wounded side Will wash my guilt off and that supple tide Which from that fluce in such full streams did bleed My soule even hunger-starv'd with sin shall feed Thy wounds shall be my wounds thy teares shall be My teares for thy whole passion was for me Let thy all-saving merits but entwine My tottering faith thy heaven too shall be mine On the future burning of the World NO more shall the o're-laden clouds dissolve In spouts of raine and so the world involve In a wild deluge which shall swell so high It s to wring height shall tempt the vaulted skie And even invite the sullen starres to weare Vpon each glittring beame a mourning teare Which they againe shall mutually let fall As a Rite due to the worlds Funerall No more shall warie mankinde to beguile The rage o' th Flood lurk in a wooden I le But when the tainted world is so defil'd With her pollutions and so deeply soil'd With the dark spots of sin that 't were but vaine To think that water should wipe off each staine That sullies it God will display his ire In cataracts of all-consuming fire With which this Globe of Earth so long shall burn Till it into repentant ashes turn And til at last it but one Torch become To light expiring Nature to her Tombe On a Gentleman buried in one grave with his daughter before deceased REader those sleep beneath this stone Whom life made two first out of one But having now resign'd their breath They will grow one againe by death For should we on his grave intrude To view how much vicissitude Attends on Nature and how she Masks her selfe in varietie Of numerous shapes and after dare To paddle in his sepulcher Amongst his dust we might inferre He was shuffled into her For time determines that both must Resolve into one heap of dust But when the world it selfe expires Panting with heat and God requires Each gloomy vault and hollow tombe To open its corrupted wombe And give their ashes which were pent And Cas'd up there enfranchisement That being re-edified they may No more be obvious to decay Or Natures Tumults this last birth Will disunite their mingled Earth And as their first life did divide them so This second life again will make them two On thought of our Resurrection VVHo can be of so cow'd a Soule hee 'ld feare To be regenerate i' th sepulcher Since who exactly looks into the tombe Shall finde 't is but the embleme of the wombe To which wee 're not confin'd but trusted so As if we lay there in deposito For when our dust is gather'd into th' urne It lies but hostage till the soules returne And as the Phoenix when she gasping lies Vpon her tragick pile of Spiceries And glowes with heat her fleshie cinders must By the Suns rayes be martyr'd first to dust Before her pregnant ashes can redeem Themselves from ruine or again can teem With a new Phoenix so before this earth We beare about us can improve its birth To immortality its whole compact Must first be so disjoynted and so slackt It fall to dust and then 't will moulded be To such a body that Eternitie It selfe shall farme that Tenement which shall No more be obvious to a Funerall And as before men can compile or frame Their glasses they their ashes first i' th flame Transfuse to Chrystall so before our dust Can be assoil'd from excrements or rust Ravel'd amongst it by our tombes and be Improv'd to such a cleare transparencie It shall no more incumber or controule The eye from taking a survey o' th soule It must be by the generall fire refin'd And be to a translucent Masse calcin'd So shall each tombe become Gods Mint where He Our earth being purg'd from all impuritie Will on it coyne the Image of his Face Which Time no more nor death shall ne're deface FINIS The Table ON the beholding his face in a Glasse pag. 1 On the sight of a Clock p. 2 On a Gentlewoman dying in Child-bed of an abortive Daughter ibid. On a Gentlewoman much deformed with the small Pox p. 3 OnJulia throwing Snow-balls at him ibid. To Sir Henry New upon his re-edifying the Church ofCharleton in Kent p. 4 On the sight of a Rivelet that eight foot off from its fountaine dis-embogues it selfe into the Medway p. 5 On Mr. Jo. Joscelin dying of a Feaver p. 6 To a Gentlewoman singing p. 7 Vpon the death of Mr. Francis Thornhill p. 8 Vpon a Farmer who having buried five of his children of the Plague planted on each of their graves an