needes must grieue me for it cuts my heart as if my soule from body should depart He was my soule my body cannot breath When as my soule is seised on by death Why should I haue such curious regard to Nightern robes wheÌ„ meaner would haue serud For well I know it was my loues desire to meete my selfe and not my curious tire Fie on this nice precisenesse weomen vse in garish dressings men should weomen chuse Not by their bodies habit but their minde in lists of vertue and respect confinde We that doe loue as we protest we doe must not get husbands with a painted show Like puppets in a play addres'd to play strange acts by night to purchase loue by day Best honour that beseems a countrey maide is to be modest in her actions staid 21 He might command and haue what he commanded but death pale death now swaies she 'l withstand it Then honourd hearse if hearses honour haue yeeld to my sute and perfect what I craue Doe not denie me to deny me this were to depriue thee honour me of blisse Nay doe not smile for I doe see thee smile if that our bones thou in thy brest compile And recollect them after Thysbes death the Nimphes themselues shall set a laurell wreath Vpon thy back e'r honourd shalt thou be for this good turne thou did my loue and me But if thou scorne my vows and cal them vaine yeelding no eare to louers that complaine Rest Well assured the Nimphs reueng'd will be And for our sakes will quite demolish thee When trusty Aiax Achilles came to Patrocles tombe with teares they bath'd the same For euery word they spake of Patrocles drew teares from them as streames from Caucasus Whose ragged top sends riuers out amaine and being sent renews her springs againe So they deplor'd his death his sacred hearse ranck set with embleames and with dolefull verse The swanes of Caister and eke of Poe came to ensable him in songs of woeâ— Since which sad time the Poets haue reported that each daie twice the swannes haue there resorted Passing by flockes along the Greequish plaine seeking by songs to make him liue againe But when it would not be the Swans there swore that from that time they nere would warble more But at their 23 death which they performe for why they neuer sing but hower before they die Why should a Grecian haue such honour done that neuer any Trophies ere had wonne But slaine by Hector for no fame he had of doing greatly good or greatly bad And yet forsooth he must characters haue in golden letters ore his worthlesse graue In polisht marble must his shrine be set in saphires 24 tophies and in british ieate Thus must he haue respect when we god wot must lie obscure as if men knew vs not And yet our fame deserues more praise then he more grace more glorie and more memorie Time shall race out that marble hearse of his time shall amend what time hath done amisse For we shall liue in spite of Fates decree when lowe interr'd this famous Greeke shall be Loue cannot die we loued and therefore death shall crowne our hearse with times immortal wreath And though we die we loue and liue in dying loue to pale death perpetuall life applying Why should prince Ilus acts haue such respect whose toomb with precious emeralds bedeckt For well I know such acts did neuer he In amorous passions of true loue as we 25 Yet Batias toomb must haue inscriptions faire to shew what man of birth was buried there And yet in death we languish not in louing though 27 death depriue vs of all vitall 〈◊〉 For we conceiue more ioy in toomb'd together then if we liâ—'d depriu'd the one of other More must I say to seale these obsequies for death is fearefull and inuents delaies And most of all in vs a weaker brood the talke of death yeeldes feare to woman-hood And yet me thinkes I stay from him too long and in my stay I doe him double wrong First to depriue him life and then begin with tardie pâ—â—e aloofe to follow him Well I le prepare my selfe the â—ates decres two Louers 〈◊〉 sustaine their crueltie And yee not crâ—â—â— cruelty is showne when either is 〈◊〉 of his owne But we by 28 Cupidâ— mâ—anes that pur blind boy obtaine by 〈…〉 could not earst enioy Death yeelds 〈◊〉 comfort then our life time did shewing our 〈◊〉 which long before was hidâ— No 〈…〉 secret â—hinks need we finde 〈◊〉 nor fearefull need we shrinke For Parents 〈◊〉 persuite we rest secure since 〈…〉 hearts as earth our corp◠〈◊〉 Wee need not haue our Parents in suspect they 〈◊〉 rest â—â—relesse now wheâ—â— we affect For well I know we can be hardly seene twixt 〈◊〉 and earth so great a space between Thus 〈…〉 enly motion doth ascend from earth to heauen to graâ—ulate her friend Thysbees EPICAEDIVM YEt Thysbe stay thine hand thine obsequies desire more celebrating exequies Die not intestate in this desert groue but consecrate in token of thy loue Thine hests to Vesta yet let Vesta know Thys be vnwilling is enforced so Then let thy 29 Parents Parents though vnkinde By Natures lawe some short memorials finde Of thy affection Swannes before they die leue pensiue odes and warble merrily 30 Yet must I needs declaime against your feare iealous of hurt where no hurt could appeare For I am sure nere was your thriuing blissing more deere to me then was my louers kissing Oh then vnkind vâ—kindnâ—sse did not fit our chaste desires that couâ—d not bridle it Loue was the hott'st when it did seeme conceal'd and hid in ashes yet in time reueal'd Then blame your selues not vs you caus'd our end barring a louer from her long sought friend Which we doe pardon if you le let vs haue our toomb in one our ashes in one graue Which it you shall performe our hope extends out disâ—oâ—n'd corps conioin'd you make amends Well do I know our funerals renew currents of teres and streames of griefe in you And many pagent mixd with liquid teares will make attendance on our desolate beres Many distreaming drops will dim your eie to see two louers end so suddenly Yet all in vaine being dead your teares restraine for teeres cannot recall vs back againe The 31 Nimphes themselues with Poplar twigs will make an osier basket for Idalias sake Wherein collect you may such fragrant flowers as shall adorne our monumentall bowers Yet when you spreade your flowers ech in degree Strow more on his side then you strow on me He was more constant he did first begin I like his shadow did but follow him He came vnto the place and spite of death seeing my tire engor'd did lose his breath I like an Ape to imitate my loue follows his worth his presence to approue A glorious presence where the gods accord all wealth all ioy Elizium can affoord Fruitfull Elysis where ech constant mate raignes in fruition
pray forbeare You doe mistake your selfe there 's none such heere As you make sure for I as one dismaid That durst not iustifie what I had said Began to slinke away she seeing this Fearing least she should such a Gudgeon misse Recants what she had said swearing though she VVere such a mans wife of the Marshalsie One that had neuer yet incurd ill name Or knew ought more then modesty or shame Though she nere was defam'd in all her life Or loued more then as becom'd a wife Though her affection neuer yet was showne Saue to her husband vnto any one Though she was graue in yeers and therefore might Tread rightly now that had so long trod right She would pawne name fame modestie and all Affection husband yea what ere befall Her grauer yeeres should once dispence with time She would forsooth remaine entirely mine This alteration made me strangely doubt And though my feet were in my mind was out Yet so was I embralld by tempting sinne Though Vertue forc't me out Vice kept me in That did my tempting Genius sweare protest That of all creatures she did loue me best And with dissembling teares disguise her ill Fond is that man and fonder is his will That 's thus deprau'd how seruile are men growne When these same Vertues we esteeme our owne Are thus Eclips'd by Hyene faced whores That protestation make they will be ours When they proue nothing lesse las I do know And by experience whatsoere they show Their paintedâ—Vizards couer naked sinne Which seeming faire are euer foule within A whiten wall a rotten odious tombe That prostitutes her selfe to all that come To all that come hence then 's affection crost For loue is pure but lust for them bid most But to my Saint-like Deuill she thus precise At first held credit deere but now her eyes Like wandring stars prest to induce some sin Makes me the silly fish catcht by her gin Reason did tell me and suggest her name Whispring me in the eare it was a shame To gage my reputation to a whore But las who knows it not sense hath more power Then reason in these acts I gaue consent To her inducements thought her Innocent And a right modest matron yet how farre Did sense from reason in her Verdict erre For how could she be modest that so soone Was gain'd ere crau'd so quickly wood and worme Lasse that my simple straine should be so weake As to continue for a wantons sake So firme in my affection she was graue It s true she was so but how many haue That forme of grauity the more their sinne Being so graue without so gay within But she protested true she swore an oath As any other tempting wanton doth VVhen shee 's in hope of gaine vnhappy I To leane so much to harlots forgery Well my braue Curtizan since I am won To doe that act by which I am vndone Since I am snared and like a Bird that 's caught Fledged in bird-lime am of wit distraught And senses too I will runne headlong to it And doe it with force since I perforce must doe it Downe goes the silken Carpet all the while Showing those sheets which louers doe be guile Those sheets of lust perfum'd deliciously VVith rosie odours where variety Of obiects made recourse see wantons see How many motiues now enuiron me Heere my lasciuions Matron wooes with teares There a repose for lusts retrait appeares Heere a protesting whore see whoredomes shelfe Rather then loose me she will damme her selfe There Adons