fully finisht the world vast Theater He brings up Man and gives the world to see His curious art in their Epitome VVhich but in man he in no creature would They but of Simple hee of Compound mould They but of bodyes only doe consist In man a bodie and a soule contrist His bodie his base part earth represents His heaven-breathd soule earth's soule the elements The ingredients of the world are water Aire Earth fire such man's ingredients are Your leave And thus the semblance I rehearse Betweene the great and little Universe His head 's orbicular like the circular skies Whose lamps meet rivalls in his orient eyes And as t is heaven most like t is heaven most neare Reason swayes her majestiest seepter there That divine guest that makes a man thence all The senses borrow their originall And as their sole and supreme court repaire To manifest their virtues in that chaire Nor may I here forget that comely front That so surprises all that looke upon â—t Those lovely lineaments those goodly graces Attend the sweets of well proportiond faces What wonders nature in his tongue commences The instruments of delicious senses Which wee beyond expresse oftimes refresh With rapsodies from that small filme of flesh How right here 's Pan and phoebus whilst our cares Are partiall twixt our voyces and the spheares Some time t' is full and makes his voice as loud As thundring roating from the shattered cloud But let 's goe downward with his heires and see How it does with the piles of grasse agree The number well concurres in each wee see The numerous foot steps of a deitie Both the effect of moisture who so seekes The Rose or Lillie they so blow in his cheeks Nay what can you present but hee commands The lively transhape from his Protean handes His bloud is like the streams that to and fro Turning and winding are the center through should I here swell my story to present The office of each chord each ligament The Nerves the tendons and the Arteries My life would be toe short to finish these Nay there 's no member but in it I see A theame of wonder to eternitie And yet this body wee can't prayse enuffe Compare it with the soule ti's sordid stuffe Ther 's not such dfference t'wixt the sorrie case And Iewell t'wixt the mask and the faire face God made mans body after all the rest Add after that inspir'd the soule the best The body from the earth the dust ascends The incompounded soule from God descends T' is not the flessi but in the soule that wee Assume the image of the deitie The bodie 's suject to moralitie The soul part of the living God can't dye Natures appointed time of change revolves And it into his elements desolves His native heat does to the fire repaire Water to water breath unto the aire The bones and parts that are more solid must Lye prisners till they render dust to dust Meane time the soul her native station keeps In heaven whilst nature in her causes sleeps A Guesse at HELL Par nullae figura Gehennae ACcursed Topheth how shall I define This dismall dungeon this sad Cell of thine So dark so duskie so devoid of light How shall I see to draw thy picture right VVhat Colours shall I grinde Colours said I Thou art all black black as Proserpines Eye Deep declive beneath the dead Sea is In a blinde hole this thy all black Abysse Thy pitchie Pallace where the chearly Sun Nere comes as out of his commission Nor lends the Moon so much as one odd night To qualifie thy darknesse with her light VVhich we but sleep by No nor all the yeare Does one small starre on thy dark front appeare Thou blackest Moore ask but thy Danaan traine Their tub tash tells thee thou art labour in vaine Goe ask Ixion else or him whose stone Gathers no mosse they all conclude in one Thou the true Negro art and Patentee Of utter shades there is no night but thee The darknes the Egyptians felt was but A type of thine and but too fairely cut Trâ—tareous Tullian how thy tract is trod To Baalzeub knight of the black rod Whose haggie haire curls into snaky torts More terrible then poets poore reportâ— His ghastly yea his grislie looke is such My sense fosakee mee if I thinke on 't much His hornes the pitch fork is where with he turnes Those broyling Sceletons he ever burnes In flames that never shall be quencht but hark I talk of flames and yet I call Hell dark Flames I confesse there are but black not bright Yea there is fire and yet no firelight Fowle feind thy nose is like a Comet or The tayle of some prodigious Meteoï Well may it serve thee for thy red hot purr VVherewith thou dost thy stifling sulphur stirre Thy sooty Eybrowes are as black as coales Smoakt with thine eyes that flame like Oven holes Meane while the Corners where fresh Brimstone lies Pretend a yellow Jandyse in thine eyes But 't is the black the black fiend is thy griefe But thy disease admits of no reliefe Thy mouth like raging Aetna vomits fire The furious