On Peters rocke and not on Peters Sands The third in order of these things Diuine Is that bright heauen transparent Christaline Hauing no twinkling starre or glistering pride But like some waterie body clarified From wheÌ„ce some say that wheÌ„ the world was made And that great Elohim the globes bases laid Dispersing darkenesse and the tenebrous night To formes of beautie and celestiall light That then his mightie Spirit heauen did moue To seperate those waters from aboue From these below and to this element To place his likenesse in the firmament For since we see that seaes with earth compare And heauen with earth in things that likely are The earth brings foorth the dog the foamie maine And Heauen it selfe equiuocates the same When with his singing and canicular beames He bakes the earth and dries the Christall streames And therfore with Harmonious consent Heauen hath proportion to this Element And thus we reade in natures Characters Like liues with like to shun intestine warres The fourth heau'n is that glorious spangled globe Embost with starres and like a gorgeous robe Purl'd ore with natures Ape and Zany-art Trailes downe his starrie traine and doth impart Day to black night and with his groue of starres Like candles shine to wind wrackt Marriners Some fixt some wandring in their tinsell'd Orbe Whose number fixt Philosophers record To be one thousand two and twentie cleare Well knowne vnto the Sea-cuft Maâ—riner By these the iocund Boateson at first sight Soust with the Ruffin seaes and scratch with might Whistle a maine and from the hatches skip The nimble squires of the dancing ship And fearelesse kick the billowes with disdaine Tearing the curled bowels of the maine These giue propension to each mans deffects And by their fatall influence and aspects Besides that vniuersall prouidence On whose great nod depends each consequence Of second causes from their crittick powers At Caesars birth acts Caesars tragick howers But if their kind coniunctions smiling meete Our first natiuitie and with a sweet And Iouiall dalliance in a golden shower Kindly imbrace our first conceptions hower Then shall Augustus though but meane by birth Sway seuen hill'd Rome and taxe the verge of earth Foot-boyes shall pearch with Kings Tanners ride On great Seianus courser side by side With some most Lordly Consull Rearemice flie By daylight with the Eagles maiestie And will not reason mount Agathocles The Potters sonne to the Piramides Of honour and high state what vertue marres And hates in fooles shall prosper by their starres Yet feare not thou whose crabbed fate suspends Thy fortune progresse and whose learned ends Aimes at eternitie though whipt with need And dogged censure and whose wounds doe bleed With times incision sterne authoritie Dissecting Arts like an Anotomie Reading their physick lectures to the eares Of our contempts to greatnesse great in feares And pale suspects who iealious of deserts Doe Sepulcher aliue both Armes and Artes For thou in spight of their maleuolent rage Times simony and furie of the Age Ecclipses and all Planetarie hate Like a Byssextile-yeere shalt leape thy fate Wise men like sluces in the plague of warres Were made to rule those onely rule the starres Nor can base Gypses tell them of their fate Impostors with their figures calculate Of blacke futuritie Astrologie diuine The ascendent fortune of their heauenly signe For wise men are not borne as Midwiues be To waite on luckie howres or for the fee Of Bisket influence their vertue barres The superstition of such gossipping starres But more then man his reason rules the skies His manhood shares a godhead that is wise In this faire starrie Mirrour of the skie Damaskt with beautie and varietie Of thousand constellations whose cleare flames Are knowne in maps by their celestiall names For there the faire Oryon and the Beare Maior and Minor grace this hemispheare Swift Pegasus and Perseus radiant light Burnish the tan'd face of the blackemores night Bright Cassiopeia and Ioues Eagles shines Besides the constellations of the signes Which euery foole in Physicke can make good Their vse in purges pills and letting blood And euery Almanacke druggest poorely read Can tell what witlesse signe raignes in his head But leauing these beyond their yearely date To smoke an Indian sulphure we create Againe our hallowed Altars and in fires Of morrall vowes our sacred Muse aspires Tell me thou graue and mightie Stagerite Oracâ—lous Schocleman whose deluding light The lothsome Epicure and horrid sect Of damned Atheisme follow with direct And eager sent what genius could deuise To spread so large such monstrous heresies That euen besides graue Orpheus and the rest Proclus and Plinie and the learned brest Of sharpe Auerroes Christian Atheists crie The world 's eternall and shall neuer die VVhen by the state of starres we may discrie The world 's firme ruin and mortalitie And Platoes creature hauing life and breath As they decline shall languish vnto death And as a crazed bodie full of howers Renders his siluer head and vitall powers His radicall moisture spent and euery part Gasping for motion from the panting hart To natures