picture clipping Venus round Here Ioue Europa lying on the ground Heere Mars disarm'd in Beauties chariot drawen VVhere faire Eryca couer'd ore with lawne Bids him her best of welcome and is ledde For want of roomes vnto her Husbands bedde Heere Danâ—e stood admiring diuine power VVhich did descend like to a goulden shoure Into her Virgin-lap there straight I spide The tempting Omphale and on one side Her wanton sister on the other faire Alcinous daughter courted for her haire By great Apollo but below her foote Sat Hâ—rcles spinning she enioynd him too 't Here I beheld the nimble Satyres dance The Druids sung the water-Sea-nimphs praunce Ore the delicious Mede there was the Queene Of Amorous meetings pictur'd as sh 'ad beene Taking a greene-gowne many such there are Of Mars that Martiall Enginer of warre Heere Vulcane lay poore Cuckold as he was And saw them mating on the greeny grasse Yet durst say nought how many such there be That see enough but dare not say they see Sweet heart quoth she and smild seeing me eye This picture more then any one was nie Leaue me the shadow to the substance goe VVhat thou now seest let louers action know I le be thy Venus pretty Ducke I will And though lesse faire yet I haue farre more skill In Loues affaires for if I Adon had As Venus had I could haue taught the lad To haue beene farre more forward then he was And not haue dallied with so apt a lasse Come come my youngling though I nere could be Immodest yet I le sâ—ow my selfe to thee A lasse of mettall Come in faith thou shalt Thouâ—'t Mars I Venus he that limping halt My Vâ—lean-husband pox on 't he is gone And I my selfe as desolate alone VVill entertaine thee I in manlike shape Being a man a man should imitate Protested I would doe yet had no power For who can deale so ably with a whore Or with so free-bred actions since I know None can affection with election show Sincerely or entirely but whose strife S'transform'd from wanton action to a wife Of modest action this is she can doe And euery night has new conceits to wooe Though she be won las what is wooing then Since wooing winning be small change in men VVho knowes not whores affection purchâ—s'd soon And that they are not sooner woo'd then wonne Or as the world goes for its more common VVomen woe men more oft then men woe women Hence nature seemes to haue transform'd vs quite Coâ—uerting day vnto a drerie night Vertue to vice a good-names eminence Expos'd to shame and publique impudence Once women knew a blushing shame-fastnesse But now a blush is least that they expresse Vnlesse for shame of hauing done some ill They feare is known which they would shadow stil Shine brightest heauen if thou wilt deigne to shine And with thy beames dispell this hideous crime Which now protection has curbe them that call Such sinnes as veniall Venereall Let not an I le of an Angelicke name Expose her glory to the house of shame Let not those many Tropheies of her worth Loose their renowne or honour in our birth Let not faire Albion stil'd from cliffes so white Change Vertues day-star to a vicious night Let not those many conquests she hath got Seeme now deprest as if remembred not Let not our peace like Halcion daies be tane From vs and ours and giuen to other men Let not this sacred Vine which
planted is In Albion shaken be by wantonnesse Let not our plenty and aboundant store Occasion be that we should sinne the more Let not our Realme vnite diuide that loue Which we should beare vnto the King aboue Let not our want of wars inuasion bring vs A lust-full war encountring within vs. Let not those manie blessings we receiue Make vs interre our honour in our graue Let not our seasons yeerly fruitfulnesse Produce in vs a loathed barrannesse Let not those many strange conspiracies Which heauen preuented close our thanklesse eyes Let not our being make vs not to be For God is God and will auenged be He seemes some time to sleepe and suffer all But calls at last for vse and principall Many I know there be of crimes that 's ill Drawne from the source of our depraued will But of all crimes that euer were or be None in this I le claimes more impunity A purple sin for who will not allow it Since purple-fathers oft-times go vnto it The Citties Elders which though they reproue They doe but chastice what themselues do loue Statists haue lov'd it too but marke my friend For all their state they had a loathsome end Like stinking Herod loth'd Hertogenes Crook't Damocles lowsie Pherecides All these experience had of this fowle euill And could describe too-well a ciuell Diuell The Authors Morall to his Ciuell Diuell COme Nouice come see here the fall of youth Begun in pleasure but wouen vp in rueth See what occurrents meete the heires of shame Where end is pouerty and cloz'd ill-name See what the fruits be of licentious sin That end in woe as they in heate begin See painted Sodom-apples faire to th' eye But being tutcht they perish instantly See see a wanton Mere-mayd that does sing To bring youths crazie backe to ruining See Vertue in pretence but vice in deed See Harlots action in a Matrons weede See damned Factors who their trafficke make Not for their soule but for the diuels sake See my coach't Lady hurried long the street Casting her lusts-eyes on whos'ere she mee◠See see her cerus cheeke made to delight Her apple-squire or wanton Marmosite See see her braided haire her paps laide out Which witnesse how she 'le do when she 's put to 't O see she likes vpon th'condition well So she may coached be she 'le goe to hell And willingly see see adulterate golde In valew worst yet is the deerest solde See Albions curse Youths gulph Heires misery Our Countries shame soules staine earths vanity O Sunne reflect thy gould on my pale Moone And let this Dathans braunch be rooted soone Out of this flourie isle O let not this So hideous a crime eclipse the blisse VVhich Britaine now possesseth may my penne Be steeped now in wormewood that such men As haue beene'erst delighted now may be Wain'd from that land-oppressing miserie And you damn'd prostitutes that pawn your name Making a triuiall may-game of your shame Bed-broaking lechers Broakers of ill ware For many such base factors now there are Heare me spit out my malice May you liue Till you haue nought to take nor none to giue For your ore-iaded pleasure may you stand Banisht for euer in this Fruitfull land Which fares the worse and that by Heauens high power For giuing harbour to an odious whoore May you detested liue intestate die And as I doubt not make your Tragedy By death more wofull may your vlcerous skin As it beares here the marks of your fowle sin Like to the Iewes as they did earst appeare Who in their fore-parts circumcised were Be circumcis'd that after times may shew There was small difference twixt the whore and Iewe. And you poore haire brain'd youths that doe begin To nestle in these lothsome sinkes of sin You that spend substance heritance and all Becomming subiect to a doubtfull fall You that are sent to practise studious arts But leauing them betake to worser parts Your vnfledg'd fancies heare me and you 'le say It seemes he wisht vs well another day Flie the strange woman let her wanton looke Be vnto you as some experientst booke Prescribing cures for strange diseases be As if you did not note or did not see Her sin-alluring motiues if she smile Conster it thus this wanton would beguile With her affected seeming if she play With her light capring foote or bid you stay So brazen fac't is sin away from thence Taxe but affect not her loth'd impudence If she shew modestie as well she may For whoores haue change of faces euery daie Vicing new fashions you may conster thus It is a painted but no natiue blush If she protest beleeue not what she sayth For there 's no whore but can dispense with faith If she inuite you to some dainty feast Be not entreated least like Circes beast You be transform'd from that same forme diuine Vnto the bestiall nature of a swine If she allure thee to some wanton sport In that she moues you to it care not for't Let St. foote be such follies lust affoord For fairest play is euer aboue boord Redart not eyes with her if she looke red Say its her guilt if pale distempored With some lasciuious passion if conceipt Be pregnant in her sweare its but deceipt To draw thee on if sullen it may be thought Her weight of sin has that distraction wrought If she discourse it s but some whorish tale That she perchance has purchas 't by retaile If silent 't may be thought she 's plotting ill And that 's the cause her oily tongue is still If seeming modest vertuous or precise It s her dissembling making her lusts eyes Like Basilisks who naturally haue Desire to kill where they do seeme to saue If hope of meanes fie let no Generous minde Stoope to so base a lure as be inclin'de To buy a stipend at so deare a rate As gage a soule to get a little state If discontent this is no remedie Vnto thy griefe but ads to miserie For who through discontent goes to a Whoore Must needs be more deiected then before If an enforced marriage as who can Taste still the sweete of comforts being man This is no way to ease thy troubled head To make thy selfe adulterize thy Bed If to spend time how ill is that spent time Which adds vnto that great accompt of thine Thousands of accusations where thy looke Shall beare record if wanton in that booke Where all our actions duely written be From youth to man to Age from infancy If for acquaintance as oftimes we heare The greatest men are most acquainted there Thou seeks amisse for what 's acquaintance worth By birth borne great to bastardise their birth If to obserue new fashions tricks not knowne Before of thee 'lasse those must needs be growne Quite out of fashion when there 's none that vse thē Saue Pandors Bawds whoors that stil abuse them If to be deem'd a Turne-ball roring lad Of all the straines that be there 's none
