MICROCOSMOS THE DISCOVERY OF THE LITTLE World with the government thereof Manilius An mirum est habitare Deum sub pectore nostro Exemplumque Dei quisque est sub imagine paruâ By IOHN DAVIES At Oxford Printed by Ioseph Barnes and are to bee solde in Fleetestreete at the signe of the Turkes head by Iohn Barnes 1603. TO MY MOST DEERE AND dread Soveraigne IAMES by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland be all heavenly and earthly happinesse THoughts fight no more but now with Wits accord Yeeld al obedience to Arts rightest rule Then like a constant treble-twisted cord Binde vp the sweet'st affections of my Soule And in a Poesy giue them to O no They are too base for such high Excellence Yet prostrate giue them to him and say so So I may shunne dislike you insolence Great ó too narrow is this name for thee King yet too straite a stile for thy great worth And Monarch this with it doth best agree Deigne to accept a Base base Wit brought forth And base it is great Highnesse in each line Because indeede it is too rightly mine His Maiesties lesse then least and most vnworthy Subiect IOHN DAVIES To the sacred Queene of Englands most excellent Maiestie IF those VVombs blessed be from whom proceedes A world of blessings to the VVorld accurst Or if that gracious be that Graces breedes To make Men gracious being at the worst O then how blest and gracious is thy VVombe Deere Daughter Sister VVife vnto a King Wherein Heaven wrought as in a sacred roome Strong Props of peace which blest Time forth did bring Vnto a Mother-maide we all are bound For bringing forth our Soules preservatiue Who for the same is Queene in Heaven Crownd And sith thou bring'st our Corpes conservatiue We must crown thee in Earth or els we should Doe otherwise then Saints Angels would Your Highnesse most humbly devoted Vassall IOHN DAVIES The vvhole I le of greate Brittaine vvas of yore divided into 13. Kingdoms as by Monuments of antiquity and Historie the vvitnesses of time appeareth viz. England into 8. namelie Kent South-Saxons East-Saxons VVest-Saxons Bernnicia aliàs Northumberland Deira or Southumberland Est-Angles Mercia Scotland into 2. viz. Scottes Picts The Scottes on the VVestside the Picts on the East called Pictlād as the other Scotland VVales into 3. viz. North-wales Southwales and Povvys-land Vppon vvhich Plaine-songe thus I descant AN Articke I le there is most famous found In the great Lavor of this lesser Round Which Neptunes hand as most esteemd infolds And in his vnsweet-sweating bozome holdes On whom at once Heavens providence begate Thirteene Kinges ' which did her participate Shee fedd them sweetlie made them fatte to grow For from her Brest did Milke and Hony flow Who being pampred so ambitious made Gainst Nature gan each other to invade Shee greatly griv'd they quited so her loue And ay to make them one shee oft did proue But froward at the least they would be Twoo So lived long in strife with much adoo Yet like a tender Mother vext to see That hir deere children could no better gree Shee laboured night and day with Tyme to doe That which shee tride but could not bring them to Who both togither ioyn'd did them attone So Tyme and shee at last haue made them One. Then if in One Thirteene vnited be How great how glorious and how good is hee IOHN DAVIES AENIGMA A Treble paire doth our late wracke repaire And sextiplies our mirth for one mishappe These six as hopes to keepe vs from dispaire When clappes wee feard were sent vs at a clappe That we might clapp our hands in his high praise That made vs by our Heads losse much more faire And vs beheaded so our Head to raise One headlesse made all looke as blacke as Hel◠All headlesse makes the Head and all looke well SPHINX IF this a Riddle be then so be it Yet Truth approues what therein hid doth lie And Truth 's most louelie in the Eye of VVit When she is rob'd with richest misterie In few by losse we haue gott benefitt That 's six for one by lawfull vserie Then if we gaine by losse our losse is gaine So saith France Flāders Scotland Irelād Spaine To the iudicious Reader THou seest this great VVorld Reader perchāce Thine Eie is cloid with often seeing it Then see the Lesse with noe lesse circumstance Aud with VVittes Eie that Monarchy of VVitte The Heav'ns and Earth do make the greater VVorld And Soule and Bodie make the Lesse we prove The Heav'ns doe moue the Earth they are whirld By Him that makes the Soule the Body moue Who conquers it at least are Monarchs great Greater then those that conquered the greater For from their goodnesse Men their greatnes gette And they are best that doe subdue the better The great VVorld's good but better is the least Then view it to subdue it thou wert best IOHN DAVIS A Request to the Cittie of Hereford Deere Mother in whose Wombe my vitall flame Was kindled first by the Almighties breath Lend me thy name to adde vnto my name That one with other may keepe both from death Vnto thy conscience I poore I appeale Whether or no I haue deserved it My conscience telles me I haue sought thy weale With al my skill my will my woorth my witte Iudge God iudge good men iudge my truth herein Impartiall Iudges you shall iudge for me If so my soule is sear'd or I haue bin Deere Mother what I now would seeme to thee And doe confesse though vnkinde Parents proue Yet are their children bound to seeke their loue Iohn Davies of Hereford In Microcosmon IOH. DAVIS II Herefordiensis EN tibi Pythagorae sacram diamque 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Almae Naturae scatebram fontemque perennem Cuius quis pandet mysteria quisve profundos Audebit timidogressu tentare recessus Audet Davisius nec magnis excidit ausis Non is Daedaleâ per coelum remigat alâ Nec Phaetontaeo raptatus in aethera curru Stellarum inspector stupet aut Iovis atria lustrat In se conversus Divinae particulam aurae Non lippo aut lusco solers rimatur ocello Hunc lege quisquis aves Animani tam nobile germen Noscere decerptum delibatumque supremi Quod de mente Dei quisque hoc in corpore gestat Non te AEgyptiacus teneat tardetve character Nulla Syracusij Senis arte inventa morentur Suspensus coeli fornix vitreus orbis AEdibus in proprijs quae recta aut prava gerantur Inspicias haustamque polo vigil excute mentem Coelitùs emissum descendit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 IO. SANFORDVS Charissimo Iohanni Davisio Salutem OXoniae vates cum sis Herefordia quare Davisi in titulo pristina scripta tuo Crede mihi doctam non vrbem tale pigebit Ingenium in numero nomen habere
doe swelling overfloe That they are caught vnwares so that these thinges The VVorld to Hell and Hell to horror bâ—inges These are the windowes through which Sathan spies The disposition of our better part Through these he hath a glimps of all that lies Within the secret'st corners of our Hart Which wel to know belongs to heav'nly Art For loue of these the Flesh the Sprite doth loth Who for their pleasure makes the same to smart And for their comfort soule and bodie both With Care confusedly themselues doe cloth As when grim Night puts on a Sable weede Fac'd with infernal Apparitions That so the next daies comfort might exceede So are the Minde and Bodies motions Care-cloth'd for senses consolations Fraile senses Seede-plots of impietie Made for our Reasons recreations Die and bee damn'd or liue to magnifie Your makers Mercie Might and Maiestie And as in Pleasures false are true degrees Agreeing with these Organs of the sense Some base some meane some high for so are these Yet all but base to pleasures excellence Whereof the soules low'st powre hath highest sense So are there like gradations in the ioies Those Powres conceaue as is their pre'minence The feeding Powre in feeding powre imploies Which pleaseth Nature but the soule annoies Those Ioies conceaved by th' Intelligence As most supreame doe most reioice the sp'rite For they belong to the supreamest sense VVherein the Minde conceaveth most delight Though Nature pine the while by Natures right Thus then if iudgement these degrees would way Shee would reiect ioie sâ—nsuall as too light And not permit the same her to betray Which makes fraile sense the strongest Reason sway The Gluttons Gorge Charibdis of Excesse Should being disgorg'd from surfetting forbeare Th' insatiate Leacher would that fire suppresse That Conscience and his secrets oft doth seare None would be Beasts that humane creatures were Then sense of Touch or Tast as vil'st they bee So doe they bring the ioies that soonest weare For those that come by that wee heare or see Doe longer last and with vs more agree And the more base and brutish pleasures bee The more 's the paine in their accomplishment And the more vs'd they are excessiuely The more 's the soule and bodies dammagement VVitnesse the Leachers lothsome languishment The Drunkards dropsie and the Gluttons Grease Each clogg'd with either or worse punishment That health decreaseth with their corps increase And shame increaseth with their fames decrease Aske sensual pleasure in her greatest ruâ—fe How little griefe will overthrow her quite And giue her soule a deadly counter-buffe Shee wil as forc'd confesse shee hath no might VVhen Griefe scarse sensible but comes in sight VVe can brooke pleasures want with greater ease Then not feele griefes though they in pleasure bite For absent good doth not so much displease As present ill our Soules soule doth disease For corporall pleasure being sensuall Consists in some excesse which stil doth tende To the extreame subversion of our All The feare whereof must pleasure needs suspend And make her suffer pennance to the ende No CoÌ„scieÌ„ce sear'd with Lusts Soul-scortching fire But seeles the Lawes sharpe-burning Iron to send An hell of paine where she is most intire For it doth death it selfe with life inspire Now as the pleasures of the eie surpasse The rest that on the outward senses rest So Fancies pleasures all those pleasures passe Because Opinion esteemes them best Hence is it wealth with pleasure is possest For no inherent vertue but because Opinion holdeth the possessor blest This makes men maugre God and Natures lawes To bite and scrat for wealth with Teeth and Pawse VVealth state and glorie if they worldly be False wealth fraile state vaine glory then they are Only held good by doting Fantasie Which wil no part thereof to Reason share Least shee should finde them false and bid beware But Reasons pleasures are perpetuall They are all comforte quitted from all Care They thrall the Minde to freedome spiritual That makes selfe Bondage sweet selfe Freedoms thral No marvell then though Men possessing these Doe hold al other pleasures hels of paine That some their wealth haue throwne into the Seas That so they might this weale with ease retaine These made that King to hold all pleasures vaine Save these alone that prov'd all vnder Sunne These haue made Princes quitt their princely Traine Train'd by these pleasures which are never dunne Quite from their Scepters and themselues to runne These make the Mind and Sp'rite so Nectar-druÌ„ck That they sleepe soundly in divine delight These make the Soule forsake the Bodies Trunck Leaving it Ioy-tranc'd whilst shee takes her flight Through Natures workes to have her Makers sight These these none but these are Heau'ns on Earth Because on Earth they see by Natures light The highest Heavens Maiestie and Mirth And by his Sonnes light without Sire their birth Among which pleasures those which doe consist In Contemplation are the most divine By which this life and that to come are blist VVhich made Philosophers to it assigne The Chiefe Beatitude the Spirittes vvine If Mindes that never knew the Sov'raigne Good Mount vp so high to make this Good their fine VVhat shame for those baptiz'd in Christ his blood If they like Swine doe place the same in mudd And as the Soule retaineth more or lesse Of pristine purity so will the same In all hir Actions lesse or more transgresse And to the best or worst her motions frame Therfore some place their pleasure in their fame For knowledge and seeke knowledge to be knowne Some in rare handy-works and some in Game Some how a State may stand or be orethrowne VVhen it is little or else overgrowne And of al skils that meerely are humane This skill is it that most commends the soule This can instruct the sword to make a lane To Crownes teach the same Crownes to coÌ„troule And slaues in Catalogue of kings enroule For Policies long Arme can compasse pow'r Which ioin'd at wil the Earths huge Bowle caÌ„roule In Natures spight if from th' aetheriall Towre A suddaine vengeance stay not humane powre If the swordes edge be set on Policie It wil slip through the Ioints of Monarchies And shaue the Crowne of Roiall Maiestie So be it stand in way of Tyranies That clime to Crownes by bloud and villanies The hand of Policie welding the sword Directs each Blow that wounds stil multiplies That slaues to Crownes through streams of bloud may ford For Crownes de Or those sanguine streames afford HEre Muse craue licence for a maine digresse Of those that shal thine Ambages survay Sith Policie compels thee to transgresse The Rules of Order her pow'r to display She most importunate wil haue no nay But thou must from thy proiect long desist To blazon her high vertue by the way That sense may see wherein shee doth consist Wherein being much thou must the more
