their dores to dare VVhat may we doe when over vs doth raigne A kingly King and one Realme made of twaine If ever therefore twixt our Fathers were That now are rakt in dust cause to complaine Let it be rakt with them for wee are cleere From wronging each and each to other deere Both subiect to one Soveraigne then draw wee Togeather kindlie in subiections Yoke God and our King will ioy if wee agree But greive if we each other shal provoke And make vs feele their wrathes resistlesse stroke Then dwell in our harts for ioyes cordiall VVhich nothing but your sorowes can revoke Haue made them large ynough to hould you all And lend vs yours to doe the like withall Call for them when yee will they shal be yours Togither with the Tenaâ—nts harbred there But take our harts for now they are not oures But yours for ever let vs then ende ere Vs to you ever who are to vs deere My voice though base to highest Concord tends Then t is in tune I trust to ev'ry Eare If it be harsh my hart shall make amendes For it doth relish Loue which nere offends Then weigh our Prince our Peace with Vprightnesse And presse him to no more then that will way For if not too perverse we must confesse Our best requests sometimes may haue a nay For better ends which he may not bewray It is no ease for one two friends to please VVhen both perhapps doe but for one thing praie Then die ô die ere once him so displease As to vrge that that may his hart disease O that I had a Soule-enchanting Tongue That with an Eare-bewitching violence I might persuade to all that doth belong To perfect Loue and true obedience Sith our felicitie must flow from thence If so it be then nought the VVill can moue To loue if obiects of such excellence cannot allure the Mind and Will to loue As the felicitie which now we prove Our King comes not to our late barren Crowne Himselfe alone but brings a fruitfull Queene And Englands comfortes children of their owne By which the state ay stablisht may be seene Then blest are wee if ere wee blest haue beene O let vs then blesse him whose blessednesse Hath when our sinnes expected sorrowes keene Preserv'd vs both from warres and wretchednesse And let vs loue in Soule and singlenesse Giue vs your Daughters and take ours in marage That Blouds so mixte may make one flesh and bloud We will not yours then doe not ours disparage But ballance all by woorth and Liuely-hood By Vertue Beauty and what ere is good Each bend his wittes and all his industrie To make all one in body minde and mood Then God will blesse all bent to vnity And plunge vs all in all felicity If Concord makes of weake most mightie things And Discord of most mightie things most fraile If subiects peace and glorie be the Kings And their Disgrace and strife his disâ—vaile Then ô let my weake words strongly prevaile To strongest peace that makes weak'st weaknesse strong Then nought shall dare our daring peace t'assaile But we shall right th' oppressed Neighbours wronge And make them holde their owne as we doe longe As when a humane-flesh-fedd Caniball Hath singled out some weakling for a Pray And by the power of some Knight armed all Is sker'd at point to feede with skath away So from th' opprest we shall oppressors fray And be as Gods Liuetenants heere belo To see his highest iustice done each way That Heau'n by vs may make the Earth to kno We are Heau'n holpe to helpe all wronged so Whiles Myne and Thyne did disvnite our Crownes Two things for which the Sire and sonne will iarre There was some cause sometimes of secret frownes That ended too too oft with open warre But now both We and They vnited are And surely to sustaine that double Crowne Fiue Proppes we haue Ambition so to barre Made of each others substance so our owne Then what remaines but still to loue as One. The Lion to the Dragon 's reconcil'd That whilome did vpon each other feede Ierusalem hath David erst exild Free denized King proclaim'd with speede Whose Members dance for ioy of that iust deedâ— Hir King is now according to his Hart VVhich with saue goodnesse nothing is agreedâ— He is a King in all and in earth part By bloud without bloud Nature Minde and Arte. Fortune that crost the will and worke of Nature For many yeares hath now made her amends By making vs as we are one in nature And of vnfaithfull foes most faithfull friends That Hand on whose direction all depends Disposing Crownes and Kingdomes as it lists Hath made vs one I hope for endlesse endes Then curst be he that Heau'n herein resists And blest be him that it therein assists And though I be no Seer yet let mee Out of my darke foresight in things future Speake like a Seer that can snch things see That may be seene without the seeing pow'r And their like seene of blind men ev'ry howr If sinne crosse not the course of Heau'n herein Our Land that flowes with Hony Milke and Floure Shall be an Earthlie Paradice wherein Plentie and Peace shall woo from and to sinne But Plenty like an Eaue-enticing Snake Shall tempt vs with the Eye-delighting frute Of all voluptuousnes which if wee take There is a powr that can our fortunes sute VVith Adams when hee Eadâ—â— was cast out And with stil-sweating sorrow-furrowed Browes To liue or begge or starve if we be mute For nought hath roote so fast or gaily growes But Heaâ—â—nâ— least puffe extirpes and overthrowes O t is perfection next to that of Gods When Men are compast with all sensuall sweetes Then then to make the Will to know the odds Betwixt that sweete that lasts and this that fleetes And so restraine harts ioy when pleasure greetes An abiect Slaue will glutt his greedie Maw VVith what so ere his Sense with sweete regreetes If he can snatch it but great Myndes withdraw Their Wills from such base blisse by Glories law A Beare will breake her Belly if shee may So hoony be the meane to doe the deede And so will Men-beares doe as well as thay If they catch hoonied sweetes themselues to feede VVho make it their Minds laboure onely meede Basse humane Beasts how senselesse is your â—ense That will gainst sense and Reason so exceede Base is your minde worse your intelligence Odious to God and vnto Men offence If Landes are saide to flourish and reioyce Vnder new Kinges though oft worse then the old How may this Land as if shee had made choise Of hir Liege Lord that now the same doth hold For vertue onely ioy him to infold If Soules extreame ioy makes the Body dance VVittnesse sweete Psalmist then deere Liege behold Thy subiects iesture at thine enterance And be assur'd they besse this blessed chance And see how Vertue pulls to and putts
the Crowne Which seisure a right hand did soone controule And VVrong that would aspire Right straight putts downe Which fatally in fine was overthrone Yet was that VVronge made Right by their consents That were to see that each one had his owne But Heau'n disposeth Earth and her intents And Earth gainst Heav'n oppos'd too late repents Who trusts in Men in whome was never trust Except they were at warre with VVealth and State Few Statesmen such shal see how much distrust Doth Men advantage and prolongs their date Treason's in Trust Repentance comes to late When Powr's deriv'd from those that are but weake VVeake ev'ry way it stands in desprate state Frailty sticks not fidelity to breake VVhen it doth favoure and advantage seeke In case of Crownes when it our Crownes may cost If we misse holding when at them we catch It 's deadly dangerous at al to trust Much more to trust all that advantage watch By thy losse from losse themselves to dispatch Religion cannot dwell in double harts Such Harts haue All that with al states doe match Then where Religion slideth promise starts And feare of perill worldly frendshippe parts Queene Mary for she was that which shee was Namely our Queene and neere to our late Queene Her faults in silence we will overpasse Let them be buried with her sith I weene Sh' hath bin well taxt whose memorie is greene Shee now is Crown'd and Crown'd to others cost VVith Spaine shee matches being overseene Her Kinge forsakes her Calis quite is lost All goes awry which makes her yeeld the Ghost Now sacred Cynthia girt with silver Orbe From out Cimerian Clouds of Prisonment Faire Queene of Chastity appear'd to curbe Contention which oreranne this Continent And ioyn'd the same with peacefull government VVhich we doe yet enioy and long may wee The cause of it possesse in all Content Amen say I and all that peacefull bee In him that saith Amen when all agree Pray for thy King ble'st Ile lest that a Change A five-fold change to Desolation tend Or thou made subiect to a Subiect strange Which may thy publike-weale in peeces rend And make it private onely to the frend Gods Mill grindes slowly but small meale it makes Then praise him for thy peace and lesse offend Be not as one that stil occasion takes To sin the more the more he peace pertakes Farre be it from Religion to pretend Obedience whil'st it aymes at Princes spoile It s not Religion Soveraignty to end That Servitude thereby may keepe a coile And for her freedome covett Freedoms foile If Kings Commands do crosse the Divine will In their discharge Religion must recoile But not confound the Charger for its ill And ill can never good Commands fulfill Now brifly t'recollect what we haue sedd Touching the ActioÌ„s of these PoteÌ„tates In VVilliam Conquerer's considered How soone are conquered devided Statâ—s ,For force disioynedâ— small force ruinates He being desirous to reteyne the Pray His Sword had purchas'd it quite dissipates And like a Chaos at his feete it lay To forme it as he listed ev'ry way With the new Kinge he gaue new Lords and Laws Which curb'd the Head-stroÌ„g did yoke the VVild Till Disobedience with obedience drawes And all as one to one and all did yeeld That with and for that One did winne the field VVho finding his possession to bee sure Did ease the thralldome wherein they were held And that which erst he wounded he did cure And ev'ry waie their loves did then alure Now are the Kinge and the Nobility True freinds and fathers to the Common-weale The Commons now obay vnfeynedly The Victors and the Vanquished doe feele How much these Corsiues deadly hatred heale Now all being whole and sound are made intire And all aboute their Liege doth Larges deale By meanes whereof he hath his harts desire Whilst with his love he thus setts Harts on â—ire If he to mercy had the Peeres receav'd Or trusted to their Oathes true Fallacies And so departed when hee had perceav'd The State well settled leaving Deputies H 'had lost the value of his Victories Ne had the Land bin free from vvarrs and woes That doe consort divided Monarchies Ireland a woefull wittnesse is of those That for a Conquests want wracks Friends and Foes Omitting other Princes to descend To the first Edward that did first refine This Common-weale and made the same ascend VVhen through mis-swaying it seem'd to decline In whom we see the Providence divine VVorke by his VVisedome Valor Industrie Glorious effects which in the State doe shine For Hee it made an intire Monarchie Which now remaines so to Posteritie Edward and Richard second of their names VVith the sixth Henry and the Infant King By these bee 't spoken not without their blames Is seene the dire and diverse altering Of kingly state through evill managing These beeing childish fraile improvident Laie open to Ambitions canvasing VVho spâ—ing time vsurpt their government Making them Mirrors for Kings negligent The faults fore-mention'd in these haplesse Kings The vniust rule of those that ruled them The subiects strength which Sov'raignes weaknesse brings A fatall Potion made for King and Realme Whereof they dranke a deadly draught extreme Kings must be Kings indeede and not in show Like as the Sunne is Actiue with his Beame For if they suffer Subiects Kings to grow Kings must bee slaues and to their Subiects bow Edward the third and Henrie Bullenbrooke Henry the fift and the fourth Edward These Princes were of Fortune nere forsooke Because they governed with due regard And whilst they watcht they made the rest to warde By others errors they did rule aright Who made their subiects loving feare their guarde Ambition durst be dam'd ere come in sight Or but once moue her head to looke vpright Kings cannot safely raigne without mistrust Because no state without Ambition is Which ever hath her Trainâ— for so shee must To helpe to guide her when shee guids amisse For shee is blind and oft the way doth misse Impatient of delay in her desire Now running that waie and streight trying this Like to a restlesse ventlesse Flame of fire That faine would finde the way streight to aspire Ther 's no perfection without some defect Yet may 't be cur'd or tolerable made Onely Ambition doth all cure reiect VVealth doth augment it want makes it not fade And into deepes vnknowne in both t' will wade In doing well it is most insolent And no lesse impudent in doing bad Too wil'd to tame and violently bent With Tooth and Naile to catch at government The Conquests which these Kings in France obtain'd As those in Scotland were by others lost For Vice will lose what is by vertue gain'd Their keeping put the state to ceaslesse cost VVhich â—ost the Commons
