strong enough to keep her state If Death befriended had not been by Fate She against Death could make her party good Had not the Fates her happinesse withstood Who spins the thread of life so small and weak That of necessity it needs must break If not they cut it into peeces small And give it Death to make him nets withall To catch in Life when closely she would hide Her selfe from Death but in this net is ty'd Or in the Chains of Destiny is hung The world from side to side about is flung Having no rest nor settlement but flyes About from Death and yet it never dyes Runs into severall forms Death for to shun But he destroyes these Forms that Life in comes Death like a Snake in Natures bosome lyes Like slattering friends but yet in heart envies And Nature seems to Life an enemie Because she still lets Death a Conqueror be Of a Travelling Thought AThought for breeding would a Travellour be The severall Countries in the brain to see Spurr'd with Desires and booted with Hope Cap't with curiosity a patient cloake Thus suited then a horse he did provide Strong imagination he got to ride Sadl'd with Ambition and girted with pride Bridled with doubt resolving stirrups on each side When he was mounted fast away they went In a full gallop of a good intent Some wayes in the brain very ill there were Into deep errours often tumbled th' are High mountains of great fear was forc'd to hide Steep Precipices of Despair down slide Woods of forgetfulnesse they oft past through To find the right way out had much ado In troubles he had travell'd a long way At last he came where Theeves of spight close lay Who coming forth drew out reproachfull words Which wounded Reputation as sharp swords When he did feel the wound to imart drew out From Time's Scabbard Truth which fought full stout With an innocent thrust he left spight dead Wip'd off the bloud of slander purple red Coming to a river of Temptation Deep and dangerow of Tribulation With Temperance he swum got out at last And with security all dangers past At last got to the City of power Whereon stood Tyranny a great Tower With discords populous there 〈◊〉 rules Great Colledges there was to breed up fools Large houses of 〈◊〉 high were built And all with prodigality were gilt Their streets were pitcht with dull and lazy stone Which never hurts the feet when trodden on Markets of plentiful circuits were there VVhere all sorts did come and buy without care Herbs of repentance there were in great 〈◊〉 But roots of ignorance were many more Carts of knowledge brought much provisions in Some understanding bought which truth did bring Yet what is bought proves good or bad by chance For some were couzen'd by false ignorance Then forthwith into shamble row he went Where store of meat hung up for 't was not Lent There lay head with wit and Fancies fil'd And hearts were there which griefe and sorrow kill'd Tongues of Eloquence hung upon an Ear Bladders blown with windy opinions there Weak Livers of great fear lay there to sell And malice spleens which very big did swell Tough lungs of wilsulnesse hard and dry Whole guts of self-conceit did hang thereby Into a Poulterers shop he 〈◊〉 to see What fowl there were if any good there be There lay wild Geese though black and heavy meat Yet some grosse appetite lik'd them to eat The cholerick Turkey and the Peacocks pride The foolish dotterels lay there close beside Capons of Expectation cram'd with hope Swans of large desires lay in the shop Reproachfull words were sold by dozens there And ignorant Guls lay every where Poêtical Birds were many to sell More Fowl which he remembred not to tell But being a Travellour would see all there So straight he went to Churches of great fear Where every one kneel'd upon the knee of pain And prayers said with tongues that were propbane Petitioning tears drop'd from coveting eyes Deceitfull hearts on Altars of disguise Earnest they were to gods that they would give Worldly request not grace for souls to live But travailes of Experience he would see VVhich made him go to the Court of Vanity The Porter Flattery sate at the Gate VVho civill was and carried him in strait First to the Presence-chamber of Beauty went There staid some time with great and sweet content Next to the Privy-chamber of Discourse VVhere Ignorance and Non-sense had great force Then to the Bed-chamber 〈◊〉 Loves delights The Grooms which served there were Carpet Knights From thence to Counsel of Direction went VVhere great Disorder sate as President No sooner that poor stranger he did view Reproachful words out of his mouth he threw Commanding Poverty a Serjeant poor To take that stranger cast him out of door Strait Flattery for him intreated much But he Disorders ear doth seldome touch For cast he was into necessity VVhich is a prison of great misery But Patience got him an expedient Passe So home he went but 〈◊〉 upon an Asse A REGISTER OF MOVRNFVLL VERSES On a Melting Beauty GOing into a Church my prayers to say Close by a Tombe a mourning Beauty lay Her knees on Marble cold were bow'd down low So firme were fix'd as if she there did grow Her Elbow on the Tombe did steady stand Her Head hung back the hind-part in her hand Turning her Eyes up to the Heavens high Left nothing but the white of either eye Upon the lower shut did hang a teare Like to a Diamond pendent in an eare Her Breast did pant as if Life meant To seek her Heart which way it went I standing there observing what she did At last she from her hand did raise her head And casting down her eyes ne're look'd about Teares pull her eye-lids down as they gush'd out And with a gentle Groane at last did speake Her words were soft her voyce sound low and weak O Heavens said she what doe you meane I dare not think you Gods can have a spleen And yet I finde great torments you doe give Creatures to make in misery to live You shew us Joyes but we possesse not one You give us Life for Death to feed upon O cruell Death thy Dart hath made me poore You struck that Heart my Life did most adore You Gods delight not thus me to torment But strike me dead by this deare Monument And let our Ashes mixe both in this urne So as one Phoenix shall we both become Hearing her mourne I went to give reliefe But Oh alas her eares were stopt with griefe When I came neere her bloud congeal'd to Ice And all her Body changed in a trice That Ice strait melted into tears down run Through porous earth so got into that urne On a Furious Sorrow VPon a Grave out-ragious Sorrow set Digging the Earth as if she through would get Her hair unty'd loose on her shoulders hung And every haire with teares like Beads was strung
