in others harme delight The brother scarce may brother trust eche man his friende must feare The father of hys sonne in doubt doth liue sure Hell is here The furies and the stinking flouds that lye in Lumbo lake The gaping grenning Helhound wood and all that Hell doth take Sleepe only peace to man doth bring amid his fleering life Nothing than this if dreames fray not more sweete or voide of strife For cares and labour it extles and with his pleasant wings The wretched body resting brodes and sweere estate him brings Yet nature seemes thys rest to hate and ordainde hath hereby The stinging Gnat and byting Flea to vexe continually With twinging prick this pleasant ioy whereby both night and day Might mischiefes euer present be More better farre away Therefore is death than picture hys For who so once the seas of lyfe in ioyfull bote hath past And in the quiet hauen fayre his Anker safe hath cast With mery heart doth laugh to scorne the blastes of raging wyndes With tempests black and Leucoths hed which floury Garlandes byndes Doth honor much and Melicâ—rt with giftes he doth salute And safe amid the shore he ioyes with playes of sundry sute Death endes al pain al bonds doth lose death causes feare to flie And daungers all by death are forede to rest eternally And as no griefe nor paine thee vext before thy Syre thee got So shalt thou feele no griefe nor paine when death hir dart hath shot Who can conceiue the times as yll he felt hys byrth before Or iudge of dayes he neuer saw or shall see neuer more Or who will once dispraise the night as wretched nought or yll Wherein possest of deadly sleepe he senselesse lay ful still For what is death continuall sleepe what sleepe for small time death But many thinke soules neuer die but after losse of breath The dead they say doe liue againe and fleshe forsaking quite As cockels from the shell outdrawne to Pluto take their flight And downwarde hedlong fast they run in kingdome blacke to sayle There faine they woods of Mirtel trees where wofull louers wayle There riuers run wyth flaming flouds and dreadfull Monsters bee That poysoÌ„ fome with gaping throtes theyr places may you see Of diuers forme where Infants crye and where the gilty Ghostes The furies fierce of Hell doe burne and whip fast lynckd to postes And where the pleasant fieldes doe lye with goodly greene arayed As due to blessed men that here their pagents wel haue playde But other now say otherwise and soules they graunt remayne But those that wel in earth haue liude with starres aboue shall rayne And they againe that lyke to beastes haue serude licencious minde And God neglect in forme of beastes to liue are all assinde In brutishe shape to wander long by iudgement iust are made Til time that purged front their crime they come to hyghest grade Which things in deede if they wer true death fearefull might be thought Or at the least a better lyfe and voide of sinne be sought For to the iust hereby is got the ioyes and pleasures true Wheras the wicked shall receiue their paines and merits due But whether that the deade doe liue or that they nothing bee And soule with body hath hys ende pertaineth not to mee For I mee thinks haue sayd ynough enquire of Sister mine Whom Grecians wysedome euer call these thoughtes she doth defyne And alwayes searcheth secrete things and verity doth showe Hir teaching well thou maist attaine the state of soules to knowe Except it serue to tell thee that death is not to be dred At least vnto the iust that here a righteous life haue led For eyther quiet rest they haue in sleepe that still doth last Or happy else they shall receiue rewardes for vertue past wherfore go to liue Godly now put vice from minde away So death shall seme but light to thee and graue thee not shall fray But now in minde these words reuolue both speake and think this thing What hurt shall death to mee procure what losse shall graue mee bring No whit for trouth what will it haue of richesse mee depriue But richesse then I shall not neede for nothing then I striue But richest then I may be calde for welthyest is the wight Not that doth most possesse but he that lacketh least in syght Gold siluer precious stones and lands with sumptuous fyne aray With other lyke I will despise as things that I not way Nor pleasure past shall greue me then no more than greueth beastes Swete plesant sparkling wines to lack or Custards fyne in feastes The thinges that no man doth desyre what if they not be had But friends children sweete to leaue wil make thou sayest men sad why shuld this thing me greue so much were it not hurtful more If in my life my frends should dye and I lament therfore Continually as some do write how for Antilochus Syr Nestor wept as for his sonne whome slewe the King Turnus While he the Troians armies helpt Euandre liude in woe I go before and what for this they all shall after goe When God appoynted hath their time and me agayne shall see If soules be ought as we beleue as Christ declares they be Well whatsoeuer that it is death yll I may not call Bycause it riches takes away and pleasaunt ioyes wythall For vnto vs these are but lent the vse doth nature giue And not the thing it selfe she deales to mortal men that liue Sith nothing then to me belongs to death I wyl resigne Al other things that here I haue as nothing sure of mine What if I others goods do leaue wherfore should I lament If nature nowe do aske agayne the things that she me lent I naked came into this world and naked wil I out For this world is an Inne where hostes of men a wondrous roure Who for a time do vse the foode that layes before their face Their hoste and therewithal doth say syrs take and eate apace Not for desertes of you we giue these things but of good wyll These pleasant dishes here we set therewith your selues to fyll Untill such time as I thinke good to byd you hence departe And say from vp my table rise now ease with ioyfull harte But when the houre last shal come wherein I byd you go With willing minde obey me then and place resigne you thoe To other gests that here shal syt let them reioyce a while wyth dishes these who wyll repine except he be to vile Lack wyt or else vnthanckfull be hearing these wordes to go From others dores or else wyll syt while he commaundeth so But he shal cry come forth you Knaue and thrust him out by the eares And yll apayd he forwardes goes wyth woful weping teares Wherfore should I if he do call that all things here doth guide â—epine to go from hence or seeke in wretched life to byde As many do nor fyt it is nay willing hence
soule of man doth neuer dye and body liues without But thys ynough time biddes me ende nor ignoraunt am I That soule of many although vnapt is termde a melodye And as of sundry voices moued an harmony proceedes Of sundry compoundes medeyne made which force of healyng brcedes So of the ioyned elaments by certayne meane and way Created of the heauens eke the soule to be some say A part wherof in body dwels and part abrode doth lye As syght doth spring of outwarde lyght and vertue of the eye For Heauen is the chiefest cause from which all things doe spring wythout whose ayde y e earth coulde not nor seas breede any thing But thys opinion is not true for if it should be so The soule with flesh should neuer striue nor once against it go But euermore in one agree As euery powre doth showe That wonted are of myâ—ed things by sprite diuine to growe As in the kinde of hearbs apperes and in the precious stone Some think the soule doth not remaine when fleshe is from it gone Bicause that heauy sluggishe sleepe the nerest thing that may Resemble death doth seeme to take both sense and minde away Or for bycause they see the minde wyth sycknesse diuersly So vext and harmde that it can not the place it hath supply And with the body to encrease wyth which it eke decayes As well apperes in children yong and men of elder dayes Fonde is the childe the man discrete the olde man doteth styll For weake vnweldy wythered age doth minde and body spyll And more say they if that the soule of substance be diuine And seured from these fleshly lyms may leade a lyfe more fine Then why should it in wretched fleshe so seeke it selfe to place By whose defect so many yls and mischiefe it