bosome spâ—ings The people that in shoals do swim Walls windowâ— ooft â—owers steeples all were set With severall eyes that in this object met Children uncapable to all mens thinking Were dâ—unk with joy as others were with drinking And stâ—ikâ—s the heavens with sound of trembling bells The Vocal Gâ—ddesse leaving dâ—sart woods Slâ—des down the Dales and dancing on the floods Observes our woods and wiâ—h repeating noise Contends to double our abundant joyes Mirth digs her pits in every cheâ—k To bury grief and sorrow Casheer all care and chear the foolish soul To joyn To marâ—y glue paste wed wedge â—iveâ— yoke manacle fetter shackcle sodder cement knit tie Iris v. Rainbow Heavens Embassadresse the thousand coloured dame She that paints the clouds Golden wing'd Thaumantia The goddesse with the painted bow The painted mother of the showers Juno 's embassad resse Judas The damned Iscariot He that betray'd his master with a kisse And miss'd of heaven even at the gates of blisse Judge Grim pronouncers of the Law Living Law Sâ—rict conservers of the Laws Grave Stewards and dispensors of the Laws That sit on bright Astraea's sacred Throne That speaks nothing but chains and shackles Whose stubble beard doth grate poor prisoners eyes Whose stern faces look Worse than the Prisoner that 's deni'd his book Or Pilate painted like a scalded Cook Day of Judgement The worlds combustion The generall Bonefire The grand Sessions Natures Funerall The worlds sad hour Dooms-day When souls shall wear their new array When the words masse shall shrink in purging flame The last dayes summons when earths Tâ—ophies lie Ascattered heap and time it self shall die When the Sun shall From the blind heavens like a dead cinder fall And all the elements intend their strife To ruine what they fram'd When desperate time lies gasping When thunder summons from eternal sleep Th' imprison'd ghosts and spreads â—'th frighted deep A veil of darknesse When the knot of nature is dissolved And the worlds ages in one hour involved In their old Châ—os seas with skies shall joyn And stars with stars confounded lose their shine The â—arth no longer shall extend her shore To keep the Ocean ouâ— the Moon no more Follow the sun but scorning her old way Crosse him and claim the guiding of the day The falling worlds now jarring frame no peacâ— No league shall hold great things themselves oppresse When earth and seas to flâ—mes are turn'd And all the world with one sad fire is burn'd The utmost date of time When rocks and all things shâ—ll disband The great and universal doome When Christ shall in a throne of clouds descend To judge the earth With rusty maske the heavens shall hide their face The aged world dissolved by the last And fatal houre shall to old Chaos hast Stars justling stars shall in the deep confound Their radiant fires the land shall give no bound To swallowing seas the moon shall crosse the sun With scorne that her swift wheeles obliquely run Daies throne aspiring discord then shall â—end The worlds crackt flame and natures concord end The frame Of nature then shall feed the greedy flame Men cities floods and seas by ravenous lust Of fire devoured all shall resolve to dust When the dancing poles Shall cease their whirling galliard When Lachesis hath no more thread to spin Nor time a feather on his crazy wing When this vast oâ—be of earth shall blazing burn And all the world in funeral flames shall mourn When heaven and hell amazâ—ng must appear In two extreams joy and excessive fear The hindge of things Is broke all ends run back into their springs The second Chaos When earth and sea in fiery flames shall frie And time lies buried in eternity When as to those enchaind in sleepe The wakeful trump of doome shall thunder through the deepe With such an horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake The aged earth agast With terrour of that blast Shall fâ—om the surface to the center shake When at the worlds last session The dreadful Judge in midle aire shall spread his throne July That month whose fame Growes greater by the man that gave it name When many well pil'd cocks of short sweet hay stands in the field What time soft night had silently begun To steal by minutes on the long-liv'd day The furious dog pursuing of the sun Whose noisome breath ads fervour to his ray v. Summer Zodiack Leo. June Sol leaving Gemini and drawing near Unto his height in Cancer when shortest night Urg'd the Thessalian archer v. Summer Zodiack-Cancer Juno Saturnia Great Queen of Gods Great matron of the Thunderer That chariots through the skies By peacocks drawn stuck full of Argus eyes Heavens Queen The Empresse of the skie Silver-arm'd goddesse White-arm'd deity Saturnia that makes the white embrace The ivory fingerd Queen Drawn with a team of harnest peacocks With silken bridles in a coach of gold Lined with Estrich plumes Shee That shares with Joves imperial soveraignty Joves sister and his wife That kindles Hymens fires The Queen of marriage and of chast desires Heavens great dame That hath the charge to rule the nuptial flame In nuptial bands That ties the hearts and then the willing hands Jupiter Saturnius The Almighty Thunderer To give the soul a goal delivery To deal their martial almes To suffer shipwrack of the soul And with his blood embrued The blushing earth Making a fatal rest to lulâ— Him in the sleep of death which clos'd his sight Shutting his eyes up in eternal night Taught him the way to his grave Driving the soul out at the yawning wound Uncase dislodge untenant uncage a soule As when a spring conducting pipe doth break The waters at a little breach burst ouâ— And hissing through the airy regions smoke So â—lusht the blood To Kill ones self To leave the warfare of this life Without a passe from the great general He gives himself a period to the race Of his loath'd life To abridge their own lives pilgrimage To be a traitour to ones selfe To let out life and so unhouse the soul To break the prison As if'â—were sweet to dye when forc't to live Accessary to their own death Self murtherer Kings Gods enshrin'd in earthly frames Fineâ— but more britle ware Sifted from common bran Inferiour Gods Earthly Deities Mortal God Whos 's awfull eye Bears signes of an imperious majesty That swaies the awful scepter in his hand The supream moderators of the law Astâ—â—a's princely stewards Men in Text letters Whose roval temples are impal'd With the enamel'd crown and diadem Who on th'â—mperial throne Doth alwaies sit and alwaies sits alone Whose lives are gaudy troubles whose crowns are Not more beset with pearls than stuft with care He that bears Heavens Scepter and the clouds with thunder tears The King of Gods That power from whom what ere hath being springs The goat-nurst God who three-forkt lightning flings Whose nod the worlds foundation
Aurora's liquid pearl Gemmes which adorne The beauteous tresses of the weeping morne The tears that swell the roses blushing checks As if the earth to welcome in the morn VVould hang a jewel on each ear of corne That in a gentle shower Drops pearls into the bosome of a flower The pearly drops which youthful May Scatters before the rising day Diana's silver sweat The pearly purled showres Hangs on the rose bud tops and knowing it Must be anon exhaled for sorrow shrinkes It selfe into a tear That from Aurora's eyes In Chrystal tears is wept when she must leave The bed whereon her lov'd Tithonus lies The aire close mourner for the setting sun Bedewes her cheeks with tears when he is gone To th' other world The cold sweat of the morne Diana v. Phaebe The chast-born arrow-loving Queen The chast-born seed of Jove The beamy Queen The virgin huntresse The maiden archer The grovy Queene Bow-bearing goddesse The goddesse of Gargaphia Titania Cynthia Trivia The three shaped goddesse Phebus bright sister Latona's shining daughter Dido Unhappy Carthaginian Queen Infortunate Eliza. Phaenician Phrygian Tyrian Sidonian Queen Aeneas lucklesse hostess Good Sichaeus widow To Die v. Death Souls departed To cast off the robe of clay To drop into the grave To pass the fatal ferry Death unjoynts the soul and body Whose latest breath Hath freely paid their full arrears to death Become a tenant to the grave Matriculated among the dead Enrolled in the Register of death To quit scores with nature Rak't up in deaths cold embers The stiffening cold benums her senceless limbs The winter of cold death Congeales her path of life and stops her breath To make A swift descent into the Stygian lake Hâ—s eyes do swim in night To pay their debt to the exacting fates To go on natures embasse Like poor farmers pay Quit-rent to nature on the very day When we bequeath Our bodies as a Legacy to death When death shall lulle us in eternal rest The meeting eyelids conclude a lasting league To house with darkness and with death When we must Resolve into neglected dust When we must Resolve to our originary dust When we must Commit an incest with our mothers dust Their rolling eyes together set in debt Together they expire their parting breath Their heavy eyes with dying motion â—urning They close and sigh out death To dislodge the soul To passe the flamy pile To accomplish their fate To pay his period to fate Smâ—ke to the house of death Whose soul hath fled th' abodes of men To pay tribute to the fates To Pluto's mansion dive To hide his wretched head In Ploto's house and live amongst the dead To kisse the cup of death To nature he obedience gave And kneeld to do her homage in the grave His eyes possesse eternal night The Parcae with impartial knife Have left his body tenantless of life â—ossest with lasting sleepe The pale ghost fleets into aire â—reading the pathes that lead â—o the dark region of the dead â—olded up in death To force Between two long-joyn'd lovers sad divorce When life doth ebbe away â—ost in cold night of death To fall To a loathed nothing in the â—uneraâ— To become A Potentate within the starry court Free from th' Eclypse of earth Fee from the darksome prison of their clay To break the prison of our clay To sayle ore the vast main of death To shift our flâ—sh to crosse the Sâ—igian lake Tâ—at have performed the taske of life Put out the tapour of our dayes A soul uncas'd unorgand by the hand of death To sleepe in peaceful ashes Death unclasps the fleshy cage To have his exit from the common scene Death breaks the shell of sin And there is hatcht a Cherubin The Gordian knotted band Of lifes untied To pay the shot at natures table To return to their mothers dusty lap The body is confined to dust Take a poor lodging in a bed of dust VVrapt in the cold embraces of the grave To pay to nature her last duties To walk the way of nature To submit to the law of nature â—n the falling eye-lids death appears VVhen we that precipice shall tread Vhence none return that leads unto the dead The tombe Yawns to devoure him Darknesse veiles the setting light VVe to the graves infernal prison must Descend and rot in silent shrouds of dust Death's all-curing hand doth close the eyes Lost in the ashes of their funeral Dying Beauty Fair eyes enâ—ombed in their sweet circles Death dallying seeks To entertain it self in loves sweet place Decayed roses of discoloured cheeks Do yet retain fair notes of former grace And ugly death sits fair within her face Sweet remnants â—esting of vermilion red That death it self doubts whether she be dead So lookt once poyson'd Rosamund The lâ—llies and the roses that while ere Strove in her cheeks till they compounded were â—ave broke their truce and fiercely fall'n to blowes And now the lilly hath overcome the rose Different Twixt whom is so great odâ— Almost as twixt the furies and the Gods Who these would make to meet he may as well A reconcilement work twixt heaven and hell Most inconsistent beings Difficult VVhich may employ the strength of all their car And taske their best endeavours Uneasie taske enough to rack the brain To bring about and make all study vain All Hercules twelve labours put in one VVould not hold weight with this alone Discourse Discourse thus entertaind the day And in discourse consum'd the shortned night VVith such discourse they entertaind the feast That tane away dispose themselves for rest They rise with day Disease That tedious guest Hâ—rbenger of death Blood-sucker Deaths arrowes Deaths pale unwelcome mâ—ssenger Vertues shop Vertues sharp schoolmaster Unwelcome guest Sad companion Unwelcome visitor The Aâ—mighties rod. The bodies jâ—rring and untuned Musick That consumes the reins And drinks the blood out of the swelled veines Doubt Doubtful Even as a ship upon the raging sea Be ween two winds crosse tossed every way Uncertain knowes not in what course to set her O my divided soul how do I tremble Like to the doubtful needle twixt two loadstones One thought another doth controle So great a discord wracks the wavering soul Such thoughts had Biblis when she wooed her brother Such Meleagers mother when she held The faâ—al brand With a battel in the fighting thoughts As when a mighty Oake now almost fell'd his fall On each side thâ—eatens and waves to and â—roâ— The ague palsie of the soul The tumult of distracted minds Plunged in doubtful passions The tempest of the thoughts A strange confusion in the troubled soul Whose flying thoughâ—s are at no certain â—â—and The jarring passion of the struggling soul Quandaring passion The souls Labyrinth Tâ—de of the mind Earthquake of the brest The megrim of the soul Euripus of the mind Tost like a ship twixt two encountring tides Dove The feathered steeds that Venus chariot draw The harmless nuntios of peace which have all