Apple-tree p. 9 An Epitaph on Mris. E. W. Z ibid. Vpon the approach of night p. 10 Considerations upon Eternitie ibid. A divine Hymne pag. 13 On the death of a Prince p. 15 To a Lady viewing her selfe in her Glasse p. 16 On the death of Sir Simon Harcourt p. 17 On a Gentlewoman struck blind with the small Pox p. 18 On the death of Mr. George Sandys p. 19 On the sight of some rare Pieces and Monuments of Antiquitie in an Antiquaries Study p. 21 An Epithalamium p. 23 On a Nymph pourtrayed in stone that powred forth two spouts of water from her eyes into a Garden p. 24 On one dead of a Dropsie ibid. To a Gentlewoman viewing her selfe in her Glasse p. 25 An Elegie offered up to the memorie of Anne Countesse of Caernarvon ibid. Her Epitaph p. 29 An Elegie onRobert Earle of Caernarvon p. 30 A Pastorall Court-ship p. 31 On a spark of fire fixing on a Gentlewomans brest p. 33 On a spark fastening on a Gentlewomans cheek ibid. Ad Joannem Harmarum Libellum de Lue Venereâ exarantem p. 34 On the death of Mr. Francis Quarles p. 35 His Epitaph p. 36 A thankfull acknowledgement to those Benefactours that contributed to the re-edifying of Clare-Hall in Cambridge p. 37 Vpon the sight of a Tomb p. 38 On the Author being sick of a Feaver p. 39 On the noyse of Thunder p. 41 On one cured of the Stone p. 41 A Parley between an Epicure and a Christian p. 42 A Collation betwèen Death and Sleep p. 43 In seipsum Febre iterùm correptum penè confectum p. 44 On himselfe being stung by a Wasp p. 45 On the Nativitie of our Saviour pag. 46 On Christs Passion a Descant p. 47 A Divine Aspiration p. 52 On the future burning of the World ibid. On a Gentleman buried in one grave with his Daughter before deceased p. 53 On thought of our Resurrection p. 54 FINIS Poeta nascitur non fit
slime or rust When everie weed that growes about her Vrne Shall by my tears to Nard and Balsome turne But where does Zeale transport me 't is a fault Sure to disturb the silence of her vault And breake that slumber which like Opium Resolv'd to vapour hangs about her Tomb What though deaths impious hand move a disguise Of putrid scales and threw it o're her eyes Lest being blinded by their Light his Dart Might have groap'd out its way t'have found her heart The last dayes flame shall burn these Scales away And in her eyes kindle a second day What though amidst our Orb a star she shone In Heaven she shines a Constellation What though those liquid Saphires which each veine Of hers within her Azure Channells did containe And those two blushing Rubies Nature thrust Into her lips be sullied with the dust Of her owne Ruines when the generall Fire Againe refines them they shall sparkle higher Then al the Easterne Jemmes for sure the Tomb Is of a neer Alliance to the womb For as before the Infant can put on Symptomes of figure or proportion It must first lye a shuffeld Embrio Pack'd up within the Cell o' th womb even so When she has layne a Masse of Ruines till The Trump at Gods great Audit with its shrill And awfull voice shall summon and injoyne Each Tomb its drousie Reliques to resigne Who sleep in dust that so the Grave may be Both Womb and Mid-wife to Eternitie Those Rubies Saphirs Diamonds which are Now lost i' th Rubbish of her Sepulchre Shall be redeem'd and purg'd from every staine That does benight their lustre and again Be knit into one Frame within which Cell Eternitie shall as an Inmate dwell Then leave we thee unto thy selfe faire soule Exalted farre above the rude controule Of Fate or the assault of Time and see From thy bright Orb how everie Entitie The Womb of Nature teems with comes forth lame And full of dis-proportion in the Frame And Structure of its parts since thou art one Who wert the Patterne for Prefection The world lies gasping too for 't is no doubt But at that wound its life-blood bubbled out VVhich death defac'd thee with and if there be Things yet whose parts display some harmonie T is but thy dole of beautie they ingrosse Those that want that are crippled in thy losse Her Epitaph REader this Tomb preserves in trust Beautie it selfe resolv'd to dust â—or this Marble does inclose the Lilly Violet and Rose Beauties Ingredients which within â—his shell do lie to be agin â—atch'd into flowers and adorn â—hat naked earth which clothes her urn When thou knowest this unsluce thy eyes