disolution so shall passe Both heauen and earth vnto their pristine Mars Although some say that this great Continent And all this glorious guilt-hatcht firmament Shall change his forme and accidentall frame Although the part substantiall be the same Alleaging for their weake Philosophie This sacred place of sweet diuinitie Yet by the fall of starres our reasons prooue A totall wrack of earth and heauen aboue For first we see the Sunne whose bright Carrier Trots through the ring of time and dates the yeer In his diurnall progresse now declines More neere the earth then in the former times When learned Ptolome obserued the starres Their houses signes and different characters Cheering old Ops now doting with long daies VVith cordiall flames and charitable rayes That else in this consumption would exspire VVanting so bright a Nurse whose cheering fire Restores her health with his preseruatiue cure Adding new life to her old temperature Besides infection of each element Corruption of the purest temperament Physitions now turne Satyrs and complain That nature is a stepdame in the frame Of this last Age when croking Rauens sing Their liues large Charter merrier then a king The stately Stag a hundred yeares shall graze But man to wormes meate turnes in fewer dayes Pigmies for Gyants that with Babell power Were wont to scale the high Olympiade Tower And wrastle with the Gods now dwarfes are borne Ne're made to fight but made to natures scorne The Arcadian Kings two hundred yeares did liue But now the thriftie heauens doe scarcely giue Halfe of that pension to the noblest man His graue but sixe foot long his life a span VVhich shewes the world corrupted from his best Declines his setling progresse to the west For since all things from their sincere creation Couet absurdities in generation And euery thing steales to his priuatiue
Behold this rare Idea of a woman Made to admire beyond an obiect common Transform'd into a loathsome masse of dust Salt tides of passions and hot foming lust Keepe their high floods and waite on appetite As flowing Seaes attend the Queene of night Inconstant flames glow in their skittish brest And chastitie runnes like a man possest With Legion and his diuels and so raues As it scornes life in streetes but liues in graues As if all vertues vnto heauen were fled And women scarce thought honest although dead Nature is now growne monstrous to the earth That in excesse creates this creatures birth Or those prime elementall-qualiâ—ies That giue our constitutions properties Turne pandars in the action of their life To make a faire face a dishonest wife Or else imaginations deepely wrought By strong impression makes the age so nought As when some lust full bloud swolne high with wine And stirring delicates beares still in mind The obiect of her dalliance to exchange Her sacred bridall bed for sheetes more strange Since the most simple essense of her soule Immortall and diuine now blacke and foule With more then Ethiopian gracelesse staine Ne'r blushing at her sinfull die in graine Tasted the Philtre compounds of sins harmes VVith the sweete magick of her pleasing charmes Since all their passions that kept golden meanes VVithout the amorous flames of loues extreames Since women did corrupt their naturall graces And by complexion did create new faces Since their proud sex did studie to repaire Robbing the dead their owne more comely haire Since their Apostate sexe began to slide From faith to super sttoion and to pride Since all this metamorphosis began Wo-man you make a locall hell for man he miserie of man affords but this An Aristippus and Semiramis Murder and lust like two insatiate twinnes Reuels in surfets of our noble sinnes VVell vnto Cato this the world did giue Oh Cato thou alone know'st how to liue That not in pallaces and princely bowers Did st spend the last glasse of thy aged bowers Where Venus sports are like to tennis balles Bandied from one to tother till it falles Into the hazards of their honord names The chases lost are rumors and defames Nor in the scalding Suburbes didst thou dwell Where lust appeares in his hot shape of hell The Diuels whores and the tormenting fire The stewing steame of sulphured hot desire Nor in that great Metropolis of Dames That like to Dog-daies burne the earth with flames As hot in their lasciuious appetites As Munkeyes more luxurious in delights Then amorous Flora that Italian Whore That proudly writ vpon her painted dore Let none but Kings here enter and as vild In their loose purges of their bed defil'd With their adulterate louers as if trades Did neither marry widowes wiues or maides Sooner may shamelesse wiues hate Braindford feasts Albertus Magnus or the pilfred Iests Of some spruce Skipiack Citizen from Playes A Coach the secret Baudihouse for waies And riotous waste of some new Freeman made That in one yeere to peices breakes his trade Then wash the to adlike speckles of defame That swell the world with poyson of their shame What Comedies of errors swell the stage With your most publike vices when the age Dares personate in action for your eies Ranke Sceanes of your lust-sweating qualities Why are your ciuill and