Purse or Parts or all the Bodie quight VVhere 's no Foe to oppunge what conquest iâ—t But where be many great Ones there to fight And with a Kingly courage them resist O such an one is a true Martialist How easie this is sedd who doth not see How Arte may picture Vertue all perceaue But to inspire hir with vitalitee This none but onely Gods haue powr to geue From whom alone shee doth her life receaue O deere Liege that I could as faine I would Make Vertue lively then by thy good leave Thou should'st not leave me wretch sith then I could Leaue all the World to serue thee as I should Then would I with a never vvearied Eye Help thee to watch from wolues thy Flocke to keepe Thy Flocke is great and Wolues may lurckiâ—g lye In each darke Corner to devoure thy Sheepe But blest were he that would could dive deepe Into th' Abissâ— of ev'ry darke device While thou gav'st Nature necessarie sleepe To feele their Snares to catch Lures t' intice So make them knowne that would thee preiudice Diue diue to Hell blacke Hels inhabitants Children of darkenesse that envie our light Albion's no place for such blacke Miscreants For God and Man there with not for you fight Then doe your selues ensconse in endlesse night There stand vpon your guard guarded with â—iends â— That guard grieue you both at once with spight There shall yee feele smart of Gods fingers ends Sith divine Iustice deeper nere descends Deere Loue sweet Lord goodnes-surmounting God How stands this Land oblig'd vnto thy loue This little-great Land or great-little Clod Thou more regard'st it seemes theÌ„ heav'n aboue For there thou plaguedst sinne as Angels proue Bâ—t though this Isle doth flote on seas of sinne Thou mou'd with loue froÌ„ it dost plagues remoue As if against the streame thou wouldst it winne To perfect goodnesse and to rest therein O bow our Harts of steele make them well bent That they may through thy hart shoot shâ—fâ—s of loue And wound the same with loue most violent But what neede that sith now the same we proue But yet sith thou such shooting dost approue And by thy lawes alone its lawfull game Let aâ—l the shafts of our indevors roue At thy harts whitest loue sith in the same Consists our game grace glory ioy and fame Gaine for all 's gain'd in thy all-giving loue Grace for Gods loue is mans extreamest grace Glorie for thou do'st glorifie thy loue Ioy sith they needs must ioy whom ioies embrace And â—ame for Fame ensues the loue of Grace All these winne we if we thy loue doe win Then should we draw our Soules out of sins Case And be'ng well bent shoote loue-shafts at the Piâ— Of thy deere loue which lies thine hart within Orecome vs Lord in kindnesse let thy grace Ever triumph ore our vngrac'ousnesse So wee le triumph in that gracious disgrace Giving all glorie to thy graciousnesse And loue and feare thy dread almightynesse Let not these Blessings greater make thy Curse Against our inbred base vngratefulnesse O let not thy grace make vs worse and worse But to be gracious let it vs enforce These super-supererogating Workes Proceeding from thy sup'rinducing loue Might make vs though farre worse then Iewes or Turkes To entertaine them as thou do'st approue And giue thy loue no cause ours to reprooue Since borne I was I saw but sinne abound And thy grace ore abounding which might moue A senslesse stone to sincke in Teares profound Flowing from highest loue in Teares ydrownd Thou deal'st not thus with the adiacent Lands Although perhaps they haue provokt thee lesse Captivitie hath oft bound them in Bands And the Destroiers Sword hath had egresse Through all the Members of them more and lesse Which did not cut but eate flesh greedy sword Nor shed but was made drunke with blouds excesse But to out land alone thou do'st afford Peace Plentie Freedome Health Wealth and thy Word Yet from him sitting on the kingly Throne Vnto the Slaue that at the Hand-mill grindesâ— Others by civill Sword haue beene orethrone And Masacres of Bodies and of Mindes Haue beene performed in all hellâ—sh kindes Vpon their Walles were Woes and Wellawaies Breath'd out with grones like hollow-voiced windes Their streetes with shrikes through soddaine stabs dismaiâ—s By Nights did eccho and did ring by Daies While stormes of rage did bloudy billowes raise The venerable Lore that Time and Artâ— Exchequer'd had in one Head rarely wrought Was let-out by a Dagger or a Dart As good for nothing but to bring to nought Vertue was held a Rebell and still sought But to be slaine and so by Death embrac'd Vice was secur'd by that which Vice had wrought By Vertues helpe by Vice now quite defac'dâ— So all but Vice then dide or were disgrac'd And heerewith keene-cheek'd Famine made away Through their best Citties bowels so to bring Their Bellies and their Backes to kisse and plaie So to beguile the smart of famishing Which in the hollowes of the Hart did sting Dogs Câ—ts Mice Rats stale Carion and Horse-dung Wherewith perchance they humane-flesh did minge These did they eate they were so hunger-stunge Nay dide for want of these through famine longe Thinke what it is to Sowe and not to Reape Or what to haue what others haue in hold That haue no hold yet all away doth sweepe And so by spoile of all liue vncontrold What t is to haue a Wife yet haue thy wife To haue no powre to doe as thy wife should But to avoide the Ravishers rude knife Cannot avoide the losse of more then life O could a Man behold at one aspect The many Hels attending Civill-warre He would suppose no doubt by the effect Hell had broke loose and tane Earth prisoner And vsd it worser then worst Hell by farre For if the God of Heav'n a Realme would damme Aboue the Earth he neede but let it iarre Within it selfe and then no Hellish flame Can so torment with anguish as the same Diffring in nothing but in Time and Place Saue that the Sunnes light makes the griefe the more For it giues light to see the hidious case Of all when all are almost drown'd in Gore That like a Deluge oreflowes Sea and Shore VVhich if it might be felt and not be seene Sâ—nse would suppose the same to be lesse sore For Sight the Senses Soveraigne would weene That that is still vnfelt that is vnseene And but that Woes are priviledg'd from iest I well might say and yet but iest in sho That this damnation Divels more detest Then the perdition in the Hell belo For there their vtmost miseries they kno And well they wot if they as these should iarre Their kingdome like these should to ruine goe So they much more then Hell feare civill-warre â— Because a kingdome it doth more then marre The Night that Nature hath ordain'd for rest Then yeâ—lds no rest yet
doe swelling overfloe That they are caught vnwares so that these thinges The VVorld to Hell and Hell to horror bâ—inges These are the windowes through which Sathan spies The disposition of our better part Through these he hath a glimps of all that lies Within the secret'st corners of our Hart Which wel to know belongs to heav'nly Art For loue of these the Flesh the Sprite doth loth Who for their pleasure makes the same to smart And for their comfort soule and bodie both With Care confusedly themselues doe cloth As when grim Night puts on a Sable weede Fac'd with infernal Apparitions That so the next daies comfort might exceede So are the Minde and Bodies motions Care-cloth'd for senses consolations Fraile senses Seede-plots of impietie Made for our Reasons recreations Die and bee damn'd or liue to magnifie Your makers Mercie Might and Maiestie And as in Pleasures false are true degrees Agreeing with these Organs of the sense Some base some meane some high for so are these Yet all but base to pleasures excellence Whereof the soules low'st powre hath highest sense So are there like gradations in the ioies Those Powres conceaue as is their pre'minence The feeding Powre in feeding powre imploies Which pleaseth Nature but the soule annoies Those Ioies conceaved by th' Intelligence As most supreame doe most reioice the sp'rite For they belong to the supreamest sense VVherein the Minde conceaveth most delight Though Nature pine the while by Natures right Thus then if iudgement these degrees would way Shee would reiect ioie sâ—nsuall as too light And not permit the same her to betray Which makes fraile sense the strongest Reason sway The Gluttons Gorge Charibdis of Excesse Should being disgorg'd from surfetting forbeare Th' insatiate Leacher would that fire suppresse That Conscience and his secrets oft doth seare None would be Beasts that humane creatures were Then sense of Touch or Tast as vil'st they bee So doe they bring the ioies that soonest weare For those that come by that wee heare or see Doe longer last and with vs more agree And the more base and brutish pleasures bee The more 's the paine in their accomplishment And the more vs'd they are excessiuely The more 's the soule and bodies dammagement VVitnesse the Leachers lothsome languishment The Drunkards dropsie and the Gluttons Grease Each clogg'd with either or worse punishment That health decreaseth with their corps increase And shame increaseth with their fames decrease Aske sensual pleasure in her greatest ruâ—fe How little griefe will overthrow her quite And giue her soule a deadly counter-buffe Shee wil as forc'd confesse shee hath no might VVhen Griefe scarse sensible but comes in sight VVe can brooke pleasures want with greater ease Then not feele griefes though they in pleasure bite For absent good doth not so much displease As present ill our Soules soule doth disease For corporall pleasure being sensuall Consists in some excesse which stil doth tende To the extreame subversion of our All The feare whereof must pleasure needs suspend And make her suffer pennance to the ende No CoÌ„scieÌ„ce sear'd with Lusts Soul-scortching fire But seeles the Lawes sharpe-burning Iron to send An hell of paine where she is most intire For it doth death