slew Next Hydra did with sword and fire subdue The Erimanthian Bore with Javelin stroke The brasse hoov'd stagge with golden antlers took The chac't Stimphalides his arrowes felt From th'Amozonian won her precious belt Then cleans'd Augaeus stalls with ordure full And vanquished the furious Cretan bull Sâ—erne Diomed his ravenous horses threw Three-headed Gerion in Iberia slew The Hesperian dragon-guarded apples won And scowling Cerberus shewed to the sun Hermophradite Sir and Madam twisted both together One orbe contains both sun and moon Within whose eyes Both Venus and Adonis lies In every simple sound A perfect dialogue is found Tib and Tom in a trick Natures Philip and Mary's sixpence Two sexes in one Individual Hermit v. Anchorite High Which with lesse distance peeps into the stars Than which no place of earth doth swell more high In any place nor nearer meets the skie Which by their wondrous height Might seem to threat the skies and once more fright The Gods with a gigantick war That out-braves the skie Till as Atlas pillars which did tack Heaven to the earth That to an immense height drawes up the eye A cliffe As high as the Canarian Tenariffe Which lift their swelling tops above the skies Which shrouds His airy bead in hanging clouds Whose lofty top Nature hath made contiguous to the heavens Whose lofty top doth know No distance from the Skies Singing his pate against the torrid Zone Makes Offa like a wart That emulate the Skie As they would ease great Atlas of his load That rear Their glitering tops which fatall lightning fear Invade the Skies And bid defiance to the Skie That lick the stars and steal a kisse from heaven That muffle up their heads within the clouds Like Athos Mount Or Erix steep and long Or like old Apeninus rais'd on high Into the Air kissing the starrie Skie Whose top seems to despise The under vale doth rise In stately height to parly with the Skies As Mountains on whose barren brest The labouring clouds do often rest Whose stately eminence Vassals the under vales circumference So high as if they meant To ease strong Atlas of his punishment Whose head like winged fame Might pierce the clouds yea seem the stars to kisse And Mausolus great tomb might stand in this Tempting the Skie so â—gh From thence swell'd mountains seem but to the eye As atoms losing their heads within the Skie Bearding the stars thrusting acquaintance on the Skie Proudly insulting o'r the under Skie Whose lofty foreheads brush the stars As if thee meant to put out heavens bright eyes As if they meant to scale the Skies Whose height doth court the clouds Scaling Olympus snowie brow Knocking their hâ—ows against heavens brazen doors That heaven and earth attone That reach heavens battlements So high They thrâ—atned to give battell to the Skie Which show Against the height of heaven their pointed brow Skie-kissing air-invading High as Riphoean hills Hill v. High Two rockie hills lift their proud tops on high And make a vale beneath Their lofty brows display Earths dugges wart risings tumours blisters Athos Atlas Haemus Rhodope Ismarus Eryx Cithaera Taurns Caucasus Alps Appenine Oeta Tmolus Aetna Paâ—nassus Othrys Cynthus Mimas Dyndimus Mycale Pâ—lion Pindus Offa Olympus Helicon Ida. History The rorch of truth The treasure-house of time The glasse of ages past The Matron with her eyes behind her Hippocrene The fount Made by the horse hoof on the Muses Mount â—ganippe's spring The Heliconian well The Muses sacred rill The Poets fount Where they to drench their ravisht lips are wont V. Muses-Parnassus Forked Parnassus spring where those sweet maids of memory do sing Homer The Grecian Merlin The Muses high Priest Blind Bard of Greece The Muses Purveyor Apollo's Caterer The Priest of Smyrna that took such delight In knowledge that for it he chang'd his sight Whose pen The Scepter was which rul'd the souls of men Honest v. Forms of Commending A man of a most confirmed honesty He would not flatter Neptune for his trident Or love for power to thunder His heart 's his mouth Would not betray The Devil to his fellow and delights No lesse in truth than light A mind keeps correspondence to his tongue A mind allied unto his words He hath all the entendmenrs of an honest man From whose free tongue proceedeth nought That is not correspondent to hâ—s thought Whose head and heart keep alwayes one pace His conscience and his tongue keep the same tune Who punishment lesse than the trespasse fears Honey The sweets that crown the labours of the Bee The sweet provision of the Bee Bees flowrie task The riches of Hyblean Cottagers The treasures of industrious Bees Honour The waxen Palace of the Bee The waxie Cabbins of industrious Bees The Bees hollow home The Bees arched cells The dainty wax divided rooms The honey Merchants shop The waxen Canopie Honor. The inheritance of air Prides Stirrup That glorious nothing Ambitious wish and scope Which envy ever lackies at the heels That great engagement to great purposes Swelling Titles gilded emptiness vertues due guerdo Dreams in career Embroydered names The creature of authority Hope The poor mans god The lullabie of care The greatest antidote against despair Miseries babie rattle lenitive Ingaging expectation The parasite of thought The dream of mad men Ever-changing gale Swelling with wanton breath the gaudy sayls Of glorious fools Miseries cordiall The onely happinesse of those that are deprived of all other The hope with expectation feed The dame of beggars and the Queen of Kings Our joy in sorrow and our peace in strife The waking dream Brave temper of resolved spirits Valours incentive Patience's pillow Lawfullest flatterer The pullies to draw up dejected hearts The first-born of experience Horns The terrour of the skull Natures offensive arms And her defensive too Horse High bounding Steeds whose rich caparison With Scarlet blush with gold their bridles shone The best that ever trode The sounding Centre Like to the breed of great Laomedon â—r those which Jove gave Tros The bloody spur thrusts anger in his side Which perform their fiery course â—â—rinckling their foam and snowing on the dust â—â—e Steed in stately trappings proudly stamps â—nd in his mouth the foamy bridle champs 〈◊〉 forth the ringled bit and with his hooves Checks the submissive ground He lifts his hasty hoof as if he scorned The earth as if his tabering feet had found A way to go and yet ne'r touch the ground Bounds from the earth as if his entrails were hairs He is pure air and fire Earth and water never shew â—hemselves in him but in his still patience to let his â—ider mount him There stamps a Steed that champs the frothy steel This strokes the ground that scorns it with his heel His neck with thunder arm'd his breast with force Who from his nostrils throws a dreadfull light Eâ—alts in his own courage proudly bounds With trampling hoof the sounding Centre wounds Breaks through the order'd ranks
crazie now being she is grown thus cold But frost 's not all our grief we that so sore â—ffer its stay fear its departure more For when that leaves which so long hath stood 'T will make us count from since the second Flood Frown The Hieroglyphick of anger and deniall T' unsmooth the forehead with observ'd distast Furrowing the forehead with an unseen plow To fold the brow in angry frowns The tempest of the face the discontented brow To muffle up the face in frowns The hated strangers fee. The cloud that hangs upon the brow A forehead gathered into frowns A look drest up in frowns â— Brow knit up in clouds of wrath â— Brow whereon dwells anger â—corn fits in state upon his â—urly Brow â— vineger verjuice face To wear a frown upon the brow â—uffled his brow like a new boot Contracted brow To purse the brow To furrow up the face The rising furrows in the brow The sour countenance More angry wrinckles on his brow appear â—han hunted lions in their Fury were Fruit. Summers pregnant treasures Tribute Autumnes burdens The dangling pendants of the trees Pomona's jewels Fruitfull Natures chiefest wardrobe no other soil Doth more reward the industrious plowmans toil With rich encrease no other pastures keep More horned heads more wealthy fleeced sheep Where the bleating flocks And horned herds do graze the labouring ox Wearied in those fat furrows ne'r deceives Hopes which the greediest husbandman conceives Whose tender paps with plenty overflow Fury v. Anger Rage Furies Daughters to old night The Nymphs of Nemesis In snaky curls they twist their dreadfull hair Whose tresses dangle down with hissing snakes And crawling adders with their forked tongues The sisters with their hissing hair Who on the faces of the guilty stare With dreadfull Torches infernall Harpieâ— Eumenedes With snaky curls that on the guilty seise Black midnight imps Erynnis had encompass'd all The Town her snakie hairs and burning brand Shaking us when she rul'd Agave's hand Oâ— the self-mainâ—'d Lycurgus The sullen broods of evil spirits Upon her horrid brows did serpents hisse Her komb kemb'd poyson down Whose scourges wound All guilty souls A sulphureous vapour from her eys possest the fair And sweet complexion of the abused air With pestilence The ghastly Sprites that haunt the gloomy night Black Pluto's messengers Posts Executioners Snake trest sisters with knotted whips of wire Malignant Spirits periwig'd with Snakes Hells hatefull hags Murthering Ministers that in their silent substances Wait on natures mischief Unhallowed hags fell Ministers of fate The diâ—e Tartarean monsters hating light Begot by dismal Erebus and night The Jades That drag the tragick melancholly night V. Virgils Alecto Aen. 7. V. Sands Ovids Met. l. 4. p. 141. Lucans Phemon lib. 5. And with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Clip dead mens bones and from their misty jaws Breath forth contagious darknesse in the air Megaera Alecto Tisiphone Furious v. Angry Mad. VVho would have seen the picture of Alecto or with what manner of conutenance Medea kill'd her own children needed but take his face for the full satisfaction of his knowledge in that point Nor Dindimenian nor the Pythian Priest Are wiâ—h such Fury by their gods possess'd Nor Bacchides nor Corybantes so VVhen on shrill brasse they iterate their blow G. Gale v. Wind. VVhispering Gale A Came dallying with the leaves along the Dale VVhich whispers out its tale In such soft language as but fills the sail The flitting Gales That cool the bosome of the fruitfull Vales. Natures soft fan The airs cool whispers Soft spirits of the air The wind pants out small gusts as out of breath Gamester Blacking the night with oathes and imprecations Spending the day In cursing fortune and his fruitlesse play That civil gun-powder which can in peace Blow up whole houses and their whole increase Thâ—t spends his time In oaths and exclamations on his fate That makes his whole estate a lottery Bewitched with their hopes they nere give ore Looking to gain their own or to win more There is but a cast at dice betwixt him and a beggar Ganimed Joves beauteous Catamite Whom Joves majestick bird to heaven trust up To â—iâ—gle nectar in his genial cup. From Ida's shady top Juno's fair rival Garden v. flowers Pleasant place Garland v. Crown Leavie twines wreathes Flowry chaplets Verdant incirclets Glorious impalement of the brow Garments Vestment habits habiliment array raiment livery robes mantles garbe weeds vestures The bodies sheath scabbard Fairest covers of the foulest shame Foule fair marks of our misery Gemmes The pibbles paving Neptunes court The riches of the unsounded deep That gay purchase which doth make The scorched Negro dive the briny lake As rich a gemme As ere enamoured glorious diadem Bâ—ight gemmes Adding new splendour to the diadems The wealthy store Of Ganges and the Erythrean shore Such Cleopatra wore When she first Caesar met The rich seas spoiled store The pride of natures store Rich spoyles of the Eastern shore Shell-fish spoiles What the diving Mooâ—e ' Mongst the red weeds seeks for in th'Easterne shore Some ly in dead mens skulls and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabite there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes Reflecting gemmes That wooe the slimy bottom of the deep And mock the dead bones that ly scattered by Rescued from the covetous sand To make the seas hid wealth adorne the land And though the Sun did hold his light away You might behold this gemme by its own day Which impart To wondering eyes the workmans art That which the Sultans glistering bride doth wear To these would but as glow-wormes eyes appear The Tuscan Duke's compared showes thick and dark These lâ—ving stars and his a dying spark Ghosts v. Souls departed Dislodged soules Airy shapes Fleeting shades Airy mockeries Unsubstantial phantasmes Sightlesse substances Cold midnight wanderers Glad This day I received my private Gospel Swell swell my joyes and faint not to declare Your selves as ample as your causes are I did not live till now this my first houre Wherein I see my thoughts reacht by my power The earth receives me not 't is aire I tread And each step that I take my advanced head Knocks out a star in heaven More glad than is The teeming earth to see the long'd for Sun Peep through the hornes of the celestial ram My joyes like waves each other overcome And gladnesse drowns where it begins to flow It is the only way to make me contradict my selfe when I accountâ— my selfe miserable I have not any discontent which is not lost in the joy I receive This sweetnesse all the bitternesse of my spirit in my most sensâ—ble dâ—stasts Eenough to blot out all the story of my misfortune I surfeit with excessive joy Can there be a thing Under the heavenly Iris that can bring More joy unto my soul or can present My Genius with a fuller blandishment The raven almost famisht joyes not more When restlesse billowes tumble to the
shore An heap of bodies shipwrackt on the sea I write and having written I destroy Because my lines have bounds but not my joy So joyes the Pilot that hath scap't a grave In the swell'd bosome of an angry wave And after all his shipwrack't hopes at last Doth in that port his joyful anchour cast Which hath occasioned many pious aires And been the subject of his serious praiers Can fate present What after this I can call discontent More proud am I of this than Phaeton When Phoebus flaming chariot he did guide Before he knew the danger coming on Or else than Jason when from Colchos he Returned with the fleeces victory Then on his neck shedding a shower of joy That ten-years travell'd Greek return'd from sea Nere joyd so much to see his Ithaca Pouring himself into embracements Loosing himself in Labyrinths of joy So joy'd Andromeda freed from her chaines And the grim monster His breast scarce holds his joyes whose fancy works On golden wonders I know not whether I then was more compos'd of joy or joy of me for I seemed not merty but mirth it self As glad as was the wandering youth of Greece When he from Colchos brought the golden fleece Like sea-men that descry the land at last For whose glad sight they get the hatches under And to the Ocean tell their joyes in thunder Shaking those barnackles into the sea At once that in the wombe and cradle lay As Nymphs and Shepheards when the timbrell rings Or crooked Dolphin when the saylour sings Whose joy and mirth Transcends the united pleasures of the earth What angels tongue can let The world conceive our pleasures when we met Who could have seen how that kind Roman dame Orecome with joy did yeild her latest breath Her son returning laden with such fame When thankful Rome had mourned for his death Might have beheld her personated right When I approached to sight Like as a man whose hourely wants implore Each meals relief trudging from doore to doore That hears no dialect from churlish lips But newes of Beadles and their torruring whips Takes up perchance some unexpected treasure New-lost departs and joyful beyond measure Is so transported that he scarce believes So great a truth and what his eye perceives Not daring trust fearing it is some vision Or flâ—ttering dream deserving but derision I am too narrow to contain my joy The Merchant when he plowes the angry seas And sees the mounting billowes fall upon him As if all elements and all their anger Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction Shall not with greater joy embrace his safety My joy cannot shew it self modest enough without the badge of bitternesse my tears My plenteous joyes Wanton in fulnesse seeke to hide themselves In drops of sorrow Imparadis'd An extasie of joy Drunken with joy Ready to leap out of their skin Glove Whose fine proportion showed well what a dainty guest was wont to be lodged therein The hands sheath Glutton v. Voluptuous That dis-people all the elements to please their palates That impoverish seas And aire dispeople their proud tast to please That greedy tyrant to obey Who varies still his tribute with the day His health by surfets forfeiting Veâ—st only in the kitchen Alchimy Philosophy To tire their glutted appetite Chain'd by the teeth unto their meat and drink Digging his own grave with his teeth Witty and ambitious appetite Three elements at least dispeopled be To satisfie judicious gluttony Nice palates Knowing stomachs That never fast but presently after dinner The whole world is his confectionary Banquet beagles That wears his brains in his belly That cannot judge the controverted câ—se Twixt meat and mouth without the bribe of sauce That gull the seas Their witty appetite to please That eat The heads of parâ—ets tongues of nightingales The brains of peacocks and of ostriches And could they get the Phoenix Though nature lost her kind she were their dish Apicius Geta Galba Vitellius Heliogabalus Sybarites Abderites Sardanapalus Goates The bearded heard The wanton flocks The bleating flocks Which powle the steepest mountains motly rocks God Almighty essence arbiter of fate Who wisely governs what he did create Whose unresisted hands do tear The clouds with dreadful thunder The great Disposer The gâ—eat director of the rolling stars Emperour of Angells King of stars The great Creatour To whom nothing's so great as to resist nothing so smal as to be contemned The first and last of things Whose great arme spans the East and West And tacks the center to the sphear The great Three-one That sees the secret chambers of the heart And with his knowledge can prevent our thoughts Goodnesse's eternal fountain Searcher of the heart The spirit that all the world maintains And the poiz'd earth in empty aire susteins Great self-subsisting nature One accent of whose breath hath power To ruine heaven and earth and in an houre To build a thousond more The worlds great Architect That his mansion hath on high Above the reach of mortal eye All living creatures that doth feed And with full hand supply their need That with his miracles doth make Amazed heaven and earth to shake That by his all commanding might Did fill the new-made world with light Gods Eternal beings Awfull powers Immortal essences Heavâ—nly dwellers The blest Celestials The deathlesse powers Heaven imbowred Gods That on immortal thrones reside Heavens tenants that in heavenly Halls Haveblest abodes Ever-being states The heavenly housed powers Skie-thron'd powers Heaven-housed states Deities Immortal Synod of the glorious skie That do the fates eternal courses know And tell of things to come That have the power To trouble or compose all things below their bower The powers that never vary state Immorral guests Which with Ambrosia and Nectar feast Great Berecynthia's deathlesse prâ—geny To Go up and down To keep their pathes To apply their steps To taske their steps to To divide their nimble paces To taske the feet Direct the steps Gold Pretious dirt Fairer dunghill Mechanick trash Jove knew thee when he courted Danaae And Cupid wears thee on that arrowes head That still prevailes On Ida once the Martial maid Venus and Juno did to mortal eyes Naked for thee their sacred bodies show The bait of avarice The glittering oare India's rich bowels Tagus Pactolus sands The misers God The general charme Bright son of Sol much brighter than his father The golden ore That lies on Tagus or Pactolus shore That pure sand The Indians find upon Hydaspes strand The golden apples of the Hesperides The golden fleece The Golden number Golden rule Bills of this metal slackt At'lanta's pace And on the amorous youth bestow'd the race Venus the Nimphs mind measuring by her own Whom the rich spoiles of cities overthrown Had prostrated to Mars could well advise Th' adventurous lover how to gain the prize Nor lesse may Jupiter to gold 〈…〉 For when he turn'd himselfe in 〈…〉 Who can blame Danaaeor the bâ—â—â—en tower That they withstood not th'
their bodies freed Exchanging earth for heaven their vertues meed Shine in that orbe their proper place of rest And live Aehereal lives of heaven possest Minerva v. Pallas Bellonâ— Wars angry Goddesse Joves fierce girle appears With a faire hand but weilding of a spear Joves daughter wiâ—h th' Aeâ—is on her breast That turn'd the Gorgons haire to snakes And then to make her enemies afraid Bore in her shield the serpents which she made Tritonian maid Inventresse of the olive and a verseâ— Bâ—stonian Virago Minotaure The Cretan monster That uncouth prodigie half man half beast The mothers foul adultery discry'd Mâ—nos resolves his marriage shame to hide In multitudes of roomes perplext and blind The worke â—'â—xcelling Daedalus assign'd Which sence distracts and errour leads a maze Through subtle ambages of sundry wayes â—s Phâ—ygian Meander sports about The flowry vales now winding in now out â—self incounters sees what follows guids His streams into his Springs and doubling slides To long mock'd-Seas Pasiphâ—'s beastly Love â—age devouror of th' Athenian youth Whose death was the Seas glory Minutes Times youngest children which divide the day And with their number measure out the year In various seasons Aâ—omes of time Toose bits of time Thrumbs shreds rags of time Miracle v. Admirable Miserable v. Lamentable That tread The mazes of perplexed misery A living Corse Level'd with low disgrac'd calamity A multitude of walking grioâ—s too sad a weight For reason to endure There is not in the compasse of the light A more unhappy creature Affliction is enamour'd on her parts And she is wedded to Calamity The May-game of the fates As if thought by fortune fit onely to be made the Spectacle of miserie Whose heart is nothing but a stage of Tragedies Time seemed to forget her bestowing no one hour of comfort upon her Without any comfort or easement but when the stars breath'd for a greater misery Ripe misery had her harvest in him The triumph of the hatefull destinies Miserable below the reach of pity In a state sâ—nk beneath the fear of a greater misery Thâ— fittest object for that poor comfort of calamity pity Never could any misery more justifie a vehement compassion Enough to have taught sorrow to the gladdest thoughts and have enâ—â—ved it in the minds of hardest mettals Misery enough to justifie excessive sorrow One whom the Fates have markt to be A feeler of th' extreams of miserie A soul bruis'd with adversity Groaning under the sad load of woes Where life hath no more interest but to breath Such misery As might have sprinckled even the gods with tears And make the Stoick leave his Principles Such misery as one would make a conscience to punish patriâ—â—cides with Who cannot look Beyond the prospect of consuming grief Shipwrackt on the sea of his own tears by the wind of his own sighs There is nothing can sooner make a worker of miracles see that there is something impossible for him to do than my ill fortune Whose torments should men see He had no mercy that could wish for me A dayes breath more All the happinesse he hath is the security his bad fortune hath wrought him which lightly cannot be made worse He need not fear that any bad successe Can bring him to more pitied distresse Whose thread is spun Of black and dismall wooll Even beasts had thâ—y but reason for to see And know her grief would mourn her misery Than whom there 's nothing can inferiour be As if high heaven had laid some strict command Upon each star some plague on her to pour whole heaven against us have conspired Or in our troubles they had else been tired The powers have made a vow Up to that height my sorrows to advance That before mine all miseries shall bow That all the sorrows mortals can surmise Shall fall far short of my least miseries Earth which griefs onely animate Misery is witty in our plagues whose misery is grown to such an height As make the earth groan to support its weight Cloath'd in misery The abstract of all misery Whose storms of woe so mainly have beset her She hath no place for worse nor hope for better That tread â— Labyrinth of woe without a thread Whose grief like to Medusa's head makes all That hear it to a flinty substance fall â—â—d work such patience as none repine â—â— any grief except as great as thine Whose misery none can make known â—â— in the depth of his must lose his own Whose comfort is if for him any be That none can show more cause of grief than he Most wretched creature evâ—r eye Beheld or yet put on mortality Clouded with woes fortunes foot-ball tennis ball A pitied subjâ—ct even to enemies Malice could not wish greater misery A Text fittest for grief to comment on Modest Whose Cheeks blush As if modesty it self lay there wiâ—hin a bed of corall Bright beams of beauty streamed from her eye And in her cheek sat maiden modesty A far finer man than he thinks on that confutes his commenders giving reasons to think they are mistaken and is angry if they do not believe him a bawdy jest shall more shame him than a bastard another and if you take him by his look he is guilty Modesty that cumbersome familiar of woman-kind Her motion blusht at it self When dishonesty comes near her ear wonder stops it out and saves vertue the labour Monk v. Anchorite Moon Nights horned Queen The silver-fronted star The Suns pale sister The cold crescent Nights gloomy patronesse The Mistris of the Skies Cynthia darts her borrowed rayes Phoebus dark sister The cold Queen of night Regent of humours The mother of the moneths The lowest Planet Bright Cynthâ—a's Carre Throne The pale fac'd Emperesse of the night That common Calendar Universall Almanack The Queen of stars Titans bright daughter That sits upon the silver Throne And holds the reins of darknesse gloomy Coach Nights gloomy Charioter The Soveraign bâ—â—uty of the night Faint light through duskie clouds sad â—ynthia gave Night wandering and pale watâ—y star Whom yawning Dragons draw in thirling Carres From Latmus Mount up to the gloomie skie Where crown'd with blazing light and Majesty She proudly sits Nights forked Queen Endymions fair mistris The monthly horned Queen The unconstant Lady of the night Which from the wave embatteled shrowds Opening the West comes streaming through the clouds With shining Troops of silver tressed stars Attending on her as her torch bearers And all the lesser lights about her Throne With admiration stand as lookers on Whilst she alone in height of all her pride The Queen of light along her sphear doth glide The pale fac'd Lady of the black-ey'd Night That tips her sharpned horns with borrow'd light The fair directresse of the night the silver Planet The curious train of spangled Nymphs attire Her next nights glory with encreasing fire Each Evening addes more glory and adorns The growing beauty of her grasping horn She sucks and draws her bâ—others golden