deface But fonde she is therfore if that she doe this willingly And if perforce she be compelde in carcasse caued to lye who doth coÌ„straine Doth God himself then hir he naught esteemes Nay which in prison vile he puts to hate he rather seemes More of it selfe except it learne synce it doth nothing knowe And oftentimes forgetfulnesse the minde doth ouerthrowe Therefore they iudge it nothing is when body here doth dye For learne it cannot senses deade which it knowes all things by Some other say that soule there is in all the worlde but one Which giueth lyfe to euery thing as Sunne but one alone There is that makes all eyes to see eternall think they this Though bodyes dye as eyes put out the Sunne eternall is These trifles fonde it is not harde wyth reason to disproue But here I longer am I feare than it doth me behoue There shal not want that such demauÌ„de shall aunswere once at full And all the doubtes therin assoyle and knots asunder pull O man of sharpe and pregnant wyt thy prayse shall liue with mine Our labours doubt not shall coÌ„mende the men of later time They famous worke attempt seedes of Heauen on earth go sowe This one thing will I more put to that euery man may knowe The soule immortall for to be and sprong of heauenly grace If senses and affections all he will restraine a space If that dispisyng worldly ioyes and earthly thoughtes resynde wyth dayly labour he attempt to God to lyfte hys minde Then perfect wisedome shall he haue and things to come foretell Awake or else in heuye sleepes perceiue the same as well In thys sort did the Prophetes olde the things to come declare The sober minde therefore doth come more nere to heauenly fare The farther from the fleshe it flyes and from the earthly care But lyke to beastes the greatest sort doe liue as sense doth wyll And thinke none other good to be but fleshe to haue hys fill Hereof 〈◊〉 comes that many think the soule with body dyes Bicause they see not things diuine with weake and fleshly eyes But of the soule thys shall suffise let vs returne againe To him that made the world whom we conclude for to remaine Of body voide and thousandes more that body line without As thick as in the woodes the leaues doe cluster trees about And if they bodyes haue at all so purely are they finde That sense of ours cannot perceiue but onely seene of mynde But thou my Muse be silent here and when hys wyll shall be And pleasure eke who moues my lips then shalt thou searche with me The cause of things that vnderueath the cyrcle of the Moone We see to passe if they by chaunce or fatall force be done And whylst while as the Sunne y e backe of Lyon flaming fryes And doubling oft hir creaking voyce the Greshop chyrping cryes Encompast with the shadowing grasse let vs finde out in shade Of Lawrell or sweete Mirtle tree where hushing noyse is made Of streames that flowes from Parnas springs a quiet resting place For rest doth well refreshe the minde and calles againe the grace And straight when as wyth quietnesse our strength is come againe I wyll if thou wilt fauour me and me wyth grace mayntayne Attempt to touch the stately tunes and if the almighty King with countenance sweete do graunt me ayde my labour long pitying And pouerty driue farre from me and bytter cares expel Al wholly wyl I liue wyth thee and alwayes wyth thee dwel This onely shal be my delight my selfe then shal I fyll Wyth pleasant Aganippaes streames and syng on Cirphâ—s hyll Scorpius the eyght Boke THe cause why mortal state doth pas such croked coÌ„trary wayes Some sort in honour happily do spend their ioyfull dayes And other some in myserie oppressed continually Wyth dayly moyling vexed sore in fame obscure do lye Fayre Muse declare for vnto thee it lawful is to knowe The councels of the Goddes aboue and secrets for to showe Some men by blinde disordred chaunce thinke all things done to be Nor world by reason to be ruled bycause they most things see Wyth vndeserued goods adourned and most things plagued agayne Uniustly vext wyth noysome ils and difference none to rayne The iust and vertuous men opprest and Rake helles hiely placed And vice than vertue more esteemed and Churches al defaced Wyth fyry flame of thunder cracks and most men for to gayne By synfull vsage of themselues and craft of subtyle brayne Such when they see to come to passe the greatest parte surmyse Eyther no Gods at al to be or else that they dispise The base affayres of mortal men And only heauens minde therfore they rash and blindely say Uncertayne chaunce in euery thing doth beare the chiefest sway But Fortune some to thee do giue the gouernance ouer al And thee Lady chiefe of euery thing on earth do cal And that thou holdst the scepters here wyth browes that sowrely frowne And wyth thy false vnstable wheele turnst al things vpsyde downe To thee the olde deceyued age dyd buyld their altares hye And often tymes before thy face their sacrifice dyd lye Some are besides that do
The chiefe and perfect good is God and who so him possest May called be of euery man the happiest man and blest But who can him obtayne to haue for ethe thing had as yet Is farre more vile than he that hath obtayned it to get And euery kind of thing possesr is eke of value lesse Than is the owner of the same that then doth it possesse For euen as sone thou mayst contayne the Occean sea as wet Wythin the compasse of a did or of an Oyster shel O candle set before the windes O subiect dust to graue Than Lord of such a mighty power by any meanes to haue Alone God al things doth possesse and hath himselfe alone He only hath the happy life besyde him blest is none A rertayne chiefest good there is besyde this same foresayd Which euery creature may obtayns yet like to them denayd For diuers natures all they haue some one thing this doth please Some other thing doth seeme agayne to be the others ease Al thing therfore may well obtayne a certayne happinesse If not so perfectly a God himself doth it possesse But by some meanes and for a 〈◊〉 while things that doth agree Wyth nature best he can obtayne ne feeles aduersitie But al things past now time requires that we should speake of man Who hath the chiefest good in hand and counted happy than When seeming vnto nature good he all things doth possesse And feeles in all his life no harme nor kinde of bytternesse This may be counted chiefest good that all good things contaynes That giues all kinde of pleasant things that puts away al paynes For only pseasure doth not make nor vertue yet doth giue The happy life as some do write in ground of Grece that liue Sith many goods of greater worth than fewe are counted playne As is the bushel counted more than one pore seely grayne One good thing giues not happinesse though it be chiefe and best But one in all that makes the lyfe compact in all the rest So can not only one that rules a towne procure to stand So can not of a thombe be framde a full and perfect hand And syth that of two partes we are the body and the minde Then happinesse the happy man in both these partes must finde He must be whole and sound in Corps and of a lusty might He must be fayre he must be fresh and of a liuely spright He must be good wise learnd discrete and gifts of both retayne Pore life not know nor hurtful chauÌ„ce and if he not remayne In long estate of happy yeares yet blest can he not be Though al the same commodities foresayd to him agree For happy life that doth not last almost is worth nothing As well haue certayne sayd before not one day makes the spring Ne bringeth it on Swallowes swaps But at his latest day With easy death and smallest payne must he depart away And passe with ioy the Stygian lakes resoulde from mortal dayes Nor in his life time glory wantes nor at his death his prayse But may there any one be found with vs that mortal are Which hath al these things in his time I think him very rare To whome nothing disyrde is lackt nor doleful chaunce doth light In al his time and yeares who liues and dyes in happy plight This is the very Phaenix byrd whome dust the Grecian fayne The Grecian of a foolish head and of a frantick brayne Who thought of one might yssue come and bones consumde that be To ashes colde a byrd to breede which neuer men could see But so that she may