it selfe with life inspire Now as the pleasures of the eie surpasse The rest that on the outward senses rest So Fancies pleasures all those pleasures passe Because Opinion esteemes them best Hence is it wealth with pleasure is possest For no inherent vertue but because Opinion holdeth the possessor blest This makes men maugre God and Natures lawes To bite and scrat for wealth with Teeth and Pawse VVealth state and glorie if they worldly be False wealth fraile state vaine glory then they are Only held good by doting Fantasie Which wil no part thereof to Reason share Least shee should finde them false and bid beware But Reasons pleasures are perpetuall They are all comforte quitted from all Care They thrall the Minde to freedome spiritual That makes selfe Bondage sweet selfe Freedoms thral No marvell then though Men possessing these Doe hold al other pleasures hels of paine That some their wealth haue throwne into the Seas That so they might this weale with ease retaine These made that King to hold all pleasures vaine Save these alone that prov'd all vnder Sunne These haue made Princes quitt their princely Traine Train'd by these pleasures which are never dunne Quite from their Scepters and themselues to runne These make the Mind and Sp'rite so Nectar-druÌ„ck That they sleepe soundly in divine delight These make the Soule forsake the Bodies Trunck Leaving it Ioy-tranc'd whilst shee takes her flight Through Natures workes to have her Makers sight These these none but these are Heau'ns on Earth Because on Earth they see by Natures light The highest Heavens Maiestie and Mirth And by his Sonnes light without Sire their birth Among which pleasures those which doe consist In Contemplation are the most divine By which this life and that to come are blist VVhich made Philosophers to it assigne The Chiefe Beatitude the Spirittes vvine If Mindes that never knew the Sov'raigne Good Mount vp so high to make this Good their fine VVhat shame for those baptiz'd in Christ his blood If they like Swine doe place the same in mudd And as the Soule retaineth more or lesse Of pristine purity so will the same In all hir Actions lesse or more transgresse And to the best or worst her motions frame Therfore some place their pleasure in their fame For knowledge and seeke knowledge to be knowne Some in rare handy-works and some in Game Some how a State may stand or be orethrowne VVhen it is little or else overgrowne And of al skils that meerely are humane This skill is it that most commends the soule This can instruct the sword to make a lane To Crownes teach the same Crownes to coÌ„troule And slaues in Catalogue of kings enroule For Policies long Arme can compasse pow'r Which ioin'd at wil the Earths huge Bowle caÌ„roule In Natures spight if from th' aetheriall Towre A suddaine vengeance stay not humane powre If the swordes edge be set on Policie It wil slip through the Ioints of Monarchies And shaue the Crowne of Roiall Maiestie So be it stand in way of Tyranies That clime to Crownes by bloud and villanies The hand of Policie welding the sword Directs each Blow that wounds stil multiplies That slaues to Crownes through streams of bloud may ford For Crownes de Or those sanguine streames afford HEre Muse craue licence for a maine digresse Of those that shal thine Ambages survay Sith Policie compels thee to transgresse The Rules of Order her pow'r to display She most importunate wil haue no nay But thou must from thy proiect long desist To blazon her high vertue by the way That sense may see wherein shee doth consist Wherein being much thou must the more
motion of her bodie light Did twinckling seeme like starres in winters night Her face though faire vvas painted cunninglie VVhich trebl'd beautie to bewitch the eie In center of her forehead which did shine As if the same had beene all christalline Betweene rare Pearles disposed all in fret A rich coruscant Rubie in was let Vpon the verge of whose gold-stayning haire Illustrious Saphires ev'nly ranked vvere Saving that here and there â—â—owde Pompe did place Great pointed Diamonds to giue them grace Her haire though faire yet was it made to line A curled Periwicke of Haire more fine Not haire but golden wire drawne like the Twist The Spider spins with her vnfing'red fist Behind the rest was so in tramells folded Which precious Pearle and Rubies rich infolded That all like speckl'd Snakes in Knots was vvound And ev'ry one with diverse flowres crownd Her gate was painefull tripping on the Toes As if Desire should say lo there shee goes Shee stood as if she stood vpon no ground But on some water-waue that made her bound For novv shee sinckes on this legge then aloft Vpon that other shee advanced oft And no lesse oft shee would cast dovvne her eie Vpon her Ivory paps and vvantonly Shee seem'd to smile on beauty without peere To dravv all vvanton eies to note it there In summe shee vvas such as Voluptusnesse With all her coulors cannot well expresse These damsels straue as erst I said to gaine The loue of her that vvas their Soveraigne Who seem'd to each indiff'rently dispos'd But after much a doe their strife shee clos'd With this decree that vvho her most could moue By Reasons force should bee her leefest Loue. Then Vertue lo for so it seem'd shee vvas With modest looke and favour full of grace Began to tune her tongue vnto that eare VVhich shee desired to her to indeere Quoth shee deere Albion so I knew her name That first of all into our presence came If thou wilt me imbozome I vvill make Both Heav'n and Earth to loue thee for my sake Thy conscience I wil calme and in thy brest Thou shalt perceaue the heav'n of heav'ns to rest Thine vnderstandings eie shal bee as bright As that faire eie that al the VVorld doth light Al Nations shal doe homage vnto thee As vnto her that giues them eies to see Thou shalt reduce to thine obedience Without the Sword the Earthes circumference The wisemen of the East shal come from farre Drawne by thy grace led by thy vertues staâ—re And offer thee Gold Mirrh and Frankensence And what els may delight thy Soule or sense Thou shalt haue powre to crush the crownes of kings And with their neighbors swords to clip their wings If they shal rise against thee in their pride So keepe them downe and yet thy hands vndide God and the VVorld though it be nere so il Shal hold those curst that doe resist thy will For thou shalt nothing wil but what is good As long as thou and I be one in moode I wil breake ope Heav'ns gates with might maine And on thy head shal Blessings powre amaine Yea to thy comfort it shal wel appeare That al desir'd increase shal crowne each yeare The golden daies of peaceful Salomon Shal ever waite thy blessed yeares vpon The sea shal yeeld thee from her liquid VVombe VVhat shal enrich thy poore and basest Groome Thy Mountaines shal with cattell stil be crown'd The whiles the Vales with corne shalâ— ore-abound Thy Sonns Daughters shal yeeld comfort to thee That whilome did indevour to vndoe thee Thy young-men shal see Visions thine Old Shal dreame dreames by which things shal be foretold That shal concerne thy good in times future And that prevent which may thine Ill procure Angels shal guard thy walles and on thy strand In legions they shal lie as thicke as Sand To keepe thy Fo-men from assailing thee In Battaile rang'd by Heav'ns Divinitie Thy Schools shal yeeld thee Saints which shal direct In Life and Doctrine whatsoever Sect. Thy Citties like Bee-hives shal stil containe Men as Bees busie for the Common gaine All idle Drones that live by others sweate They shal cassiere or not allow them meate There shal no Begger in thy Streets be found Nor cries of wretches at thy Gates shal sound But with the foizone of Heav'ns blessings all By means of me their Baskets fill they shall Thy Peeres shal striue for peace who shal be In Vertue not in State in highst degree There shal be no Contention in thy Body Which heretofore hath made thy meÌ„bers bloudy The Poole of Grace shal overflowe thy Land Glyding in Christall streames on Pearly Sand. The Horrors that consort the hateful Crue Shal never come so neere as in thy view No humane quarters shal oretopp thy Gates For seeking to ore toppe thy Maiestrates No Heading Hanging Burning or the like Shalt need to vse ne with the Sword to strike Those that doe weare good Swords but to badd ends For all shal liue in peace like loving friends The Worde Oppression much lesse shall the deede Be never heard where all are well agreede Each one shal know his place and in the same Shal laboure to preserve an honest name One Hart one Hand one Faith one Soule Mind Shal al thy People in one Body binde Thou shalt not neede to feare the Chamber-scapes The sinnes gainst Nature and the brutish Rapes Which with the godlesse Nations are too rife For ev'rie Man shal have his lawful VVife Which dulie in an vndefiled Bedd Shal gett right Members for their vpright Head Thou shalt not neede to pinch thy Peoples Purses And so incurre thereby thy Commons curses Or money Bladders seeke in Seas of Bloud To beare thee vp from sincking in that Floud For thou shalt haue Exchequers richly stor'de That thou to well deservers maist affoorde Roiall rewards without the Commons Cost For Crownes are richly blest with Peace y-crost Taxe-vndergrowne ô odious Tyranny Bredd in the VVombe of Sensuality Shal nere so much as once be nam'd in thee But thou shalt punish Kingdomes where they bee The cloudie Piller shall guide thee by daie The firie Flame by night shal show thy VVaie Beauies of Quailes and Manna Angells foode Shal showre from Heav'n to doe thy Children good Who shal therefore sing Hymnes of praise divine And merry make each one beneath his Vine The voice divine shal thunder from on hie And talke with thee belov'd familierly Thou shalt with Moises Rodd divide the Deepes And make their raging VVaues to stand on Heapes That Man and Horse which to thee doo belonge Shal passe as on drie Land those VVaues amonge For thine Advantage thou shalt ope the Earth And send repyning Rebells quicke beneath If any should arise but doubtlesse Those Can never spring where Vertue stil ore-flowes If thou wilt vse me thou wilt vse me still For I will please thy Soule thy VVitt thy VVill. And though I seeme t'vncircumcized