in midst of Tanais did lie Padus or Rhodonus he would be drie Worse than any comes From the fel aspects foul infectious gummes Which doth breath â—â—aths secret errand What an hot summer's â—n my bosome That all my bowels crumble up to dust Bid winter come â—d thrust his icie finger in my maw Or let all riveâ—s take their course Though my burnt veins intreat the North To make his bleak wâ—nds kisse my parched lip â—â—d breath me some cold comfort v. Hot. Prayer â—â—ous airs pious orgies pious orisons â—â—ch was Deucailon such was Pyrrha's prayer To Themis drown'd in water and despair To â—ear the trembling hands Then to the stars his hands advancing cryes To throw the eyes to heaven He vows to heaven addrest With eyes and hands to heaven advanc'd he prayes In accents cloath'd with reverence With such a fervent grace as if Devotion had borrowed her body to make of it self a most beautifull representation with her eyes so lifted to the Skies as if they had begun to flie thitherward 〈◊〉 take their place amongst their fellow stars To pay our pious debts to heaven Tâ— pour out the eyes in a petition The Churches banquet angels Godâ— breath in man returning to his birth The soul in paraphrase heart in pilgrimage The Christian plummet sounding heaven and earth Engine against the Almighty sinners tower â—â—versed thunder Christs side-piercing spear Gâ—â—dnesse of the best Heaven in ordinary man well drest The milkie way the bird of paradise Church bells beyond the stars heard the souls blood The land of spices something understood To invade gods ear with welcome importunity Prayse â—welling encomiums elogiums To strew praises in their way â—o exalt unto the stars Prejudice The Jaundies in the eyes of the soul V. Forms of commending Presently Before the air had cool'd his hasty breath Ere the quick motion of the eye Sooner than thought could change its present object Pride The Magistrate of sins That solemn vice of greatnesse That rude vice Of ignorance and pitied greatnesse Primrose The first born issue of the â—eeming spring The eldest children of the spring The springs maidenhead The firstlings of the winter year The first appearing beauties of the Spring The springs first Infants Prison Prisoner The grave of the living the worms that gnaw them their owâ— thoughts house of meager looks and ill smells where to be out aâ— elboows is in fashion and a great indecoâ—um not to be thread bare Where a doublet with buttons is more out of fashion than trun lâ— breeches wearing out their life like an old suit the faster the better it teacheth much wisdome too late and a man had better bâ— a fool than come thither to learn it So cursed a piece of land that the son is ashamed to be his fathers heir in it Banisht at home The dunghill of the Law upon which are thrown the ruines of the Gentâ—y and the nasty heaps of decayed bankrupts The University of poore Schollars wherein three arts are chiefly studied to pray to curse and to write Letters A place where all the inhabitants are close fellows and fast friends sure men and such as you may know where to have them A â—enement which none will take over their heads Old men and young men there are much alike for neither go far Prodigies v. Omens Profound v. Obscure Craving a mind from earth and ignorance refin'd Promercheus That fetâ—ht from heaven the living fire That on the Scythian mountains snowie top Doth th' Eagle with his growing liver feede Jâ—peâ—us bold son that brought from heaven The sparke of life from Phaebus chariot wheele For which on Câ—ucasus he chained lies And with his heart the eagle satisfies Shaper of man Prophecie Prophet His brest Was by a prophecying rage possest And the included God inflam'd his mind To have an entheated breast Enthusiastick Gods interpreter Toucht with adiviner fire Sees long before what others will admire Many years hence Whose words are oracles Whose soul receives a clear and holy light Convey'd by the still visions of the night Heavens familiars Entrusted with heavens secrets Gods sacred heralds Inspired Soules Sacred Bards Proserpina Bright Empresse of th' Elysian sâ—â—des Ceres fair daughter Queen of Erebus The Lady of the infernal ghosts Persephone Tâ—e Stygian goddesse Queen of Phlegethon Pluto's sad wiâ—e The sad fac'd Goddesse Hecate By Dis stollen from the plains of Sâ—cily V. Ovid. Met am lib. 5. Prosperity That lolle on beds of roses Flowing in a golden swim â—ladulgent fortune smiles on him Finding no want of any thing but want Living in fortunes sunshine A prosperous gale â—anns courteous wind upon the swelling sayle V. Happy Fortunate Protesilaus By instinct of fate The first that fell in Greece and Tâ—oy's debate That boldly leapt on the Sygaeum shore Deceiv'd by sly Ulysses who before Appear'd to have trod upon the fatal strand But lighted on his shield first thrown to land Proâ—eus Gray prophet of the sea Tâ—â— juggling sea-god Blew scalie god that in the sea doth range Who now a man a lion now appears Now a fell boar a serpents shape now beaâ—s A bull with threatning horns now seems to â— Now like a stone now like a spreading tree And sometime like a gentle river flows Sometimes like fire averse to water shows Proud v. Ambitious Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in his eyes Misprising what they look on Which as he goes Kicâ—s at the earth with a disdainfull scorn Whose brow is cloath'd with proud disdain Upon whose surly brow state sits in scorn As if he meant to tear from heaven their stars If it be true the giants ere made war against heaven he had been a fit ensign-bearer of that company whose thoughts fly a pitch beyond ambition Looking at himself through a multiplying glasse and the bigger end of the prospective He that rides on a winged horse to tell him of his good parts shall come too late to bring him stale news of what he knew too well before One of tolerable parts but intollerable pâ—ide Pâ—re v. Bright Pure as the brightest beams shoâ— from the sun At his full heighâ— Pyrates That play the parts of tempests in the sea That with the sea contend to try Whether can shew a greater cruelty Sea-vermin Seas water rats That act the part of â—empests in the seas Pythâ—goâ—as The first that called himself Philosopher â—â—mian wiseman That held the transmigration of the soul â— first his Funies five years silence taught V. Ovid. Met. Lib. 5. Q. Quake v. Tremble â—s doth the trembling earth â— Beat by the sea Gods â—rident â— sudden fear unnerves his quaking thighs â— Phaeton when from the arched Skie â— earth at such a distance he did eye â— Europâ— quake when on the back â— the lov'd bull she rode A death resembling cold â—g'd her heart and vitall heat controll'd â—yblis quak'd when her repulse she heard â—â—ees unknitting one another strook â—yrtha entred to her fathers bed â—joynts pale horrour shook
and storms and cloudiness And were his eye balls into bullets turn'd He would in rage have shot them at his face Their eyes sparkling like the beaten flint Like Ajax Telamonius When he on sheep and oxen spent his fury Nor can he buckle his distemperd passion Within the belt of reason Like a tyled house on fire no coming near to quench it Had Narcissus lookt so when he was angry and seen his own face he could never have been in love with himself Fierce anger makes the blood grow hot Even as a fire-brand doth the seething pot And then thy flaming eyes sparkling forth fire Thou sayest and dost so in thy furious ire That mad Orestes dares swear such a fact None but a man stark mad ere durst to act All his flegm is turned into choler If God should have then armed him with thunder in 24. houres there had neither been tent nor pavillion As if all his humours had turnd choller His heart too great too great for his strait bosome grew Transported with his rage Like to the chafed bore whom eager hounds Have at a bay and terrifie with sounds With eyes confessing rage and eye-browes knit Her face as much as rage would suffer fair She stops and shaking her dishevelld hair So boyled Progne when she knew Her sisters rape His eyes blaze blood and fire He frowns with eyes that sparkle fire In whose red eyes two darted flames appeard The curses lighten from his lip So lookt great Agamemnon when he heard Calchas unwelcome prophecy Within his eyes a burning furnace glowes Death and destruction muster in his face Fretting like a piece of gumm'd velvet Who like the roaring of the furious wind Vents out the wild distempers of his mind v. Frown Angels The glorious Hosts of Heaven Nimble postes Immortall beings glorious essences wing'd wartiours Heavens harbengers and swiftest pursivants The sacred Tutors Guardians of the Saints Heavens-nobles courtiers Embassadours flaming powers Lofty exalted unspotted spirits glittering ranks The heavenly warders silver winged Legions That soar above heavens bright star spangled regions Wing'd intelligences winged heraulds watchmen legats Celestiall hierarchies Diviner Mercuries Heavens winged choristers carollers that warble out A silver ditty That spread their golden pinions Quick Postes that with a speedy expedition Fly to accomplish their divine Commission Twixt heaven and earth the true Interpreters Wing'd messengers of heaven radiant sons of light That can bestride the lazy puffing wind And sayle upon the bosome of the Aire fiery essences Answer v. to speak Hee did divide The portalls of his lips and thus replide To shape an answer Answerable Correspondent suting with ecchoing to holding proportion with v. Sandys Ovid. Metam lib. 7. pag. 262. Keeping pace with Ants. Industrious grain supporting crue which by troops haste from their hollow cells To get in harvest graving where they gone Their diligence even in a path of stone The lustiest swarms for their provision range The sick and old wait at their thrifty grange â—'unload the burthens and lay up the store 〈◊〉 their great garner biting yet before â—f every grain lest kept so warm below â—mid the world it after sprout and grow The little pattern of great pain Lugs in her mouth her load of grain the thrifty Ant In plenty hoards for time of want Antiquary That finds all the ruines of wit in the rubbish of old Authours â— man strangely thrifty of time past and hath an unnaturall disease â—o be enamoured of old age and wrinckles and loves all things as â—utchmen do cheese for beeing moldie a broken Statue would almost make him an idolater His estate consists most in shekles and Roman coynes printed books he contemns as a novelty of this â—atâ—er age bur dotes on a manuscript and would give all his wealth for a Book of the old Romane binding or six lines of Tully in his own hand His chamber is commonly hung with strange beasts skins and is a kind of charnell-house of bones extraordinary Rescuing the prey from the teeth of time making an Hue and Cry for Cities that are run away and by certain marks and tokens pursuing to find them If he meet with an old manuscript which hath the mark worn out of its mouth and hath lost the date yet he can tell the age thereof either by the Phrase or Character Apollo v. Phoebus Latona's bright-haird son The laureat God Unshorn deity The Delian God The Lycian Delphian Clarian Leucadian deity The master of the Delphian oracle Sacred Soractâ—'s God The Roseate God President of verse By whose instructive rayes are seen What is what shall be or hath ever been Immortall verse from his invention springs And how to strike the well concording strings With all the use of hearbs The Patron of that Spring Where in calm peace the sacred Virgins sing April v. Spring When first the Spring dissolves the mountain snow And Western winds upon the waters blow When with his golden horn bright Taurus opes The chearfull year Venus blith moneth when temperate breath Gives to the glad field fruitful birth When proud pide April drest in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laughs and leaps with him The summers front When Nightingales do hush the silent night And a wild musick burthens every bough Arabia Natures great shop of spices Where sweet Panachâ—an gums and choice perfumes Of unctious nard which with their spicie smoake Perfume the neighbour aire till it doth choke v. Sweet smelling The greedy sence Where the Sabean vapours as they fly v. Phenix Perfume with sweets the mornings majesty The glowing East Where the rare Phaenix builds her spicy nest And burnes her self making one narrow roome Her urne her nest her cradle and her tombe Arbour v. Shade Shady screene leavie shade leavy coverture A place to shun The scorching fury of the sun Leavy bulwark from the suns invasion Leavy vaile The shelter from the suns offensive rage Shady rampier Where shadowes seem to wooe The lovesick passenger to come and sit And view the beauties Nature stroes on it Arachne To whom Minerva gave a fatal doome For her contending at the skilful loome The Nymphes of Tmolus oft their vines forsook The fleek Pactolian Nymphes their streams to look On her rare works nor more delight in viewing v. Sandys transl Ovid Metam l. 6. The done done with such grace then when a doing The bold Maeonian maid that durst compare With Pallas at the weaving trade Argonautes Those daring Heroes that brought back to Greece The wealthy purchase of the golden fleece Whose glittering Argo sayles amongst the stars Jasons bold mates Argus Ios jealous guard Whose hundred eyes his heads large circuit star'd Whereof at once by turns two only slept The others watcht and still their stations kept Ariadne By whose directing clue Theseus the Cretan monster slue Unhappy bride of perjur'd Theseus Whom Bacchus graced with the Cnossian crown Minos faire daughter
Aristorle v. Learned Atlas of learning Magazin of arts That walking library Great Alexanders Tutors The learned Stagyrite Monarch of sciences That ruled as he thought fit The whole monopoly of wit Soul of philosophy Natures great torch Plate's great scholler Great Register of Natures secrets Armes Delicious armes In whose white circle love writ all his charmes Faire Cynthia wisht his armes might be her sphere Grief makes her pale because she moves not there Sweet fleshy prison Whose sweet embraces might quicken death Whiter than Juno's were sufiduing charmes The ivory prison of her armes Loves swathing bands Happy bondage Cupids shâ—kles Armes Armour Harness habilaments greaves guyses van-brasse pouldron coâ—selet gantlet curasse shield helmet sallet target burganeâ— â—uâ—rions tates Enclosed about With glittering walls of steele Hous'd in steele cas'd box'd in armes coated in mayle Arrow v. Swift The feathered wood outruns the hunting eye And cuts a passage through the yeelding skie Whose sharpned point cleaves the divided aire The bows swift messenger with an angry errand Artificial That net of brasse which Vulcan did bestow About the guilty bed could never show Such art Natures ape Here went beyond her copy in the shape Where art and miracle draw equal breath Others men wonder at but this adore VVhere art it self might go to schoole And all her skill taught hence to this referre Asse That slow dull creature which doth learn far more By punishments than precepts That beast which old Silenus doth bestride VVhen he amongst his Nimphs and Satyrs rides Assent VVith glad alowance gave his counsel eare To give a yeelding obedient eare Astonisht v. Amazed VVhose soul is gone upon some serious etrand And left the corps in pawn till it come back Amated stupified To stand like stags at gaze Stand as with ghosts affrighted The understandings extasie Intranced soul Astraea VVhich when the other goddesses were gone Remained in the hated earth alone The glittering Virgin of the Zodiack Just Virgin goddesse That bears the equal sword Astronomer Register of heaven privie counsellour to the planets A breathing almanack The heavens notary Star-cleark Star-divine That walks along the lofty stars And backs the clouds sitting on Atlas crown That stars prophtick language understand That know aright The Gods and all the orbes to whom for fight Of planets and the motions of each star Not great Egyptian Memphis might compare That wisely studious are To trace the motions of each star How swift they travel and how far That with their Jacobs staffe can walk to heaven VVhose eyes dismount the highest spheare That bores And threads the sphears with his quick piercing mind He views their stations walks from doore to doore Surveyes as if he had design'd To make a purchase there he sees their dances Their full-eyed aspects and their secret glances That search the courses of the rolling spheares That audit of the stars have made Have measured heaven conceived how earths thick shade Eclypst the silver browes of Cynthia bright And her browne shadow quencht her brothers light The true Endymions that embrace above Upon mount Latmos their imperial love Great Queen of heaven about whose bed for guard Millions of archers with gold shields do ward True Atlasses the pillars of the poles Empyreal pallace that send Their spies to see what 's done in every spheare Keeping their state intelligences there The hungry star-fed tribe well skil'd in heavens Physiognomy Talmud Albumazer and Erra Pater That know the heavens as if they had been there And helpt each Angel turn about his spheare The earthly Godfathers of heavenly lights And give a name to every fixed star That to the heavens direct their curious eyes And send their minds to walke the sparious skies That walk by Cynthia 's light and lift their eyes To view the ordered armies of the skies The heavens they measure with imagin'd lines And when the Northern Hemispheare declines New constellations in the south they find Asswage To calme still quiet sing asleepe to lullaby slake coole compose to give allay pacifie Atheist v. Wicked That knowes no God more mighty than his mischiefes Whose wickednesse is grown to such an height As makes the earth groane to support its weight That pursue Deeds after which no mischief can be new To whom murthers are but resolute acts and treasons matters of greater consequence Doing such things as might the Devil shame Which if in hell no other pains there were Makes men fear hell because they must be there Replenisht villain Abstract of all vice Stigian quintessence for whose sinful sake Schoolemen new tenements in hell must make Whom neither law Of God or man can keepe in aw Fearing that God he flouts at and dreading that deity which he denies Athens The city nam'd by Pallas Minerva's sacred city The learned noursery of Greece Mopsopian Gecropian University Erecthaean towers Pallas beloved city Atlas Whose brawny shoulders boulster up the stars Where Titans panting steeds his chariot steepe And bathe their fiery feâ—locks in the deepe Knocking his browes against heavens brazen doore Whose lofty pillars tack Heaven to the earth Which shrouds His airy head in hanging clouds He that the noble burthen bears And on his back supports the sphears Attend. Attentive To hear with such attention As if they heard the inquired oracle Pronouncing of thair fare As if the words they heare Were not received but grafted in the eare And with a greedy eare Devoured up his discourse To hear with sucking ears Eare was al their sence To drink with thirsty ears The soul climbes up into the eare With double ravishment She hung uppon his melting lips attent With greedy ear she hung Upon his words dropt from his melting tongue With due attention lent a chained eare The soul dwelt in the ears A melting eare Prepared for soft attention To tye chain linke lock the eares unto the tongue Still silence did enlarge the eare For quick attention The soul is planted in the ear Every sense made hast to be all ear The greedy ear clings to the speakers lips Avarice v. Covetousness Augurs That lightnings motions understand Birds flight and entrals op't Who divine by sight Of slain beasts entrals and the various flight Of birds Aurora v. Morning The blushing goddesse which doth sway The dewie confines of the night and day Who fâ—om the glowing East displaies Her purple doores and odoriferous bed VVith plenty of dew-dropping roses spread VVhich as she in her lightsome chariot rides Scatters the light from off her saff on wheeles Aged Tithonus beaureous wife Memnons fair mother The Muse patronesse Autumn Pomona loads her lap with delicates Winter begins to chide away the flowers Smeard with crusht Lyaeus blood The sober mean twixt youth and age more staid And temperate in summers wain repaires His reverent temples sprinckled with gray haires The evening of the year when the thresht sheaâ—e Looseth its grain and every tree its leaf When birds do cease their notes And stately forrests â—'on their