Motion directs while Atomes dance ATomes will dance and measures keep just time And one by one will hold round circle line Run in and out as we do dance the Hay Crossing about yet keepe just time and way While Motion as Musicke directs the Time Thus by consent they altogether joyne This Harmony is Health makes Life live long But when they 're out 't is death so dancing's done The difference of Atomes and Motion in youth and age IN all things which are young Motion is swift But moving long is tir'd and groweth stiff So Atomes are in youth more nimble strong Then in old Age but apt more to go wrong Thus Youth by false Notes and wrong Steps doth dye In Age Atomes and Motion weary downe do lye Motions Ease is Change weary soone doth grow If in one Figure she doth often go Motion makes Atomes a Bawd for Figure DID not wild Motion with his subtle wit Make Atomes as his Bawd new Formes to get They still would constant be in one Figure And as they place themselves would last for ever But Motion she perswades new Formes to make 〈◊〉 Motion doth in Change great pleasure take And makes all Atomes run from place to place That Figures young he might have to imbrace For some short time she will make much of one But afterwards away from them will run And thus are most things in the World undone And by her Change do young ones take old 's roome But 't is butt like unto a Batch of Bread The Floure is the same of such a Seed But Motion she a Figure new mould bak'd Because that She might have a new hot Cake Motion and Figure A Figure Sphoeericall the Motion 's so Streight Figures in a darting Motion go As severall Figures in small Atomes bee So severall Motions are if we could see If Atomes joyne meet in another Forme Then Motion alters as the Figures turne For if the Bodies weighty are and great Then Motion 's slow and goes upon lesse feet Out of a Shuttle-cocke a feather pull And flying strike it as when it was full The Motion alters which belongs to that Although the Motion of the hand do not Yet Motion Matter can new Figures find And the Substantiall Figures turne and wind Thus severall Figures severall Motions take And severall Motions severall Figures make But Figure Matter Motion all is one Can never separate nor be alone Of the Subtlety of Motion COuld we the severall Motions of Life know The Subtle windings and the waies they go We should adore God more and not dispute How they are done but that great God can doe 't But we with Ignorance about do run To know the Ends and how they first begun Spending that Life which Natures God did give Us to adore him and his wonders with With fruitlesse vaine impossible pursuites In Schooles Lectures and quarrelling Disputes But never give him thanks that did us make Proudly as petty Gods ourselves do take Motion is the Life of all things AS Darknesse a privation is 〈◊〉 Light That 's when the Opticke Nerve is stopt from Light So Death is even a cessation in Those Formes and Bodies wherein Motions spin As Light can only shine but in the Eye So Life doth only in a Motion lye Thus Life is out when Motion leaves to bee Like to an Eye that 's shut no Light can see Of Vacuum SOme thinke the World would fall and not hang so If it had any empty place to go One cannot thinke that Vacuum is so vast That the great World might in that Gulfe be cast But Vacuum like is to the Porous Skyn Where Vapour * goeth out and Aire takes in And though that Vapour fills those places small We cannot thinke but first were empty all For were they all first full they could not make Roome for succession their places for to take But as those Atomes passe and repasse through Yet still in empty places must they go Of the Motion of the Sea IF that the Sea the Earth doth run about It leaves a Space where first the Tide went out For if the Water were as much as * Land The Water would not stir but still would stand Which shewes that though the Water still goes round Yet is the Land more then the Water found But say the 〈◊〉 that 's moveable without Which being thin gives leave to run about Or like a Wheele which Water makes to go So Aire may the Water make to flow But if that Aire hath not roome to move It cannot any other Body 〈◊〉 Besides what drives must needs be stronger far Then what it drives or 〈◊〉 it would not stir If so then 〈◊〉 of strengths must be In Motions power to move Eternally But say all things do run in Circles line And every part doth altogether joyne They cannot in each others places stir Unlesse some places were 〈◊〉 empty bare For take a Wheele circumference 〈◊〉 without And Center too it cannot 〈◊〉 about If Breadth and Depth were full leaving no space Nothing can stir out of the selfe same place Ebbing and Flowing of the Sea THE Reason the Sea so constant Ebbs and Flowes Is like the 〈◊〉 of a Clocke which goes For when it comes just to the Notch doth strike So water to that empty place doth like For when it Flowes Water is cast out still And when it Ebbs runs back that place to fill Vacuum in Atomes IF all the 〈◊〉 Long Sharpe Flat and 〈◊〉 Be onely of one fort of Matter 〈◊〉 The Hollow Atomes must all empty be For there is nought to fill Vacuitie Besides being severall 〈◊〉 though but small Betwixt those Bodies there is nought at all For as they range about from place to place Betwixt their Bodies there is left a 〈◊〉 How should they move having no space between For joyning close they would as one Lumpe seem Nor could they move into each others place Unlesse there were somewhere an Empty space For though their Matter 's infinite as Time They must be fix'd if altogether joyne And were all Matter fluid as some say It could not move having no empty way Like Water that is stopt close in a 〈◊〉 It cannot stir having no way to passe Nor could the 〈◊〉 swim in Water thin Were there no 〈◊〉 to crowd those waters in For as they Crowd those waters on heapes high Must some waies rise to Place that empty lye For though the water 's thin wherein they move They could not stir if water did not shove Of Contracting and Dilating whereby Vacuum must needs follow COntracting and Dilating of each part It is the chiefest worke of Motions Art Yet Motion can't dilate nor yet contract A Body which at first is close compact Unlesse at first an empty place was found To spread those Compact Bodies round Nor 〈◊〉 matter can contract up close But by contracting it some place must lose The Attraction of the Earth THE reason Earth