flakes of thy unslak't desire As much attractive and as mercilesse as The 7 times hotter headed furnace was Thine armes are firie fetters that embrace Those monuments of miserie whose sad case Thou do'st not pâ—ttie though though seem'st a while To weep upon them like the Crocodile Have you not heard of smoaking Sodom such His breath 's But Sodom smoak's not half so much His veynes are streams of sulphur His loud lungs His bellows And his hideous hands his tongues His black and melancholly bloud containes VVorse venome then â—re lurkt in Centaurs veines And by his cloven foot 't is plainly showne His Kingdom run's upon Division These are his titles The Vnfathom'd Gulfe The Roaring Lion And the Raging Woolfe The Wild Beast of the Forrest The Annoyer Of Christian liberty The Destroyer The Mortall Enemy of all man kinde By these and such like tearmes is he defind Father of Falshood Feeces of the Cup Of Condemnation who can summe thee up Or set thee forth No hand can ere effect it Unlesse that hand that captiv'd thee direct it Envye her Ensign on thy front displaies And like the Basilisk at distance slayes Thy Nose steep as the Alpes parts two deep Cells On this side Hatred That side Malice dwells And cause such beauty some preservatives askes Shame and Confusion are thy constant masks But least my Charkole faile to finish thee Thou art the form of all deformity As for thy vassalls thus begin their evills Their entrance strait transformes them into Devils Their entertainment will be such as they Shall flee to death But death will flye away Hard are their haps so vainly shall implore A deadly reqâ—iem at death's deafned dore The torturous worme that gnawes their consciences Doe's like Prometheus vultur never cease Curses are all their hymmes Their parched throats
Occasions Off-spring OR POEMS UPON Severall OCCASIONS By Mathew Stevenson Mart. Dic mihi quid melius desidiosus agas LONDON Printed for Iohn Place and are to be sold at his shop at Furnivalls Inne Gate in Holborne 1645. To my best Friend and courteous Cosen Mr. Benjamin Cook all good wishes SIR YOur candid Interpretations of these conceits severally hath animated mee to a gleaning them up together and betrai'd you to a Dedication they say Quae prosunt singula multa juvant Nor is it unusuall for men of my condition in this nature to repend the good nature of their munificent friends However did my starres promise mee any other requite This trifling barke ballanced with scarce any thing but sand and stones should to the fortune of the doubtfull waves without a Palinure in hope either the shores would protect the shallow or the deep drown it out of sight and time out of minde I confesse I can look upon it no otherwise then a degree of impudence to obtrude that upon your patronage which I my selfe have scarce confidence to owne Neverthelesse deigne it your accept since though you finde in it probably nothing good you may yet assure your self of the good will and good intents of him that resolves to leave nothing unattempted might any wayes render him Sir Your most gratefull servant M. STEVENSON READER I Hâ—ve hâ—re drawn up a Poetick party of Pegasean pulfries in the new Artillary ground of this book which as they now stand in close order under the colours and command of the Book-bindâ—r seem no lesse unanimous then uniform but upon a little examination you shall finde them Pro and con round and royall and like the Cadmean Upstarts sheathing their weapons in each others entrails Many of them I must tell you are Amazonian Archers fighting under the banner of their winged Generall Others under the carelesse flaggs of fancy for the merry halfe Crownes Aequa Venus Teuâ—ris ' allas iniqua fuit Others are at their guard and wall in themselves with the stones of their obdurate hearts of whom the Poet sayes Et dicam siâ—iâ—es pâ—ctus habere If you chance as I can not hope but you will either in mine or the Printers oversight meet some lame Souldiers I hope they shall likewise meet your charity For the times being like themselves humoursome they seeme to promise me some approve provided the Proverb hold true Like to like But what need I feare to mount that brain sick stage where even lyes and Libells under the new fangled notion of news passe as currant as our coine for my part I am not so in love with my owne feathers as in think them worthy a terse care or an ingenious eye Nor doe I yet so abdicaâ—e my owne ability but that I judge my paâ—es as much above your contempt as beneath your envy To the Author my very loving Cos. Mr. M. Stevenson COs. I confesse and thou knowst I am one That never yet had tast of Helicon Yet those loose ares that I did lately glean From the full Harvest of thy fruitfull pen I here returne thee knowing the so kinde Thou wilt my love and not my language minde Trust mee Cos. this course paper I designe Not