yellow coates When Ceres golden locks are nearly shorne And mellow fruit from burdned trees are torne VVhen little lads sit on a bank to shale Their ripned nuts pluckt in the woody vale That pales the red blush of the summers face Tearing the leaves the summers covering Three moneths in weaving by the curious spring The laden boughes VVith swelling pride crown Autumnes smiling browes The year in childbed The teeming year big with her rich increase Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime Like widowed wombes after their Lords decease VVhen yellow leaves or none or few do hang Upon those boughs that shake against the cold The twilight of the yeare Vertumnus sits and courts his lov'd Pomona The cold Autumnal dewes are seene To cobweb every greene The saplesse branches do'ffe their summer suits And wean their winter fruits VVhen stormy blasts enforce the quaking trees To wrap their trembling limbes in mossie freeze Fair summers pride begins to fade away And night â—'encroach upon the houres of day The time of declination and decay The flailes upon the floore begins to groane Autumne uprears his aged head VVith timely apples chaind The Lyons flaming main Ripens the fruit and the full year susteins Her burthened powers The Autumne with fair Ceres crownd Now paid the sweaty plowmans greediest prayer And by the fall disrob'd the gaudy ground Of all her summer ornaments and faire attire VVhen droope the sweetest flowers And rivers swoll'n with pride oreflow their banks Poore growes the day of summers golden houres And voyd of sap stand Ida's Cedar ranks The pleasant meadowes sadly lay In chill and cooling sweats By rising fountains or as they Feard winters wastful threats The clustered grapes swell till their skin Can scarce contein the wine barrelled within The year is in her pride And the grape full with wine purples her side VVhen the clear aire keeps a divided seat Affording sometimes cold and sometimes hear VVhen an unseen decay And slow consumption steals the leaves away VVhen every wind in fury beats his stroke Against the ribs of the broad spreading oake Awake VVith silken wings soft sleep flew from his eyes Light doth divorce the low and upper lids The eyes resume their charge The wakened sences had unlockt the eyes VViping the drowsie slumbers from his eyes B. â—abe v. Infant Bacchus THe juycie God The God of grapes Nysaeus Bacchus Lyaeus Bromius Even great Jacchus Vide Sands Ovids Met. lib. 3. page 107. The twice born God Father Eloleus Thyon never shorne Lenaeus planter of life-chearing vines Nyctelius The God that holds in aw The spotted lynxes which his chariot draw The leavy God of Naxus The dimpled son Of Semele that crownd upon his tun Sits with his grapie chaplets VVhose chariot is by savage Tygeâ—s drawn The genial planter of the vine The fire-born God Bacchanals v. Orgies Bald. That bears a bowling alley on his head Bald as a gourd not an hair betwixt him and heaven Whose head doth want its native ornament Unshadowed heads an unthatcht head v. Haire Whose head is bare Wearing or none or else some borrowed haire Bald as old time behind In the winter of his age when his leaves fall Bankes The rivers hem lips ledges shelves brewards The margents of the rolling brook The winding borders The mossie fringes of the flood The rivers grassie fringed skirâ—s Shelving borders The Chrystal currents flowry brinks The embroydered margins of the flood The painted margins of the silver brook Where thousand yellow flowers at fishes look That Flora us'd to sit upon Curling her fair locks in the liquid glasse When she her gems and rich attire put on Whose trees fringe round the waters brink And with their thirsty roots her moysture dâ—ink Banners Streamers ancients ensignes flags pennons The curled flags dance in the waving 〈◊〉 And with their crispy streamings heaâ—â—en on To the approaching fight Banquet v. Feast Baptism The sacred fount The holy â—aâ—er Soul-purging water The healthful stream Heavenly dew Base v. Voluptuous Wicked One of strange and ill contrived desires One of a narrow yet intemperate mind A son of earth enthralled to the sence Lethargick Slumbering soules Lanke souls that in no other thing delight But what may please the sensual appetite Who all things in the earth amends By being worse tha◠〈◊〉 Bastard The wretched pledges of the wanton bed The lucklesse issue of dishonest woâ—bes The upbraiding burthen of a shameless crime Where lust Impostumes for a birth of bastardie Heâ—vens Image coyn'd with a forbidden stamp That comes saucily into the world before he is sent for The lusty stealth of nature The common issue of the earth by channel Accursed issue of unlawful sheets Though unable to speak yet at his birth Tells a plain story to his mothers shame Bat. v. Evening The mungril bird The winged neuter The leather-winged mouse that never flies Till the reâ—e evening curtain up the Skiâ—s Bath Like to a Lilly sunk into a glass Like soft loose Venus as they paint the lass Born in the Seas Or like an Ivory image of a grace Neatly inclosed in a thin Chrystal case The water beaâ— by her hands made lines in his face and seemed to smile at such beating and with twenty bubbles not to be content to have the picture of her face in large upon him but he would in each of these bubbles set forth her miniature Battell v. Warre Beard A well-thatcht-face that hairy argument of age Naâ—ures manly bounty Uneffeminated chinne Mans prerogative Beasts The stubborn droves That haunt the deserts and the shady groves The wild Burgesses of the Forrests Forrest Citizens Fierce walkers of the Wilderness Wild Forresters Beauâ—ie The eyes Idol a damask skin Loves common stratagem Natures Epistle Natures best Orthography Natures silent Rherorick dumb commendation Natures Italian hand Loves dumb Orator Loves lure call day-net bait Loves artillery Better colourd dirt The eyes Musick Natures Idea The light Which ages cloud 〈◊〉 soon benight The Fort which cannot long hold out The battery of time The load-stone of desire Chief object of delighted sence Pseasing tyranny May-game of time and sickness Youths proud livery Freedomes golden-hook The Rose mixt Lilly Loves Engineer Factour Captivating look The bait of bestial delight The work of pleased nature Sweet silent Rhetorick of perswading eyes Dumb Eloquence of the face Attractive load-stone Still harmony whose diapason lies Within a face The priviledge of Nature Dumb comment Beautifull Fairer than the morn Natures proud Master-peece Whom all grow rivals for A thousand Cupids shoots she from her eyes Fair as the dawning morn The Mine the Magizin the Common-wealth of Beanty The first and best original Of all fair copies Whose radiant look striks every gazing eye Stark blind and keeps th' amaz'd beholder under The stupid tyranny of love and wonder Whose eyes let out more light than they take in Whose rich beauty lent Mintage to other beauties for they went But for so much as they were like to
flies The shooting stars that glide With bloody-beams The bristled stars â—n flaming letters writ sad destinie The dismal star That threats the world with famine plague or waâ— The Star that wears a beard of flame The Autumnal ruddy streaming Sâ—ar Presageing famine pestilence and war â—mporting change of Times and Sâ—ates Brandish their Câ—rystal tresses in the skie Heavens dreadful heralds whose shag'd portent Foretels the coming of some dire event Torch-bearers to a royal funeral Il-boding lights Those blazing stars that show A Princes death or fatal overthrow Of prosperous States The faâ—al ushers of calamitie The flaming Heralds Harbenger of vengeance To Compass Impale ingirt environ encircle girdle surround swathe swaddle â—all about hemme in inlinke sphear hoop garter A Compass Circumference circle incirelet surrounding verge boundry â—phear orb round model cope circuit inclosure Confused As the first Choas ere division wrought An harmony and to proportion brought The seeds of discord undistinguisht Conquer v. Victory Triumph Who wears the Laurel planted on his brow Who with his conquests cloyed the jaws of death Sing Pances and thy brows with Laurel bind A full and perfect conquest was obtaind That for the sword no further work remaind On the glittering â—rest I see The glorious garland of the conquest born While feather-â—ooted fame before us flies Upon the golden wings of honour born Whom victory convoyes Crownd with the Garland of her golden hair On whose glittering crest The glorius garland of the conquest rests Bright conquest shines upon his sword Conscience The souls pulse eternal larum ever-barking-dog The black-book the hateful register The terrour of the astonisht soul The tempest of the mind That well-kept Register wherein is writ All ill men do all goodness they omit His pallid fears his sorrows his affrightings His late wisht had I wists remorseful bitings The witness executioner and Judge Justice bed-chamber The King of Heavens Atturney General Consider To look on a thing with a serious eye With instructed judging eyes to view To take a narrow view Constant Whom neither fear nor favour can Wrest from his thoughts and make him less a man Whom neither force nor fawning can Unpin or wrench from giving all their due Whose honesty is not So loose or easie that a ruffling wind Can blow away or glittering look it blind Who rides his sure and even trot While the world now rides by now lags behind Whom nothing can procure When the wide world runs bias from his will To writh his limbs and shake A man of firm resolves firm as the center Unmoved as the poles Bold hands as some might hope to force The rowling light of Heavens as change her course Consume Languish waste melt thaw decay That with a slow infection melts away Like ice before the Suns uncertain ray Corn. Ceres goldy loâ—ks treasure The pride of Ceres plain The Plowmans hope and long expected gain Covetous A mole A son of earth that digs his mothers entrals To turn up treasure A rich beggar troubled with Midas itch A sucking spunge one that sits brooding ore his bags Theefe to himself A dung-hil wretch muck-worm Grown poore by getting riches his own torture A rust unto himself as to his gold That spider-like doth spin a web of gold Out of his own bowels-only knows the care And another the use of gold scraping dust-worm That starves at feasts and in the Rivers thirsts Whose wretched mind bends to no point but this That who have most of wealth have most of bliss Volopone's Armed with hooking tentors and clad in birdâ—ime That scrape like dung-hil Cocks in dirt and mire To find the gemme they know not how to use Golds dropsied Erâ—sycthous Like Dypsa's thirst Is never satisfied unless it burst Ever hungry till he surfets Wealths horse-leaches that ever crave So much the more the more they have Whose droyling hands thinks nothing can supply The greedy wants of his insatiat eye Nought can fill Th' unfathom'd gulf of his insatiate will The picture of miserable happiness and rich beggery Such an one as an enemy could not wish him worse than to be himself doing any thing to get that which he is determined when it is gotten never to use Rich fools whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow And damning their own selves to Tantals smart Wealth breeding want more wretched grow A chiverel conscience that will stretch to hold more Base stooping soules that grovel on the earth That think heaven for gold an easie morgage One that could love God well if there were an L. more in hâ—â— name One that hath coffiâ—'d up his soul in his chest before his body whom upon any payments wrested from him the charges of â— rope merely keeps from hanging himself Like a dog in a wheel toyles to roast meat for others eating freezing before the fire whilest he fears to be burnt if he come nearer it That could be content to have both his eyes pluckâ— out so he might have gold put in the holes Court The place of glorious troubles empty fallacies Fals delights the shine of kings envies hatching place Where rules of State and Ceremonies are Observ'd so seriously that I must dance And act ore all the complements of France And Spain and Italy before I can Be taken for a well-bred English-man Vpstart Courtier v. Fantastick The silken youths of Court great Atlas of the State That an high sayl of honour bear Using the fine Rhetorick of clothes To win esteem serious glorious fools Court ear-wigs wrigling to the ear of greatness Gaudy nothings That can speak a tedious piece of nothing Vary his face as Sea-men do their Compass Made of nothing but antick clothes and cringes Signes of men court bubbles Gaudy glow-worms carrying seeming fire Fine clothes with a bad lining Barrels of others wit His word like a phantastical banquet just so many Strange dishes A child of fancy Pedlars of wit That speak taffatie phâ—ases Mushrom gentlemen That shoot up in a night to place and worship The glittering Couâ—tier that in tissue stalks That wear a Pedlars shop about them Like the Cynnamon-tree-bark more worth than the body Like the Bird of Paradise feathers more worâ—h than the flesh Living under the tyranny of Ceremonies Perfumed silk-worms Inferiour orbes directed by the motion of higher sphears Living by the reflâ—ction of higher substances Can better exchange a piece of gold than of reason Such a man as his taylor pleaseth to shape him Putting much of his judgment away about the situation of his cloaths There is a confederacy between him and his clothes betwixt them to make up a puppy Proud of the ratling of his silks clothes being the remembrances of lost innocency like a mad man that laughs at the ratling of his â—etters Coward v. Brâ—gadochio A son of fear whose blood is whey A full bubble a valiant vanity That in high tearms can swear down fortresses And spoil the enemy before he sees him
her misdeeds That daâ—k shadow ever waiting on shining vertue That banquets in anothers miseries Epicure v. Glutton Voluptuous That â—ect which acknowledge no greater evill than pain nor hâ—gher blâ—sse than pleasure An easie soul made tender with delight Which thinks that he hath forfeited that houre That adds not to his pleasure or his power Epitaph In deathlesse verse Bestowing same on noble sepulchers The lying postscript of a perjur'd stone The sad elogium of a speaking stone Epithalaminm The Nuptial song Hymenaean verse Thou that dwell'st on Helicon That to men dost virgins hale With sweet flowred Margerum With a smiling look appear Let this day with pleasure spring Nimbly dance the flaming pine VVith good auguries come wed Like a myâ—tle ever green VVhere the Nymphs their sports pursue Come O with a willing mind Sunk in Thespian rocks where chill To the Bridegroome call the Bride As when closely creeping vines Chastest virgins you who may Make the aire with Hymen ring Fairest souls that shine more bright Than your nuptial tapers light And with deeper piercing dart Beams af love into the heart Modest Hymen dare not here At your sacred rites appear Blushing that his paler light Is by you eclips'd to night And your power far above All that presidents of love He his saffron robes neglects And his garlands disaffects All his tapers all his flowers All his fillets all his powers All the pleasures all the sweets That attend the geniâ—l sheets All his chains and loving bands He resignes into your hands Mâ—y soft joyes now you are wed Be the curtains for your bed May faire honour and delight Câ—own your day and blesse your night May your oft repeated kisses Bring with them as many blisses And the warm embrace of love Be soft as Downe on Venus Dove May the pleasures of your bed Pass the hairs upon your head And your joies out-vie the sand O thou faiâ— Uranias son Hymen O thy brows impale Take thy Safferon vail and come Yellow stocks of woollen weare Shrill Epithalamiums sing Shake in that fair hand of thine Those two to an happie bed On the shore of Cyprus seen Fostering it with Rosie dew Leave the Aonion Caves behind Aganippe's waters drill In Affections fetters tyde Claspes the Oake in amorous twines Taste the like another day Hymen Hymenaeus sing What 's that we see from far the spring of day Bloomd from the East or fair enameld May Blown out of April or some new Star filled with glorie to our view Reaching at heaven To adde a nobler Planet to the seven Say or do we not descrie Some Goddess in a Cloud of Tiffany To move or rather the Emerging Venus from the sea 'T is she 't is she or else some more divine Enlightned substance see how from the shrine Of holy Saints she paceth on Throwing about Vermillion And Amber spice â—ing the chaste Aire with fumes of Paradise Then come on come on and yield A savour like unto the field When the bedabled morn Washeth the ears of corn Lead on fair pair of Nymphes the whilest her eyes Guiltie of somewhat guild the straw-berries And cherries in her cheâ—ks ther 's cream Already spilt her rayes must gâ—eam Gently thereon And so create lust and temptation To surphet and hunger Help on her pace and though she lag yet stir Her homeward well she knows There is her heart where ere she goes See where she coms and smels how all the street Breaths Vâ—neyards and Pomgranates oh how sweet As a fir'd Altar is each one Breathing pounded Cynnamon The Phoenix nest Built up of odours burneth in her brest Who would not there consume His soul to cyndars in that rich perfume The while He burns to embers in the pile Hymen O Hymen tread the sacred ground Show thy white feet and head with marioram crownâ— Mount up thy flames and let thy torch Display the Bridegroom in the porch In his desires Towring more more disparkliâ—g than the fires Shew her how his eyes do burn And roul about and in their motion turn Their balls to ash heaps hast Or else to nothing he will wast Glide through the banks of virgins then and pass The showres of Roses luckie four-leav'd grass The whiles the clouds of younglings sing And drown you with a flowry spring Whilest some repeat Your praise and bless you covering you with wheat Whilest others do divine Blest be the Bride on which the Sun doth shine And thousands gladly wish You multiply as doth a fish Why theâ— on forward fair aspitious Bride And come upon the Bâ—idegroom like a tide Bearing down time before you hie Swell more and loose your selves imply Like streams which flow Encurld together and no difference show In their moâ—t silver â—un Into your selves like wooll together spun Or blend so as the sight Of two makes one Hermophradite Welcome at last unto the threshold Time Thron'd in a saffâ—on evening seems to chime All in kiss and so enter if A prayer must be said be brief The easie gods â—or such contempts have onely myrtle â—ods To stroak not strike fear you No more wild Nymphs than they would have you do But dread you more offend In that you do begin than end And now you are enterd see the codled cook Runs from his torâ—id zone to pâ—y and look And bless his dainty mistress see Now th' aged whisper this is she Who now must sway Us peace shield her she 's pretty yea and nay And the smiâ—k butler thinks it Sin in his wappery not t' express his wit Each striving to devise Some ginne to take her eyes Now if we must for Ceremony sake Bless a sack posset luck go with it take The night charm quickly you have spels And Magick for to end and hells To pass but such And with such torture as no God would grutâ—h To live there and for ever frie Yea and consume and grow again to die And live and in that case Love the damnation of the place To bed to bed sweet Turtles now and write This the long day and that the shortest night And yet though short for you for me I count this night as long as three Lying alone Estrige That drops her egs upon the naked land And wraps them in a bed of hatching sand Exposed to the wandering traveller And feet of beasts which those wild deserts tear Eternitie The soft down of Eternitie Unfathom'd circle Endless duration The boundless Ocean of conceit That great uncenterd vast circumference That knows no limits unconfined by time From all Eternitie Ere by the sphears times motions were created Ere the astonisht spring Heard in the Aire the feathered people sing Ere time had motion or the Sun obtaind His Province ore the day Ere the worlds great Creator did From the dark formless Chaos light divide Sâ—ablish eternal lawes to which he tide His creatures and himself and did divide The worlds set ages by unchanged fate When fea and earth and heaven was yet
boy The button on fortunes cap. I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fates Happy enough to pity Caesar As if both heaven and earth should undertake To extract the best from all mankind to make One perfect happy man He takes it for an injury If fortune chance to come behind his wish Nor doth wide heaven that secret blessing know To give that she on him doth not bestow Blind fortune is his slave and all her store The lesse he seeks her followes him the more Born under joyful destinies and smiling stars Like to the stately swan Rididing on streams of Blisse more rich array'd With earths delight than thoughts could put in ure To glut the senses of an Epicure Tired with the surfet of delight More fortunate than he To whom both Indies tributary be To move as a star in the orb of happinesse Moving in a Labyrinnth of delight Which have More happinesse than modesty could crave Fortunes great pledge to whom Faâ—e ever ow'd so much Environ'd with delights Commanding Fortune The favourite of heaven In favour with the stars Fortunes darling Minion Swimming bathing in felicity One that knows not so much as the name of misery To whose nativity the Fates doow A swelling glory For whom A glorious thread they spin such as their Loom Is proud to see An happinesse worthy the envy of the gods Happinesse courts him in her best array To whom all blessednesse in nature is a servant Child of indulgent fortune As if Fortune had got eyes onely to cherish him As happy as Metellus As Polycrates Thy tents shall flourish in the joyes of peace The wealth and honour of thy house encrease Thy children and their offspring shall abound Like blades of grass that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of dayes like weighty shocks of corn In season reap'd shall to thy grave be born The fight of him doth strike the envious blind As the mounted Sun Breaks through the clouds and throws his golden rays A out the world so his increasing dayes Succeed in glory Fountain v. Springs Foul. v. Deformed Free Free as the air Free as the mountain wind My soul enjoyes an unrestrained freedome With all th' indulgence of fair liberty My thoughts disclaim all right and interest Any can challenge in me Unshâ—ckled souls Unengaged thoughts Friends A pair of friends or rather one call'd two Our but divided selves Diapason of vows and wishes A mind in two divided but not partâ—d A double body and yet single hearted Pylades soul and mad Orestes was In these if we believe Pythagoras That partake of one anothers good and evill with so lively a reflexion that there needs but one blow to make two wounds Oâ—r second selves Our other selves Achilles Patroclus Hercules Hylas Joâ—athan David Titus Gesippus Theseuâ— Perithous Pilades Oâ—estes Damon Pithias Nisus Eurialâ—s Wrapt and woven into all trusts and counsels Nor the silvet doves that flie Yoak'd in Cytherea's Car Nor the wings that lift so high And convoy her sun so far And so lovely sweet and fair Or do more innoble love And so choicely match'd a pair Or with more consent do move Frost Keen frosts have chained up the deep The streams are bound with ribs of ice The floods in icie fetters bound Crusted earth Every honey-headed twig Wears his snowie Periwig And every bough his snowy beard Waters have bound themselves and cannot run Suffering what Xerxes fetters would have done The fish are froze as they swim in the wave The wine is frozen in the cup. The Countrey swain O'r the stiffe waves doth drive his loaded Wain The frozen wine hoth keep the vesselâ— shape A shell of ice doth glaze the Rivers o'r And had Leander such a shore descry'd Then in that narrow sea he had not dy'd The Frost doth cast an icie cream Upon the lakes and Chrystall stream Shew me those flames you brag on you that be Arm'd with those fires wine and Poetrie You are now benumm'd spight of your god and verse And do your Metaphors for prayers rehearse Whilst you that call snow fleece and feâ—thers do Wish for true fleeces and true feathers too Our rivers are one Chrystall shores are fit Mirrours not being now like glasse but it Our ships stand all as planted we may sweaâ— They are not onely born up but grow there While waters they are pavements firm as stone And without faith are each day walk'd upon What parables cal'd folly heretofore Was now discreet to build upon the shore There 's not one dines amongst us with washt hands Water is scarce here as in Africk sands And we expect it not but from some god Opening a fountain by some Prophets rod Who needs not seek out where he should unlock A streâ—m what e'r he struck would be true rock When as heaven drops some smaller drops our sense Of grief 's encreas'd being but deluded thence For whilst we think those drops to entertain They fall down pearls which came down half way rain Green Lands removall now the poor man fears Seeing all water frozen but his tears We suffer day continuall and the snow Doth make a little night become noon now We hear of some inchrystall'd such as have That which procuâ—'d their death become their grave Bodies that destitute of soul yet stood dead and fell not drown'd yet without a Flood Nay we who breath still are almost as they And onely may be call'd a softer clay We stand like Statues as if cast and fit For life not having bâ—t expâ—cting it Each man 's become the Stoicks wise man hence For can you look for passion where's no sense Which we have nor resolv'd to our first stone Unlesse it be one sense to feel w' have none Our very Smiths now work not â—y what 's more Our Dutch men write but five hours and give o'â— We dare provoke faith now we know what 't is To feel cold death onely by suffering this All fires are Vestal now and we as they Do in our Chimnies keep a lasting day Boasting within doores our domestick Sun Adoring it with our Religion We laugh at Fire-briefs now although they be Commended to us by his Majesty And 't is not treason for we cannot guesse That we should pay them for their happinesse Each hand would be a Scevola's let Rome Call that a pleasure hence forth not a doom A Feaver is become a wish we siâ— And think faln angels have a benefit Nor can the thoughts be impious when we see Weather that Booker durst not prophesie Weather may give new Epocha'â— and make Another Since in his bold Almanack Weather may save his doom and by hy his foe Be thought enough for him to undergoe We now think Alabaster true and look A sudden trump should antedate his book For whilst we suffer this we ought not fear The world cannot survive to a fourth year For sure we may conclude weak nature old And