the Sun about the Earth doth rove Or else the Earth upon its owne Poles move And in the Night when twinkling Stars we see Like Man imagines them all Suns to bee And may like Man Stars Planets number well And could they speak they might their Motions tell And how the Planets in each Orbe do move 'Gainst their Astrology no Man can prove For they may know the Stars and their Aspects What 〈◊〉 they cast and their Effects Of Fishes WHO knowes but Fishes which swim in the Sea Can give a Reason why so Salt it be And how it Ebbs and Flowes perchance they can Give 〈◊〉 for which never yet could Man Of Birds WHO knowes but Birds which in the Aire flyes Do know from whence the Blustring Winds do rise May know what Thunder is which no Man knowes And what 's a blazing Star or where it goes Whether it be a Chip fallen from the Sun And so goes out when Aliment is done Whether a Sulphurous Vapour drawne up high And when the Sulphure's spent the Flame doth dye Or whether it be a Gelly set on Fire And wasting like a Candle doth expire Or whether it be a Star wholly intire Perchance might know of Birds could we inquire Earths Complaint O Nature Nature hearken to my Cry Each 〈◊〉 wounded am but cannot dye My Children which I from my Womb did beare Do dig my Sides and all my 〈◊〉 teare Do plow deep Furroughs in my very Face From Torment I have neither time nor place No other Element is 〈◊〉 abus'd Nor by Man-kind so 〈◊〉 is us'd Man cannot reach the Skies to plow and sow Nor can they 〈◊〉 or mark the Stars to grow But they are still as Nature first did plant Neither Maturity nor Growth they want They never dye nor do they yeild their place To younger Stars but still run their owne Race The Sun doth never groane young Suns to beare For he himselfe is his owne Son and Heire The Sun just in the Center sits as King The Planets round about incircle him The slowest Orbes over his Head turne slow And underneath the 〈◊〉 Planets go Each severall Planet severall measures take And with their Motions they sweet Musick make Thus all the Planets round about him move And he returnes them Light for their kind Love A Discourse of a Knave A Prosperous Knave that Mischieses still doth plot Swels big with Pride since he hath power got Whose Conscience like a Purse drawne open wide False hands do 〈◊〉 in Bribes on every side And as the Guts are stuft with Excrement So is his Head with Thoughts of ill intent Compassions none for them 〈◊〉 pres'd with Griese But yet is apt to pity much a Thiefe Hee thinkes them Fooles that wickednesse do shun Esteemes them wise which Evill waies do run He scornes the Noble if that they be poore The Rich though nere so base he doth adore He alwaies 〈◊〉 as if he 〈◊〉 still meant When all the while his 〈◊〉 is evill bent A Seeming friend-ship large Professions make Where he doth think Advantages to take Thus doth a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the World abuse To work his End the 〈◊〉 a Friend will chuse Of a Foole. I hate your Fooles for they my 〈◊〉 do crack And when they speak my Patience's on the Rack Their Actions all from Reason quite do run Their Ends prove bad 'cause ill they first begun They 〈◊〉 from Wisedome do her Counsels feare As if some Ruine ncere their 〈◊〉 there were They seek the 〈◊〉 let the Substance go And what is good or best they do not know Yet stiff in their Opinions Stuborne strong Although you bray them sayeth Salomon As Spiders Webs intangle little Flies So Fooles wrapt up in Webs of Errours lyes Then comes the Spider Flies with Poyson sills So Mischiefe after Errours Fooles oft kills A Discourse of Melancholy A Sad and solemne Verse doth please the Mind With Chaines of Passions doth the Spirits bind As Pensil'd Pictures drawne presents the Night Whose Darker Shadowes give the Eye delight 〈◊〉 Aspects invite the 〈◊〉 And alwaies have a seeming Majesty By its Converting Qualities there growes A Perfect Likenesse when it selfe it shewes Then let the World in mourning sit and weep Since onely Sadnesse we are apt to keep In light and Toyish things we seek for Change The Mind growes weary and about doth range What Serious is there Constancies will dwell Which shewes that Sadnesse Mirth doth far excell Why should Men grieve when they do think of Death Since they no settlement can have in 〈◊〉 The Grave though sad in quiet still they keep Without disturbing 〈◊〉 they lye a sleep No rambling Thoughts to vex their restlesse Braines Nor Labour hard to scortch and dry their Veines No care to search for that they cannot find Which is an Appetite to every Mind Then 〈◊〉 good Man to dye in quiet Peace Since Death in Misery is a Release A Discourse of the Power of Devils WOmen and Fooles feare in the Dark to be They think the Devill in some Shape should see As if like silly Owles he takes delight To sleep all Day then goes abroad at Night To beat the Pots and Pans Candles blow out And all the Night to keep a 〈◊〉 rout To make the Sow to grunt the Pigs to squeek The Dogs to bark Cats mew as if they speak Alas poore Devill whose Power is small Onely to make a Cat or Dog to baule And with the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to make a noise To stew with fearfull sweat 〈◊〉 Girles and Boies Why should we feare him 〈◊〉 he doth no harm For we may bind him fast within a Charm Then what a Devill ailes a Woman Old To play such Tricks to give away her Soule Can he destroy Man-kind or new Worldes make Or alter States for an Old Womans sake Or put Day-light out or stop the Sun Or change the Planets from their course to run And yet methinkes t is odd and very strange That since the Devils cannot Bodies change Should have such power over Soules to draw Them from their God and from his holy Law Perswading Conscience to do more ill Then the sweet Grace of God to rule the Will To cut of Faith by which our Soules should climbe To make us leave our Folly and our Crime Destroying Honesty disgracing Truth Yet can He neither make Old Age nor Youth Nor can he add or take a Minute short Yet many Soules he keepes from Heavens Court It seemes his Power shall for ever last Because t is on the Soule which never wast And thus hath God the Devill Power lent To punish Man unlesse he doth repent THE CLASPE GIVE Mee the Free and Noble Stile Which seems 〈◊〉 though it be wild Though It runs wild about It cares not where It shewes more Courage then It doth of Feare Give me a Stile that Nature frames not Art 〈◊〉 or Art doth seem to take the Pedants part And that seemes Noble which is Easie Free Not to be bound