To mourn at Beauties Obsequies And weep so long till there appeares About her tomb a Sea of Tears That she may when the world expires Gasping in its Funerall Fires And to purge those sinnes away Which it contracted every day Does to it selfe a sacrifice become Rise like a second Venus from her Tombe An Elegie on Robert Earle of Caernarvon slain at the battell of Newberie WHoever will unsluce his eyes and lave A streame of pious teares out on this Grave Sure cannot think those Obsequies mis-spent He shall lay out upon this Monument For from the stone thus softened by his Eyes So many springs of Lawrell shall arise That Passengers shall think this tomb the Cell Where unplum'd victorie did ever dwell For even she her selfe when Dormer died Wounded through him lay bleeding by his side But he is dead without a sigh or groane Vented by the worlds Genius to bemoane His sad decease for sure his losse should be Sigh'd out to us in no lesse Elegie Do not the gratefull Elements conspire To pay some tribute back for that brave fire Which warm'd his bosome and does now enshrine It selfe in theirs which sure will so refine Their dull and sluggish matter that 't will be Improv'd agen to its first puritie It from that foame each wrinkled billow strowes On the embroider'd shore a Venus rose No lesse sure then a Mars or Hermes must Rise from each graine of his unblemisht dust If every Roman Victor could allow Each act of his a Statue and endow His name with Trophies that it nere might rust Or be obscurely buried in his dust We must impoverish each Corinthian Mine And rob the Parian Quarries to enshrine His name in Marble for his actions will Each Page in times successive Annalls fill What Cataracts of shot what stormes of lead Were oft let loose on his unshaken head That those which view'd him from a farre began Much to suspect they saw a Leaden man But when they saw him with such speed invade And breake the bodie of a Troop it made Them change that Faith and think that he had been Converted to some winged Cherubin Or else so briefe and sudden was his Flight Transform'd into a nimble beame of Light But shall that flame which did so clearly burn Within his Brest lye rak'd up in his Vrn Vntill the last dayes generall Fire transmit A second light to re-enkindle it No sure his tomb cannot so check that Flame But 't will breake forth to shine about his name Or in some bright and shaggie Comet rise To light a toarch at his owne Obsequies A Pastorall Court-ship FAire Iulia let the heat of Love Which within thy Heart does move And there is lodg'd as in its Sphere Still from thine eyes each brinie teare In which dull sorrow thou dost steep And never teach thy eyes to weep But when some transcendent joy Does thy glutted senses cloy Thou art Natures Magazine Or her casket rather in Whose narrow precincts she hath pent The treasure that both Indies sent I' th closets of thy lips she locks The blushing Rubies of the Rocks In the store-house of each eye Her refulgent Diamonds lie In thy teeth her pearle she puts And in each veine a Saphire shuts Thy haire containes the gold o' th West Thy breath the spices of the East And o're thy skins faire Margent's drawn A curtaine of the finest Lawn So that those Lillies sweet which dare With thee in whitenesse to compare To expiate so black a sin Want white to do their penance in And their vanquish'd heads do bow In veneration of thy brow See how the flowers and plants combine And their od'rous leaves untwine That in those sweet Exchecquers they May that stock of spices lay Which like Easterne winds thy breath Does to'th perfum'd ayre bequeath Canst thou these drooping flowers faire With thy powerfull beames repaire And animate and shall not I Light a flame up at thine eye See how those Diamonds are dismaid With which thy bosome is arraid Because the splendor that does rise From the Chrysolites of thy eyes Does transcend their feeble light And look as drowsie as if night Lay hid in them and will I feare Each melt into an envious teare Canst thou thaw these and shall not I With those teares that either eye From their
