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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20620	The first anniuersarie An anatomie of the vvorld. Wherein, by occasion of the vntimely death of Mistris Elizabeth Drury, the frailtie and the decay of this whole world is represented.; Anatomy of the world	Donne, John, 1572-1631.	1612 (1612)	STC 7023; ESTC S109799	20,167	124

This was for youth Strength Mirth and wit that Time Most count their golden Age but t' was not thine Thine was thy later yeares so much refind From youths Drosse Mirth wit as thy pure mind Thought like the Angels nothing but the Praise Of thy Creator in those last best Dayes Witnes this Booke thy Embleme which begins With Love but endes with Sighes Teares for sin̄s Will Marshall sculpsit IZ WA The First Anniuersarie AN ANATOMIE of the World Wherein BY OCCASION OF the vntimely death of Mistris ELIZABETH DRVRY the frailtie and the decay of this whole World is represented LONDON Printed by M. Bradwood for S. Macham and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Bull-head 1612. TO THE PRAISE of the Dead and the ANATOMY WEll dy'de the World that we might liue to see This World of wit in his Anatomee No euill wants his good so wilder heyres Bedew their fathers Toombes with forced teares Whose state requites their losse whiles thus we gaine Well may we walke in blacks but not complaine Yet how can I consent the world is dead While this Muse liues which in his spirits stead Seemes to informe a world and bids it bee In spight of losse or fraile mortalitee And thou the subiect of this wel-borne thought Thrise noble maid couldst not haue found nor sought A fitter time to yeeld to thy sad Fate Then whiles this spirit liues that can relate Thy worth so well to our last nephews eyne That they shall wonder both at his and thine Admired match where striues in mutuall grace The cunning Pencill and the ceomly face A taske which thy faire goodnesse made too much For the bold pride of vulgar pens to tuch Enough is vs to praise them that praise thee And say that but enough those praises bee Which had'st thou liu'd had hid their fearefull head From th' angry checkings of thy modestred Death bars reward and shame when enuy's gone And gaine 't is safe to giue the dead their owne As then the wise Egyptians wont to lay More on their Tombes then houses these of clay But those of brasse or marble were so wee Giue more vnto thy Ghost then vnto thee Yet what we giue to thee thou gauest to vs And maiest but thanke thy selfe for being thus Yet what thou gau'st and wert O happy maid Thy grace profest all due were'tis repayd So these high songs that to thee suited bine Serue but to sound thy makers praise in thine Which thy deare soule as sweetly sings to him Amid the Quire of Saints and Seraphim As any Angels tongue can sing of thee The subiects differ thothe skill agree For as by infant-yeeres men iudge of age Thy early loue thy vertues did presage What an hie part thou bear'st in those best songs Whereto no burden nor no end belongs Sing on thou Virgin soule whose lossefull gaine Thy loue-sicke Parents haue bewayl'd in vaine Neuer may thy name be in our songs forgot Till we shall sing thy ditty and thy note The First Anniuersary AN ANATOMIE of the World WHen that rich soule which to her heauen is gone Whom all they celebrate who know they haue one For who is sure he hath a soule vnlesse It see and Iudge and follow worthinesse And by Deedes praise it He who doth not this May lodge an In-mate soule but t is not his When that Queene ended here her progresse time And as t' her standing house to heauen did clymbe Where loth to make the Saints attend her long Shee 's now a part both of the Quire and Song This world in that great earthquake languished For in a common Bath of teares it bled Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt Whether the world did loose or gaine in this Because since now no other way there is But goodnesse to see her whom all would see All must endeuour to be good as shee This great consumption to a feuer turn'd And so the world had fits it ioy'd it mournd And as men thinke that Agues physicke are And th' Ague being spent giue ouer care So thou sicke world mistak'st thy selfe to bee Well when alas thou' rt in a Letargee Her death did wound and tame thee than and than Thou mightst haue better spar'd the Sunne or Man That wound was deepe but'tis more misery That thou hast lost thy sense and memory T' was heauy then to heare thy voyce of mone But this is worse that thou art speechlesse growne Thou hast forgot thy name thou hadst thou wast Nothing but she and her thou hast o'repast For as a child kept from the Fount vntill A Prince expected long come to fulfill The Ceremonies thou vnnam'd hadst laid Had not her comming thee her Palace made Her name defin'd thee gaue thee forme and frame And thou forgetst to celebrate thy name Some moneths she hath beene dead but being dead Measures of times are all determined But long shee'ath beene away long long yet none Offers to tell vs who it is that 's gone But as in states doubtfull of future heyres When sickenesse without remedy empayres The present Prince they 're loth it should be said The Prince doth languish or the Prince is dead So mankind feeling now a generall thaw A strong example gone equall to law The Cyment which did faithfully compact And glue all vertues now resolu'd and slack'd Thought it some blasphemy to say sh'was dead Or that our weaknesse was discouered In that confession therefore spoke no more Then tongues the soule being gone the losse deplore But though it be too late to succour thee Sicke world yea dead yea putrified since shee Thy'ntrinsique Balme and thy preseruatiue Can neuer be renew'd thou neuer liue I since no man can make thee liue will trie What we may gaine by thy Anatomy Her death hath taught vs dearely that thou art Corrupt and mortall in thy purest part Let no man say the world it selfe being dead 'T is labour lost to haue discouered The worlds infirmities since there is none Aliue to study this dissectione For there 's a kind of world remaining still Though shee which did in animate and fill The world be gone yet in this last long night Her Ghost doth walke that is a glimmerig light A faint weake loue of vertue and of good Reflects from her on them which vnderstood Her worth And though she haue shut in all day The twi-light of her memory doth stay Which from the carcasse of the old world free Creates a new world and new creatures bee Produc'd The matter and the stuffe of this Her vertue and the forme our practise is And though to be thus Elemented arme These Creatures from hom-borne intrinsique harme For all assum'd vnto this Dignitee So many weedlesse Paradises bee Which of themselues produce no venemous sinne Except some forraine Serpent bring it in Yet because outward stormes the strongest breake And strength it selfe by