wonders sing this nation not esteames The truth to say a nation whole addict to toyes and dreames At whose example Latines dote the happy man therfore Is rare as Phaenix byrd But we are al both lesse and more In wretched case although yet some than some more misers be Bicause that like estate to al is not nor like degree He that therfore doth most good things and euil least sustayne May counted be a happy man but he whome cares do payne And fewe good things at al possesse may called be ful wel A wretched man syth none therfore is happy we must tel How least vnhappy we may be and how in better case Our liues to leade in greater ioy and with more pleasaunt grace And to begin I not beleue it true that al men prase How Bishops great and mighty Kings do liue in best estate For as in euery other thing extremity is thought But il to be the meane as good so here excesse is nought In riches for to much of eche doth hurt who hath therfore Most riches hath no better life than he that most is pore With euils like they vered be â—o he that is to fatte And hath his pauÌ„ch wyth guts bumbast not lighter is for that Nor soner moues than doth the wretch whose skinne doth leannesse fret The one doth feblenesse forbid the other fatnesse let And as the Seas with greater floudes and foming force doth yell And casts himselfe in mountaynes hie while he discouers Hell Amid the deapth the tempest roares and yet doth least appere Is moued most with raging windes but now the shoare ful nere The shallow Seas with louder noyse doth bounce vpon the sand So Kings that haue the power and rule of realmes in hand With greater cares tormented are and greater griefes of minde Although the common people yet these wouÌ„ds doe neuer finde For secretly within their heartes their torments they do hide Adde this thereto they alwayes haue a mischeus mate beside That vexeth them and feare it is suspecting euery twigge Here of sometime do treasons breede sometyme a Spanish figge They dare not walke alone nor eate except it tasted be More deare than any kinde of price O worthy libertie The chiefest Gem and Jewel fayre which taken once away Be swete and pleasant vnto men nothing inuented may And death it is alyue to be The pore and seely soule Where as he list both night and day in safety may go proule Eyther wythin the Cities wall their places fayre to see And playes beholde or view the signes of olde antiquity Or if his pleasure rather be without the wall to walke In Orchards fayre and gardens gay amyd the floures to stalke Or if desire of countrey sight remayne within his hart Nothing him lets but may alone when he seeth tyme depart He needes no shuffling sorte of men nor croude of clientes thicke As oft besyde as he doth thirst or hunger doth him pricke Apace he falles there to nor feare of poyson doth him let For baser foode the byrdes abrode in woods had rather get And greater pleasure farre they take in pecking seedes wyth payne Than if a cage of pearle and gold their bodies should contayne And there be fed with daynty meates Full oft a king therefore May liue in wretched case no doubt nor makes him happy more Beleue me now his regal crowne But on the
should this aryse As faynting feete in trauaile and the akyng arme oft tryes The cause hereof is bloud resolued by force of feruent heate For to much mouing it inflames decayes in fuming sweate None otherwyse than Feuers fierce the creature pale consumes When bloud or other humor hote thorowout all the members fumes Doth lyfe support and body feedes which whylest it quickning makes The mouing force possessing all the body quiuering shakes The heate and heated bloud besyde doth brede a liuely spright As waters warmde w t beames of SuÌ„ne doe yelde a vapour light Thys spirite enclosed within the bowels Thorowe all the vaines doth ronne And nere to hir doth serue the lyfe in what she will haue donne But those in heauy sleepes that lye how should they mouing make As some doe in theyr steepes aryse and weapon vp doe take Some in the stable takes hys horse some wrytes as many say And some hath earst bene seene a sleâ—pe vpon the Lute to play It must be knowne that of the thing the Image doth remaine In vs of all that we doe see or senses can retaine Thys makes vs think we see the face that late we gased on And that we seeme to heare the wordes were vtred long agone These formes within the secrete celles inclosed in the brayne A vapour moues which to ascende the stomack doth constraine And minde deluded so doth moue the body styres thereby If the resemblance be of force that in the head doth lye But tayle of L ysart or of Snake that cut in two doth sprawle Doth will it moue Or force of minde that Greekes doe fansye call As they whom rage of madnesse moues or to much drinke arayes Or dreadfull dreames do cause to shake or happens other wayes Perchaunce amongst the knotty partes of thys deuided tayle The liuely spirite enclosde doth searche all meanes for to preuayle In breaking out and wynding partes doth wrye as best it may And striuing long through passage smal doth get at length away Or that same part of minde that feeles deuided doth remaine In tayle cut of and causeth it to turne and turne againe Yet I suppose that euery thing wherin no iudgement lyes Can feele no griefe nor nothing else that we can here deuise For chiefest force by which we feele from knowledge euer flowes who knowes iudgeth most feeles most and most reioysing knowes But fooles and doltes care lesse for all lesse harmde lesse fearing styll They feele not colde nor heate so much scarce know they good from ill Not for bicause it smartes therfore the tayle deuided shakes For nought it feeles bicause the streÌ„gth from which it knowledge takes Is not in it but in the head in better place did lye Wherfore the former cause I iudge the trouth to go more nye Lo thus therfore is mouing made by which all creatures go Yet in the reasons past before we put thys one thing to That sundry times the present good when it might be atchieued Doth nothing moue nor is desyred bicause t is not perceiued Thus knowledge semes of mouing cause or chiefest as we see For who desyres or sekes the thing he knowes not what to ber For will hâ—r selfe of proper force is altogither blinde And cannot any thing desyre without the light of minde By whom if she be not enformde she takes she vntowarde way And with the she we of good beguilde hir vertue doth decay Of mouing this shall here suffise nowe let vs seeke to knowe How liuing things doe waxe so great what causeth them to growe And why at certayne tyme they cease a fiery spirite doth raine Thou giuest lyfe to euery thing that carcasse doth contayne This heate doth liuely moisture feede as flame of Candell bright When soone withdraw himself froÌ„ vs the Oyle preserues in light Thys in the stomack boyles the meate wherof the finest spread Abrode the synowes bones and fleshe wyth pyth and bloud are bread And all the body doth encrease as plantes wyth showers of rayne And warmth of SuÌ„ne them comforting doth ryse and spring amaine If that this fyre be much of force and moysture equall here As much as heate shall seeme to nede the encrease shall great appere At length it makes an ende and stayes when spent is all the heate Which fading body fades as shewes in them whose yeares are great For wasted they lyke pyned Ehostes their aged lymmes doe crooke And stouping low wyth hollowed eye vpon the earth doe looke For fyre is gone and liuely heate and moysture doth decay Without the which no lyfe remaines as Lampes no longer may Giue out their light than oyle doth serue but leaues and darkenesse brings Then let vs now the mouing shewe of minde and whence it springs A thing both darke and harde to fynde but yet we will assay With all our force to touch the trouth as nere as well we may And fyrst of rage that boldneth men and daungers doth despyse Encreaseth strength and giueth force as much as shall suffise Which mouing all as desperate vpon our foes we flye And bloudy battaile to beginne with sworde in hast we hye The cause therof is bloud enflamde and heart that sendes out fyre And bitter galle abrode dispersd for Galle is house to yre And choller matter ministers to rage and fury blinde Hence comes that