his company EN TRES EXCELlentissimo Phantasto Moriano del Castello equiti tres illustrissimo septentrionali Fades rare horned Dicke An Anagram included in the Satyre FAdes my rare horned Dicke ô out a cry His hornes bud out and gall him greeuously What remedy faith patience which appeares In 's wâ—fe whose patience many burden beares Thâ—n he may learne of her it 's true you say And therefore plyes his hornebooke day by day Anagramma How Riches freed'd adorne a gull Epigram Wise is that Foole that hath his coffers full And Riches free'd adorne the vâ—riest Gull Yet but vncase the Asse and you shall see An Asse is still an Asse and so is he An Epigram vpon the Anagram Dedicated to the Mirrour of true Excellency his much admired though vnacquainted friend Don MORIANO DELL CASTELLO To whom the Author wishes many cheerful daies delightfull nights with his late espoused Mistresse whose imparalelld Vertues hee hath presumed to illustrate in These his impolisht yet affectionate Poems MOriâ—s Augustus thou great man of sense That art enstil'd with best of Excellence To thee I write yet doe I not know how T' expresse thy worth or with apparant show Of thy demerits blaze thee as thou should Yet know braue northerne spirit that I would Doe full as much as any if my Art Were but of equall valew with my heart For thou art he amongst all other men That giues a subiect to the freest pen And canst define true honour by degree Drawne from the best yet instanced in thee Mount thee resolued Heroe that thy Fame May be a wreath to Morianos Name Shine bright like Eos with his beamy face Whose pretious Mantle fring'd with some gold lace Made all the passengers admire his worth Descending from Heauens Court to lighten earth I know thou canst doe this for I haue seene Euen in a place where many more haue beene And haue obseru'd thee galloping thy round Making low Congees till thou kisse the ground VVith lip of thy humility and then Putting thy foote in stirrop once againe Mounted thy barbed steed then with thy hand Straking thy horses crest to make him stand VVho proud on 's burden frolick'd in his stay And with a neighing stomacke trac'd the way Faire fall thee formall Gallant that hast force To tame the courage of a head-strong horse Displaying resolution in thy eye Courtship in cloths in speech propriety In gesture admiration in thy looke An Orbe of fashions or a Table-booke Of new-inuented features in thy forme Such exquisite perfections as adorne Natures best Mirâ—or O but that I doubt By speaking of thy worâ—h I shall be out I could epâ—tâ—mize each speciall thing Thy birth thy worth thy wooing sonnetting Yet for thy loue-sake whaâ—soere befall I will speake somâ—hing though I speake not all Mongst which my Muse records that amorous sonnet VVhich who will not admire that looks vpon it VVrit to that faire Alicia now behight The chast-vow'd wife vnto an honor'd Knight Where with loues passions thou so well did show it That none could thinke thee lesser then a Poet. Apt in thy words in thy dimensions rare Thy Figures proper and thy motions faire Aâ—t could not show or euer yet bring forth So farre fetcht straines inuented so farre North. Now of her Beauty wouldst thou Comment make And vow to take strange labours for her sake Then to induce her loue by meanes most fit Thou woulâ—st commend the promptnes of her wit Protesting by the aeâ—y powers aboue As who ere lou'd would not protest they loue Noe speech ere Pallas spake merits more praise Then what thy Mistresse Dere Alicia saies Then wouldst thou descant of her rubie lippe Though thou had neuer lucke to tast of it Then of her pure complexion which did praise It selfe not as complexions now adaies Then of her louely quallities which might be Styled the Eccoes of heauens harmonie Then of her vertues so diuine so rare As they surpast the rest aboue compare All this thou didst to shew her eminence More grac't by thee being stil'd his excellence And faire thy loue had ended as begun If that a Web had not thy loues web spun Great Northerne Atlas what can I say more Then of thy merits hath been said tofore At least obseru'd for many men doe see And know it well I write but truth of thee O that times records should be so portraide In leaues of brasse that what was done or said In auncient ages should so well display Their full euents as done but t'other day Whilest thy renowme great mirrour of the North Showne in our time wants one to set it foorth VVhereas its no lesse glory to a Crowne To haue Authors then haue Actors of renownes Yet shall not vertue so obscured bee Nor those accomplisht parts appeare in thee Lie rak't in Ashes No great Morios heire Thou shalt not liue as though there nothing were VVorthy posterity its I will write Though far vnfitting for so great a light My beâ—t of thee that art the best of man He does not ill that does the best he can Accept it needes thou must how er 't be done Being thy Fathers God-sonne thou his sonne But of all vertues thaâ— attend on thee There 's none that equals thy humilitie Yet so as thou art generous with all A stile that does adorne thee most of all Vnto thy humble spirit annex't there is Another soueraigne vertue Patience Or the enduring of an iniurie Which of all others is obseru'd in thee Thou wilt not snuffe if one correct thee no Not hardly aske him why he wrong'd thee so Thou wilt not answere to thine owne disgrace Nor taxe the man that turdefies thy face Thou wilt not grieue for euery light offence Feare is thy guide thy shield is Patience Thou like a christian walkes God wot in feare And being boxt will turne the other eare Thou art Gods man and whatsoe're men say He is the best man at the later day Thou art no blustring boy that walkes the streete And bindes a quarrell with who s'ere he meete Thou art no Haxtar that by nature's giuen To rage on Earth but nere to raigne in Heauen In briefe thou art the man that God will chuse VVearing a blade for fashion more then vse Nor doe I flatter thee for ne're was I Seruile to anie man but if my eie Impartiall in her knowledge seeme to show VVhat by obseruance other men doe know And haue admir'd pardon I neede not craue Since I expresse but what thy merits haue Deseru'd enough Thy vertues are with best And little need they to be more exprest Then as they are Goe on my honourd friend And as thou hast begun so fairely end Be Fame thy Herauld to blaze forth thy worth Making thee Morios none such vpon earth Be as thou art and more thou canst not be Since best of being is included in thee Be thou as hee to whom all may resort Muses I meane and coming thank thee for 't Be
naked and appeare In grisly sort as if they frenticke were Then you that make vs man-like should not need Nor your profession stand in any fleed For why the clymate which we then should haue No Bombast Cotten or the like would craue Since scorching beames would smoulder so about them As th'dwellers might be hot enuffe without them But heer 's an Island that so temprate is As if it had plantation to your wish Neither so hote but that we may abide Boâ—h to be clad and bombasted beside Neither so cold but we may well allow it To weare such yarne a blind man may looke through it It s true indeed well may it be confest If all our parts were like some womens brest Bared and painted with pure Azure veines Though of themselues they haue as many staines And riueld wrinkles with some parts as badde Then th' crooked Greeke Thersytes euer had It might be thought your gaines would be so small As I me perswad'd they would be none at all But thanks be giuen to heauens supernall powers Which sways this Masse of earth that trade of yours Hath her dependance fixt in other places Then to be tide to womens brests or faces Let Painters and Complexion sellers looke To their crackt ware you haue another booke To view into then they haue to looke in For yours's an honest trade but their's is sin Next I expresse your worth in shall be these First your supportance of poore families Which are so weake in state as I much doubt me They would be forc't to begge or starue without ye The second is wherein you 'ue well deserued The care you haue to see your Country serued Not as such men who liue by forraine Nations Impouerishing this Land by transportations For their depraued Natures be well showne By louing strangers better then their owne Or as it seemes to sucke their Mothers bloud Their Natiue Countrie for a priuate good The third and last which heere exprest shall be Shall reference haue to your Antiquity All which I will dilate of and though I Cannot describe ech thing so mouingly As I could wish yet take it in good part Proceeding from the centre of a heart That did this taske and labour vndertake For your profession and your countries sake Whose ayre I breath'd O I were worthy death Not to loue them who suck't with me one breath How many Families supported be Within the compasâ—e of one Barronry By your profession I may boldly show For what I speake I by obseruance know Yea by eye-witnesse where so many are Prouided for by your peculiar care As many would the beggars be I wot If your religious care releeu'd them not For there young brats as we may well suppose Who hardly haue the wit to don their clothes Are set to worke and wâ—ll can finish it Being such labours as doe them befit Winding of spooles or such like easie paine By which the least may pretty well maintaine Themselues in that same simple manner clad As well agrees with place where they were bred Each plies his worke one cards another spins One to the studdles goes the next begins To rauell for new wefte thus none delay But make their webbe-vp 'gainst each Market-day For to preserue their credit but pray see Which of all these for all their industry Their early rising or late sitting vp Could get one bit to eat or drop suppe If hauing wrought their webbes their forc't to stand And not haue you to take them off their hand But now by