as a grace but soyle to set off thine For I am certaine there 's no eare so terse But will be ravisht with thy smoother verse But hold I must thy just applause refraine For that Part of my bloud runn's in thy veyne Yet they will pardon this poore God a mercie That note how many Poems point at R. C. To the inimitable Poet My honourd friend The AVTHOR BVt must I pen thy prayse my noble friend â—hat were a task would never have an end I de have thy golden Poems writ in Gold Thy names great title in fames list enrold Virgill no more shall Prince of Poets be But thou Hee 's but a petty Prince to thee I le to the grove where freshest Laureats grow And plat a wreath my self to crown thy brow H. A. To my Ingenious friend the AVTHOR ANd must I adde my mite Deare Stevenson I know thou wilt accept it well t is done Faith I can't tell while I thy lines read ore Whether I love thee Or admire the more Thy books not fraught with tales of Robin hood But lofty fancy By the Lord t is good Thy sweet-lippt Muse most ample test doth give Of high events and I say let her Live N. B. To my most esteemed friend The AVTHOR TEll me no more of Withers wilde abuses Thy book a thousand times more wit produces Withers shall wither whilst thy bayes are seen Like Daphnes Chapplet of immortall green F. B. To his very good friend The AVTHOR I Have perus'd thy book in which I finde The perfect portrait of thy noble minde I must confesse I once was one of those Did both suspect thy poesie and prose But having read thee too as well as it I am thy wittnesse t' was thine owne pure witt And therefore shall even for thy sake alone Conclud Minerva weares a colour'd gowne R. D. In Honorem Authoris NOt that I think that thy Aonian wine Has any need of this poore bush of mine But that in some small measure yet I might Exrpess the love I owe thee I must writ And prayse thy fluent fancy that atteines To that with ease which others can't with pains Many of these thy Poems did I see Drop from thy ready pen Ex tempore And fitly cal'd Occasions of spring wast For the {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} of time flew not more fast Did the conceit come even twixt Cup and Lip It was thine owne occasion could not slip Whence I me convinc'd that poetri 's a spirit Which except heaven infuse none can inherit Thine yea thine T H. Occasions Off-spring OR POEMS Upon severall Occasions To Her that loves me A Way with fond Hyperbolies Subliâ—ing dust to Deities I purpose but to say y' are faire As Envie must confess you are If you were not you should not hâ—re My praise should knees couch your desire But you are so which to deny Can be no less then Heresie Doubtless the Qeen of beauty was But like your self some peerless Lass Till by her Cyprian Zelots she Mounted the stile of deitie Had you liv'd then I really do Presume y' had been a Goddess toe For in your features men may fre The God of Loves artillary Your curling Tresse is all the bow The wanton wars with here below His fire-locks too the world espy Presented in your sparkling eye Your fame 's his Trum pet and men seek His Banner in your bashfull cheek Your pearly rows at every smile Like Cadmus Troops stand ranck and file If then so fair a front appear Doubt not there 's somewhat in the rear But t is not fit we further look Since Nature's pleas'd to shut the book Howere I hope I sha'nt displease her To guess what I see not
Yet while I love and in my breast enshrine yee It don 't to pitty but contempt incline yee Nature will lend my lip a cloak And than I may profess I want not zeal though man My statures small And Cuâ—id cannot find Me yet Shrubs loose th' advantage of the wind Yet should I love thus young I â—ight produce Such presidents would warrant my excuse And yours too Sapho sum'd up all her joy In the embrace of a Cicilian boy The Queen of Greecâ— lov'd Theseus but a Lad And Cytharea her Adonis had Nay Love himself that God is but a Child Shall I then be for want of years exil'd Yea I have heard fair Damsels say In truth Of all that love give me the smooth-chin'd Youth True I am young and thence I dare approve My non-acquaintance with the slights of love You are that woundld me the first and all Blame me not then that come at the fiâ—st â—all To Amabunda BUt dost beleive in faiâ—h that I Lov'd thee faith 〈…〉 liye Extinguish therefore thy desire Ere it becomes unruly fire For thy flames work but the same way With mee as the hot Sun on clay No thou must take thy heeles and flee If thou wouldst have mee follow thee Fugis insequor To Suavia NOt love you whom the world confess The miracle of prettinesse That were an humour to disguise My reason and betray my Eyes Noe noe without dissimulation Your beauty is too strong temptation Had I not found you the rare shee Y' had liv'd unlov'd unmov'd by mee I cannot court a common face Enricht with only one poor grace