as by a just desert Sould longer liu'd bot weerds I you reproue And curst be thou death with thy dreadfull dart That in the spring and prime time of his yeere Hath from his being brought him to his Beere Vpon the verteous and worthie Virgin Helen Chein INjurious Death thy rage is but regarde No reason reuls where once thou gets a rest With reprobats the right reap's like rewarde The godles good the mein and mightiest Thy dart to dust does reddie bring the best And ay thou wretch the worthiest invyes As on this Maid thou hes made manifest That here interd into this Temple lyes The wisest wight that Nature could devise Whose Fame thy force and furie shall confound When from each pen her praise proceid thou spies Then Death all shall to thy disgrace redound And where she rests shall be inrold thy rage For marring her in morning of her age Vpon the honorable the Laird of Corss THe glorious Gods ô seldome wonder strange Drest in their dule convoied all with cair Wrath for thy wrack all willing to revenge Thy wrong down from the watrie voulted Air Hes left the Heavens their habitations thair Thy dolent death to quite it if they can The thundring Ioue to magnifie thee mair Hes vou'd to venge vpon the Sprit's that span Thy threid so thin the mightie Mars say's than The spoyls of death shall grace the graue aboue In spight of death in witnes that thou wan Of all the Gods the favour grace and loue Apollo last laments thee with the laue And vow's t'ingraph thy glore aboue thy graue Vpon the honorable I. Irv. of Pet. LIke as the Date or silver plumed Palme That planted is vpon an open plaine But helpe of hedge to keep it close and calme From v'olent winds and from the rapping raine Does vpright rise and levell like a rash And blooming bears her frute and floorish fresh So he that back as to his mothers womb This quiet Caverne and this silent Cell Returned is into this terrene tombe Against those foes the World the Devill and Hell He stoutlie stroue throgh force of faith strength And Iacob-like here Victor-lyes at lenth DIALOG VPON THE DEATH OF P. F. Baillie of Aberden CIVES STay stranger thou that so preceislie spyes With earnest eies and on those Graues does gaze Look here below where thou
Fortune Fate nor Chance VVas not the cause nor framers of my fall Bot be a pre-apointed Ordinance The Lord hes thus concluded me to call For Men are nought one way Attached all Nor by one kinde of Death ordaind to die No no but this Priuation temporall Hes different and divers sorts we see From Prison some departe and some flit free And some be force be butcherie or blood Yea some be everie Element there bee That does we knowe this corrupt course conclude Yet dies thou this I that he so and so Die wee in Christ the maner maters no. 3. DIe ye in Christ ye die well dying so For Fire nor Sword the Water Earth nor Air They haue no power nor the Puissance no But speciall permission to impair Nor for to harme into thy head an hair Vnlesse the Lord passe suffer or permit For he hes ay a kinde and constant Cair And ou'r his chosen still continues it His favours are not fragill fraill nor flit This way or that like worldlings now and than No no bot with his kindnes kind is knit Protection too each constant Christian Then die depart or howsoever ye go Die ye in Christ ye die well dying so DIALOGVE A new years gift Interl Charites and the Author Author THis Mornings as I from my rest araize And went to walke into the open Air I peradventure met whereon I gaize Thrie minÈard Maids all wonderfullie fair Their Robs a like replendant rich and rair Whereat I was more moved to admire Who they shold be whence from they came whair They at that time intended to retire Whill thus on them like one but life I looke One forward came and be the sleif Me shooke Gra. Where by thy minde when thou art musing thus Why stonish'd stands thou we intreat thee tell Quod one what wonders hes thou seene on vs That maks thee so for to forget thy sell Art thou inchanted be some Magick spell Or thinks thou vs of that accursed crew With Lucifer that from the Heaven down fell And now art come to vex and wearie yow Or why is it so stupefact thou stands Without so much as moving head or hands Auth. I mis-regarde not such thrie fair so far Nor doe I thinke the forme of those and thine For to be such as you haue said that ar Appeirandlie Immortall and Divine Swa that sweet Saints this musing is of mine A moldie grosnes in my mortall eies Which can not see nor suffer for to shyne Your glorie great for their infirmities And with my selfe I am debaitting who Thy selfe should be and thy Companions two Gra. Recall thy sprits thy musing then remoue Debar all doubts and wit thou this that wee Are called Faith strong Hope and constant Loue Of IOVA just th' vndoubted Daughters three Come of Intention for to talke with thee And giue thee some directions thou must doo For thou of vs art the appointed hee To beare Imbassage or our blessing too A much respected honorable Pair Thus it in few deliver and declair I Loue the first and greatest of the Graces Saluts them say conjunct and severall And promies them with