thought VVhat shouldst thou doe with that that 's good for nought Let theÌ„ go waite on Byshops to whose See They doe belong but let the Prince be free VVilt thou be Servant to the common Trash That often leaves their Master in the lash Or spend thy VVitte and Sp'rits for such Riffraffe And so consume the Corne to saue the Chaffe VVilt thou orewhelme thy selfe in all anoy That they may swime aloft in Seas of Ioy VVhat wilt thou place thy pleasure in thy paine And make thy Subiect be thy Soveraigne Wilt loose thy roiall sole prerogatiue To make vngrateful base Bash rags to thriue O be indulgent to thine owne deere Hart And of Heav'ns blessings take a blisful part Doe not depriue thy selfe of that rare blisse That vnto none but thee peculier is And here vpon the sodaine great mishap I found my selfe in Oxford my loues lap Where thinking seriously vpon this thing I heard some say God saue king Iames our King And therewithal I heard a Trumpets clang That in an vnison that Dittie sang Then did I more admire what I had seene But griev'd I had so double lost the Queene And grieu'd no lesse sith I saw not the rest Of that wherein I held me highlie blest Had I so blessed bin t' haue seene th' event I should haue thought my time divinely spent But as I cannot now diuine vvhat shal Vnto this Land orewhelm'd in blisse befal So wil I not suspect the worst for why God onely good keepes good Kings company JOHN DAVIES To the Right Ho. and most most Reverend Father in God my Lord Archb. of Canterb. his grace THou temp'rate Soule that holdst promotion To be but Vertues meede and vertuouslie Dost higher prize the Soules devotion Proceeding from the low'st humilitie Passion-suppressing wel-disposed spirit Cleere glasse wherein true Pastors may behold The hall'wed life that heaven doth inherit Whose praises Glorie writes in liquid gold O helpeful harmelesse vertuous virgin Priest O louing tender-harted gaullesse Doue O that Arte could in thy praise so insist As answere might the measure of my loue But for my loue herein surmounts my skill Accept this poore show of my rich good-will I. D. To the most gracious Prince the Duke of Lennox c. FOr no respect great Lord but for the loue I owe to grace and greatnesse ioin'd in one Doth my weake Pen her strongest vertue proue To graue thy name vpon this paper-stone That if it chance the turnes of Time to brooke Which grinde to pouder all produc'd in Time Thy Name at least which is my most may looke Like to it selfe in my hard-fauour'd Rime If voice of those that loue the voice diuine Bee true the truth whereof none ought to doubt Thou like the Moone among heav'ns laÌ„ps dost shine While Sol thy Sov'raigne goes the Globe about Long maist thou as he doth giue light to all That pleas'd or pain'd doe foote this earthy Ball. I. D. To the R. Honorable and highly valued Lord the Earle of Northumberland c. WHo cannot raigne in height of lofty stile That hath so high a subiect for the same As thy heroicke worth and glorious name Is abiect nay then abiect farre more vile Magnificke thoughts to think on thoughts doth mouÌ„t Aboue the spheare of common intellect The thought of thy thoughts causeth this effect Which maks my towring thoughts theÌ„selus surmouÌ„t I thinke of thee and them as of those things That moue to rest in honors highest Spheare Sith vertue is the scale the same to reare Which wil make thee as neere as deere to kings As long great Lord as Vertue guideth thee Thou shalt be blest of God King State and me I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of VVorcester c. WErt thou most noble Lord a scurge to me Plagueing my misses vvith an Iron Rod Yet vvould I in my hart still honor thee For though he punish me I honor God Thou dost hurt no man simplie for his harme But as the Surgeon doth his hurt to heale Would wounded or diseased states did swarme With no worse Surgeons for their Common-weale I honor thee for that vvhich God himselfe Doth honor Men that is for drawing neere To his great goodnesse not for Port or Pelfe I honor thee for that deere Lord and deere Shal such be to me for their vertue sake Though I thereof no vse at all doe make I. D. To the Right right Honorable the Earle and Countesse of Rutland FOr infinite respectes to thee ' sweete Lord My Muse doth consecrate these zealous lines Which is the All her nothing can afford Serving for nothing but for true loues signes To thee that do'st enioy fruite of his loines From whoseworsts parts proceeded nought but good Whose weakest vvorths brake Envies strongest foines These lines I send and to his deerest blood Sweete couple that haue tasted sweete and sowâ—e The sweetest potion worldly weale can taste O let each others sweetes that gaull devoure Which with this sowre VVorlds sweetes is interlac't And that you may doe so your vnknowne yours Will praie so you vouchsafe to call him ours I. D. To the Right Honorable Earle of Cumberland Neptunes vice-gerent Sea-controling Spirit That makes her pay thee tribute and thy land Of which thou dost therefore great honor merit And worthy art thou on both to command So long thou hast the Northen-pole regarded That nature now hath made that pole thine head So lookes are with what was lookt for rewarded Then by his light let thy course still be led If so thy fame the world inviron shall For his light leades to glory infinite Then eie him well and his staid motions all Yea draw as neere him as is requisite So Fame thy name will on the Skies enrole So shalt thou honor'd be by this North-Pole I. D. To the Right Noble and intirely beloved Earle of Southamtonâ— c. WElcome to shore vnhappy-Happie Lord From the deepe Seas of danger and distresse Where like thou wast to be throwne over boord In every storme of discontentednesse O living Death to die when others please O dying Life to live how others will Such was thy case deere Lord such al thine ease O Hell on Earth can Hell more vex the VVill This Hell being harrowed by his substitute That harrowed Hell thou art brought forth froÌ„ theÌ„ce Into an Earthly Heaven absolute To tast his sweetenesse see his excellence â— Thy Liege well wotts true Loue that soule must wouÌ„d To whom Heav'ns grace His doth so abound I. D. To the Right Noble and no lesse learned then iudicious Lord VVilliam Earle of Pembrooke c. DEere Lord if so I could I would make knowne How much I longe to keep thee still alive These Lines though short so loÌ„g shal be thine owne As they have pow'r Vitality to giue I consecrate this Myte of my devotion To the rich Treasurie of thy deere fame Which shal serve though nought else worth as a Notion For Tyme to sever
MICROCOSMOS THE DISCOVERY OF THE LITTLE World with the government thereof Manilius An mirum est habitare Deum sub pectore nostro Exemplumque Dei quisque est sub imagine paruâ By IOHN DAVIES At Oxford Printed by Ioseph Barnes and are to bee solde in Fleetestreete at the signe of the Turkes head by Iohn Barnes 1603. TO MY MOST DEERE AND dread Soveraigne IAMES by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland be all heavenly and earthly happinesse THoughts fight no more but now with Wits accord Yeeld al obedience to Arts rightest rule Then like a constant treble-twisted cord Binde vp the sweet'st affections of my Soule And in a Poesy giue them to O no They are too base for such high Excellence Yet prostrate giue them to him and say so So I may shunne dislike you insolence Great ó too narrow is this name for thee King yet too straite a stile for thy great worth And Monarch this with it doth best agree Deigne to accept a Base base Wit brought forth And base it is great Highnesse in each line Because indeede it is too rightly mine His Maiesties lesse then least and most vnworthy Subiect IOHN DAVIES To the sacred Queene of Englands most excellent Maiestie IF those VVombs blessed be from whom proceedes A world of blessings to the VVorld accurst Or if that gracious be that Graces breedes To make Men gracious being at the worst O then how blest and gracious is thy VVombe Deere Daughter Sister VVife vnto a King Wherein Heaven wrought as in a sacred roome Strong Props of peace which blest Time forth did bring Vnto a Mother-maide we all are bound For bringing forth our Soules preservatiue Who for the same is Queene in Heaven Crownd And sith thou bring'st our Corpes conservatiue We must crown thee in Earth or els we should Doe otherwise then Saints Angels would Your Highnesse most humbly devoted Vassall IOHN DAVIES The vvhole I le of greate Brittaine vvas of yore divided into 13. Kingdoms as by Monuments of antiquity and Historie the vvitnesses of time appeareth viz. England into 8. namelie Kent South-Saxons East-Saxons VVest-Saxons Bernnicia aliàs Northumberland Deira or Southumberland Est-Angles Mercia Scotland into 2. viz. Scottes Picts The Scottes on the VVestside the Picts on the East called Pictlād as the other Scotland VVales into 3. viz. North-wales Southwales and Povvys-land Vppon vvhich Plaine-songe thus I descant AN Articke I le there is most famous found In the great Lavor of this lesser Round Which Neptunes hand as most esteemd infolds And in his vnsweet-sweating bozome holdes On whom at once Heavens providence begate Thirteene Kinges ' which did her participate Shee fedd them sweetlie made them fatte to grow For from her Brest did Milke and Hony flow Who being pampred so ambitious made Gainst Nature gan each other to invade Shee greatly griv'd they quited so her loue And ay to make them one shee oft did proue But froward at the least they would be Twoo So lived long in strife with much adoo Yet like a tender Mother vext to see That hir deere children could no better gree Shee laboured night and day with Tyme to doe That which shee tride but could not bring them to Who both togither ioyn'd did them attone So Tyme and shee at last haue made them One. Then if in One Thirteene vnited be How great how glorious and how good is hee IOHN DAVIES AENIGMA A Treble paire doth our late wracke repaire And sextiplies our mirth for one mishappe These six as hopes to keepe vs from dispaire When clappes wee feard were sent vs at a clappe That we might clapp our hands in his high praise That made vs by our Heads losse much more faire And vs beheaded so our Head to raise One headlesse made all looke as blacke as Hel◠All headlesse makes the Head and all looke well SPHINX IF this a Riddle be then so be it Yet Truth approues what therein hid doth lie And Truth 's most louelie in the Eye of VVit When she is rob'd with richest misterie In few by losse we haue gott benefitt That 's six for one by lawfull vserie Then if we gaine by losse our losse is gaine So saith France Flāders Scotland Irelād Spaine To the iudicious Reader THou seest this great VVorld Reader perchāce Thine Eie is cloid with often seeing it Then see the Lesse with noe lesse circumstance Aud with VVittes Eie that Monarchy of VVitte The Heav'ns and Earth do make the greater VVorld And Soule and Bodie make the Lesse we prove The Heav'ns doe moue the Earth they are whirld By Him that makes the Soule the Body moue Who conquers it at least are Monarchs great Greater then those that conquered the greater For from their goodnesse Men their greatnes gette And they are best that doe subdue the better The great VVorld's good but better is the least Then view it to subdue it thou wert best IOHN DAVIS A Request to the Cittie of Hereford Deere Mother in whose Wombe my vitall flame Was kindled first by the Almighties breath Lend me thy name to adde vnto my name That one with other may keepe both from death Vnto thy conscience I poore I appeale Whether or no I haue deserved it My conscience telles me I haue sought thy weale With al my skill my will my woorth my witte Iudge God iudge good men iudge my truth herein Impartiall Iudges you shall iudge for me If so my soule is sear'd or I haue bin Deere Mother what I now would seeme to thee And doe confesse though vnkinde Parents proue Yet are their children bound to seeke their loue Iohn Davies of Hereford In Microcosmon IOH. DAVIS II Herefordiensis EN tibi Pythagorae sacram diamque 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Almae Naturae scatebram fontemque perennem Cuius quis pandet mysteria quisve profundos Audebit timidogressu tentare recessus Audet Davisius nec magnis excidit ausis Non is Daedaleâ per coelum remigat alâ Nec Phaetontaeo raptatus in aethera curru Stellarum inspector stupet aut Iovis atria lustrat In se conversus Divinae particulam aurae Non lippo aut lusco solers rimatur ocello Hunc lege quisquis aves Animani tam nobile germen Noscere decerptum delibatumque supremi Quod de mente Dei quisque hoc in corpore gestat Non te AEgyptiacus teneat tardetve character Nulla Syracusij Senis arte inventa morentur Suspensus coeli fornix vitreus orbis AEdibus in proprijs quae recta aut prava gerantur Inspicias haustamque polo vigil excute mentem Coelitùs emissum descendit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 IO. SANFORDVS Charissimo Iohanni Davisio Salutem OXoniae vates cum sis Herefordia quare Davisi in titulo pristina scripta tuo Crede mihi doctam non vrbem tale pigebit Ingenium in numero nomen habere