domestick names Question'd by euery Page or grauer Dames Censur'd by cuery Courtier in your streetes Vnlesse the speaking figures of your Sheets Could number one two three and tell that tricke Whereby you multiplie Arithmatick And cast your false accounts in others beds VVhilest hornes like siphers only shew their heads Of your neglected Pheares or rather why Are grauer heads so rich in pollicie Industrious and so cunning in their wares VVretched in nothing but in doubtfull heires And yet see not with what immodest croudes Their Turtles lie with Centaures in the cloudes VVhy scowres the shallow Marchant the deep Ocean Euen to the burnt line with his three yeeres motion Leauing his daintie Pinnis on the land Like to a man of warre well rigg'd and mann'd By other cunning Pilots Pirates rather That robbes him of the honor of a father And nailes not his profession to the Burss To saue her shipwrackt honor dangerous From Rouers hands and lustfull pyracie Of this hot ruâ—ting age whose luxurie Eu'n from the hoarie graybeard to the bold And youthfull beardlesse boy-wench we behold Priapus Altars reake with smoke and fire Of quenchlesse passions and vntam'd desire The baudie times tutor their Goatish sense In ribawld sciences and do commence Proficients in the art of Midwifetrie Pages can non-plus deepe obcenitie In Aristotles Problemes and in fine He 's best that best disputes in Aretine And I much wonder that this lustie time That women can both sing and sigh in rime Weepe and dissemble both in baudie meetre Laugh in luxurious pamphlets like a creature Whose very breath some Ouid did create With prouocations and a longing fate After some stirring meates wiues couet bookes Not penn'd by Artists but the fruits of Cookes Prescribing lustie dishes to enflame Their lustie fighting broode vnto their game Confections with infections of their kinde Roth both their body and corrupts the minde Ladies are turned Musk-cats and do sent As if perfumers bought their excrement As though their imperfections so did smel As without Ciuet it would poyson hell Ther 's scarce a face as it was first baptiz'd That keepes his Christian colour but disguiz'd With Lozinges and lotions as if their hate Found fault with God and could regenerate A better face with painting when their formes May poyson men but neuer poyson wormes All these as if an Academick sect Had studied new opinions to infect The soule with fond mortalitie define The soule organicall and not diuine And of a physick-bodie the best part Misconstring physick for the Doctors art These vices flesh the hot rain'd time with lust And bake cold Phlegine to humors more adust And hotter slipps of wedlock the Romans Guise To lillie-vesta offered Sacrifice To Esculapius a cock they gaue But now for Venus all our Henns we saue Looke you fond Doues chain'd to your goddesse carre Those Roman sonnes that haue out-prim'd your starre In chaster beames and with their motion runne Til maides turne Turkes and leaue their Christendome Hypsicrataea and chaste Liuia score For your examples and with zeale adore The memorable tombe of Portias name That eate hot flaming coales to keepe her fame From the rough surgerie of scandalous tongues That time might sing with praise her funerall songs Which Antiquaries in a golden page May name the gelded not the guilded age Sweet meats and al your delicates of vice Packe to the Comfit-makers there intice The baudy midwife and the pifering nurse To rotten teeth and tatling but thy curse Light not vpon the thrift of Cittie wiues Life 's sweet good nam 's farre sweeter theÌ„ their liues Perfumes and powders that make faces
VVhen neither Sea nor bind coopt in a ring Keept their conseruatiue place nor any thing Had an essentiall forme or element Circle or Center had true complement Of Art or nature but when heauen and earth Had from confusions bowels knawne the birth Of this faire Child nam'd Cosmos the Mouers eie Distinguisht this faire obiect of the skie From his disordred masse with all this globe And suted it in farre more formall robe Of quantitie and figure Then began All lights to light the Makers darling MAN For which indeer'd creation and respect This Microcosme of man was made errect With vpright speculation lineally To view this rich imbrodred Cannopie Of those Coelestiall bodies and begin 〈◊〉 crie Heauen is my Countrie Earth my Inne But leauing him to Heauen of Earth we sing As being of the world the perfects thing In the Creations wonder and the end Of our aspiring hopes which we ascend 〈◊〉 to our locall blisse and naturall place To end euen there where neuer ended grace Of Heauen THis glorious globe of heauens resplendent ball Trapt richly with his lights pontificall Fountaine of motion by which euery starre Is whirld from East to West orbicular In foure and twentie houres as Shepheards say Trotting the circuite of the naturall day Is of no frame nor forme geometricall But round of body and as Sphericall As the Egyptian Sages did compare The winding Snake vnto the circled yeere For of all figures this doth best appeare Euery way shewing a iust hemis pheare Bending vpon it selfe most capable To comprehend this frame so strong