boy The button on fortunes cap. I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fates Happy enough to pity Caesar As if both heaven and earth should undertake To extract the best from all mankind to make One perfect happy man He takes it for an injury If fortune chance to come behind his wish Nor doth wide heaven that secret blessing know To give that she on him doth not bestow Blind fortune is his slave and all her store The lesse he seeks her followes him the more Born under joyful destinies and smiling stars Like to the stately swan Rididing on streams of Blisse more rich array'd With earths delight than thoughts could put in ure To glut the senses of an Epicure Tired with the surfet of delight More fortunate than he To whom both Indies tributary be To move as a star in the orb of happinesse Moving in a Labyrinnth of delight Which have More happinesse than modesty could crave Fortunes great pledge to whom Faâ—e ever ow'd so much Environ'd with delights Commanding Fortune The favourite of heaven In favour with the stars Fortunes darling Minion Swimming bathing in felicity One that knows not so much as the name of misery To whose nativity the Fates doow A swelling glory For whom A glorious thread they spin such as their Loom Is proud to see An happinesse worthy the envy of the gods Happinesse courts him in her best array To whom all blessednesse in nature is a servant Child of indulgent fortune As if Fortune had got eyes onely to cherish him As happy as Metellus As Polycrates Thy tents shall flourish in the joyes of peace The wealth and honour of thy house encrease Thy children and their offspring shall abound Like blades of grass that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of dayes like weighty shocks of corn In season reap'd shall to thy grave be born The fight of him doth strike the envious blind As the mounted Sun Breaks through the clouds and throws his golden rays A out the world so his increasing dayes Succeed in glory Fountain v. Springs Foul. v. Deformed Free Free as the air Free as the mountain wind My soul enjoyes an unrestrained freedome With all th' indulgence of fair liberty My thoughts disclaim all right and interest Any can challenge in me Unshâ—ckled souls Unengaged thoughts Friends A pair of friends or rather one call'd two Our but divided selves Diapason of vows and wishes A mind in two divided but not partâ—d A double body and yet single hearted Pylades soul and mad Orestes was In these if we believe Pythagoras That partake of one anothers good and evill with so lively a reflexion that there needs but one blow to make two wounds Oâ—r second selves Our other selves Achilles Patroclus Hercules Hylas Joâ—athan David Titus Gesippus Theseuâ— Perithous Pilades Oâ—estes Damon Pithias Nisus Eurialâ—s Wrapt and woven into all trusts and counsels Nor the silvet doves that flie Yoak'd in Cytherea's Car Nor the wings that lift so high And convoy her sun so far And so lovely sweet and fair Or do more innoble love And so choicely match'd a pair Or with more consent do move Frost Keen frosts have chained up the deep The streams are bound with ribs of ice The floods in icie fetters bound Crusted earth Every honey-headed twig Wears his snowie Periwig And every bough his snowy beard Waters have bound themselves and cannot run Suffering what Xerxes fetters would have done The fish are froze as they swim in the wave The wine is frozen in the cup. The Countrey swain O'r the stiffe waves doth drive his loaded Wain The frozen wine hoth keep the vesselâ— shape A shell of ice doth glaze the Rivers o'r And had Leander such a shore descry'd Then in that narrow sea he had not dy'd The Frost doth cast an icie cream Upon the lakes and Chrystall stream Shew me those flames you brag on you that be Arm'd with those fires wine and Poetrie You are now benumm'd spight of your god and verse And do your Metaphors for prayers rehearse Whilst you that call snow fleece and feâ—thers do Wish for true fleeces and true feathers too Our rivers are one Chrystall shores are fit Mirrours not being now like glasse but it Our ships stand all as planted we may sweaâ— They are not onely born up but grow there While waters they are pavements firm as stone And without faith are each day walk'd upon What parables cal'd folly heretofore Was now discreet to build upon the shore There 's not one dines amongst us with washt hands Water is scarce here as in Africk sands And we expect it not but from some god Opening a fountain by some Prophets rod Who needs not seek out where he should unlock A streâ—m what e'r he struck would be true rock When as heaven drops some smaller drops our sense Of grief 's encreas'd being but deluded thence For whilst we think those drops to entertain They fall down pearls which came down half way rain Green Lands removall now the poor man fears Seeing all water frozen but his tears We suffer day continuall and the snow Doth make a little night become noon now We hear of some inchrystall'd such as have That which procuâ—'d their death become their grave Bodies that destitute of soul yet stood dead and fell not drown'd yet without a Flood Nay we who breath still are almost as they And onely may be call'd a softer clay We stand like Statues as if cast and fit For life not having bâ—t expâ—cting it Each man 's become the Stoicks wise man hence For can you look for passion where's no sense Which we have nor resolv'd to our first stone Unlesse it be one sense to feel w' have none Our very Smiths now work not â—y what 's more Our Dutch men write but five hours and give o'â— We dare provoke faith now we know what 't is To feel cold death onely by suffering this All fires are Vestal now and we as they Do in our Chimnies keep a lasting day Boasting within doores our domestick Sun Adoring it with our Religion We laugh at Fire-briefs now although they be Commended to us by his Majesty And 't is not treason for we cannot guesse That we should pay them for their happinesse Each hand would be a Scevola's let Rome Call that a pleasure hence forth not a doom A Feaver is become a wish we siâ— And think faln angels have a benefit Nor can the thoughts be impious when we see Weather that Booker durst not prophesie Weather may give new Epocha'â— and make Another Since in his bold Almanack Weather may save his doom and by hy his foe Be thought enough for him to undergoe We now think Alabaster true and look A sudden trump should antedate his book For whilst we suffer this we ought not fear The world cannot survive to a fourth year For sure we may conclude weak nature old And
west indians kine for their tallow V. cruel V. Vale. Valley WHere the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks On whole fresh looks the swart star sparely looks Embroidered o'r with quaint ennamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers And purple all the ground with vernall flowers â—ac'd with silver rills Encompass'd round with gently rising hills V. Pleasant Place Valiant Valour Puissance pâ—owesse fortitude chivalty The souldiers vertue the soul of war A man made all of fire Attemptive spirits â—ndaunted high erected spirits The dead quake in their grave to think of them One that dare prop the sun if it should fall Dares grasp the bolt from thunder And through a Canon leap into a town One that dare die next his heart in cold blood That leads the fight and lets no danger passe Without improvement The flâ—nts he treads upon Sparkle with lustre from his arms As if in love with danger That life can sobetly despise Undaunted spirits that encounter those Sad dangers we to fancy scarce propose That deride Pale death and meet with triumph in a tomb Who to pale fear Whispering danger never lent an ear That sells his life dear to his foes Whom dangers do encourage and invite A spirit scorning justest fears As if incapable of fears Who when a foot is mounted upon an high spirit Flying nothing more than the mention of flying The sweetnesse of life cannot so flatter the palate of the soul as make him swallow the bitternesse of an eternall disgrace As the Indian for his gem doth sound the stood He dives for honour in a sea of blood Glazing his valour in a crimson flood A spirit that hath outgrown his years Trampling depressing fears Under his valiant feet sets bravely on The Front of danger 'Twixt whom an fear there 's an antipathy A spirit that durst war against the fates That dare set his naked breast Against the thunder Giving a Majesty to adversity Making time hast it self to be witnesse of their honours and oâ— place witnesse to another of the truth of their doings Men of such prowesse as not to know fear in themselves aâ— yet to teach it others that had to deal with them A courage apt to climb over any danger Observing few complements in matters of arms but such as proâ— anger did indite to him Giving as many wounds as blows as many deaths as wound That can face the murdering Canon When it blows ranks into the air like chaffe A courage that knows not how to fear As full of spirit as the Moneth of May. A spirit of greater confidence Than can admittance give to thoughts of fear Will fight untill his thighs with dares Be almost like a sharp quill'd porcupine Every gash he receives is a grave for him that made it That being angry doth forget He ever heard the nime of death An unaffrighted mind Didaining fortune with his brandisht steell Which smoakt with bloody execution Like Valours minion carved out his passage Bellona's Bridegroom ushrinking spirit So daring that he would Go on upon the gods kisse lightning wrest The engine from the Cyclops and give fire At face of a full cloud Looks like Apollo rais'd to the worlds view The minute after he the Python slew An heart that scorneth danger With a brain Beating for honour Like Eagles his undazzeled eyes Affront the beams that from the steel arise That looks on his enemies with a kind of noble heavinesse no insultation A spirit that to sullen fear Whispering death ne'r lent a gentle ear Like to the Roman Scevola dothstand Bathing in flames his Salamander hand And with a sober scorn doth laugh to see The worst incensed fates can do Amazing death to see with dying pride In her pale chariot him in triumph ride That wear their lives at their swotds point Whose courage out-brave all fear If he do not live to enjoy the honour he purchaseth with his blood he leaves the world his Executor and to it bequeaths the rich inheritance of his memory Ready to disburse his life upon a good occasion Adventuring upon such designs as have no more probability Than is enough to keep them from being impossible That ne'r saw fear but in the face of the enemy Hands of steel and hearts of diamond His valour like the Fairy Arthurs shield Which but disclos'd awak'd the weaker eyes Of proudest foes and won the doubtfull field A God-like courage which no soft delight Can weaken nor the face of death affright A courage us'd to victory as an inheritance Having the Thracian God tied to their swords More than his body was to Vulcans chain A wise well tempered valour Those gyants death and danger Are but his ministers and serve a master More to be feard than they and the blind Goddesse Is led amongst the captives in his triumphs Veins Twining Mâ—anders of the blood The bloods meandting â—â—sterneâ— The purple channels of the blood The pipes of blood The laces of the skin The purple conduit pipes The crimson brooks Fair rivulets which for the food Of living bodies bear the crimson flood To every part within the liver meet And there with kisses numberlesse do greet Themselves and as they through each other glide Make many knots as if they took a pride In their strange foldings and themselves did please In their admired Apostomoses The airy paths Where ruby fairies dance their liquid rounds The chrystal cases of the blood The azure chaines Purple Labyrinth Those saphyr colour'd brooks Which conduit like with curious crooks Sweet Islands make in that fair land The natural gates and allies of the body The bodies purple lanes A zure rivulets Venus The queen of beauty Cyprian Queen Paphian Goddesse Loves fair Empresse The power that rules in love The Cyprian Deity The Queen of all that 's faire Shee that governs chamber sport Mother of love Loves golden arbitresse Cupids beauteous mother Vulcans lovely wife Mars gamesome mistresse The sea born Queene The fair wife of the sooty blacksmith God Loves sportive mother Loves lascivious dame The rosy Queen of love Fair Erycina Great Queen of Paphos and Cythaera's shrine The blushing Queen of love 's Drawn in a chariot by a team of doves â—ut whips her doves and smiling rides away â—e froth-borne goddesse Laughter loving dame Tho Câ—idos and bright Cyclads holds Tho Paphos with pair'd swans doth view That from the Ocean drawes her pedigree Neptunes Neece â—ormed out of Ambergreece Who in her snowie armes The God of rage confines Her whispers are the charmes Which only can divert his fierce designes The pleasant Queen to Paphos thence retires Where stood her temple there an hundred fires Whose fragrant flame Sabaean gums devoures Blâ—ze on as many altars crown'd with flowers Aged Anchysa's sprightly wife Adonis goddesse Aeneas beauteous mother Idalian Queen Samian goddesse Acidalian mother Bright Cythâ—rea Verse v. Poetry Weighty numbers Victorious rime Revenge their masters death and conquer time Soul-raping numbers