creatures lacking gal are not of wrathfull minde Embracing peace refuse to fight but they whose bloud doth burne And greater rage of heate retaine to anger sonest turne So youth and so such dronken mates whose heads hath brink diseased Upon a smallest cause doe snuffe the minde therfore displeased Doth bloud and choller myngle straight then hande for weapon calles And skirmishe comes thus cuts are carued and wounde wyde open falles For fyrst the minde offended is and vexed by miury Which troubled moues y e body straight by these it semes they lye That say the minde can neuer styre for if it neuer moue The body styll to stande and staye it alwayes doth behoue For diuers mouings doe declare a diuers mouer playne The Sunne doth ofteÌ„ change in course and shaddowes change againe What is the cause that Organs giue now one now other voice But hande y t shyftes from diuers kayes doth cause a diuers noyse The minde affection inwarde fyrst doth take and close concele And makes some part or other serue when she wyll it reucle Disclosing straight to it whatsoeuer within in secrete lyes To th ende that plame it may appere and open to the eyes None otherwyse than when the king vnto his faithfull frende Declares the secretes of hys minde and after doth it sende To be proclaimed in euery place that it may plaine appere Hence springeth loue for wheÌ„ the minde doth fansye pleasant gere She makes the heart a minister and so doth loue declare In heart loue wrath feare lust hope wyth ioye and also care As in a tower with minde doe dwell and these as there begonne By meanes
of other partes through al the body forth do runne But of this same in other place more playnly shal we write If God therein do fauour vs and Muses graunt vs sprite Suffiâ—eth now affections fyrst of al things else to be Wythin the minde the causes sprong of things wythout we see And after they by member bloud or other humours might Are spread abrode in euery parte and so thrust out to light For seing minde and body are ioynde the mouing nedes must be Common to both the harmes al one and chaunge in like degree Whatsoeuer thing the one perceyues the other feeleth it They both in nature doe agree so strongly are they knitte But now bycause we seeme to touch the typ of Scorpions toe Let vs my Muse of senses speake here briefly as we goe Fyue senses nature gaue to sucâ— as perfect creatures be But vnto some he delt not all which may be worthely Unperfect namde as Moles wormes and Scallops of the baye And Wilks Irchin ekâ— whom pricks incompast rounde araye Aniong these senses al the syght is thought the best to bee Bicause it is the chiefest meanes wherwith the minde doth see Declaring plaine the wondrous workes beasts that nature here doth frame such floures such fruits such her vs such such plantes such stones of name Such sundry sortes of mettalles fayre and shewing also plaine What Fyshes Proteus feedes in seas what Monsters there remaine And more than thys the stately roomes wherein the Gods doe lye The glistering globes of starres aboue and Phaebus shining hye Besydes the things that men doe heare that tongue can not displaye Thys sense therfore doth all excell and fayrest farre away In which the seate and chiefest place wherin the minde doth dwell Is thought to be for when we meetâ— or talke in presence tell Upon the others eyes we gase as man and minde and all Did there consyst who so the eyes the glasse of minde doth call Shall say the truth for pleasaunt loue in them doth fyrst gyue lyght There hate and â—iercenesse doth appere with mylde and gentle sprite There sadnesse ioy and mischief shewes with zeale and wysedome great And follye pride and feare and rage with fault and wrathfull heat But wherof doth the syght proceede the mindes let other see Of learned men I briefely shewe as I think best to be One lyfe there must be knowne to be of substance eke so fine As syght can neuer comprehende of force and power dâ—uine Which nature deales God doth giue thys feedes and makes to growe Doth breed doth moue doth heare tast doth smell see feele and knowe Which is the chiefe and greatest power most nere to saints on hye These powres she through y e body spreds in certaine partes to lye And by the eyes doth lyght let in and sundry coulers see And iudgeth playne of euery shape and all things else that be Receaueth also by the nose the smelles of sundry sort And by the eares doth vnderstande sounde noyse and great report By tongue descernes eche kinde of tast by feling knowledge brings Of hote from colde of harde from soft of rough from smothest things Companions fyue these are to lyfe and faithfull seruants sure That shewes hir all without the which she nothing coulde procure The eyes therfore as glassye made and as the Christall clâ—re Lyke as a glasse receyue the shapes that we doe looke on here By power wherof are things desernde if that the eye be sounde These sorts of things vnto the minde for as in hyghest grounde Hir stately seate in head the holdes the eye doth plainely showe Whose ymage truely shadowed there she wyse doth straight wayes knowe So wondrously she doth perceiue a sundry sort of soundes When in the helthy vnharmed eares the ayre therof reboundes For ayre of slendrest substance is and moueth by and by Which beaten with the noise doth shuÌ„ne and from the stroke doth flye And pearcyng breakes into the eares though close be kept the glasse And close the dore so fine it is that inwarde it will passe For euen the fyshe when fyâ—hers harde with poales the floudes â—â—e plashe For feare of noyse flye fast from thence and thick in nettes doe mashe For ayre to depth of seas doth pearce vp mountes the waues thereby And tempests roares w t dreadfull noyse the shipman out doth crye And vowes to offer sacred giftes As oft therfore as wee Doe finde two things togither knockte as oft as ayre we see Moued vehemently but chiefly then when through these hollowed things By narrowe straightes it passeth out thence diuers voices springs As diuers are the sortes of them as place doth fashion take In which the ayre doth sundry soundes and sundry voices make So soundes the Trumpet otherwyse by farre than shalme doth blowe And well we may the Tymbrels tune from sounde of sawtrey knowe For as by stroke of stone in streame doe many cyrcles ryse So moued the ayre w t whirling wheele doth spread in largest guise And therfore into many eares one voice doth easely passe As where a number be one syght is seene in euery glaue But how the nose receiueth smell let vs say something here A slender fume from euery thing arisyng doth appere Which broade in ayre doth spred it selfe as Frankconcense we see Or Myrrhe if that vpon the coales the powder poured bee By meanes of tongue is taste perceiude and roufe of mouthe besyde For by these twaine the taste smatche of euery thing is tryde Which pearcing straight doth touch the sense therof is taste begonne But feeling bloud and sprite procures which through the bodye runne Thys sense doe creatures all possesse and taste they all receiue But man doth better them enioye and them more right perceiue Hereof to man more wysedome doth than to the rest aryse Some thys denye and saye the things foresayde are otherwyse Alowing not that formes receyued in eyes cause syght to be Or that the ayre we neede as meane to heare or for to see For the almighty King doth giue so many powers to minde As in the world he framed things that varie in their kinde That she might al things comprehend she knowes wel what to be Hir proper kinde and more perceyues Minde al things plaine doth see And al things ponders prudently that senses to hir brings And wyth celestial trial wayes the true and vertuous things To Lyfe therefore is minde the Sunne the senses Starres doe seeme So some affirme but we make haste and leaue these things to deeme To other men for nye we come to ende of Libra here Bycause the feete of Scorpion signe do playnly now appere My sayings yet do plainly teach the soule Celestiall To be which voyd of body liues and giueth lyfe to all Discerning also euery thing as farre as God giues leaue For al things here of him their force determinde do receyue To him eternal power belongs al things doth he create And makes al things that