and able To boulster vp this loade and ponderous frame As it hath neither ioynts but still the same Keeping his actiue body aply sound As it is iointlesse pointlesse endlesse round Now whether this pure quintessence of nature Be euerliuing or a dying creature Or whether that diuine intelligence That giues to heau'n his turning excellence Giue essence or assistance as without The soule that moues it it were still from doubt Of what we call it now as ships that scowre The Oceans curled billowes by the powre And cunning of the Pilote eu'n to that clime Where that great idoll gold Saint of the time To whom the Indian Pilgrimes sacrifice Such three yeares Hecatombs of widowes cries Speaking in golden Oracles of drosse The Brusses murmure and the Mariners losse And yet at last returne with crazed slides With grasse-greene ribs furd with tempestuous tides With two or three aliue the Pilotes hand Guiding the sickely vessell to the land By which we see his forme and name he saues Although the Pilotes motion plowes the waues With card and compasse so in naturall sense Heau'n takes no forme from his intelligence Which onely like a Pilote sweetly steeres The harmony of nature in the spheares With powre assistent and their motions carrie With certaine lawes and statutes voluntarie That as when euery element doth striue To moue vnto his place conseruatiue As being so imperfect and so base That they must pine and die without a place And locall conseruation yet is heau'n a creature Of such a perfect quintessense of nature That it esteemes not place for conseruation But to another end of generation Moues with his powerfull influence whence began Our Schooles to ring the sun and man get man But leauing these to treade the thornie maze Of Schoole-cram'd Sophistrie againe we raise Our haughtie Muse to flie with sollid wings And search with starres and subcelestiall things For since we see that by the loadstones might The yron age is drawne where with delight The readers eye doth fansie and mens wits Like Bagpipes sound no sound but pleasant fits We are resolu'd to plucke such fruits from schooles And once to please Physitians knaues and fooles For to all these I know our booke shall come Packe Doctor to thy vrine and be dumbe The sottish Empericke onely fooles haue land And so haue countrey-knights these these command The Muses sonnes with an idolatrous knee To pray to Angels or a noble fee Of some poore Pamphlet Hence bastards to your sire Whilest we reuiue our quicke Promothean fire The number of these turning spheares of heauen Some say but nine others affirme eleuen Which all Diuines more full of holy fire Nam'd sacred Hirarchies where the blest quier Of heauenly Angels and true Martirs rides That with triumphant wreaths shall iudge the tribes The order of the Orbes caelestiall Are numbred thus the first imperiall So called of the Greekes as being a place Most full of holy light and Angels grace Whose blessed soules from passion doe suruiue Their substance onely being definitiue Not circumscriptiue as our bodies be With the aires cincture or concauitie Their bodies free from any locall span Of grose dimensions or precinctes of man And therefore in one bodie spirits dwell All in one place more then large Art can tell For round about the iust mans life and merits Million of Angels and bright flaming spirits Shall at one time and in one place vnite Their most regardant powers infinite And vnextended in our bodies moue With subtill motion from their place aboue Either to saue with a protectors will Heauens glorious darling or by their power distill With whippes of vengeance by their power diuine In Legions name possessing men and swine This Heauen the seate of those most happie soules Whose summum bonum all true blisse enrowles Was that third heauen whose glorious excellence Most sweetly rauisht Pauls admiring sence That steept in Loethe of so blest a trice He prayes to be disolued to Paradice And gorg'd with holy raptures full of grace He sings th' Abysse blisse riches of that place The second is the primum mobile So called by Sages in Philosophie Because as from so cleare and christall spring Proceeds the birth death motion of each thing Being the first that in his iust Carrere Deriues all motion to each second Spheare And yet himselfe in golden meane doth ride Equall in motion like the sacred guide Of some prime reuerent Prelat whose great Sea Is mou'd with hauenly Regularite Diuine in motion and Diuine in place Free of his learned influence rich in grace Oh pardon me dull age if I proclaime His venerable life more then his name Suparlatiuely gratious barke Heriticks to see Such Metropolitan vniformitie VVhilest your great fisherman in Tibers flood Shall moue in purple streames of royall blood And with disorderd orders turne the keyes To locke young fooles in Limbo and with ease Martyr a fond Apostate who reconcild By a graue goate-like father liues exild In some Sulphureous troope of Iesuites Whose powder-treason-Collidges inuites A Tiborne resolution whether sent or come Dies Traitors here and halter Saints at Rome But with a certaine order moues our heau'n Not swift nor slow but paraleld and euen From whence we truly know and can define Her motion heauenly and write it in the line Of Orthodoxall faith which moouing stands