A forehead handsome smooth and high A lovely Lip or Chin or Eye But pardon Suavia if I Love You In whom all these graces move Deigne then one gentle smile on mee Who will your constant Vmbra be So long as either I have eyes Or you have wherewith to surprize Choose Madam then which you think best Either hard favour or soft breast Aut sacien mutes aut ne sis dura necâ—â—e est An Answer to the Song call'd faire Archybella to whose eyes c. My dearest ARchybella's Eyes Though nere so faire shall not despise But owne thy loyall sacrifice 2. Suppose her cruell And a while Hir frownes like midnight day exile T is noon again if you but smile 3. Wee like our lodging and protest So you provide a faithfull breast To vow our self your constant guest 4. Nor need you feare since you impart Your wounds so fresh but we have art And Balsam too to ease your smart 5. Let not a thought that death may give Molest thee doubt not thou to live If smiles or teares may but reprive 6. Dread not my deare so dire a doome Forbid it heaven the hower should come That thou shouldst suffer Martyrdome The Answer to Well-well t is true c. 1. WEll well t is true That I have lov'd a fool and it is you But since I plainly see Whilst I in pitty lend a smile You make me conscious all the while Of your Idolatry I 'le henceforth squib your Wildsire flames and scorne The adoration of an Ass So foolishly forlorne 2. Come come be wise and dally not with Ladies charmfull eyes The Magazine from whence Love armes himself the Stars I say Are bright and powerfull too but they Have no such influence We set us down in Titans glittering shine Reciprocating beame for beam Where Stars their heads decline 3. Whilst yee like fools to deâ—fie us pump and dreine your Schools For an Hyperbody Presuming that yee highly please Our Sex to stile us Goddeâ—es Alas we know yee lye VVe are but flesh and blood though our bright eyes Surprising your infaruate sense Yee deem us Deitâ—es BUt since that Fate has drawn me to the trouble of thy prate I l'e not my â—abour loose For I l'e make use of thine own plot To let thee know I love thee not Well or ill take it choose And therefore I le go get me a new bar To rid my Chamber of such Apes Such Toyes as Sutors are 5. GO love your wine and all your Muses nine and nine times nine So you will not love me For me I love my Dog my Cat Nay I would love I care not what So it may not be thee Love you your laughing and your quaffing Crew I love my Country and my King But hate such fools as you The Virgin Canticle to Gerrard 1. AVant yee false Intruders that my Chamber hant Good faith I can't No nor J will not listen to your love No more will J though you would give me all your store Unbolt my door You do but rocks and senseless marble move For well yea too too well J can your perjur'd story tell There 's no faith rests In mens false breasts Therefore farewell farewell 2. T is true I was so foolish once as to Love you But now Irue I ever yeilded unto such an ague But yet I de have you know my friend though I did get One burning fit I had another cold enough to plague you For I who was all fire am now congeald into all ice VVhence you may find Though I was kinde I can be merry and wise 3. The willow thou thinkst torments me but alas poor fellow Ask but my Pillow If it can witness ere a sigh I fetcht Or that on my bed-side as in a dreame I sate Moaning my fate Or out of melancholly my self streacht â—le warrant thee my boy thou 't find all circumstances prove That maidens too As well as you Can with discretion love 4. And now I do intend to run through Lovers row As well as you And tast the sweetnesse of variety For I suppose there 's some sweet sweet in it or yee VVould never be So much addicted to inconstancie Therefore I le set and see the messes usherâ— in by scores And tast of this And that fine dish To the hundred and fiftith course 5. In vaine thou temptst mee Paris what wouldst thou be faine Forsworn againe Alas I valew not thy threadbare Oathes Goe finde some other tame foole for I have no minde T' embrace the wind No nor those vowes thou puâ—st of with thy cloaths If yet thou dst have me love thee then I prethee nere come to mee For I protest I love thee best When thou art furthest from mee The Choice T Is not thy rubie Lips nor Rosie Cheeks In which my heart a full contentment seekes T is not the treasure of thy golden tresses Thaâ— makes me rich or challenge my Caresses Nor yet thy light-dispersing eyes though they Be the true Phosphors of the breaking day Should I serve beauties obvious to the eye Pigmaleons statue then would see the vye And I might well if I should cease to range Advantage my affâ—ction at the change But I have suited at a nobler rate Then to court paint Beauties inaninâ—ate In summe there 's nothing out-sides can impart Hath power to make a conquest on my heart