wise Wyth browes full broade threatning loke and fyry flaming eyes Two monstrous hornes large he had and nostrils wide in sight Al black himself for bodies black to euery euyll spright And vggly shape hath nature dealt yet white his teeth did showe And white his grenning tuskes stode large wings on him did growe Framde like the wings of Flindermics his feete of largest sise In fashion as the wilde Duck beares or Goose that creaking cries His tayle such one as Lions haue Al naked sate he there But bodies couered round about wyth lothsome shagged haire A number great about him stoode a wondrous forte of men A greater company I think than Xerxes trayned when By force of armes vnhappy man the Greckes he did inuade And scarce in safety could returne wyth al the flight they made Eche one of them in hand a hooke did holde and Belbowes beare Wyth bellowes for to fyll their heades with winde whom Fortune here Had eyther lent great store of golde or whome they saw ful well In learning beauty state or strength their fellowes to excell Wyth hooke such as wyth wantō wind were puft sufficiently Amyd the smoky lakes to cast wyth Snakes and Toades to lye And other monsters there that dwelt This lusty foresayd King Tiphurgus had to name as sayd my guide that tolde eche thing Then where the Sūne doth downward fall amyd the westerne streames From whence among the Spaniards he throwes his latest beames I cast mine eyes and like the fyrst low another King in syght I had that sate in seat aloft his name Aplesto hight A number great of sprites he rulde such as amyd the west Are bred and such as in those partes do dwel and haue their rest Eche one of them a Serpent holdes a flesh hooke also hath Then spake Timalphes in this sorte seest thou quoth he to wrath How euery man their Serpents moue and pinching oft do touch That sharper may they set their teeth and poyson more by much Destil in hearts of earthly men for they on whome doth hitte The force of those such poisoned teeth do forth wyth lose their witte And he auenly things do cleane despise and wyth such thirst they broyle That licoure none can them suffise wyth drink in vayne they toyle And while thus euermore in vayne they drink and styll are drye Unmindful of their death theyr lot themselues and heauens hye Then strayght at hād these diuels come wyth hookes as here you see And catcheth them strykes the throtes that yet ful thirsty be To fling in flouds of thorney lake where as wyth wondrous paynes They punnisht are wyth Monsters vile that secret there remaynes Blond specially wyth bloudsuckers that thick about them lies And hyting styll both day and night them plages in piteous wyse At length they yeld agayne the bloud that whilst they here did liue They suckt from men nor ease of smart no space of yeares can giue This King both makes and plages such men as couetous he made Thys sayd I turnde my eyes to starres that glide in coldest glade Wheras our Pole doth plaine beholde and viewe the double beare And where Bootes driues hys waine in euer rowling spheare And there an other king I see and thousande spirites ill That dwel about those northerne partes whose handes great hookes doe fill Then sayd my guide this king y t raigns in partes of Boreas colde Of Lechery and Gloconye doth Crowne and Scepter holde Philocreus eke to name he hath in fraude full lyke the rest O Lord with how great harmes doth he poore mortall men molest For on these hookes that here thou seest the baytes that tast full well He tyeth fast where poyson lurkes of filthy flouds of hell And wyth these baytes he doth cōmaūde the doltishe fooles to take And catcht in puddles to be cast of muddy miery lake Who straight transformed into shape of vgglye beastes appeares Both Swine and Asses Bulles Foxe and wolues and lothsome Beares And others Monsters voide of minde Nor this doth yet suffyse with Harnets waspes Betels blinde that rounde about there flyes Continually they vexed are Lo thus Philocreus men are plagued in piteous painefull wyse That couet onely carnall ioyes and vertue here despyse Thus sayth my guide but I my eyes about the southerne pole Do cast frō whence y e clouds are causde in euery place to rolle with stedfast syght I note what sort of sprites I there can see And flocks of fendes w t wings full black that swiftly flying bee Amongst them all a mighty king there stoode with Crowne of pride wyth lowring browes and dogged loo 〈…〉 and in hys mouth full wyde A monstrous tongue he hissyng shocke and lyke the lothsome Snake He castes abroade from out hys throte a fylthy poyson black Such as the adder while he burnes wyth loue of Lamprey long Much fearing for to harme his ioy wyth deadly venome strong Casts vp among the ragged rocks and hydes it secretly And springing straight with lusty leape into the seas doth flye And calling oft wyth hyssing sound doth seeke his louers deare Who runnes to meete hir mate in hast whose voyce she weldoth heare And both wyth much embracing ioyne But when their pleasaunt play Is fully past and finished the Snake wyth ioy away Doth swimme to land and on the rocke whereas his poyson lay He searcheth for his owne defence which if he finde away Or spylt or troden vnder foote such griefe he then sustaynes That mourning weary of his life he dasheth oft his braynes Agaynst the sharp and ragged stones tyl that his breath at last Wyth al his wretched paynes griefe by death be ouerpast Such was this King and such did seme his subiectes for to be Oft tymes the Prince a paterne is vnto the commontie with Fawchon great in right hand held eche one of them he goeth Al black both face and teeth and lippes al ful of fylthy froth This King was Lord of enuy great Timalphes colde me there And that Miastor was his name by whose awarde seucre His seruants fyll the heartes of men wyth froth of canckred spyte Then runnes the plague through euery veine and euery where doth light But most of al doth vexe the eyes that they 〈◊〉 suffer may To see their fellowes lyue in wealth but thereat pyne away At last they thrust thē through w t dartes and soules ful sicke expell Whereon wyth triple throte doth chaw the fiendish hound of Hel And chawed to poisō strong doth turn and of their bodies spring Fowl Scorpions which although they fawne wyth tayle do deadly sting But now behold the middle partes that in the ayre doth lye And there Sarcotheus see aboue the rest a King most hie And of them al most mischieuous The other Kings that be Do feare and also worship hym the power and rule hath he Of al the diuels in the world from whome the mischiefs al Do flowe as from a poynt and
and heate that raging broyles And all corrupt and filthy ayres and fennishe moory soyles Especially in sommer tyme when dogge with fyerie â—eene Doth cleaue the fieldes Grashopperâ— â–ª syng vnder braunches greene In fine our selues we must apply with all our force and might To bodyes health that so it may obey the minde aright Which scarse can wel be brought about if pouertye denye Needes must we money haue by chauÌ„ce or gift of some that dye Or else by trade of occupying in any facultye For euermore the nedy man doth suffer miserye Nor without riches possible a happy lyfe to leade Alas how often vertue poore doth mourne with heauy heade How much despysed she styll doth lye if money be away Him truely and in proper kinde a ryche man call we may That flowes with wit and eloquence with wysedome and with art And wheresoeuer he becomes can gaine an honest part And portion for himselfe to liue and though he iorney makes To diuers places farre from home hys substance with him takes And neuer wanteth needefull things a ioyfull lyfe to leade Nor feare the theeues nor doth y e sword â–ª or cruell robbers dreade And quickly doth hymselfe repaire though he be spoyled quite For vertue true giues neuer place to Fortunes frowning spite For euery dwelling in the worlde doth natiue soyle appere Unto the vertuous man and well he liueth euery where But he that vertue lackes although he great possessions holde And purses stuffed full wyth coyne and Coffers full of golde Yet can he not go where he lyst nor trauaile euery place To see the countreys straunge abrode and men of sundry grace And euery were to liue for house and grounde