th' way that I my loue may shew Vnto the poorer sort as well as you Let me exhort you in respect I am Vnto you all both friend and Countriman And one that wisheth if hee could expresse What 's wishes be vnto your Trade successe As to himselfe these pooremen vnder fauour Who earne their meanes so truly by their labour Should not obserue me bee enforc't to wait For what you owe and what 's their due so late Time vnto them is pretious yea one houre If idlye spent is charges to the poore Whose labour 's their Reuenue doe but goe To Salomon and he will tell you so Who willeth none expresly to fore-slow To pay to any man what they doe owe But if they haue it not to let them stand Crauing their due but pay it out a hand Say not vnto thy friend saith Salomon I have not for thee now but come anon For why shouldst thou that hast wherewith to pay Put of till morrow what thou maist to day Beleeue me friends I could not choose but speake And caution you of this for euen the weake And impotent whose soules are full as deere As be the Monarchs whisper in mine eare And bid mee tell you yet to haue a care Not to expresse their names what men they are For then they doubt that you to spite them more Would make them stay farre longer then before That you would see their iniuries redrest Of which they thinke you were not yet possest But in transferring of the charge to such As be your Factors which haue had small tutcâ— Of others griefes your selues haue had the blaâ—â— Though 't seems your Factors wel deserud the sat Nor would I haue you thinke I me feed for this For they do plead in Forma pauperis That bee my Clyents yea I me tied too In countries loue to doe that which I doe For eâ—en their teares monâ—s and distressed state Haue made me for them so compassionate That my soule yern'd within me but to heare Their mones despisd that were esteem'd so deere To their Creator see their Image then And make recourse to him that gaue it them Whose mansion is aboue the highest sphere And bottles vp the smallest trickling teare Shed by the poorest soule which in a word Shall in that glorious synod beare record Where for the least non-payment which we owe Shall passe this doome Away ye cursed goe But I do know by my Experience The most of you haue such a Conscience As in that day what euer shall befall Your sincere soules will as a brazen wall Shield you from such a censure for to me Some doe I know bore such integrity As I dare well auow't t is rare to find In such a crazie time so pure a mind But now I must descend as seemes to me From the releefe of many Familie By you supported to your speciall care To see your country serued with good Ware Which of all others if well vnderstood Seemes to haue ayme most at a publique good VVell it appeares euen by your proper worth That you were borne for her that brought you forth Not for your selues which instanced may be In that you ayme at no Monopoly No priuate staples but desire to sell VVhich of all other seem's approu'd as well Your Ware in publique places which may stand No more for your auaile then good of th' land Nor are you carelesse what it is you bring Vnto your Country for
streame Where th'foord's at lowest recollect to minde His noble image and in it thou 'l finde Such singular impressions of reguard As I doe thinke thou 'l honourt ' afterward VVhen thou obseru's ther 's nothing that 's in him VVas not before in Christ excepting sinne O then refine the ayme of thy intents In raising rents thinke on thy Sauiours rents In taking of aduantage thinke on this If God aduantage take for each amisse In what a case wert thou how woe-begon That of a thousand cannot answer one If thou to grieue Gods little ones begin Thinke therewithall that thou art grieuing him VVho in his mercy hares the widdowes crie And in his pitty wipes the Orphanes eye VVhich thou hast cause to thinke on so much rather Sith God's the widdows Iudge the orphans Father And though earths Iustice be of th'second sight Yet hee 's so iust hee 'l doe the poorest right But if mans Image which were strange should faile VVith thy remorselesse conscience to preuaile From that transparent Mirror I le descend Though it may seeme in it to comprehend All humane glory yea I may say more The forme of God which he assum'd before Vnto that due obseruance or that care VVhereby we come to acknowledge what we are Man 's of a substance meane hauing his birth As his first natiue Mother from frayle Earth Brittle's his composition and so weake Be his resolues as hee can vndertake Nought with so firme a purpose as may stand Or will not change with th'turning of a hand His health 's a stranger to him for when most It seemeth with him it is soonest lost For his abiding hee 's as in a Tent VVherein hee s militant not permanent The world 's his campe his profest enemies VVherewith he is to grapple they be these The turbulent affections of his mind Which euery houre is seuerally inclin'd The goale which he doth ayme at or th'reward After the fight hee lookes for after-ward Thus thou may see in this same earthly cell Though dwell we seeme indeed we doe not dwell But foiourne It s no mansion but an Inne Syons our home this pilgrimage is sinne As for our states we are but leacers all And shall be put off when hee 's pleasd to call Yea I may rather say and not amisse VVe are the Lessees he the Lessour is And howsoere our Lands-Lords make accompt They 'r but inferiour Lords hee 's Paramount Then if thou wilt but duely looke vpon 't Thy tenure stands vpon a tickle point Yea I doe find thy state not worth a straw If I haue any iudgement in the law And why shouldst thou bring poore men into suit Sith thou thy selfe hast no state absolute But for thy terme of life so as methinks VVhen that French gibberish to my braine-pan sinks VVhere Iohn a Stiles and 's neighbour Iohn an Okes VVith many other Law-baptized folkes Are brought in seaz'd of land as they doe finde In Burrow English Soccage Gauell-kinde Fee-tayle fee-simple it oft seemes to me These Lawyers are the simplest men that be Who are perswaded and would haue vs too But let 's discent from them there 's fools enough That of al states and Tenures are possest Or can bee had Fee-Simple is the best Whereas I thinke if well they vnderstood What specially concern'd them and their good They would conclude Fee-simple will not doe A double-Fee is better of the two If we could find indeed a difference In th'liues of th' tenures then there were some sence To say that such a tenure were the strongest Because by it the Tennant liues the longest But tell me are not all estates that be Subiect alike to mutability To the possessour you will say they are If vnto him why should we further care Since as the Prouerbe is when he is gone The world 's gone with him as all in One O then thou Earth-bred worme why shouldest thou vant As if thou wert a Lord praedominant Why shouldst triumph ore th'meaner sort of men Since thour' t composd of one selfe Mould with thē Thou art but Adams sonne and so are they Both of you fram'd and fashion'd of one clay Both haue one image then compassion take If not for them yet for their image sake For though thou canst not one good looke affoord To these poore snakes they 'r deere vnto the Lord As is thy selfe as pretious in Gods eies Bought and redeemed with as great a price And though there be twixt Substitutes and Kings Superiour states and lower vnderlings A difference in the world yet there shall Twixt them in heauen no difference be at all Onely what 's good shall approbation haue With King and subiect conquerer and slaue O then receiue the bowells of compassion And beare like mind as thou dost beare like fashion Let thy vnrighteous Mammon get thee friends That when thy pilgrime daies of Labour ends Thou may possesse a glorious heritage After the period of this pilgrimage My lessons are but short pray then remember As thou the welfare of thy soule dost tender The best of vs are tennants but at will And stand in hazard of disseisure still And though our states seeme firmer then the rest They are vncertaine tenures at the best In briefe thou earthly Lands-lord striue to be As thou wouldst haue Heauens Lands-lord towards thee Not too extreame thou knowst the doome is giuen That not extortioner shall enter Heauen Resolue what thou wilt doe for though it grieue me To leaue thee yet I am enforc't to leaue thee And turne vnto thy Tennant who dismaide Stands heere at doore to heare what I haue said To the Tennant howsoeuer WHat state soeuer thou art seazed on Or in what Tenure thou dost hold vpon I l'e now addresse my speech in briefe to thee Wherein I ayme in part to comfort thee In part to rectifie what may seeme ill In thy peruerse and vn-conformed will That in them both for th' loue which I doe owe To him thou represents I may so show That deere affection which we 're bound to beare To one another while we soiourne heere As when an end of all our sorrowes are Reduc'd to one set period and our care Shall haue a finall end what I haue done In loue may be approu'd when I am gone To moue thee vnto comfort in a word I 'le vse th'perswasion which I gaue thy Lord To humble his ambicious spirit when I told him of the different state of Men How in the eyes of men indeed they were Esteemed great but when they should appeare Before that high Tribunall where all should Though if they might auoid it many would Make their appearance then the great should know They were no more respected then the low One aduocate one Iudge one barre one triall Conscience the onely difference when Deniall Seald with abite or th' accursed doome Or th'inuitation with Venite come Shall in that generall iudgement there expresse Or weale or woe or hell or happinesse So as when