And all those swelling piles preceding time Establisht onely to blanch o're their crimes Or fortifie some name against the rage Of Fate and the rude batteries of age Shall be dispers'd to ashes and be spent Clare-Hill shall be your lasting Monument And though in other tombes youl 'd shrink away And melt into corruption and decay Your Fame this Charter to it selfe can give Within this Monument you 'l ever live Vpon the sight of a Tombe WElcome thou common Wardrobe where we lay When we throw off the luggage of our clay Our weeds of earth here the dull Peasant shall Biting the pomp only o' th Funerall Sleep even as warm under his turfe alone As Kings beneath their coverlets of stone Here slave and tyrant in this Marble Cell Shall calmly meet and both together dwell Mingled into one heap of dust here those That to improve their interest do pose And tire their wearied thoughts out to display Some Engine by whose powerfull succour they May clasp their wide and vast designe will finde When they have stretcht endeavour to unwinde Their wild attempts this Earth is but a ball Which when they struggle for to grasp will fall To dust between their hands and never suffice Their spatious thoughts till 't stop both mouth and eyes Here those refulgent eyes that from their bright And radient stock of glances shed such light Through every part of our dark Orb they shone A Constellation in our Horizon Like two inanimate blind cinders must Lie rak'd up in a shuffled heap of dust Nay and that fire which did so often dart Flame into Lovers brests till either heart Glow'd with a mutuall fervour must be here Drown'd in the deluge of a Funerall teare And in this cabinet of ruines lie A tribute paid unto mortalitie Onely those nobler and eternall Fires Devotion in our melting soules inspires Shall when this frame sinks into dust and all The heat that warmes this masse of earth shall fall Into some gloomy vault soare upwards hence Borne on the wings of peace and innocence On my selfe being sicke of a Feaver LOrd I confesse I do not know Whether my dust shall yet or no I' th furnace of this Feaver be Calcin'd into Eternitie Whether through this red Sea of blood Which in such a swelling flood From the unsluced channell ran I shall passe o're to Canaan Or that these sweats shall wash away From off my soule that heap of clay In which as in some narrow shell She like some lazie snaile did dwell If it be now thy fatall doome That I must melt into a Tomb There by the last dayes fire once more To be made refined Ore And so receive thy stamp agin No more to be raz'd out by sin And that this Flame I glow with shall Into my hollow Marble fall Then warme my soule with heavenly fire That as these smokie heats expire I being wing'd with that may flie Vp to Immortalitie On the noyse of Thunder BY Nature w' are inform'd that when a Cloud Vapours endow'd with heat and cold do shroud The active hot the sluggish cold assaile So long till both dissolve their watrie Jaile And break their watrie chaines when through the aire The glittring lightning spreads its fluent haire So from those factious strugglings and those throwes This clouds ore-laden womb is torne with growes That dismall clashing and the noyse we heare Which so amazes the astonisht Eare But these are but conjectures it may bring Its rise and growth from a far higher spring For some malignant Exhalations Drawne from a Mine of Sulphur by the Suns Reflex may be inflam'd or else that Fire The upper Region darts may Flame inspire Nay more some sullen Vapour which like Hay Being long bound up in liquid fetters may Give fire unto it selfe or there may be Some other dark and gloomie cause which we Cannot whilst dust hangs in our eyes descrie Which may become its first Incendiarie God has lockt up the Meteors in a mist Which skreenes them from our sight could we untwist The second causes and divide that Line That Nature ties yet could we not untwine The threds they 're woven out of or unwind The Mint where their first Principles were coin'd Lord when thou speak'st in thunder from thy Throne The Eccho of thy Voyce shall be a grone When thou unclasp'st the windowes of the Skies Supreme Divinitie unsluce mine eyes That when the spangled Aire its lightning weares Those Flames may be put out with contrite teares On one cured of the Stone OVr first Originall from stones we drew Ere since Deucalion and old Pyrrha threw Stones into men and since by a defect In Nature and the sins we daily act We hatch that in us which declares to all We something of our