neither To whome nor how only they would b'lurt forth Some thing that men might see their want of worth I 'le bray you in my morter fooles and then Make yee a pastime for the worst of men Incorparate yee vessells base absurd With Album Graecum and the Divells turd Compound yee up into a pocky pill VVith C. G. D. Sarseperill And Sassafras whilst all that see yee shall Say yee are rogues Alexipharmacall I hope it shall suffice when I have brought Your bodyes into atomes worse then nought Some fishwives kist your fancies taught ye pratâ— The rabulous dialect of Billings gate And yet I lik't your taile timber for it Came Just in time as I had list to sh Sans Ceremonic then end these Jarres You and your Poet after kisse mine A But didst thou think up to reveng to climbe By a poore mercenary hacking ryme Or that thou couldst thy letherne purse-strings stretch Vnto the latitude my braines would reach Away poore foole when my keene satyrs come Off with your hat and scrape your answer mumme Shouldst thou buy lines to answer mee thou fopp I 'de write till 't cost thee all the shooes i th shop Alice Goffe A poore woman taken stealing soape Why how now woman what 's the newes belike You serve'd the grocer but a slippery trick T' was very cheap nay marry you must thrive If wee pay ten you get under five But stay they say the grocer turn'd his eyes And you stole both the custome and excise And well enough you did but a rope The mischeife lyes you should have left the soap You made wash way with 't being but a reach But have a care i th end 't may cost a streatch You know the broverb ti's as true as old If the one chance to slip t'hother will hold Alas you never could have stoll'ne a badder Commoditie Sope brings you to the ladder You think to have 't with a wet finger but A cleanly theife had better be a slut Come Come stay the hoggs leisure pray I hope As good as you doth wash with Lincolne shrie sope If you steale sope to make your clothes so fine You le bring your selfe as well as them to th' line Yet I confesse t was pittie goody Goffe Stealing good soap you came no cleanlyer of To my Noble Friend THis after-noon your rideing Boots and bands Your good grey cloak and Gloves came to my hands The Gloves were trim the Cloak most purely feeles The bands and Boots have tyde me neck heel To the same Gentleman desiring my verses upon any price and on his sending mee a new Suit PRice out upon t what price pray doe you think A peice of paper and a little ink If you like our poetick merchandise Traffick and your acceptance is the price For mee I think it even in justice meet So long as you finde Boots that we finde feet Sir in a word your love returnes with ours Our suit accepted was and so is yours To a Schoole master In excuse of his Scholler G. Green THis duskie morne the youth was overseen Pardon good Sir in truth the boy is Green To my valued friend A New-years gift HAd I but Mydas Chymick tuch My new years gift should now be such Europ should it admire But I Talk of Larks in a falling skie In stead therefore of hopelesse pelfe Deyne but acceptance and my selfe Am your oblation but alas How shall this guift for current pass Since what I here present unto you Being given you long a goâ—I owe you Since then our gifts prove empty dishes Wee l furnish them with wholsom wishes Our first be this where ere you come May you but view and overcome Weed wish you yonger brothers wit But that wee see y'abound with it May shee that moves your amorous thirst Be wounded and your prisâ—er first And let her unconcealed fires Foment your temperate desires May favoring heaven lend her no rest On any Pillow but your breast And when glad Hymens holy twine Hath clapt her Lilly hand in thine Then let thine armes at once enfold Faire Hellens face and Danaes Gold May all her care and study be To love and be belov'd of thee And to eternize mutuall favour Hâ—avens make her such as thou wouldst have her I envie any foes shall make yee Be this their curse A Good yeare take yee ALE IS this that Ale to which the Dyers flew So fast to wadd their Copper noses blew Bidding old stingo Cut-throat bere adiew Then give us Ale Is this that jolly juyce those bowling bratts Soakt in And on their shoulders set their fatts With Rains-heads spite of Rainbowes in their hats Then give us Ale Is thiâ— that Yorkshire stuffe did so confound And send a way the Weavers shuttle crownd That they could neither finde nor feel the ground Then give us Ale Is this that temple where the weavers lay To meet the merry Merchants day by day And double Ale their single stuffs away Then give us Ale Is this that so much talkt of Northren hum For which both simpletons and sâ—ges come Is this that Lantatan tanta so but mum Then give us Ale Is this that Ale that makes you dyers be So oft from home pray tell me where were yee Should all be hang'd that from their Colours flee Then