for substance as where resident For in the braines Hippocrates it puts And Strato in the space betweene the eies In the harts hollow veine the Dog it shuts That alwaies in a Tub enkenell'd lies The Stoicks say the Hart doth it comprise In al the body saith Democritus In al the brest say others as vnwise In the braines ventricles saith Hierophilus Thus al in al were most erronious Empedocles in bloud the â—ame doth bound Galen would haue each limb a soule to haue Renowned Galen how wast thou renown'd That didst thy selfe so foolishly behaue Thus for the place they with each other straue And for the soules continuance no lesse The Epicure the bodie makes her Graue And dies and lies with it But some confesse Shee 's capable of everlastingnesse Pythagoras by transmigration Wil haue it everlasting or at least As long as beasts shal haue creation For it doth passe saith he from MaÌ„ to beast What Foole could more ridiculously iest Yet he disciples had and not a few That this grosse doctrine did with ease disgest Therefore no Beasts these more beasts euer slue Sith they their freÌ„ds souls held for ought they knew The Stoickes held the meane tvvixt Epicures And Pythagoreans for that soule they say That 's vicious vvhilst the body it immures Doth die and vvith the bodie quite decaie But if it vertuous be it liueth aie Some partes of it as Aristotle holdes That haue seates corp'ral with them fal avvay But vnderstanding vvhich no Organ holdes As free from filth AEternitie infoldes Thus for their ending or continuance Do they contend no lesse ChristiaÌ„s striue For their beginning some the same advance To heav'n and say they there did ever liue Since Angels fel. And other some beleeue That one soule doth another propagate Some others their commencement do deriue From time that first the Angels were create Which sacred Austine doth insinuate Others there be who constantly affirme That soules created are from day to day Which he of Aquine boldly doth confirme For sith the soule doth forme the bodies clay It with the bodie must be made they say Whereto agrees each moderne Schoole-divine So that these Men doe from each other stray Touching the soules birth which they mis-assigne For they speake ill that cannot wel define And Epicures the same doe mortal make The Pythagoreans it doe transmigrate Some say the heavens do the same retake Some put it into hell in endlesse date Others would haue it earth perambulate Some say there 's but one vniversal soule Whereof particulars participate Which saying Plato doth not much coÌ„trole But that he would haue either to liue sole Some make each Man two distinct soules to haue The Intellective and the Sensitive And that the Sensitiue the parents gave But the Creator the Intellective Others the soule doe of the same deprive For they the soule and Vnderstanding part Some make no difference but doe beleeue The Vnderstanding is the chiefest part Thus in Conceite they from each other start Some held opinioÌ„ Soules are bred in Heav'n And of the divine Nature portions are Deckt with al vertue by that Nature giv'n Togeather with al skill knowledge cleare Which in that nature ever doe appeare From whence they did descend to animate Mens bodies which by nature filthie were Which did those pure Soules so cotaminate That they those Skills vertues quite forgat So that they could not vse theÌ„ further foorth Then they were taught which made theÌ„ to suppose That what skill vertue or what other woorth The Soule bewrai'd was but a minding those It had in Heav'n and so knowes al it knoes So that the portions of the divine fire Be'ng wel neere queÌ„cht by Blood which theÌ„ orefloes Must be rekindled and made to aspire By Doctrine which the spirit doth desire Wheron they do coÌ„clude that sith the soule By entring in the Body most vncleane Is made prodigious and extreamely fowle To Heav'n caÌ„not returne be'ng so obscene Till it by Discipline bee purged cleane And decked with the rights of her Birth-right Which to regaine Instruction is the meane Or from the Body being parted quight They may be purg'd some saie though most vnright Now when we ballance al these Arguments In the sincere Scales of the Sanctuary Wee finde them viler then VVitts Excrements And lighter then the Skumme of Vanity For true it is The Blinde eates many a Fly But that Man hath a Soule none is so blinde But sees her almost with Eyes bodily And that shee 's endlesse the dymst Eyes of Minde By Natures dymest light may lightly finde God is a sp'rite the VVorld a Body is Both which in Man are plaine Epitomiz'd Of God hee 's Abstract in that soule of his And in his Corps the VVorld is close coÌ„priz'd As if the divine VVisedome had devis'd To bring into a Centers Center all His greatnesse that cannot be circuliz'd And the huge magnitude of the Earthes Ball For Microcosmos men Man fitly call Who in a Minute can the Earth surround And sincke vnto her Center then ascend And coÌ„passe with a trice the Heav'nly RouÌ„d Yea Heav'n Earth at once doth coÌ„prehend Not touching either But doth apprehend A thousand places without shifting place And in a moment ascend and descend To Heav'n Hell each of them embrace It selfe being compast in a little space This Man can doe without the Bodies aide Then must he doe it as a Man he is And in respect of his soule he is said To be a Man for by that Soule of his And onely by that Soule he acteth this Which seeth when the Bodies eyes be clos'd And when those Eyes bee ope oft sight doth misse It travels wheÌ„ the Body is repos'd And rests wheÌ„ as the same by Toile's dispos'd Th' external senses may loose all their pow'r If but the Instruments of them decay Yet Life and Reason may continue sure But Senses stay not if Life doe not stay And Life the soule doth stay or beare away The more the Corpes decaies so much the more The soule is strengthned which sick-men bewray Who when their Bodies are most weake and poore Their Minds reveale most strength and riches store Then it s a substance and no Qualitee For Qualities in Substances subsist TheÌ„ that which makes another thing to Bee No Quality can be but doth consist In its owne substance which doth sole exist Then sith a man 's a man that is to say A lyving Creature with right Reason blist He hath a soule that forms him doth sway Else were he but a livelesse Lumpe of Clay Which soule is Bodilesse else could it not Containe so many Bodies smal and great By some of which it would be over-shott For al this All were it much more coÌ„pleate In it may sit without place for
a Seate Yet doth our bodie bound it which is smal But wert a Corps it could not doe that feate For that which can containe Heav'n earth and all Which they containe cannot be corporall The more it hath the more it vvill receiue The more it holdes the more it doth desire The more things bee it best doth them conceaue VVhether they be distinct or els intire All which at once may in the Soule retire Without disturbing or annoying either All which t' effect doth such a Soule require That infinite had neede be altogither And in a sort the soule can bee no other We may in Minde conceaue anothers Minde Then that which can conceaue things bodylesse Can be no body though pure as the winde But meerely Sp'rituall which may haue egresse Into each Sp'rite and from thence make regresse Without those Sp'rites perceaving of the same Then must the substance that makes such accesse Bee immateriall in deede and name The soule therefore is of a sp'rituall frame Two formes at once of quite repugnant kinde No Matter can receaue but the soule can Black VVhite Fire Frost Moist Dry these place doe finde Without resistance in the soule of man Then soules wee see at Matter nere began Nay sith the lesse with Matter we doe mell The more we vnderstand it followes than That nought can more against the soule rebell Then matter which the soule doth hate as Hell For wer 't Materiall whereof i st made If of the Elements how give they sense That never Life since their creation had Much lesse then can they giue Intelligence In whom nor Life nor sense hath residence A Body's meerely Passive But the Sp'rite Is absolutely Active And from thence The Bodies Actions doe derive their might Or els no Limbe could stirr or wrōg or right And that the soule is an immortall Minde Not mortall like the Body doth appeere That whereas Time in his turnes vp doth winde The Bodies substāce which those turnes doe weare Yet can those motions the soule nothing steere But to more staidnesse they the same doe turne And make her more immortall as it were VVho like the Pow'r divine can Time adiorne Or make it stay or it quite overturne The Time past present or to come are all As to the soules sire present to the soule VVhich makes her matterlesse and immortall For that which can stay Time when he doth rowle Must be Divine nought else can Time controule Then Time is subiect to the soule wee see VVhich as his Sov'raigne him doth over-rule And though in Time the soule was made to Bee Yet shee makes Times turnes to her tunes agree Beside her Food doth her immortall make For mortall Creatures feede on mortall things As Beastes on Grasse and Beasts mens hunger slake But shee doth feede on Truth which truely bringes Immortall state without al varyings For Truth 's as free from al corruption As from Tymes Turnes restlesse alterings Thē sith the Soule doth feede on Truth alone It needs must be immortall in Reason What soule can doubt her immortality But such as is immortal for that doubt Doth rise frō Reas'ns discourse ingeniously Then if by Reason shee brought that about That souls are mortal That soul 's not without The pow'r of Reason who hath that pow'r Must needs be of that rare Coelestial Route Which Iron Teeth of Time cannot devoure For Reas'n made Time and past Time doth endure No Soule humane but covetts stil to Bee VVhich could not be if shee but mortal were VVhen shee lookes backe AEternitie to see Shee sees she cannot past beginnings beare But be'ng begun would faine past Time appeere Then how is it that Men are al so faine If Nature therevnto all doe not steere But how i st naturall if it be vaine And vaine it is if it doe nought obtaine If ever thou resolved wer't to dye Consider how thy Soule discoursed then Coulde shee perswade her selfe that shee must fly Sith shee was made of nought to nought agen And as Beastes died so did mortal Men Maugre thy soule while shee doth thus discourse Shee slipps from al Conclusions and doth ren Quite from her selfe by Natures proper force To weigh which way she wends free'd frō her Corse The damned Epicurean-Libertine At Deathes approach stirr'd vp by Natures might To Life immortall would his Soule resigne And in his soule resistlesse reasons fight To proue the soule immortal by Birth-right Doe what he can his Thoughts to pacifie Whiles they immortal striue to make his Spright He cannot for his soule them satisfie But they wil stil beleeve shee cannot die If one weake thought say thy soul 's but a Blast That with thy Breath is vapored to nought A stronger thought saith it doth ever last For nought can mortal be that hath that thought By Reason thus the soule is inly taught If wandring thoughts perswade that Soules depend On that which Nature in the Bodie wrought Domestick thoughts against those thoughts contend And say Soules Bodilesse can never end They came from God to him themselues they lift They mount as high as they dismounted bee Ev'n as a Fountaine doth her Current shift As high as it descended naturallie So Soules doe mount to him of whome they Bee Beastes know no more but natures partes externe But our soules into Natures secrets see Nay stay not there but they thereby doe learne VVho gaue them sight such secrets ◠to discerne Some say the Soule and Bodie are but one Because their outward Sense perceaues no more They might denie God too by like reason Because they see him not yet evermore They see his deedes for which we him adore Then let the actions of thy soule perswade Thy thoughts thou hast a soule let the lore Which God in her infus'd whē he her made Teach thee to know that thy soul cānot fade The soule consists not by the outward sense But by the soule the outward sense consists The outward sense hath no Intelligence VVhich in and by an Instrument subsists But as an Instrument sense her assists The sense can see a Fort but if w'inferre Men made the same and it the Foe resists This doth surmoūt the outward senses farre And doth conclude our soules aboue thē are Our Reason often giues our sense the lye Whē sense would misinforme th' Intelligēce For sense gaine-saies the Heav'ns pluralitie But Reason proues the same by consequence The Moone at full hath greatest light saith sense But Reason by cleere Demonstration Doth proue her then to haue least radience Then Reason by this illustration The soule not sense makes Her foundation The Sunn 's one hundred sixtie six times more Then the Earthes Globe in compasse but the sense VVith Tooth and Naile with-stands it evermore And saies nay sweares ther 's no lesse difference Then twixt the Center and