The one did give him Wit the other made him Fine Honours Epilogue NOble Spectators pray this learne by me That nothing without Honour Time can perfect be Honour doth dresle the Mind with Virtuous Weeds And is the Parent to all Noble Deeds Time doth the Body dresse with Touth and Age And is great Natures Chamber-maid and Page If in Times Cabinet great Spoiles you find The Fault is Ignorance who 's Stupid blind Which Carelesse is and tumbles all about Misplacing all taking the wrong things out But Time 's a Huswife good and takes much paine To order all as Nature did ordaine All severall Ages on severall Heapes she laies And what she takes from Life to Death she paies But if Disorder'd Life doth run in Debt Then Death his Serjeants doth Diseases 〈◊〉 Which causes Time to give a double Pay Because Life spent so much before Rent-day To all Writing Ladies IT is to be observed that there is a secret working by Nature as to cast an influence upon the mindes of men like as in Contagions when as the Aire is corrupted it produces severall Diseases so severall distempers of the minde by the inflammations of the spirits And as in healthfull Ages bodies are purified so wits are refined yet it seemes to me as if there were severall invisible spirits that have severall but visible powers to worke in severall Ages upon the mindes of men For in many Ages men will be affected and dis-affected alike as in some Ages so strongly and superstitiously devout that they make many gods and in another Age so Atheisticall as they beleeve in no God at all and live to those Principles Some Ages againe have such strong faiths that they will not only dye in their severall Opinions but they will Massacre and cut one anothers throats because their opinions are different In some Ages all men seek absolute power and every man would be Emperour of the World which makes Civil Wars for their ambition makes them restlesse and their restlesnesse makes them seek change Then in another Age all live peaceable and so obedient that the very Governours rule with obedient power In some Ages againe all run after Imitation like a company of Apes as to imitate such a Poet to be of such a Philosophers opinion Some Ages mixt as Moralists Poets Philosophers and the like and in some Ages agen all affect singularity and they are thought the wisest that can have the most extravagant opinions In some Ages Learning flourisheth in Arts and Sciences other Ages so dull as they loose what former Ages had taught And in some Ages it seemes as if there were a Common-wealth of those governing spirits where most rule at one time Some Ages as in Aristocracy when some part did rule and other Ages a pure Monarchy when but one rules and in some Ages it seemes as if all those spirits were at defiance who should have most power which makes them in confusion and War so confused are some Ages and it seemes as if there were spirits of the Faeminine Gender as also the Masculine There will be many Heroick Women in some Ages in others very Propheticall in some Ages very pious and devout For our Sex is wonderfully addicted to the spirits But this Age hath produced many effeminate Writers as well as Preachers and many effeminate Rulers as well as Actors And if it be an Age when the effeminate spirits rule as most visible they doe in every Kingdome let us take the advantage and make the best of our time for feare their reigne should not last long whether it be in the Amazonian Government or in the Politick Common-wealth or in flourishing Monarchy or in Schooles of Divinity or in Lectures of Philosophy or in witty Poetry or any thing that may bring honour to our Sex for they are poore dejected spirits that are not ambitious of Fame And though we be inferiour to Men let us shew our selves a degree above Beasts and not eate and drink and sleep away our time as they doe and live only to the sense not to the reason and so turne into forgotten dust But let us strive to build us Tombs while we live of Noble Honourable and good Actions at least harmlesse That though our Bodies dye Our Names may live to after memory I Wonder any should laugh or think it ridiculous to heare of Fairies and yet verily beleeve there are spirits which spirits can have no description because no dimension And of Witches which are said to change themselves into severall formes and then to returne into their first forme againe ordinarily which is altogether against nature yet laugh at the report of Fairies as impossible which are onely small bodies not subject to our sense although it be to our reason For Nature can as well make small bodies as great and thin bodies as well as thicke We may as well thinke there is no Aire because we 〈◊〉 not see it or to thinke there is no Aire in an empty Barrel or the like because when we put our hands and armes into the same we doe not feele it And why should not they get through doores or walls as well as Aire doth if their bodies were as thin And if we can grant there may be a substance although not subject to our sense then wee must grant that substance must have some forme And why not of man as of any thing else and why not rational soules live in a small body as well as in a grosse and in a thin as in a thicke Shall we say Dwarfes have lesse soules because lesse or thinner bodies And if rational souls why not saving souls So there is no reason in Nature but that there may not onely be such things as Fairies but these be as deare to God as we POEMS Of the Theam of Love O Love how thou art tired out with Rblme Thou art a Tree whereon all Poets climbe And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit which 〈◊〉 feeds upon But now thy Tree is left so bare and poor That they can hardly gather one Plumb more The Elysium THe Brain is the Elysian fields and here All Ghosts and Spirits in strong dreams appeare In gloomy shades sleepy Lovers doe walke Where soules do entertain themselves with talke And Heroes their great actions do relate Telling their Fortunes good and their sad Fate What chanc'd to them when they awak'd did live Their World the light did great Apollo give And what in life they could a pleasure call Here in these Fields they passe their time withall Where Memory the Ferriman doth bring New company which through the Senses swim The Boat Imagination's alwayes full Which Charon roweth in the Region 〈◊〉 And in that Region is that River 〈◊〉 There some are dipt then all things soon forgets But this Elysium Poets happy call Where Poets as great Gods do record all The souls of those that they will choose for blisse And their sweet