give us Ale Is this that same that did so much besot The toasted Comber as he quite for got His own And now calls for the other pot Then give us Ale Yea give us Ale for now I finde it true That Merchants Weavers Combers Diars too And all the world this liquor turnes true blew Then give us Ale As for your Poet his unfeyned wishes Are that the Ocean were such Ale as this is That yee and all true trouts might drink like fishes Then give us Ale And for ol'd Margerie that Northern minks For my part such Ale as shee brews shee drinkes A Visit LAst Fry day to my neighbours house J slept To sâ—e what Hospitallity he kept Soon I espid his Chimnie like a Maiden In the green sicknesse with her colour fading Blushlesse and bleath only herein they sever This a numme Palsie hath and that a Feaver Neighbour said I your Chymnies to be let Why Sir quoth hee you see no bill on t yet Well then said I to put you out of doubt I guesse so cause your fire is going out To the World SOme say Deucalion made the World Repâ—pulous with stones he hurld Over his shoulder On my life T is false Hee hurld them ore his wife And ever since 't has been the fashion So to hurle stones in generation O. P. to A. C. that oversold him a Horse to pay him at the day of his marriage he being contracted and to marry with in ten dayes O. P. not dreaming of any such matter WHy how now Iockie what upon the Catch Had I suspected yours 't had been no match Look how the Proverbs crost you 'r
Endeare us to our God for new defence But would you be reveng'd then thus let 't be Plot so as he that made the eye may'nt see To the right honourable the C. of Dâ—RSET Promising a Gentleman her 〈◊〉 in marriage MADAM THe charmefull language from your lips distilld My ravisht eares with heavenly musick fill'd Had I led Love unto your Neeces heart And praid him there transsix his keenest dart His being blind would have left him exempt From penalty And charg'd the whole attempt On my accompt whose boldnes durst aspire Prometheus like unto celestiall fire T were secriledged and just such to bereave Diaâ—â— of a Numph without her leave Or steal a starre from off his region Whilst Phebe slept with her Endymion I had been fellon to your honours bloud And stolne a cignet from that royall floud Had not your grace first given me my book The golden Scepter of your gracious look But now with humble confidence I resort To this faire stream having your warrant for 't Only let me beseech your honour that You 'd ratifie it with a second date Then being armd with this encouragement My next addresse is to the Lady bent My fortunes balance on whose only breath ' Depends the sentence of my life or death If such a match felicitate my life I le treat her as â—y Mistresse though my wisse I le study what may please her and contend With fate to make her happie to the end As for you gratious madam deigne mee still The clear beames of your ladyships good will So shall I be assur'd what I commence Shall ripne in such sun light influence Meane while no thought shall from my breast arise But what I dare present as sacrifice Thus J returne my selfe to both whilst shee Possesse my heart your grace commands my knee The weavers Memento mori AN honest weaver willing to make suer His soule and body with arts ligatur Betooke him to his trade and having got The knack on 't knit them on a weavers knot But death a craftie merchant found a brack And let him plainely see t' would hould no tack Here 's stufâ—e quoth hee alas t' will scarse be worth The looking on when J have laid it forth Where is the fresh gloss is this the lively red You spake of tush t is â—aded fled and dead Alack and well â— day the weaver said How dearly have for this colour paid And yet it gives you no content but J. Poore â— must let must leave my work and die Ah! mee impartiall death where thou dost come Thou either cutst of or concludst the thrum My beame is strong but strengh will not prevaile Golyah's speare stout as my beame did faile My nimble shuttle flitting here and there Presents my life 's in stable character Mark but how swift it to its exit tendes So fleetly fly wee all unto our our ends Jt puts but forth and at its port arives So doth our death begin even with our lives My globe like wheel about its pole is hurld Just as the heavens are rapt about the world And turning to my filling boy behind me ' His winding pipes does of my wind pipe mind mee Jf hee stand still J must not work if the aire Fill not my pipes my work will soon impaire A constant motion to my trade belongs So nature hath her loome my breast my lungs My blouds ' her posting shutle swiftly flies Through the strait conduits of my arteries My purple veines her warping is my haire My tendons find my nerves her tackling are My solid parts my able bones are some Appointed beames some holdfasts of her loome And thus in there owne lomes