where they before had stood Came listning on and every gladsome tree Link't with his neighbour to an unity Whisper their mutual joyes till they had made By their embrace an unexpected shade And all the wing'd musitians of the aire Hid in their branches make a close repaire That by their tunes they might learn how to sing And give a better welcome to the spring Whilst savage beasts that thither too were come Offerd themselves a thankful Hecatombe Though I dare not make title to that tree That growes upon the banks of Castalie Nor on Parnassus top had ever Theam Presented by the Muses in a dream Or with my teeth unbarkt the laurel graffe Yet can I lend the weaker brains a staff For their supportment till their riper wit Shall laugh to see they ever needed it Staffes cannot goe and yet enable him That wants assistance to his feeble limbe He that is lame and cannot move yet may Lie still and point to others out the way Many are dumb and know not how to break Their mind in words yet by mute signes can speak And talk so with their fingers that another May give that language which their dumbnesse smothers Though whetstones cannot cut at all they may Do service and make knives as sharp as they Themselves are blunt and they who cannot ring By jangling may toll better ringers in Candles see nought themselves yet lend a light VVhich in the dark gives others use of sight The height of my ambition and intent Is but to be a luckie instrument For others good and instruments we know Are usefull though themselves can nothing do Accept and use then this my book aspire Vnto the Mountains top blow up that fire VVhich yet is but a spark Prometheus stole From Phebus wheels what burns within your soul Then give it vent let it advance a flame VVhich may secure your and the Poets name From all the malice of invading time And conquer death with your victorious rime And though you may perchance meet some of those That in a Satyr of their dough-bak'd Prose Not able to reach further lash the horse They cannot sit and whil'st they rudely force Their waspish language to disgrace the fount The horse-hoof-made scorning the sacred Mount Too high for them to climb turn horse themselves And kick in vain as waves against the shelves Crushing their froth as dogs disturb the night With fruitlesse howling at fair Cynthia's light Whilst she untroubled still along doth glide More by their barking envy glorifi'd In that bright Carre their snarls cannot impeach As much above their malice as their reach Or like that fox who long with greedy eyes Did on the grapy clusters tantalise And last contents himself to call them sower Which he perceiveth plac'd above his power And these may tell you that the Poets be But the fomenters of of obscenitie Of lust and lewdnesse verse the Devils bait To draw youth on to what they else would hate Be not discourag'd Muses none despise That ever gave the Graces Sacrifice Such Majesty is couch'd in numerous layes They never understood which can dispraise 'T is true some spend their ill-disposed hour Onely the Virgin Muses to deflowr And in loose language make the Graces be Naked beyond the bounds of Modestie Who whilst with shamelesse ribaldry they sing Make Helicon a puddle for a spring Enough to make their reader one would think With blushing change the colour of their ink But must we cause some children idly play And cut their fingers throw our knives away Or cause when once their bellies full they eat No more but toy must we forgoe our meat What if some looser dames to painting fall Shall chaster Matrons have no face at all If some for lust their gaudie garments wear Shall modest Virgins all their cloaths forswear If some by faggots ruine do conspire Must our cold chimney therefore want a fire And shall Lycurgus cut down every vine Because some Thraoians did exceed in wine Shall we all modest pictures quite decline For the lascivious draughts of Aretine If that abuse could take away the right And lawfull use we scarce should use our sight Scripture may be abus'd and best things may By the same argument be cast away Though Caesar banish't Ovid far from Rome He kept Parthenious Virgil still at home All Poets are not vitious some there be Like Cato verse it yet with modesty And won to goodnesse by their verse can show More souls than many prose-Divines can do Crown'd with religious bayes for often those Are chain'd by numbers that contemn loose prose And those whose souls are come so near the gall Of bitternesse as to think stoicall What speaks Religion yet will dare to try The Poets popular Divinity And with a yielding fancy lend an ear To all that by the Poet preach't they hear Many have been which Pulpits did eschew Converted from the Poets reading pew And those that seldome do salute the porch Of Solomon will come to Herberts Church For as that English Lyrick sweetly sings Whilst angels danc'd upon his trembling strings A verse may find him who a Sermon flies And turn delight into a sacrifice Then let the Poet use his lawfull bait To make men swallow what they else would hate Like wise Physicians that their pills infold In sugar paper or the leaves of gold And by a vertuous fraud and honest stealth Cozen unwilling Patients into health Like winter fires that with disdainfull heat The opposition of the cold defeat And in an angry Spleen do burn more fair The more encountered by the frosty air Let your Phebean fires its flame advance Blown by the cold breath of chill ignorance And like Amphion build a lofty rhyme That shall outlast the insolence of time For there is hidden in a Poets name A spell that can command the wings of fame And maugre all oblivions hated birth Begin your immortality on earth And when more spreading titles are forgot And spight of all their lead and searcloth rot You wrapt and shrin'd in your own sheets shall lye As reliques fam'd for all posterity No envious time or age shall ever pierce The better marble of eternal verse Nine Muses can cammand the fatall three And make their baies out-live the Cypresse tree And though they part with breath they cannot die Whose name 's embalm'd in sacred Poesie For such are the proud miracles of verse They make men rise up from their drowsie herse And cause the grave deaths utmost spite but be A larger womb to immortality The Deities above and those below To the learn'd nine auspcious homage ow And they whose heads the lawrel chaplets bear Can charm the gods in either Hemisphere What is' t the Muses javelin cannot pierce When heaven and hell are master'd by a verse The Laurel staffe sway'd by a learned hand Carries more magick than that silver wand Heavens verger waves then that Medea shook When Aeson from the scalding bath she took Hot
Like other creatures only want the gall The birds that bear a rainbow in their neck The feathered emblems of chast love The feathered coursers of the Queen of love Dreams The creatures of the drowsie brain Sleeps airy shapes Her sences keep a festival The fancies revels The fantasies of night The slattering visions The sweet oftence of erring fancy The fancies Chaoâ— The fancies poetry Delighted fancies play Shape feigning Morphâ—us in the dead of night Sent from the King of rest with speedy flight Presents c. As ominous as was Calphurnia's dream The night before her Caesar dyed Prophetick fancy Fair sanguine dreams that seeâ— to chear the night With beauteous shipes and rosie wings Such Caesar had before the day He conquer'd Pompey in Phaâ—salia With strange â—ormes and shadowes ominous Did my last sleep my greedy soul entertain The smoaky clouds of sleep Sleepes shadowie operations The images presenting day desires Rest-disturbing fancieâ— The sleepy brood hatcht by the wings of night Confused shewes thrown from sleeps horny wand A ghastly dream that did last night surprize The frighted fancy The mocking of unquiet â—lumbers Black illusions of the night Chrystal visions The maygame of the shaping fancy The fancies wardrobe rifled thrown on heaps Drink Drunkard With generous wines they chear Their heightned spirits Empty the bowles of wine and brains of wit One that will be a man to morrow morning One heele trips up the other Makes indentures as he goes A blind man with eyes and a cripple with legs on A speaking tost A living sponge Soused in liquor Drunkenness Audacious thief that oft before ones face Steals man away and leaves a beast in place One outlawd by himself all kind of ill Did with his liquor sâ—ide into his veins That â—orfeits man and doth dâ—vest All worldly right save what he hath by beast The soul eclypst The raving fancy Puffing his cheeks blearing his curious eye Studding his nose with vitious heraldry While pearls and rubies doth his wine disclose He makes his purse poor to enrich his nose So far drowned in dâ—ink he needs the Crowner to sit on him That hates nothing more than an unfill'd can Twenty of the dogs dayes rain in his nose All about him are under the line His nose in the cup in winter saves the labour of a tost And is enough to give his drink a second brewing With bowles so full At once they fill their bladders and their skull That to no seat confine Their wounding feet Drought v. Famine Thirst A fiery thirst Sups up the vital humour and doth dry Their beauties up into Anatomy Leaving not so much moisture that they may Use their throats for complaint Each bears an Aerna in his thirsty breast They all complain yet rests not any where So much of moisture as to make a tear They drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle That beasts would cough at To Drown Drowned So headlong Ino with the load she bears Fell and the sparkling waves did fall in tears Struck down by Neptunes trident To make themselves a shipwrack Dying in water to revive in fire VVhom Tnetis in her silver bosome took That fiâ—d their tombe and watry grave VVithin the silver bosome of a wave To whom rude tempests â—ave Made an unhappy and inglorious grave The waves that were above when as she fell For fear flew back again into their well Doubting ensuing times would on them frown That they so rare a beauty helpt to drown Her fall in grief did make the stream so roare That sullen murmurings fill'd all the shore A jewel never sent To be possest by one sole element Let 's drown him once again within our tears Entomb'd within the watry main The saphyre-visag'd God grew proud Imagining that Ganymed displeas'd Had left the heavens therefoâ—e he on him seas'd VVhom swelling waters do embalme Neptune for ever do bewaile his death And all the Nimphs tear off their sea-green haire Drumme The tongue of war mocking the loud-mouthed thunder The clamorous harbenger of blood and death VVhose doubtful musick doth delight The willing ear and the unwilling fright A sound whose concord makes a jarre ' Tâ—s noyse in peace though harmony in war Dust. The batter'd center flew In clouds of dust rais'd from the horses hoofes That beat a thunder from the groaning earth Clouds of dust did flie As great as Thracian whirle-winds blow about Ore the skies face and put daies bright eye out The mounted dust like smoak obscur'd the skies The swartish clouds of dust did sute their arms in gray As if the emulous earth meant to have Clouds as well as the aire The naked wind appareld her self in dust The Aire is choakt with dust Dwarf Natures Epitomy manual Compendium Enchyridion Natures lesser volumes short-hand Decimo sexto Man in the Print of Amsterdam A walking thumb Whose voice more than his stature can Tels us that he is a man Jack of the clock-house A thrum of man Dandiprat Hop-on my thumb Who when he stands on tiptoes seems to sit Pigmie E. Eagle THe Bird that bears Joves awful lightning in her golden fears Joves fowle that in her talons bears Impetuous thunder Joves winged Armour-bearer Joves feathered squire The imperial Airie peoples King That cleaves the Clouds and bravely bold doth think With firmer eyes to make the suns eye wink That dares the brightest Radiance of the sun The biâ—d that fixtly can oppose her eyes Against the proudest light in all the Skies The princely bird that through the azure Skies At Joves command with fiery lightning flies Of all the winged crew ordaind the head For faithful service in his Ganymed The birds that change their aged plume And a new age with newer wings resume Ear. The fleshie laborinth The mazie holes The bodies scouts The Ecchoes winding mazes The watchful sentinels Hearing Portals The crooked narrow allies The winding entries The portâ—ls that let in the sounds Insatiate concave In whose incirclets if you gaze Your eyes may tread a lovers maze The tippe no jewel needs to weare The tippe is Natures-Jewel there The winding rounds That give an enterâ—ainment to the sounds The hearing Organes that drum unto the soul To give ear v. Attend. To lend a listning ear a yielding ear obedient ear With glad allowance gave his counsel ear To grace with glad attention To lend soft audience To give no ear He hears me so as rocks the roaring waves That beat their brows As the tempestuous seas the hopeless Mariner Earth The worlds great pedestial Our globy Grandame The Skie encompast Globe The â—olid center The center of the vast circumference The flowry mantled stage The lower Globe The fruitful surface of the pregnant soil Enricht by the labourious plow-mans toyl The solid Globe ballanc't in weightless Airâ— Earth-quake The ague of the earth Earths grumbling fitâ— The center pants with sudden throweâ— The trembling earth a sad distemper showes The feavourous earth did shake The aguish earth trembles in
half and leaves the rest in holes The Tyrant that compells the mother To kill one hungry child to save another Famine in their dry entralls takes her seat What nature most abhorres enforc'd to eat The infant trembles at his fathers knife The babe re-enters her who gave it life The lively form of death Still yawning wide with loathsome stinking breath With hollow eys with meager cheeks and chin With sharp lean bones piercing the sable skin Some mince their papers will in parchment writ V. Dubarta's Furies And so devour their bitthright at a bit Fancy The roving pregnant busie teeming sence The souls mint The forge of shapes and dreams Commanding Empress of the brain ubiquitary faculty The immateriall Coyner That makes a bodilesse Creation Bounldâ—sse restlesse faculty free from all engagements diggâ— without spade sails without Ships Flies without wings builds without charges fights without bloodshed in a moment striding from the Center to the circumference of the world by a kind of omnipotency creating and annihilating things in a moment and marryng things divorced in nature Fantastick Gallant Something more than the shape of a man The chief burden of his brain is the carriage of his body anâ— the setting of his face in good frame which he perfoâ—ms the better because he is not disjointed with other Meditations He hath staid in the world to fill a number and when he 's gone there wants one and there 's an end In the speculation of his good parts his eys like a drunkard â—es all all double and his fancy like an old mans spectacles makes great Letter in a small print He conceives mens thoughts very idle that is onely busie about â—im Both his Inprimis and his Item are his cloaths A pretty â—iece of finicall ignorance or a fool without his motley coat Such a man as his Tailour pleaseth to make him That puts away most of his jugement about the situation of his â—loaths His cloachs are sacrified Going with such a noise as if his body were the wheel-barrow 〈◊〉 carry his rumbling judgement His whole body goes all upon skrews and his face is the vice that moves them His glittering cloaths shew like the sunshine in a puddle Who now and then breaks a dâ—ie bisket jâ—st Which that it may more easily be chewed He steeps in his own laughter With a brain lighter than his feather Like an empty bottle and his head the cork to stop it His skin is tanned in sivet Walking as if he had a suit of wainscot All his behaviours are printed A marmoset made all of cloaths and face One that weighs His breath between his teeth and dares not smile Beyond a point for fear â— ' unstarch hâ—s look A fellow so utterly nothing that he knows not what he would be That would rather have the whole Common-wealth troubled than an hair out of order about him Ever in the slavery of Ceremonie and Complements A man consisting of a pickedevant and two mustachoes and utterly to defeat him there needs but three clippes of a pair of câ—zzars A barren brain in fertle hair A speaking Butterflie Sober drunkards Fastidious Brisk wise onely by