being wellâ—neere out of hart before Each to his fellow ioy vnfained faines Because they likely were to Bee no more For being but poore Soules the VVorlds Ey-sore But when they heard with cheerefull Trumpetts clange Thy peacefull name proclaim'd as Englands king They skipt daunc't and Heav'nly Hymnes they sange That Angells did admire their Carrolling VVhich made both Heau'n and Earth with ioy to ring Each now retakes his late abandon'd Pen And Night and Day they plie it pestering Thy Name with Fame thy fame with more then Meâ— Maie beare if they be not remade agen And who hath held their Pens from blott of blamâ— And ever kept their Muse immaculate Their conscience now takes comfort in the sameâ— As if some God were come that Vice doth hate VVith Grace their virtue to remunerate As when the Kinge of Kings shall come at last To giue all Men their meede in righteous rate The good alone reioyce in their liues past So perfect Poâ—ts now must comfort tast Now their cleere Soules free from distemp'raturâ— That constantly ensues vnconstant Vice Doe Angell-holpe draw Lynes divinely pure T'expresâ—e their Soules prais-worthy avarice To draw their King to read their Subiect twice They melt in Nectar of Phrase most refin'de That may the Pallate of the Soule intice To tast and retast in a greedy kinde The Sweetes there mixt to recreate the Minde Healths now goe round among the rude Civill The Earths best bloud that bettereth our bloud Is suck't each where and he esteem'd a divill That will not drinke to show his mery moode A little more perhapps then does him good If VVine were made to gladd the hart of Man Although our gladnesse needes no wyny floudd Then now or never troule about the Cann Till sober moode cries hoe and no more can A time there is for all things vnder Sunnâ— A time for mirth aswell as to be sadd The time for mirth is now ev'n now begun Now wisest men with mirth doe seeme starke madd And cannot choose their harts are all so gladd Then let 's be merry in our God and King That made vs merry being ill bestadd Southâ—hampton vp thy cappe to Heauen fling And on the Violl there sweet praises sing For he is come that grace to all doth bring If thou did'st faulâ— iudge Heau'n for I will spare thee Because my faults are more then can be cast It did to greater glorie but prepare thee Sith greater vertue now thereby thou hast Before our troubles we seeme goodnesse past But cold Afflictions water cooles the heate VVhich Youth and Greatnesse oft too much doth wast And Queenes are coy and cannot brooke the sweat That such heate causeth for it seemes vnsweete But yet thy woorth doth wrest from what soere thereto opposd by vnseene violence Acknowledgment of what in thee is deere That is the glory of much excellence Fitt for the vse of high'st preheminence The VVorld is in the wane and worthy Meâ— Haue not therein in each place residence Such as are worthy should be cherisht then And being overthrowne raisd vp agen Pembrooke to Court to which thou wert made strange Goe doe thine homage to thy Soveraigne VVeepe and reioyce for this sadd-ioyfull Change Then weepe for ioy thou needst not teares to faine Sith late rhine Eies did nought els entertaine If I mistake thee not and thy best part Thy vertues will thy Lieges favoure gaine For Vertue vertue loues as Arte doth Arte Then will hee loue thee Lord for thy desartâ— Thy Sire and Grand-sire were two mightie Peeres Thâ—t were strong trustie Pillars of this State Thou hast what they had thy want is but yeeres Yet Arte in thee doth Tyme anticipat And maks thee being yonge in old estate For lo thy Iudgments iointes are strongly knitt And in Artes Limbecke thy all-learned Pate VVisdome extracts the Quintessence of VVitâ— To make the same for hie imployment fitt Hold vp your hartlesse Heads and headlesse Harts All yee whom Time and Fortune did suppresse Hee 's come hee 's come that Life halfe dead reverts Deere little Lord great in too great distresse VVith smoothed front goe kisse thy happinesse Ladies and Lords purse-pinched and Soule-pain'd Poore Rich and all rich ïn all blessednesse Blesâ—e him by whom yee haue till now remain'd To tast these Tymes which yeeld sweet ioyes vnfain'd High humbled Lady high though humbled High by thy vertue humbled by thy Crosse By Fortune lift vp and downe tumbled Two ô speake VVorld had ere one such a losse As shee had of two Pheares who did engrosse The richest VVares that Arte and Nature sold Yet Fortune in their fines was over-crosse For both vntimely shee return'd to Mould Yet Lady new be cast in Comforts Mold Yee seemely Senators that God do feare Vertues true Lovers Bloud-detesting Sages Peace Rights friends as now doth wel appeare Load-starrs to this Lights to the after Ages Reioyce you may for your well-erned VVages Earned of your late Mistris he will pay That 's now your Master TheÌ„ with harmeles rages Of zeale infam'd exult and with vs say Blest be King Iames our King our Ioy our Stay Moâ—â—t-ioy let ioy now mount as high as Heav'n For now thy long-left land is Heav'n become Come come away the Foe to slight is driv'n Hasten thy comming hie ô hie thee home That ioy though nought els caÌ„ may thee orecome Muses deere loue Mecaenas to their loues Thy King vnto this kingdome now is come And like the sunne in our new Heaven moues To comfort thee and all that glorie loues If wee that still liue here doe Heav'n it hold VVhat wilt thou thinke it with that Hell coÌ„par'd VVhere yet thou liv'st among deathes manifold VVhich for our safety thou hast long endur'd Thou sure wilt thinke no Angell now doth ward The Esterne Eden plac'd now in the North But Scots and English men the same doe guard And therein liue then come Heroicke Worth Attend thy Liege till he resends thee forth Meeke-harted Worcester friend of Humanityâ— Honoâ—'d for honesty so rightly honored Gods white-guifâ— Whiteguifâ— â— glory of Prelacy Buckhurst our Treasoâ—er roially treasured VVith richest Rules of Rule Egerton famouzed For loue to equity chiefe Iustâ—ce of the land Bold Popham resolute for thy friend for thy Head Striue striue ô striue to make fast Peaces Band That you obeying may in peace command So you by it and it by you may stand Great harted Heros great Northumberland Furnisht withall that may make great a Peere And Tethys true loue ventrous Cumberland Together with the rest to England deere Deere Peeres let now your peerelesâ—e ioy appeereâ— Goe Lordes goe meete your sans-Peere Soveraigne And tell him yee are his while hee is here And when he leaues the Earth for heav'nly raigne You and yours will be his whiles they remaine Thou liuely Image of our Worldes perfection Ouâ— little Worlds great Paragon of fame Both taking beeing by the Heav'ns direction In
VVelcome ten-thouzand times ye sacred Paire Great Atlas and Alcides of this Land Vpon whose shoulders safe from all impaire The Common-wealth thereof doth fixed stand VVhich dext'rously your Vertue doth coÌ„mand Deere Prince the weale of Wales the Brittains blisse By me thine owne VVales lets thee vnderstand That shee desires thy princely feete to kisse And praies as for her Heau'n on Earth for this Then come sweete Prince thy Principalitie Doth long to beare thee on her blisful Brest There shalt thou see the Hart of Loyalâ—y Loue-sicke for want of thee in great vnrest Then come Deere sweete and to thine owne giue rest For as an hungrie Stomacke bites the more The neerer meate is to the same addrest So is thy Peoples longing made more sore To hold thee now they haue thee then before There shalt thou finde Brutes venerable Stocke To loue thee as the Creame of their best bloud For all about thee wil they thronging flocke To tender thee their Eies to doe thee good Such is the nature of their loving moode As when a Father fallen in decay Doth see his Sonne that giues him Cloth and foode â— Crown'd as a King Ioy makes his hart her Pray So will they ioy to see their Ioy to sway From Owen Thewdor who from Camber came From Camber Sonne of Brute who came froÌ„ Troy Art thou descended and thy Bellsires name VVas Thewdor let vs Brittaines then enioy Our owne in thee in thee our onely Ioy. VVe haue bin long afflicted and opprest By those that sought our whole Race to destroy Then sith we are in thee so highly blest Lett 's haue our owne thy selfe to giue vs rest O come and comfort vs our Ioy our Peace Let vs haue thee then haue we all in thee All that that tends to Peace and ioyes increase And in thy presence we shall blessed be For thou art blest then in thee blest are wee Sith blest thou art with all that Heau'n doth cast Vpon the Heau'n of Earthes felicitee Our bloud in thee craues part of it at lastâ— In recompence of all our sorrowes past VVhat shall oppunge this our bloud doth coÌ„vince Nature hath made thee ours and we are thine VVe are thy people and thou art our Prince Betwixt vs Loue will haue nor Thyne nor Myne But the VVord Oures she doth to vs Assigne Our Land our Prince our People and our Lawes Our State our Common-weale our Hand Seale Signe All ours nought but ours deere Prince because Both Prince and People clos'd are in this clause Then come All ours blesse all ours with our Eies Plac'd in the Head begotten by our Head VVhich was begotten by our bloud likewise Come rule thou vs in that Heads place steede Till thou that Head in his place shalt succeede Here shalt thou see cas'd in poore Coates of freeze Rich Spirits of Troians which on glory feede VVho for they are and rightly came of these Each with the nature of the Stocke agrees Our greatest braverie lies all within Where greatest Harts do loue the same to haue VVe say to braue an abiect sprite is sinne But to be braue in Sp'rite is passing braue VVe scorne a double-gilt base-mettled Slaue For we are harted-vvhole true Iovialists Making our glorie goe beyond our Graue So to dissolue Oblivions foggy mists And blind the Eies of squint-Ei'd Satyrists For be it that we know no Complement Other then such as our deere Ancients knew That 's plaine and simple like our harts intent Yet if we pleasd we could be fash'ond new Lou'd we not more our Fathers to ensue We want nor wit nor sp'rit nor wealth perchance Swift-flying Fash'on swiftlie to pursue In guize in gate and courtly dalliance At Tilt each way with Loue or Marses lance VVitnesse our Owen Thewdor who could giue True demonstration how to court a Queene Who from the seede of Ioue did grace receiue To beare him selfe in her Eie best-beseene And made her thoughts a demy God him weene He so could draw the motion of her eie By motions seemely which in him were seene That he alone best pleas'd her fantazie As beeing full of best-grac'd Maiestie Now from the Court descend we to the Campe And from those elder times to these of ours There finde we no lesse currant for the stampe WILLIAMS worlds wonder for his natiue powers Out-daring Death in many sanguine showres The singing Bullets made his soule reioice As Musicke that the hearing most alures And if the Canons bas'd it with their voice He seem'd as ravisht with an Heav'nly noise And when the Fo mens Muskets spight did spitt Then would he spitt in sport at them the while The Blowes his courage gaue were plac'd by witâ— For VVitt and