and kinsfolke to his nuptiall rite And faigning their replies thanks he would giue vowing requitall once if he should liue Oh what distractions haunt a louers minde passing those bounds which nature hath assign'd Nought vpon earth but limits hath we see but boundlesse loue can nere contained be Hearbs yeeld a soueraigne cure to euery wound but for loues cure in hearbs no vertue 's found Then blest is he and in an happie state who for loues dart is made inuulnerate Yet was it hard to see and not to loue Thysbe's admired beauty which could mooue SerpeÌ„ts birds plaÌ„ts brute beasts which grase feed more then ere Orpheus with his musicke did Her goulden tresses pure ambrosian Fairer then all the twists Arachne span Shone far more bright then Phoebus glistring raies by all mens iudgements meriting more praise Her corall lip no lip but ports of pleasure which seem'd to open to whole mines of treasure Appeard so sweet that all was sweet about it for I am sure nought could be sweet without it Her brests two iuory mounts mounts may I cal theÌ„ for many vales of pleasant veines empall'd them These like two borders did such sweets display that who lodg'd there lodg'd in the milkie way Below a shady vale aye mee that shade which nature in her owne despite had made Had made for glory of that sacred mount with the sweet Nectar of a liuely fount A still distilling fount an heauenly riuer for there 's no earthly spring can spring for euer Her wanton gate her glance her smile her toying all ioy'd in one shewed pleasure in enioying So as b Euphrates vvhere this city bounded vents vp his passions for he oft resounded Beating his bancks and eccoing in the aire and then retiring backe seem'd to despaire That Thysbe could not loue a sencelesse one at which repining he vvould make his mone Hath not my current ere renovvned beene for th' easie passage of my quiet streame Hath not my torrent yeelded much content to gild his meanes vvhose meanes vvhere vvholly spent Haue I not suffered much sustain'd great paines fraughting your trauaile with a double gaines And for supporting of so many shippes may not Euphrates graze vpon her lippes Whom thus he loues vnthankfull coast quoth he respecting least who did the most for thee This being said hee could expresse no more but in a loue-sicke passion bett the shore And to c confirme what I haue heard men say he left his course and tooke another way If sencelesse riuers that were neuer seene to loue or care for louing held no meane In their affecting Thisbe what should hee that had both sence and reasons purity Pure in his mind and faire in beauties shew Narcissus second for his comely hew Lipp'd like Ador is Frycina loued shaped like Alexis Pollyos approoued Grac'd with a smiling countenance which did breed a louely white mix'd with a comely red Two sparkling eyes pierciue as Diamond which whersoere they gas'd they seem'd to wouÌ„d That though the Sun were set yet his bright eies shone as the Beames which from the sun doe rise The night being gone too long god wot in going her wandring lights to Tethis banks bestowing Titan came peeping in at Thyisbes chamber whom she reflected with her locks of amber Each other greeting as if had beene there two Suns at once both in one hemysphere Hard was the combat but more hard it were to tell whose beams diffus'd their light most clear Yet in the end Titan in an angry mood seeming surpast did hide him in a cloud Thysbe puts on her cloths blest were those cloths thrice happy shade that shadow'd such a Rose Where being dressed not dress'd as shee would bee she tooke her to her praiers religiously High heauens quoth she from whence al pleasures flow deigne some of them on Thysbe to bestow For by your power which I doe much adore I loue but that which you haue lou'd before Thou thundring Ioue did dote as well as I when thou desired with Danae to lye Which to effect thou turn'd her to a showre a Goulden showre her beauty to defloure For cloth'd in lightning Danae denaied to ioyne with thunder afterward arrâ—id In dewie moisture moisture we do loue she cast off shame and did thy shape approue And Iuno lou's Ixion for his kisse Venus Adonis for his comelinesse Daphne poore Laurell chased by Apollo running as fast before as he did follow Thus did your loue your lust your thoughts renew if I thinke ill I thinke no worse then you And well may gods with womens sexe dispence Since they were first authoris'd their offence My loue 's not spotted with lasciuious tutch vnlesse it be by louing ouermuch Nor branded with the note of Infamie but pure as Delia Queene of Chastitie Thoughts are the worst my actions they be cleare he'se no man whose thoughts nere soyled were Then pardon if I loue suppose it zeale whose passions be too hote for to conceale Leauing her Orisons composed of Loue loue dallying praiers her eyes aside she moues And sees the chinke which she first saw before which did augment her dolors much the more For shee recall'd to minde to memory her mothers chiding fathers Ielousie Both which a streame of teares extract from her as if pale death her comforts should interre Oft would she call on louely Pyramus with smothered speech as one suspitious Lest the pure ayre and walls adioyning neere should prattle loue vnto her parents eare Oft would she nibble out a stone or two to make the crift seeme bigger to the show Of her deepe loue for they suspected were therefore debard lest they should come too neer Pyramus pent vp all this while at last gets out and hies him to the chinke as fast Where what discourse their mutuall loue affoorded seem'd by the Gods in heauen to be recorded Either with greedy eye gasing on other Thysbe look'd backe somtimes doubting her mother For she suspected much her iealous eye in her loues presence to be euer by Enuious vvall oft would these louers say diuide thy selfe and let vs haue a way To meete to kisse to parley and relate the solemne festiues of our nuptiall state Why should thy marble stuctures hold vs out vvhose loue encircles Babilon about Or why should terrene composition moue a breach or separaration of our loue Loue is celestiall thou a marble shrine why shouldst thou hinder loue that is diuine And yet we cannot so ingratefull be but we must offer vp our thanks to thee Our vowes our giftes our best pris'd sacrifice in that thou yeelds a passage to our eyes Yeelding some comfort in this gloomie night supplying kisses with the vse of sight Loue hath some harmonie some small agreeing for what it wants in tutch it hath in seeing Hesperias garden was by serpents kept whose euer watching eye-liddes neuer slept And Colchis Fleece was kept as warily till Iasons meanes obtain'd the victorie So be our loues immur'd interred rather by
loue a swaine that could not yeeld her loue for loue againe Hard was her fortune to affect that creature who for a childish feare delaid to meet her The gods I know more forward would haue beene to meet loues Parragon so faire a Queene As for her beauty aye me beauties faire with Ericina she might well compare And farre more modest Venus had her mole but nere was Thysbe stain'd with bewties soile But thou hast stain'd her beauty by thy fault ruin'd that fort which neuer had assault But by thy selfe and by thy selfe too soone since by thy meanes her shrine is razed downe Turne thee to heauen and loe the heauens dismaid to see the tragicke downefall of a maide Frowning at thee that was the cause of this causing her end that was thy Soueraigne blisse Turne thee to earth and see her turn'd to earth which makes the caues below resound with mirth That they enioy which thou didst once enioy reaping their comfort from thy deepe annoy Turne thee vnto the Sea and thou shalt see The Nymphes and Syrens crying out 'gainst thee That should make promise yet not promise hold calling thee coward but thy Thysbe bold Bold to aduenture on the gloomy night bold to encounter with Latonas light Bold in her course swift in her cursiue mouing bold to escape and constant in her louing Thus heauen earth Sea concording all in one do simpathize with thy discording mone And wilt thou liue for this O doe not liue but to requite her loue let earth receiue This little All of thine which when they haue they may interre two louers in one graue Adioyning to this fount a rocke there was so steepe and craggy that no man could passe To which wild beasts repair'd making their den in th'â—ollow cauâ—rnes which did couer them Which seene by him â— what doe not louers see with face deiected thus discoursed he If any Lion or fierce sauage Beare lodge in this ragged rocke or coucheth neere Let him come out for heere is amorous food 9 and cooling streames to wash away our blood That this may beare record by euery wight two faithfull louers perisht on one night But these are but delaies which cowards vse 10 their trembling passions seeking to excuse Cast off vaine feare feare is a vassalls weede and place true Resolution in her steed She wil prescribe the rules with fruits of woing for fruitlesse be those fruits that haue no doing We that doe hazard our good names for men if they 'l not pleasure vs what profit then Of all our toylsome labour we sustaine that reape no haruest from such gusts of pain We patient are to beare and what we bore we doe accept and wish it ten times more That we might pleasure you how fond are we The weaker sort beares your infirmity But it s our Nature Nature hath ordain'd mans strâ—ngth by womans weaknesse is sustain'd In this same cloudy night with what desire did all my thoughts and my intents aspire To that same treasure thou hast promis'd me promise is debt it must be kept by thee With what affection haue I cross'd these plaines cheered by wood-nimphs singing plesant strainâ— And dans'd Laualto till I came to thee longing for that which thou didst promise mee Sad Philomela skared from her rest sung with a pricking slothorne at her brest And sung of Tereus something what I know not which if I knew yet would I neuer show it 12 For Tereus impious in his prophane life to wrong a sister and so chast a wife Sustains the torture of