doe all men weavâ— And women too from cradle to theire grave Nor cease wee all above a minites breath Till wee be turned out of worke by death Thus from those instruments by which Jearnt My livelyhood to dye I likewise learnt I looke but on my eyes And I can read In them the seperation of my thread In laying of my coulours still I found The lowest a memento of the ground The fashions teach mee since they keep no stay The fashion of this world passesaway Come then and wellcome death I have enough Of this vaine world It s fraile and druggie stuffe Can tempt mine eyes no more come fetch me home I le give my life for death my loome for lome To Constantia Let others ply the oares t'wixt doubts and feares For I am past those rocks those tydes of tears My sullen starre is fallen warr 's past and I Laiden with trophies of my victorie How doe I blesse my fate that I did meet With one so 〈◊〉 so faithfull and so sweet My humble knee bowes henceforth to no shrine Though Venus were thy rivall but to thine Happy my dearest happie hee may lye Vnder the tropick of thy gracious eye Nothing but death shall my firme faith remove Nothing but the cold flore shall coole my love The Gâ—rdeon knot that could not be unty'd By art did Alexanders sword divide Our love knot 's faster nor shall armes nor arts Vnlink the chain of our vnited hearts The noon-eyd sun may chance run retrograde And as a Daphne follow his own shade Heaven may descend to earth And earth aspire To Heaven And water be at peace with fire Fishes and fowles may change their elements And take a glory in their new contents But when I faile but when I cease to love The center shall from its fixt base remove VVhen I divid the thread our loves have spun The streames shall back upon there fountaines run This I conclude a possibiltie J may forget my name but never thee Ceres cickle whether art thou gone See'st not our hopes into full harvest growne Come boonest â—acchus come let 's have a health To our best wishes love hath store of wealth View here our vintage see our blest increase Of swelling grapes that only want the presse Hast Hymen hast for wee must find in you The end of our desires and verses too To Bovino You bull it Sir as if you meant a prize VVith milo at the bovine exercise Push for wardâ— your good motion Sir you may Encrease my landlords cornucopia But to speake naked truth they say that you Doe not run to the bull but to the cow VVhere you your selfe in manner of a bull Doe give Europa her white belly full And as t is fit you should haveing gone halves In getting now you help to keepe the Calves But have a care St. Stephens wide gates are near You 'l run your selfe ouâ— ere you be aware The FLEETS MY wishes greet The English fleet May no stormes tosse The Harp and Crosse Smile gentle fate Vpon our State Attend all health This Common wealth The Navie of the Dutch I all good fortunes grutch Vantrump and his Sea forces Shall have my daily curses Vpon the Dutch and Dane VVait their eternall bane The Cavalering part I vallew not a fart To adrunken
Cant Lachrymae in lamentable notes Their Ditties blasphemies screichin their straineâ— Howling their tune whose burthen greife sustaines VVith sighs and sobs â—gnashing their teeth they run Their dolefull descant and division VVell knew our Saviour Iudas sad estateâ— VVhen he pronounc'd his birth infortunate Alas these sufferings are insufferable Yet must be borne although they be not able Sad is the strength that is but lent us to Sustaine the Atlas of a greater woe Of fables fond and foolish Poets tell That Hercules went and returned from Hell VVell might he goe but if he ere return'd To tell his rearrivall I le be burn'd Hee that comes to this place he must discusse His Exit with a stouter â—â—rberus Alcides might and Orpheus mirth must faile They can not 'gainst the gates of Hell prevaile No hope of breaking out the Dungeons deep And the vast wall envyrons it is steep Yet grant it scalable there 's a dreadfull Mote Nine times surrounds it that will bear no boat Son such a Gulph 'twixt thee and mee doth flo Thou canst not hither nor we thither goe Despaire and dye hope no revocative day Since thou art banisht into Scythiae Yee that drink the worlds Lethe forget God See here his Scorpions and his flaming rod Yee jested with edg'd tooles since Mercyes heele VVas lead But Iustice hath a hand of Feel Depart saies Christ depart wretch from my sight Into the bosome of confused Night Hurry him hence Head long him down beneath To the black vally of eternall death Think not wretch I coâ—mand thy Curtaines close To apt thine eyes to a more sweet repose No! Hells hard servic'd Centinells must keep Continuall watch and never never sleep Nor be releiv'd No Circean lullabies Shall be of power to charm their damned eyes Think now profanest liver Do but think How thou of this so bitter Cup wilt