Almighty shower Never till then did Love make Jove put on A forme more bright and noble than his own Golden age The age of better mettal Strife only raign'd for all strove to be good Rivers ran with streams of milk Honey-dropped from the trees The earth unto the husbandman Gave her voluntary sees When no freezing cold beguile The eternal flowry spring And thâ— heavens a constant smile Darted upon every thing When no ship had brought from farre Neither ill sought ware nor war Pale conscience started not at ugly sinne When good old Saturn's peacefel throne Was unusurped by his beardlesse son When jealous Ops nere fear'd the abuse Of her chast bed or breach of nuptial truce When just Ast aea poys'd her scales in mortal hearts Saturnes reigne when as the homely cave A narrow dwelling to the people gaâ— A litle hearth small fire when beasts and men Slept in the shadow of one common den The hearb gave wholsome seeds at first And the clear fountain quencht their thirst Beneath the shadow of the pine Men slept then in the Ocean brine No keele was washt no unknown guest On any forraigne coasts did rest No blood was shed through bitter hate No armes took up to pluck on fate For what should hostile fury do Or stir up mad mens spirits unto Saturnes reign When as the earth unmeted did remain And no long journey 's known the sea not cut By any crooked sterne as ye◠〈…〉 To such new but thens and 〈◊〉 â—â—dering wind To play withal no limber say 〈◊〉 could find Nor did the erring mariner so 〈◊〉 Travel or yet find out the constant star By which to steer nor as they now do roame from remote places to bring traffique home The servile yoke did not the bull disturbe The unbackt Jennet knew no bit or curbe The dwelling house no dore had but stood ope Nor was the stone prefixt that bounds the scope Of common fields the bollow oake the hive That yeilded honey neither did they drive Their cattel home but with their udders swelâ—'d They flockt unto the milk-paile uncompell'd No wrath no war no armies to invade For no smith then knew how to cast a blade In the worlds young dayes Nation ' gainst nation did no forces raise T invade each other no man then for gain Daâ—'d in a thin rib'd bark to crosse the main No craft was knowne no fraud then understood The udders of their cattel lent them food The fleece their garments only to defend From wind and weather for no other end Was clothing made pride was a monster then Unheard unthought one fashion was to men Women another for no change they knew One garbe they kept and studied nothing new None idle was but liv'd by his own sweat â—he brook their drink the herbe and root their meat â—he industrious oxe safe wanders up and down â—ares and bright felicity do crown And seede the land through seas by Neptune tam'd No sailors fly faith feareth to be blam'd No chast house with adultery defil'd Câ—stome and law had spotted sin exil'd Each man about his own hills shut up day And 'bout the widow elmes doth vines display And frolick in free earouses When every thought a seed did bring And every look a plant did bring And every breath a flower Then earth unplough'd did yeild her crop Pâ—e honey from the oake did drop The fountains did run milke The thistle did the lilly bear And every bramble roses wear And every worm made silke The very shrub did balsome sweat And nectar melt the rock with heat And earth did drink her fill That she no harmful weed did kow Nor barren ferne nor mandrake low Nor mineral to kil The male and female us'd to joynt And into all delight did coyne That pure simplicity Then feature did to forme advance And youth call'd beauty forth to dance And every grace was by It was a time of no distrust So much of love had nought of lust None fear'd a jealous eye The language melted in the ear Yet all without a blush might hear They liv'd with open vow Each touch and kisse was so well plac't They were as sweet as they were chast The goates their swelling udders home did bear The droves did then no shaggie lyons fear No herbes did with deceitful poison flow And sweet Amomum every where did grow Ripe grapes did dangle from the briars tops Hard oakes sweet hony formed in dewie drops The pine did then no use of trade retaine Each country bred all fruit the earth disdaind The harrows weight and vines the sickles stroke Strong ploughmen let their bulls go free from yokes Wooll learn'd not to dissemble colours strange But rams their fleeces then in pastures chang'd To pleasing purple or to saffron die And lambes turne ruddie as they feeding lie The golden time which uncompell'd And without rule in faith and truth excell'd As then there was nor punishment nor fear Nor threatning lawes in brasse preseribed were Nor suppliant crouching prisoners stoopt to see Their angry judge but all was safe and free To visit other worlds no wounded pine Did yet from hills to faithlesse seas decline Then unambitious mortals knew no more But their own countries natur-bounded shore Nor swords nor armes were yet no trenches round Beseiged townes nor strifefull trumpets sound The souldier of no vse in firme content And harmeless ease their happy dayes were spent The yet free earth did of her owne accord Untorn with ploughes all sorts of fruits afford Content with natures unenforced food They gather wildings straw buries of the wood Sower cornells what upon the bramble growes And Acorns which Joves spreading oak bestowes 'T was alwaies spring warm Zephyr sweetly blew On smiling flowers which without setting grew Forth with the earth corn unmanured bears And every tree renewes her golden ears With milk and nectar were the rivers fili'd And honey from green holly-oaks distili'd When froth-born Venus and her brâ—t With all that furious brood young Jove begar In horrid shapes were yet unknown Those Haleyon daies those golden daies are gone There was no clyent then to wait The leisure of a long-tail'd Advocate The Talion law was in request And Chancery courts were kept in every breast Abused statutes had no tenters And men could deal secure without indenters There was no peeping hole to clear The wittols eye from his incarnate fear There were no lustful cinders then To broyl the caâ—bonadoed hearts of men The rosie cheek did then proclaime A shame of guilt but not a guilt of shame There was no whining soul to start At Cupids twang or curse his flaming dart The boy had then but callow wings And fell Erynnis scorpions had no stings The better acted world did move Upon the fixed poles of truth and love Love essenc'd in the hearts of men Then reason rul'd there was no passion then Till lust and rage began to enter Love the circumference was and love the center Untill the wanton
bosome spâ—ings The people that in shoals do swim Walls windowâ— ooft â—owers steeples all were set With severall eyes that in this object met Children uncapable to all mens thinking Were dâ—unk with joy as others were with drinking And stâ—ikâ—s the heavens with sound of trembling bells The Vocal Gâ—ddesse leaving dâ—sart woods Slâ—des down the Dales and dancing on the floods Observes our woods and wiâ—h repeating noise Contends to double our abundant joyes Mirth digs her pits in every cheâ—k To bury grief and sorrow Casheer all care and chear the foolish soul To joyn To marâ—y glue paste wed wedge â—iveâ— yoke manacle fetter shackcle sodder cement knit tie Iris v. Rainbow Heavens Embassadresse the thousand coloured dame She that paints the clouds Golden wing'd Thaumantia The goddesse with the painted bow The painted mother of the showers Juno 's embassad resse Judas The damned Iscariot He that betray'd his master with a kisse And miss'd of heaven even at the gates of blisse Judge Grim pronouncers of the Law Living Law Sâ—rict conservers of the Laws Grave Stewards and dispensors of the Laws That sit on bright Astraea's sacred Throne That speaks nothing but chains and shackles Whose stubble beard doth grate poor prisoners eyes Whose stern faces look Worse than the Prisoner that 's deni'd his book Or Pilate painted like a scalded Cook Day of Judgement The worlds combustion The generall Bonefire The grand Sessions Natures Funerall The worlds sad hour Dooms-day When souls shall wear their new array When the words masse shall shrink in purging flame The last dayes summons when earths Tâ—ophies lie Ascattered heap and time it self shall die When the Sun shall From the blind heavens like a dead cinder fall And all the elements intend their strife To ruine what they fram'd When desperate time lies gasping When thunder summons from eternal sleep Th' imprison'd ghosts and spreads â—'th frighted deep A veil of darknesse When the knot of nature is dissolved And the worlds ages in one hour involved In their old Châ—os seas with skies shall joyn And stars with stars confounded lose their shine The â—arth no longer shall extend her shore To keep the Ocean ouâ— the Moon no more Follow the sun but scorning her old way Crosse him and claim the guiding of the day The falling worlds now jarring frame no peacâ— No league shall hold great things themselves oppresse When earth and seas to flâ—mes are turn'd And all the world with one sad fire is burn'd The utmost date of time When rocks and all things shâ—ll disband The great and universal doome When Christ shall in a throne of clouds descend To judge the earth With rusty maske the heavens shall hide their face The aged world dissolved by the last And fatal houre shall to old Chaos hast Stars justling stars shall in the deep confound Their radiant fires the land shall give no bound To swallowing seas the moon shall crosse the sun With scorne that her swift wheeles obliquely run Daies throne aspiring discord then shall â—end The worlds crackt flame and natures concord end The frame Of nature then shall feed the greedy flame Men cities floods and seas by ravenous lust Of fire devoured all shall resolve to dust When the dancing poles Shall cease their whirling galliard When Lachesis hath no more thread to spin Nor time a feather on his crazy wing When this vast oâ—be of earth shall blazing burn And all the world in funeral flames shall mourn When heaven and hell amazâ—ng must appear In two extreams joy and excessive fear The hindge of things Is broke all ends run back into their springs The second Chaos When earth and sea in fiery flames shall frie And time lies buried in eternity When as to those enchaind in sleepe The wakeful trump of doome shall thunder through the deepe With such an horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake The aged earth agast With terrour of that blast Shall fâ—om the surface to the center shake When at the worlds last session The dreadful Judge in midle aire shall spread his throne July That month whose fame Growes greater by the man that gave it name When many well pil'd cocks of short sweet hay stands in the field What time soft night had silently begun To steal by minutes on the long-liv'd day The furious dog pursuing of the sun Whose noisome breath ads fervour to his ray v. Summer Zodiack Leo. June Sol leaving Gemini and drawing near Unto his height in Cancer when shortest night Urg'd the Thessalian archer v. Summer Zodiack-Cancer Juno Saturnia Great Queen of Gods Great matron of the Thunderer That chariots through the skies By peacocks drawn stuck full of Argus eyes Heavens Queen The Empresse of the skie Silver-arm'd goddesse White-arm'd deity Saturnia that makes the white embrace The ivory fingerd Queen Drawn with a team of harnest peacocks With silken bridles in a coach of gold Lined with Estrich plumes Shee That shares with Joves imperial soveraignty Joves sister and his wife That kindles Hymens fires The Queen of marriage and of chast desires Heavens great dame That hath the charge to rule the nuptial flame In nuptial bands That ties the hearts and then the willing hands Jupiter Saturnius The Almighty Thunderer To give the soul a goal delivery To deal their martial almes To suffer shipwrack of the soul And with his blood embrued The blushing earth Making a fatal rest to lulâ— Him in the sleep of death which clos'd his sight Shutting his eyes up in eternal night Taught him the way to his grave Driving the soul out at the yawning wound Uncase dislodge untenant uncage a soule As when a spring conducting pipe doth break The waters at a little breach burst ouâ— And hissing through the airy regions smoke So â—lusht the blood To Kill ones self To leave the warfare of this life Without a passe from the great general He gives himself a period to the race Of his loath'd life To abridge their own lives pilgrimage To be a traitour to ones selfe To let out life and so unhouse the soul To break the prison As if'â—were sweet to dye when forc't to live Accessary to their own death Self murtherer Kings Gods enshrin'd in earthly frames Fineâ— but more britle ware Sifted from common bran Inferiour Gods Earthly Deities Mortal God Whos 's awfull eye Bears signes of an imperious majesty That swaies the awful scepter in his hand The supream moderators of the law Astâ—â—a's princely stewards Men in Text letters Whose roval temples are impal'd With the enamel'd crown and diadem Who on th'â—mperial throne Doth alwaies sit and alwaies sits alone Whose lives are gaudy troubles whose crowns are Not more beset with pearls than stuft with care He that bears Heavens Scepter and the clouds with thunder tears The King of Gods That power from whom what ere hath being springs The goat-nurst God who three-forkt lightning flings Whose nod the worlds foundation
Sun appears And yet it tains so shew'd her eyes in tears Her tears were black mourning to be her tears VVhich as she spake â—â—th from those shining Chrystal Cysterns brake â—stream of liquid pearl which down her face â—de milk white paths whereon the gods might tracâ— â—o Jove's high Court Love's Elixir â—stilling from the Limbecks of her eyes The Deluge drowning beauties woâ—ld â—â— wept th' Heliades their liquid amber â—ock as the dew upon the Damask Rose â—ho through that liquid pearl his blushing shows â—d when the soft air breaths upon his top â—om the sweet leaves falls easily drop by drop â—s by her Cheeks distilling from her eyes â—e tear for joy anothers room supplies â—â— if so many stars from thence had shot â—â— if the eyes had meant to wash themselves â—e they look'd on such Beauty â—â—urning pleasure delightfull sorrow â—eaâ—s themselves did seem to smile Seas of melting pearls That raine from beauties skie Lucifer The star that wakes The dewie morn and last the heavens forsakes The sea-bath'd Hesperus who brings â—ight on and first displayes his golden wings Radiant Lucifer who day â—â—lts and chaseth night away Heavens brightest star that first doth call The early morning out Dayes harbenger the hench boy of the Sun The father of the mornings purple-light The usher of the day The silver-wing'd post-boy of the Sun The ancient-bearer of the day That waves the standard of the glorius day Who leads the stars And dayes illustrious path prepares The star that ushers in the day The herald of the day Aurora's Harbenger The rosie watchman of the morn â—enus sacred messenger That bright star that last forsakes the skies Lucina The gentle goddesse that makes swift repair At the first hearing of child bearing prayer The midwife goddesse The President of birth That goddesse courteous to the swelling womb Lucretia Clear light of Romane chastity The Romane dame Whom force might ravish not the fact defame Chast wife of Collatine Mirrour of chastity Natures mistake when she did place The heart of man joyn'd to a womans face That Romane Matron which did choose no life Rather to have than live a ravisht wife Lust Wilder flames Haâ—e above the rage of dog-dayes Young desires Tinder for the sparks of hell The itchy warmth of the stew'd blood The savage heat loose affection Flame The unruly faction in the blood The unreclaimed savagenesse of blood Bestiall dalliance The heyday in the blood Unruly heat call'd love which truly is but appetite Lustfull That speaks not but from Aretine Con'd all his Prints Knows all the quirks within Loves labyrinth A profest critick in lechery Like Hercules whose lustfull sprite Kept heat for fifty maids one night Salamanders living in the fire of lust That will make her grave a brothell And tempt the worms to adulterate her carcasse A common tinder box a goat a floating goatish eye Incubus Succubns Stallion I do not think but were the pox a woman He would not stick to court it As if he hâ—d washed in Salmasis Whose blood like kids upon a plain Doth skip and dance Levalto'â— in each vein Whose breasts are swoln with the Venerian game â—d warm themselves at lusts alluring flame â—o daâ—e to ask as much as men can think â—d wallowing lie within a sensuall sink â— read no books but obscene Aretine â—o the loose laws of their wild blood obey â—enst with savage heat â—e to lxions shaggie footed race â—hen as the gaudy Nymphs pursue the chace He That makes a flying vow to every she â—full as Tarquin or base Messaline â—s the debosht Catamite A goat is cooler â—cking damnation from a strumpets lips That â—at nothing but Potato's Eringo's and Cantharides â—earying the night with wanton dalliance â—ore prime than goats or Monkies in their pride Whose eye â—rries withâ—â—'â— piercing adultery There is not chastity in any language without offence for to expresse his lust His soul is the Bawd to his body He is more violence to a modest ear than to her â—e deflowred Keeping a Sâ—ew in his heart Nothing is harder to his perswasion than a chast man and â—e makes a scoffing miracle of a maid The Pox onely converts them and that onely when it kills them With Fancy unconfinâ—d And lawlesse as the Sea or wind Lusty Lusty as the early day As the youthfull Morn As the flower of youth Lute v. Musick Musicks full interpreter Wabling harmony unfeathered Nightingale Lybia v. Africa Lycaon Savage Arcadian tyrant VVhose house when Jove had overtun'd VVith vengefull flames which round about him burn'd He frighted to the silent woods did flie Theiâ— howls and speech with lost endeavour tries His self like jawes still grin more than for food He flaughters beasts and still delights in blood His arms to thighs his cloths to brisles chang'd A wolf not much from his first form estrang'd So hoary haiâ—'d his looks so full of rape So fierie ey'd so terrible his shape Lyon The King the Emperour of beasts The Forrest King VVhom rage nor courage suffers for to flâ—e To lye His heart disguising with his tongue His heart doth give his tongue the ly The heart and tongue at jaâ—â—ing enmity M. Mad. FIt to drink good store Of pure unmix'd brain-purging Hellebore Frantick like those VVhich in the Orgies tread the frantick round Such was Agave when in pieces she Tore her son Pentheus So Athamas and Ino when the Snakes Crawl'd in their bosoms Scarce Master Mistresse of his her wit Like a bull By hornets stung whom scratching brambles pulll The soul eclips'd Like mad Grestes of his wits bereft Or Dido when Aeneas had her left Such fury as possess'd Phemonoe at Appius request Like those whom Bacchus hath inspir'd And touching with the vinie staffe hath fired Their bosomes heav'd from off the hinge Of his right reason unâ—un'd and jarring senses The Furies and distempered phantasie Like one of Bacchus frantick â—aging Nuns Or like a Tartar when in strange disguise Prepar'd unto a dismal sacrifice From reasons center straid Passion did invade Reasons coole seas and there prevailing made A strange distraction Many degrees beyond the power of Hellebore Magick v. Charmes Witch Man The worlds Epitome The mortal Angel That worme of five foot long The food of wormes and times devouring rust That heap of Atomes which with blood Nature hath kneaded into solid flesh That litle world of living clay Spark of heaven Inch of living earth Natures Epitome Manual Quintessence model of nature Walking tree with the rootes upward Moving walking compacted dust The worlds abridgâ—ment The manual of Gods glory The worlds contracted summe The litle All. The joynt patentee With smooth-fac't Cherubins Whos 's first estate Heaven copied from himself In whose frame the great Three-one advis'd And with a studied hand epitomiz'd The large volumnious and perfect story Of all his works In whose soul the all eternal drew The image of himself for earth to view With fear and wonder in whose soveraign eye He
suns bright steeds light from the hills When Phaebus fiery carre Threw darkenesse of its wheels When now the thirsty sun drank up the stars When light doth shew Her silver forehead Aurora rose from her lov'd Tithons bed Fair Nymph whose chast and fragrant beauties run A course that honours and prevents the sun 'T is thou that breaking through th' enlightned â—ire Com'st first abroad and shakst day from thy haire Aurora rose And from her orient tresses threw the light The morning sitting in a throne of gold Survaâ—d the earth The early riser with the rosie hands Soon as the white and red mixt fingred dame Had gilt the mountains with her saffron flame Now the next mornings light sprang from the east And Sols bright raies the dewie shades decâ—east Sols puffing steeds begin to breath out day From their inflamed nostrils The modest morne on earths vast zone The gladsome day doth reâ—enthrone The spring of day Bloom'd from the east The dawning gray The ensigne of a glorious day The morne doth look out of her eastern gates portalls Casements chiding the stars to bed When the next day had with his morning light Redeem'd the East from the dark shades of night And with his golden raies had over spread And all the neighbour hills embroydered When the next morning had renew'd the day And the early twilight now had chac't away The pride of night and made her lay aside Her spangled robes The lily-handed morne Saw Phaebus stealing dew from Ceres corne The mounting lark dayes herald got on wing Bidding each bird choose out their bough to sing By this had Chantecleere the village clock Bidden the goodwife for her maids to knock And the swart plowman for his breakfast staid That he might till the lands which fallow laid The hills and vallies here and there resound With the re-ecchoes of the deep-mouth'd hound Each shepheards daughter with her cleanly paile Was come a field to miâ—ke the mornings meale The bees were not got out nor scaly frie Begâ—n to leap and caâ—ch the drowned flie Aurora Kisseth the perfum'd cheeks of dainty Flora The sun our Hemispheare hath repossest The early rising lark sings up the ploughman The Muses friend Gray ey'd Aurora yeâ— Held all the meadowes in a cooling sweat The milk-white Gossamores not upward snow'd Nor was the sharp and useful steering goad Laid on the strong-neck'd oxe no gentle bud The sun had dryde the cattel chew'd the cud Low levell'd on the grasse no flies quick sting Infoâ—c'â— the stone horse in a furious ring To tear the passive earth nor lash his taile About his buttocks yet the sâ—â—my snaile Mâ—ght on the wainscoâ— by his many mazes Winding Meanders and self-knitting traces Be follow'd where he stuck his glittering slime Not yet wâ—pt off it was so early time The careful smith had in his sooty forge Kâ—ndled no coale nor did his hammer urge His neighbours patience owles abroad did fly And day as then might plead its infancy The morne came out with sandals gray Eous and his fellowes in the teame Who since their watring in the westerne streame Had run a furious journey to appease The night-sick eyes of our Antipodes Now sweating were in our horizon seen To drink the cold dew from each flowry green The morning now in colours richly dight Stept ore the easterne thresholds The day drew from the earth her pitchie vaile away And all the flowry vales with carrols rung That by the mounting laâ—ke were shrilly sung The duskie mists rise from the châ—ystal floods And daâ—knesse no where raign'd but in the woods The chast morne all her beauty now discloses Ouâ—-blâ—shing all the emulating roses When the cock with lively dâ—n Sâ—atters the reare of darknessâ— thin Of lisâ—ining how the hounds and horne â—learly rouse the slumbering morne The ruddy horses of the rosie morne Oâ—â— of the easterne gates had newly borne Their blushing Mistresse in her golden chaire Spâ—eading new light throughout oâ—â— Hemispheare The Lyrick larkes practise their sweetest strain Aâ—rorâ—'s early blush to entertain The day star late sunk in the Ocean bed Doâ—h now again repaiâ—e his drooping head And tricks his beaâ—s which with new spangled ore Flame in the forâ—head of the morning skie The day out of the Ocean main Began to peep above this earthly masse With peaâ—ly dew sprinkling the mountain grasse The shining morne bewrays unto the gloomy world her face Before the lamp of light Above the earth upreard his flaming head When the raâ—he morning newly now awake Sâ—arce with fresh beauty furnished her brow Her self beholding in the general lake To which she paies her never ceasing vowes Scarce hâ—d the sun dried up the dewie morne And scarce the heard gone to the hedge for shade The early larke mounts from thâ— sullen earth And sings her hymnes to welcome in the light The prime of day breaks through the pregnant east The sun doth rise And shuâ—s the lids of all heavens lesser eyes With quivers Nymphes adoâ—ne Their active sides and wake the morne With the shâ—ill musick of their horne When everystar fled from th' approaching sun buâ— Lucifer Bright day dissolves the dâ—mps of nighâ— The Pâ—eâ—ades grow dim each nearer star Looseth his light Bootes lazy car Tâ—rnes to the plain complexion of the skies And Lucifer the greaâ— star darkned flies From the hot day Aâ—rora now from Tithons purple bed Arose and th' easterne skie discoloured Gave chearful notice of th' approaching sun The â—osie fingred morne Kisseth each flower that by her dew is borne Envious light chides away the silent night By this Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth musick to the Ocean Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard But he the daies bright-bearing carre prepaâ—'d And ran before as harbenger of light And with his flaring beams mockâ— ugly night Till she orecome with anguish care and rage Threw down to hell her loathsome carriage The nighâ—'â— dislodg'd and now The morne is trimming of her virgin brow To court the sun when from the western deepe And Teâ—hys lap his glimmering beams do peepe To ascend his glorious carre Daies porter hath unhing'd the painted doore When the sun scatâ—ers by his light All the Rebellions of the night When Chanticleere the bellman of the morne Sâ—mmons up twilight with his bugle horne The nights swift couâ—se with silence is outwornâ— And gives a kind farewell unto the day The wing'd musitians which awake the morne With hollow throats and horned bills do play The illustrious officer of day First worshipt in the east gins to display The glory of his beams then buds unfold Their chary leafes each dew-drown'd marigold Insensibly doth stâ—r it self and spread Each violet lifts up his pensive head The evening of th' Antipodes The early dawn enamelling the airâ— Heaven pâ—ays the good huswife and puts her candles out When first the morning hath her mantle spread The sable night 's dislâ—dg'd and now began Aurora's usher with his wâ—ndy fâ—n Gently â—o shake