first Originall Still treasure up which is preserv'd within The caverns of the Lungs or Reins and in The circuit of the Bladder which we try To crush by each approved remedy Which perad venture scatters it yet still We leave untoucht the root that fed this ill We may the stone i' th Bladder cure its true And that that grates upon the Reins subdue But yet no Oyle no Antidote or Art But only Grace can cure the stone i' th Heart A Parley between an Epicure and a Christian Ep VVHy dost thou thus deface thy self with tears Before th' art tenanted by years Call in those briny showers of dew thine eyes Contribute as sad Obsequies To the untinely Funerall of that grace Which did before adorne thy face Ch. Fond man those teares are by mine eyes allow'd To serve me for a Chrystall shroud In whose thin folds I my old man may hide By contrition mortifide And with these drops wipe off those spots of sin Which have so stain'd my soule within Ep. But why with throngs of gâ—ones do you enlarge The Theame of sorrow and discharge Volleyes of sighs that breath were better spent In tricking up a complement By which you might a Ladies heart surprize And yet her brest ne're prejudice Ch. Vaine man these sighs I like my Proxie send To Heaven that there they may attend My scaling that bâ—ight Mansion and be My Advocates to plead for me When all by Gods citation summon'd are To be arraigned at his Bar. Ep. But I adjure you to informe me why You to such haâ—sh austeritie Farme out each houre and to such strictnesse wed Your life as if y' had long been dead And your soule only mov'd a corps your frame Such rigid fasts to curb and tame Your carnall tumults banishing delight The Confines of your Appetite Desist this rigour on your selfe to act Since y' are not able to detect Whether or no when you your breath resigne Any part of you shall decline Th' arrest of Death since Fate sayes all must go But whither who can living know Ch. Foole therefore do I thus attempt to curb Those passions that would disturb My purer thoughts my flesh with fasts empaire And employ
my tongue in prayer Checking the wild rebellions of my earth And strangling of them in their birth That being devested of that earthy weight Which did oppresse and clog my Faith I might on wings of Contemplation flie And soare beyond the vaulted skie And by the scrutinie of Faith Opticks see What place in Heaven's design'd for mee Ep. What is that Faith you vaunt of I have read Natures large Book contemplated Philosophies myst'ries but ne're could know The cause from whence Faith first did flow Ch. You may in quest of Natures secrets end Myriads of years and ages spend Till you all knowledge to your selfe ingrosse Yet ne're know Faith till you can spell Christs Crosse A Collation between Death and Sleep DEath and his drowsie kinsman Sleep agree In all the symptomes of Conformitie â—leep's caus'd by eating for the naturall heat Entices exhalations from the meat Transfus'd to Chylus which the Braine possesse With an intoxicating drowsinesse Death too by fatall eating first came in When our first Parents willfully did sin And offer'd violence to Gods Decree Tasting the fruit of the forbidden tree And as when sootie night her darknesse sheds Through the vast Concave of the aire and spreads A Vaile o're bright Hyperion we devest Our bodies to compose our selves to rest So our enfranchis'd soules shall like wise be Disroab'd o' th weeds of their Mortalitie VVhen death shall an eternall night disperse Through all those Functions that with life commerce And as when the great eye o' th day displayes In the illuminated aire his Rayes The Light dispers'd in glimpses does inspire Our hands againe our bodies to attire So when the Trump at the last day shall all By its shrâ—ll Summons to Gods Audit call And Christs the Sun of Righteousnesse shall come To distribute to th' world a publike Doom Our moulder'd and disbanded bodies must Quit the close confines of their beds of dust To cloath again our widdow'd Soules and be Enstated both with Immortalitie In seipsum Febre iterum correptum pene confectum HEn me Qualis edax liquefactis Ossibus Ignis Incubat attritas quae lassat Flamma Medullas Quis Calor in Cineres redigit sinuosa Cerebri Tegmina quae tortos laxant Incendia nervos Quaeque fatiscentes obstipant Nubila sensus Et