Almanack With golden Epacts and new Moones doe crack The sturdie ioynts of Ephemerides With yeerely Sunnes and annuall compasses Whose merit euen the voice of God proclaimes With voice of all the people in the names Of our most reuerent Senate in which place Our graue Patricians more then th' outward grace Stands like a Center from whose point diuine To Brittanis Circle comes an equal line Of state and conscience which but drawne frō hence Makes vp an honor'd state-circumference 'T is not quick siluer'd-spirits that can run Throughout the vaine of earth with motion Of vnconcockted trauels that can merit The name of a State-mettall till the spirit By which his actiue nature still goes round Betempered with more massie stuffe and sound That in the winding Laberynth of state Iudicious eares may rightly terminate The most large bodies of the ranging time To a confin'd and superficiall line Not trauell but the minds graue residence That like the Sunnes vnited excellence Collected to the center of the glasse With greater vertue doth the obiect passe Makes a true States-man as in natures course Not euery motion can produce a force To be the cause of heate as in the Sunne We feele more heate when his hot beames doe runne vnited not disperst so fit for state Are iudgements setled and most temperate Not errant like a Planet but at rest Like the Polestarre with in his constant brest Then thou that snarl'st at their transcendent ranke And art thy selfe like some poore Mountibanke Made vp of drugges and tongues of euery land More fit for Ordinaries then command In the Abysse of state that with profound And perpendicular iudgements plumbes the ground Of euery scruple with deepe beames diuine Euen to th'vnmeasured bottom of each Mine The infinite thought creates repent thus farre Curse thy Dog-daies and rate thy sullen starre Packe foole to French-Baloone and there at play Consume the progresse of thy sullen day For such light pastimes suite a giddy braine Or if thy muddy and grosse feeding vaine Must needs be spic'd with Saturne walke More-fields The shades of malecontents whose causes yeelds Whole sholes of trauellers there may thine eies Surfet to see thy dull aspect arise And Planet-strike the Organ of thy sence With grosse and melancholly influence Cast here and there with enuious characters On lymping Souldiers and wild trauellers That sit a Sunning vnder some greene tree VVondring what riches are or rich men be But leauing these vnto the silent night Raw aires and hayecockes and the best delight Of such poore Grasshoppers that onely sing The Summer of their yeares with wandring Of fruitlesse voiages Next we present A gratious starre faire and beneuolent Drope Saturne with thy sullens to the earth VVhil'st Ioues bright star gets more auspicious birth Of Iubiter TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTIE PRINCE CHARLES a long life mortall and immortall TO you sweet Prince I sacrifice these lines Princes should liue by princely disciplines 'T is most collaterall Manna Angels foode It 's not so princely to bee great as good Planets rule man but Princes as they are Cald gods sway vs by vertue rule their starre What almanaks haue written in their praise In you haue greater power that oreswaies The doubt of art for certainely we know The full Moones of your vertues how they grow I wish your life may runne as doth your starre Orbd noblie and most nobly regular Or rather more for heauenly things aboue If they but crosse vs haue more hate then loue The teeming plowman thus will curse their powers When starres doe promise more in shew then showers But you are farre more prosprous and shall shine Blest in your influence mortall and diuine Enough is said in fine this booke shall tell T is good to be borne great best to doe well Your graces poore Subiect R. A. THE PHILOSOPHERS THIRD Satyr of Iupiter ♃ NOt Iupiter transform'd to many shapes His transmutations or celestiall scapes Amorous imbracings and adulterate fires Hot scalding passions and vnchast desires Nor of his tri-form'd thunder we describe That mauld th' aspiring Giants for their pride But of a heauenly bodie from whose merit Heroick actions drawe a noble spirit Vnder this stately and maiesticke starre Made happie by the raigne of Iupiter Are all those royall actions sweetly sung By our Welch Bards or the poettick tongue Of rauishing Lyrickes whose high Muses sings Starre-kissing Poems of the state of Kings The swelling tide of time whose mightie flood Like to an Ocean curl'd the streames of blood Of Kings and Worthies with true honour died Vnder this Princely Planet stellified True noble sparkes that can the soule define In honord persons in this Planet shine And giues essentiall formes to royall bloods Eternall to their names more then their goods Or fortunes can distinguish and deriues True honor not in name but in their liues Gentilitie from hence so riches bred That like a silke-worme it spinnes out his web That others might giue armes and weare his good More rich in vertues then