seems as if they angry were Their Hairs upon their Eyes in clodded gore Or wildly Spreads as not in life they wore With frowns their Fore-heads in deep surrows lye As Graves their Foes to bury when they dye Heaving up Spongy lungs through pangs of death With pain and difficulty fetcht short breath Some grasping hard their hands through pain provok'd For why the ratling flegme their throats do choak Their bodies bowing up then downe they fall For want of strength to make them stand withall Some Staggering on their legs do feebly stand Or leaning on their Sword with either hand Where on the Pummel doth their breast rely More griev'd they cannot fight then for to dye Their hollow eyes sunke deep into their brains And hard fetcht groans from every heart-String strains Their knees pull'd up to keep their bowels in But all too little through their blood doth swim And Guts like Sausages their bodies twine Or like the Spreading plant or wreathing vine Their restlesseheads not knowing how to lye Through grievous paines do quickly wish to dye Rowling from off their back upon their belly Tumbling in their blood as thick as gelly And gasping lye with short breaths and constraint With cold Sweat drops upon their faces saint Then heaving up their dull pale eye-balls looke As if through paine not hate the world forsook Some 〈◊〉 cold as Shivering Agues are Some burning hot as in high Feavers were Spewing of blood from Stomacks that are sick Through parching heats their tongues to'th' roofs do stick With loud groans 〈◊〉 call'd their Soules back While Smarting wounds did set them on the wrack And on their Arms their faces lay a crosse As if in death they were asham'd of losse Some dying like a flame whose oyle is spent Or fire smother'd out which wanteth vent And Some do fall like Strong and hardy Oaks Which hewn down are with fierce and cruell Stroaks Their 〈◊〉 chop'd small as wood for fire to burn Or carved or chipt out for Joyners turne Some underneath their horses belltes flung Some by the heels in their own Stirrups hung Others their heads and neck lay all awry And on their horses manes as pillows lye Some in a carelesse garb lye on the ground As life despis'd since Honour in death 's found Some for death do call some life desire Some care not others burial require Some beat their breasts as evill they had done Others in fiery hot revenge do burn Some lay as if to hear the Trumpet sound And others lay as sprawling on the ground Some wish'd their deaths revenge upon their foe Others with dying eyes their friends not know Some their parents children cry'd to see Others wish'd life some difference to agree But Lovers with à soft and panting heart Did wish their Mistris at their last depart To shut their eyes and wounds to close Whose dying Spirits to their Mistris goes Foes Hands into each others wounds thrust wide As if their hearts would pull out from each side VVhere friends in dear imbracements are close twin'd By their affection strong in death they are joyn'd Some wish'd to live yet long for death through paine Others dye grieving that their foe 's not slain Or else repent what they so rash have done And wish the Battle were to be begun Some gently Sinking so by fainting fall And quietly do yeeld when Death them call Some drunk with death not able are to stand And reeling fall struck down by deaths cold hand Some 〈◊〉 long as lovers when part must Others as willing yeeld to Fate their dust And sweetly lies as if asleep in night Some sterne as if new battles were to fight Some softly murmuring like a bubling stream Yet sweetly smile in death as in a dream Whose soules with soft-breath'd sighs to heaven flye To live with gods above the starry skie Thus severall noyses through the aire do ring And severall postures Death to men doth bring Where some do dye out-ragious in despaire Others so gentle as appears no fear With heaps of bodies hills up high are growne Where haire as grasse and teeth as seed are sown Their head and heels horsemen together lay Smother'd to death which could not get away Their arms lay hack'd and all were thrown about And Targets full of holes that kept death out Their Flags flying like moving woods did show Various colours seem'd on their tops to grow As if flowers had sprouted from trees high Or strew'd about did in the clouds so lye Now all are fallen and into 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Their mottoes raz'd that did their sides adorn Yet some as winding sheets their bearers shrou'd Which was an Honour fit to make Death proud Some like Virgins that cast their eyes down low Through shamefastnesse although no fault they know Nor guilty are but overcome with strength Though not consenting yet is forc'd at length As Chastity so courage forc'd we sinde To lay down Arms though sore against their minde Here 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Saddles thrown Flags Pikes Drums Guns Bullets all o're strown Plumes of Feathers which waved with the wind And proudly tost like to some haughty mind Like to prosperity when over-born Now humbly lyes where they are trodden on Horses praunce proudly when they backed were By men of courage never knowing fear If they are over-powred by strong assault And lost by strength was not their courage fault For they on deaths dull face could boldly stare Since life should hate if not victorious were Dead horses lye on backs their heels up flung Eyes sunke their heads lye turn'd their jaws down hung Their thick curl'd Manes which grew down to the ground Or by their Master in fine Ribbans bound Was torn halfe off or sing'd by fire from Guns Or snarl'd in knots or clods that backward runs Their nostrils wide from whence thick smoak out-went Which from their hot slout hearts that vapour sent Their sleek bright hair on skin like coats of Mayle Their courage sierce that nothing could them quaile All in death lay by Fortune they were cast And Nature to new formes goes on in hast For neither beauty strength or nimble feet Could serve in death all beasts alike there meet In severall postures horse and men thus lyes With severall pains in severall places 〈◊〉 VVhen horses dye they know no reason why VVhere men do venture life for vain-glory Smoak from their bloods into red clouds did rise VVhich flasht like lightning in the livings eyes Their groans into the middle region went Ecchoes in the Aire like Thunder rent Winds rarified sighs such gusts did blow As if ascended from the shades below Men strives to dye to make their names to live VVhen gods no certainty to Fame will give A Battle between Honour and Dishonour WIth grief and sorrow Honour did complain How that her sons and servants all are slaine Now none are left but those that do her sleight Open rebellion doth against her fight Besides this Age doth dirt upon her throw For