his wickednesse transform'd into a Bird whose filthinesse Loues marish places flies the solid ground good reason why his conscience was not sound 13 For Tireus was a King and for his lust by Ioue himselfe was from his scepter thrust A sensuall Prince to wanton motions stirr'd chang'd from a prince vnto a loathsome bird Thus did I passe the silence of the night till I arriu'd within my louers sight Which yet I cannot doe oh why should we 14 to get a little sport paune modesty These shady thickets and that secret caue those pratling Sea-nimphes this marble graue Beare all record what trauell I haue taken yet like a Turtle of her make forsaken Cannot enioy my loue aye me vnkind that seemes inconstant to a constant mind VVhy should our fauors so deuoted rest to them whose hardned harts bred our vnrest And make vs subiect to more inward griefe then ere their comforts can affoord releefe But thou art too too rash beleeue me sweet in more remisse Appearance doe I greete Thy diuine beauty pardon what is said conceyue no harme spoke by a harmelesse maide For if thou should as surâ— I thinke thou dost lie hid vnder some bush and hearst this nois'd This shrowd inueâ—â—ioâ— gainst thy loue and thee thou might as well condemne my speech and me VVhy should I speake against so hallowed shrine to whom I haue bequeath'd both me and mine Or why should I detract from that faire sunne vvhich if ecclips'd my glistring raies bee done For this same Tree beares record of our wracke decolored quite from white to dismall black And this same ground all in a gore of bloud No chiâ—ping bird within this fatall wood And this for loue of him that now is gone leauing his forlorne Thysbe all alone Hard was mine hap to see his dolefull end at whose sad hearse the Fates themselues attend Hard was mine hap more haâ—sh the course of time to crop my loue my dazie in his prime Hard was his hap to extinguish his desire with apparition of a bloody tire Hard was his hap to forrage heere so late to misse his loue and meete so soone with Fate Turne to thy loue see if thy vitall breath can call him from the slumber of pale death See if thou canst reuiue his gasping soule for loe his eies within his head doe rowle Embrace his iuory necke with foulded armes destill life in him by thy louing charmes Buzze in his eares of loue it will not bee his dying sences haue no mind of thee Thus round empalld with greefe was Thysbes mind no hope of life in him can Thysbe find For he grew stiffe engor'd with bloudy wound and by hâ—s bloud fast glâ—ed to the ground â—hysbe espied her Tire which hee did hould 〈◊〉 in his hand and did the same enfould As 〈…〉 Antidote to cure his gaping wo 〈…〉 make him ere endure Vnhappy Tire quoth she vnhappy were that gaue occasion to my loue of feare Thou that hast prest my soule in anguish more then all the robes which ere I wore before Thou wandring stragler sliding from mine head gaue the first onset to this vgly deede For if thou hadst not been my loue had liu'd that now of sence mouing is depriu'd What hap had I at first to put thee on when darke Latonas lights were drawing on Or what misfortune had I for to leaue thee since thy departure doth so greatly grieue mee It
of his happie state VVhere Hero smiles to grapple with her deere Iealous of nothing for no cause of feare Can crosse loues action there 's no Helespont But the sweet relish of a Nectar fount Hight the Castalian fount which Gods adore where hauing drunke thei 're neuer thirsty more By this renowmed brooke shall he and I prattle of loue and parents cruelty Hang not the willow token of disdaine vpon our Toome for that each country swaine Can set vpon his shrine let Venus tree the louely mirtle shew our constancie If you want any rites or solemne hestes which may be seem our graues the birds protests Each in their order to solemnise them and gods themselues for to eternize them Each mourning Turtle hauing lost her make will mourning make resort for Venus sake And sweet Leucothoe will represent of Vmolus odours a delicious sent The Nighterne owle that night wil cease from prey howling by night as she did howle by day The little Batt though fearefull heretofore will flocke amongst the rest and feare no more Thus euery Bird for it is Gods desire will with their presence decke our funerall fire To purge our guilt dame Venus promis'd me she le goe to heauen with lowe and bended knee And well I know Ioue Venus loues so well he will belieue what tale so ere she tell Then for her loue let Venus altars smoke and in each corner of her Temple looke No ornament which best may her be-fit Be there a wanting but to perfect it You know our Cittie much relies on her for by her succour no distresse can sturre The prosperous sailes of our prosperitie but like a sterne she 's euer fixed nie To rid her from those rocks vnto the shore in liew whereof we do her shrine adore Yet ere I die I must take leaue of you you sacred mansions which my woes renew Thou oliue-tree that planted was so nie vnto my fathers house where I came by This last vnhappie night thou render vine whose supple slips these fingers oft did twine Thou 33 rosie border set with roses fayre to which each morne I vsed to repaire And rob thee of thy store to bewtifie my haplesse tire with crimson puritie Farewell at once farewell long may the dew of siluer hair'd Aurora water you Long may you flourish this I onely craue that with your flowres each morne you deck my graue Such sweetes such fragrant roses represent that your repose may make it redolent Send out your spicy odours and attend with Hyble fruites vpon my bleeding friend For manie time and oft hath he and I chas'd one another full lasciuiously And if he chaunc't to be too slow in running I would hold 34 back and linger for his comming But of all monuments I bid a dew broad shadowing beech-trees to the sight of you You many times haue yeelded sweet repose vnto our loue and seasoned haue our woes By your contented shades blest be you euer and like Elisian-shades fade may you neuer O many times haue we two sported there for we alone were priuiledged there And twisting nose-gaies we our flowers would hide them lest by some Satyre we should be espide Oft would we crop sweete flowers and hauing cut within our wicker baskets we would put them And when we more had gathered then we needed we gathred still for so our loue exceeded That euery flower we cropt we did apply vnto the flower of our virginitie For if such flowers such sweetnesse did bestowe flowers are much sweeter that do spring belowe Fare-well thou spacious plaine amongst the rest I haue no cause but to respect thee best For manie time and oft haue we two plaide at Barli-breake but now that sports decai'd Full many secret corners dost thou yeelde for Louers sports within thy louely field And thou vnhappy Pine that mounts so hie as if thou meant by height to tutch the skie Thou mai'st repine at fates that murdred me since Thysbees hand each morne did cherish thee Oft haue I planted grafts within thy stemme which now are growne so high they shadowe men And with a 35 Water pot which I did bring each morne by time I made thine arms to spring But now poore Pine pine maist thou now and die for none that I know cherish thee but I Now shall thy shadowing branches fall away their falling leues to winters fury paie And none remaines there now to pittie thee When I am dead that liuing nourisht thee But be content shed teres in loue of me and when thou hear'st my death deiected be Cast down some withered leues send them hither portending thus much we must die together This if thou dost I will thee thankfull call and wil with Laurel thy sad head empall That though thou die yet that thou diest with me in after-times still honoured thou maist be And thou straite chinke to which full many time we made repaire through thee our loue did shine And spearst her beames farewell for neuer more shall we resort to thee as heretofore Thou wast the author of our first vndoing for by thy meanes thou gauest vs means of woing Giuing eyes liberty which eyes so wounded that by their passions passions new rebounded Yet we do thank thee for thy fore-past loue for by our deaths the gods themselues approue Our constant minds recorded which must be in heauens conuentions to our memorie O happy thou whilst our two fragrant breaths made thee so rich impouerisht by our deaths For this I thinke this is my prophesie nere shall such lips bestowe their breath on thee When thou shalt heare of our discording end some softned teares vpon our funeralls spend Let thine hard marble be dissolv ' to streames of liquid water since those radiant beames Which our reflecting eyes the marble gaue might pierce him more then euer Lyricks haue The sauage beasts whose natures were made tame at the rehearsall of sweet Amphions name What then should Bewtie whose attractiue power commands stones serpenâ—s sweet budding flowr What should the Splendor of faire Beawties eie act since such acts were done by harmonie Open your flinty bosome let remorse shed riuolets of teres vpon my coarse Or if you will not so at least restraine your ayrie chinke and shut it vp againe Let not such Monuments liue when we die for they'â—e augment our Parents iealousie That as we lov'd kiss'd toy'd when we 're liuing so we may loue kisse toy at lifes depriuing Then shut that crany vp left after time impute the fault vnto that chinke of thine This last record by Thysbe thus recorded bred floods of teres for teres their sighs afforded the Balme-trees wept their teres concrete in one distilled into th'substance of a stone Which stone it seemes did after couer them for after times found it laid ouer them With many faire inscription which did shew of loue recorded neuer none more true Then this of Thysbe and her louing mate sâ—pposing mutuall death a blessed state A