Courage dwelt still in his Stile VVhile Cowardize and Folly made them vile VVhose glory lay all in their Ladies Lappe And when he came to Court at them would smile Yea smoothlie iest at their soft silken Happe Yet could like Mars take there somtimes a Napp Runne over all the Stories Tymes affoord Or prie vpon them with the sharpest sight VVe shall not finde one did more with his Sword Then this braue Brittaine and true Troian-Knight VVho putt Achilles in his Tent to flight By such an over-dareing Enterprize As all that that heare it not beleeue it might But that these Tymes haue seene it with their Eies And that the fame thereof to Heaven flies Quite through through Deaths grizely Iawes hee ranâ— And made a way through Horrors vgli'st Hell Yea danted Death more like some God then Man Vntill the Prince and Death he did compell To flie for life which his sword sought to quell O Skinck how blessed wert thou in his loue That drue thee on through Death to Glories well From whence the life of Fame doth flowing move To all that for her sake such Dangers prove Should I recount the pettie Miracles By him performed in his martiall course My words would scarse be held for Oracles Suffizeth me the VVorld that knew his force VVell knew his Hart was VVitt and Valours Source And they that most envie our Brittish fame Must needs thus much of him confesse perforce That whatsoever from this Brittaine came VVas VVitt and Spright or savor'd of the same But should I instance in particuler What Truth doth warrant for the Brittaines glory I could perhaps runne vp their Race as farre As loue and finde them famoused in story But for in me it may be thought vaine glorie Sith being one my selfe I seeme to praise I will desist although my soule be sory I should desist from that which many waies Might Camber crowne with everlasting Baies TheÌ„ come sweet Prince take thou vs to thy charge And we the while will take the charge of thee Thou shalt thine office easily discharge For we will more then most obedient bee Which to his comfort thy dread Sire shall see For when obedience flowes from ardent loue It is perform'd with all alacritee Which
And serves the Voice yet were they chiefely made For the Hartes vse that Lifes-fire comprehends That by their service that fire might not vade VVhich vnkinde coldnesse else might overlade Wherfore the Lunges breaths-forge is preordain'd First to receaue the Aire that cooles the Hart VVho doe prepare it being intertain'd And so prepared doe the same impart As Nature wills to that Life-giving part ◠The Lunges therfore are Spūgy soft light That Aire might enter and from thē depart VVhich guard the Hart on left side and the right From bordring Bones that else annoy it might VVhich hath a double motion One when it It selfe dilates the other it restraines VVhen it goes out in goes Aire requisit And when it shrinketh in then out it straines All smoky Excrements procuring paines This motion 's kinde proceeding frō its kinde Not as the Muscles moved by the Braines For which it hath fixt filaments assign'd VVherby it selfe it selfe may turne wynd This double motion hath two double vses A two fold vse whereof we mention'd haue The next to draw in bloud and then by Sluces To send it to the Lunges for foode they craue At the Harts hands sith they the Hart doe saue Thus gratefully they kindnesse interchange To teach vs how we should our selves behaue For when we disagree it is as strange As Hart and Lūges should cease to make this chāge Thus this subordinate Lord of Mannes life The Hart resides in his wel-fenced for t And though with it al vitall force be rife And members keepes from being al-amort Yet should it die if their helps were cut short Hence Kings may learne that though they Monarchize Yet doe they whom they rule maintaine their port Which should induce them not to tyranize But like good Hartes lifes-pow'r to exercize The flesh whereof is firmer then the flesh Of all the parts the Body hath besides So Kinges should be most firme for being nesh Their Subiects might be woūded through their sids Such be the People stil as be their Guides The Hart with Passion passion may each part VVhich Ioy or Sorrowe with the Hart abides So Kinges their praise and People may subvert If Passion over-rule their ruling Art And in the Bulke it is so situate As that its Base is Center of the Brest The end whereof where greatnesse doth abate Leanes to the left-side more then al the rest So Kings where they frō Right decline are least Yet leanes the Hart so for two causes great One that the Brest-bone should it not infest The other that it should the left-side heate Sith on the right the Liver doth that feate And though the Hartes left part more heavy bee Because its hard and greater then the right Yet Nature hath so ballanc'd it that shee Makes it to hange by admirable sleight As if the both sides were of equal weight For in the left part heaviest shee putts The vitall spirit of its nature light And in the right part lightest loe shee shutts The waightie Bloud wherwith that part shee glutts Lo thus the Highest holy vpright hand By even counterpoise hath hang'd the Heart In the Brests Center like as th' Earth doth stand In Center of the Heau'ns by matchlesse Art Hence we may learne the duty of this part Which should be vpright in Affects and vvill And never from the rules of Vertue start To right hand or to left for good or Ill But come life or come death be vpright stil This part likewise hath two Concavities On left side one the other on the right And for this vse are these capacities The right receaves the bloud be'ng boild aright That from the Liver runnes to give it might To feede the Lunges and vitall spirits breede Bred of pur'st bloud in the left Concaue dight Like sweate that frō the right one doth proceede Which sweate with vitall Spirits it doth feede That is the furnace wherein still doth flame The vitall Sp'rit resplendent quicke and cleere Like the celestiall Nature for the same Both heate and life to all the whole doth beare This Primum mobile that All doth steere These concaues thus are made commodiously But now alas most harts all hollow are That Bloud and Spirits therein confused lie So as no Art can one from other spie In this left concaue where the Hart doth trie His chiefest skill the vitall sp'rits to make There is the roote of that great Artery From whom the Artires their beginning take Which neere the Hart doth so it selfe forsake That part ascends and part thereof descends To carrie vitall fire to parts that lacke These are the pipes whereby the kinde Hart sends His cordiall comfortes to th' extreamest ends And for the Veines and Artires neede each other And that their succors should be neere at hand They meete and for the most part goe togither Thereby to vigorize the vitall Band Which the Harts vertue wholy doth command For th' Artires being lincked with the Vaines Lend Aire and Spirit least their bloud should stand And frō the Veines some bloud each artire draines Which to disperse the vitall spirit constraines Betweene the Hart and Lunges the like is seene As erst was said to learne vs mutuall loue For certaine Pipes doe passe these parts betweene By which each others kindnesse they doe proue The hart from his right side doth bloud remoue Vnto the Lunges by the Arteriall Veine The Lunges through veyny artire aire doth shoue Vnto the hart it to refresh againe Whose side sinister doth it entertaine The hart besides hath many members more Which are distinguisht by Anatomists The right and left side hath a little dore And many a pipe so small therein subsists That scarse mans eie can see how each exists Yet all haue vse for when the hart doth seeke Such bloud as without which no hart consists The meanes wherewith it draws it should not break But that the strong therein might helpe the weake And that the Aire might enter in thereby More mildly and for Nature more concinne Therefore the hart doth not immediately Draw from the Mouth the aire it draweth in But through those passages it first doth rin Lest be'ng too cold t' would coole the hart too much For all extreames saue extreame good are sinne And Nature Vertue in the Meane doth couch Shewing that our desires should still be such That God whose powre no power can resist Resists all powers that are too violent And ever doth the moderate assist From whose hand only comes the Thunder-dent To plague the prowde and wound th' incontinent For should his Creatures powre b'immoderate Then should not his owne bee so eminent So if they it affect he them doth hate And with a thundring vengeance ends their date Thus having sleightly toucht this tender part Touching his substance proper place and frame It now remaines that we doe proue our Arte Touching another motion of the same Belonging to our soules affections lame Lam'd
that see her as shee is Still loth'd may shee be for had shee not byn We stil had liv'd in earthly Heavens blisse And Lucifer held heav'nly Paradis Sith Man was made a creature sociable And that his liues-ioy should therein consist What vice in man is more detestable Then that which doth this ioy of life resist For Pride as if shee were with nature blist That farre surmounted more then half-divine Scornes al Humanity if so what i st On Earth that shee thinks be'ng so superfine Worthie to suite her but alone to reigne Shee swelling Toade lookes with disdainful Eyes On highest things that are sublunarie And Lunatick aboue the Moone doth rise In minde though she mindes nought but villany So to aspire to highest Dignitie Therefore the most prowde are most ignorant Of wisedomes hid in blest Theologie Because they meerely minde things miscreant As earthly pompe and port extravagant If not impossible yet hard it is For the most learn'd and lowly wel to know Themselues in ev'ry part and not to misse Then sith the Prowd doe never looke so low That skil nere comes but with their overthrow For they by nature are most prone to pride That know all but themselues and yet doe show They know themselues too wel for nought beside They loue which loue that knowledge doth misguid For who so lookes with vvell-descerning eies If he be mortal be he what he wil Into him selfe he wil him selfe despise For in him selfe he findeth nought but ill Corrupting Soule and Body Minde and VVill The best shall finde but matter too too bad To humble them and so to keepe them still The worst shal see ynough to make them mad Seeing themselues through Ill so ill-bestad Al vnder Heav'n mans pride hath made so vile So fraile so ful of sorrow and vexation That should a Man possesse al yet the while He should possesse but temporall damnation And with it likely divine indignation Can Men be prowde then of an earthly hell Affording nought but griefe and molestation Or can their harts with Pride and Sorrow swell When one puffes vp the other downe doth quel If so they can it is for want of sense To feele the griefes that are most sensible And senselesse Soules haue no preheminence Of humane Nature nor extensible To brutish which is not insensible Then what are proud Soules by this iust accounte But either deade or comprehensible In that of Plants which from Earth cannot mount But that a worthlesse VVren may them surmount The Eyes that Sunne-bright Robes or smoke of praise Doe dimme are feeble-sighted and such Eyes Cannot themselues as high as Heaven raise Nor pierce to Hell which in their Owner lies For if they would or could in any wise Pride could not possibly surprise their Hart For Heav'n they