inheritance who while he proudly wears A silver hilted rapier by his side Endures the lies and knocks about the ears Whilst in his sheath the sleeping sword doth bide Wears gaudy clothes And fills up his imperfect speech with oaths That hath a Bedsam fancy all whose conceits are anticks The cares of men having little else of them but speech and laughter using the preface of a mile to bring in a furlong of matter That speaks his mind in fustian eloquence Forced affected phrase and strained discourse Whose language is astonishing bumbast till men understand him they are scard with it Wits in jest fools in earnest There is a confederacy between him and his cloaths to make a puppet A man In whom the Tailours forming art And nimble barber claime more part Than nature her self can Fat A whale with a tunne of oil in his belly A mountain of Mummy That wears Shrove Tuesday in his cheâ—ks If he lives till dooms-day he'â— burn a weâ—k longer than the whole world A face like a Sarazens Mountain of flesh Walking barrell That cannot see his own knee Voluminous body Cloak bag of guts a load of guts Luxury swells in his eyes And his fat belly loads his yielding thighes Fate Those lasting leaves Whose smallest character is never altered The doom Spun on the fatall sisters sable loom Clotho's book The Canons of eternall date The Consistory of the stars Entred the book of unavoided fate Enroll'd in heavens brasse leaves The privy Councell of the heavens and planets The Adamantine book The Commissary of God That hath mark'd out a path and period For every thing Knot of all causes whose changelesse brow Ne'r smiles not frowns The brazen Laws The ancient sisters adamantine doom Decrees that needs must passe Writ in huge folds of solid steel and brasse With Adamantine pens Heavens consistoriall Decree A more unchanged law Than any Mede or Persian ever saw Etâ—rnal unresisted orders of the Gods Fates v. Destinies Favourite Aâ—omes that dance within the gilded raies That kings shoot out Aspiring souls who grow but in the spring Porc'r by the warmth of some indulgent king Their fair leaves spread But as the marigold to the suns eye And in themselves their pride lies buried For at a frown they in their glory die Fear Fearful As if all his blood turnd whey Crest-falâ—'n Blood-shaken Bach'd in a câ—ld quick silver sweat So fear'd young Proserpine rapt in the coach Of the infernal king A chill fear Shook all his powers So old Aegeus shak'c When he the poâ—soned cup to Theseus gave Presaging fears her quite did confound A chill cold sweat Bath'd all my limbs Drown'd in fear With such a fear flies the aire-piercing dove A chilling fear surprizeth all his joynts Feâ—r the underminer of all determinations Making abortive answers Then cold amazements stiffened up his haire Congealed blood usurpt their trembling hearts and left a faintnesse in their feeble parts Who trembling out distractful language speak Fear the ague palsie of the soul tempest of the mind A chilling ice shivers through every limbe My blood shrinks back into my veins And my affrighted hairs are turn'd to bristles My eyes creep back into their cells As if they seem'd to wish for thicker darknesse Than either night or death to cover them His soul melts within him A chilling sweat ore-â—uns my trembling joynts My seated heart knocks at my ribs against the use of nature Distill'd almost to jelly Haâ—rowes the soul and makes the eyes start from their sphears The haire stands on end Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine The bedded haire like life in excrements Start up and stand an end A freezing sweat Flowes through at all my pores The knees are mutual anviles A breathlesse man prickt on by winged fear With staring eyes distracted hear and there Lâ—ke
shore An heap of bodies shipwrackt on the sea I write and having written I destroy Because my lines have bounds but not my joy So joyes the Pilot that hath scap't a grave In the swell'd bosome of an angry wave And after all his shipwrack't hopes at last Doth in that port his joyful anchour cast Which hath occasioned many pious aires And been the subject of his serious praiers Can fate present What after this I can call discontent More proud am I of this than Phaeton When Phoebus flaming chariot he did guide Before he knew the danger coming on Or else than Jason when from Colchos he Returned with the fleeces victory Then on his neck shedding a shower of joy That ten-years travell'd Greek return'd from sea Nere joyd so much to see his Ithaca Pouring himself into embracements Loosing himself in Labyrinths of joy So joy'd Andromeda freed from her chaines And the grim monster His breast scarce holds his joyes whose fancy works On golden wonders I know not whether I then was more compos'd of joy or joy of me for I seemed not merty but mirth it self As glad as was the wandering youth of Greece When he from Colchos brought the golden fleece Like sea-men that descry the land at last For whose glad sight they get the hatches under And to the Ocean tell their joyes in thunder Shaking those barnackles into the sea At once that in the wombe and cradle lay As Nymphs and Shepheards when the timbrell rings Or crooked Dolphin when the saylour sings Whose joy and mirth Transcends the united pleasures of the earth What angels tongue can let The world conceive our pleasures when we met Who could have seen how that kind Roman dame Orecome with joy did yeild her latest breath Her son returning laden with such fame When thankful Rome had mourned for his death Might have beheld her personated right When I approached to sight Like as a man whose hourely wants implore Each meals relief trudging from doore to doore That hears no dialect from churlish lips But newes of Beadles and their torruring whips Takes up perchance some unexpected treasure New-lost departs and joyful beyond measure Is so transported that he scarce believes So great a truth and what his eye perceives Not daring trust fearing it is some vision Or flâ—ttering dream deserving but derision I am too narrow to contain my joy The Merchant when he plowes the angry seas And sees the mounting billowes fall upon him As if all elements and all their anger Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction Shall not with greater joy embrace his safety My joy cannot shew it self modest enough without the badge of bitternesse my tears My plenteous joyes Wanton in fulnesse seeke to hide themselves In drops of sorrow Imparadis'd An extasie of joy Drunken with joy Ready to leap out of their skin Glove Whose fine proportion showed well what a dainty guest was wont to be lodged therein The hands sheath Glutton v. Voluptuous That dis-people all the elements to please their palates That impoverish seas And aire dispeople their proud tast to please That greedy tyrant to obey Who varies still his tribute with the day His health by surfets forfeiting Veâ—st only in the kitchen Alchimy Philosophy To tire their glutted appetite Chain'd by the teeth unto their meat and drink Digging his own grave with his teeth Witty and ambitious appetite Three elements at least dispeopled be To satisfie judicious gluttony Nice palates Knowing stomachs That never fast but presently after dinner The whole world is his confectionary Banquet beagles That wears his brains in his belly That cannot judge the controverted câ—se Twixt meat and mouth without the bribe of sauce That gull the seas Their witty appetite to please That eat The heads of parâ—ets tongues of nightingales The brains of peacocks and of ostriches And could they get the Phoenix Though nature lost her kind she were their dish Apicius Geta Galba Vitellius Heliogabalus Sybarites Abderites Sardanapalus Goates The bearded heard The wanton flocks The bleating flocks Which powle the steepest mountains motly rocks God Almighty essence arbiter of fate Who wisely governs what he did create Whose unresisted hands do tear The clouds with dreadful thunder The great Disposer The gâ—eat director of the rolling stars Emperour of Angells King of stars The great Creatour To whom nothing's so great as to resist nothing so smal as to be contemned The first and last of things Whose great arme spans the East and West And tacks the center to the sphear The great Three-one That sees the secret chambers of the heart And with his knowledge can prevent our thoughts Goodnesse's eternal fountain Searcher of the heart The spirit that all the world maintains And the poiz'd earth in empty aire susteins Great self-subsisting nature One accent of whose breath hath power To ruine heaven and earth and in an houre To build a thousond more The worlds great Architect That his mansion hath on high Above the reach of mortal eye All living creatures that doth feed And with full hand supply their need That with his miracles doth make Amazed heaven and earth to shake That by his all commanding might Did fill the new-made world with light Gods Eternal beings Awfull powers Immortal essences Heavâ—nly dwellers The blest Celestials The deathlesse powers Heaven imbowred Gods That on immortal thrones reside Heavens tenants that in heavenly Halls Haveblest abodes Ever-being states The heavenly housed powers Skie-thron'd powers Heaven-housed states Deities Immortal Synod of the glorious skie That do the fates eternal courses know And tell of things to come That have the power To trouble or compose all things below their bower The powers that never vary state Immorral guests Which with Ambrosia and Nectar feast Great Berecynthia's deathlesse prâ—geny To Go up and down To keep their pathes To apply their steps To taske their steps to To divide their nimble paces To taske the feet Direct the steps Gold Pretious dirt Fairer dunghill Mechanick trash Jove knew thee when he courted Danaae And Cupid wears thee on that arrowes head That still prevailes On Ida once the Martial maid Venus and Juno did to mortal eyes Naked for thee their sacred bodies show The bait of avarice The glittering oare India's rich bowels Tagus Pactolus sands The misers God The general charme Bright son of Sol much brighter than his father The golden ore That lies on Tagus or Pactolus shore That pure sand The Indians find upon Hydaspes strand The golden apples of the Hesperides The golden fleece The Golden number Golden rule Bills of this metal slackt At'lanta's pace And on the amorous youth bestow'd the race Venus the Nimphs mind measuring by her own Whom the rich spoiles of cities overthrown Had prostrated to Mars could well advise Th' adventurous lover how to gain the prize Nor lesse may Jupiter to gold 〈…〉 For when he turn'd himselfe in 〈…〉 Who can blame Danaaeor the bâ—â—â—en tower That they withstood not th'
daies of Jove Tâ—e simple world was all compos'd of love V. Britannia's Pastorals Lib. 2. Song 3. Boet. Matam lib. 2. Met. 5. Juvenal Sat. 6. Tibullus Lib. 1. Eclog. 3. Goodly Like a ship in her full trim Portly Stately Mooving in state Like the sayling swan Mooving with a portly grace Gorgon Medusa's snaky head which who looks on Is strait congealed to a sencelesle stone On whom Minerva her due vengeance takes In turning of her radiant haires to snakes For her unlawful pleasures in her fane From whose hot blood when her bold Perseus slew Thence Pegasus and thence Chrysaor flew Under the frosty Atlas clâ—ffie side Grape The juicie burden of the vine The spicie clusters of the vine The juicie vines attire The purple pendants of the vine The dangling jewels of the clustered vine The swelling clusters great with child of Bacchus Giving the eyes a pleasant tast Before they give the mouth repast Grasse The mountains motley lock The green plush of the plains The enameli'd vallies flowrie fleece The chequered vesture of the Meads Dressing the vallies in their shaggie freeze The tufted mantle of the fields The earths green Summer gown Grave v. Stoick Sâ—ldome he smiles and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing That looks with such Majestick grace ' As if he sway'd an Empire in his face The Grave Tomb Urn shrine monument shrowd vault charnel Last home The cold bed The common Inne The harder Lodging of mortality deep Goal of Death The chaâ—itable honouâ— The everlasting bed Which makes no changing of the Sheets Earths dark bosome Deaths cold embers Deaths melancholy dungeon Caves of death The cabinet where is laid the pawn for the Souls re-turn The bed of clay The wormie bed Deaths publick tiring house where all men must Measure their cold proportion in the dust That locketh up our scattered dust That she must audit upon trust That quiet closet of content The childs portion our common mother bequeaths her children Dusty confinement of the body That dusty bed Where unfelt worms are all the fleas are bred â—ithin whose dusty Territories plowmen are full Compeers to Kâ—ngs where the spade may challenge precedence â—f the Scepter and where the mitre may not contest with the â—â—â—tock There where the weary from their labours rest Nor pisoners there inforced by torments cry 〈◊〉 fearlesse by their old tormentors lie â—he mean and great on equall basis stand No servants there obey nor Lords command Where all in silence mourn From whose dark shores no travellers return A Land where death confusion endlesse night And horrour reign where darknesse is their light Great Of the Gigantick Size The Folio of nature or of art Natures text-hand Natures great capital letters Of vast proportion Large Dimensions Grief v. Melancholy That froward Scholler in Arithmetick Who doth Division and Substraction flie And onely learns to adde and multiply Beauties moth cancker Daughter of care and misery Souls-afflicting vineger To Grieve v. Mourn Lament Groan v. Sigh The end of this gave life unto a groan As if her life and it had been but one Sad symptome of oppressing misery Wounding the pitying air Grove v. Dark Silent VVood. All husht and silent as the mid of night Birds that compassion from the rocks could bring Had onely license in that place to sing Whose dolefull notes the melancholy Cat Close in an hollow tree sat wondring at Trees nod their curled heads as they would be The judges to approve their melodie Where Fairies danc'd and Shepherds quills In sweet contention past the tedious day Dark silent grovâ— profan'd by no unholy love Where witty melancholy ne'r Did carve the trees or wound the air Where nought except a solitary spring Was ever heard to which the Nymphs did sing Narcissus obsequies The scattered grove Leads winter shelters and gives summer bowers As with the flood in courtesie