and Castels strong He can not beare about wyth hym in all hys iorneys long Least y t perchaunce w t theeues he meete or perishe on the shore And then for Gods sake aske hys meate at euery other dore At home therefore he alwayes dwels and in hys countrey lyues Where as hys ground a great increase of Corne and wyne hym giues And as a banisht man he feares beyonde the boundes to go That slouthfulnesse of minde chaunce to him assigned so Wherby the goodly syghtes abrode he can not viewe nor marke Whyle still at home he hidden lyes as pent in dongeon darke Therfore the olde Philosophers by fine inuention founde A certaine stone that where they went or trauailed any grounde Prouided them of needeful things and neuer would decay By ayde wherof full many landes and countreys farre away They might hehold and alwaies learne of many sundry artes And thus of olde the Gods aboue besought with humble heartes The sacrifyce on altare slaine before as was the trade To Mercury the Sunne and Moone Lo thus their prayers made O Titan beauty of the worlde O fayrest God in syght O thou Latonia dryuing hence the shadowes of the nyght O swyftly fleecing restlesse Impe of Ioue and Maia borne That able arte to chaunge thy selfe to shapes of sundry forme Be present here and bowe your eares to our complaints and crye Beholde a fewe whose mindes wittes are in degree full hye That wisedome most of all esteme whyle cause of euery thing And secrete state of nature hyd to lyght we seeke to bring And meat with minde the mighty skye vs neede doth ouertread And many great missehappes we feele of hunger almost dead Whyle as the doltishe common sort doe all things rake and snatche And all the money heaping vp into their coffers catche Nor any of them doth pity vs and if we aske a myte Then poynting at vs straight they iest and make of vs but light Wherby we are constraynde to delue or else attendance gyue On toyling beastes or cary doung scarce know we how to lyue And Idiotes are we made to serue Wherfore you Goddes aboue Haue pyty yet at length of vs if good mennes state you moue And shew an easy way by which we may liue honestly And for to search the secrete dennes where truth doth hydden lye These prayers hearde the Gods anone thus calde came forth in place And fyrst did Phebus aunswere make O noble worthy race Of halfe Goddes Skies deseruing wel and fauour eke from hye Now hearken wel and in your mindes let these my sayings lye Take here this yong Archadian bloud and swyft vntrusty swayne And plunged deepe in Stygian streates let him forthwyth be slayne In bosome thrust of Hyales him let the Gods receaue Whome Lemnian countrey worshippeth and hye aloft him heaue Then bury him in warmed wombe and corrupted him vndoe Whose dropping ioyntes a sprite shall pearce that falles our bodies fro And wondrously shal call agayne deceasde and quenched quite Him from the darke new clad in cloke of golde and shining bright Wyth syluer shew then him agayne amyd the fyer cast An other strayght shall spring thereof as Phaenix chaunging fast And perfect leaue the bodies all that it shall feale or touch The bondes and lawes of nature here surmounting aye by much Shal chaunge the kindes driue away this needy pouerty Here Phebus ceasde and Mercury and Dian did agree To all that he declared had forthwith away they flye Ascending to the lofty place and compasde beauens hye Then men of hauty sense they blinde and aunswere all to darke Long pondring in their doubtful minde do muse theron and marke And scarce in longest race of tyme wyth proues of sundry kinde And not wyth little charges did this arte at fyrst out finde Than which no arte more worthy is the heauenly stone to frame Which wicked people neuer knowe nor can obtayne the same And this whosoeuer doth enioy may dwell in any land Both free froÌ„ feare of fortunes wheele and force of robbers hand But vnto felwe the Gods vouchsaue so great a gift to giue Some wil demaund if it be meete for wyse men here that liue To linck themselues in wedlocks bond and so the time to spend In procreation here of youth Though some do this commend Yet this in mine opinion is for holly men not meete For care of wife doth often let and loue of children sweete The wyttes deuine of wysest men that do their mindes apply About such hye and hauty things as secretes of the Skye Let him that only seekes the worlde reioyce in wyfe and childe And often to himselfe procure the Gods of Mariage milde But let the wiseman alwayes ioye in chaste and single plight And euerwore liue vndefilde in body and in spright For he that doth wyth slender fare and small himselfe content And doth abstayne from carnal vse and prayer styll frequent And lifting minde aboue the starres beholdes the chiefe degree Shal oft enioy the speach of God and oftentimes him see In happy state shall tell before the things that after spring A sacred Gemme is chastitie to God most thankfull thing Unto the chaste he oft appeares and secretes oft doth tell Againe the filthy lecherye and pastimes meete for hell
the race of all their life in great prosperitye On the other syde we may beholde the iust opprest to be With spitefull chaunce a wretched lyfe and pyâ—ious prouertye Thus eyther God vnrighteous is that doth these things permit Or after death hath euery man as he deserueth it Or else he doth disoaine the deedes of mortall men to knowe Besides what gratious mind apperes in God what goodnesse doth he showe â–ª If this be all that he doth giue a lyfe so short and vaine That swyftly runneth to an ende and doth no time remaine The halfe wher of is spent in sleepe the rest in griefe and â—oyle And daungers great as fast doth fleete as riuers swyft in soyle Therfore go to O wretched men builde Gorgeous Churches hye And let with costly offrings great your altars pestred lye Set vp your ioyfull branche of bayes your sacred dores about with pompe of proude processyon passe let Hiâ—â—â—es be ratled out Spende frankconsenâ—e and let the nose of God be stretched wyde With pleasant smoke do this and addâ— more honour much besyde That he preserue your goodly lyfe wherin doth you torment Sometime great cold sometime heaâ— â—ow plague now famishement Now bloudy warres now sicknes great or chaunce to sorowe at Sometime the busye byting flye sometime the stynging â—nat The Chynâ—h and Flea Keioyce I saye that here you leade your lyfe With thousand painfull labours great in trauaile toyle and stryfe And after in a little space in paine you drop away And lompishe lye in lothsome vawlt to wormes a grateful praye O worthy lyfe O goodly gift of God man in this world is bredde Among the brutishe beastes and fooles and â—â—aues hys lyfe is ledde Wher stormes and flakey snowes yse and durt and dust and night And harmful ayre and cloudes mistes and windes wyth hellish syght And grief wailing raynes wher death besyde doth worke his feate Is this our goodly countrey here is this our happy seate For which we owe such seruice here vnto the Goddes aboue For which it seemeth mete wyth vowes the heauenly saynâ—ts to moue And if none other life we haue than this of body vayne So frayle and ful of fylthinesse when death hath carcasse stayne I see not why such prayses should of God resound in ayre Nor why we should such honour giue to hym in temples fayre That hath vs wretches framed here in this so wretched soyle That shall for euermore decay after so great a toyle Wherfore least God shall seeme vniust and ful of cruelnesse Shal well deseruing counted be we must of force confesse That death doth not destroy the soule but that it alwayes is None otherwise than sprite in ayre and sainct in heauen liues Both voyd of body sleepe and meate And more we must confesse That after death they liue in paynes or perfect blessednesse But let this reason thee suffise for if thou this do shewe Unto the wicked kinde they laugh no light the blinde doth knowe But thou beleue for euermore and know assuredly For ground of sauing health it is that soule doth neuer dye Exempted from the Sisters power and fatal destiny These things foretolde made euident let vs begin to tell The perfect life that makes vs like to saincts aboue that dwell By which the heauens we desyre But syth doth best appeare Contrary things when