would admire and Hell despise And from that Hell they would their Eyes convertâ— To highest Heav'n and from it nere divert But as the Toade to venome turnes her foode How pure so ere it be shee feedeth on So Pride turnes Vertue to her venom'd moode Then which no prid 's more neere Damnation For sp'ritual pride God hates as he doth none Which pride is Luciferian and the fall Of those whose Soules are with it over gon Shal be like Lucifers for no one shall Be sav'd that weenes his vertue passeth all Pride is a winde that makes the Soule to swell And without Issue it the same wil rend Therefore the proude their owne perfections tell Yea onely tell of what them most commend And with whom not for praise they stil contend Which if they misse or others praised more Out goth that wind which they with thuÌ„drings seÌ„d Against al those that are preferr'd before And as distracted raile and rave and rore Doth Pride a Tenent hold it must be so Although it cutt the Throate of Reason quite All her opinions can abide no No And though them to defend shee hath no might Yet to defend them shee wil rage and fight No time no truth nor no authoritie Shal putt Pride if shee wrong be in the right For shee desires to haue the masterie In al that al may give her dignitie Nothing so much shee dreades as to be deem'd Any's inferior in any thing This makes her loth to learne sith shee hath seem'd To know much more then al by her learning She scornes reproofes that information bring Her Vices shee wil haue for Vertues tane Or like a Serpent shee wil hisse and sting Blaspheme and what not for shee 's most profane And if shee can be her impugners bane The frendshippe is as dang'rous as vnsure Where Pride hath any place in any frend Pride wil the downfall of a friend procure If by such fall the proude friende may ascend For al his frenshippe to himselfe doth tend Comes good from him to him must goe the praise As if good in him did begin and end So robbes God of his glorie many waies And faine aboue his God himselfe would raise If he with fained modestie doth vaile His height of Pride and doth himselfe dispraise T is but the higher to advance the Saile Of swelling Pride which he to Cloudes doth raise Nay thuÌ„der-cracks the Clouds that clouds his praise The highest Heau'ns he weenes must giue it way Vnto the Throne where perfect glorie staies And there sitt cheeke by Iowle with Glorie ay This Pride desires and those that her obay If shee associate Learning shee wil leade That Heav'nly Lady into Hellish waies Then shee misledd each Soule must needes misleade That on her seeming-wel-stai'd Iudgment staies Hence spring al Heresies which Pride doth raise For lett a Scholer famous for his skill Maintaine dam'd Error he for peevish praise Wil ransacke Bookes and Braines to do it still Though he thereby his Soule with Millions spill For should we harrow al the Soules of those The Soules of al the Heades of Heresies We shal finde Pride did thereto them dispose That they might liue to al Posterities In Mouthes of Men though but for Blasphemies Knowledge puffes vp and if the dewes of Grace Swage not the swelling it so high wil rise That Earth nor Heav'n shal hold it in that case Till Hell doth take it downe and it embrace The knowledge of the Best consists in show This Man is wise compar'd with one more fond Yet this great wise man nothing lesse doth know Then he would seeme to know and vnderstand Suffizeth him he beares the VVorld in hand That he is wise and learned Nothing lesse But wise in this that can Mens thoughts command To thinke him wise when should he truth confesse His wisedome were but wel-cloakt foolishnesse Latine and Greeke are but Tongues naturall Which helpe but not suâ—fise to make men wise For the effect of speech is al in all Sound Sentence which from wise Collections rise Of diverse Doctrines
mute defile not thine owne Nest O let the longest Largs be shortest Briefes In this discordant Note and turne the VVrest So that this Note by thee bee nere exprest Canst thou my Muse canst thou my cruel Muse Make Men the Muses Minions detest Forbeare forbeare thy Soules loue to abuse Or touch that tenderly which thou dost vse I st possible a Poet should bee proude That for the most part is past passing poore That can paint Vice with without a Cloude And be'ng most vgly make her vgly more Can he be proude only proude therfore It cannot be in sense and Poets are Sense-masters subtilized by their Lore Yet t is too true that scarse one Poet rare Is free frō Pride though Back be leane as bare I cannot but confesse the Skill's divine For holy Raptures must the Head entrance Before the Hand can draw one lasting Line That can the glory of the Muse advance And sacred Furies with the thoughts must dance To leade them Measures of a stately kinde Or iocond Gigges Then if Pride with them prance Shee wil be foremost then shame comes behinde Both which disgrace the motions of the minde Wilt thou be lofty Muse then scale the Mount Where Ioues high Alter stands and on the same Offer thou lowly that which doth surmount The reach of Vulgars in no vulgar Flame There sacrifize to Ioue thy fairest fame In lowest depth of high'st humilitie Humility that can advance thy name To highest height of immortalitie Embosom'd by diuinest Dëitie Art great with yonge with numbers infinite The least of which hath pow'r to peirce the Skie Yet lowly be that the wombe of thy VVitt That rare Conception may yeeld readilie Their mother so to glad and glorifie Thou art from Heav'n my Muse thē be thou such As Heau'nly be ful of humilitie Is thy skill much be meeke then more thē much For Pride's most dam'd that heav'nly thinges doth touch Plunge thee ore head and eares in Helicon Dyue to the Bottome of that famous Fludd Although it were as deepe as Acheron Thēce make thy fame vp-dive although withstood With weeds of Ignorance Envies Mudd But though thy fame faire Sol should equalize For height and glorie yet let al thy good Consist in that If thou woul'st thou could'st rise But lou'st bum-basted mountings to dispise Yet let me giue this Caesar but his due Caesar of speech that monarchizeth Eares Sweete Poesie that can al Soules subdue To Passions causing ioy or forcing Teares And to it selfe each glorious sp'rite endeeres It is a speech of most maiestike state As by a wel-pen'd Poëm wel appeeres Thē Prose more cleanely coucht dilicate And if wel done shal liue a longer Date For it doth flow more fluent frō the Tonge In which respect it wel may tearmed be Having a Cadence musicall among A speech melodious ful of harmonee Or Eare-enchanting matchlesse melodee Succinct it is and easier to retaine Sith with our sp'rits it better doth agree Then that which tedious ambage doth containe Albe't the VVitt therein did more then raigne It s deckt with Coulors fresh and figures fine Which doth the Iudgment ay inveagle so Making the Eare to it of force incline That Iudgment often doth her selfe forgoe And like VVaxe bends Opinion to and fro In Prose the speech is not so voluble Because the Tongue in numbers doth not flo Ne yet the accent halfe so tunable Then to our spirites much lesse sutable And for it s ofter vs'd it cloies the Eare Be'ng not contriv'd with Measures musicall And not alow'd that beauty Verse doth beare Nor yet the Cadence so harmonicall Much lesse the relish so Angelicall It s not adorn'd with choise of such sweete VVordes VVords that haue pow'r to sweeten bitter'st Gall Nor licence't that fine Phrase Arte Verse affords Which makes huge Depthes oft times of shallow Foorde◠◠Therfore the Poets from the VVorlds first Age As best persuaders whose sweete Eloquence They playing best partes on this Earthly Stage Was the first retorick borne of Sapience That glorie giues to VVisedomes influence Herehence it came that divine Oracles Apollos speech of highest excellence Were stil exprest in measur'd Syllables The voice of VVisdomes truest Vocables In which respect t' was meet'st to make Records Of memorable Accidents of Time Of Princes liues and actions of great Lordes Which Poets first did Chronicle in Rime And farre aboue Chronography did clyme For they were first of al that did observe Though Poets now are neither flush nor Prime The workes of Nature for Mans vse to serve But now gainst Nature their works make thē sterve They searcht the causes of things generable VVith their effects and distinct properties And made them by their skill demonstrable Mounting from thence vnto the loftie skies To note their motions and what in them lies They first did finde the Heav'ns plurality And how they did each other so comprise That in their motion they made melody Caus'd by their closnesse and obduracy Yea sought to finde each substance seperate And in their search they were most curious Of divine Essenses to know the state VVhich having found◠were most laborious Them to expresse in Poems precious They were therefore the first Astronomers◠That travell'd through the Heau'ns from house to house First Metaphisicks and Philosophers Vnfolding Heav'n Earth Sun Moone Starre◠Thus much for Poets and sweete Poesie In whose praise never can be said too much Yet Pride their praise may blemish vtterly For she defiles like pitch what she doth tuch And maks both heau'n earth at it to grutch For no Perfection can be toucht with pride But it wil looke as if it vvere not such Deform'd in fauour which none can abide For Grace is base being thus double dide But that which grates my Galle and mads my Muse Is ah that ever such iust cause should Bee To see a Player at the put-downe stewes Put vp his Peacockes Taile for al to see And for his hellish voice as prowde as hee What Peacocke art thou prowd Wherfore because Thou Parrat-like canst speake what is taught thee A Poet must teach thee from clause to clause Or thou wilt breake Pronunciations Lawes Lies al thy vertue in thy Tongue stil taught And yet art prowd alas poore skum of pride Peacocke looke to thy legs and be not haught No patience can least pride in thee abide Looke not vpon thy Legs from side to side To make thee prowder though in Buskine fine Or silke in graine the same be beautifide For Painters though they haue no skil divine Can make as faire a legge or limbe as thine Good God! that euer pride should stoope so low That is by nature so exceeding hie Base pride didst thou thy selfe or others know Wouldst thou in harts of Apish Actors lie That for a Cue wil sel their Qualitie Yet they through thy