blaz'd forth in blood Young Alexander whose triumphant hand Like some great earthquake shooke the sollid land With warlike rufflings of his princely mind By this aspect was at his birth assigned To honord enterprices and from hence Imperiall scepters draw their eminence And euery noble action of high fame That giues to honor an immortall name To Chronicles and times this starre doth blesse With an eternall Trophie of successe Which since his Princely flames scornes common men In a heroicke furie chafes our pen Tell me thou Royall States man to the Sunne Great signior of the worlds perfection High Treasurer for honourable brests That with imperiall wreathes adornes their crests Where are those Heroes whom Iupiter Did canonize euen in their Sepulcher And after death blest with thy influence Enspheard their soules with thy intelligence Crane vp true honor through the horned Moone That now vsurpes the day and shames bright noone With their confused actions where are those That had more honour in their minds then clothes Great Caesars Court did shine with warlick hands Ieer Atlas Ieer and laugh at yellow bands That now do staine the times Tell Iupiter The worlds mad after Safforn and preferre A most sur-reuerence fashion like a purge Before the conquest of the worlds large verge Gentilitie lookes like some painted whoore Whom wise men pittie though times-Bands adore Rather bright starre of heauen drop from thy place And kisse the Chaos then thy smiles disgrace On their natiuities that doe pretend Their linage from the Sunne which loath doth lend His beames to such corruptions purified As that most noisome muckhill of their prides Whose vapors sluffe the organ of mans sense With such mortalitie of peslilence That each phantastick corner of the land Stinkes with infection of a yellow band And yet can boast their gentry from a starre Kinde in coniunction and familiar To their high Fates Laugh Laugh Democritus Heer 's a right Comedie though vicious
To stretch foorth all thy powers to excesse And fat thy heart with mortall foolishnesse These are those atomes of nobilitie Which in thy schoole thou taugh'st erroneously To be the worlds beginning Laugh fond Sir Such moates of gentrie makes a Vsurer Raile foule-mouth'd Cinick lend thy lanthorne here That to thy candles brightnesse may appeare These Scums of gentrie turne my beagle-Muse To lash these Butterflies that doe abuse The name of that bright Planet that shootes forth More virtue then their Tailors-billes are worth And if my Satyr gently letting blood Might of true nobler brests be vnderstood What we call honor or Nobilitie Who knowes not vertue is gentilitie An habit of the minde not of the clothes Which euery poore Logician truly knowes To be in diuers Categories plac'd The one in qualitie the other grac'd With Art and Scituation Courtiers then Would scorne such gaudy Gallifoists of men And rather fill their honord traine with starres Such whose vnspotted vertues weares no Scarres Of bankerout Citizens that weares his owne Like Byas still about him and not growne To surfets with excesse in sutes of trust Filling his hot veines with insatiat lust To formes of alteration yet at last Is alwaies poore in vertue rich in wast The honor of this Planet shewes the minde And not the cast-clothes of some fawning hinde That by obseruance to his mightie Lord Hath crept into good outsides by a word Bought afore moud For some poore office feede That now is fallen to helpe the busie neede Of some poore Groome Great Iupiter forbeare To hurle thy influence from thy princely Spheare That these may claime their most abortiue birth Vpon this leastall of this noisome earth From thy heroick flames as from their sire But to right noble brests giue nobler fire Let such adore thy rising in thy East That feele an honord furie in their brest Charme all ignoble-thoughts and with the age Leaue reliques of his honord pilgrimage Euen to his speaking marble that his stone May swet with memorie and his dust bemone The liuelesse forme of his dead Element Hearst vp in death whose liuing Monument Can with this heauenly Ecco thus resound Prince Henries steps hath taught vs the same groūd Of noble buildings and since him succeds A Princely Iupiter in noble-deeds And honord hopes how then can honour er That shares the spirits of this Iupiter And Princely beames whose motion most direct Treads worthie of so bright and faire aspect That trobled at his birth his princely rayes Behold great Prince what in these Antick dayes May make true honor currant and exclude The ends of high blouds from the multitude And fire of baser ranckes that when your age Shall come to vnderstand the Bedlame rage Of this distracted time and ripely see That not by reason but base phantasie Reflext from our opinions we define Honours to be the fashion of the time Like coloured Rainebowes that deceiue our eies With superficiall shapes of vanities And with mature and clearer beames of sight Distinguish of all obiects of the light In your perspicuous iudgement then your sense Shall in one point vnite the difference Of what a long time your too tender eie Your Organ not dispos'd could ne're discrie