they be seene and ioyned something neere Wherfore it is conuenient first the bodies life to showe That drawes vs downe froÌ„ heauen hie to minde the earth below And makes vs like to brutish beastes contrary to the soule This life he liues though naught y t doth for stately honours prowle And seekes with al his force the fruicte of praise and glory vayne Desiring only men to please with fonde vayne glorious brayne And he that wholly doth apply himself a wealth to get By right or wrong and hath his heart vpon his riches set A two leggde Mole that alwayes doth in earth enâ—ombed lye Not casting once his eyes aloft vnto the heauens hye And be that drownde in lecherie and surfeâ—s euer lyes Regarding only fleshly ioyes doth shamefastnesse despise Runnes headlong into whoredome vile and fattes himselfe with meate A foolish man that so the wormes may haue more foode to eate Al these same vile and fylthy kindes that I haue reckned here May wel be called fleshly men for loue to flesh they beare Whose life doth differ smal froÌ„ beastes But now on the other side He that doth prayse of men depise and pomp of worldly pride Doth liue with chast and Godly minde is calde a spiritual man Bicause his sprite the body rulde and lust subdued than Doth freely guide and hath his place in hiest part of brayne Therefore the Godly life is fyrst with bridle to restrayne Fond pleasure Gluttony and lust to conquer flesh with sprite For to neglect al worldly things and only set delight On heauen heauen most to wysh and chieâ—ly to regard There is the soyle for soules and seate for vertuous men preparde There to the body layd in graue the righteous soules do clime Most glorious soules that brightly doe with glorious vertue shine And feele in euer lasting light an euerlasting ioy But chiefly let the vertuous man his time and toyle employ In learning vsing styll to reade such bokes as do entreate Of God of soule and wretched state of this our dwelling seate Of death or other honest things and let him night and day Of these both often reade and talke and wel in minde them way But wanton workes wanton words let him with head eschew Alas how sore do such affayres a vertuous minde subdew For reading is the foode of minde which if it vertuous be Doth profyt much if it be yll doth hurt excedinglye None otherwise than euyll meate doth hurt the man that chawes These thinges though they muste all be kept yet nothing more withdrawes A man from loue of filthy flesh nor leades to God more nye Than oftentimes to ponder well of life the misery Which since it is so short and full of such calamitie Seemes rather death than life to me yea worse than death to be For who is it that doth not see who doth not playne perceaue That yrksome gall and bytternesse to euery parte do cleaue If euery thing thou wel doest sift nought perfect shalt thou fynde For nature poysoned hath the partes of all and euery kind Most things haue double face ful black within and outward white And with their colour do deceyue the iudgement of the sighte If ought there be here in this life both fayre and good besyde Like smoke and mist it flyes away and doth no time abide Time suffers nothing long on earth death maketh al things vayne And turnes and tumbles vnder foote of man the proud disdayne Alas how al this worldly pompe doth quickly passe away How wauering is renoume of man how sone doth it decay Much like the bubble swelling great amyd the
waters cleere Is sone destroyed and with a puffe of winde doth not appere For in a moment al the ioyes of man are fetcht away Then only doth the talk remaine wherein they thus do say Loe here he was loe this did he he fought and triumph wan He loued he raigned he conquerd realmes subdued many a man A goodly sorâ—e of bookes he wrote but now where shall we finde These things no where Himself where now both out of sight and minde What is he now Nothing Or whether did he himself conuay Loe fled from hence with windes he is and vanisht quite away Alas alas but trifles fond and fansies meere they be Whatsoeuer goodly thing on earth or wonderful we see What tell you me of Was or Did one Is more worth coumpt I Than Was a thousand times But fast this Is away doth flye And al our pompe with him he beares These things who wel doth way And vseth to consider oft shall quickly cast away This worldly loue and hating earth shal seeke the Skies to finde Especially if therewithal he vse to beare in minde How fylthy and how miserable mans body doth appere Of fading flesh and brittle bones with skinne encompast here Al flowing ful with dregges vncleane and bloud corrupt and vile Still durty soule and filthy lookes except it euery while Be washt and kept with daily care and so made fayre and white O dolefull hospitall of minde and vessell of the sprite By which such sycknesse great we feele by which such neede we haue O heauie garment pryson strong O quick and liuely graue That chokest here both minde sense and them in darkenesse hyde Wherby so great an ignorance in brest of man doth byde O earth to earth returning soone that in a smallest while In tombe shalt freshly feede y e wormes with foode of carcasse vile In what a wretched case liues he that ledde away with loue Of thee doth leaue the perfect lyfe and gift of God aboue While more than meate esteming thee thy pleasures here preparde He onely seekes and good and ryght 〈◊〉 smally doth regarde And thinkes there is no other lyfe than this that here we holde A foolishe Asse forgetfull of himselfe and countrey olde From whence into thys darksome dale and dolefull place he went That so a wretche he should become in wretched carcasse pent For euery soule that is enclosde with fleshe and members here Hath wretched lyfe tyll losed froÌ„ thence it flye to heauens clere Except the heauy waight of synne doe barre him of hys way And cause it in the lowest ayre or on the earth to stay For purest heauen neuer can a thing vncleane abyde Nor wicked men nor doltishe fooles may come where God doth guide These wordes while as the holy man in teaching mee had spent The Sunne almost had ended daye with Waine that weary went And night was nere at hande that thoe began abrode to cast Hir dreadfull darksome shade vpon the worlde approching fast I thence depart and towards Rome my way in hast I take And whyle with speede I passe the pathe that iorney new doth make Lo Cynthia shining compasse full did call the lightlesse night With syluer beames that dewe she cast to appere both fayre and bright Thus went I all alone and wyth my selfe in minde I wayde The Godly wordes that late to me the auncient Father sayde But lo thre men in company therwith I might beholde whom meeting thus by chauÌ„ce I askde which way they trauaile would To Rome they sayde and one of them lookde full vyon mee thoe And naming mee from wheÌ„ce quoth he what countrey comste thou froe I aunswerde him from that wyse man which in the part most hye Of fayre Apolloes stately hyll in lofty place doth lye Wherewith he smylde sayde O foole synkes it into thy minde That possyble on earth it is a wyse man here to finde He semeth wyse that is least foole the other sort among Although a dolt for wysedome doth to Gods alone belong Of number which we here are three for I am calde by name Sarracilus and Sathiell he Iaxa is thys same which though we walk in humain shape thus seeming men in face Yet Gods we be and nere the Moone we haue our dwelling place Whereas a number great of Gods of meanest sort doe lye That haue the guiding of the earth and Seas that ryse so hye This when I heard amasde I was and sore to dread began Yet seming bolde and voide of feare full lyke a pretye man â–ª I askde wherfore they went to Rome then aunswerde me the same A fellowe there of oures we haue that Ammon hath to name whom bounde to serue by Magike Arte a yong man there kepes straight Of Narni soyle that doth in court of Vrsin prelate wayght O what great power is graunted man the sprites he guides by line By this you well may vnderstande your soules to be diuine And voide of death For if no part of you should after raine If that your soule should dye as bodye here by death is slaine What power shoulde haue such foolishe beastes and trifling pyctures vaine Upon the sprites aboue