fled But to him run like shuttles in a loom And with their bodies did his Corps intomb For through their loyall breast did dig their grave Because their King a 〈◊〉 should have So all did dye no story yet 〈◊〉 shown Was ever any Pygmees after known Then did their wives with sighs 〈◊〉 their falls And withtheir tears did strew their Funerals Those Tears did mix with blood upon the ground Where Rubies since hath in the Earth been found Their Bodies moist to Vapour rarified And now in Clouds do neer the Sun reside When they their grief unto remembrance call Those sullen clouds in shouring tears do fall Their sighs are winds that blow here and there And all their bodies transmigrated are unhappy battle to destroy a Race That on the earth deserv'd the chiefest place For they were valiant and did love their King Without dispute obey'd in every thing Nature pittying to see their Fortune sad Who by her favour a remembrance had For she their bones did turn to Marble white Of which are Statues carv'd for Mans delight And in some places are as gods set up Idols that superstition doth worship There Oberon King a Temple builded high In which great Fortunes name did magnifie The Temple of Fortune THe Temple was built of Cornelian red To signifie that much blood there was shed Her Altars were carv'd from an Agget stone VVhere there were musk Flyes sacrificed on And Priest there is that sings her praises loud VVhereat the people 〈◊〉 all in a croud For though she be blind and cannot well see Yet she her hearing hath perfectly The Steeple was built of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And carved finely with many a 〈◊〉 The Bels of Nightingales 〈◊〉 ues which did ring As sweetly as in the Spring they do 〈◊〉 Their Holy fire is made of Sweet Spice And kept by 〈◊〉 young that know no Vice Their 〈◊〉 sometimes they place in a Bower VVhich made is of a Gesamin Flower And all her sacred Groves in which she walks Are set with Roses that grow's by the stalks Thus in Procession her about they bear 〈◊〉 none but in Devotion cometh there The King and Queen do wait where e're she go And all about sweet incense they do strew Nature frown'd to see her so respected And by these Honours done she thought her self rejected Wherefore saith Nature let me take the place And let not Fortune proud me thus out-face When all that 's good you do receive from me For she my Vassal low you soon shall see For I with Vertues do the Mind inspire And cloathes the Soul in beautifull attire The body equall makes and very strong The Heart with Courage to revcnge a wrong In brains Invention Wit and Judgment lyes Creating like a god orders as wise The Senses all as perfectly are made To hear to see to taste to touch 〈◊〉 And in the Soule Affections Passions live There 's nothing done but what my powers give All which to mutability I throw Who in perpetuall motion alwayes goe Thus all Invention from my power comes For Arts in men are but by scraps and crumbs So Fate and Fortune are my Handmaids sure For what they do shall never long endure For I throughout the World do make things range And constant am in nothing but in change Then let your worship to blind Fortune fall Or else shall my displeasure bury all But false devotion unto men is sweet VVhilst Truth 's kickt out and trodden under feet Their minds do ebbe and flow just like the Tide And what is to be done is cast aside This makes that men are never in the way But wander up and down like sheep astray Oh wretched man that cannot in peace be For with himselfe he cannot well agree Sometimes he hates what he before approves But in a constant course he never moves Nor to himself nor God that 's good can stay He ever seeking is some unknown way No sad example he by warning takes If none will do him hurt some mischief makes As if he fear'd in happinesse to live And to himself a deadly wound will give But why do I complain that Man is bad Since what he hath or is from me he had Not onely Man the World but Gods also And nothing greater then my self I know VVhich made them take high Fortune down And in her room great Nature crown A Battle between Life and Death ACruel Battle is betwixt two Foes VVhen Nature will decide it none yet knows These two are Life and Death the world divide And whilst it lasts the Cause will n'ere decide First Life is active seeking to enjoy And Death is envious striving to destroy VVhen Life a curious peece of Work doth make And thinks therein some pleasure for to take Then in comes Death with Rancour and with spleen Destroyes it so that nothing can be seen For fear her ruines Beauty might present Leaves not so much to makes Life's Monument This makes Life mourn to see her pains and cost Destroy'd for what she doth in Death is lost VVeeping complains at Natures crueltie That onely made her for Deaths 〈◊〉 to be I am his food his sharp teeth doth me tear And when I 〈◊〉 no pity hath nor care The pain he puts me in doth make me rore And his pale face that 's grim affrights me sore And when I think away from him to run Falls streight into his jaws no wayes can shun But why do I thus sigh lament and mourn And try not means for to revenge my wrong I will call all my friends their strength to trye Either I le perish quite or Death shall dye Then brings she motion nimble at each turn And Courages that doth like Fire burn Preventing and inventing wits to make Sconses and Forts too strong for death to take A Regiment of Arts defending with their skill And do assult her foes and sometimes kill A Brigade of clear strengths stand firm and sure VVhich can the assaults of Death endure A Party of perfect healths arm'd so well As Death how to destroy them cannot tell A Troop of Growths at first small weak and low Increasing every minute numbers grow And many more Companies hath 〈◊〉 there As all the Passions chiefly Hope and Fear Love leads this Army his motto a Heart Their Arms are their Free-Wils all bear a part Deaths Army are all to destruction bent As Wars and Famine both these Pestilent Fury and Rage Despair that run about Seeking which way that they may Life put out Troops Regiments Brigades in numbers are As Sicknesse Dulnesse Griese and Care And feeble Age but few nor scarce can stand Yet in Deaths battle fight will hand to hand Hate leads the Army in a dull slow pace And for his Motto has a lean pale fare With severall weapons Death poor Life doth take Her as a prisoner and his slave doth make And on her Ashes doth in triumph ride And by his Conquest swels he big with pride Lifes force was