all my friendl ' embraces ' Prosperitie and Peace perpetuall And I quod Faith adds to the former All A working quick and justifeing Faith And I quod Hope my Anchor sends which shall Sustaine them surelie in the Seas of Death For be it and with what thir two haue giuen Their Ancring shall be happie into heuin Now Friend we deeme dissolued is thy doubt Since thou of vs hes got a knowledge cleir And we because th Anuall course is out And this day enters the succeeding Èeir Haue purposed vnto Thee to appeir And chusd The to make manifest our minde Vnto that two that we doe hold so deir And hes their Hearts into one brest combind Who mutually shall linked liue and die Full of our Hope our Faith and Charitie An Confession of sinnes and Incalling of the Lord. O God which art great good and gratious Most holy powerfull and glorious We that are ashes of the Earth and dust When we fall down before the feet we must Of thy high Maiestie confesse that we Are Sinners vile borne and conceiued be In sinne and that by Nature we no lesse Are nor a lumpe of Vice and wickednes Whose Naturall and propertie appears To grow in sinne as we increase in yeares And in the works of wickednes and wrong Waxes and growes ay more and more more strong As does the body and the minde their strength And force receiue through tract of time and length Thair is in vs no good affection found No knowledge cleir wholesome sincere nor sound Nor manner how thy bidding to obey Nor how aplease thy maiestie we may Last Lord their byds into our flesh and blood Nothing that is or can be called good And thought our state accursed doth herein Yea wratched most apeare yet is our sinne More sinfull much and out of measure maid By the exceeding grace thou Lord hes laid And offred vs in the Evangell cleir Of thy vndoubted diuine Sonne most deir Wharby from profiting so much we ar That of our selfe we should waxe war and war For moir the light of knowledge is made plaine We would alace the blinder more remaine The more t' obey thee we are taught we would Be froward moir moir stubberner and bold Giue that by mightie power of thy spriet It were not fruitefull made and mollifeit And thought that this corruption Naturall VVe haue togidder and in common All VVith Adams putrified and rotten race That fell from God through misbeleif alace Yet we confesse in vs it buds much moir Nor into vthers it hes done befoir And so much moir set forth increst and grew Though we mo waies the same had to subdue And we we had yea much more meanes to kill Than others had this wickednes and ill Whair first of all the offer gratious Of that great treasure of thy word to vs Does make vs faultie into many parts Of th'Adamantine hardnes of our hearts For passing vther Nations thou hes lent And trusted vs that Iewell excellent And yet it hes with no small number bot A slender and a small intreatment got And felt as great resistance obstinate As at those gates it neuer knocked at For in this land a Portion is O Lord That partly neu'r wold yeild vnto thy word And partly when they had confes'd the same Defection made and Apostates became So proudly as it weare stands at defence Jn their conceits Lord with thine exceleÌ„ce The rest which makes therof profession And seemes t'assent and giues thereto submission They doe it not accordingly bot skant Of zeale they are in their profession fant For first thair many of our people be Which through affection fond to Papistrie So blinded are miscarried and led That straying still in ignorance they tred Yea of the Truth it selfe thought faithfully The word is preached in aboundancie Yet
appoint fit places for the Sphaeres From th'Earthlie Orbs destinct and severall Which we grosse Mortals marvels and admirs His Providence and Power plaine appears In th' artificiall forming of this Frame Whose various works dilucidats and cleirs Into the sure concerving of the same His wondrous wit exceeding all ingins Of Seculars and of the best Divins Vpon the certaintie of death and the vncertaintie of the houre NOthing then death more certaine is we see Yet nor the houre incertaine nothing more Than if as thou were eu'rie day to die Gouerne thy selfe and learne to liue therefore So shall thou not neede for to count nor cair Whence death shall come how when nor whair Jt is this life here well or lewdly led That this first Death makes dreidfull now or no Jf in misdeeds thy dayes thou driue then dred And full of dolor is this Death and O Perplexed so and so annoy'd that None Can wee l the passions of the spreit expone For all that thou hes done vnto that day Thy secret sinnes thy seene and publict shall Dismasked all arryue into array T' accuse the in thy Conscience and call The to account so spatious and large That Liuers lewd can scarsely scarse discharge Man his Immoderate care for transitorious things OVr labours studies exercise and Paine And for this corps is our continuall cair For why t' acquire thairto some gloir or gaine No perrill nor impietie we spair VVeneuer leaue bot labours late air And for t' attract vile trash we neuer tyre Like frantick fooles and furious we fair VVhile we