states deepe misteries And now directly prosecute the rest Touching the soules yet vntoucht faculties VVee varied where we toucht varieties Of dispositions of the soule and sp'rite In touching which vvee toucht these Policies Wherein the worldlie wise so much delight Because they tend to rule the VVorld aright The pleasures of the Minde as erst vvas said As farre surmount all pleasures corporall As the Minde doth the Bodie which is swai'd But by the Minde with svvaie Monarchicall Yet some base bodies keepe the Minde in thrall VVho doe s'extremely doate on fleshly ioies That they doe wish they had no minde at all That so they might not feele the Mindes annoies For those delights which Flesh and Sprite destroies These Men-beastes are as if they never were They burden but the Earth yet are too light VVho liue to lust yet streight away they weare Like Dew against the sunne in highest height With flesh-consuming fleshly fraile delight These senslesse spunges of Improbity Are full of pleasure but it is vnright For Gods hand squizeth out their iollitie And filâ— their Mindes with reall miserie The Minde her pleasures needs not intermit And then retake them as the senses must But changeth them as shee thinkes requisit Sometimes the iust for pleasures most vniust So changing Loue too oft to lothsome Lust Except the powre from whence the motion springs Be hindred by and so betrai'd in trust Some let in th' Organs vsd in her workings Which VVines excesse and sicknesse often brings But those impediments bee'ng tane away Shee like a River keepes her wonted course In motion still tiâ—l shee bee at a stay By some strong Damme yet doth her selfe enforce Stil gath'ring strength courage from her Sourse To breake away through all Impediments That so shee may imploy her wonted force Vpon the pleasures which her most contents Be they vaine Ioies or divine ravishments It then behoves vs to be wel advis'd What matter we propose vnto our minde Or good or ill or ill with good disguiz'd For if shee should therein a liking finde Shee will thereto be evermore inclin'de Like some pure virgins that nere knew the sport That men doe yeeld them in the kindest kinde Having once tasted it are all amort But when though damn'd they aâ—e at that disport If then we would cheere this ay-moving mind We must haue care that that be perfect good Which shee doth chew how different e're in kynd For corrupt Aliments breede corrupt blood And blood corrupted is Confusions flood But sensuall pleasures cannot please the Sense Without being cloied though they change their mood For SeÌ„se sometimes must hold theÌ„ in suspeÌ„ce To sett an edge the while on her dull'd sence Likewise the pleasures which we doe receave From Natures works haue much more force then those That we from Artificiall things conceaue For lett all Artes vnto our view expose What Arte it selfe in each kinde can disclose They bring satiety soone with the sight But who is cloi'd to see a flowred Close Hills Dales Brooks Meads VVoods Groues all daintie dight Sunne Moone and Starrs al in perfect plight For we being naturall doe best agree With things in nature no lesse naturall Yet to confesse a wel-know'n veritee Our often seeing these faire Creatures all Doth make the pleasure much lesse Cordial Herehence it is that we doe lesse admire The pow'r of that Hand supernaturall Which did this al with al these Faires attire And so not praise him as his workes require Yet if a Child confin'de t' a Dungeon deepe Vntil he had attained Manhoods yeares Should on a SoÌ„mers-day froÌ„ some high steepe Vpon a suddaine see these glorious Fayres His Eyes would ravisht be how ere his Eares For Eares should solac'd be aswell as Eyes With the melodious nimble-winged Quiers Nay I suppose such ioy would him surprise As he were plung'd in ioyes of Paradize But while he 's Dungeon'd let the expert'st Tonge yonge That able were to create Living wordes Paint out the Earth with quicke words great with And though that Fry againe like Spawne affords And ev'ry one had pow'r to pierce like Swords Into the nature of these Rarities To make him compreheÌ„d the highest Lords Inferior'st workes he could not well coÌ„prize The thousaÌ„dth part of grace which in theÌ„ lies As when a Man though with an Angells tongue Whilst we are Dungeon'd in this VVorld of vvo Tels vs of Heau'n and all that doth belonge Vnto the state of those that thitherâ— go With words that from a well of VVisdome flo Yet tells he not the hundred thousandth part Of that rare blisse which none on Earth can kno As good Soules wel perceave wheÌ„ heÌ„ce they part VVhich farr surmouÌ„ts the highest thoughts of Hart. But herein's faulty this Comparison To Mundane things is fixt satiety But those blest Things that are aboue the Sun Are priviledg'd from such deficiency For they are ful of all felicity The more they are beheld the more they may For they content Desires best-sighted Eye And please the more because that still they stay For true ioyes are compleate by their delay Aske that same third Heau'n-rapt Saint what hee saw Or what he heard when he was ravisht so Hee 'l tell you though most learn'd in sacred Law And no lesse learn'd each way he doth not kno The ioye thereof his Sense did so oreflo If then so great a Clark so pure a Saint Being but in the Heau'n two lofts belo Wants words the ioye there of aright to paint Who can the highest Heavens blisse depaint Thus the Affects of ioy and Griefe are giv'n By him that giues all onely to one end To weet his Glorie and desire of Heau'n Ioye to alure and Griefe th' Affects to bend From that which doth to Griefe and Horror tend Now then to runne through other strong Affects And to descend to Love that doth descend Which is a Passion powrefull in effects And chiefely the chief good by kinde respects When Iudgment hath alow'd a thing for good Shee foorth-with tenders it vnto the VVill Which doth embrace the same in ioyful moode Because it doth hir Soules desire fulfill And when that ioy conceav'd doth tarry still It s called Loue which doth the wil incline To simple good or good scarce toucht with ill Thus Loue is bredd or humane or divine Which in the soule like a faire Flame doth shine But Loue that hath respect to any thing Besides the goodnes of the thing belov'd Is rather doating which doth loathing bring WheÌ„ things therby desir'd are wel approv'd If God himselfe bee for his bounty lov'd And onely therefore who doth loue him so Doth loue him for his goodnes by him prov'd Yea for that goodnes which to him doth flo Not for that good which he cannot forego Who loveth vs for his owne goodnesse sake And for no good in vs for we have none We should
perswasion being strong Doe vveene they merit immortality Onely because forsooth they vse their Tongue To speake as they are taught or right or wronge If pride ascende the stage ô base ascent Al men may see her for nought comes thereon But to be seene and where Vice should be shent Yea made most odious to ev'ry one In blazing her by demonstration Then pride that is more then most vicious Should there endure open damnation And so shee doth for shee 's most odious In Men most base that are ambitious Players I loue yee and your Qualitie As ye are Men that pass time not abus'd And some I loue for painting poesie And say fell Fortune cannot be excus'd That hath for better vses you refus'd VVit Courage good-shape good partes and all good As long as al these goods are no worse vs'd And though the stage doth staine pure gentâ—e bloud Yet generous yee are in minde and moode Your Qualitie as faâ—â—e as it reproues The VVorld of Vice and grosse incongruence Is good and good the good by nature loues As recreating in and outward sense And so deserving praise and recompence But if pride otherwise then morally Be acted by you you doe all incense To mortaâ—l hate if all haâ—e mortally Princes much more Players they vilifie But Pride hath skil to vvorke on baser Skils For each Bagg-piper if expert he be Pride fils his Soule as he his Bag-pipe fils For he supposeth he and none but hee Should be advanc'd For what For Rogueree Hee can repine and say that men of partes Are not esteem'd Goe base Drone durtie Bee Rest thou in dung too good for thy deserts For durt to durt should goe and praise to Artes. Though no man can more willingly commende The Soule-reioycing sound of Musickes voice Faire figure of that blisse that nere shall end Which makes our sorrowing Soules like it reioice Yet at the best it s but a pleasure choise To make vs game vvhen wee are vvoe-begon It is too light graue Artes to counterpoise Then no cause is there to bee prowde thereon Albe't thou wert as good as Amphion Pride vvilt thou still be subiect to my Muse Be subiect to her stil and so to me But now shee should if shee did well refuse Longer to haue to doe vvith cursed Thee For shee hath found thee in the low'st degree The Hangman sav'd whose baâ—â—â—esse doth surpasse Yet he of London that detested He Whose hart is made of Flint and face of Brasse Of decollation brags but let that passe Then pride farewel base beastly pride farewel Or faâ—e farre worse then ill in worst degree Sith thou scorn'st not in such an hart to dwell That by the fruit liues of the Gallow tree Who wil not scorne now to be toucht by thee Sincke to Earthes Bowels from her burd'ned Brest For on the Earth thou canst no lower bee Sith Hell 's thy Spheare wher thou should'st ever rest For on the Earth thou mov'st but to vnrest Thus having past these Passions of the Soule That are as founts from whence the lesser flow We are arrived through faire waies and fowle Vnto the third VVombe situate below The Midrife where the growing pow'r doth grow But for it is so farre remov'd from thence From whence the Soule doth her arch-wonders show Namely the Seate of the Intelligence Wee 'l balke the same for its impertinence Referring it vnto Anatomists Who marke each Mortesse of the Bodies frame The Pynns the Tenons Beams Bolts VVindings Iists All which they marke when they doe it vnframe To these Crafts-masters I referre the same Suffizeth me to looke with my right Eye Though it dimme sighted be and so to blame Into the Seate of each soules facultie Fixt to VVitts wonder-working Ingeny Yet as I could I haue the Soule exprest If not with proper Coulors yet with such As doe distinguish her kinde from the rest Which Kind by kind in Beasts Plants doth couch But to paint her in each least part were much Philosophers haue beene to seeke heerein Although they sought but sleightly her to touch And haue through Error much abused bin VVhen her faire Picture they did but begin For Crates said there is no Soule at all But that by Nature Bodies moued be Hipparchus and Leucippus Fire it call With whom in sort the Stöickes doe agree A firie Sp'rite betweene the Atomee Democritus wil haue it and the Aire Some say it is the Barrell'd Cynick hee And with him others of another haire Doe thus depaint the soule and file her faire The soule say they is Aire the Mouth takes in Boil'd in the Lights and temp'red in the Hart And so the body it throughout doth rin This is the soule forsooth made by their Art Hippias would haue it water all or part Heliodorus held it earth confixt And Epicurus said it was a Namely a Sp'rite of Fire and Aire commixt And Zenophontes earth and water mixt Thus simple Soules they make the simple soule fowle Of simple Elements or els compound Meane-while they make her most faire creature And dimme her glorie which is most renownd Through mists of Ignorance which them surround Others of other substaunce weene it is For Critias with bloud doth it confound Hippocrates that went as wide as this Said t was a thin sprite spred through our Bodis Some Flesh would haue it with the senses vse Some the complexion of the Elements And Galen doth not much the same refuse For to an hot Complexion he assents For so 's the soule saith he and not repents Not that Complexion some say but abides In some point of it and those Continents They hold the Hart or Braine where it resides As Queene enthron'd and all the body guides Some Light would haue it as Heraclitus Others some thing tide to no certaine place But wholy present in each part of vs Which whether sprong froÌ„ the Complexions grace Or made by God yet they weene cleer's the case From Natures lap the same of force must fall Some others said a Quintessence it was Some an vnquiet Nature moving all A number some that it selfe moues it call The Caldees say it is a formelesse Force Which nerthelesse al forms doth appreheÌ„d And Aristotle doth him selfe inforce To make the same vpon the Corpes depend For these his words do sort out to that end It is saith he an high perfection Of bodie that lifes powre doth comprehende Which vnderstanding giues it sense motion This in effect is his description Plato surnam'd divine affirm'd it is A divine substance which it selfe doth moue Indu'd with vnderstanding He doth misse Lesse then the rest though Truth doth all reproue And Senec saith the soule is farre aboue The knowledge of the most intelligent Which speech of his Lactantius doth approue Thus doe they all about the soule dissent Aswell