Love Humility kneel'd downe to pray Desires beg'd of all that pass'd that way Poore Doubts did seem as if they quaking stood Yet were they lapt in Mantles of Hope good Generous Faith seem'd bountifull and free She gave to all that askt her Charity All sorts of Opinions in Pulpits seem'd to Preach False Doctrine for Truth might many teach Not that I heard what their Opinions were For Prospects i' th Eye do lye not i' th Eare. A Land-skip STanding upon a Hill of Fancies high Viewing about with Curiosities Eye Saw severall Land-skips under my Thoughts to lye Some Champians of Delights where there did feed Pleasures as Weathers fat and Ewes to breed And Pastures of green Hopes wherein Cowes went Of Probability give Milk of sweet content Some Feilds though plow'd with Care unsow'd did lye Wanting the fruitfull Seed Industry In other Feilds full Crops of Joyes there grow'd Where some Ripe Joyes Fruition downe had mov'd Some blasted with ill Accidents look'd black Others blowne downe with Sorrow strong * lay flat Then did I view Inclosures close to lye Hearts hedg'd about with Thoughts of secrecy Fresh Meadow of green Youth did pleasant seem Innocency as Cowslips grew therein Some ready with Old Age to cut for Hay Some Hay cock'd high for Death to take away Cleare 〈◊〉 of Health ran here and there No Mind of Sicknesse in them did appeare No Stones or Gravell stopt their passage free No Weeds of Paine or Slimy Gouts could see Woods did present my view on the left side Where Trees of high Ambition grew great Pride There Shades of Envie were made of dark Spight Which did Eclipse the Fame of Honours Light 〈◊〉 stood so close not many 〈◊〉 of Praise Could enter in Spight stopt up all the waies But Leaves of pratling Tongues which nere lye still Sometimes speak Truth although most Lyes they tell Then did I a Garden of Beauty view Where Complexions of Roses and Lillies grew And Violets of blew Veines there grow'd Upon the Banks of Breasts most perfect shew'd Lips of fresh Gilly-flowers grew up high Which oft the Sun did kisse as he pass'd by Hands of Narcissus perfect white were set The Palmes were curious Tulips sinely streakt And by this Garden a lovely Orchard stood Wherein grew Fruit of Pleasure rare and good All colour'd Eyes grew there as Bullice gray And Dampsons black which do tast best some say Others there were of the pure blewest Grape And Peare-plum Faces of an ovall Shape Cheeks of Apricotes made red with Heat And Cherry Lips which most delight to eat When I had view'd this Land-skip round about I fell from Fancies Hill and so Wits Sight went out Similizing Thoughts THoughts as a Pen do write upon the Braine The Letters which wise Thoughts do write are plaine Fooles Scribble Scrabble and make many a Blot Which makes them Non-sense speak they know not what Or Thoughts like Pencils draw still to the Life And 〈◊〉 mixt as Colours give delight Sad melancholy Thoughts are for Shadowes plac'd By which the lighter Fancies are more grac'd As through a dark and watry Cloud more bright The Sun breakes forth with his Resplendent Light Or like to Nights black Mantle where each 〈◊〉 Doth clearer seem so lighter Fancies are Some like to Raine-bowes various Colours shew So round the Braine Fantastick Fancies grow Of Thoughts IMaginations high like Cedars shew Where Leaves of new Invention thick do grow Which Thoughts as gentle Winds do blow about And Contemplation makes those Leaves sprout out And Pleasure with Delight as Birds do sing On every Bough to think what Fame they bring Similizing Navigation THE Sea 's like Desarts which are wide and long Where Ships as Horses run whose Breath is strong The Stern-man holds the Reines thereby to guide The Sturdy Steed on foamy 〈◊〉 to ride The Wind 's his Whip to beat it forward on On either side as Stirrops serve each Gun The Sailes as Saddles spread upon the back The Ropes as Girts which in a Storme will crack The Pump the Breech where 〈◊〉 come out The Needle as the Eye guides it about Similizing the Sea to Meadowes and Pastures the Marriners to Shepheards the Mast to a May-pole Fishes to Beasts THE Waves like Ridges of Plow'd-land lies high Whereat the Ship doth stumble downe doth lye But in a Calme levell as Meadowes seem And by its Saltnesse makes it look as green When Ships thereon a slow soft pace they walke Then Mariners as Shepheards sing and talke Some whistle and some on their Pipes do play Thus merrily will passe their time a way And every Mast is like a May-pole high Round which they dance though not so merrily As Shepheards do when they their Lasses bring Whereon are Garlands tied with Silken string But on their Mast instead of Garlands hung Huge Sailes and Ropes to tye those Garlands on Instead of Lasses they do dance with Death And for their Musick they have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Instead of Wine and Wassals drink salt Teares And for their Meat they feed on nought but Feares For Flocks of Sheep great 〈◊〉 of Herrings swim As ravenous Wolves the 〈◊〉 do feed on them As sportfull Kids skip over Hillocks green So dancing Dolphines on the Waves are seen The Porpoyse like their watchfull Dog espies And gives them warning when great Windes will rise Instead of Barking he his Head wil shew Above the waters where they rough do flow When showring Raines power downe and Windes do blow Then fast Men run for Shelter to a Tree So Ships at Anchor lye upon the Sea Comparing VVaves a Ship to Rebellion THus the rough Seas whom highly Windes inrage Assault a Ship and in feirce War ingage Or like rude Multitudes whom Factions swell With ranckled Spleen which makes them to rebell Against their Governours thronging about With 〈◊〉 Noise to throw their power out And if their Power gets the upper-hand They 'l make him sinck and then in Triumph stand Foaming at Mouth as if great Deeds th' had done When they were Multitudes and he but One. So Seas do foam and 〈◊〉 about a Ship And both do strive which shall the Better get Or 〈◊〉 like skil'd Mariners will guide The Ship through 〈◊〉 of Death that do gape wide And to a Haven safe will bring 〈◊〉 in Although through many dangers she did swim Similizing the Head of Man to the VVorld THE Head of 〈◊〉 is like the World made round Where all the Elements in it are found The 〈◊〉 as Earth from whence all Plants do spring And from the Womb it doth all Creatures bring The Fore-head Nose like Hills that do rise high Which over-top the Dales that levell lye The Haire as Trees which long in length do grow And like its Leaves with 〈◊〉 waves to and fro Wit like to severall Creatures wildly runs On severall Subjects and cach other shuns The Blood as Seas doth through the Veines run round The Sweat as Springs by which