possesse that wherunto w'aspire Through per'lous paths salt seas and flashing fire But Prouidence we passe we post we Ply For to enioy the depth of our desire No nought the night in quiet can we lie Bot puts vnto all hazards but a Host The Soule to Christ that did so deerely cost Meanes how to bridle the carnall desires of men NOthing so fit to danton the desires And appetites of fragill fleshly Men That so much raignes and ouer them empires Nor with considred Conscience to ken And wisely wey what is this Bodie that They fearce so full and dresse so delicat VVould they consider and bot sight the same And but selfe loue these circumstances see VVhat is their kind whairof compound they came And then how short here thair abydings be Or at the least how much incertaine since One houre they are and or an vther hence Or would men mortall meditate and marke Of Nothing how the great Creator choosd To frame so fair the worlds most wondrous wark And from no monstrous masse but forme confusde As Fablers fain into their wanton verse Created He the boundles Vniverse And how of th' Earth the grossest Element He all the kinds of Creatures compones And how th' Artificer most Excellent Thair fragill flesh thair Bodies blood and bones Did make of mater most despisd and basse The Earth her dust her excrements and ashe Thus that they are wold they bot well aduise Dung dust and ash which so aliue they loue And looke againe when dead but life one lies How putrid and vnpleasant soone they prooue These would they wey view warlie and adart They should not then so primp the Earthly part Comparison hetwixt the bed and the Graue THe bed which most for our repofe we haue Whairin the nat'ral night we softly sleepe May fitly be compared to the graue That these our corps when they are cold does keep And not vnto that Den or Dreadfull deepe Whairin the damn'd shall dying neuer dye Bot thair in euer skalding lead shall sleepe And euermoir eternal Torments trie Jnto our Couch we sensles seeme and lie As if no braith were in our breasts nor braine Bot once our sleeping termes expir'd we spie And cleirly knowes we liuely grow againe So in the graue that of the dust is drest A little time and then to rise we rest Of the breuitie and miseries of man his life THis transitorious time And present passing life The Scripture cals an Pilgrimage A trauell way a strtfe Because continually Jt but all resting rins And plies vnto an end fra once Jt enters and begins For like as they whom ships Or wheeled coatches carrie Altho they either sit or sleepe They tine no time nor tarrie Bot as with wings and wind Supported they proceed Though they their passage cannot spy And spurring posts with speed So eu'ry one of vs Albeit we busied be With worldly works and plainely so Cannot perceiue nor see Our life of little length Like waxen tapers spend Yet but dignoscing driues our daies And we draw to our end The Posts and passengers As many gaits they goe So much they see and hauing seene They seeke no more and so What in their way they view Before them what they finde They gaze vpon then goes and leaues What they beheld behinde As forward then they fair Before them set they see Most wondrous worthie works t'invit the most envyous eie Which for a while th'admire As glorious rich and rare Yet they returne to travell on And may not tarie there Thereafter Middows Fields And Pastures plaine they spy Whereat they wonder and they gaze And gazing they go by Then in their progresse they They obviat and meete Sometime with silver Sanded Streams Some sowre some sharp some sweet Sometimes with Fountains fresh And Conduits cristalene And oft with Orchards full of frute And Forrests grassie grene Which for a time content They visie and rejoes Bot shortlie satiat with the sight They take their gaits and goes Where they before them finde A wilde vnpleasant way Of thistles thornes and brears where they Constrained are to stay Yet with great greef and paine Woe and vexation sore These perlous paths they over passe Then minds on them no more Suchlike some one will be Incarcerat and cast Jn firmance or in prison put And therein fettered fast Vext and afflicted too Or to the torment taine Yet all these greefs he will forget If he b'inlargd againe Even so with vs it is One moment we do meete With many most delightfull things All pleasant to the Sperit An other while we finde Displeasant Greefs most grosse And Sorrows that excedinglie Our cheef Contents does crosse Yet all our greefs and game Jnto an houre O nay Jnto a moment they shall melt And vanish will away In publict paths we see A new imprinted passe Anone an other with his foot That foor-step doth deface An other comes and with His dust-depressing dint Incontinent he does cancell His Predicessours print And thus our nat'rall life Whereof we make so much And mainlie muses to mentaine Js it not see you such Saith Basile ask and speir At these thy grow's and grange Vnto thy days how many Names They vse to chop and change Some-time they did belong To such a one and sine An other did possesse the same And lastlie they are thine Perhaps some other yet Shall in thy