it strove And by repulsing the sharp Northern showers Courts the proud Castle who by turning to her Smiles to behold the wanton wood nymph wooe her A bushie grove pricking the lookers eye Where every morn a quire of Sylvans song And leavs to chattering winds serv'd as a tongue By which the water turns in many a ring As if it fain would stay to hear them sing And on the top a thousand young birds flie To be instructed in their harmonie Gâ—ilty v. Blush Whose guiltinesse betraying blushes speak That makes his fault legible in his cheeks His trembling lips and his disjointed word Attainted breast The conscious thoughts Gyant Sighing out clouds of breath From his great yawning nostrils the earths bold sons A moving rock a walking stalking tower Great stones he flung Like quarries by a warlick engine slung A walking Aetna natures great Folio A stalking mast Natures text-hand Natures whole cloth He that saw him goe Would think some steeple reeled to and fro When the dreadfull monster stir'd His massie limbs beneath his feet hee reaâ—'d A cloud of dust and wheresoe'r he went Flight fear and death his ghastly steps attend That swears by great Mahoon moving mount of flesh Corflambo Garuganâ—uâ— Colbrand Brandamart Typhoeus Antiphaâ—es Polyphemus Brontes Steropes Pyracmâ—n The serpent footed issue that durst invade And would on heaven their hundred hands have laid Tirans Mimas Porphyrian Enceladius Rhaetus â—reat sons of earth Of large dimensions The great hill-lifters Gunnes Engins whose rude throats The immortall Joves great thunder counterfeit The weighty circumstance of glorious war â—iâ—ick thunder â—pes of thunder Whose vast throats disgorge And with loud thunder belch their angry language Vomiting out digested into flame What was but dust cramm'd in Cowardly cruelty That date not speak nor do but at a distance H. Hair THE heads native ornament Natures shadow Locks like streams of liquid amber Smoothly dangling seem'd to spread Curtains fit for beautes chamber Hangings fit for beauties bed Of which slender golden sleave Love his wanton nets did weave The strings of Cupids bow Venus trammells Sleavy Amber Cupids sleavy chains Insnaring nets like to the rayes Wherewith the sun doth diaper the seas Had fair Arachne wrought her hair When she for skill with Pallas did compare Minerva's work had never been esteeem'd The silken fringes of the head Her hair was rold in many a curious fret Like to a rich and artfull Coronet Upon whose arches twenty cupids lay And were or tied or loath to flie about Such hair As those that lay their tresses to the Sun View hers and see if theirs be not agreeing To roll them up as scarcely worth the seeing Her tresses far more fair Would shew in heaven then Berecynthians hair Her plenteous hair in curled billows swims On her bright shoulders and harmonious limbs The flaxen wealth of nauture The dangling curls The bounteous treasure of her hair Whose dangling tresses if they had been shorn Yet never cut and unto Colchas born They had allur'd the
airy hunter The insulting tyrant of the aire The airy pyrate Rover. Head Crest sommet globe of wonder That doth contain All sence and fountain of all sence the brain Health My pulse beats musick and my lively blood Danceth an healthful measure Whose brow no wrinkle bears Whose cheeks no palenesse in whose eyes no tears But like a child shee 's pleasant quick and plump She seems to fly to skip to dance and jump And lifes bright brand in her white hand doth shine The Arabians bird rare plumage platâ—ed fine Serves her for surcoate and her seemly train Mirth exercise and temperance sustein Whose humours in sweet temper ly With undisturbed harmony The humours calme Hear To salute the ear To be presented to the ear To strike to beat the ear To entertain the attentive ear To glad the ear To wound to stab the ear Hearken v. Attend. To grace with attention To lend a willing yeilding ear To lend soft audience Afford the speakers tongue an ear Heart The busie furnace The spring of heat and life The anvile on which all the thoughts do beat The bodies sun The seat of passions The soules throne The minthouse of affections Heat Hot. The suns offensive rage Hot as the scalding ray Which Phoebus darts when he divides the day Into its equal halfes Hot as the torrid zone Burning with a calenture So hor was the Tyrinthian when he wore The poison'd shirt washt in the Centaures gore So burning Phaeton when he did drive The flaming chariot My bulke to Aetna turnes And all her flames pent in my bosome burne I dare that fire it self for heat provoke That chambers in the skie Like flames of burning sulphur Acheron Phlcgethon Hot as a burning feaver As Perillus bull Seething boyling soultry stewing baking brewing frying roasting broyling parching scorching burning flaming chased smoaking sweating reeking glowing findging scalding Hot as the flaming furnace Heaven The Olympick Hall Joves white hall The starty vault The stately palace of the Gods The spangled canopy The airy battlements Star-spotted-spangled-powdered-checkered-embroyderered curtains carpets books The azure circle Upper loft Christal map The highest chamber story gallery The glistering circles of the skie The rolling globe The Chrystal sphears arches The azure tester trimm'd with golden sparks The starry seeling The rich pavillion of the Gods The Chrystal rafters of the skie The vast extensious of the skie The blew rafters of the spangled skies The spangled mansion of the stars Heavens gilt azure cope Joves high turrets The glorious roofe the star-enamelled vault The starry court of Jove The vault of stars The starry round Heavens shining bauldrick The azure-spangled regions The Christal throne The starry round That house of purer bodies tenanted The rapid orbes that bear The changing seasons of the year On their swift wings Silver chime Moving with melodious time The silver pages of that book Where stars are golden letters Glory's magazin Starry towers Celestial bowers Saphire rafters of the skies The whirling poles That dance their daily galiard Majestick roofe fretred with golden fire Harmonious orbes that roul In restlesse gyres about the Artick pole Hector Andromache's stout husband Priams tall son Priams valiant son The Grecians hate and fear Till he that was their fear became their scorne And slain was by Aeâ—onian horses torne Hecuba Priams sad wife Hectors unhappy mother Great Dima's daughter Priams fruitful wife That gave the all illustrious Hector life That scratcht out Polymnestors eyes Buried with stones upon her flung Yet first reveng'd with curses of her tongue Whom raging grief converted to a bitch Ulysses scorned lot Unhappy Queen VVhich after she so much of joy had seen Had life by fates unkindest kindnesse lent To see her daughters impious ravishment Her sons untimely fate her husband die And roll'd in blood before Joves altar lie Polyxena dear issue of her wombe A sacrifice upon Achilles tombe And which was worse than all shee saw before The livelesse corps of her young Polydore Helen v. Beautifull The beauty of whose cheeks Brought against Troy the army of the Greeks Paris unhappy bride Leda's fair daughter That charming beauty free from tainting spot Worthy of Jove if not by Jove begot The twin-brothers pride Hell Sad Averno's strand The depths to heaven-oppos'd Pluto's sad monarchy The shady coast Pluto's wide-door'd house The damned dismal mansion The darksome plashie lake of Acheron The silent deeps And horrid shades where sorrow never sleepes Pluto's pale kingdome Dungeon Blind caves of Dis. The gloomy dwellings of the damned spirits Where Demogorgon's in dull darknesse pent Where hideous Chaos keepes Pluto's grizly band A land where death confusion endlesse night And horrour reign where darnesse is their light The infern I vault The dolorous mansion Where Styx the old grandame of the Gods doth lie That dungeon where the damned souls are shut The pooles of scalding oyle and sulphure The burning wheele turned round in flames In burning beds of steele the damned lie Where Sâ—syphus his restlesse torments rolls Roasted in sulphure And washt in deep vast gulphs of liquid fire The black empire The ugly baleful bower The loathsome kingdom Pâ—uto's empty regiment Tâ—'accurst aboades monsions The gloomy empire of th' infernal king The unamiable realm The realms to day unknown The dreadful house of Austere Pluto Where Tantalus doth ever dread The falling stone that hangs upon his head There are those youthful sisters which in vain Powre water still into that fatal tun Which is as empty as when they begun There Centaures there the hissing Hydra stands Scylla Briarius with his hundred hands Fire-arm'd Chymera's Harpies full of rape Snaky hair'd Gorgons Gerions triple shape There all the furies daughters to old night Implacable and hating all delight Before the adamantine doors do sit And there with combes their snakie curles unknit The dungeon of the damned this is nam'd Here Tityus for attempted rape defam'd Hath his vast body on nine acres spread And on his heart a greedy vulture fed Ixion turn'd upon a restlesse wheele With giddy head pursues his flying heele v. Stix Cocitus Phlegethon Acheron Ixion Tityus Belides Tantalus Geryon Cerberus Furies Pluto Proserpine Helmet Nodding a terrour to the foe with plumed crests The plumed caske The Souldiers warlick maske The shining caske The armed heads defence Hercules The bold Tyrinthian Hero He who bears the dreadful club Whom twice six labours deified Proud Alâ—mena's son Fair Alâ—mena's son Joves great laborious son That wore the fatal shirt VVhite-anckled Hebe's spouse VVhose shoulders did sustein The world nor shrunk beneath so great a fraught To strangle serpents was his cradle sport VVho when he saw the Thracian horses feast VVith humane flesh their mangers overthrew And with the steeds their wicked master slew Joves cruel wife was sooner weary to impose Than he was to performe VVhose garment that he wrapt his body in VVas glorious spoiles the Nemean Lyons skin The injur'd worlds revenger and his own First he the grim Cleonian Lyon
in the air with horrid force Prodâ—gious events Presaging signs Portents of dire calamity and woe Affrighting voices in the air were heard The Sun himself in threatning forms appear'd Sometimes as if he wept his glorious head With a blue Rainbow round environed Sâ—metimes quite dimm'd as if he fled the sight Of men and meant to make eternal night The windie spirits through earths torn caverns break â—oâ—ds change their courses beasts ' gainst nature speak The air that night was fill'd with dismal groans And people oft awaked with the howls Of wolves and fatal dogs ill boding owls Night jaâ—s and ravens with wide sttetched throats From yews and hollies send their balefull notes The shrieches wailings and all cries were heard Of every fatal and affrighting bird Oracle Where the cleft ground inspires Oraculous truth The gaping earth exhales Prophetick winds Tripodes keepers of fate A voice so shrill As all the caves capacious throat might fill The lawrel falls from â—â—thia's frighted hair The god possest With a full spirit her inspired breast Her hair upright throws down The sacred ornaments and Phoebus crown Her neck turns wildly round and down she throws All Tripodes she meets with as she goes And with an inward fire she burns To crave the Oracles advise To the undoubted Oracle resort The Delphian Phoebus did possesse In killing rage his wretched Prophetesse Making sad death the punishment and hire Of the poor soul his fury did inspire An hideous voyce Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving A nightly trance or breathed spel Inspires his pale â—y'd Priest from the Prophetick cell V. Mays Contiuation of Lucan Lib. Oratour v. Eloquent Orgies Treading a frantick round Bacchus mad Trieterick The time in wild disguise Scythonian matrons use to solemnize Lyaeus three years feast The Bacchides their leavie javelins wave Woemen with men the base and nobler sort Together to those unknown â—ites resort On high Cyâ—haerons sacred top which rings With frantâ—ck songs and shrill voic'd Bacchaualls In Libers câ—lebrated Fâ—stivalls Now on Edonian Pangaeus they tread Now on the Thracian Pâ—ndus lofty head Their â—oins a sacred Pâ—nthers skin â—evests With râ—ffled hair the maâ—â—ons hide their brests And brandish leavie javelins lightly born The Priest proclaims a solemn feast The Dames and Maids from usuall labour rest Wrapped in skins their hair-laces unbound And dangling tresses with wild lvy crown'd They leavie spears assume High Rhodope with Timbrels rings Vines shade their brows the rough hide of a Dear Shog at their sides their shoulders bear a spear Orpheus The Thracian haâ—per The Thracian singer that once with his Lyre Taught the deaf stones to hear him and admire When Thracian Orpheus toâ—k His Lyre and genâ—lly on it stâ—ook The learned stones came dancing all along And kept time to his charming song With artificiall pace the warlâ—ck Pine Th' Elm and his wife th' lvy Twine With all the better trees which erst had stood Unmov'd forsook their native wood The Lâ—wrell to the Poets hands did bow Craving the honour of his brow And every loving arm embrac'd and made With their officious leaves a shade The beasts too strove his auditors to be Forgetting their old tyrannie The fearfull Hart next to the Lion came And Wolf was shepherd to the Lamb Nightingales harmlesse Syrens of the air And Muses of the place were there Who when their little wâ—nd-pipes they had found Unnequal to so strange a sound O'rcome by grief and art they did expire And fell upon the conquering Lyre The gods interpreter who sung so well As by his songs to bring his wife from hell For while he sung and struck the quavering strings The bloodlesse shadows wept nor flattering springs Tempt Tantalus Ixions wheel stood still Their Urn the Belides no longer fill The vultures feed noâ— Tityus left to grone And Sâ—syphus sate lâ—stning on his stone The Furies vanquish'd by his verse were seen To weep that never wept before hells Queen And King of darknesse yield to his powerfull plea V. Ovids Metam Lib. 10. Ovid. The Roman Oâ—pheus Hâ—mer That smooth'd old Poets with his fluent vein And taught the new a far more numerous strain T is doubtfull whether he whom Sulmo bâ—re The world commanding Tyber honoured more Than his â—oul exile thâ—e defam'd O Rome The paâ—teâ—s Poer From times first birth that chants the change of things The flames of love in Elegiack sings With câ—rses doubtfull Ibâ—s he insnares