And when those tears did fail with their owne weight With new-borne tears supplyed their places strait She held a 〈◊〉 secm'd with courage bold Griese bid her strike but Feare did bid her hold Impatience rays'd her voyce and shricking shrill Which sounded like a Trumpet on a hill Her face was flickt like Marble streak'd with red Caus'd by Griefes vapours flying to her head Her bosome bare her garments loose and wide And in this posture lay by Deaths cold side By chance a man who had a fluent tongue Came walking by seeing her lye along Pittying her sad condition and her griefe Did straine by Rhethorisks help to give reliefe Why doe you mourne said he and thus complaine Since grief wil neither Death nor Gods restraine When they at first all Creatures did create And gave them life to death predestinate Your sorrow cannot alter their 〈◊〉 Nor call back life by your impatiency Nor can the dead from Love receive a beat Nor heares the sound of lamentations great For Death is stupid being numb'd and cold No eares to heare nor eyes for to behold Then mourn no more since you no help can give Take pleasure in your Beauty whiles you live For in the fairest Nature pleasure takes But if you dye then Death his triumph makes At last his words like Keyes unlock'd her eares And then she strait considers what she heares Pardon you Gods said she my murmuring crime My griefe shall ne're dispute your Will Divine And in sweet life will I take most delight And so went home with that fond Carpet-Knight On a Mourning Beauty VPon the Hill of Melancholy sate A Mourning Beauty but no word she spake Silent as Night where no Articulate noyse Did once rise up shut close from light of joyes Only a wind of Sighs which doth arise From the deep Cave the Heart wherein those lyes Saa'nesse as a Vaile over her face was flung Sorrow a Mantle black about her hung Her leaning Head upon her hand did rest The other hand was laid upon the Breast Her Eyes did humble bow towards the ground The Earth the object in her Eyes quite drown'd From her soft Heart a spring of tears did rise Which run from the two fountaines of her eyes And where those Showers fell Flowers up sprung No comfort give their Heads for griefe down hung Yet did the Stars shine bright as Tapers by Shadows of light did sit as Mourners nigh At last the Gods did pitty her sad Fate Her to a shining Comet did translate Of Sorrowes Teares INto the Cup of Love poure Sorrowes teares Where every drop a perfect Image beares And trickling down the Hill of Beauties check Falls on the Breast dives through the Heart to meet Which Heart burnt up would be with fire of grief Did not those tears with moysture give reliefe An Elegy on a Widow WIdow which honour to her Husband gave By vertuous life and faithful to her Grave Set Altars on this Hearse for memory And let her Fame live here eternally Here celebrate her Name and bring Your Offerings and all her praises sing For she was one whom Nature strove to make A Pattern fit Ensamples out to take On a Mother that dyed for griefe of her only Daughter which dyed VNto this Grave let unkind Parents come And touch these loving Ashes in this urne All the dislike Parents in Children find Shall vanish quite and be of Nature kind For in this Tombe such pure Love buried lyes None perfect is but what from hence doth rise On a beautifull young Maid that dyed Daughter to the grieved Mother YOu Lovers all come mourne here and lament Over this Grave and build a Monument For Beauties everlasting memory The world shall never such another see Her face did seem like to a Glory bright And when the Sun did rise from her took light The Sun and Moon could ne're eclips'd have been If ere those Planets had her beauty seen Nor had this Isle been subject to dark nights Had not sleep shut her eyes so stop'd those lights No Bodies could infection take her breath Did cleanse the Aire restoring life from death But Nature finding she had been too free In making such a mighty Power as She Used all Industry's powerfull Art and skil Gave Death a greater power this body to kill For if that Nature let this body live She had no work for Death nor Fates to give The Funerall of Calamity CAlamity was laid on Sorrows Hearse And coverings had of Melancholy verse Compassion as kind friends doth mourning goe And tears about the Corps as flowers strow A Garland of deep sighs by pitty made On the sad Corps of Calamity laid Bels of complaints did ring it to the Grave And History a monument of fame it gave OF a Funerall ALas who shall condole my Funerall Since none is neere that doth my life concern Or who shall drop a sacrificing tear If none but enemies my hearse shall bear For here 's no mourner to lament my fall But all rejoyced in my fate though sad And think my heavie ruine far too light So cruell is their 〈◊〉 and their spight For men no pitty nor compassion have But all in savage wildernesse doe delight To wash and bathe themselves in my pure bloud As if they health receiv'd from that red floud Yet will the Winds ring out my knell And shouring raine fall on my hearse And Birds as Mourners sit thereon And Grasse a covering grow upon Rough stones as Scutchions shall adorne my Tombe And Glow worm burning Tapers stand thereby Night sable covering shall me over-spread Elegies of Man-drakes groans shall write me dead Then let no Spade nor Pick-axe dig me up But let my bones lye quietly in peace For who the dead dislodges from their grave Shall neither blessednesse nor honour have An Elegy on my Brother Lill'd in these unhappy VVarres DEare Brother thy Idea in my minde doth lye And is intomb'd in my sad memory Where every day I to thy Shrine doe goe And offer tears which from my eyes doe flow My heart the fire whose flames are ever pure Laid on Loves Altar last till life endure My sorrows incense strew of sighs fetch'd deep My thoughts doe watch while they sweet spirit sleeps Dear blessed soul though thou art gone yet lives Thy fame on earth and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 praises give But all 's too smal for thy Heroick minde Was above all the praises of Man-kinde Of the death and buriall of Truth TRuth in the Golden Age was healthy strong But in the Silver Age grew leane and wan i th' Brazen Age sore sick abed did lye And in the last hard Iron Age did dye Measuring and Reckoning both being just She as her two Executors did trust Her goods for to distribute all about To her dear friends as Legacies gave out First usefull Arts the life of men to ease Then those of pleasure which the mind doe please Distinguishments from that to this to shew What 's best to