Then all things rightly set the Medium faire And the most grosse parts of this sinfull aire Diaphanall and cleare your eie shall see That the true species of nobilitie Is not th' extreame and outward visible part But the profound concealement of the hart Exempt from outward fashions so appli'd As it is truly noble without pride Or forraine imitation but intire To his owne fashion made not to admire But to attire poore nature and to draw The peoples hearts with an obsequious awe Vnto the Commons loue not common gaze Of Player-like-fashions for true honors praise Is like the blessed Hebrew tongue so strange That in confusions it did neuer change His primitiue purenesse and how vnlike we be To heauenly boaies in simplicitie In motion and in formes speake heauens in thunder And rate this mad world in a peale of wonder That euer since the order of thy frame Keepes still one fashion and moues still the same Nor is the soule as fond Pithagor as said Of a true nóble man to be conuai'd By transmigration or phantastick shapes Into the bodies of such Zainie-Apes As fashions make the English but assigned To the immortall vertue of the mind That 's not traduc'e or mixt of elements But of the most infused temperaments Subiect to no mortalitie of Fate Except base actions doe degenerate From that immortall and pure quintessense That vertue giues vs in our innocence From which if honor by relapse digresse We lose that paradice of happinesse Where honor was created and that place Where vertue did infuse originall grace Into a great mans soule Princes may eate Of euery tree that vertue made for meate Onely that tree in midd'st of Eden spred The tree of vice a touch of that strikes dead Thinke what it is great Prince that makes you liue Greater then you were borne when worth shall giue Vnto your actions such a long-liu'd fame As to all ages shall enrowle your name And such is vertue that can ne're exspire But like a Salamander liues in fire And furie of the times and there ne're burnes After the funerall ashes of our Vrnes For 't is not that great title that you weare Of princely greatnes and a future feare That can make you controler of the starres Or write your name in endlesse Characters To all posterities nor i st applause Or popularitie that can giue cause To make you liue for euer but in fine 'T is vertue giues a Godhead makes diuine Not Caesars birth made Caesar to suruiue But Caesars vertues that are yet aliue Great Alexander Homers Iliades read Whose vertues made him liue when he was dead A great mans vices dammes his fame so deepe Ther 's no redemption when his vertues sleèpe Actions crowne vertues and like Pulses prooue Whether the soule of greatnesse sweetly mooue With Natures harmony which standing still Or faintly beating shewes them dead or ill All this sweet Prince is to instruct your youth Without equiuocation to the truth Of honourable actions that doe rise And mount by vertue to possesse the skies For marke but that diuorce that time hath sude From such a Kingly troope and multitude Of memorie and fame and with their toombe Buried their honours with an equall doome In silence and obliuion you shall see That vertue reades the Art of memorie And can doe miracles euen from the dead To raise true worth by time canonized And fetch new breath in princes when our shame And vice in Lymbo shall ramme vp our name What pen shall blaze that Epicures dam'd vaine That wisht his licorish pallate like a Crane In surfets and high sparklings healthes of wine Vnlesse some Satyr with his lashing line Flea his abuse or else the stage hath stung His life
THE PHILOSOPHERS SATYRS WRITTEN BY M. ROBERT ANTON of Magdalen Colledge in Cambridge Gaude quod spectant oculi te mille loquentem Quicquid sub terra est in apricum proferet aetas LONDON Printed by T. C. and B. A. for Roger Iackson and are to be sold at his shop in Fleetstreet ouer against the great Conduit 1616. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WILLIAM LORD HERBERT EARLE OF Pembrooke Baron of Cardiffe Marmion and Saint Quintin one of his Maiesties most honourable priuie Counsell and Knight of the most noble order of the Garter Robert Anton wisheth a happy life militant and triumphant I Remember Right Honourable the whining complaint of the Poet concerning vertue Credo pudicitiam Saturno rege moratam delapsum in coelis 'T is the iron age and vertue must haue Estredge like concoction or else die in an Hospitall for want of a Patron T is well she is stellified in heauen for earth is her locall place of torment I haue been a sad spectator of her iniuries and deplore her miserable exile yet her ecclipse by the interposition of vice is not a totall defect of her heauenly light but partiall and limited yet how prodigious it is the tragicall changes of this age can truly prophesie Some Surgeon might haue begd a dead body from the fanges of execution whose Anotomy might haue taught the age the constitution of vice impostumated with murder and hot raind affections My prayer is more charitable then Cynicall to wish any plants of such an vnfortunate tree I haue seene vice adored with her superstitious Imagerie and I wish all true Protestants