Epistles dictares fraught with lovers cares In swanlike tunes deplores his sad exile His verse the Roman festivals compile Of fishes sings unknown to Laâ—ine â—â—rs Computes the stars that glide in heavenly sphears His paper fills with Epigrammick times The tragick Stage in high coâ—hurnals climbs Whips Poetasters that abuse the times Loves Antomedon Master of the art of love Pelignian glory Sulmo's great renown Whose picture in the dayes of old The Roman Ladies wore in rings of gold Owl Minerva's sacred bird Nictymene which masks her shame in night About her all the winged troops prepare And with invectives chace her through the air Nights fatal bird labouring a loathed note The Shrieking Harbenger of death That roosts all day within an Ivie tod Or in the Sea-â—liffes or the dampie caves In Charnel-houses or amongst the graves The broad fac'd Quiâ—ister of night The bird of night and shame The fatal Bell-man that gives the stern good-night The sad companion of the night Night wandring bird Palla's howling bird P. To paint the Face To counterseit the seal of nature That prank old wrinckles up in new atâ—ire To alter natures course prove time a lyar Abusing fate and heavens just doom reverse On beauties grave to set a crimson herse With a deceitfull foil to lay a ground To make a glasse to seem a Diamond That paint their perboil'd faces And seek by greater shames To cover their dâ—sgraces A varnish'd countenance That wear a fairer mask A horse might mire upon their face A face as full of lies As Gypsies or the running Lotteries She reads over her face every morning and sometimes blots out white and writes red The face Phyâ—itians Which desire To scorch their lovers hearts with painted fire â—ygmalions statues in true flesh and blood And with the signe of beauty feed the fire Pale â—s if all his blood turn'd whey From her clear face the sprightly vigour fled Her affrighted blood Forsakes her cheeks Pale fear repells the blood And the uncuâ—led haire like bristles stood So Piramus grew pale When he mist This be saw the bloody vaile â—oxe was not paler than her changed look And like the lightly breath'd on sea she shook So pale was Thisbe when she softly rears Her Pyramus and fills his wounds with tears A chill cold checks her blood Death looks lesse pale An inward cold Shot through her bones her changing face appearâ— As pale as boxe bedewed with her tears Blood from her visage fled usurpt by palenesse As he that bare-foote treads a way
bend the grasse Swim Pace with the native stream the fish do keepe To move the bodies oares Himself the oares The pilot and the boat To bâ—est the surge and row himselfe With his own armes Himself the ship and wares Bâ—ffâ—t the stream with lusty sinewes Swine Tusked swine That foe unto the corn and vine The bristle-bearing beast The beast that first taught mortalls how To rip the earth with shared plough That with such pleasure can desire To wallow in the durt and mire The nasty cattle which the Jew With so much hatred did pursue The beast which lovely Venus hates Remembring her Adonis fate And Bacchus from them doth decline As the destroyers of his vine Sword A Millain hilt Damasco blade Toledo As good a sword as ever rid on Gentlemans thigh Imprisoned weapon Morglay Excalibur Durindana Swound Then grief contracts the soule a sodain night Invades the sence and reaves the eyes of light The nerve forsaken joynts all faile cold ice Freezeth the heart with hope of death she lies Deceiv'd Souls eclypse Extasie Counterfeit of death Syrens Those impes that with their charms Woo'd wise Ulysses to his harmes The rude sea growes civill at their song And ravisht stars shoot madly from their sphears To hear their musick Great Theâ—is train That on the shores do plain And trammell up their sea-green haire Acheloides Those deathlesse powers Were with the Goddesse when she gather'd flowers Whom when through all the earth they sought in vaiâ— They wish for wings to fly upon the main That pathlesse seas might testifie their care The easie Gods consented to their praier Strait golden feathers on their backs appear But least that musick fram'd t' â—nchant the ear And so great gifts of speech should be prophand Their virgin lookes and humane voyce remaind Ne'r man in sable bark sail'd by That gave not ear to their sweet melody â—ut the sly Greek They to the Temple went among the rest There where Aenarian waves that Isle invest Their faces with an oilie fucus spread Their lips so rosie not with their own red Their necks and breasts shone with adulterate white â—â—re to the wast the better to invite VVith painted eyes and tresses of false hair VVhich jointly bear off lust the badge and snare VVhom when Minerva from her shrine had spied She hid her eyes and turn'd her head aside If I a goddesse nor in vertue fail â—â—ight of force or modesty prevail They shall not said she herein glory long â—ly grief shall arm me to revenge this wrong New scarce departed from her Tâ—mple doore VVhen scarce their feet had prest the beachy shore Their legs united in a scaly hide And bones in finnes thrust out on either side Nor yet their former mind unchanged keep But hold themselves for monsters of the deep Who now upon the dancing billows move â— shes below the wast and maids above Harmonious daughters of Calliope Parthenope Ligea Leucasia T. Talkative TYâ—ng his ear to no tongue but his own An ocean of words That lions tail tongue ever in motion That tyrant in discourse Drum of the company That spend thrift of his tongue Unthrifty babler A pattentee of speech Ingrosser of discourse Two grains of wheat in two bushels of chaffe Such are his words Thinking silence commendable in nothing but a dead neats tongue whose tongue hath a good turn when he sleeps Too mâ— of the mother in him Long winded monster Crispinus Hydra discourse Land remora wordie prodigall Speaking frying pan One that hath got a patent for prating and it were no lesse tâ—â—â— to take his purse to speak a word in his company A flood a 〈◊〉 Vollies hail shot of words His tongue goes continually his erraâ—â— but never speeds enough to make a mans memorie ake with câ—â—â—ing such dirty stuffe into it Able to speak far more with ease tâ—â—â— any man can endure with patience One that drops out at his mouth whatsoever is poured in at ears That sows his words by sacks whilst others do it by handfulls rolling tongue They which converse with him run the same fortune which they which live by the fall of Nile there is no overflowing like that his words a man cannot safely give him audience an head ach three days after is the least hurt he can take that but hears him â—â—ter dinner Upon any occasion he will find a mouth find a speech wâ—â—â— will His talk at table like Beniamins messe five times to his paâ—t Tantalus Hungry whilst ripened fruit hangs by his lip Thirsty whilst water by his chin doth slip Pelops great father Allowed to feast with gods Admitted to the secrets of the gods Unhappy father of proud Niobe That made a bloody feast Of his own son and call'd the gods his guests From whom the long desired waters slâ—p And catch'd at fruit steals from his touched lips He that doth daily dread The hanging stone that hovers o'r his head Thrown headlong into hell Cause he the secrets of the gods did tell Tantalise As when beyond our greedy reach we see Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree As when the greedy dog sees that repast Which awed by the whip he dares not tast A Tavern â— degree or a pair of stairs above an alehouse There men are drunk with more credit and apologie A broacher of more news than hogsheds suckt up here by some â—â—gie brain and then squeâ—zed into a Comedy The common â—â—sumption of after noons and the murderer or maker away of a â—â—nie day The busie mans recreation and the idle mans buâ—â—nesse Teach â—esson Tutor inform instruct Tears The best expressours of true sorrows the urine of the eys â—ad daughters of the eyes The pearly floods The pearl and chrystall showers the wine of love The balmy sweat of the eyes The watry language of the â—â—tys Dumb Eelegy the numerous issue of the eyes The liquid amber The lovers pleading eyes The watry oratours dumb perswasion Rhetorick eloquence â—â—ll tide of sorrow The sadder straining of the melting eyes Wet badge of weak mortality The Plaintive floods fruits of the funerall The brinie showers sad tribute of the eyes Sorrows liverie the dumb Ambassadours of grief Streams of liquid pearl Soft dew distilled â— from the two chrystall limbecks of her eyes Those moving agents Due tribute of the dead watering those plants are sown in corruption The innundation deluge of the eyes The issue of the pregnant teeming eyes The flood of pearly moisture The tributary drops of woe The pearly treasure of the eyes The eye-offending brine sorrowfull water The fruitfull river in the eye The watry trappings and the suits of woe The flushing of the galled eyes The pâ—ous beads False tears Such Tereus shed when he Pandion sues In Progne's name for Philomel So weeps the monster of the seven mouth'd Nile Instructed tears Lovers Tears v. Love Tedious So many minutes as in hours there be So many hours each minute seem'd to me Teeth Those ivory pales which enclose a
tongue made up of harmon Those ranks of orient pearls The pearlie pales That hedge of ivory The ivory bounders of the tongue The pearly row The ivory Precincts The double pearly guard of speech The pearl-pott cullis that adorns The two leav'd ruby gate The second sweetly fenced ward An heavenly dewed tongue to guard Natures shedding knives Temperate v. Abstemious Content with natures courtesie His feast but hungers banishment That ne'r refus'd The diet Curii and Camillus us'd Whose unbought cates please their unlearned throats That lives at natures cheap expence That feeds at natures charge Tempest The furious winds with one another scold Lightning is all our light and it rain'd more Than if the sun had drunk the sea before Darknesse lights elder brother his birthright Chain'd o'r this world and to heaven chas'd this light The seas are ruffled into billows Eurus stiffely blew And high wrought seas with chafing foamie grew The tossing seas appear to touch the skie And wrap their curls in clouds Ambitious seas to gloomie heaven ascend Sails suck the falling rain Showrs joyn with floods The assailing waves the vessel rock On every rising wave Death sits in triumph and presents a grave The giddy seas do whirl and pitchie clouds Obscure the skie The wild Ocean knows no shore â—e roaring surges rake the ratled shore â—s thrust their waves upon the groaning shore â—â—stle their backs and spit their angry foam The tempest raves â—oops from the clouds and cuffes the purple waves â—e destinies sat dancing on the waves â—â—see the wrastling winds with mutuall braves â—â—sume each other The waves do knit their brow â—he ruffled waves of the enraged sea Then every puffe of wind blows up a grave â—â—thin the bosome of the angry wave Neptune then gathered clouds up from the Land â—ighted the seas up snatcht ino his hand Is massie trident and aloft did tosse Of all the winds all storms he could ingrosse â—ll earth took into sea with clouds grim night â—ell tumbling headlong from the cope of light The East and south wind justled in the air â—oll'd waves before them With clouds did Jove heavens heightned fore head bind Then tyranniz'd the wrath of all the winds The floating ship was cuff'd from wave to wave Made the winds tennis ball â—uch was the tempest when Ulysses lost All his companions The waves and winds in mutinie O stempered waters Jove drives his flock of clouds The stormy tyranny of winds The Ship is made the scorn of sea and winds Winds quick winds up the waves the billows rise Dark clouds â—oll up and take day from our eyes With our laborious oaâ—s we ply Slice up the foam and sweep blew waves on high The bow backt waves tosse us up to the skie A storm whose blacknesse frights the sea Horrour in triumph rides upon the waves And all the furies from their gloomy caves Hovered upon our ship Where howling trenches of self-drowning waves And stormy gusts throw up untimely graves Where billows with white foam shew angry minds For not outroaring all the high rais'd winds The Dolphins that presage a coming storme Swiming on the waves to teach us none should dare Excepting fishes then to venture there When the distracted Ocean Swells to sedition and obeyes no law The stormes speak loud And the astonisht day doth turne to night The seas are rais'd so high That waves do hang like tears in the suns eye That we as in vast cataracts they fall Think that he weeps at natures funeral Such was the tempest in wich Caeser sayl'd In a small barke from Greece to Italy Proud billowes rise and war against the skies The waves in crooked furrowes flow As if that Aeolus and Neptune strove For the seas empery The threatning Ocean spends his swelling spight The tenth wave rears the ship The Porpoise dance upon the swelling wave Whilst every billow is her sisters grave The angry tumults of the sea and skies Aeolus lets loose his uncontrolled breath Whose language threatens nothing under death The rudder failes the ships at random driven The eye no object ownes but sea and heaven The heavens begin to roare As they would split the massie globe in sunder From those that live above to those live under The winds above rhe water underneath Joyn in rebellion and conspire death Each one becomes an Oratour for life Their hands are busie while their hearts despaire The waves With unresisted tyranny outbraves And threats to grapple with the darkened skies Whilst like to mooving mountains they arise From their distempered Ocean and assaile Heavens batlements High tides do flow Whose brackish waves do lash the broken shore Seas smooth back roll'd before with gentle breath In brissels set now spits her foamy wrath A pitchy storme wrapt up in swelling clouds â—â—ster clad in a cloak of clouds and lin'd â—â—â—h thunder mufiled up the heavens â—able aire so muffles up the skie â—â—at the sad sailers can no light descry 〈◊〉 if some beam break through their pitchy night â—s but dread flashing of the lightning's light â—â—d with their top-saile tilt up at the stars The sea doth rage and rore â—â—menacing to swallow up the shore The troubled waves in mighty mountains rise Threatning to spit their brine drops in their eyes The sea her billowes musters proudly up â—nd shoots them at the sun â—â— if all elements and all their power Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction The ship with main mast bores the moone The troubled billowes chasing with the shores The scolding winds â—ive up the knotty oakes Th' ambitious Ocean swells rageth and foams To be exalted with the threatning clouds The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds The wind shakt surge with high and monstrous main Seems to cast water on the burning bear And quench the guard of th'ever fixed pole â—â— never did like molestation view On the incensed flood Winds blow as if they meant to waken death The labouring bark climbes up vast hills of se as Olympus high and ducks again as low As hell's from heaven A water combate on the sea betweeen Two toaring angry boyling billowes how They march and meete and dash their curled brows Swelling like graves as if they did intend Tentombe each other ere the quarrel end Ulysses ships found not the seas more rough Nor the unhappy navy that from Troy Once with Aeneas sayl'd The sea is not more troubled than their breast All the tempestuous stars Their Constellations join and on them pour Their most malignant influence Sterope Artophylax The kids Hyades Orion Africus Notus Euroclydon Tempestuous winds V. Dunnes storm Sands Ovid. Metam Lib. 11. p. 379. Virgil. 1. book aâ—nexed p. 535. The frighted sea-calves sculk away and hide Their quivering heads within the swelling tide The crooked Dolphins bristle up their backs Amaz'd to hear such loud voic'd thunder cracks And all those massie whales that brush the seas Dive down for fear to find the Antipodes The juggling sea god trusting to no shape Nor any