And if no sacred thing remaine In you how should such Ghostes as we the force of man so waye Or vnto man of fading state in such a sort obaye Yea I my selfe was once Constrainde to serue a German wight Enclosde within a compast stone of Christall clere and height â–ª But at the length a bearded syre vnlosde me of these bandes And prison broken thence I fledde in hast from out his handes To Rome therefore we go with minde if that we may t'vntye From seruice straight a mate of oures that there doth captiue lye And so that downe to Hell we may conuaye this present night A sort of Romishe prelates proude that liue in great delight These words whyle as he spake a winde forthwith dyd pittling blowe Quoth Sathiell then O frendes froÌ„ Rome Remisses comes I knowe This winde that comes before declares nor herein did he lye For therwithall a fayre yong man Remisses stoode them bye They at hys comming all reioist and byd hym welcome there And aske what great affayres in Rome what newes doe there appere There all quoth he are bent to lust and Glotony doe minde With theft and guile all ours they be both man and womankinde But Clement there the Pope prepares an armye great in hast And seekes to haue the present state of Luther cleane defacde And Spanishe ensynes therfore kepes nor wyll he nowe dispute And him wyth scriptures ouerthrowe but with the sworde confute Away with counsaile now and hence with Luthers workes againe For Byshops now are battailes meete all other wayes are vaine Ne care they what the Apostles taught ne for the wordes of Christ But boast themselues as Lordes of all that may doe what they list They that haue power do feare no law law is with force opprest But we my mates doe
wordes hee should coÌ„mit his facultie to fame Which should be rather folly calde and not a facultie But in the state diuine of God and glorious maiestie We must beleeue is nothing vayne since Godliest is the same Thus God what so euer he could doe assurely did frame Least that his vertue were in vayne and euer should lye hyd But since he could make endlesse things it must be thought he dyd And all his power there in employed so that there did remaine In him no kinde of power or force that ydle were or vayne But learned Aristotle sayth there can no body be But that it must of boundes consist to this do I agree Bicause aboue the Skies no kinde of body we do place But light most pure of body voyd such light as doth deface And farre excel our shining Sunne such light as comprehend Our eyes can not and endlesse light that God doth from him send Wherein togither with their King the sprites that are more hie Do dwell the meaner sorte beneath in Skies do alwayes lie Therfore the raygne and portion of the world consists in three Celestiall Subcelestiall which with limits compast be The rest no bounds may comprehend which bright aboue the Skie Doth shine with light most wonderfull But here will some replie That without body is no light and so by this denie That light can neuer thoe be found aboue the heauens hie But at vs vaynly doth he barke in vaine he doth contend For reason doth my words approue and veritie defend I pray thee shew what is the cause that here the Sunne doth shine Bicause his matter giues him light or rather forme deuine That doth so great a globe contayne for forme and fashion gay To all things state of being giues as Naturesearchers say With whome we also do agree this same doth playnly showe That Forme not Matter makes y e suâ— to shine From Forme doth flowe All kinde of force and comelinesse And if so greate a light Assigned be to bodyly Formes why should we in this plight Deny that incorporeall states may any light contayne Since that more pure and fine they are and fayrer farre agayne Wherefore the sprites and ghosts aboue do shine with wondrous light Although it can not be discernde of our corrupted sight So that among these Saincts the more their state and powre is hie With brighter beauty much they shew and greater maiestie No golde no pearls nor precious stones nor pompe of purple gowne Doth them as it doth vs set out but light is their renowne And as the Sunne amongst the starres doth shine with goodliest light So shines among the Saincts aboue the LORD of greatest might And neuer darkneth them a whit but makes them all to shine Such is the goodnesse of his grace and maiestie deuine But here perchaunce he wyll obiect that in the ayre doth lye No ground of light and since no ayre there is aboue the Skye He wyll deny that there is light But now he lies agayne For ayre is not the ground of light nor as some fondly fayne Is light in ayre but contrary the ayre in light doth dwell If reason what not Aristotle doth say he marketh well For if without the dores fast shut a candle burneth bright Or by some clift the fier shine in house all voyde of light And some there with the ayre about the beame with striking shakes The ayre is forced to passe the light but light no mouing makes And if the ayre were ground of light then with one motion so Both ayre and light should moued be and both togither goe Beside if that in time of night a man with Torch in hand Should passe y t light doth places chauÌ„ge but ayre doth quiet stand Which if to light it subiect were it should continually Go wander place by place with light and styll keepe company But now this same is nothing so but doth contrary proue For light doth passe when aire doth stay and styll with torch doth moue Wherby it appeares that light doth not the ayre as subiect neede But well may stand and well wy 〈…〉 the vse of ayre procéede Especially the light of God whereof a parte doth passe Into our sunne and there is kepâ— contaynde as in a Glasse For as within his propre spheare that vnder Moone doth lye No fier can discerned be by force of any eye But if that any matter chaunce to kindle with the same Then Starres do fall and firy streams in Sommer nights do flame And other sights that feare the mindes of men in dreadfull wise So as it is the light of God can not be seene with eyes But fixed in the Sunne it shines bycause the matter cleare Whereof the Sunne is made is fitte and apt for light t' appeare For God hath framde it in such sorte as there his light may byde And shine creating day and life and goodly things beside That light doth also shine in shapes of sundry sacred sprites Though not alike to all as Starres shine not with equall lights But some more bright than others be as they are set before And as a candle can giue light to many candels more And yet doth neyther lose nor lesse his beauty burning bright So light of God decreasing not to other Saincts giues light But some perchauÌ„ce will here demauÌ„de and doubtfull question finde If that besides this light that I declarde of endlesse kinde Doth any other thing consist without the world so great Though this be neyther meete nor fitte for mortall men t' entreat Yet wyll I proue to passe the path wherein no Poet yet That hath bene hither to before might euer set his feete And wyll attempt to bring to light the treasures hie in place Of God if he be pleasde and helpe with his accustomed grace First must we grauÌ„t that God is spring and Father â—ke of all Who made all things and best chiefe him may we truly call Therefore where so euer GOD abides his glory there is found And euery good and gorgeous sight doth in that place abound And thus what so euer good the earth the seas or ayre contaynes All this is séene in place whereas the LORD almighty raygnes And though no matter be in such yet iudge not thou therfore They being lacke for perfecter and fayrer they be more than things that are of matter made For forme that can it selfe sustayne wythout this matters hand Is perfecter than that which voyd of matter cannot stand Therefore all voyd of matter there things perfect are and pure And in despite of fretting age and force of fate endure And store of goodly things are there that in this worldly light GOD hath not made from which procéedes great ioyes Saincts delight Such ioyes as tong of mortall man can neuer full define Such ioyes as neuer can decay with space of any time These incorporeal formes were known to minde of Plato hie Although the enuious sorte do scorne his bookes full bytterly But