thought VVhat shouldst thou doe with that that 's good for nought Let theÌ„ go waite on Byshops to whose See They doe belong but let the Prince be free VVilt thou be Servant to the common Trash That often leaves their Master in the lash Or spend thy VVitte and Sp'rits for such Riffraffe And so consume the Corne to saue the Chaffe VVilt thou orewhelme thy selfe in all anoy That they may swime aloft in Seas of Ioy VVhat wilt thou place thy pleasure in thy paine And make thy Subiect be thy Soveraigne Wilt loose thy roiall sole prerogatiue To make vngrateful base Bash rags to thriue O be indulgent to thine owne deere Hart And of Heav'ns blessings take a blisful part Doe not depriue thy selfe of that rare blisse That vnto none but thee peculier is And here vpon the sodaine great mishap I found my selfe in Oxford my loues lap Where thinking seriously vpon this thing I heard some say God saue king Iames our King And therewithal I heard a Trumpets clang That in an vnison that Dittie sang Then did I more admire what I had seene But griev'd I had so double lost the Queene And grieu'd no lesse sith I saw not the rest Of that wherein I held me highlie blest Had I so blessed bin t' haue seene th' event I should haue thought my time divinely spent But as I cannot now diuine vvhat shal Vnto this Land orewhelm'd in blisse befal So wil I not suspect the worst for why God onely good keepes good Kings company JOHN DAVIES To the Right Ho. and most most Reverend Father in God my Lord Archb. of Canterb. his grace THou temp'rate Soule that holdst promotion To be but Vertues meede and vertuouslie Dost higher prize the Soules devotion Proceeding from the low'st humilitie Passion-suppressing wel-disposed spirit Cleere glasse wherein true Pastors may behold The hall'wed life that heaven doth inherit Whose praises Glorie writes in liquid gold O helpeful harmelesse vertuous virgin Priest O louing tender-harted gaullesse Doue O that Arte could in thy praise so insist As answere might the measure of my loue But for my loue herein surmounts my skill Accept this poore show of my rich good-will I. D. To the most gracious Prince the Duke of Lennox c. FOr no respect great Lord but for the loue I owe to grace and greatnesse ioin'd in one Doth my weake Pen her strongest vertue proue To graue thy name vpon this paper-stone That if it chance the turnes of Time to brooke Which grinde to pouder all produc'd in Time Thy Name at least which is my most may looke Like to it selfe in my hard-fauour'd Rime If voice of those that loue the voice diuine Bee true the truth whereof none ought to doubt Thou like the Moone among heav'ns laÌ„ps dost shine While Sol thy Sov'raigne goes the Globe about Long maist thou as he doth giue light to all That pleas'd or pain'd doe foote this earthy Ball. I. D. To the R. Honorable and highly valued Lord the Earle of Northumberland c. WHo cannot raigne in height of lofty stile That hath so high a subiect for the same As thy heroicke worth and glorious name Is abiect nay then abiect farre more vile Magnificke thoughts to think on thoughts doth mouÌ„t Aboue the spheare of common intellect The thought of thy thoughts causeth this effect Which maks my towring thoughts theÌ„selus surmouÌ„t I thinke of thee and them as of those things That moue to rest in honors highest Spheare Sith vertue is the scale the same to reare Which wil make thee as neere as deere to kings As long great Lord as Vertue guideth thee Thou shalt be blest of God King State and me I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of VVorcester c. WErt thou most noble Lord a scurge to me Plagueing my misses vvith an Iron Rod Yet vvould I in my hart still honor thee For though he punish me I honor God Thou dost hurt no man simplie for his harme But as the Surgeon doth his hurt to heale Would wounded or diseased states did swarme With no worse Surgeons for their Common-weale I honor thee for that vvhich God himselfe Doth honor Men that is for drawing neere To his great goodnesse not for Port or Pelfe I honor thee for that deere Lord and deere Shal such be to me for their vertue sake Though I thereof no vse at all doe make I. D. To the Right right Honorable the Earle and Countesse of Rutland FOr infinite respectes to thee ' sweete Lord My Muse doth consecrate these zealous lines Which is the All her nothing can afford Serving for nothing but for true loues signes To thee that do'st enioy fruite of his loines From whoseworsts parts proceeded nought but good Whose weakest vvorths brake Envies strongest foines These lines I send and to his deerest blood Sweete couple that haue tasted sweete and sowâ—e The sweetest potion worldly weale can taste O let each others sweetes that gaull devoure Which with this sowre VVorlds sweetes is interlac't And that you may doe so your vnknowne yours Will praie so you vouchsafe to call him ours I. D. To the Right Honorable Earle of Cumberland Neptunes vice-gerent Sea-controling Spirit That makes her pay thee tribute and thy land Of which thou dost therefore great honor merit And worthy art thou on both to command So long thou hast the Northen-pole regarded That nature now hath made that pole thine head So lookes are with what was lookt for rewarded Then by his light let thy course still be led If so thy fame the world inviron shall For his light leades to glory infinite Then eie him well and his staid motions all Yea draw as neere him as is requisite So Fame thy name will on the Skies enrole So shalt thou honor'd be by this North-Pole I. D. To the Right Noble and intirely beloved Earle of Southamtonâ— c. WElcome to shore vnhappy-Happie Lord From the deepe Seas of danger and distresse Where like thou wast to be throwne over boord In every storme of discontentednesse O living Death to die when others please O dying Life to live how others will Such was thy case deere Lord such al thine ease O Hell on Earth can Hell more vex the VVill This Hell being harrowed by his substitute That harrowed Hell thou art brought forth froÌ„ theÌ„ce Into an Earthly Heaven absolute To tast his sweetenesse see his excellence â— Thy Liege well wotts true Loue that soule must wouÌ„d To whom Heav'ns grace His doth so abound I. D. To the Right Noble and no lesse learned then iudicious Lord VVilliam Earle of Pembrooke c. DEere Lord if so I could I would make knowne How much I longe to keep thee still alive These Lines though short so loÌ„g shal be thine owne As they have pow'r Vitality to giue I consecrate this Myte of my devotion To the rich Treasurie of thy deere fame Which shal serve though nought else worth as a Notion For Tyme to sever
in truth and equitie But pious Augustine canonized For piety saith there are certaine lies VVhereof no great offence is borne or bred Yet are not faultlesse in which leasings lies That lie which Kings for common good devise Hence may we see how much deprav'd we are VVhen Kings sometimes must faine and temporise For their estate and common-wealthes welfare VVhich would fare ill if they should it forbeare VVho note withall It breedeth small regard To bee too lavish of their presence when Among the commons it might well be spar'd For Maiestis like Deity in Men VVhen wee it see as farre as wee can ken Yet policie the proppe of waightie States VVould haue them present with all now and then As well to comforte as to cease debates Both which their harts to true loue captivates It tels them other Documents among That who so bridles their felicitie Shall better governe it and hold it long For Temp'raunce ioined with Authoritie Makes it resemble sacred Deitie It bids them loue the learned with effect VVho can with lines their liues historifie That ay shall last and their renownes erect As high as Heav'n maugre humane defect And here I cannot wonder though I would Sufficiently at these guilt times of ours VVherein great Men are so to money sold That Iupiter himselfe in golden Showres Wil basely stand to gather while it powres Mars scornes Minerva gibes at Mercurâ— He better likes Venerian Paramoures Greatnâ—sse regards not Prose or Poesie But weenes an Angell hath more Maiesty Artes perish wanting praise and due support And when want swaies the Senses Common-weale VVitts vitall faculties wax al amort The Minde constrain'd the Bodies want to feele Makes Salves of Earth the Bodies hurt to heale Which doe the Mind bemire with thoughts vnfitt HeÌ„ce come those dull Conceipts sharp witts reveale Which nice Eares deeme to come froÌ„ want of witt When want of wâ—alth indeede is cause of it How many Poets like Anatomies As leane as Death for lacke of sustenance Complaine poore Staruelings in sadd Elegies Of those whom Learning onely did advaunce That of their wants haue no considerance What Guift to Greatnesse can lesse welcome be Then Poems though by Homer pend perchaunce It lookes on them as if it could not see Or from them as from Snakes away wil flee What 's this to me thinkes he I did not this How then to me should praise thereof pertaine Thou hitt'st the Marke deere Sir yet dost misse For though no praise for penning it thou gaine Yet praise thou gett'st if thou that Pen sustaine That can eternize thee in Deathes despight And through it selfe thy grossest humors straine So make them pure at least most pure in sight Which to Posterity may be a light In common policy great Lords should give That so they may though great much more receaue The more like God the more they doe relive And the more VVriters they aloft doe heave The more renowne they to their Race doe leaue For with a droppe of ynke their Penns haue pow'r Life to restore being lost or life bereave Who can devour Time that doth all devoure And goe beyonde Tyme in lesse then an how'r Where had Achilles fame bin longe ere this Had not blind Homer made it see the vvay In Parchas â—pight to all eternities It had with him long since bin clos'd in Clay Where had AEneas name found place of stay Had Virgills verse of it no mention made It had ere this bin drown'd in deepe decay For without memory Names needes must vade And memory is ay the Muses Trade But how can these Daughters of Memory Remember those of whom they are dispis'd They are not Stocks that feele no iniurie But sprightly quicke and wondrous wel adviz'd Who though with loose Lines they are oft disguis'd Yet when they list they make immortal lynes And who soere by those lines are surpriz'd Are made eternal they and their Assignes Or wel or ill as Poesy defines Leaue we to vrge poore Poets iust complaint Sith they are deafe that should redresse the same That Policy we may yet better paint And consecrate more lines vnto her name That learnes our Pen her laudes by lines to frame Shee would that Government should never dy Which is the Rodd of Circes which doth tame Both Man and Beast if ledd by Policy And tends to perfect Mans Societie Shee teacheth Kinges to giue and take no vvrong One gettes Revenge Contempt the other gaines All gainfull Leagues she would haue lengthn'd long And not to warre vntill iust cause constraines For Iustice prospers VVarres and Thrones sustaines No Secrets nor no publike governments To Clawbacks or to those that scrach for gaines Shee would have shar'd for badd are all their bents And evermore doe ruyne governments In such is neither truth to God or King Therefore shee would have such aloofe to stand As farre at least as a bent brow can fling Them from the Sov'raigne or a straight command These bitter baneful weeds doe spil the Land But to the tried trusty she would haue The Sov'raignes favoure constantlie to stand For with their losse they seeke the whole to saue To whome like Fathers they themselues behaue Shee tells the Kinge that Treason gathers strength Extreamly in his weakenesse and requires That it be cut short ere it gathers length And level that that out of course aspires Shee chargeth Kinges to quench their vaine desires Of vaine expence without the Commons charge Lest it enflame Rebellions quenchlesse fires Which oft such large expence doth much inlarge Who oft the same vpon the King discharge Shee wils that holsome Lawes should be ordain'd Bereaving Kings of pow'r t' infringe the same For if their Crownes are by the Lavves sustain'd They should not breake the Props lest al the Frame Should fal to their confusion and shame That of Reteyners shee would have obseru'd Else most Ignobles in a Nobles name Wil let Lawes course which should be safe reseru'd And wrack the Poore which law would haue coÌ„serv'd And as the Law should governe Maiestrates So should the Maiestrates the People sway The Governours are living Lavves in States And a dumbe Maiestrate the Lavve is ay As Bodies Reason and the Soule obay So States should Law and Maiestrates by right For Law is Reason keeping all in Ray By which the wise themselues doe guide aright And Vulgares have it from Law-givers light She bidds the Sou'raigne take heede how he heares Much lesse embrace th' advice of selfe Conceipt For such Conceipt hath neither Eyes nor Eares To heare or see another but doth waite Vpon her selfe admiring her owne height In cases doubtfull it is dangerous T'admitte light Councells for for want of weight T' wil make the case to be more ponderous The whilst such Councells prove Aereous For it s oft seene that Publike Policie Occurrs with matters