transformation for escape Saddles his finny courser and doth fly Followed by all his scaly infantry Doris and her gray daughters shreeking tear From oft their heads their sea-green locks for fear And Mellicertus speedier doth fly Then when he fled his fathers cruelty His snorting sea horse Triton doth bestride Thrusting his shell-spurs in his brawny side c. Temporizers That shake hands with th' unworthy times Running with the current of the Sâ—ate A participle of the Present tense That danceth to the tune of fortune and studieth For nothing more than to keep time Terrour v. Fear Such terrour as when Jove his tresses shake And makes the earth and fixed stars though fixed shakes Such terrour as when Jove did drown the world Or Phaethon it burn Making every one to stand upon his guard And have a continuall larum bell in his ear Thanks v. Forms of Thanking To Thaw v. Melt To unknit unfetter unlock the ice The Pythian Knight Doth strip the mountains of their snowie lawns The crusted snow dissolves and all those veins Which frost had fettered up in Chrystall chains Are now dissolv'd Theseus Aegeus glorious seed Great Narathon resounds his praise For slaughter of the Cretan bull Vulcans seede By him glad Epidaure beheld to bleed Periphetes Savage Procrustes death Cephisia view'd Elusis Cercyons Scinis ill endued With strength so much abus'd who beeches bent And tortur'd bodies twixt their branches rent He slew If we his years should number with his acts His years would prove a cypher to his facts Ariadne's faithlesse spouse Tâ—at slew the monster of the Labyrinth And the Arthenians from their tribute freed Helens first ravisher Theeves Who dayly marke Those houses which they plunder in the darke Thetis v. Sea Waves Doris fair daughter Nereus fair issue The Queen of seas The Goddesse with the silver feet Fair Queen of waves Achilles beauteous mother The faire Queen of the liquid plains The powerful Lady of the sea Queen regent of the waves Out of whose spatious cisterne daily flow Refreshing streams which as they run do fill Earths duggs the hillocks so preserving still The infant grasse Faire pearle and glory of the sea Thighes The alabaster rocks Supporters of the beauteous frame Soft ivory pillars Well proportioned columnes The sister pillars of soft ivory Thinne Thin as burnt aire Thin as the starved chaps Thin as the unsubstantial ghosts Stretcht to an airy thinnesse Thirst v. Draught My tongue wants moysture and my jawes are dry Scarce is there way for speech Water to me were Nectar Such was Latona's when the Lycian clownes Denied her water No greater is the thirst of Tantalus Thought The still borne issue of the mind Silent discourse the quiet creatures of the soul Tenants of the heart Free inhabitants of the breast That know no prison Free borne issue of the mind That are not subject to an human law Nor but of God and conscience stand in aw The souls still language The minds parliament Thunder v. Lightning Joves hitting shafts Inevitable flame Joves trident Cyclopian darts shafts The vengefull flame He thunders and with hands that cannot erre Hurles lightning The three forkt shaft The breaking cloud rackt by the winds Hot from the cyclops anvile Aerial tumults The throwes and shrieking of the childbed cloud Whilst her hot issue from her cloven wombe Tears out a forced passage Loud Artilery of heaven Loud noises that torment the aire The voice Of angry heaven intrancing with its noise That rend th' amazed firmament and makes Th' affrighted rafters of the skie to shake The balling issue of the sulphury cloud That tears in peeces the wide cheeks of aire Joves fire-breathing horse Wherewith dull earth and wandering rivers quake Yea Stygian fens and horrid dwellings shake Of horrid Taenarus and Atlas bounds Heavens cholerick angry chiding language Heavens arrowes shot from the divided cloud The coughing hoarse barking of the skies Heavens chin-cough Clouds roaring conflicts from their breaches throw Darts of inevitable flames To Tie To knot manacle fetter gyve chain infetter lock Time The eternal clock Swift old dotard Which glides away with undiscovered hast And mocks our hopes The nimble aged syre Swift speedy time feathered with flying houres Whose constant course doth every thing devoure That doth unglosse the flourish set on youth And delves the paralels in beauties brow Whose slippery wheele doth play In humane causes with inconstant sway Motions swiftest measure The motion of the ever whirling wheele Devouring cormorant That common arbitratour The general invader That ever flying minute The moth of nature and of aâ—t Natures book worme The shop and mint of change The universal Justice that tries all things Untangler of all knots Who greedy to devoure His own and all that he brings forth Is eating every piece of houre Some object of the rarest worth Truths aged father The most abhorred Stratagems of night Lurking in cavernes from the glorious light By him perforce are from their dungeons hurld And shew'd as monsters to the wondering world Whose absence all the treasury of earth Cannot buy out Iâ—revocable time Not all The wealth or treasures of the earth recall One of his swift-wing'd minutes back The bald unbribed witnesse Timanthes The famous painter that allow'd no place For private sorow in a princes face Yet that his piece might not exceed belief He cast a veile upon supposed grief Tombe v. Grave The solitary vault The marble monument The guilded marble or the brazen leaves A stone to bear Witnesse that once we were The blind dark vault The chest Which harbours the pale ashes sad dust The vault were the sad ashes lie The coole vault The dark silent roome The monumental vault The melancholy chamber of the earth The marble where we are Slaves to the tyrant wormes Cold burthen of our ashes The gloomy cave That glorious trouble ore the grave The gorgeous pallace of the dead Sad entertainment of the grave The dead's embroydered clothes The sacred vault where ashes proudly dwell And dead as living do their pomp expresse In sumptuous tombes like gorgeous pallaces That sever the good fellowship of dust And spoile their meeting Unenvied mansions of the dead The gloomy house of death Deaths silent mansion That often perjur'd stone bearing a lying postscript Where none can bribe impartial wormes to spare Princes corrupt in marble Tongue The hearts Herald The thoughts Embassadour The minds interpreter The legate of the soul The best worst dish Great litle member That shapes the aire to words Mother of speech Toppe Summit crownet Torch Flaming pines sputtering flames oyly pines Pitchy tapers Torment Strapado rack martyr excruciate grate eate Torne Mangled minc'd scatter'd shatter'd shiver'd anatomiz'd Tower Turret arcenal cittadel Tragedian Whose angry muse doth in her buskins rage And her long tragick robe doth brush the stage Whose numbers thunder and whose quills Fresh drops of death at every word distill The 〈◊〉 of Melpomene Traveller The curious exile Expert in all but home Cosmography
seemed to blush it had defended its master no better Making many windowes in their armour for death to come in at Bleeding in such measure as if they meant to lend Charon a flood to ferry ore their departing souls The cannons spit their iron salutation With bullets wrapt in fire They make a shaking feavour in the walls The sleeping stones By the compulsion of the ordinance Are raised from their fixed beds of lime Now death lines his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiets are his fangs The summer dust is laid with showres of blood Tearing the clowdy cheeks of heaven With roaring bellowes from the iron mouth Of loud voic't cannons V. Dubartas The vocation Ovid Mat. lib. 12 Centaures Lapithae Virgil. 4. last books Aeneids Lucan by May translated Civil war To distain In their own bowels their victorious swords Where kindred hosts incounter Known ensignes ensignes do defie Piles against piles eagles against eagles flie Like those on the Aemathian plains Like the Serpentine brood by Cadmus sprung Like ensignes all against like ensignes band Bowes against bowes the crown against the crown Whilst all pretending right all right throw downe Convulsions of the state Untuned drums That viperous worme That gnawes the bowels of the common wealth The trumpet gives uncertain sounds Where both most loose though but one party win Wast of the body A wast as strait and clean As Cupids shaft and Hermes rod And powerfull too as either God Strait as Circe's wand Water The christal regions Issue of the springs The liquid christal Flowing deity Chrystal Nymph liquid glasse melting chrystal Shaking chrystal impartial mirrour undeceiving glasse Watch Wake v. Sleepe As the keen dogs keep sheep in coats Oâ— folds of hurdles bound And grin at every breath of aire Envious of every sound Sleep wanteth weight to close a winke Light doth divorce The low and upper lids His eyes resume their charge On leaden wings sleep from him flew My weakened sâ—nces had unlockt mine eyes Wave Billowes surges flowes the rolling hills Frothy mounts Liquid mountains The foamy wrinkles of the main Wâ—try heaps Neptunes watry brissells Rolling trenches moving mouâ—tains The swelling clusters of enraged seas Thetis glassie mountains Those sparkling furrowes of the swelling tide Weave Arachne's fatal yet deserved doome Nere gave such glory to Minerva's loome As did her weaving this that did but show Her art was great this shew'd her Goddesse too Such as Arachne on her loome Wove before she had her doome Weep v. Tears I will weepe a flood Deep as Deucalions and again the Chaos Shall muffle up the lamentable world In sable cloaks of grief and black confusion Then with the pressure of her eyes she freed One tear from prison The trickling tears ore flow the blubberd cheeke The flowing eyes send out their numerous tears To poure out the soul at the eyes So wept Deucalion when he saw the state And face of nature deadly desolate With tears which might have made another flood Bathing her cheeks in tears To shead From drowned eyes vain offerings to the dead So wept th' Heliades When they bewail'd their brother so their trees Yet amber weepe Such was Ocyrrohoe's tears and such her care When she perceiv'd her self become a mare So wept old Inachus then when he found His unfound Io. So wept the skilful Centaure when the faire Ocyrrhoe his daughter turn'd a mare Warme tears did from her charged eye-springs drain So wept Andromeda as to the rock She chained lay So Cyane when thaw'd into a lake She mourn'd the ravishment of Proserpine The drops of rears at every accent fall Griefe dissolved eyes Eyes drown'd in tears Sorrow impatient to be slowly uttered â—â— her often stopping speeches poured it self in tears Eyes big with tears Like a proud river peering o'r his bounds â—o water the plants the roses and lilies in the cheeks My cheeks are guttered with my fretting tears â—o launder cheeks and handkerchiefs in tears So wept Pandyon when to Tereus he Gave Philomel Scarce could he bid farewell â—obs so engage his troubled speech Such tears wept myrrha now become a treee Abortive tears flow from their spring So wept old Hecuba then when she wash'd The wounds of her beloved Polyxena And saw dead Polydore float on the Main To mellt his grief in tears Washing her eyes with their own native tears Fresh streams of loves salt flood â—illowed on her soft cheeks To drown the eyes in tears Steep the eyes in tears Make Limbecks of the eyes The melting thawing eye The deluge of her melting tears disgrace And drown'd the world of beauty in her face Hard was it to descry Whether the drops were clearer or her eye Tears fearing conquest to the eyes might fall An innundation brought and drowned all There remain'd a feature Made sorrow sweet plac'd in so sweet a creature Showring eyes Run floods of sorrows Distill the soul in tears Channell their cheeks with tears To drop the brain in tears His eyes look through his tears A flowing tide of tears gush from his eyes Tears wrapp'd in sighs With eyes that threatned they would drown his face Eyes great in labour with their tears With rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosome of the earth And with the southern clouds contend in tears Lik one was born in April The falling tears fret channels in her cheeks The eyes Drop faster tears than the Arabian trees Their medicinall gum Down from his eyes a shower of tears did flow Like water running from the melted snow So Ariadne left by Theseus wept Whom she seeks Whilst showers of tears made furrows in her cheeks Mine eyes do flow Like Nilus when it scorns the opposed shore Tears the best Expressors of true sorrow speak the rest Dâ—opping his tears upon one place As if he meant to fret himself a grave To spend the pearly treasures of the eyes His eyes out flow the ocean To weep for joy v. Lovers Tears Have you beheld an April shower Send down her hasty bubbles and then stops Then storms afresh through whose transparent drops The unobscured lamp of heaven conveys The brighter glory of his sparkling rayes Even so upon her blushing cheeks resided A mixt aspect 'twixt smiles and tears divided Welcome v. Glad More welcome than was light To the disordered chaos Welcome as are the ends unto my wishes Nay far more welcome than the happy soil To sea scourg'd Merchants after all their toil Kings meet Queens So Cleopatra met Mark Antony So soft streams meet so springs with gladder smiles Meet after long divorcement made by Isles When love the child of likenesse urgeth on Their chrystall waters to an union Welcome as quiet rest To one by pain and want of sleep opprest Health to the sick drink to the thirsty soul Is not more welcome As is the journies end To weary travellers Ulysses after all his toil at sea â—as not more welcome to Penelope The scorned beggar could not entertain With greater joy should he a