molten lead do never want â—hat iust excuse vnanswerable argument Neck 〈◊〉 neck that polisht ivory weares â—ilver pillar whiter far â—hâ—n towers of polisht ivory are Negro V. Aethiopian Nemesis â—â—st goddesse of revenge sterne Rhamnusia â—other of fate and change 〈◊〉 bearer of eternall providence Daughter of frowning iustice â—hich from black clos'd Eternity â—rom thy darke cloudy hidden seate â—he worlds disorders dost descry Which when they swell so proudly great Reversing the order nature set Thou givest thy all confounding doome Which none doth know before it come Neptune The aged father of the floods The wavie Monarch The great sea Admirall The trident armed God Whose state Is next to Ioves Great ruler of the floods The king of surges The Saphyr God of seas The Monarch of the sacred floods The father of the swelling Maine Cerulean God The God whose trident calmes the Ocean The god that earth doth bind In brackish chains He that girds earth in cincture of the sea Whose vast embrace ensphears whole earth He that all lands Girds in his ambient circle and in air Shakes the curl'd tresses of his Saphyr hair The watry King that holds the three tooth'd scepteâ— The god that rides In his blue chariot o'r the surging tides That makes the roaring waves shrink when they feel The heavy burthen of his pressing wheel Whose threeforkt scepter rules the sea Tâ—e Saphyr visag'd God Great master of the floods The unresisted power of the deeps King of waves He that unlocks The gaping quicksands undermines the rocks Saturns warry son Joves watry brother Sea Deitie Tattarean god The universall Admirall Nereides That on the Dolphines back ride o'r the seas Their finning coursers Thet is virgin train The Watry powers goddesses Deities The Nymphs that float upon the watry seas The wanton Nymphs within the watry bowers That o'r the sand with printlesse foot Chace ebbing Neptune That on their heads wear caps of pearly shells Green goddesses of Seas gray Doris daughters That in low corall woods String pearls upon their Sea green hair Psamathe Thetis Doâ—o Galenae Clotho Galaâ—aea Eucrato Glauce Leucothoe Proto Doris Spio Cymodorea Idya Endore Sao Eunica Dynamene Thâ—iaa Pasithee Eulimenâ— Cymathoe Mâ—lite Pherusa Phao Agave Poris Nesaea Erato Panopa Protomedea Hyppothoe Actaea Lâ—ssiaâ—issa Pronaea Euagore Pantoporea Autonone Neso Eione Beâ—oe V. Hesiods Theogonia v. 230. 346 Glauconome Alimeda Hipponeo Laomedia Liagore Cymo Eupompe Themiste Euarne Menippe Petâ—aea Nemertea Ocyrâ—oe Cydippe Tyche Acaste Clyâ—ie Ianthe Lycoris Plexaure Nestor That miracle of aged eloquence He that three ages saw Eloquent gravity The Pylian sage That liv'd to see a treble age Net Corded toyles corded snares Corded mashes Windowie toyles Masht in the net Never The sun shall change his course and find new pathes To drive his chariot in The loadstone leave His faith unto the North. The vine withdraw Those strict embraces that infold the elme In her kind armes ere c. First shady groves shall on the bâ—llowes grow And sea weeds on the tops of mountains show Their flimy chires Heavens fiâ—es shall first fall darkned from their spheare Grave night the light weed of the day shall wear Fresh streams shall chace the sea tough plowes shall tear Their fishie bottome c. Before Sooner fleet minutes shall back rescued be Soonner expect the harvest from the sand Sooner every star May in his motion grow irregular The sun forget to give his welcome flame Unto the teeming earth December sooner shall see primrose grow And swift-pac't rivers in soft murmures flow No more shall mead be deckt with flowers Nor sweetnesse dwell in rosie bowers Nor early buds on branches spring Nor warbling birds delight to sing Nor April violets paint the grove The fish shall in the Ocean burne And fountains sweet shall bitter tuâ—ne The humble oake no flood shall know Black Lethe shall oblivion leave Love shall his bow and shaft lay by And Venus doves waâ—t wings to fly The sun refuse to shew his light And day shall then be turn'd to night And in that night no star appeare No joy above in heaven shall dwell Nor pain torment poor souls in hell Can earth forget her burthen and ascend Oâ— can aspiring flames be taught to tend To earth Then c. Can hills forget their ponderous bulks and fly Like wandering Aromes in the empty skie Or can the heavens grown idle not fulfill Their certain revolutions but stand still And leave their constant motion to the wind T' inherit Then c. Sooner the sun and stars shall shine together Sooner the wolfe make peace with tender lambes Sooner shall rigid Boreas first take wing At Nilus head and boisterous Auster spring From th' icie floods of Izland Then c. You may sooner part the billowes of the sea And put a bar between their fellowship Sooner shut Old time into a den and stay his motion Wash off the swift houres from his downy wing Or steal eternity to stop his glasse Sooner the pibbles on the hungry beach Shall â—illop stars and the mutinous winds Throw the proud Cedars up against the sun When Poe shall wash the topps of Matine hill Or the sea swallow lofty Apennine And strange effâ—cts of love new monsters joyne That Tygers may from hindes seeke lusts delight And the meeke dove is troden by the kite When flocks the Lyons friendship entertain And wanton goats affect the brackish main Then c. Sooner the mountains shall want shady trees Sooner the ships shall not â—aile on the seas And rivers make recourse unto their springs The rivers shall recoile unto their springs The sun shall from the west his course begin The earth shall first with shining stars be fill'd The skies unto the furrowing plough shall yeild The water shall send forth a smoaking flame The fiâ—r shall yeild water back again First shall the birds that welcome in the spring All mute and dumbe for ever cease to sing The summer Ants leave their industrious pain And from their full mouthes cast their loading grain The swift Maenalian hounds that chasing are Shall frighted run back from the trembling â—â—are First nature shall become preposterous No element shall hold his constant seat Heaven shall be earth and earth Joves starâ—y house Fier shall be cold and water shall give hea Summer shall give a snowie livery Unto the ground and does shalllyons fright Through aire the crowes whiter than snow shall fly And the daies brightnesse turne into the night The fish shall not inhabit in the flood And silver swans shall take a jetty die The chaâ—ing boare shall not then haunt the wood With wings then oxen shall divide the skie Marble shall then the wax in softnesse passe The chicken then shall prey upon the kite In the vast welkin shall the staggs seâ—ke grasse The dog forget Arcadian wolves to bite Stars shall enamel earth and from the tree No leaves shall dangle eagles court the dove The highest mounâ—ains then shall levell'd be
And the fierce griffons shall the horses lovâ— V. Famous Ever Incredible Impossible New years day The birth and infant of the year That day which is the prime To the slow-gliding moneths when every eye Weaâ—s Symptomes of a sober jolity And every hand is ready to present Affection in a real complement When even the peasant thinks that he Cannot without a grosse absurdity Be that day frugal and not spare his friend Some gift to shew his love finds not an end With the deceased year When every street Sounds with the trampling of presenters feet When as the lowest fortune will not fear To give a welcome to the new come year With some proportioned gift The day old time doth turne his annual glasse New Infant blooming budding That counts not many years Scarce yet hath seen the publick light Newes Whose itching ears even smart to know the newes Fames plumed birth Sad Newes v. Harsh sounding Sounds like a mandrake torne out of the earth That living mortals hearing it run mad Kâ—lling stabbing wounding accents Good Newes v. Sweet sounding The sweetest tidings and the greatest wonder As ever broke in sunder the lips of panting fame Which to hear There 's none but would wish all his body eare The happiest newes that ever beg'd an eare Night The nights black wings mask up the light The obscure mantle of the night The shady gloome Whose sable wing In gloomy darknesse husheth every thing Under her sable pinions folds the world When Cynthia darts her borrowed raies The lights black curtain cypresse The gloomy night With sable curtains had beclouded all Daies elder sister Best patronesse of griefe Heavens surrounding steeds Quell their proud courage turne their fainting heads Into the lower hemispheare to coole Their flaming nostrills in the westerne poole When Morpheus with his leaden keyes Locks up the sences Night sheds her poppy on the weary world When leaden sleepe hath seald up all mens eyes The time when mortals take their soft repose The friend to secrets The face of heaven studded with stars The nurse of cares her curtains drawes Nights heavie charmes â—â—ad clos'd all eyes When sleepe bestowes On men and on their cares a sweet repose Night spangs the skie with stars Light â—ies in the shady coverture of night That obscure mantle that invelopes â—ight When silent darknesse doth invite Our eyes to slumber When night hath spread her dusky dampe The sober suited matron Daies sable herse The ebon box wherein heaven puts her light â—haebe's black coachman Deceased lights black coffin The black browd lady Black ey'd empresse That Ethiopian Queen Negro Queen Sâ—art night her brows exalts with stars impal'd The gloomy night on light extends her shades The winter of the day The earth borne shades had clos'd the world with night The nights dew dropping shadowes hide The face of earth The maske of day Night laies her sable mace on earth Sols glorious light Dives to the sea and brings up drowsie night The peaceful night treads busie day under her sable feet The pâ—ndant spangles Beam from the skie and drowsie sleepe entangles The eyes of mortals Nights moist shades the earth doth hide And Cyâ—â—hiâ— in her golden châ—â—iot rides Dark night rusht down and hid the face of earth With her spread sable pinions Heavens eye doth gild the seas In his days journey to th' Antipodes When heaven that was a Cyclops late before Becomes an Argus Over the pole night her thick mantle throwes The time the jetty charioter Huâ—les her black mantle ore our Hemispheare Mother of sleeps and feares That with her sable mantle friendly covers The sweet stollen sports of joyful meeting lovers The day is sunke in hideous night The black-ey'd night her â—able mantlehurld And in thick vapours muffled up the world Which in dull darknesse canopies the light When nights black muffler hoodeth up the skies The sun doth leave us to our rest And Cynthia hath her brothers place possest Now had the glorious sun tane up his Inne And all the lamps of heaven englightned been Virgins now day is fled Make pooâ—e their garments t' enrich their bed Which in a carre of Jet By steeds of iron gray whâ—ch mainly sweat Moist drops on all the world drawn through the skie When we may The bright Celâ—stial spheare sorvey So rich in jâ—wels hung that night appears Like to an Aeâ—hiope bride Now in the sea bright sol had hid his head And stars appear'd the moone her shadowes spread Nights silent reign had â—ob'd the world of light To lend in lieu a greater benefit Repose and sleepe when every mortal brest Whom care or grief permitted took their rest Now nights black mantle had the earth orespread And all the â—â—st of stars in Pâ—aebus stead Though with lesse light adoâ—n'd the spangled skie The night did â—rowning rise Into her throne and from her humerous breasts Visions and dreams lay sucking all mens rests Fell like the mists of dâ—ath upon their eyes Loves Mart of kâ—sses Venus day Soft rest of cares Night laies her velvet hand upon daies face The aire with sparks of living fire is spangled And night deep drencht in misty Acheron Heav'd up her head and halfe the world upon Bâ—eath'd darknesse forth The skie appear'd in sable mourning dresse The ebon night brought in a coach of jet Drawn by her sable feathered steeds ravens When Morpheus â—eâ—geant of the night Had laid his mace upon the dying light And with his listlesse limbes had closely spread The sable curtains of his drowsie bed Darknesse had stain'd The Chrystall brow of day and gloomy night Had spoil'd and rifled heaven of all his light Grim night lookt forth with grizly countenance Her smoakie breath in duskie clouds doth fly â—rom her pale lips and darkned heavens bright glance â—â—evailing ore the earth and azure skie When as the unâ—versal shade Of th' unspangled heaven and earth had made An utter darknesse When as the heavens by the suns teame untrod Hath took no print of the approaching light And al the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright Her body is confin'd Within a coleblack mantle thorough lin'd With sable surres her tresses were of hiew Like Ebony on which a pearly dew Hung like a spiders web her face did shroud Aswarth complexion underneath a cloud Of black curld cypresse on her head she wore A crown of burnisht gold bâ—shaded ore Wiâ—h fogs and roâ—y mists her hand did bear A scepter and a sable Hemispheare Death resembling shades of night Had drawn their misty curtains twixt the light And every darkned eye Sols horses now eat their Ambrosia Within the westerne meads deposed day Surrenders up her throne and yeilds her right Unto her Negro sister In the raging sea The sun is drown'd and with him falls the day When Cynthia whips her drowsie teame When the wings of night fans sleep on mortals Now was ouâ— heavenly vault deprived of the light With suns depart and now the darknesse of the night
stoop into the yawning grave The tomb Yawns to devour him VVhose chill blood and dull declining years c. A man whom hoary hairs call old Upon whose front time many years had told Arrested by crooked age Prest with a burden of so many years As make him stoop under his load A man whom palsie shakes And spectacles befriend When We are become but statues now of men And our own monuments expecting every day When courteous death shall take their life away Age doth power upon his head a silver shower Grizly hairs â—â—gins to cast th' account of many cares Upon his head Decrepit dayes When creeping age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breath cold winter on thy chill desires When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy limbs With trembling palsies when dry age bedims The Optick sun-shine of thy bed rid dayes Whose bones and veins may be An argument against Philosophy To prove an emptinesse A man declin'd to his Preterperfect tense In the autumn of his mellow age The glasse accuseth to the face Their want of beauty Whom rotten teeth and wrinckled face And head of snowie hairs disgrace Cold age hath frosted his fair hairs Whose hairs do wear the sober hue of gray Envious time â—â—th delv'd her paralels within her brow â—orty winters have besieg'd the brow And dig'd deep trenches up in beauties field When â—able curls are silver'd o'r with white Time hath spilt snow upon your hair Whose hairs contend with snow That wears snow on his shaking head â—â—e in his hear All whose revolting teeth are fled Now carefull age hath pitch'd her painfull plow Upon the surrow'd brow And snowie blasts of discontented care Hath blanch'd the falling hair That bears in his look the Chronicle of many years ago A memento morâ— One whom death hath forgot How many crows hath she outhv'd She Nestor Of a mellow age Rotten ripe That talks behind a beard As his beard him not he his beard did bear Having satisfied the tyranny of time With the course of many years Like a weather beaten Coâ—duit of many Kings raigns A breathing Chronicle Hands prisoners to the palsie Winter faces whose skins slack Lâ—nk as an unthrifts purse but a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose moâ—ths are holes rather worn out than made Whose every tooth to a several place is gone To vex their souls at Resurrection Living deaths head more antick than ancient Old age Crooked age Deaths twilight Deaths slumber The bloodlesse age when times dull plow Doth print her fuâ—â—ows in the aged brow VVhen Ladies in their glasse Look for their own and find another face The gray summe of years The winter of our life VVhen golden haits do turn to silver wire Nature hath crost her fornoon book and cleaâ—'d that score But scarce gives further trust for any more VVâ—th silver hairs speaking experience Gray hairs the Pursivants of death bed-rid dayes Fâ—osty hairs Chair dayes Decrepit dayes VVithering the face hollowing the â—heumie eyes And makes a man even a mans self despise VVhen death displayes his coldnesse in the cheek Times colder hand leads us near home Deaths Calends When as the Castles two leav'd gates be barâ—'d When as â—he mill-stones language is not heard When horn-mouth'd Bellmans shall affright â—hy slambers Thy untun'd ears shall loath harmonious numbers Each obvious molehill shall augment thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs When as thy sinews silver cord is loos'd Thy brainâ— goâ—d bowl is broke the undispos'd And idle livers ebbing fountain drâ—'d The bloods Meandring cisterns unsuppli'd When black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach'd the day When dying pleasures find a full decay VVhen as the Sun and Moon and stars appeâ—r Dark in thy mircrocosmall hemispear VVhen as the clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the châ—ystall of the gloomy Skie VVhen as the keepers of the crazie tower Bepalsie stricken and the men of power Sink as they march and grinders cease to grind Distâ—stfull bread and windows are grown blind Old things As if they had been made Long time before thâ— first Olympiade Old as Evanders moâ—her Fit for an Antiquaries Library A good old man v. Earls Chracters set out by Ed. Blount Chap. 29. Omens Such as were seen Before the Romanes on th' Amathian plain With their own Countries blood their swords distain Sad presages irregularities of natures As ominous as was that voyage when VVhen Caesar did â—ail from Greece to Italy In the small Bark The ominous â—aven with a dismall chear Through his horse beak of following horrour tells Begeâ—ting strange imaginary fear VVith heavy ecchoes like to passing belâ—s The howling dog a dolefull part doth bâ—ar As though they chim'd his latest buâ—ying knell Under the Eves the buzzing screech owl sings Beating his windows with her fatal wings And still affrighâ—ed with his fearfull dreams VVâ—th raging fiends and goblins that he meets Of falling down from steep rocks into streams Of tombs of buriâ—lls and of winding sheets The melting stars their sulphuâ—â—â—s su fâ—t shed The Centre pants with sudden throes And trembling earth a sad distemper shows The sun aâ—â—righted hides his golden heâ—d From hence by an unknown Eâ—lyptick flâ—d Irregular heavens abortive shades display And night usurps the empty throne of day The Meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven The palefac'd Moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearfull change As doth the raven o'r th' infectious house The Skies hung with prodigious signs As if the Scorpion would drop down Out of the Zodiack or the fiercer Lion The croaking ravens Fâ—ag up and down beating the air With their obstreperous beaks The yawning graves have yielded up their dead Fieâ—ce fiery warriours fight upon the clouds In ranks and squadrons and right form of war Which drizzle blood upon the Temples top The noise of battel hurtled in the air Horses do neigh and dying men do groan And Ghosts do shrick and squeal about the streets Lamenâ—ings heard â—'ch air Strange skreams of death and prophesying With accents terrible of dire combustion And confused accents hatch'd to wofull time Th' obscure bird clamour'd the long liv'd night Some say the earth was feaverous and did shake Heart thrilling groanâ— first heard he round his bower And then the screech owl with her utmost power Lâ—bouâ—'d her loathed note the forrests bending with winds as Hecate had been ascending As if some divelish hag were come abroad With some kind mothers late delivered load A â—uthlesse bloody sacrifice to make To those infernall powers that by the Lake Oâ— mâ—ghte Sâ—yx and black Cocytus dwell Swords in the spangled heavens did then by night In th' East and West extend their blazing light Ashâ—s in showers upon the earth did fall Lâ—stre deserts the Sun in height of all His towring pitch The Moon did then look red And â—eâ—rs of blood from her dark Chariot shed Haâ—d â—ocks did groan Arâ—'d troops of foot and horse Incounter
All pav'd with serpents Ashie pale As evening mist sent from a watry vale More bloodlesse than a walking ghost Fear steals the colour from her cheeks The natural ruby of the cheek is gone Blancht all with fear Pale as the colour which in leaves in seen When they by Autumne's frost have nipped bâ—en That pale and meager look Like those that wander by the sable brook Of Lethe or those ghosts from graves escape Pallas v. Minerva She that rules in deeds of armes Wars triumphant maid Jove's blew-â—yd daughter Mans Fauteresse Unconquered Queen of armes She that supples earth with blood The maiden Queen that hath the azure eyes Heavens martial maid That wears Joves shield fring'd with his nurses haire Divine Athenia Armes potent Patronesse Tritonian maid Joves brain born issue To whom Joves pregnant brain was mother By Vulcan cleav'd in twain The fire-eyed maid of smoakie war Palsie Unjoynted nerves The joynts in gimmers Continual ague Pan. The God whom pines do crown The King of sylvan rural Deities The God of siâ—ly sheep The father of the flocks The mountain goat-fooâ—e God He that first taught to joyne the pipes with wax Arcadia's halfe goat God Paradise v. Pleasant place Epitome of pleasures Inclosure of delight The garden conscious to the first mans sin Parnassus The Muses forked hill With two tops reaching to the skie Twixt east and west equally distant lies To Bacchus and Apollo's Deities Sacred to whom in mixed sacrifice The Tâ—eban wives at Delphos solemnize Their trietericks this one hill alone Appeard when all the world was overflowne And stood as middle twixt the earth and skie Young Phaebus there with shafts unused slew The speckled serpent that in wait long lay His banish'â— mother great with child to slâ—y Where all the Muses sit in soangled ranks Tuning their ditties on the flowry bankes There springs the Poets fount Where they to drench their ravisht lips are wont Passion v. Fury Anger The souls feaver Tyrant of the mind The Judgments tempest Herricano of the soul When passion hath the fairer judgement collied The civil war in reasons commonwealth The earthquake of the lesser world The shipwrack of the soul Strangler of reason The violent perturbations of the soul Dry drunkennesse Whirlewind of the soul As if the brest incloâ—'d the easterne wind Patient VVell poys'd humours in whose composition nature â—en'd most Geometry Nature forgot to gâ—ve him gall As if he meant to do fortune a spight by taking from her â—he pleasure she sought to take in his misery Sâ—out only in the asses fortitude Making misery it self amiable by a pious and patient deportmâ—nt Patroclus Achilles faithful friend Actors brave Nephew â—enaeâ—uis stout son VVhom Hector slew clad in Achilles armes The occasion of Achilles just revenge And Hâ—ctors cruel death Peace The drowsie sword lies snorting in the sheath Now â—anus gate is shuâ— Concord that all tiâ—ngs doth infold In her white armes and the worlds safety holds The cold sheath'd swords thir thirst of war Have cooâ—'d Calme dayes when rest Hath rockt asleep sluggish security The busie spider weaves her taâ—ke VVithin the belly of the plumed cask Fair peace descends and with her silver wings Cuts through the yeilding aire Old Janus now hath lockt his temples gate Justice and faith do kindly kisse each other And Mars appeas'd sits down by Cupids mother No war or battles sound VVas heard the world around The idle spear and shield were high up hung The â—ooked chariot stood â—staind with hostile blood The trumpet spake not to the armed throng Glorious peace Triumphs in change of pleasures Dear nourse of arts plenty and joyful births When the very name of king is a general fortification over all his kingdome The silver drops from peace's dewie wings Supprest dissention's flame Auspicious peace Claps her triumphant wings Peacock The star-embellisht fowle which Juno lâ—ves Junâ—'s starâ—'d coursers The bird that in her train bears Argus eys Which with her wheeling taile doth brave the skies And slights the stars viewing her Argus eyes Pegasus Gorgonean horse Meduâ—aean horse The winged courser of Bellerephon Spangled with fifteen stars From whose hoofe did spring The chrystal waters of the muses well Which with his brother Sprang from the blood of their new slaughâ—ered mother The horse on which Bellerephon did ride VVhen by his hand the fierce Chymaera dyed Aurora's winged courser That God begotten steed the horse of fame Whose bounding hoofe plow'd that Boâ—tian spring Where those sweet maids of memory do sing Penelope Uâ—ysses constant wife The chast Icarian wife That liv'd a widow though she was a wife As chast unto her mate As all her wooers were importunate By honest craft her wooers to deceive What all the day she works by night unweaves The Queen of Ithaca whose precious name For chast desires is dear to us and fame Perillus. Unhappy maker of the brazen bull That had the first experiment Of that sad torment which he did invent And in that bull receâ—v'd a burning grave Which he to the Sicilian Tyrant gave Phaeton â—â—bus unhappy son â—â—t great incendiary which set all on fire â—â—ruling ill what he did ill desire Whose sisters mourne 〈◊〉 tragedie till they to poplars turne v. Ovids Metam 2. lib. Phaenix Which makes one narrow roome â—er uâ—ne her nest her cradle and her tombe The beauties of the first returne â—rom spicie ashes of the sacred urne â—er own selfes heire nurse nurseling dame and â—ire Which when she rests Her aged carkasse in her spicie nest The quick devouring fire of heaven consumeâ— The willing sacrifice in sweet perfumes â—rom whose sad cyndars balm'd in funeral spices A second Phaenix like the first arises The bird which in the glowing â—ast With sweets doth make her tombe and nest Who the wane Of age repaires and sowes her self again Nor feeds on grains or herbes but on the gumme Of frankincense and jucie Amomum Now when her life five ages hath fullfill'd A nest her horned beak and talons buâ—ld Upon the crownet of a trembling palme Bestrew'd with Casia spikenard pretious balme Bâ—uâ—â—'d Cynnamon and Myâ—rhe whereon she bends Her body and her age in odours ends This breeding corps a litle Phoenix bears Which is it selfe to live as many years Grown strong that load now able to tranâ—fer Her cradle and her parents sepulcher Devoutly carries to Hyperions towne And on his flamy altar laies it downe So â—aâ—e That nature never yet could give a paire One finds a cradle in the others urne She dies to live as the sun sets to rise Th' Arabian wonder that in spicie fume Renews her self in that she doth consume O happy thine own hâ—ir what ruines all Addes strength to thee restor'd by Funerall Age thou not dying dies The ages gone Were seen by thee the revolution Of time thou knowest then when the tumid main Swallowed the Mountains in his lâ—quid Plain When Phaetons errour set the world on fire None touch'd thy safety nor