loue resembles that of Seraphins VVho burne in loue of the extremest Good And makes Men like the sacred Cherubins Still priviledg'd from outward charge whose moode Is stil t' attend on LOVES Trin-vnion-hood This loue this beauty Loue of vertuous thiâ—gs Whose beauty flowes from divine beauties Flud Doth make Men Gods among the mighti'st Kings And Kings with highest God in high'st dwellings Goodnesse is Beauties Mother and true Loues Beauty and loue are both bred in one VVombe Then loue and beautie stil it much behoues To tend to Goodnesse as vnto the Tombe That must at last for ever them enwombe But there are diverse loues and beauties mo According to the creatures all or some Proceeding from that LOVE and BEAVTY who Sheds both on things aboue and things belo Fowre special beauties Goodnesse hath created The first is that whereby the Minde and sp'rite Hath VVit and Vnderstanding in them seated The second them adornes with Knowledge bright That mounts the Minde to Contemplations height The third in seede preserving mortall things The last in corp'rall things that sense delight Science the Soule to Contemplation brings But her to things materiall Fancie flings Yet did the soule but weigh hovv shee is bound To her Creator for his matchlesse loue Shee would from thence by Reason soone rebound And wholy stil contemplate things aboue For this his loue requitlesse doth approue He gaue her beeing meerely of free grace Before shee VVas or could his mercie moue Then if shee loue him her loue is but base Compar'd with his that made her what shee waâ— VVho giues a Guift much more affection shoes Then the Receaver for it can bewray The giver giues beeing free to giue or choose But the Receaver's bound to loue alway Yet if the giver giues to th' end to pray It s not of Loue but Lucre loth'd of Loue GOD cannot giue so in whom all doth stay But Men giue thanks for Blessings which they proue And God thereby to giue them more doe moue Such loue in giver and receiver both Is meerely merc'nary corrupt and base VVhich hatefull loue the Lord of loue doth loth And from such lovers turnes his loving face As from false Hypocrites abusing grace But true loves scope is in a gracious moode To loue all those that Mercie shoulde embrace Respecting nought but to streame foorth the flud Of goodnesse which it hath for others good For loue is free and freely would be lov'd It s actiue like a Flame in operation Saue that like fire it is not vpwardes mou'd But doth descende by Reasons computation For such descent on Reason hath foundationâ— The Sire doth loue the Sonne more then the Sonne Doth loue the Sire because by generation Part of the Sire into the Sonne doth runne But no part of the Sonne in Sire doth wonne Sith loue in nature stil doth thus descende God loues man more then Man his God can loue For Man proceedes from God who is his ende But God from Man likewise cannot remoue For Man is finite and in God doth moue This made him loue Men when they were his foes And for their loues a world of woe did proue Therefore hee 's Fount of Loue whence all loue floes Which loues for hate and hate doth loue-dispose Now how to loue this VVell of loue the more Loue doth direct by kindling the Desire Truely to know and minde it evermore Both which so sets the soules frame all on fire That it is made one flame of loue intire The more wee know it it the more wee minde The more wee minde it it wee more require The more we seeke the more wee it doe finde And being found it quite doth lose the Minde For then the Mindes no more that which it was For to this loue it 's transubstantiate To weeteâ— as neere as loue can bring to passe It s ev'n the selfe-same thing immaculate And like this LOVE this loue doth contemplate Reiecting all that would inveagle it To loue ought els and stil doth meditate To loue nought els and bends all powres of wit To make it selfe for this Loue onely fit Thus Sinners may turne Seraphins by Loue wounding with Loue-shafts Gods hart pure alone So as the ones hart so the others moue As twixt them aâ— there were no Hart but one This is to lye next the chiefe Corner-stone In the Church-militant Triumphant rather For God and man this Loue doth â—o attone As doth nay more then loue doth Sonne and Father For loue makes both intire still altogether For Loue doth graue though in an Hart of Brasse The forme of the Beloued in the Hart So that a Lovers Hart is like a Glasse Where the Belou'd is seene in ev'râ— part So in Gods Hart w' are graven by Loves Arte And in our harts Loue doth his forme ingrave Thus interchang'd we eithers forme impart To others liking by the Loue we have And make the Hart the Lodge it to receave The ende or scope of loue is to vnite The faster therefore it conglutinates Two harts or of them makes an vnion right So much the more her vertue shee elates And perfectly her kinde effectuates Then Loue in God in whom Love perfect is His vertue so to man participates That they become one through that loue of his For Man partakes his Image and his Blisse But man meere Chaos of extreame Defect Doth loue but loveth onely in desire He longs perhapps to loue with al effect That God and he thereby might be intire Whereto his leaden loue would faine aspire From which desire proceeds a pleasant paine Pleasant in that it setts the soule on fire With loue so good And paine it breeds again For that it hath not what it would haue fain But what is lacking in Mans loue the same God doth supply out of his boundlesse loue And makes MaÌ„s loue therby a working flame Which to presse through al Pressures stil doth prove And towards God her Spheare doth ever move This Flame doth melt the marrow of the Sp'rite Making it liquid sooner to remove In 't Mercies Mould where it s reform'd aright And made intire with LOVE true loues delight For when the lover loues himselfe no more But the Beloved in whom he abides Or if he loue himselfe it is therefore To weet for that he in his loue resides Then Loue is pure at high'st pitch besides But such high Raptures are too rarely found In fraile humanity that on Earth bides Though loue the Soule therfore perhaps may wound Yet stil t' wil be to the owne Body bound How shal I end with everlasting Loue To ease my Reader tir'd with heavy lines Vnto this Labarinth of Loue I prove The Author LOVE no comming out assignes Yet rest I may though it my Muse confines As Zeuxis drue a vaile with curious skill Ore that hee wanted skill t' expresse by Lines So I the like in Loue must now
prevent they seeke aloft to clime VVhich to effect make coÌ„scieÌ„ce of no crime For feare of evill though of ill to come Doth grieue the minde as if it present vvere Cold feare and griefe then Reason so benumme That it feeles nothing but cold griefe and feare This colde made hot by Ire which it doth steere Becomes hell fire which like a quenchlesse flame Consumeth all it toucheth or comes neere And leaues nought els behinde but lasting blame So Feare turn'd Fury Man doth all vnframe For as in nature things that are most cold Made hot are most extreame hot like the Fire So Feare most cold by kind yet if it should Bee chaf'd vncessantly with Hate and Ire T' would be more hot then all fires made intire For Man is more out-ragious wilde and wood In Passions heate then Passion can desire No Beast is halfe so fell in maddest moode As Man when Furie sets on fire his bloud From which fire flie out Sparkles through his eies VVho stare as if they would their holdes inlarge The Cheekes vvith boiling Choler burning rise The mouth doth thundring Canon-like discharge The fire which doth the Stomacke overcharge The teeth doe grating one another grind The fists are fast in motion to giue charge The Limbes doe tremble feete no footing find But stampe or stand vnconstant as the VVinde Which hellish Passion from Offence proceedes But all offence proceedes not to the same Offence the Mother is that Anger breedes But not it selfe in nature nor in name Ne can they bee confounded vvithout blame For thinges offend vs oft which haue no sense With vvhich vve cannot angrie be for shame For that must haue like vs Intelligence VVhich can to Ire provoke our patience For Ire's a vehment motion of the Hart Stirr'd vp by trespasse scorne or such like ill Offred vnto vs wâ—olie or in part Which in the high'st degree offends our will For which we would revenge in hast fulfill For each one rates himselfe by the Assise Of selfe-conceipt by him conceaved still From that great good which he weenes in him lies Which none as he supposeth should despise The more therefore a Man himselfes esteemes The more and sooner he to Ire is mou'd Because that so great worth's despis'd he deemes For which hee rageth as from wit remov'd Then Rage to Rancor easily is shou'd VVhich is an Anger most inveterate By Charitie and Reason most reprou'd And God and good-men mortallie doe hate Therefore to bee eschu'd as reprobate For Rancor is so fell and violent That ioint by ioint the Soule it rudely rends Forgetting Iustice and the Innocent God man sex age good bad or foes or friends For this all these indiff'rently offends Then who consults with such a Councellor That Argumentes with tooth and naile defends Shall bee of all but Fiendes an iniurer For sure the Div'l's in such a Coniurer VVhose furie is inflam'd so with desire To wreake it selfe on that which it enflames That on it selfe it brings confusion dire And oft with suddaine death her subiect shames Heav'n Earth and Hell and all therein shee blames Nay railes against if they wreake not her wronge And for her selfe an Hell on Earth shee frames To wreake it on herselfe if shee be long Barr'd from Revenge for which her Soule doth long VVhich is a motion of the Hart then vvhich None can be more immane or violent VVhich turnes froÌ„ that which doth it roughly tuch And seekes to quell the same incontinent Or on the cause to inflict punishment Here-hence it is some ireâ—ull men are pale Because the bloud returnes from whence it went VVhose harts haught-courage so doth ore exhale That they dare doe what not come Blisse or Bale But commonly the bloud doth not returne As to the Heart it doth in Griefe and Feare But in the face in furie it doth burne And all the Spirits it enflameth there As if no more vvithin the Body vvere The bloud and sp'rits inflam'd the braine ascend VVhich they confusedly distracted stere For how so ere heate may the Heart offend The Minde doth rest if heate it not transcend No otherwise then as a man that drincks More then a man yet if it not ascendes Vnto the braine no man him druncken thinkes Nor is he drunke though drinke his belly rends So though the heart an hell of beate offendes Yet beeing still vvithin the heart confin'd The soule vvithin the braine her worke attendes Without disturbing of the VVit or Minde Who wonted freedome in the braine doe finde But giue Men wit at vvill nay vvisedome too If possibly men furious might be vvise And put exceeding Anger therevnto All 's to no purpose for all in it lies As fat in fier which to nothing fries Moue but their choller once and all 's on â—lame That should them coldly any vvay aduise For when the soule by heate is out of frame Her Iudgement must be blinde and Actions lame So that in true effect the furious Man Is good for nought for nought is all as good But to blaspheme and raue and rayling ban And make good men amazed at his moode God sheild I should be any of this broode Yet must I to my shame for shame confesse Because it s seene what humor haunts my bloud That Anger to my heart hath oft accesse Against my will which faine would it suppresse He is mine arch foe gainst whom still I fight And though I bee to weake and he to strong Yet fight I will and aie in his dispight I will refraine my hands much more my Tonge Both vvhich in wrath are apt to offer wronge Heav'n helpe me to subdue this hellish Ire And all that doth or shall to it belong So with the drops of grace quench out this fire That to my heart it neuer more aspire Yet let me coldly speake in praise of Heate VVhich be'ng temp'rate yeeldes most sweete effects For Choler makes the VVitt and Courage great Yea makes the Hart abound with kinde Affects And abiect humors vtterly reiects In the best Natures commonly it s plac'd By Natures finger for these kinde respects And if with fury it be not disgrac'd It should by al meanes by all be embrac'd How like to liuelesse Logges some Dastards are Whose witt Courage are quite drown'd in Fleame VVho though wrongs prick their Harts yet stil they fare As they vvere either dead or in a dreame Nothing shal moue them be it nere s'extreame Heare they their freÌ„ds deprau'd though nere so dear Nay heare they Fiends the Highests name blaspheÌ„e They dare not speake a vvord for them for feare VVhat vse of such that such base-mindes doe beare For as a little fire vvhen we are cold Doth vs but little good and be'ng too great Doth warme vs otherwise then fier should But being moderate it so doth heat As neither letts vs coole nor makes vs sweat So