lodging nigher to my heart My uttermost ambition and endeavour is to climb to those deserts may give me the name of your thankful servant No creature bears life Which more faithfullie studies to do you service I am so far beneath the riches of your merits it can be no honour to your name to rank me in the number of your servants The least words you speak I receive with as much reverence as an absolute and unresistable commandement You have given so great testimonies of your love to me that iâ— I should not have a due resentment of them It were fit I lost my memory I cannot forget your favours without forfeiting my right to a memory You have so absolutely acquired me yours as you have left me no liberty to do what I desire when there is any question of performing your pleasure There 's nothing that my sence can reach That doth not some way me my duty teach Eevery object me thinks upbraids my ingratitude Hâ—d I as many tongues c. V. Many unspeakable My gratitude to you is as necessary as my being and I can sooner cease to be than to be unthankfull If you expect thanks worthy your favours I beseech you afford me the terms I may repeat after you for your satisfaction For I confesse my incapacity to expresse the resentment your obligations cause in me V. Forms of concluding Letters Forms of blessing or wishing well All the dear joyes here and above hereafter Crown thy fair soul May sick men if they have your wish be well And heaven hate those you curse Prosperity be your page Successe crown all your actions Good fortune by your lacquey and wait upon you The best wishes your thoughts can forge be your servants and attend you May each day better others happinesse May each sun shine with a new blessing on you Untill the heavens envying earth's good hap Give you immortal honour So live on earth that heaven may thee desire Yet slowly to the expecting stars aspire May you carve out your fortune to your wish Safety and honour alwayes attend you May heaven empty her storehouse of blessings upon you V. Happy Forms of cursing or wishing ill Mischief and sorrow go along with you Hearts discontent and sour affliction Be playfellows to keep you company May poyson be their drink Gall worse than gall the dainties that they tast Their sweetest shade a grove of Cypresse trees Thir chiefest prospects murdering Basilsks Their softest touch as smart as lizards stings Their Musick frightfull as the adders â—isse And boding shriech owls make the consort full All the foul terrours in dark seated hell All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks And mine to boot dart on thee The gods send thee not death the common plague but feeling after death May thy curse equall thy merits and the Devils malice be glutted in thy misery May heaven create a new puinshment in hell for thee alone as conceiving all the degrees there already heaped together too little for thy wickednesse The ravenous Vulture tear his breast The rolling stone disturb his rest Let him next feel Ixions wheel And adde one fable more To lying Poets store May he be whatsoever rage and malice wish V. Miserable Vnhappy Forms of blessing times and dayes That blessed night that mild aspected hour Shall consecrated evermore remain What gentle Planet in that hour remain It shall be happy in the birth of men Which was chief Lord of the Ascendent then With whiter wooll be clad the day It shall be marked with the whitest stone The sun shall shine upon that happy day And ever crown it with a glorious ray This happy day Shall be to after times their Epocha And whâ—n reckon up the summe of blisse They shall wish all their dayes to be like this And may there on that day for ever be A Rubrick set to all eternitie The golden number light upon that day Not any moments are More sainted in Fames happy Calendare Nor shall that happy day for ever lack Its worth in fames eternal Almanack Which none shall read but straight their losse deplore And blame the fates they were not born before To see this day Times last annals eternize that day Forms of cursing dayes and times O let that day be guilty of all sin That is to come or heretofore hath been From his unnumbred hours let time divide it Lest in his minutes he should hap to find it Or let him on his brows for ever wear it That when he comes all other dayes may fear it And the ill-boding Planets by consent That day hold ever their sad Parliament Be it in heavens decree enrolled thus Black fatal dismall inauspicious O let that day be ever banish't far And quite expung'd from times great Calendar Succeeding years as they their circuit go Leap o'r this day as the sad time of woe May the unwearied sun for ever shroud This day his face within some dismall cloud And when the Morn shall bring its dawning light May it be strangled in eternall night When this day yearly comes let every one Throw in their urn their sad and blackest stone Let never bird that cuts the air with wing Except the owl be this day heard to sing Let clouds and darknesse dwell upon that day Unblest for ever by Sols chearing ray Let all men curse it let it ne'r appear Amongst those dayes that consummate the year Let mirth and joy be banish't from that day May it its course and curst succession lack Nor have a name in any Almanack Let that day be bound In clouds of pitch nor walk th' Aethaerean round Let not God write it in the roll of dayes Nor let the sun restore it with his rayes May plagues and famine and the worst of fate Light on that day may universall hate Make it by all detested may all unhappy stars Conjoyn their most malignant influence And then extract the subtle quintessence And throw it on this day Let the eclipsed Moon her throne resigne Instead of stars let blazing Meteors shine Let deaths dark shade involve no light appear But dreadfull lightnings it s own horrour fear Be it the first of miseries to all Or last of life defam'd for funerall O be that dismall night for ever blind Lost in it self nor to the day rejoyn'd Nor numbred in the swift circumference Of months and years but vanish in offence O let it sad and solitary prove No sprightly musick hear nor songs of love Let wandring Apparitions then affright The trembling Bride and quench the nuptiall light Forms of breaking off But as in cutting up a man that 's dead The body will not last out to have read On every part and therefore men direct Their speech to parts that are of most effect So But like a winters day I must make amends for my unpleasantnesse in my shortnesse therfore c. Day would expire E'r all were told and would your patience tire Should I from their originall Our
Soul entrancing laies Harmonious language Victory v. Valiant Triumph Victory doth play upon their dancing banners Upon their swords Sâ—ts laurell'd victory and smooth successe Is strew'd before their feet Returnes laden with spoyles and honour Bright conquest doth her silver wings display Perch't on their standards Victory their inheritance Doubtful victory The wars successe in doutful ballance hunge Slow vâ—ctory in choice yet what to do With doubtfull wings 'twixt either army flew Conquest with doubtfull 〈◊〉 Hover'd upon their lances The ballances of fate did equal stand For either Army They fight on equall terms Fortune deliberates As not resolved yet what she should do On equall hopes they both engaged were And fury joyn'd with fury equal held The ballance straight whilst doubting victory Seem'd not a while resolved whose to be Like to the mornings fight When dying clouds contend with growing light Vine The limber tree that yields the sprightly drink Bacchus uxorious tree Grape charged tree That bears the juicie clusters Life chearing tree Which cut abounds With budding gems and prospers in her wounds Violent Like lightning crushing through the justled clouds As when a tempest raves Stoops from the clouds and cuffs the swelling waves Then like a Lybian lion round beset Arm'd with an high despair and rage as great Carelesse of wounds and weapons forth he goes And sells a loathed life dear to his foes As heavens sulphureous flash Against proud mountains surly brows doth dash As hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatall Canons womb Like that fierce bird which from the yielding skies At Joves command with fierie lightning flies Of all the winged crew ordain'd the head For faithfull service in his Ganimede Whom youth had native vigour forth have drawn Labours to try which were before unknown And those soft winds that fan the lively spring Have taught with fear his new flights managing When he rais'd with a generous courage flies Into the field his strength to exercise Or like fell dragons that like force do vie Is train'd by hope of food or victory Or like a lion new wean'd from the teat Oâ—'s yellow damme who goats intent to meat Spying in verdant fields resolveth straight Oâ—â— him his youthfull jaws to saâ—iate â—â—e them c. â— when south-winds on surly billows ride â—hilst showry Pleiades the clouds divide â—â—as two shaped Ausidus amain â—â—s bellowing forth along th' Apulian plain â—hen he with rage and swelling floods abounds â—â—eatning a Deluge to the tâ—lled grounds V. Lightning Thunder Wind. Tempest Violet v. Primrose The violets which first appear By their fine purple mantles known â—â—d as the virgins of the year Thinking the Spring to be their own The purple offsprinsiâ— of the prime The resolved fair Virgin Which contracted to her own bright eyes â—eeds her lights flame with self substantiall fewell â—aking a famine where abundance lies Whose uneard womb â—â—dains the tillage of good husbandry â—nthrifty lovelynesse Beauteous niggardnesse Profitlesse usurer that trafficks with her self alone The seal that stamps no print Natures Apostate June in her eyes in her heart January The cruell fair one Venus Anchorite That will leave the world no copy of her graces Fair cruelty clasp'd in her own embraces Who dead The worms must rifle for her maidenhead Like Daphne she as lovely and as coy Vlysses The Grecian wanderer Old Laertes son He that so many men and Cities saw Wise Laertides Penelopes grave husband â—jax coorrivall for Ulysses arms The politician of the Greeks That wisely stopt his ear And would not the inchanting Syrens hear Whose mates by Magick wine Circe transformed to the shapes of swine The well-tongued Lord of Ithaca Vnchangeable v. Firm. Inviolable as the stygian lake Eternall as the book of fate That never knoweth change or date Like the unremoved rock Like to the Laws of Medes and Persians That knew no alteration Beyond the reach of change Vnhappy In whom All stars conspire to make affliction perfect Far more than is The common heap of humane miseries His mother bore him to Fortunes utmost spight Pursues our actions The blind goddesse her tennis-ball Born under unpropitious stars malignant influence Unthrifty planets ruled at his birth A sullen star was at his lucklesse birth The Lord Ascendant of the house Libra in his full aspect And cursed Scorpius with beams direct And Capricorn that rules the gloomy west His Horoscope with cruell rage infest Whose thread of life is spun Of black and dismall wooll v. Miserable Vnlearned v. Ignorant Fool. Vnluckie v. Ominous Dismall fatall inauspicious Like to the omen of ill boding owls This nor Juno blest Nor Hymen nor the graces grac'd that feast The snake-hair'd furies held the sputting light From funeralls snatcht and made the bed that night Th' ill-boding owl upon the roof was set Tereus and Progne with such Omens wed But neither Hymeneus usuall words Nor chearfull looks nor happy signs affords The torch his hand sustain'd still sputtering rais'd A sullen smoak nor yet though shaken blaz'd The event worse than the Omen Such Omens waâ—ted on Orpheus his marriage with Euridice The funerall owl thrice rent The aire with ominous screeches Such Omens waited on Lascivious Myrrha to her fathers bed Vnspeakable Though Phaebus should an hundred tongues bestow A wit that should with full invention flow All Helicon infus'd into my brest Yet could not this for all this be exprest Had I as many tongues as Argus eyes As Xeâ—xes arrows that did cloud the skies As many mouths as Sybills had of years Or fruitful Gargarus hath ripened ears c. We may as well Descibe the joyes of heaven and pains of hell So vast That all the act and power of speech is wast Voluptuous v. Glutton Master of unexampled luxury Sardanapalus drown'd in soft excesse That follow passion and voluptuous sence That revel out their lavish dayes Like one of wise Ulysses foolish mates Sons of earth enthrall'd to sence Dark narrow souls which drown'd in foggy flesh Do never dream of higher happinesse Plung'd in soft delights Stues his heart in mirth Crushing the child of sorrow in the birth Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow A soul lost in the flesh Lethargick slumbering soules Lanke soules that in no other thing delight But what may please the Brutish appetite Melting away in pleasures wanton lap Licentious Libertines That practise in the present those delights Hereafter promised by the Alcoran Hard hearted evil men Who vertue think a school name and no God But abject pleasure Oyling the wings of time with unctious pleasures Melting down their youth In different beds of lust and never learn The icie precepts of respect but follow The sugred game before them That treads the primrose path of dalliance Their bathes the juyce of July-flowers Spirit of roses and of violets The milk of Unicorne and Panthers breath Gathered in bags and mixt with Cretan wines Their drink prepared gold and amber Wedded to sports they were The Kallender