didst thou expire With stifled earth The destinies nor draw Nor cut thy thread nor subject to their law The Bird of silver Ganges Philomel v. Nightingale Câ—cropian bird Pandionian bird Prognes unhappy sister v. Ovids Met. Lib. c. Philosophers v Learned Aristotle Who through the mists Low nature casts doth upper knowledge spie That unfold All natures closeâ— These plodders in the Mineâ— Of nature Whose more purged ear Is washt as 't were with truths sharp vinegar Natures great Secretaries Physician Gallens adoptive sons The bodies botchers cobâ—ers That flay a man before they kill him Podalirius Machaon Chyron Aesculapius v. Mountebank Phoebus v. Apollo The god of Patara and Delos stood Who with pure waters of Gastalian flood Bedews dishevell'd hair walks Lyrian groves And through the woods that bred him gently roves Phoebus with radiant bow divine Gracious among the Muses nine Who doth with heaven inspiâ—ed art To crazie bodies health impart Who in his chariot bright Doth call forth day and shuts up night And other and the same doth come The Delian Deity God of archerie The god that bears the silver bow And throws the light from off his radiant brow The God that bears â—e silver bow and strikes the quavering strings â— God of light The Delphian archer â— dayes eternal king Joves bright son â— king of aâ—chers Muses sacred king â—ose praise in Delos Isle doth ever ring â—s first founder whose arts excellence â—racted natures chiefest Quintessence â—na's quiver'd darling The radiant God â— Pythian Knight â— from his beams doth lend his sister light Picture â—be poesie The fancies eldest daughter â— birth and creature of the pen. Pity â— melting pity creeps into his heart â—at poore comfort of calamity Place Pleasant â—ture her selfe did there in triumph ride â—d made that place the ground of all her pride â—hose various flowers deceiv'd the rasher eye â— taking them for curious tapestry â— silver spring forth from a rock did fall â—at in a dâ—ought did serve to water all â—on the edges of a grassie banke 〈◊〉 of trees grew circling in a ranke â— faire so fresh so sweet so green a ground â—e piercing eye of heaven yet never found Places â—hich hold the worlds delight in their embraces â—here trees do groane under their fruitful burthen â— the same season nature there doth bring â—hes of Autumne pleasures of the spring VVhere th' early spring â— wealthy stock of nature brings â—nsplanted paradise Transplanted Tempe 〈◊〉 Elysium â— such luxurious plenty of all pleasure â— seem'd a second paradise to be â—o lavishly enricht with natures treasure â—hat if the lasting soules which do possesse â—â— ' Elisian fields and live in happy blesse Should happen this with living eyes to see They soon would leave their lesser happinesse And wish to live return'd again Where eyes may surfeit with delight Where every tree a fruitful issue bears Of mellow apples ripened plums and pears And all the shrubs with sparkling spangles shew Like morning sunshine tinselling the dew Here in green meadowes sits eternal May Purfling the margents whilst perpetual day So double gilds the day as that no night Can ever rust th' enamel of the light Where Flora laies forth all her pride There was no stint no measure To th' old mans profit or the young mans pleasure The only place worthy our wish Furnisht with all faire objects that may deliver Delight to th' admiring fancie Which richly payd the pleas'd beholder thanks In its sweet situation A valley grac't with natures art and care As fertle as the soyle of Arabia As pleasant as Thessalia Tempe faire On which from heaven no blustering tempests fly Nor Zephry blowes but sweet and wholesome aire A long whose side the mossie mountains rise And lift their swelling tops above the skies Down through the mist of this faire valley glides The Chrystal flood with glancing silver hue Whose roaring streams on golden channels slide With murmure sweet in Thetis bosome blew Of brooks supply'd with liberal store besides Which tops of towring mountains still renâ—w In midst of this fair valley doth arise A mighty mounting rock of wondrous height On whose ambitious back as in the skies A City stands impregnable to sight A castle on his lofty crest espies The valleys round about the mountains height Below the rock the glancing river glides In whose cold streams he cooles his hoary side VVhen Tâ—tan doth ascend unto the south Ascending through heavens vault of brightest azure Those lofty turreâ—s seeme to have desire To view their beauties pride while they hâ—ve leasure Then set they all the rolling flood on fire Whose trembling billowes shew their golden treasure The smiling sun illustrates them with beams While as their beauty beautifies their streams A place for pleasanâ—nesse not unfit to flatter solitarâ—â—â—sle for it being sâ—t upon an insensible rising of the ground as you are come to a pretty hâ—iâ—hâ— before almost you perceive that you ascend it gives the eye lordship over a large ciâ—cuit It seemes a pleasant picture of nature with lovely lightsomenesse and artificial shadowes With such a rise as doth at once invite A pleasure and a reveâ—ence from the sight They who abstract paradise from the earthly globe make â— that part of heaven which is this places Canopie As if nature there had meant to make a place where the beholders are beholdeâ— and sufficiently paid in their gratefull prospect for the pains of their view Where lands untill'd are yearly fruitfull seen And th' unpruned vine perpetual green Sâ—ll olives by the fertle branch are borne And mellow figgs their native trees adorne Honey from elmes distill the gentle fountaines Descend with purling noyse from lofty mountaines There milkey goats come freely to the paâ—le Nor do glad flocks with dugs distended faile The mighty bore â—oares not about the fields Not hollow earth doth poisonous vipers yeild Adde to this happinesse the humid east Doth with no frequent showers the field infest Nor the fat seeds are parcht in barren land The heavenly powers both â—empering with command No barke comes hither with Argoan ore Nor landed wanton Colchis on this shore Cadmus with swelling â—ailes turn'd not this way Nor painfull troope that with Ulysses stray Here amongst cattle no contagiâ—â— are Nor seele flocks drowthy power of any star When braâ—â—e did on the golden age intâ—ude Jove for the pious did this place seclude Where every object charmes the wandering eye And bids the soul gaze there eternally The smoake by which the loaded spits doe turne For incense might on sacred altars burne The nâ—ked rocks are not unfâ—uâ—tful there But at some certain seasons every year Their barren topps with lushious food abound And with the eggs of various â—ouls are crown'd Ripe fruits and blosâ—oms on the same trees live At once they promise what at once they give So sweet the aire so moderate the clime None sickly lives or dies before his time Heaven sure has kept this spot of earth uncurst To
she braves Capring for joy upon the silver waves The frolick wind playes with the pregnant sail And courts her linnen sides To sweep Neptunes smooth face and cleaves the yielding deep The Sails conceive and grow big bellied with the wanton winds To plow the bosome of the floods Full Sails Wing his successefull course The crooked vessell chases the drenching seas He bids them lanch the ship withoâ—t delay And fit her tacklings The Seamen call aboard in double ranks Reduce their oars uprising from the banks â—h equal strokes from shore â—he Vessel drives and thence her object bore â—er following eyes the flying ship pursue Sails â—anvas wings flags pennons banners streamers linneâ— â—gs linnen sides swelling canvas Sailour A pitch'd piece of reason calkt and tackled and onely studied to â—pute with tempests â— wisdome is the coldest part about him still pointing towards â— North in a storm it is disputable whether the noise be more â— or the elements and whether first will leave of scolding â— coach-men Sea-waggoners that drive their winged wains Oâ— th' azure forehead of the liquid plains Schollar v. Learned Student Scylla Chaâ—ybdis â—urly opposite which in her covered caves With sharp fang'd mouth sucks the ships from the waves â—ward a man downward a comely maid Whose lower parts like an huge Whale are made All of wolves wombs and Dolphins tails are said To be engenderd Sea The wavie angry curled deep The curled Main The bubling ball The swelling Main-Brine Deep The boyling gulf The floating globe Masse The boundlesse moat The rivers Rendesvous The brinie ball Neptunes Royall seat moâ—st Skie Thetis large cells Thetis large waâ—â—y bowers The hâ—nging thin sad â—lippery water-ball Neptunes watry front the watry camp plain The silver brine The brinie regions Lower heavens The glassie deep watry wildernesse The place where salt and fresh waves meet Nereus wavie round Th' insulting Main The râ—ging aged deep toyling Main Neptunes soft skies Fishie skies fishie world The huge whalt-bearing lake Fishie Monarchy Nepeâ—nes confluence The worlds vast moat Neptunes liquid soil The watry floor Neptunes vast watry Regiment Mother of Rivers That bound which to the worlds extreamest ends Endlesse her self her liquid arms extends The stable of horse-fishes the stall of kine-fishes the stie of hoâ— fishes the kennell of dog-fishes the Ape of the land The watry desart solitude Inconstant deep Which with spread arms stands ready for the tender Of daily tribute which the swoln floods render Into her Chequer whence as worthy kings She helps the wants of thousand lesser springs The briny lake Tempestuous desart The rugged element That spatious cistern whence doth flow Refreshing streams rivers and springs That fill earths dugs the hills Thetis glassie bower Where in Corall groves The wanton mermaids sporting with their loves Blue Thetis boundlesse arms Neptunes liquid belt Thetis wet Empire The floating kingdoms The weltring waves oozy channel The kingdome of the watry Jupiter Where thousand dangers sleep In the smooth bosome of the deep Paved with native Jewels The watry kingdome whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven The beachie girdle of the Ocean Secret v. Silent Uncrannied free from the bold intrusion of an eye Unwitness'd imbosom'd cloystered enchested boxed wound up in mind sequestered lurking Free from all mens superintendency Sectary Meteor of flame and zeal Ignis fatuus of Religion Religious Alchymist Diseased Apocrypha corrupting the Tâ—xâ— A piece of ill directed zeal Affecting singularity beyond the Churches unity Sences The cinque ports of the soul The understandings portalls Temptations in Cinque port shops of vanity â—â—e subtle Organs of delight September The time wherein just Libra weighs â—he hours and makes the nights equall with dayes When the year resigns â—he glorious sun up to the watry signs Which through the clouds looks on the earth in scorn The little birds yet to salute the morn â—â—on the naked branches set their foot The leaves now lying on the mossie root â—â—d there a seely chirping do they keep â—â— though they fain would sing yet fain would weep â—raising fair summer that too soon is gone Or sad for winters too fast coming on Sepulcher v. Grave Tomb. Serpent v. Snake A glittering comb his slâ—ppery head invests â—â—stead of eyes two sparkling rubies swell â—â—ps up the air and sinks into himself He hurls His wanton body into numerous curls Yreath'd into scaliy folds bound up in sâ—imie toists Hiffing within their knotty curls Gathered in folds shoots out his forked tongue Swindging the scaly horrour of his folded tail Serving man Cast behind his Master as his sword or cloak For his head he hath little use of it but to keep it bare He hath wit enough if he can comprehend common sense and a â—â—encher One that keeeps the best company and is none of it For he knows all the Gentlemen his master knows Sexton The last of tailours that ne'r takes measure whilst there is hope of a new suit That gives deceased bones their quiet mansion Deaths bed maker Conversing with the graves And Charnel house Shade The native Screen The leavie coverture A place to shun The scorching fury of the sun An awfull shade The meeting boughs exiling Phoebus made Natures green network Leavie Canopie Which fortifies the visage from the sun The bushie tops do bid the sun forbear And checks the proud beams that would enter there Whose leaves still muttering as the air doth breath With the sweet bubling of the Spring beneath Doth rock the senses whilst the small birds sing Lulled asleep with gentle murmuring Where lightfoot Fairies sport at prison baies The pleasing lining of the trees Where the trees so lovingly enterlaced one another that thâ—â— could resist the strongest violence of eye-sight Where beauty might beguile the sun from looking on her A rampier against the sunns rage Where the shadows seem to woe The love-sick passenger to come and sit And view the beauties nature strows on it Where every tree Embrac'd his neighbour to an unity Nature in leavie Neâ—work arbours made Sconce from the suns distempers A bulwark from the suns invasion The shelter from the suns offâ—nsive rage The leavie vales which Phoebus beams keep out Shadows The fleeting shades which run In full extent unto the setting sun Those coy brown nymphs which flie if you pursue Which if you flie make hast to follow you Shame v. Blush His fair cheeks covered with pale sheets of shame Sheep That gentle beast Whose udders swell with Nectar and invest Exposed man with their soft wooll and are Alive than dead more profitable far The curled bleating flocks Whose fleecy loins bear thriving burdens The shepherds fleecy train bleating charge The preâ—y lambs with bleating oratory Crave the dams comfort Fleecy numbers â—eecie troopes The shepheards skipping traine Shepherd v. Swain In secure silence wears away his time And better is acquainted with himselfe Than others who so great a stranger is â—o city â—ollies that he knowes them not â—e sits
flime Are bred might all have been combin'd in him Nor could Medusa's head had all the blood In one place faln produce a greater brood Whose speckled belly with more spots is deckt Than various Theban Marble takes Ennamell'd skin Which hissing from his den appears Amazing both at once the eyes and ears Fire from his threatning eyes like lightning shoâ— And Stygian blasts exhal'd from his dire throat Snow In silver flakes an heavenly wooll doth fall The feather'd rain The hoarie heaps The silver gray which shivering winter beaâ—s The falling showers congeal'd by freezing winds Cold down that makes the fields look old The drift wind shakes Black clouds in pâ—eces pulling plumie flâ—kes From their soft bosome Jove in a silver shower The watry fleece Snow periwigs the hills v. Winter Socrates He whom Apollo wisesâ— thought of men Sophroniscus prudent son The grave Philoâ—opher Whom the cold draught of hemlock forc'd to die Plato's great master The Masons learned son Xenocrates great master Instructor of the learned Xenophon The patient husband of the scolding wife Xantippes patient husband Whose Copper image Athens did adore Admiring dead whom they contemn'd before Who with convicting reasons did strike dumb Instructed by his great Daemonium All his opponents The Pagan Martyr Soft As the childhood of the Morn As the lust full bed Soft as young down Trim'd up and made for Queen Semiramis To whose soft seisure The cygnets down is haâ—sh and spirit of sence Hard as the plowmans hand Soft as the down of Sâ—vans Have you felt the wool of Beaver Or the nap of velvet ever Or the down of thistles These it doth excell as much 〈◊〉 the softnesse of the touch As they do urchins bristles â—â—ft as the airie plumes of thistly down â—oft as Euganean wooll Soft as the Ladies hand â—oft as the velvet hand of sleep â—s bath'd in the soft streams of Salmacis Of a yielding pliancy Soft as the pliant wax â—ofter far than tufts of unwrought silk â—ofter than Beavers skins Which when the hands do touch they find from thence â—â—ch pleasure they contract and lose all sâ—nce Soft as the balmie dew Soft as the hand of love Soft as the godded swan or Venus dove Soft as the down of Phoenix As cotton from the Indian tree Or prety silkworms huswiferâ— Sorrowfull v. Sad. Melancholy Setting forth in a darkned countenance a dolefull copie of his â—â—oughts and that he was going to speak Carrying in his countenance the evident marks of a sorrowfull â—eak mind supported by a weak body An heart full of unquiet motions â—â—king a piteous war with her faiâ— hair With such vehemency of passion as if his heart would climb up â—â—to his mouth to take his tongues office As if he were but the coffin to carry himself to his sepulcher Sâ—asoning his words with sighs A face wherein there lies Clusters of clouds which no calm ever clears Whose every gesture accused her of sorrow Inâ—ecting each thing she looks upon so with her griefs that all â—hings about her seem'd to mourn to see her In whose eyes sad discontentment sits Bearing a plurisie of griefs about her A living coffin to her cares In silent sorrow drown'd Excesse of sorrow scarce gives way To the relief of words Anchor'd down with cares in seas of woe A living coarse Suffering sorrow to dresse her self in her beauty Shunning all comfort she seem'd to have no delight but in â—â— king her self the picture of misery Bearing sorrows triumph in her heart His senses carried to his mind no delight from any of thâ— objects In the book of beauty nothing to be read but sorrow Sitting in such a gâ—vâ—n over manner one would have thoughâ— lence solitarinesse and melancholy were come under the ensâ— of mishap to conquer delight and drive him from his naturall â—â— of beauty Giving grief a free dominion A face whose skin 's in sorrow dy'd With a countenance witnessing she had before hand passed throâ—â— so many sorrows that she had no new to look for Sorrow melts down his lead into my boyling breast An heart as full of sorrow as the sea of sand Sits her down on the bare earth As her grief and sorrow were so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Could hold it up Grieving no lesse than did that Theban wife To see brave Hectors body robb'd of life Drawn by Theflaliâ—n hoâ—ses Whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars and makes them stand As wonder wounded hearers So Priam griev'd when â—e too late did find The Grecian horse with armed men was lin'd Sad Agamemnon had such eyes When he beheld his daughters sacrifice Distilling even th' Elixar and the spirit of tears And mov'd without a soul So swift Achilles lookt then when he sent His lov'd Briseis to Alcides tent Deep sorrow sat upon his eyes drown'd in discontent Whose heavy heart the height of sorrow crown'd Tears were but barren shadows to expresse The substance of his grief Vail'd with sorrows wing A heart as high in sorrow as ere creature wore And with a voice that floods from rocks might borrow That feels a tempest in his soul the soul eclipsed With a face as sad grief could paint wanting no art to borrow â—â—edlesse help to counterfeit a sorrow â—â—ing beneath the tyranny of grief â—â—ds still some pitying God 〈◊〉 him to marble â—â—aetontiades Niobe Orpheus for Euridice Andromache Hector and Astianax Egeus for Theseus supposed dead 〈◊〉 for her sons Daedalus for Icarus Progne â—â—gone leading her blind father Oedipus Autonoe for Actaeon â—â— compared with this sorrow deserve not the names of grief V. Miserable Tears Sighs Weep Souldier v. Valiant That layes his head â—â—aps on some rude turf and sadly feels â—â— nights cold damps wrapt in a sheet of steel Whose ears â—â—cted in the language of the drum â—â— chase brave employments with their naked sword â—â— march all day in massie steel the armed throng â—â— glory vying child of fame â—â— from deep wounds sucks forth an honour'd name â—â— thinks no purchase worth the stile of good â—â— what is sold for sweat and seal'd with blood â—â— for a point a blast of empty breath â—â—aunted gazeth in the face of death 〈◊〉 perfume their heads with dust and sweat Though his sword went faster than eye sight could follow it yet â—own judgement went still before it Wars dustie honours that 〈◊〉 â—â— by the genius of the camp â—â— husbandman of valour his sword the plough â—â—ming with more prints in his body than pence in his pocket â—â—t walks in clouds of powder and blue mists â—â—ead of wealthy bracelets on their wrists â—ear chain shot That in the field â—â— at a breach hath taken on his shield â—â— darts than Romane Sceva that hath spent â—ny a cold December in no tent â—â— such as earth and heaven make that hath been â—â—cept in iron plates not long time seen â—â—n whose body may be plainly told More wounds than his lank purse doth alms