hereafter bee Touching this Land I did predominate Looke in these VVaues quoth shee and see her fate But I yet fearing lest by some delusion I might be drawne to drowne me in conclusion Did backward seeme to doe this later heast Though in the premisses I seemed blest Then shee as seeing with immortall eyes The mortall feare that did my Soule surprise Skipt from the VVater to the verdant Shore And tooke me by the hand and cheer'd me more Her touch mee thought sent to my soule such ioy As quite expell'd whâ—t erst did it annoy That hand mee seem'd I kist with reverence Which yeelded sense-reviving redolence I held it fast and swai'd it as I would For shee encourag'd me and made me bold VVhen to my selfe I wisht I had had might T' haue swaid or staid it when it once did write VVhen it did shaking write Elizabeth Name giving Life to be a name of Death I often haue held hands while I haue taught Those hands to write as handsomely they ought But had I held her hand then when it was I would haue taught her hand all hands to passe In love-procuring skill and when shee wrate Elizabeth great R. abridging date Of Life and Name shee should haue written thus Live live great R for dying oft for vs. And though shee had in Earth no interest Now frëed from it by eternall rest Yet was my soule mee thought extreamely glad So to converse with her immortall Shade And to my selfe I said with submisse voice If Princes Shades our Spirits so reioyce What will their SubstaÌ„ce where they please to grace That in the Soule must needes haue greater place Arise quoth shee because the VVater's deepe And thou perhapps dost feare therein to peepe Come follow mee to yonder shadie Grove VVhich Zephirus doth gentlie breathing moue Vpon the further side of this greene Meade There shalt thou see what shall thy Fancy feede Then vp I sprange with rare agilitie Which gaue me pow'r me thought with her to flie As swift as thought to that designed place And there she laid me downe with sweete embrace VVhich so entranc'd me as a while I laie Engulf'd in ioy yet all the while did praie That the Catastrophe of this sweete Scene Might answere the beginning and the meane Shee feeling with her hand my Pulse to beate As one whose Soule did seeke to shift her Seate Shee chafte my Temples which did showring raine The liquid Pearle which oft proceedes of Paine And with a loving checke shee did controule The Passion of my over-passion'd Soule I am quoth shee no Soule-confounding Fiend Assuming Angells forme for wicked end But come to grace thee gracelesse forlorne Man VVith divine favours why dost feare me than VVhereto with trembling Tongue I made reply I feare thee not sense-mazing Maiestie But the delight my silly Soule conceaues For this high grace my soule of sense bereaves VVell then I coniure thee in Loue quoth shee That thou feare not But marke what thou shalt see No sooner these sweete words accented were But in our presâ—nce livelie did appeare A Ladie of a most maiesticke state Cladd like a VVorld-commanding Potentate VVith all that might obiect prosperitie To VVâ—tt or Observations Eagles Eye On whom attended two still-striving Dames In manners diverse diverse too in frames The one still eyde the Mould with downe-cast looke In blacke invested in her hand a Booke Her Brest close-clasped vp vnto the Chin That no lascivious Eye might prie therein A Cipers vaile ore-canapide her face Where vnder shone a VVorld of modest grace Nothing about her was superfluous And nothing wanting fitte for Natures vse I tooke her for some VVorld-despising Dame VVhose conversation was not in the same The other was the true Arch-tipe of that Which Men for Levitie doe wonder at Neere to her Body shee fantasticke ware A thinne vaile of Carnation coulor'd ware On which with Starrs of gold embost was drawne As t' were an vpper Smock of purest Lawne Which seem'd as if a Silver Cloude had spredd Over the face of Phoebus blushing redd Vpon all which shee ware a Gabberdine For forme as strange as for stuffe â—ich and fine To which ther was a certaine kinde of Traine Which vselesse was turn'd vp threefold againe The VVings wherof where her Armes out were let were of pure gold with Smarags thicke besett So were the verges of it sett with stone As costlie as the VVhores of Bâ—bilon On either side from her Armes to her VVast It was vnsow'd and made with Buttons fast Of orient Pearle of admirable size Which loopes of Azur'd silke did circulize So as yee might betweene the Buttons see Her smocke out-â—â—ft to show her levitee The Sleeves whereof were meanely large yet so As to the handes it lesse and lesse did gro About whose wrists being gath'red in fine pleates It was made fast vvith orient Bracëlets Of Pearle as bigge as Plumbes and intermixt VVith other Iemmes of diuers hues tranâ—fixt Which ore her hands hunge as superfluously As like the rest shee ware most combrously Morisco-wise her Garment did orehang Her Girdle set with stone and many a spang VVhich nerethelesse could not be seene at all By reason of that Robes orefolding fal Saving that when the VVinde blew vp the same It might be seene like lightnings sodaine flame This Garment though it were but too too long Yet too too short or short'st of all it hunge Her nether Vesture strecht but to her calfe Yet lower rought then that aboue by halfe For shee the vpper tuckt and trebl'd so As like a Vardingale the same did sho Vpon her legges shee ware a Buskin fine Of stuffe that did like cleerest Amber shine Downe halfe vvay folded vvith a Brouch below Which on the shinne shee rightly did bestovv Her nether smockes or smock-like Petticotes Each gale of winde a loft in Aier flotes Which she assisted vvith prompt reddynesse Glad of so good a coulor as I guesse To show the coulor of her skinne below Which scarse the Smocks of modest Matrones know Her Brest lay open almost to the VVast That by the eie men might be drawne to taste The bitter sweetes vvhich in her did abound For beautie through the eie the heart doth wound Her Pappes vvere varnisht ore with shining stuffe To giue the Sight a lustie counterbuffe Twixt whom there hung a Iewell of rare Iemmes That the eie dazl'd with resplendant beames About her Necke a chaine of Pearle shee ware That to her Brest did couer all the bare Saving that here and there yee might espie A dy-like Square of polisht Ivorie Her Ruffe or what you vvill about her Necke Was cut and keru'd the more the same to decke And in the cuts betweene the foldes did lurke Frogs Flies Snakes Spiders al of Gold-smithes work So liuely made as that the sight wouâ—d sweare They were aliue for each did seeme to steere Vpon the hemme vvhereof did looslie hange Many a glitt'ring siluer-golden spang Which with the
motion of her bodie light Did twinckling seeme like starres in winters night Her face though faire vvas painted cunninglie VVhich trebl'd beautie to bewitch the eie In center of her forehead which did shine As if the same had beene all christalline Betweene rare Pearles disposed all in fret A rich coruscant Rubie in was let Vpon the verge of whose gold-stayning haire Illustrious Saphires ev'nly ranked vvere Saving that here and there â—â—owde Pompe did place Great pointed Diamonds to giue them grace Her haire though faire yet was it made to line A curled Periwicke of Haire more fine Not haire but golden wire drawne like the Twist The Spider spins with her vnfing'red fist Behind the rest was so in tramells folded Which precious Pearle and Rubies rich infolded That all like speckl'd Snakes in Knots was vvound And ev'ry one with diverse flowres crownd Her gate was painefull tripping on the Toes As if Desire should say lo there shee goes Shee stood as if she stood vpon no ground But on some water-waue that made her bound For novv shee sinckes on this legge then aloft Vpon that other shee advanced oft And no lesse oft shee would cast dovvne her eie Vpon her Ivory paps and vvantonly Shee seem'd to smile on beauty without peere To dravv all vvanton eies to note it there In summe shee vvas such as Voluptusnesse With all her coulors cannot well expresse These damsels straue as erst I said to gaine The loue of her that vvas their Soveraigne Who seem'd to each indiff'rently dispos'd But after much a doe their strife shee clos'd With this decree that vvho her most could moue By Reasons force should bee her leefest Loue. Then Vertue lo for so it seem'd shee vvas With modest looke and favour full of grace Began to tune her tongue vnto that eare VVhich shee desired to her to indeere Quoth shee deere Albion so I knew her name That first of all into our presence came If thou wilt me imbozome I vvill make Both Heav'n and Earth to loue thee for my sake Thy conscience I wil calme and in thy brest Thou shalt perceaue the heav'n of heav'ns to rest Thine vnderstandings eie shal bee as bright As that faire eie that al the VVorld doth light Al Nations shal doe homage vnto thee As vnto her that giues them eies to see Thou shalt reduce to thine obedience Without the Sword the Earthes circumference The wisemen of the East shal come from farre Drawne by thy grace led by thy vertues staâ—re And offer thee Gold Mirrh and Frankensence And what els may delight thy Soule or sense Thou shalt haue powre to crush the crownes of kings And with their neighbors swords to clip their wings If they shal rise against thee in their pride So keepe them downe and yet thy hands vndide God and the VVorld though it be nere so il Shal hold those curst that doe resist thy will For thou shalt nothing wil but what is good As long as thou and I be one in moode I wil breake ope Heav'ns gates with might maine And on thy head shal Blessings powre amaine Yea to thy comfort it shal wel appeare That al desir'd increase shal crowne each yeare The golden daies of peaceful Salomon Shal ever waite thy blessed yeares vpon The sea shal yeeld thee from her liquid VVombe VVhat shal enrich thy poore and basest Groome Thy Mountaines shal with cattell stil be crown'd The whiles the Vales with corne shalâ— ore-abound Thy Sonns Daughters shal yeeld comfort to thee That whilome did indevour to vndoe thee Thy young-men shal see Visions thine Old Shal dreame dreames by which things shal be foretold That shal concerne thy good in times future And that prevent which may thine Ill procure Angels shal guard thy walles and on thy strand In legions they shal lie as thicke as Sand To keepe thy Fo-men from assailing thee In Battaile rang'd by Heav'ns Divinitie Thy Schools shal yeeld thee Saints which shal direct In Life and Doctrine whatsoever Sect. Thy Citties like Bee-hives shal stil containe Men as Bees busie for the Common gaine All idle Drones that live by others sweate They shal cassiere or not allow them meate There shal no Begger in thy Streets be found Nor cries of wretches at thy Gates shal sound But with the foizone of Heav'ns blessings all By means of me their Baskets fill they shall Thy Peeres shal striue for peace who shal be In Vertue not in State in highst degree There shal be no Contention in thy Body Which heretofore hath made thy meÌ„bers bloudy The Poole of Grace shal overflowe thy Land Glyding in Christall streames on Pearly Sand. The Horrors that consort the hateful Crue Shal never come so neere as in thy view No humane quarters shal oretopp thy Gates For seeking to ore toppe thy Maiestrates No Heading Hanging Burning or the like Shalt need to vse ne with the Sword to strike Those that doe weare good Swords but to badd ends For all shal liue in peace like loving friends The Worde Oppression much lesse shall the deede Be never heard where all are well agreede Each one shal know his place and in the same Shal laboure to preserve an honest name One Hart one Hand one Faith one Soule Mind Shal al thy People in one Body binde Thou shalt not neede to feare the Chamber-scapes The sinnes gainst Nature and the brutish Rapes Which with the godlesse Nations are too rife For ev'rie Man shal have his lawful VVife Which dulie in an vndefiled Bedd Shal gett right Members for their vpright Head Thou shalt not neede to pinch thy Peoples Purses And so incurre thereby thy Commons curses Or money Bladders seeke in Seas of Bloud To beare thee vp from sincking in that Floud For thou shalt haue Exchequers richly stor'de That thou to well deservers maist affoorde Roiall rewards without the Commons Cost For Crownes are richly blest with Peace y-crost Taxe-vndergrowne ô odious Tyranny Bredd in the VVombe of Sensuality Shal nere so much as once be nam'd in thee But thou shalt punish Kingdomes where they bee The cloudie Piller shall guide thee by daie The firie Flame by night shal show thy VVaie Beauies of Quailes and Manna Angells foode Shal showre from Heav'n to doe thy Children good Who shal therefore sing Hymnes of praise divine And merry make each one beneath his Vine The voice divine shal thunder from on hie And talke with thee belov'd familierly Thou shalt with Moises Rodd divide the Deepes And make their raging VVaues to stand on Heapes That Man and Horse which to thee doo belonge Shal passe as on drie Land those VVaues amonge For thine Advantage thou shalt ope the Earth And send repyning Rebells quicke beneath If any should arise but doubtlesse Those Can never spring where Vertue stil ore-flowes If thou wilt vse me thou wilt vse me still For I will please thy Soule thy VVitt thy VVill. And though I seeme t'vncircumcized