to vertue rather to die Martyrs then reuolt from her profession in whose faith your honour is held a most religious professor the sects of vice are more then in Amsterdam to whose errors I oppose my booke as an eager disputant The motions of this planitarie satire are regular and presented in a maske of a seuenfold vniformity Appeare Philosopher in thy vndaunted humor of grauity spit defiance in the face of scurrile satirrisme lend heauenly whipcord and borrow correction from the Sunne fetch blood from the whole body of Nature and the sixe planets lay on load on the stigmatick shoulders of vice This book was conceiued in dog-daies and must bite the signe is in Scorpio and the planets in their most criticall mansion Be as the world thinkes you vertuous and reade this booke with a more then laurell resolution The thunder hath no power ouer a consecrated and vertuous mind it smites onely strong timbred villanies Kings haue accepted rootes from a Philosopher the gift is small yet it calls you Lord and me master A satire is musicke worthie of Pithagor as his opinion especially when the planets dance a heauenly lauolto they are nimble spirited and actiue and onely hope for the passiue part of your noble patronage Your Honours obliged Robert Anton. TO THE COVRTEOVS AND Iudicious Reader WHo ere thou art that art intellectuall be thou my Organist and let thy soule which with Philosophers is but a harmonie keepe time with this Musicall maske of the Spheares I haue laboured here to present Art and Nature without their vgly periwiggs of obsceane and shallow Poetry and haue distinguisht the confusion of time from a graue and methodical dialect How poore and naked doth that labour appeare that hath no other clothes but the sustian of Apes and base imitation how like a Bedlam looks a Poet by nature that neuer writes but in full Moones of surfets and Bacchanalian quotations of young Gentlemens ruins and dice consuming Lordships how poore a Graduate is learning wheÌ„ it keeps acts in tenebris murders the Presse with fellonious Pamphlets stolne froÌ„ the imperfections of their deerest friends nay purloined froÌ„ their own scabbed dispositions and vlcerous inclinations I must confesse my selfe to bee a sorrowfull patient in my owne defects yet a phisicall proficient in their remedies I take no pleasure in the incision of other men Onely I reade an Anotomie lector of their vices Comment vpon me with iudgement not censure and thou shalt find thy soule brimfull of emulation but void of enuie for others that are not borne with a generous infusion I hold with Galen that the temperament of their soules followes the temperament of their grosse and sottish bodies and therefore basely vncapable Thine as thy iudgement is R. A. IN SATYRAS DIGNISSIMAS et vere Phylosophicas amici sui verissimi Roberti Anton. INcipe sis primus sophiae qui mystica iura In Satyras vertens crimina vera canit Phylosophus verus sis nominis ellumon inde Sit tibi sâ—m philos tu mihi chare sophos To his 〈◊〉 friend R. A. DEesert and praise are Twins The first being quicke The second still is so or if it die Then is the first too sound or else too sicke And so may dye in grace or Enuies eye But this with wonder in my stomacke stickes That Satyrs wrapt but in base Balladrie Are praisd beyond the moone of lunatickes As being sun-begot so cannot die Needs must I hugge the Muse and praise the pen Of him that makes his Satires dance a brall Vnto the musicke of the spheares euen then When as the planets footed it withall Thou sharply singst but he the burden beares That would haue songe more sharpe but for his eares I. D TO THE AVTHOR WEll may we praise those books that bring vs store Of profit with their pleasure here to fore Th' art of Astronomie was such tough meate It almost broke our teeth ere we could eate â—â—t thou with quaint and curious dressing hast Made it melt now like honâ—â— â—n the 〈◊〉 And sith heauen 's so farre 〈◊〉 one easily may Goe thither for 't is vphill all the way Thou to saue vs the paine of trauelling thus Iudicious writer bringst the heauens to vs Makst the starres serue as letters by which we May reade the secrets of Astronomie Yet winn'st thou not graue tutor more respect When thou didst teach then when thou dost correct The golden age is past iron the worst Is onely left and that 's halfe eate with rust Rough files and corsiue waters onely may For oyle does no good fetch this rust away Well therefore hast thou chose with Satyricke rimes To whip and fetch blood from these Bedlam times So wise Physitians when they see bad blood Open a veine that they may make it good P. B. Medii Temp. THE PHILOSOPHERS SEVEN Satyrs aluding to the seuen Planets And first of his Section of heauen THere was a time before all time begun VVhen the proud Iennets of the radiant Sunne VVere scarce deliuered from the wombe of night And backt by circular motion when all light Soiourn'd with darknesse and this glorious ball Had neither forme nor soule Angelicall To moue those orbes aboue as some propound With rauishing musicke or such heauenly sound As that great distance of those rowling spheares Barres from the organs of all humane eares