deeds hold The twigs of the rod of war wherewith God scourgeth a want nation into repenâ—nce When the sword is once drawn he wisheth all scabbards cut in pieâ—â— Soul The heavenly spark the better part of man Of a fair lodging brighâ—er guest The bodies inmate The rationall and nobler part The bodies Tenant The best first part the Monarch of the breast The bodies best perfume Souls departed Spirits which have thrown away All their envious weights of clay And by their glorious troops supply The glorious winged Hierarchy Whom their great Creators sight Inebriateth with delight Spirits imparadised Freed souls Uncaged spirits Flidge souls that leave their shells Uncased unorganed unsheathed souls Ghosts repurified unhoused uncloathed souls That have put on the glistering Pall Of immortality That clothed be In garments wove of immortality Divorced infranchised refined souls That have put off their gowns of clay Harsh sound The bells in pestilence ne'r made like sound The croaking raven or the engendring toad The mandrakes shriek not half so harsh Killing accents No harsher news did ever strike the ear Heart-wounding news Sinking the soul with the report Where truth is worse than any forgeriâ— Where we may curse the mouth that doth not lie Where fame goes off with a most sad report Oh wound us not with sad a tale for bear To presse our grief too much we cannot hear This all at once such heavy news as these Must gently sink into us by degrees Let us digest This first then try our patience with the rest Practise us first in lighter griefs that we 〈◊〉 grow at last strong for this Tragedy 〈◊〉 it in whispers and uncertainty â— some new unauthoriz'd bâ—zze without â—â—ason or warrant to confirme our doubt South Where Auster vailes â—â—d heavens with clouds and earth with showers assails Sew The cunningest painter might have learn'd of her needle which â—â—h so pretty a manner made his careere to and froâ— through the â—â—h as if the needle would have been loth to have gone from such â—â—istresse but that it hoped to returne thitherward very quickly aâ—in the cloth looking with many eyes upon her and lovingly emâ—â—acing the wounds she gave it the shears were also at hand to beâ—â—d the silk that was grown too short And if at any time she 〈◊〉 it to her mouth to bite it off it seemed that where she had been â—â—g making roses with her hands she would in an instant make â—â—ses with hâ—r lips the lillies seemed rather to have whitenesse of â—e hand that made them than the matter they were made of and 〈◊〉 they grew there by the suns of her eyes refreshed by that aire â—hich an unawares sigh might bestow upon them Like artificial Gods creating flowers Sparke â—s fire his strength being wasted hides his head â—n the white ashes sleeping though not dead Who ever saw a dying sparke of fire â—â—ke in warme embers till some breath inspire â—â—orc't revival how obscure it lies And beeing blowne glimmers awhile and dies â—â—eping in his ashy bed Speake To breake the yeilding aire His tongue begun his taske His lipâ— he thus unlocks unsealâ— â—o present the aire with To saluâ—e the ears To cloath the thoughts in airy garments To forme a speech to shape a voice And wings gave to this speech To digest his thoughts in words As if a God did break The aire amongst us and vouâ—hsafe to speak He straight divides The portals of his lips and thus replâ—'d His lips such accents break To unseal the red virgin wax To break the bars of silence Open once more those rosie twins Opâ—ning the cherrie of her lips The conceptions of the mind discharge their birth Spider Industrious Spinster That weaves the waving tiffany That on high rafters layes her thin spun net To catch the buzzing flie That weaves her own Lawn hanging canopie Ingenious spinner twining with her feet What from her bowels comes Spinne To twine the carded wooll The carded wooll With following twine their busie fingers pull And with soft murmures draw the teased wool From their small spindles twerl the twining thread A Spring or Fountain Chrystall riverlings purl on the pebbles The lesser daughters of the sea Edged with poplar trees Where Chrystal springs do wooe the meeker ground And makes the pebbles dance unto their sound The Chrystall spring Got newly from the earths imprisoning The Chrystall current of the plains The water turns in many a ring As if it staid to hear the wood quire sing The water so transparent pure and clear That had the self enamour'd boy gaz'd here So fatally deceiv'd he had not been While he the bottome not his face had seen A Chrystall rill Gently diâ—burd'ned from a swelling hill Which from the green side of a flowry bank Eat down a channell where the wood nymphs drank That smileth as she floats And in her face so many dimples show And often skips as it did dancing go Whose fretful waves beating against the hill 〈◊〉 all the bottom with soft mutterings fill The murmuring brooke That wantons through the meadowes Sweet springs in which a thousand nimphes did play â—oft rumbling brooks that gentle slumber drew By whose falls â—elodious birds sing madrigalls â— babling spring that trips upon the stones â—nd with soft murmure rocks the sence asleepe The Christal Nymph The flowing deity â— bubling spring with streams as clear as glasse â—n chiding by enclos'd with matted grasse A Chrystal spring Presenting the impartial shapes of things The spring â—regnant with flowers now the spring Like a new bride appears â—hose feather'd musick only bring Caresses and no requiem sing On the departed year The earth like some rich wanton heire Whose parents conffind lie â—orgets it once lookt pale and bare And doth for vanities prepare As if spring nere would die â—hen temperate breath â—â—es to the glad fields truitful birth â—h ' enamour'd spring soft blushâ—s blowes Upon the roses cheeks The south inspires Life in the spring and gathers into quires The scaâ—ter'd nightingales Now th' astonisht spring â—ears in the aire the feather'd people sing The easie spring â—â—icht with odours wantons on the wing â—f th' Easterne wind â—â—ir Mistresse of the earth with garlands crown'd 〈◊〉 out her flowry wealth The trees put on their leavy hats Then glad earth gives new liveries to the trees When sturdy Aries ushers in the spring Now each creature joyes the other Passing happy dayes and houres One bird reports unto another In the fall of silver showers Whilst the earth our common mother Hath her bosome deckt with flowers Whilst the greatest tofch of heaven Wâ—th bright raies warmes Flora's lap Making nights and daies both even Chearing plants with fresher sap When proud pyde April drest in all his trim Hâ—th put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laught and leapt with him The summers front The foyzen of the year When nightingales do hush the silent night When nightingales do sing the sun asleepe And a wild
tongue made up of harmon Those ranks of orient pearls The pearlie pales That hedge of ivory The ivory bounders of the tongue The pearly row The ivory Precincts The double pearly guard of speech The pearl-pott cullis that adorns The two leav'd ruby gate The second sweetly fenced ward An heavenly dewed tongue to guard Natures shedding knives Temperate v. Abstemious Content with natures courtesie His feast but hungers banishment That ne'r refus'd The diet Curii and Camillus us'd Whose unbought cates please their unlearned throats That lives at natures cheap expence That feeds at natures charge Tempest The furious winds with one another scold Lightning is all our light and it rain'd more Than if the sun had drunk the sea before Darknesse lights elder brother his birthright Chain'd o'r this world and to heaven chas'd this light The seas are ruffled into billows Eurus stiffely blew And high wrought seas with chafing foamie grew The tossing seas appear to touch the skie And wrap their curls in clouds Ambitious seas to gloomie heaven ascend Sails suck the falling rain Showrs joyn with floods The assailing waves the vessel rock On every rising wave Death sits in triumph and presents a grave The giddy seas do whirl and pitchie clouds Obscure the skie The wild Ocean knows no shore â—e roaring surges rake the ratled shore â—s thrust their waves upon the groaning shore â—â—stle their backs and spit their angry foam The tempest raves â—oops from the clouds and cuffes the purple waves â—e destinies sat dancing on the waves â—â—see the wrastling winds with mutuall braves â—â—sume each other The waves do knit their brow â—he ruffled waves of the enraged sea Then every puffe of wind blows up a grave â—â—thin the bosome of the angry wave Neptune then gathered clouds up from the Land â—ighted the seas up snatcht ino his hand Is massie trident and aloft did tosse Of all the winds all storms he could ingrosse â—ll earth took into sea with clouds grim night â—ell tumbling headlong from the cope of light The East and south wind justled in the air â—oll'd waves before them With clouds did Jove heavens heightned fore head bind Then tyranniz'd the wrath of all the winds The floating ship was cuff'd from wave to wave Made the winds tennis ball â—uch was the tempest when Ulysses lost All his companions The waves and winds in mutinie O stempered waters Jove drives his flock of clouds The stormy tyranny of winds The Ship is made the scorn of sea and winds Winds quick winds up the waves the billows rise Dark clouds â—oll up and take day from our eyes With our laborious oaâ—s we ply Slice up the foam and sweep blew waves on high The bow backt waves tosse us up to the skie A storm whose blacknesse frights the sea Horrour in triumph rides upon the waves And all the furies from their gloomy caves Hovered upon our ship Where howling trenches of self-drowning waves And stormy gusts throw up untimely graves Where billows with white foam shew angry minds For not outroaring all the high rais'd winds The Dolphins that presage a coming storme Swiming on the waves to teach us none should dare Excepting fishes then to venture there When the distracted Ocean Swells to sedition and obeyes no law The stormes speak loud And the astonisht day doth turne to night The seas are rais'd so high That waves do hang like tears in the suns eye That we as in vast cataracts they fall Think that he weeps at natures funeral Such was the tempest in wich Caeser sayl'd In a small barke from Greece to Italy Proud billowes rise and war against the skies The waves in crooked furrowes flow As if that Aeolus and Neptune strove For the seas empery The threatning Ocean spends his swelling spight The tenth wave rears the ship The Porpoise dance upon the swelling wave Whilst every billow is her sisters grave The angry tumults of the sea and skies Aeolus lets loose his uncontrolled breath Whose language threatens nothing under death The rudder failes the ships at random driven The eye no object ownes but sea and heaven The heavens begin to roare As they would split the massie globe in sunder From those that live above to those live under The winds above rhe water underneath Joyn in rebellion and conspire death Each one becomes an Oratour for life Their hands are busie while their hearts despaire The waves With unresisted tyranny outbraves And threats to grapple with the darkened skies Whilst like to mooving mountains they arise From their distempered Ocean and assaile Heavens batlements High tides do flow Whose brackish waves do lash the broken shore Seas smooth back roll'd before with gentle breath In brissels set now spits her foamy wrath A pitchy storme wrapt up in swelling clouds â—â—ster clad in a cloak of clouds and lin'd â—â—â—h thunder mufiled up the heavens â—able aire so muffles up the skie â—â—at the sad sailers can no light descry 〈◊〉 if some beam break through their pitchy night â—s but dread flashing of the lightning's light â—â—d with their top-saile tilt up at the stars The sea doth rage and rore â—â—menacing to swallow up the shore The troubled waves in mighty mountains rise Threatning to spit their brine drops in their eyes The sea her billowes musters proudly up â—nd shoots them at the sun â—â— if all elements and all their power Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction The ship with main mast bores the moone The troubled billowes chasing with the shores The scolding winds â—ive up the knotty oakes Th' ambitious Ocean swells rageth and foams To be exalted with the threatning clouds The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds The wind shakt surge with high and monstrous main Seems to cast water on the burning bear And quench the guard of th'ever fixed pole â—â— never did like molestation view On the incensed flood Winds blow as if they meant to waken death The labouring bark climbes up vast hills of se as Olympus high and ducks again as low As hell's from heaven A water combate on the sea betweeen Two toaring angry boyling billowes how They march and meete and dash their curled brows Swelling like graves as if they did intend Tentombe each other ere the quarrel end Ulysses ships found not the seas more rough Nor the unhappy navy that from Troy Once with Aeneas sayl'd The sea is not more troubled than their breast All the tempestuous stars Their Constellations join and on them pour Their most malignant influence Sterope Artophylax The kids Hyades Orion Africus Notus Euroclydon Tempestuous winds V. Dunnes storm Sands Ovid. Metam Lib. 11. p. 379. Virgil. 1. book aâ—nexed p. 535. The frighted sea-calves sculk away and hide Their quivering heads within the swelling tide The crooked Dolphins bristle up their backs Amaz'd to hear such loud voic'd thunder cracks And all those massie whales that brush the seas Dive down for fear to find the Antipodes The juggling sea god trusting to no shape Nor any
transformation for escape Saddles his finny courser and doth fly Followed by all his scaly infantry Doris and her gray daughters shreeking tear From oft their heads their sea-green locks for fear And Mellicertus speedier doth fly Then when he fled his fathers cruelty His snorting sea horse Triton doth bestride Thrusting his shell-spurs in his brawny side c. Temporizers That shake hands with th' unworthy times Running with the current of the Sâ—ate A participle of the Present tense That danceth to the tune of fortune and studieth For nothing more than to keep time Terrour v. Fear Such terrour as when Jove his tresses shake And makes the earth and fixed stars though fixed shakes Such terrour as when Jove did drown the world Or Phaethon it burn Making every one to stand upon his guard And have a continuall larum bell in his ear Thanks v. Forms of Thanking To Thaw v. Melt To unknit unfetter unlock the ice The Pythian Knight Doth strip the mountains of their snowie lawns The crusted snow dissolves and all those veins Which frost had fettered up in Chrystall chains Are now dissolv'd Theseus Aegeus glorious seed Great Narathon resounds his praise For slaughter of the Cretan bull Vulcans seede By him glad Epidaure beheld to bleed Periphetes Savage Procrustes death Cephisia view'd Elusis Cercyons Scinis ill endued With strength so much abus'd who beeches bent And tortur'd bodies twixt their branches rent He slew If we his years should number with his acts His years would prove a cypher to his facts Ariadne's faithlesse spouse Tâ—at slew the monster of the Labyrinth And the Arthenians from their tribute freed Helens first ravisher Theeves Who dayly marke Those houses which they plunder in the darke Thetis v. Sea Waves Doris fair daughter Nereus fair issue The Queen of seas The Goddesse with the silver feet Fair Queen of waves Achilles beauteous mother The faire Queen of the liquid plains The powerful Lady of the sea Queen regent of the waves Out of whose spatious cisterne daily flow Refreshing streams which as they run do fill Earths duggs the hillocks so preserving still The infant grasse Faire pearle and glory of the sea Thighes The alabaster rocks Supporters of the beauteous frame Soft ivory pillars Well proportioned columnes The sister pillars of soft ivory Thinne Thin as burnt aire Thin as the starved chaps Thin as the unsubstantial ghosts Stretcht to an airy thinnesse Thirst v. Draught My tongue wants moysture and my jawes are dry Scarce is there way for speech Water to me were Nectar Such was Latona's when the Lycian clownes Denied her water No greater is the thirst of Tantalus Thought The still borne issue of the mind Silent discourse the quiet creatures of the soul Tenants of the heart Free inhabitants of the breast That know no prison Free borne issue of the mind That are not subject to an human law Nor but of God and conscience stand in aw The souls still language The minds parliament Thunder v. Lightning Joves hitting shafts Inevitable flame Joves trident Cyclopian darts shafts The vengefull flame He thunders and with hands that cannot erre Hurles lightning The three forkt shaft The breaking cloud rackt by the winds Hot from the cyclops anvile Aerial tumults The throwes and shrieking of the childbed cloud Whilst her hot issue from her cloven wombe Tears out a forced passage Loud Artilery of heaven Loud noises that torment the aire The voice Of angry heaven intrancing with its noise That rend th' amazed firmament and makes Th' affrighted rafters of the skie to shake The balling issue of the sulphury cloud That tears in peeces the wide cheeks of aire Joves fire-breathing horse Wherewith dull earth and wandering rivers quake Yea Stygian fens and horrid dwellings shake Of horrid Taenarus and Atlas bounds Heavens cholerick angry chiding language Heavens arrowes shot from the divided cloud The coughing hoarse barking of the skies Heavens chin-cough Clouds roaring conflicts from their breaches throw Darts of inevitable flames To Tie To knot manacle fetter gyve chain infetter lock Time The eternal clock Swift old dotard Which glides away with undiscovered hast And mocks our hopes The nimble aged syre Swift speedy time feathered with flying houres Whose constant course doth every thing devoure That doth unglosse the flourish set on youth And delves the paralels in beauties brow Whose slippery wheele doth play In humane causes with inconstant sway Motions swiftest measure The motion of the ever whirling wheele Devouring cormorant That common arbitratour The general invader That ever flying minute The moth of nature and of aâ—t Natures book worme The shop and mint of change The universal Justice that tries all things Untangler of all knots Who greedy to devoure His own and all that he brings forth Is eating every piece of houre Some object of the rarest worth Truths aged father The most abhorred Stratagems of night Lurking in cavernes from the glorious light By him perforce are from their dungeons hurld And shew'd as monsters to the wondering world Whose absence all the treasury of earth Cannot buy out Iâ—revocable time Not all The wealth or treasures of the earth recall One of his swift-wing'd minutes back The bald unbribed witnesse Timanthes The famous painter that allow'd no place For private sorow in a princes face Yet that his piece might not exceed belief He cast a veile upon supposed grief Tombe v. Grave The solitary vault The marble monument The guilded marble or the brazen leaves A stone to bear Witnesse that once we were The blind dark vault The chest Which harbours the pale ashes sad dust The vault were the sad ashes lie The coole vault The dark silent roome The monumental vault The melancholy chamber of the earth The marble where we are Slaves to the tyrant wormes Cold burthen of our ashes The gloomy cave That glorious trouble ore the grave The gorgeous pallace of the dead Sad entertainment of the grave The dead's embroydered clothes The sacred vault where ashes proudly dwell And dead as living do their pomp expresse In sumptuous tombes like gorgeous pallaces That sever the good fellowship of dust And spoile their meeting Unenvied mansions of the dead The gloomy house of death Deaths silent mansion That often perjur'd stone bearing a lying postscript Where none can bribe impartial wormes to spare Princes corrupt in marble Tongue The hearts Herald The thoughts Embassadour The minds interpreter The legate of the soul The best worst dish Great litle member That shapes the aire to words Mother of speech Toppe Summit crownet Torch Flaming pines sputtering flames oyly pines Pitchy tapers Torment Strapado rack martyr excruciate grate eate Torne Mangled minc'd scatter'd shatter'd shiver'd anatomiz'd Tower Turret arcenal cittadel Tragedian Whose angry muse doth in her buskins rage And her long tragick robe doth brush the stage Whose numbers thunder and whose quills Fresh drops of death at every word distill The 〈◊〉 of Melpomene Traveller The curious exile Expert in all but home Cosmography
That hath seen much but can discourse of more And with a pretty bold authority Challenge belief even when he tells a lie Trees v. Shade The shady screens The leavy covertures The birds leavy cage With bushy crowns and leavy hats Whose curled tops deny the heavens great eye To see the stock they were maintained by The standarts of the woods Muff'd with hoary mosse Under whose shade the Nightingale would bring Her chirping young and teach them how to sing The woods most sad musitians thither hie As if 't had been the Muses Castalie And warbled forth such elegiack strains As struck the winds dumbe That stretcht their branching armes That give a welcome shelter to the beasts When scorching summer them with heat infests Tremble v. Quake Fear She trembles like a lambe snatcht from the fangs Of some fell wolfe that dreads her former pangs Or as a dove who on her feathers bears Her bloods fresh streams and late felt talons fears So trembled Philomele in Tereus armes When she perceiv'd her now approaching harmes Like shaking corne which waveth with the wind And like a misshap'd letter I do stand Which hath been written with a trembling hand As the sea trembles when light winds do blow Oâ— waving aspes Triton Whose shrill shell-trumpet seas and shores do hear His snorting sea-horse doth bestride Thrusting his shell spurs in his brawny side The scaly herald of the sea Whose shells loud blast Blew floods affright his figure to his wast Presents a man the rest a fish before His monstrous breast the foaming furges roare Neptunes blew brother Triumph The laurel crownes their browes they Io sing And to the captiol their trophies bring In ivory chariot rides The glorious wardrobe of the victors show High pallaces are now with garlands dight And smoking incense turnes the day to night Now the white victimes by the axe are slain And with their purple blood the pavements stain The captive kings more to encrease the show Before the plumed horse do chained goe The subjâ—cts by loud shouts their love do shew Whilst all the way with sweetest flowers they strew The Vâ—ctors Temple crown'd with verdant baies The souldiers singing Io to his praise While in his ivory chariot drawn he goes Into the temple v. May's continuation of Lucan lib. 5. Troy Pâ—iams unhappy town The ancient city of Laomedon Ten years assaulted by the angry Greeks Laomedons rich city The God-built city Whose walls were built by the sweet harmony Of Phaebus harp Hectors native towne Unhappy Pergamus Distressed Ilium True Unquestioned as an oracle Undoubted verity True as the voice of Jove The Pythia from the tripos never gave A truer answer When this is false then truth it self may ly Trumpet The martial trumpet gives the bloody sound That gived the cruel noise The tragical Alarme A trumpetter is a man whose profession is not so worthy as to occasion insolence and yet no man so puft up His face is as brazen as his tumpet He is somewhat in the nature of a hogshead shrillest when he is empty No man proves life more to be a blast or himself a bubble and he is like a counterfeit bankrupt thrives best when he is blown up Truth Times eldest daughter Times wonted off-spring Upon her head she wears a crown of stars Through which her orient haire waves to her wast By which believing mortals hold her fast And in those golden cords are carried even Till with her breath she blowes them up to heaven She wears a robe enchast with eagles eyes To signifie her sight in mysteries Upon each shoulder sits a milk white dove And at her feet do witty serpents move Her spacious armes do reach from east to west And you may see her heart shine through her breast Her right hand holds a sun with burning raies Her left a curious bunch of golden keyes With which heavens gates she opens and displaies A chrystal mirrour hangeth at her breast By whâ—ch mens consciences are searcht and drest In her coach wheele Hypocrisie lies rackt And squinteyed slander with vain glory backt Her bright eyes burn to dust in which shines fate An Angel Ushers her triumphant gate Whilst with her fingers fans of stars she twists And with them beats back errour clad in mists Eternal unity behind her shines That fire and water earth and aire combines Her voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill Which bids all sounds in heaven and earth be still Turnings Meâ—nders writhings wheelings windings esses maâ—es whirâ—ings whiskings Twilight v. Evening Now to the day succeeds that doubtful light Which neither can be called day nor night The wavering light The doubtfull close of day Nor had night spread Her sable mantle yet though day was flâ—d That part of day in which we might Not speak a falsehood though we call'd it night Tyrant Whose law is will By which they governe spoile and kill That knowes no bounds but makes his powers his shores Themselves esteeme Made for themselves and all the world for them Whilst heavens great law given for their guide appears Just and unjust but as it waits on theirs Scruing up the pins of power too high Not cutting but ravelling out mens lives He seldome sleeps soundly having blood for his bolster His fancy presents him with strange masques Wherein only feinds and furies are actors The fright awakes him and he is no sooner glad that it was a dream but fears it is propheticall Having lived in other mens blood he commonly dies in his owne As if he had a quarrel at all mankind killing all he comes near Who what they cannot gain By fairer language Tarquin like constrain That can what soere he wills wills what he can To whom it is enough to be guilty to have power to be guilty Wanton cruelty knowing no Horizon Punishing not so much for hate or anger as because he felt not the smart of punishment Pleasing themselves in making others wrack the effect of their power Whose liking was his justice Sporting themselves in pains and making others praiers the argument of their victories Disdaining to obey any thing but his passion which he calls his mind Observing no formality but what passion suggests To whom the eloquence of hatred hath given revenge the face of delight Able to teach Tiberius craft and Nero cruelty His will is his God and power his law A man that can be as ill as he lists And loves to be as ill as he can and as much as any advancement can be got by it The red eyes of strain'd authority That with their humour onely can comply He keeps a constant kennell of blood hounds To accuse whom he pleaseth which will depose more than men an suppose He leaves nothing to his poor subjects they can call their own but their miseries Dancing pleasantly at the dolefull Dirty of dying groans Like Devils in flesh antidate hell in inventing torments Epicurising on poor mens pains Killing men for their wealth â—s the