outside 's faire but you may finde a farre more beauteous inside of his minde Constant he is witnesse Peritheus whose two combined hearts so well vnited Haue eterniz'd the loue of Theseus Mirrour of men that men should be exiled To passe such shelfes of perrils dangerous With sight of poore Proserpina delighted Whom to exempt with Pluto they remaine the one imprison'd close the other slaine Yet could not Pluto barr his eies from teares which he pourd out each morne vpon the hearse Of his deare friend loue after death appeares which like an Ecco earths abysse did pierce Oppress'd with woe surmises of vaine feares Maugre the furie of those Furies fierce And Fiends below which could not him surprise with dastard feare 63 Braue Spirits feare despise O doe not then expose his vertuous age to such dishonour adde no discontent Vnto his outworne strength lest you enrage his patient spirit aboue his element Doe not corrupt your honour nor engage the glory of your birth so eminent Scandalls are soâ—ne engendred sooner bred then after-times can make extinguished Doe not degrade your Theseus from his throne Which he enioies conceiuing more delight In that he hath this little of his owne reaping contented harbour on the night Then th'husband man to reape what he hath sowne or the poore Turtle in her Turtles sight Beleeue me Quâ—eue more doth your presence please Your Theseus heart then any one of these If you would haue Hippolitus to loue Loue aged Theseus for Hippolitus sake For by those heauenly powers that raigne aboue more comfort shall Hyppolitus partake By that affection then Idalias groue ere reap'd in Venus when he did awake And rous'd from silent flumber to returne vnto her Birds which for their Queen did mourn Alas faire queene why should you thus assault the vnprouided fortresse of mine hart Or why should you your colours thus exalt displaying ruine to my chiefest part And vnder ground as in some secret vault laying your shot intending to subuert The Bulwarke which supports my slender being to raze my Fort and put my friends to fleeing The fort which I possesse is my pure heart my friends the vertues which do keepe my fort The first in all my dolours beares a part the second in distresse do make resort To arme my soule against inuasions dart vpon their foe their furie to retort Were 't not a pittie then to see that fall which doth sustaine my selfe my meanes and all But sure you see in me some shew of pleasure and gladly would haue me expresse my thought Obiecting to my senses time and leasure seldome are such delights so lightly bought High is the price of such a precious treasure and well deserues it to be throughly sought But I reply that pleasure lasts not long that t is vsurp't by force and tane by wrong I loue no bitter sweets immixd with gall whose sharp repentance drowns the pleasure past A pure vnspotted soule whose 64 Brasenwall can hold out battrie and wil euer last That feare no ruine no declining fall soilde with no blemish of her mindes distaste But fraught with wealth thrice happy in her wealth feeding on free delights not got by stelth What is that pleasure where attendeth feare As faith-infringers doe who violate The faith they owe whereby it doth appeare they rest respect lesse of their future state Preferring lust before their Spousals deare their shame with shamelesse Acts to aggrauate O none God wot no pleasure can be there where there is nought but actions of despaire O let those hests inuiolable stand which heauens aboue confirme and let them be As Charactres writ by dame Natures hand to eleuate our senses purity Proceeding from the immortall powers command to consummate our liues integrity That loue 's well squared by an equall line whose ground-worke is grounded on the lawes diuine But if these motiues cannot caution you not to adulterise your Nuptiall bed Be you assur'd to Theseus I will shew those indigested humors which are bred By your vnsetled thoughts which doe renew an heape of passions in your troubled head All which concording make that discord true No faith more faithlesse then the Faith of you Your brittle sexe so brittle is your mould you cannot long be free from alteration Grounds her foundation on no certaine hold but tost with sundrie gusts of times mutation Expos'd to shame and to confusion sold infringing loue to purchase recreation Which we by nature do accompt a shame to set them light that haue esteemed them Vertues surpriser chastities depriuer sower of discord refuge to the worst Forge of ambition enmities contriuer an hatefull monster vipers birth accurst Friendships dissoluer simple soules deceiuer which from perdition had her birth-right first The soile and sale of honour soonest showen where men affect all pleasure saue their owne And what be those but vaine vnsauourie ioyes whose fruits vnseas'ned yeeld but small delight When comforts are conuerted to annoies the beauty of our day obscur'd by night And that we iudg'd for serious seeme as toies which haue eclips'd the glory of their light And then reuoluing what we did admire let fall our hopes to greater things aspire O be asham'd to blemish that faire Roote which had deriuall from the powers aboue Staine not your bed with your polluted foot loue him alone whom you are bound to loue Giue no occasion to your Spouse to doubt of your licentious passion but remoue Both guilt and guilts suspicion whose bright eyes Iealouse of nought your secret'st councels spies Will you for any pleasure lose respect of all your kindred that attend your fame Which once surpriz'd by infamies suspect will call your acts augmenters of their shame O doe not so let not your lust effect the ruine of that house from whence you came But as your glorie doth surpasse the rest so in your heart let vertue build her nest Vaine is the flower soone fading soone forgot which you do pamper to your ouerthrow Time will be when those beautious corps shall rot their poore remainder to the earth bestowe Then you shall be as if you flourish'd not plac'd in earths centre Stigian lake belowe Where Minos iudgement giues of euery sin that those are guiltie may remaine with him He was your father yet his equitie will not permit his Phaedra to transgresse His lawes haue no exception puritie onely exempted is whose eminence Was first ordain'd to raigne eternally in the Elisian fields Ioues residence Then chuse which two you please whether you 'le dwel in heauen with Ioue or with your Sire in bâ—ll Erect your thoughts depressed downe belowe and let them soare vnto an higher pitch Then terrene pleasures let that beauteous show of outward colours your affection teach To taste the Spring of sweetes from whence doth flowe such mines of treasure as will more enrich The Ars'nall of your minde then vaine delight which lopped is before it come to height Recall to minde Ixions punishment see in a
discontent Famine at hòme surcharg'd with sorrowes loade Debt with a Sâ—rgeant dogging thee abroad Haue any these whereof thou hast had part Been of that force to mollifie his heart Haue all thy cries and Orphanes teres together Moou'd him ô no they are as if a fether Were here and there tost with each gale of winde Thou shalt not finde that temper in his mind For hâ— is cauteris'd and voide of sence And thanks his God he has a conscience Can stand remorcelesse 'gainst both winde and weather â—â—hough he and 's Conscience goe to hell together Yea he dâ—th feele no more thy piteous mone Then doth an Anuile when it s strooke vpon Why then shouldst thou thus striue against the streame T' importune him that seemes as in a dreame Secure of hell carelesse of thy distresse Fie take vpon thee some more manlinesse Rouse thy deiected spirits which now lie As if surprised by a lethargie Wipe wipe those eyes with briny streamelings drownd And plant thy selfe vpon a firmer ground Then thus to wast thy griefe enthralled heart Which done pray tell me but what better art Well if thou wilt but silence thy iust wrong For one halfe howre or hardly for so long I le shew the best I can of art and skill With an vnbounded measure of good will To tell thy cruell lord that there 's a doome As well as here in after time to come I le tell him boldly though I chance to moue him For all he 's lord there is a Lord aboue him Before whose throne he must come to account For Syons-Lord is that Lord Paramount Who swayes the massie orbe of heauen and earth Brething on euery creature that brings forth It 's he that giues to each increase and store Girdling the swelling Ocean with a shore The proudest Peeres he to subiection brings And prostrate lies the Diadems of Kings By him oppressors feele there is a God That can reuenge and chastice with his rodde Yea thy iniurious Lord I meane to tell Though he thinks of no hell he 's finde a hell And those distreaming teres which thou hast shed Are by thy louing father bottled For there 's no teres sighs sorrowes grieues or mones Which come from any of his little ones But in his due compassion still exprest Vnto their cause he 'le see their wronges redrest How thinks 't of this will not these things enforce In thy relentlesse Lands-lord a remorse Sooner and deeper of that minde am I Then puling with thy finger in thine eye Well I will make attempt which if it fall Out to my wishes as I hope it shall The onely fee which I expect of thee Is that thou wouldst poure out thy prayers for me Meare time pray for thy selfe while I expresse Thy grieues and heauens grant to my hopes successe Now rent-inhauncer where away so fast Pray stay a little sir for all your haste Perchance you may more profit by your stay Thâ—n if you should leaue me and goe your way For I coniecture whither you are going Nay doe not blush to soâ—â—e poore snakes vndoing To â—oot out some poore Family or other Speake freely man do not your conscience smother I st not you Suck-blood to oppresse the poore And put him and his children out a dore I st not to take aduantage on some thing Or other for his vtter ruining