that 's aie in motion Hath to the Muses Measures most devotion Againe IOhn vnto Iohn Davies to Davies sends This little draught of new loues large Demise If wordes doe want to passe what it pretends Supplie that want the Grant neede no supplies To you and to your Heires the same doth runne Simplie in loue for aie to hold in fee A good estate you haue and your Sonnes Sonne A kinde acceptance shall your out-rent be You Coūcel can your selfe a fee then saue Mende you the draught loues Deede no fault should haue I. D. The Booke of it selfe I am that was not and I was that am I was vnmade that was in state confus'd I am for Arte hath form'd that formlesse Frame Yet form'd my nature was ere Arte was vs'd Mother-Tongue and VVi◠Observance goodwil Haue made me what I am or good or ill Not vnto vs ô Lord not vnto vs but to thy name giue the praise and glory Psal. 115.1 Againe to Envie and Detraction DEERE Envie and Detractiō deere to those That vnto Vertue are immortall foes Let me although I hate you yet entreate That I if good ynough may be your meate You cannot grace me more then gnaw me still For what you spare is too farre spent in ill Teare me in peeces with your grizlie fangs You Crowne my Soule with glory by such Pangs Hee is a Divell that to die detests In Hel-hounds mouthes to live in Angells Brests IOHN DAVIES FINIS In loue and affection of Master Iohn Davies mine approved good friend and admiration of his excellence in the Arte of VVriting THat heavenly Sparke from which th'immorall Soule Had her first being striveth to enroule Her wondrous Guifts in characters of Brasse That when dissolved from this earthie Masse Shee mounts aloft her never-dying Glorie May fill the Volumes of a learned Storie VVhich after-Ages reading may admire And inly burning with the like desire To rare Atcheiuements emulous of Fame Striving t'immortalize their dying Name May bend their Practise dedicate their Daies And so excited purchase datelesse Praise Our actiue Soule feeles never wearinesse But her true loue to Fame doth best expresse In hating Idlenesse whence comes this notion Her working Faculties are still in motion Ore some then others greater Soveraigntie This divine Essence of Humanitie Hath power to exercise For baser Swaines Abhor the check of her immortall Raignes Frō whence it is that Midas brood possesse The greater Share in earthly Happinesse VVhile those pure Mindes who most submissiue stand At the least wrentch of her almighty Hand Obscurely hidd in Corners at their Booke Are hardly grace 't so much as with a looke Of this iniurious World O wretched Age VVherein the sacred Artes to Vassalage Subiected are while muddy Mindes aspire VVhile greater Heroes daine but to admire And praise with bootlesse breath the polisht Lines VVherin Cōceipt hath traveld through the Mines Of rich Invention manie a wearie hower Spent with the Muses in a gloomie Bower To times swift feathers imping greater store VVhilst thus they plough the barrain fruictles Shore Earths brightest Angels these ô these be they VVhose Corps are fram'd of fire and not of clay VVhos 's either Part both mortall and divine So sweete a Symphonie doth intertwine That both accord to prosequute that Fame VVhich but for Vertue stellifies our Name Among which Number famous by Desart The Lawrel Crowne be his whose every Part To th'intellectiue Soule their Soveraigne Pay true Subiectiue Dutie and doe gaine By restlesse labour that perfection Which saue by him hath bin attain'd by none By him the Subiect of these worthles Rimes Whose Art lends luster to our English climes Davies discoverer of hidden Deepes True Microcosme whose peircing Spirit creeps Into the darkest Cavernes in-most Denne Where Wit inhabits mong the sons of Men And plucks out Knowledg by the goldē locks From where shee long had slept within the Rocks Of hard Obscurity whence every Eie May iudge it selfe ô wondrous Mysterie Whence we our selues our selues may truly know Which is indeede most hard how ere in show But endlesse were it and impossible Vnlesse my Muse to his were sutable Here to delate that Grace in Poesie VVhich his witt-fraughted workes can testifie Cast backe thine Eie reade and admiring see The Quintessence of humane Ingenie VVay well the rich Conceipt so shalt thou know That few if any could haue written so Descend we then from that internall Flame To Qualities externall whence the name Of Excellence hath purchast beene of manie But as of Davies never yet of anie In praising whom the best my Lines can say VVill for his VVorth be worthlesse every way Yet for I loue his Name admire his Skill Out of the heate and fervour of Good-will These colder Lines this frozen passage found Force't by the League wherin al Frendes are bound And reason t is those Men that merit Fame Aboue the rest should franckly haue the same And be it farr from every gentle Hart To deeme that Soothing or a glosing part VVhen one good Freind an other shal commend More then that Hatred when our speeches tend In whom we loue some fault to rectifie VVhich wrongs himselfe defames his Progenie Praise is the guerdon of a due Desart Making vs better act the praised Part. There never Man deserved Memorie For perfect Science in his Facultie If Dauies Name deserue to be forgott If when his mortall Part in earth shall rott The riches of his Soule mans greatest treasure Shal be made subiect to the greedie seasure Of darke Obliuion if such Perfection Shall frō the Graves rude hand haue no protection Maugre the Gripe of Time in spight of Fates And ought beside that Fame determinates His Name would liue to all Posteritie In the fayre lines of his Characterie Could any Hand the graver so commaund As can the penne his vvonder-writing Hand But for no Graver or stampt Letter can Or ought els framed by the Witt of Man Shew Times future true proose of such rare Skill By demonstration mine Artlesse Quill Striues to commende to lasting Memorie A glimps though darkely of that Qualitie For if mine aime Loue hath not much betraid This Booke must liue till Time his course hath staid So that to those not yet conceiv'd I send This poore effect which my loues cause hath pend Neglecting Art affecting to descrie Loue to my friend and to his Qualitie Whose Matchlesse Art in managing the Penne Time neuer equaliz'd and Times agen When his diurnal Howërglasse hath ranne The dated Minutes of a mortall Man Will hardly paralel for such true Skill May scarce be purchased by paine or Will Hee that as Davies would as fairely vvrite Must of necessitie haue Davies spright Who knows not that this wondrous Facultie Is not conceiu'd by coorse Capacitie But maketh there her only Habitation Where shee doth finde a strong Imagination For none habitually can her possesse That is not made of fire and liuelynesse Could neuer Hand so
iudgmeÌ„ts because we feele not the force therâ—of that at length like the Fly in the flame we are consumed of them o Civill warre is faâ—re worse then Tyranny or vniust iudgmeÌ„t Plutarch in Bruto p Gods commandements A Recapitulation of what hath bin discoursed touching the Kings of England their governments William Conqueror q Vis vnita fortior New Lords new Lawes r To hurt and heale for more health is holsome s Blessed is the affliction that procures greater perfection t Soone ripe soone rotten Edward 1. Longshancks Edw. 2. Rich. 2 Hen. 6. Edw. 5. a Ambition gathers resistles strength in a Kings weakenes Maiesty without magnanimity is vnassured Livie 2. â— b I haue seene servaÌ„ts on horses Princes walking like â— servaÌ„ts on the ground Eccl. 10.7 Edw. 3 Hen 4. Hen. 5. Edw. 4. Loving feare a sure guarde to Soveraigns No kingdâ—me free froÌ„ Ambition Kingdoms the obiects of fortune Envy Simil. a PerfectioÌ„ humane AmbitioÌ„ a sore of the minde incurable b An inevitable incoÌ„venience Richard 3. a Ambition would destroy al to be aboue all Hen. .7 Vniust peace is to be prefer red before iust warre Livie Yet open war is more secure theÌ„ suspitious peace Tac. 4. Hist. Great heapes are made of many litle thiÌ„gs in peace brought to nothinge in warre Peace good government the Parents of Prosperity God selleth vs riches for the price of labor We are said to be well backt when wee are no worse frended a Gold makes al thinâ—s pregnable b Money is the very sinâ—wes of a State Mucian c The good of the Subiects is the obiect of the good â—rince d Money saith Thucidides makes weapoÌ„s forcible and profitable Cyrusâ— was wont to say he heaped great treasures wheÌ„ he enriched his friends Subiects f Let Kinges that desire to live in peace provide in time thinges necessary for warre g Tiberius of Constantinople accounted that for counterfet coyne that was levied with Teares and cryings of the people h The bitings of enraged necessitie are most dangerousâ— Portiuâ— latro Hen. 7. a true Paâ—terne of a wise and vertuous Prince Hen. 8. Bounty doeth cover manie faults Avarice obscureth many vertues Guiftes doe superinduce the heart to loue He more respected honor then profit Edward 6. Qâ— Marie Contempt in subiects is the conâ—usion of government Qâ— Elizabeth Act. 5.35,36 37,38,39 The Mindes pleasurs much more pleasant theÌ„ corporal delightes Sensuall persons are vselesse burdens to the earth The senses soone weery of their pleasures Wine sicknes 2. Obstacles that lets the mâ—ndes actions Simil. Wee ought to propose nothing to the minde vnworthy of her Simil. Sense must awhile forbear pleaâ—ures to make them more pleasaÌ„t * The pleasurs which sense receiues from natural things are more pleasant theÌ„ those froÌ„ Artificiall * Nothing vnder the SuÌ„ne long coÌ„tents therefore wee should seeke contentment aboue the Sunne * Birdes Simil. None know it but they that feele it a The propertie of true felicity is alwaies to coÌ„cent the desire and exclude feare b St. Paule Loue doth descend not ascend How love is bredd Doating bâ—ings loathing God should simply be loved for his own goodnes It is selfe-loue to love God for his bounty towards vs onely b Loue made vs to loue God is mans beginning his end The order of loues progres He workes in vs both the will and the deede Selfe-loue is iustifiable wheÌ„ we loue our selues for god only Beauty is a speciall cause of loue God the FouÌ„t of all Beauty Painting the face * Without coulor of Reason Outward argues inwarde beauty Sinne is conceived in the womb of concupiscence * They rather ruine then repaire the â—ender honors of women A well teÌ„pred body makes a like tempered mind ordinarily An vnchaste eie loues to looke vpon â— light eie Beauty â—igniorizeth the sense The beauty of a WomaÌ„ cheereth the face and a man loues nothing better Eccl. 36.22 * Maried Adultery Luxury wantonnesse slouth Pride c. are sins in Specie the Genus to all these is Caro. 4. Kindes of divine furie Loues force is vnvtâ—erable Alexander Mag. b Plutar. in Alexand. Loue is lawlâ—â— Lust is blinde Such lovers are as sensles as the stones which they loue Lust is most willfull O toile intollerable Quoth Speculation Beâ—uty promisâ—th more honesty then deformity 3. Causes of loue viz Pleasant pâ—ofitable honest Perfect loue God the Exchequer of Beauty Goodnesse is mother to loue beauâ—y Goodnes hath made 4 especiall beautieâ— The little consideration we haue of Gods goodnesse towards vs is the cause of our coldnesse in loue to him The loue that is bought is â—â—ark nought A natural reâ—son why loue descendeth In him we liue move haue our being To know godâ— loue is the way to make Man loue All true loue is either Amor Coeâ—i or amor Seculâ— this of our neighbouâ—e that of God As â—here is no lâ—ue without faith so there is no faith without loue Loue of all humane Affections is the most puiâ—ant passionate b Loue is the Bond that vnites God man Brothers by redemption ought to be more neere deere to each other theÌ„ Brothers by creation In good desires there is pleasure and paine * God When loue is in the height of perfection â—owe favoure iâ— bredd Reverence springs from powre and goodnesse Simil. We reverence God more for his goodnesse then for his powre To whom honor and reverence are due vpon Earth Mercy and compassion Affectes flowing from loue Loue hath nothing in private Man made of earth CompassioÌ„ extendeth her vertue to man and beast Mercy Iustice are godâ— almightie Armes Gods Mercie triumpheth over his Iustice towards Man Priâ—ces and Maiestrates Inhumane affections howe bred 4. Perturbations froÌ„ whoÌ„ do flow al immoderate passions of the soule Wherefore God doth blesse man with abundance There is no greater temptation theÌ„ never to be teÌ„pted no sorer punishmeÌ„t then of God never to bee punished Sinne offers the senses their severall satisfactions Vertue without adversitie withereth and loseth her force There is no other passage to heaven theÌ„ through the fire of Afflictions Griefe fear accompanie transitory riches Simil. Good Affects proceede froÌ„ the opinion of good and evill froÌ„ evill OffeÌ„ce what All mundane things are as they are takeÌ„ Offenses against the outward Senses are much lesse osâ—ensiue then those against the inward * Nothing moues our patience that moves not our will Man of all creatures hardest to please * Who so pleaseth all doth more then he that made all Some to bee thought more iudicious are most censorious Criticks of these times A Foole may make the wise ridiculous to Fooles These be men of partes that would have al whollie The coÌ„plaint of base male-contents * Without good partes Divells incarnate tempt meÌ„ desperate * The PestileÌ„ce which infects al that comes neere it * They walke like Devills invisible A