for to divide his year Making with time his gamesome pastimes try Whether could show gretter variety That revel out the nights In dalliance and the day in loose delights Vsurer v. Covetous That undoes those he hath most interest in You are least beholding to him when you are most obliged and he is lesse your friend for the multitude of his courtesies Sits brooding ore his bags And measures time by counting of his gold Vulcan The famous fiery Artisan The president of fire The crook leg'd God Venus lame husband The cripple God The sooty blacksmith God Lemnian God that in his fiery shop Hammers out thunderbolts on Aetna's top The God whose face is smudg'd with smoke and fire The God with collied cheeks and sooty beard The poultfoot God Aetna's limping smith The white arm'd Goddesse sooty son Slow pac't God Vulgar The many headed beast The unconceiving crue The shallow headed weak brain'd multitude Lay-understandings Lowest dreggs of men Uncertain tide of people Unlearned throng Illiterate croud The giddy headed swarme Humorous tumults Frantick company Which like so many empty pitchers may By the lugg'd ears be carried any way W. Wander Rove roame range randome vagary gadde flitt which run a planetary motion By wandering stars and not by compasse sayle Ulysses did not wander more from â—thaca That have no certain station War The sulphurous breath of war All destroying fury Where drums and trumpets and loud canons talke In an affrighting language Neglected plowes want labouring hands Janus gate stands ope Death haâ—h his plenteous harvest The souldiers throng'd could scarcely wield at all Their killing hands the slain could hardly fall Supported so the number did oppresse The dying people and dead carcasses Encreast the slaughter falling heavily On living bodies Where stand the groves of spears Three sisters spedy hands cannot suffice For breaking threads hath tyr'd the destmies When now the horse came prancing nigh The ground did shake and clouds of dust did fly As great as Thracian whirlewin is blow about Ore the skies cover'd face and darknesse wrought Shrill cornets then began the aire to wound Th' alarums beat and all the trumpets sound The noise and shout of souldlers pierce the slâ—â—e Poor souldiers stand with fear of death dead struck All hands are bath'd in blood And with a purple stream the thirsty soyle Oreflow'd where all besmear'd in blood there lies A throng of carkasses wose livelesse eyes Are clos'd with dust and death In a well ordered body stood Erected pikes like a young leavelesse wood Where drums and trumpets give such fearful sounds As they would shake the clouds unto the ground Each body seem'd but as a sheath For his next neighbours sword Where an ounce of honour costs a pound of blood Where dead and wounded pave the bloody field Strew'd with the slaughter'd carkasses Where brandisht ensignes seem to brave the day Where in one shrick another shriek is drown'd And blood for blood incessantly doth call From the wide mouth of many a gaping wound Where drums and trumpets do awake the day Muffled in mists Where the blunted sword Doth rather break than wound Cloying the greedy jawes of death The conquer'd field sown round with carkasses There they fell And made their clashing armour ring their knell The crimson pathes of war pav'd all with corps The bloody harvest where whole threaves of men The reaping sword sythes down Where men are drown'd in showers of darts Shafty armed clouds Steele-glistering spears the very fields affright And all the camp seems fir'd with armour bright Where towers Prostrate themselves before the iron showers Where is spent Many a cold December with no tent But such as earth and heaven makes The rugged paths which those men tread Which with a barbarous pride reckon the dead And thence their glories number Where runs the scarlet flood Dogged war bristles his angry crest And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace Thousands like sacrifices in their trim Unto the fire-eyed maid of smoaky war All hot and bleeding do they offer up And mailed Mars doth on his altar sit Up to the ears in blood The naked infants spitted on the pikes The wounded steeds Fret fetlock deepe in gore and with wild rage Yerk out their armed heeles at their dead masters Killing them twice and tread a quagmire made Of mangled brains No blow is dealt that leaves not death behind it Where friends depart and never bid farewell Where dying mouths do gaspe forth purple breath Blades imbrued In rivers sprung from hearts Now horse to horse and man is joyn'd to man So strictly that the souldiers scarcely can Their adversaries from their fellowes know The grassie pavements stood All moated over with a crimson flood War that blood sucking cormorant From batter'd caskes with every envious blow The scatter'd plumes fly loosely here and there Which in the aire doth seeme as drifts of snow Which every light breath on his wings doth bear The child of malice and revengeful hate That impious good and good impiety Warme their cold swords in blood of enemies So thick their blowes No wound one sword unto the other owes War whose angry feet shake towns and towers asunder An iron cloud heavens angry face doth hide There stood A mount of bodies in a moat of blood The dikes ore fill'd with slaughter while the blood Of men and horses make one purple flood As if in nature they had been the same And from the wounds of slaughter'd Centaures came Each one plies deaths fatal taske the swords sad work Pikes bills and darts seem'd as they stir'd or stood A mooving forrest or a standing wood Drowning their swords in blood Striking so thick as if that every blow would fain have been foremost Making the earth to groan under their furious burthens The horses angry in their masters anger with love and obedience brought forth the effects of hate and resistance and with winds of servitude did as if they affected glor The earth wont to bury the dead is now it selfe buried with deabodies In one place lay disinherited heads dispossest of their natural seigniories there lay armes whose fingers yet mooved as if they would feele for him that made them feele and legs which contrary to common reason were made heavier by being discharg'd of their burthens Many first overthrown had the comfort to see their murtherers over run them to Charons ferry Where terrour was dect so bravely that the eye With delight had scarce leisure to be afraid Where each sword makes spatious roome before it Like a wanton rich man that throwes down his neighbours house to make himself the better prospect The horses with open nostrills breath war ere they can see an enemy and now up with one legge then with another seeming to complain of nature that she had made them any thing earthy Their swords like cannons battering down the walls of their armour making breaches almost in every place for troops of wounds to enter The bloody armour
the accounts of all good men To make him more culpable than he is were but to cast inke on an Aethiops face Oh for a name Were bad enough but all expâ—ession's lame A man of that stupendious composition He seems made up of the worst of all extremities Whose ill is grown to such a height It makes the earth groan to support his weight The quintessence and abstract of all evill Clothed in flesh to play the closer Devill Incarnate Devill Devill in hose and doublet Whose shame even hoarse with age black fame shal ring And after times with horrour shall distract And by recounting of so vile an act Mortality so much astonishing Make them account their wickednesse scarce sin To that which long before their time hath been That know no God more mighty than their mischief Of the most wicked disposition that ever infected the aire with his breath Sâ—ts fires on barnes and hay-stacks in the night And bids the owners quench them with their tears That dâ—g up dead men from their quiet graves And set them upright at their dear friends doores Even when their sorrowes almost were forgot Not clean enough to spit on A man that is the abstract of all faults That all men follow The impostume of all corruptions Who all things on the earth amends By beeing worse than they A disposition would turne charity it self into hate That pursue Deeds After which no mischief can be new Who is no lesse Than the perfection of all wickednesse The Stigian Quintessence The Devils Enchiridion In one the monster of all wicked men None speak his name but spit after it for fear of being poyson'd The type of basenesse To whom vice is so proper that it seems to grudge any man the practise of it but himself To whom murthers are but resolute acts and treasons matters of great consequence The Devills factoâ—r for all wickednesse An honest man can neither see him nor speak of him without a blush v. Wicked Foole. Voluptuous Formes of protesting By all the oathes sacred religion knowes By all oathes made in reverential fear Of heaven and her inhabitants By your self that is by all that 's good By Styxes muddy peacelesse spring the fear And only sacred oath the Gods do know By all the floods infernal here I swear An oath whose breach the very Gods forbear Pronounce me guilty of a blacker crime Than ere in the large volume writ by time The sad historian reads of By those chast lamps that yeild a silent light On the cold urnes of virgins By that night Which guilty of no crime doth only hear The vowes of recluse Nuns and Anchorites praier And by thy chaster selfe Now by my fathers ashes do I swear Of whom a reverend memory I bear By the sad ashes of my sleeping father By dreadful Styx by which the Gods Nere swear and break their vow By my best comforts By the honour of my fathers herse By the black brook of hell As there comes lights from heaven words from breath As there is sence in truth and truth in vertue By Cupids strongest bow By the best arrow with the golden head By the simplicity of Venus Doves By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves And by that fire that burnt the Carthage Queen When the false Trojan under saile was seen By all the vowes that ever men have broke By all the Gods that ever men invoke By all the virgin roses of the spring By maid-hood honour truth and every thing By innocence I swear and by my youth By all that 's sacred and can make an oath By all that 's sworn by divine and humane Now by these burning tapers of the skie Now by the sacred radiance of the sun By all the operations of the heaven Now by yond marble heaven In the due reverence of a sacred vow I do engage my words So help me every spirit sanctified By earth and sea and Stigian Gods I swear V Gods Heaven Sun Moone Stars Formes of Conjuring or Beseeching I conjure thee by all the charmes that love can teach By all the rites of love I thee conjure By those fair eyes that haue enthralled mine And by that all-alluring face of thine So may thy growing fruit survive the frost Nor ripening by the rapefull winds be lost By that happy woman that bare thee by all the joyes of thy heart and successe of thy desires By what more dear a better proposer could charge you with all By your faire beautie for if Persians may Swear by their sun I well may swear by that By all that 's vertuous By all that you hold dear By the sad ashes of your sleeping father By the lov'd memory of all your ancestors By the honour of thy fathers herse I desire you by all that 's sacred Formes of giving Thanks No word Breathes through my lips that doth not thanks afford I could afford To melt my self in thanks A benefit I have received from you never to be forgotten but with ungratefulnesse Which whensoever I remember without due thanks I shal forget all gratitude I must repay you with the uncurrent coine of thankes out of the exchequer of the poore You have anticipated all that I intended to say and have not left for me in all rhetorick either complements or commendations to returne you This is to enforce ingratitude by excesse of obligation and to reduce me to a necessity of being indebted to you after I am dead Gratefulnesse is the poor mans vertue and seeing I cannot be liberal I will indeavour at least not to be unmindfull If there be a vice opposite to ungratefullnesse in the excesse of gratitude your many favours would drive me into it Requitall were presumption and you may Call me ungratefull when I strive to pay All thanks are so due that the greatest scarce can excuse from ingratitude Your favours and benefits to me are so much above my merit that they are even above my gratitude if that were to be judged by words that must expresse it The swiftest wing of recompence is slow to overtake your favours My life wants worth to repay your favours This dicourtesie alone your favours have done me that I shall be forc'd to live and die ungratefull You could not be unhappy could either my wishes praiers or power make you fortunate When my pen-feather'd Muse hath learn'd to soar And gotten wings as well as feet look then For equal thanks from my unwearied pen. I cannot think of your courtesies without sighing at the sense of innability to repay and blushing that I must needs how thankful soâ—'â— I am at least appear ingratefull I should be ready upon all occasions to give you thanks did not the Consideration of the greatnesse of my Debt make me desperate Sir there is nothing you possesse you may use more freely than my self so much hath your courtesit purchased me yours There is none hath a more ample interest in my love Nor any have a
lodging nigher to my heart My uttermost ambition and endeavour is to climb to those deserts may give me the name of your thankful servant No creature bears life Which more faithfullie studies to do you service I am so far beneath the riches of your merits it can be no honour to your name to rank me in the number of your servants The least words you speak I receive with as much reverence as an absolute and unresistable commandement You have given so great testimonies of your love to me that iâ— I should not have a due resentment of them It were fit I lost my memory I cannot forget your favours without forfeiting my right to a memory You have so absolutely acquired me yours as you have left me no liberty to do what I desire when there is any question of performing your pleasure There 's nothing that my sence can reach That doth not some way me my duty teach Eevery object me thinks upbraids my ingratitude Hâ—d I as many tongues c. V. Many unspeakable My gratitude to you is as necessary as my being and I can sooner cease to be than to be unthankfull If you expect thanks worthy your favours I beseech you afford me the terms I may repeat after you for your satisfaction For I confesse my incapacity to expresse the resentment your obligations cause in me V. Forms of concluding Letters Forms of blessing or wishing well All the dear joyes here and above hereafter Crown thy fair soul May sick men if they have your wish be well And heaven hate those you curse Prosperity be your page Successe crown all your actions Good fortune by your lacquey and wait upon you The best wishes your thoughts can forge be your servants and attend you May each day better others happinesse May each sun shine with a new blessing on you Untill the heavens envying earth's good hap Give you immortal honour So live on earth that heaven may thee desire Yet slowly to the expecting stars aspire May you carve out your fortune to your wish Safety and honour alwayes attend you May heaven empty her storehouse of blessings upon you V. Happy Forms of cursing or wishing ill Mischief and sorrow go along with you Hearts discontent and sour affliction Be playfellows to keep you company May poyson be their drink Gall worse than gall the dainties that they tast Their sweetest shade a grove of Cypresse trees Thir chiefest prospects murdering Basilsks Their softest touch as smart as lizards stings Their Musick frightfull as the adders â—isse And boding shriech owls make the consort full All the foul terrours in dark seated hell All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks And mine to boot dart on thee The gods send thee not death the common plague but feeling after death May thy curse equall thy merits and the Devils malice be glutted in thy misery May heaven create a new puinshment in hell for thee alone as conceiving all the degrees there already heaped together too little for thy wickednesse The ravenous Vulture tear his breast The rolling stone disturb his rest Let him next feel Ixions wheel And adde one fable more To lying Poets store May he be whatsoever rage and malice wish V. Miserable Vnhappy Forms of blessing times and dayes That blessed night that mild aspected hour Shall consecrated evermore remain What gentle Planet in that hour remain It shall be happy in the birth of men Which was chief Lord of the Ascendent then With whiter wooll be clad the day It shall be marked with the whitest stone The sun shall shine upon that happy day And ever crown it with a glorious ray This happy day Shall be to after times their Epocha And whâ—n reckon up the summe of blisse They shall wish all their dayes to be like this And may there on that day for ever be A Rubrick set to all eternitie The golden number light upon that day Not any moments are More sainted in Fames happy Calendare Nor shall that happy day for ever lack Its worth in fames eternal Almanack Which none shall read but straight their losse deplore And blame the fates they were not born before To see this day Times last annals eternize that day Forms of cursing dayes and times O let that day be guilty of all sin That is to come or heretofore hath been From his unnumbred hours let time divide it Lest in his minutes he should hap to find it Or let him on his brows for ever wear it That when he comes all other dayes may fear it And the ill-boding Planets by consent That day hold ever their sad Parliament Be it in heavens decree enrolled thus Black fatal dismall inauspicious O let that day be ever banish't far And quite expung'd from times great Calendar Succeeding years as they their circuit go Leap o'r this day as the sad time of woe May the unwearied sun for ever shroud This day his face within some dismall cloud And when the Morn shall bring its dawning light May it be strangled in eternall night When this day yearly comes let every one Throw in their urn their sad and blackest stone Let never bird that cuts the air with wing Except the owl be this day heard to sing Let clouds and darknesse dwell upon that day Unblest for ever by Sols chearing ray Let all men curse it let it ne'r appear Amongst those dayes that consummate the year Let mirth and joy be banish't from that day May it its course and curst succession lack Nor have a name in any Almanack Let that day be bound In clouds of pitch nor walk th' Aethaerean round Let not God write it in the roll of dayes Nor let the sun restore it with his rayes May plagues and famine and the worst of fate Light on that day may universall hate Make it by all detested may all unhappy stars Conjoyn their most malignant influence And then extract the subtle quintessence And throw it on this day Let the eclipsed Moon her throne resigne Instead of stars let blazing Meteors shine Let deaths dark shade involve no light appear But dreadfull lightnings it s own horrour fear Be it the first of miseries to all Or last of life defam'd for funerall O be that dismall night for ever blind Lost in it self nor to the day rejoyn'd Nor numbred in the swift circumference Of months and years but vanish in offence O let it sad and solitary prove No sprightly musick hear nor songs of love Let wandring Apparitions then affright The trembling Bride and quench the nuptiall light Forms of breaking off But as in cutting up a man that 's dead The body will not last out to have read On every part and therefore men direct Their speech to parts that are of most effect So But like a winters day I must make amends for my unpleasantnesse in my shortnesse therfore c. Day would expire E'r all were told and would your patience tire Should I from their originall Our
shew how all things were created first V. Hom. Odys Calipso's vâ—ile Dubartas Eden V. Brownes Pastor lib. 2. song 3. Sad Melancholy place The thick growne briar And prickled haw-thorne woven all entire Together clunge and barr'd the gladsome light From any entrance â—itting only night All overgrowne with mosse as nature sate To entertain grief with a cloth of state Bâ—fore the doore to hinder Phoebus view A shady box-tree grasped with a yeugh As in the place behalfe they menac'd war Against the radiance of each sparkling star A place as wofull as my verse A stage made for some wofull Tragedy Where none do tread Except the ghosts of the disturbed dead Where the trees answer to the sighing aire A charnel house All cover'd ore with dead mens ratling bones With reekie shanks and yellow chaplesse sculls A gloomy vale Wrapt with unpleasant shades of yeugh And cypresse sprung from Lovers grave On which the croaking raven with other birds Of night do sit and hollow their sad accents Such as may fitly sympathize with mourning A murmuâ—ing brook of wronged virgins tears A bed of mosse â—â—hered from vaults and charnel houses where â—â—e dead inhabit An uncouth cell â—â—ere brooding darknesse spreads his jealous wings â—â—d the night raven sings Detested vaile â—â— trees though summer yet forloâ—ne and lean â—â—â—come with mosse and balefull missiltoe â—â—e never shines the sun here nothing breeds â—â—lesse the nightly owâ—e or fâ—â—al raven â—â— thousand feinds a thousand hissing snakes 〈◊〉 thousand swelling toads as many urchins â—â—ich make make such fearful and confused cries â—â— any mortall body hearing it â—ould strait fall 〈◊〉 or else dye presently â—â— Grove Cave Darke Silent Plague 〈◊〉 growes the time nor with her wonted chear Or usual dressing â—oâ—h the spring appear â—o cleansing gale of Zephyr mooves the aire â—hile rising foggs obscure the welkin faire â—ithout his showers contagioâ—s Auster blowes â—â—d painted summer no kind fruit bestowes â—or does the sun as yet inflam'd with ire â—â—nd down that wholsome and prolifick fire â—e us'd to do but beams of mortal heat â—nd from the bosome of the twins as great Combustion kindles here as if he then â—â—on the Nemean Lyons back had been â—ithin the farthest easterne lands from whence â—hy breakes breaks forth the fâ—â—al pestilence â—s if with rising Titan it begun â—nd follow'd thence the moâ—ion of the sun â—o Europe then doth hot contagin flie â—â—ing through every part of Italy Death apace â—â— his pale chariot sides through all the land â—o age nor sex escapeâ— his vengefull hand â—oung men in prime of all their strength are stâ—â—ck â—nd yeild the sucking in â—ant whâ—t he took â—â—om nature soonâ—s summoned to repâ—â— â—â—om those soft limbes untimely â—leeâ—s away The new-come soul before it can be growne Acquainted with the tender mansion The aged man not because aged goes But only cause he had a life to loose The mourning grave becomes a marriage bed To brauteous maides preposterously dead One father wailes his son another all His houshold carries in one funeral And for so many debts one mourning serves If one be left to mourne no care preserves Nor antidote can save from this disease Their greatest hope is but to die in peace For oft the fiety sicknesse did invade Reasons coole seat and there prevailing made A strange distraction worse than losse of breath For which their friends wisht as a cure their death The face oft burn'd no moisture had the eye Nor could by tears expresse their misery Some while their dearest friends they do intombe Before that pious office done become Themselves a funeral death makes him to be An herse that came a mourning obsequie Nor doth this venemous contagion Worke the destruction of mankind alone The sheep and caâ—tel perish as if growne On earth quite uselesse since the men are gone Wastly the lawnes the fields of tillage now Aâ—e desolaâ—e while the forsaken plow Nor men nor cattel scarce can exercise Tâ—e oxe in midst of all his labour dies And leaves behind his mourning fellow now Dismist from toyle and service of the plow Who takes no comfort now in shady woods In flowry meadowes or clear Chrystal floods That destiny allots for him remains Although at rest the warlick horse disdaines The pleasant streames and sick forgetteth quite His food and th' honour of a race or fight Even roads and vipers die acquainted growne With venome far more mortal than thier owne Doggs oxen sheepe and savage beasts first die No birds can from the swift infection â—lie â—d swains amazed see their oxen shrinke â—â—ath the yoke and in the furtowes sinke â—â—e fleecie flock with anguish faintly beat â—â—t fall their wool and pine away with heate â—â— generous horse that from the race of late â—â—n'd with honour now degenerates â—indfull of the glory of his prize â—â—nes at his manger and there deedlesse dies â—e bore forgets his rage swift feet now faile â—he Hart no bears the horned heard assaile â—l languish woods fields paths no longer bare â—â— filâ—'d with carkasses that stench the aire â—â—h neither dogges nor greedy fowle how much â—be admired nor hoary wolves would touch â—â— raves the plague amongst our country swains â—â—w in our large and populous city raignes â—â— first their bowels broyle with fervour stretcht â—â— symptomes rednesse hot wind hardly feâ—cht Their furr'd tongues swel their dry jaws gasp for breath â—â—d with the aire inhale a swifter death â—ane could endure or coverture or bed â—â— on the stones their panting bodies spread â—old stones could no wayeâ— mitigâ—te that hear â—â— they beneath those burning burthens sweat â—one cure attempt the sterne disease invades The heartlesse Leech nor Art her authour aides The near ally'd whose care the sick attends â—â— themselves and dye before their friends â—f remedy they see no hope at all â—â— only in approaching funeral Thâ—ee sisters speedy hands cannot suffice â—or breaking threads hath tyâ—'d the destinies â—ly â—â—tians skill himselfe doth still engage Unto the hallow'd ground The â—owling widow hâ—ugh she lov'd him dear â—â— darâ—â— not follow her dead husbands biear V. May's Edward 3. lib 4. V. Seneca's Tragedies Oedipus Act. 1. Planets v. Stars The swimming Islands of the heavens The wandering lampes The rolling seaven 〈◊〉 Jupiter Mars Sol Venus Mercury Luna The wandering spangles of the skie The floating stars Please Nothing can strike the roving fancy more Nothing presents delight In suller measure Satisfie a curious desire Correspondent to the wish Tickling the wanton fancy Such joy it gives as when soft pleasure warmes Joves melâ—iâ—g bosome swath'd in Venus armes Pleiades The seven Atlantick Nymphes Sterope's bright heard Atlas bright daughters Whose rising bring The wealthy pleasures of the painted spring Pleione's issue The watry powers Whose rising melts the clouds to dropping showers Plow To rend the gleabe with crooked plough To cheveron the ground in ridged hills The plowshare ripâ— his mothers wombe To give the aged seed a living tombe To lance