Ist not because thou art not halfe content That he should sit vpon so easie rent And therefore takes occasion vpon naught Forgiuing somthing he neither said nor thought If such effects make thee abroad to come Thou might with safer conscience stay at home For whence be these exactions thus to stretch And racke thy Tenants thou wilt say t' enrich Thy priuate Coffers which in time may be A faire estate to thy posteritie Or if not to encrease thy wealth or store For to maintaine thy ryot or thy whore O thou forlorne and miserable man Come these conclusions from a Christian Be these the ends whereto thou wert created To loue those things which make thy soule most hated I me sorry for thee yet vnhappy Elfe Why should I grieue that grieues not for thy selfe How canst thou thinke thy children shall possesse Long that estate is got by wickednesse Or how imaginst that it can succeede VVell wiâ—h thy short liu'd heires or with their seede VVhen all that welth was gathered to their hand Came from the cries and curses of the land No no thou greedy spunge that sucks vp store Yet more thou suckes thou needest still the more Euill got goods howbeit neare soe fayre Seldome enioyed are by th' third heire For wauering is that state is raisd by wrong Built its on Sand and cannot hold out long Yea I haue seene euen in that little time Which I haue liu'd Som of you in their prime And so erected to the height of state As you might seeme to be admired at For braue attendance sumptuous attire For fare pleasure what you could desire In building gorgeous so as you might be Styled the heires of Earths felicitie Yet 'lasse againe how quickly haue I seene These men shrunke downe as if they had not been Their pompe decreas'd their great attendance gon And for their many dishes one or none True for how can it any other 's chuse Since God hath promisd not to blesse that house Which aimes at welth and honour for to rise By Orphanes teares and woefull widows cries Then for the first thou sees how it is vaine To thinke that thy posterity can raigne Or long abide in that estates possession Is got by fraud collusion or oppression Now I will see whereto thy labours tend To squize the poore that thou may better spend On wanton consorts Souls eternall curse The first was ill but this is ten-times worse It s well obseru'd that when wee doe begin One sinne 's attended by an other sinne They come in paires which seemes approud to be In none opprâ—ssor bâ—tter then in thee It s not enough to prey vpon the Poore But thou must spend his state vpon thy whoore So that me thinkes I almost might auer It s rather he then thou maintaineth her Must his night cares and early rising to His dayly labours when and where to sow His painefull tillage and his slender fare His griefe when 's crops the lesse successiue are His many howers of want few of content His special care to pay his Lands-lords rent Must he that earnes his liuing best we know Being as God command'd in 's sweat ofs Brow Must he the sleepes with many a troubled head To finde his wife and hungry children bread Must he I say for all his lifes disquiet Maintaine thy whoredome and excessiue riot Must he support thee in thy vaine delights Thy midnight reuels and thy pagent sights Thy new inuented fashions and thy port Must he at th' Cart maintaine thy pride at Courâ— If this he doe this doome to thee is giuen Court it on earth
thou's neuer Court in Heauen No Ahab no there is no place for such Whom poore mens grieues and sorrowes will not tutch Such as will haue compassion shall be there Receiud in mercy that had mercy heere But such as thou who in the Pride of heart Had little feeling of an others smart Shall heare that Ve Away thou cursed goe Repent in time or thou shalt finde it so For tell me why should whorish complement Force thee to soules eternall languishment Why should a minutes pleasure take from thee All after-hope of thy felicitie VVhy should a painted cheeke be so sought after Beleeu 't in common sense it merits laughter That her complexion should by thee be sought That knows its not her owne but that'twas bought Yea one would thinke more reason there 's to seeke Complexion in the shop then on the cheeke And better wil't with generous humors stand To buy 't at first then at the second hand Both's to be bought no difference in the sale The one in grosse the other in Retaile O then take heede mix not two sinnes in one Sinnes linkt together make the soule to groane Their burdens heauy yea t is such as they Draws in in Cart-ropes as the Prophets say But if thou wilt needes to perdition run And follow on that chase thou hast begun If thou wilt make thy body in few words A filthy Caske or Cage of vncleane birds If that same soule which should a Temple be And dedicated to Gods Maiesty Must now be made it grieues me to expres A stew for Harlots and licentiousnesse Yet let not thy oppression be the meanes For to maintaine such prostituted queanes That doe expose themselues to publique shame One sin 's enough shun thou oppressions name I know indeede what was of Ahab tould Is growne a story now exceeding old His mouldred bones and ashes who can finde Yea his example 's quite worne out of minde Since for most part mens corps 's no sooner rotten Then they and all their actions be forgotten The stories old indeed its true they say Yet is the vse experienst euerie day Ech day we see a silly Naboth slaine And euery day a wicked Ahab raigne Who if he see one plat of ground that is Delightfull in his eye or bordering his Whether 't be vineyard garden or that land The front I mean where Naboths house doth stand He cannot be content till he has got By fraud or violence that same neighbouring plot For like an eye-sore it did euer grieue him Nor till ge gain'd it would he euer leaue him Yet for all this our moderne Ahabs they No sooner heare what sacred Scriptures say Of that example then they straight begin To giue a curse to Ahab and his sinne Who made no bones poore Naboth to denye him To haue one little Vineyard lying by him Cruell he was say they and well deseru'd His punishment for he was rightly seru'd To be depriu'd of all life realme and crowne That would not suffer Naboth haue his owne Yea the reward did fit his Tyrant-hart Despoyl'd of all that spoyld the poore of part So their owne iudgements most vnhappy Elues That thus pronounce the sentence on themselues Their owne mouthes do condemn them for by this Each proue their guilt by th'guilt they show of his VVherefore as Nathan did to Dauid say Taking Vriahs life and wife away VVhere he proposd this question thereupon Of him had many Sheepe another one Wherein indeed the Prophet shadowed That fact which Dauid to Vriah did Which when that good King heard as th'Scripture saith He answered straight he hath deserued death Thou art the man quoth he so sure I am I may be bold to say thou art the man Thou Ahab thou that by extortion gaines Some Skreads of Land to better thâ— demains Thou that triumphes in wrongs and brings the crye And curse of widdowes to thy Family Thou that with dainties dost that carrian feede That maw of thine while such doe begge their bread As thou opprest to their extremest wrong Thou art the man I le sing no other song Dost thou not yet relent no streams of grace Thrilling or trickling from thy blubber't face No signe of reformation Las I see Custome in sinne cannot relinquisht be Vpon the instant wherefore I must set My resolution not to leaue thee yet And howsoere thou take it I will goe Yet further with thee I le not leaue thee so Two speciall motiues I might here proâ—uce To moue thee to a conscience and to vse A christian-lâ—ke respect to such as be Ordain'd by God for to liue vnder thee The first is to haue eye vnto that forme Oâ— image which doth euery man adorne Euen his creators image which might moue Vs to loue him for his creators loue The second is a due especiall care Or a consideration what wee are Men and in that we should be humbler still Since best of vs are Tennants but at will On which two branches briefly I le dilate Or rather cursiuely so shadow at As seeing his Forme thy little cause of pride This good surueigh may make thee mortified The comely feature which is giuen to man Implies the place from whence this creature came Euen from that fragrant garden of delight That Spicy Eden where in our makers sight He did enioy farre more then tongue can tell Till from that height he to corrupâ—ion fell Yet still retain'd his forme which first was giuen him In Paradise whence now the Lord had driuen him So precious was this forme as he who made it For as we reade in Scripture where he said it Let vs make man after our Image he Saw in this forme I say such maiestie As he who in his mercy fast did make it Becomming man of God vouchsaf'd to take it So that what th' first man Adam did before Christ th' second Adam as man did restore Thou sees this Image then how it was giuen And represented by the God of heauen Who in his great compassions thought 't no scorne That the Creator take the creatures forme And how canst thou irreuerent wretch disdaine That forme which thy Creator did retaine How canst despise that image or presume To wrong that shape thy Sauiour did assume How canst thou presse that soule with discontent Which thy Redeemer daign'd to represent How canst abuse that type for hope of pelfe Which Christ thy louer shadowed in himselfe How canst thou see that image rack't to be VVhich in thy Christ was ract and rent for thee How canst endure to haue that soule bereft Of all releefe and to haue nothing left Driuen from his house forc't from his Tenant-right VVhen he that is the way truth life and light Taking his forme to satisfie for sinne Had not so much as house to hide him in Birds had their nests and euery beast his denne Yet had not he what was permitt'd to them O let me now perswade be not extreame Its easie saies the Prouerb to wade the