caecos volvunt adinertia Lumina Fumos Vt plane Aetnaei sum maesta Figura Camini Nam veluti Ignivemi serpunt è vertice Clivi Vndantes flammae fumis sulphure anhelat Moestus Apex montis coctoque bitumine fervet Dum glacie obstrictus torpèt pes montis inerti Qua Boreae afflatus torpentes evomit aeuras Quae macra effusis obstipant arva pruinis Frigora Plumatae sic dum nivis aemula pigros Invasere pedes caelefacta per Ilia serpunt Foecundi flammis ignes qui naribus balant Perque Apicem capitis fumo sa incendia volvunt In me congestas fundat puer Hydrius undas Huc glomerent Plëades nimbisque impactus Orion Implicit as nubes densa volumina aquarum Hic reserunt calidas quae sic effusa Favillas Ignitae febris deleant quâ totus aduror Et quâ marcentes populantur sanguinis artus Flamma potest febris tantos vibrare dolores O Deus aeterrae est qualis tunc flamma Gehennae On himselfe being stung by a Wasp When first this busie testie Wasp did fix His sting in me and did his venome mix With my untainted bloud my skin begun To swell to an Imposthumation How did each part by sympathie complaine Stretch'd and distorted on the rack of paine What flames did this Incendiarie fling From out the narrow quiver of his sting Into each part which through my veins were thrown And through each Nerve and Arterie were blown If then a Wasp can so afflict each sense How great must be the sting of conscience On the Nativitie of our Saviour VVHo can forget that ne're forgotten night That sparkled with such unaccustom'd Light Wherein when darknesse had shut in the day A Sun at midnight did his beams display And God who mans fraile house of earth compos'd Himselfe in a fraile house of earth enclos'd Who did controule the Fire Aire Sea and Earth Was clad with all these foure and had a birth In time who was begotten before time Received a birth or th' early Sun did climb Th' ascent o' th East whom the vast Aire and Main And Precincts of the earth could not confain Is circumscrib'd now in so briefe a roome Hee 's lodg'd i' th circuit of a Virgins womb Who light to him that was all Light did give And made him who was life it selfe to live Who in her arms bore him whose hand controules The massie Globe and bears up both the poles And what improv'd the Miracle begun He was at once her Father Spouse and son VVho then his Mother was by farre more old Yet equall age did with his Father hold VVho was a child yet with his word did make The world and with his voice this world can shake Now Truths great Oracle it selfe was come The Faithlesse Oracles were strucken dumb No marvell if the Shepherds ran to see Him that should everie Shepherds Shepherd bee VVho was the Door through whom a certain way To find out life for all lost sheep there lay And though this Sun of Righteousnesse did lie VVrapt up in louds of darke Obscurity Yet he could such a stock of light allow As did the Heavens with a new Starendow Which with its beames did gratefully attend Him who at first those streams of light did lend And by the Conduct of its Rayes did bring The Easterne Kings to see their heavenly King And though all Stars by Natures Lawes does run A course contrariant to the course o' th Sun Yet loe her Statutes violated were For here the Sun was followed by a Starre On Christs Passion a Descant DArknesse had now clos'd up the worlds bright eye And drawne a Maske of vapours o're the skie And all the beamy tapers of the night In sable clouds had muffled up their light T was Pietie called in their beames th 'ad been Found Accessarie else to such a sin They ne're could have assoill'd though from their sphears They should themselves have drop'd i' th shape of tears They had lent light and influence to betray Him from whose light they borrow'd every ray When with her pitchy Exhalation Night had thus vail'd the lustre of the sun A Cataract of armed men did powre Themselves into that Garden where each flowre By th' Incense of those Prayers that Christ expir'd A balmy stocke of fresh Perfumes acquir'd And being now broake in did forthwith run With glimmering torches to find out the Sun Yet could not this thick cloud of men benight This glorious Lamp the Fountaine of all light Till th' interposing of false Iudas lips Obscur'd his beams and caus'd a black Eclipse Yet when he snatcht his treacherous lips away He straight