natural reason of rebels civill fury Simil. A man in fury more furious then a beast A discription of an angry Man All anger springs from offence but al offence grows not to Anger What aÌ„ger is The better a man thinkes of himself the sooner hee is moued to anger What Rancor is Rancor is indifferent to good bad Some call it honorable to revenge with the sworde all iniuries done against a maÌ„s honor But how can that be honorable which God abhorreth condemneth to eternall death The quality of Rancor A reason why angry men for the most part are pale To the brains Simil. * Salomon denies it Eccl. Chap 7.11 I know no maÌ„ worse theÌ„ my selfe God helpe me the while Instruments of revenge The heate of the hart makâ— the fingers nimble The praise of Choler * Anger is better theÌ„ laughter for by a sadd looke the hart is made better Eccl. Cap. 7.5 A Coward caÌ„not be truely honest Simil. Ephâ—s 4. 26. Vertue caÌ„noâ— performe her functioÌ„s without anger * Glory laud. Luke 19.25 Hatred is a child of Ire Iâ—e hatred distinguished Love linckes men togither Hatred putts them a sunder The proude and envious are like the Devill A good vse of Hate Hate worthy of Loue. Sinfull Hate iâ— hatefull â—ut gratious hate is behooâ—ull Simil. Envy is a branch of iniustice Ire Hatred the Parentâ— of Envy Envy is oppoâ—â—t to Mercy The envy of the divel what It is safer to be conversant with a TyraÌ„t then with the envious persoÌ„ for the one takes away but life but the other honor and good name Envy is more obscure then Pride Envy is as the shaddow of vertue Envies natural home is in Kings Courts Ovid. Met. l. 2. Simulâ— The envious are ashamed to bewray their envie Such lookes hath the envious Bion. Envy is as much grieued for others good as her owne hurt Envy flattered sleepes for a while Simil. Before how many the more the envious person slandereth a man the more high in glory hath he plac'd the crown of the slandered if he take it patiently Each Vice caries with it its own torment The envious condemne themselues for most vnworthy men No affection is lesse disclosed then envy Envies rest in funerals Envie is the parent of Iealousie Obtrectation is Iealousie in the largest Sense Iealousie a Linx in loue Iealousy good or bad according to her obiect How Iealousie is good Gods iealousy touching vs doth procure our good Evil Iealouâ—â—â— Quarrells raised through SuspitioÌ„ causlesse Iealousy what Prov. 6.34 Ecles 10.14.19 Pride what The proude person hates pride in all but in himself Pride holdes all in scorne but her selfe If Humility be the mother of true piety what is Pride her contrary The proud are taught to know themselues by their proper overthrow He that knowâ— himselfe best esteemes himselfe least All vnder the Sunne is vanity and vexation of Spirit Eccles. 1. Proude men are senselesse in the strictest sense * The proude haue Hell with the Prince thereof abiding in their hartes Simil. Spirituall pride God doth most detest Over-weening an odious Vice Provâ— 13.10 The proude obstinate in their opinioÌ„ a Reproofs do enrage the proud though for their good bestowed * The proude maÌ„ the druÌ„ckard and the Coward are nought to make fâ—ends of the proud will scorne thee if he out start thee in fortunes the druÌ„kard wil in wine bewray thy secrts for what is in the haâ—t of the sober is in the tongue of a drunkard the Coward dares not speake one word in defence of thy reputation though hee heare it slanderously depraved Sith the Earth cannot hould her Hell must and can Pride the Fountaine of all Heresies * If a man live Soule Bodie in Hell to all eternities that his name may live in the mouthes of men to all posterities he hath but an hellish purchase Each man seemes to know more then he doth * Eccl. 39.1 â— 3 Not the tongs but the matter contained in theÌ„ make men learned Wee may light a Torch at none day seeke such a one among a multitude yet misle to finde him b As if wisdome and learning were buried in them For they haue the name of wisedome but there be but few that haue the knowledg of her Ec. 6.22 Wee shall bee modest if wee take not that vpon vs which we haue not and brag not of that which we haue * If any where I haue followed our newe learning and Time in their fashion Time and Learning ought the more to favor me coÌ„sidering how little I am beholding to them both a The Divels knowledge far exceedes mans b The warr of the Elements in man mars his wit The Divel can looke into all the hiddeÌ„ causes of nature How the Divell workes wonders The Divels wonders are Mira non Miracula * Elixer-makers a golden yet beggarly corporationâ— for they are as poore as a Poet. The skill iâ— Earthly and earth is the basest of Elements Because it teÌ„ds to the attainment of riches which in this worlde are of most estimation Eccles. 1. God only and alone is wise a SoÌ„e lawyers sell both their silence and speech Immoderate desire of having honor be enemies can hold no coÌ„gruency in one man togither If it be an inâ—allible token of health wheÌ„ the Physitions be poore theÌ„ is it a true sign of contention a states disease when Lawyers bee rich Verie manie laws are notes of a corrupte CoÌ„mon weale Tacit. Cato in Râ—me forbad al to be called to the Barre that were found eloqueÌ„t in a bad cause * Money The duty of Lawes and Lawyers b Petty-foggers the graÌ„d disturbers of good mens quiet c If hee ought to be punished which offereth to corrupt a Iudge with guiftes howe much more ought he which goeth about to blind his iudgmeÌ„t wiâ—h lies or eloquence because a vertuous Iudge wil not be corrupted with the first but he may be deceived by the last Pride in whoÌ„ so ere is notable for she wil be seene being still overseene b Proud of a conning invectiue against pride Poetry no skil humane On the topp of Olimpus at the foote whereof runs Helicon Humility is the surest foundation for the highest glory d Humility doth best become the highest knowledge Extreame precisenes or affectation in words stile doth quench the heate of our invention and bridleth the freedome of our witts Wee must vse words as wee vse Coyne that is those that be coÌ„mon and currant It is daÌ„gerous to coine without priviledg Poesie is the Caesar of Speech Poesie more perdurable then Prosâ— Some Philosophers supposed our soules to be musicke some others Number b Poesie inveagles â—he iudgment to assent to her assertionâ— Relifh and double-relish words of arte incident to the Soule-inchaÌ„ting Arte of musicke Oracles delivered alwaies in Verse d They give those meÌ„ fame that recompence them with famine Poets â—irst found the distinctioÌ„ of the Spheares Poets
were the first Astronomers Metaphisicks and Philosophers The steweâ— once stoode where now Play-houses stand The Peacock Neither delighteth he in any maÌ„s legs Psal. 147.10 Reproofes wher they are wel deserved must bee well paâ—ed b Meant of those that haue nothing to commende them but affected acting offensiue mouthing c W. S. R B. d Simonides saith that painting is a dumb Poesy Poesyâ— a speaking painting Roscius waâ— said for his excelleÌ„cy in his quality to be only worthie to come on the stage and for his honesty to be more worthy theÌ„ to come theron f â—her is good vse of plaies pastimes in a CoÌ„moÌ„-weale for thereby those that are most vncivill pâ—one to moue war and dissention are by these recreations accustomed to loue peace ease Tac 14. An. Ca 6. Though these words be vnfit â—or his mouth yet he fits his mouth to these words The ende of Artes giues theÌ„ their true valuation Gentlemen should hate Pride â—owe sith she is become the HaÌ„gmaÌ„s loue Hell the home of Pride The third wombe * Of mine vnderstanding * All Philosophers have erred touching the Soule Crates Hippaâ—châ—s Leucippus Democritus Diogenes Hippias Heliodorus A diametrical repugnancie of opinions amoÌ„g the Philosophers touching the soul. Critias Hippocrates Galen Heraclitus Aristotle Plato Seneca Hippocrates Strato Diogenes Stoickes Democritus Hierophilus Empedocles Galen Epicures Pythagoras Man is the HorizoÌ„ between Angels and Beastsâ— as far from Beasts as Angels Aristotle Christians differ touching the soules beginning Thomas Aquinas his opinion touching the soules beginning Diverse opinions concerning the souls continuance Plato Some make two distinct things of the Soule and vnderstanding Some suppose that humane soules are portions of the divine nature Our minds do remember Sciences not learne them Plato a Truth it selfe faith no vncleane thing can enter into the heavens Galat. 5.21 A Proverb God and the world are epitomiz'd in man Microcosmos The agilitie subtilty and capacity of the Soule Man is said to be man in â—espect of his humane Soule When the Minde is busie the outward Senses be at rest Life Sense depend vpon the Soule The Soule is no Quality but a SubstaÌ„ce The Soule is of capacity to comprehend Heaven and Earth The more the soule doth the more it may receiue The soule is in a sorte infinite We may enter into anothers minde with our mind No matter caÌ„ hold 2. formes at one instant of contrary kindes The lesse flesh the body hath the more wit the soule hath commonly That cannot give Sense that is seÌ„slesse nor intelâ—igence that is vnintellectual The Soule not subiect to Time Time is the Soules subiect The Soules food Truth argues shee is immortall like her foode The doubt of our Soules immortality prooves their immortality God the Fountaine of Reason The eternitie past overwhelmes the Soule as being too great for her capacitie but that which is to come she can and doth coÌ„ceave a Nature made nothing in vaine The Soule caÌ„not pâ—ssiblie perswade her selfe that shee is mortall No Athist but would faine dye the death of the righteous The Soule is taught by naturall reason by the light of nature that shee is immortall Simil. The actions of our Soules proue their immortalitie b The Soule is not subiect to the impression of the Senses because she is of an incorporall nature The Soules discourse surmountes the reach of the outward sense Our Reason doth oft correct our erring sense The Sunnes magnitude c Demonstration is the Piller wheron al scieÌ„ce depeÌ„ds The Soule makes generall rules of many particulers but seâ—se insists vpon particulers The true esseÌ„ce of things is vnknowne and to man knowne by their accideÌ„ts and actions Who vnderstaÌ„deth his waies and the storm that no man can see for the most part of his works are hid Eccle. 16.21 In theÌ„ which wil not vnderstand true doctrine ignorance is sinne and in them which caÌ„not it is the paine of sinne The soule is free from sin as shee was made by God Sinne deriues her force froÌ„ the soule To God all things are lawfull that like him and nothing likes him that is vnlawfull a Some certaine things though true are not vttered of God without daÌ„ger whoÌ„ we seem best to knowe when we confesse him and his councels to be incomprehensible b In doubâ—full matters wherin we may be ignorant without danger it were better suspend out iudgements then offer occasiâ—n of contention Calv. c Warrantably d Divine matters are ful of obscuâ—ity Cat. e Thâ—s secret must be lookt vnto not into f Faithfâ—ll ignorâ—unce is â—etter then rash knoweledge a Sinne flowes from Adam to the soule and enters into her when she first giues motion to the body The fault of Adam only infects the soule b It is farre off what may it be and it is a profouÌ„d deepnesse who caÌ„ finde it Eccl. 7.26 c Since the elementary diuine partes of MaÌ„ are corrupted one by another and both from AdaÌ„ they must be borne againe by elementary divine meanes by Water and the Spirit d Eccl. 25.3 Nature sittes in a precious Stone as in her Throne of Maiestie * Rebata Vertue Albion * Salomon Vanity is instant to gett attention because sense is betraide therby * H. 8. Leicester Essex Worcest * Death the fine of al flesh * Ne-vile * CoÌ„versation * William Wainflet Bishop of Winchester * Hen. 6. Ed. 4. Eccle. 2. 15. * A steele â—nstâ—ument * Faire wâ—iting * For writing Phil. 2. Hisp. Rex Totus non sufficit Oâ—bis