drink Call in thy thought and but consider well And tell me now but what thou thinkst of Hell Didst thou lye waking on a bed more soft Then downe pluckt from the Ravens plume how oft VVouldst thou wish morning lingring for the light Though bed-rid but a poor Cymmerian night Think then how thou wilt tosse thy restlesse head VVhere everlasting burning is thy bed Think then I say of their accurst condition VVhose misery shal have no intermission This is that bitter draft whose dire dregs be The limits of these woes Eternity Here I break off should I prooeed to tell VVhat thou hast lost that were another Hell En ultima tanti Meta furoris adest A glimiring glimpse of Heaven HEaven Lord what 's that Is it that heap of treasure The worldling hugs so Or that sweet of pleasure So Idolizd Is it that glorious puffe Of Honour where with men nere swell enuffe Or is it beauty whose Celestiall fire Blowes up that Aeâ—na of the worlds desire Lyes it else in Revenge that sweet sweet case Of injuries Noe noe t is none of these For wealth alas hath wings and all the rest Are vanity of vanity at best VVhat is it then earths VVide-streatcht Canopie The glittering surface of the ambient skie Is it the Sun that glorious globe of light Or his bright consort Empress of the night Noe none of these we must ascend a sphearâ— Two stories higher then our eyes and there O there this Heaven of heaven is But first I Er'e I can tell you what it is must dye In vaine for Heaven I darkling groap about I can not see 't untill these eyes be out Eyes have not seen nor hath mans mortall eare Heard of the joyes the joyes of joyes are there Nor hath it enter'd into th' heart of man T is too angust ah t is too small a span To entertain 't we must perforce decline it Heaven were not Heaven Could flesh and bloud define it Grant O my God that I not being able To wade thus deep make not Heaven seem afable But loe the sacred spirit here descends Unto our understanding and commends This inexpressive paradise and even As it were by reflection showes us Heaven Which he a sumptuous City calls Built on And by Christ Jesus the true corner stone Not made with hands the Citty is foure square East West North South Gates Aequidistant are Length height breadth depth do all conspire to be The uniforme of perfect Symetrie Twelve gates there are of most magnificent state Made of twelve Pearles Of every Pearle a Gate And as twelve gates of twelve rich Pearles so here Twelve rich foundations of twelve gemms appear The Sardus Saphir and the Sardonix The Topas Iasper and Iacynth are six The Berill Emerald and Chalcedonite Chrysoprasus Amethis and Chrysolite Make up the four times three whose sparkling light Banish all possibility of might The stately streets all along as ye passe Are pav'd with Gold transparent as pure glasse Through which the silver streames of life convey Their Christal Currents whilst in rich array On either side this glittering Tagus stand The trees of life whose boughs bow to the hand There 's neither Sun nor Moon in that bright spheare Hee that lent them their light himselfe shines there There 's none that watch nor none that guard relieves What need there since there 's neither night nor theeves There 's nothing grieves no being all amort Darkness and Death are strangers in that Court Envy Backbiting Malice and Disgrace Sorrow and Sickness dwell not in that place VVithout are dogs nothing that is uncleane Hath any part in that Celestiall Scene But Meekness Faith and joy and Cordiall love Such are the starres in that bright orbâ— that move There they for ever feast their Eyes on thee On whom one glance eternall life would be How shall I hope sufficiently t' admire Those living powers in thy Celestiall quire Those thousand thousands that attend upon The radiant throne of thy all glorious Sonne Angells Archangels Cherubins and Thrones Amazing Seraphins and Dominions Which in thy highest presence allwayes sitt Enjoying happ'nesse next to infinite Any of which descending from his story Would exstacy and kill us with his glory Here close your lids my daring eyes least yee Where angells hide thier faces be too free Lord how I reach and roame t'uncurtaine heaven Whilst I am even of mine own self bereaven O take these fetters take these clogs from mee Take these scales from mine eyes that I may see Thy tabernacle Thy Hierusalem VVel thou heavens Monarch hast prepar'd for them That love and feare thee Ah me when shall I Come and appeare before thy Majesty VVhere ere thou beest let me but see thy face I 'le ask no other heaven no other place If thou discend into th' abysse below My soule shall wish no other heaven to know VVhere thou art heaven is 't is not the resort Of Courtiers But the King that makes the Court Thus have I taken paines to shew ye that VVhich is I must confesse I know not what M â—â—â—â—â—ie THis afternoon I met