for substance as where resident For in the braines Hippocrates it puts And Strato in the space betweene the eies In the harts hollow veine the Dog it shuts That alwaies in a Tub enkenell'd lies The Stoicks say the Hart doth it comprise In al the body saith Democritus In al the brest say others as vnwise In the braines ventricles saith Hierophilus Thus al in al were most erronious Empedocles in bloud the â—ame doth bound Galen would haue each limb a soule to haue Renowned Galen how wast thou renown'd That didst thy selfe so foolishly behaue Thus for the place they with each other straue And for the soules continuance no lesse The Epicure the bodie makes her Graue And dies and lies with it But some confesse Shee 's capable of everlastingnesse Pythagoras by transmigration Wil haue it everlasting or at least As long as beasts shal haue creation For it doth passe saith he from MaÌ„ to beast What Foole could more ridiculously iest Yet he disciples had and not a few That this grosse doctrine did with ease disgest Therefore no Beasts these more beasts euer slue Sith they their freÌ„ds souls held for ought they knew The Stoickes held the meane tvvixt Epicures And Pythagoreans for that soule they say That 's vicious vvhilst the body it immures Doth die and vvith the bodie quite decaie But if it vertuous be it liueth aie Some partes of it as Aristotle holdes That haue seates corp'ral with them fal avvay But vnderstanding vvhich no Organ holdes As free from filth AEternitie infoldes Thus for their ending or continuance Do they contend no lesse ChristiaÌ„s striue For their beginning some the same advance To heav'n and say they there did ever liue Since Angels fel. And other some beleeue That one soule doth another propagate Some others their commencement do deriue From time that first the Angels were create Which sacred Austine doth insinuate Others there be who constantly affirme That soules created are from day to day Which he of Aquine boldly doth confirme For sith the soule doth forme the bodies clay It with the bodie must be made they say Whereto agrees each moderne Schoole-divine So that these Men doe from each other stray Touching the soules birth which they mis-assigne For they speake ill that cannot wel define And Epicures the same doe mortal make The Pythagoreans it doe transmigrate Some say the heavens do the same retake Some put it into hell in endlesse date Others would haue it earth perambulate Some say there 's but one vniversal soule Whereof particulars participate Which saying Plato doth not much coÌ„trole But that he would haue either to liue sole Some make each Man two distinct soules to haue The Intellective and the Sensitive And that the Sensitiue the parents gave But the Creator the Intellective Others the soule doe of the same deprive For they the soule and Vnderstanding part Some make no difference but doe beleeue The Vnderstanding is the chiefest part Thus in Conceite they from each other start Some held opinioÌ„ Soules are bred in Heav'n And of the divine Nature portions are Deckt with al vertue by that Nature giv'n Togeather with al skill knowledge cleare Which in that nature ever doe appeare From whence they did descend to animate Mens bodies which by nature filthie were Which did those pure Soules so cotaminate That they those Skills vertues quite forgat So that they could not vse theÌ„ further foorth Then they were taught which made theÌ„ to suppose That what skill vertue or what other woorth The Soule bewrai'd was but a minding those It had in Heav'n and so knowes al it knoes So that the portions of the divine fire Be'ng wel neere queÌ„cht by Blood which theÌ„ orefloes Must be rekindled and made to aspire By Doctrine which the spirit doth desire Wheron they do coÌ„clude that sith the soule By entring in the Body most vncleane Is made prodigious and extreamely fowle To Heav'n caÌ„not returne be'ng so obscene Till it by Discipline bee purged cleane And decked with the rights of her Birth-right Which to regaine Instruction is the meane Or from the Body being parted quight They may be purg'd some saie though most vnright Now when we ballance al these Arguments In the sincere Scales of the Sanctuary Wee finde them viler then VVitts Excrements And lighter then the Skumme of Vanity For true it is The Blinde eates many a Fly But that Man hath a Soule none is so blinde But sees her almost with Eyes bodily And that shee 's endlesse the dymst Eyes of Minde By Natures dymest light may lightly finde God is a sp'rite the VVorld a Body is Both which in Man are plaine Epitomiz'd Of God hee 's Abstract in that soule of his And in his Corps the VVorld is close coÌ„priz'd As if the divine VVisedome had devis'd To bring into a Centers Center all His greatnesse that cannot be circuliz'd And the huge magnitude of the Earthes Ball For Microcosmos men Man fitly call Who in a Minute can the Earth surround And sincke vnto her Center then ascend And coÌ„passe with a trice the Heav'nly RouÌ„d Yea Heav'n Earth at once doth coÌ„prehend Not touching either But doth apprehend A thousand places without shifting place And in a moment ascend and descend To Heav'n Hell each of them embrace It selfe being compast in a little space This Man can doe without the Bodies aide Then must he doe it as a Man he is And in respect of his soule he is said To be a Man for by that Soule of his And onely by that Soule he acteth this Which seeth when the Bodies eyes be clos'd And when those Eyes bee ope oft sight doth misse It travels wheÌ„ the Body is repos'd And rests wheÌ„ as the same by Toile's dispos'd Th' external senses may loose all their pow'r If but the Instruments of them decay Yet Life and Reason may continue sure But Senses stay not if Life doe not stay And Life the soule doth stay or beare away The more the Corpes decaies so much the more The soule is strengthned which sick-men bewray Who when their Bodies are most weake and poore Their Minds reveale most strength and riches store Then it s a substance and no Qualitee For Qualities in Substances subsist TheÌ„ that which makes another thing to Bee No Quality can be but doth consist In its owne substance which doth sole exist Then sith a man 's a man that is to say A lyving Creature with right Reason blist He hath a soule that forms him doth sway Else were he but a livelesse Lumpe of Clay Which soule is Bodilesse else could it not Containe so many Bodies smal and great By some of which it would be over-shott For al this All were it much more coÌ„pleate In it may sit without place for
least seeme to grow That Nature from her owne them shal not know PluÌ„bs Peares Dats Filbeards Apples glistering Cherries Pomgranats Peaches Medlars Mulberies Lymmons and Orenges some ripe some greene What shal I say al fruit that ere were seene This artificial Eden shal containe Thine eie with pleasure stil to entertaine Hard by shal runne from Artificial Rockes Confected waters sweete vvhose falling mockes The voice of birds which made by science shal Tune their sweete notes to that sweeâ—e waters fal Here shal arise an hand-erected Mounte From whose greene side shal glide a siluer founâ— Encreasing breadth as it runnes by degrees Hemd in with Couslips Daffadils and Trees That ore the same an Arche of Bowes shal make Through which the Sunne shal parcel-gild the Lake Beneath which in this little siluer Sea Shal bathe the daughters of Mnemosine Singing like Syrens playing Lyres vpon Beheav'ning so this hand-made Helicon Behinde the Trees coucht drown'd in Daffadillis Oxslips wilde Cullambines and water Lillis Shal Eluâ—s and Fairies their abiding make To listen to these Ladies of the Lake Actêon here shal metamorphiz'd bee Great Obron there shal ring his companee And here and there shal be varietie Of what so ere may charme the eare or eie Vnder a gloomy Bowre of stil-greene Baies That stil greene keepe their mortall makers praise Where Eglantines with flowres thrust in their Noses Intangled with the slips of damaske Roses Stil fresh and flourishing as month of Maie There shalt thou heare of loue the svvetest lay Which shall thy greedy sense so much inchaunt That where thou art thou shalt be ignoraunt And what thou art thou shalt not much respect Sith heav'n-rapt souls that VVhat do quight neglect There Angells notes shal so inchant thine Eares That thou shalt swim in ioy though sunck in Cares Here Lab'rinthes intricate of winding vvalkes Of Mirtles filld with Maie-bowes in the Balkes Where out shal breath soule-ravishing perfume VVhich time wil rather prosper then consume Shal lull fraile sense asleepe in pleasures lapp From melancholie free'd and al mishapp Each foote of grasse-made ground orelaid shal be VVith Natures Daizie-decked Draperee And therewith-al to yeeld the more delight Angell-fac'd Fairies clad in vestures white Shal come in tripping blithsome Madrigalls And foote fine Horne-pippes Iigges and Caterbralls That done the Driads and the Silvane crue Successiuelie thy solace to renewe In Matecheines Lavolts and Burgamasks Shal hardlie plie these time-beguiling Tasks Each Tree shal droppe downe sweete Ambrosia Or cordial Spices Myrrh and Casia The Baies shal sprinkle from their dewey Bowes Rose-water cleere to cheere thy handes and Browes Nought shal bee wanting in this Earthlie Heav'n That Art and Nature to Delight have giv'n Or by the pow'r of Spirites may bee fulfill'd To ravish sense with al that Heav'n may yeeld For I wil dive into th' infernal deepâ—s VVhere Pluto Prince of riches revell keepes And make him dance attendance on my Traine T' effect thy pleasure deere sweete Soveraigne There shalt thou see without al cause of feare The glorious worthies of the world that were How Caesar in rich Triumph entred Rome And Scipio when he Africk had orecome There shal the stately Queene of Amazons Penthesilea with her Minions Present thee with a Maunde of fruite divine Cull'd from the golden Tree of Proserpine Hector Achilles Priam Hecuba Great Agamemnon Pyrrhus Helena Or whom soever thou desir'st to see Shal at a beck doe homage vnto thee I le ripp the Bowells of the subtile Aire And bring the Sp'rits therin in fashion faire To counterfet the Musick of the Spheares And with Heav'ns harmony to fil thine Eares To fetch for thee from the extreame extent Of Earthes huge Globe what ere may thee content To flie vpon thine errand with a trice To fetch thee fruite from Earthly Paradice To entertaine thee when alone thou art VVith al the secrets of each hidden Art And whatsoere the heav'nly Cope doth cover To thee that thou maist know it to discover The Stone so sought of all Philosophers The making of which one so many marrs Thou shalt directly make it at thy pleasure T' enrich thy kingdome without meane or measure The great Elixer making small ones great Like dust thou shalt make common in the Streete And if thou wilt high waies shal paved bee With burnisht gold made onely but by thee If thou wouldst haue the Aïer turn'd and tost To strike a terrour in each Clime or Coste These Sp'rits that Lord it ore that Element Shal doe the same for thee incontinent And when thou wouldst â—pare their societie They with a vengance through the Aire shal flie VVithout the least hurt done to thee or thine Except it be in making you divine There shal no kingdomes Cares that life destroie And like Hell-paines the Hart and Minde annoy Once dare to ceaze vpon thy blisseful Hart For I wil charme them so by Pleasures Art That they shal seeme as dead and never sterr Thy solace to disturbe in peace or vvarre I le reave sweete voyced Boies of what they may Ill spare if spare to sing thy Cares awaie I le make some others spend their total time To make sweete strings expresse the twangs of Rime VVhich tickle shal thy hart-strings with such mirth That thou shalt saie ha this is Heav'n on Earth Thy royal Table shal be serv'd with Cates Surmounting farre Coelestial Delicates Ambrosia shal be thy coursest Cheate And Manna Angells-foode thy Groomes shal eate Delicious VVines that make sweete Nectar sowre Beauties divine in precious Boles shal powre To comfort Nature and to glad thy Hart VVith comfort that surmounteth Natures Art The Samos Pecocke and the Malta Crane The dainty Lamprey in Tartâ—sia tane The Phrigian Woddcock and th' Ambracian Gote The fine fish Asinellus hardly gott The Oisters of Tarentum fish of Helops The Goldny of Cilicia Chios Scalopps The Nutts of Tasia and th' AEgyptian Dates In few all kingdomes choisest Delicates That to the Pallate pleasure may affoord Shal ore abound vpon thy bounteous Boord When from a Silver'd Tent to please thine Eare Cornettâ— Recorders Clarions thou shalt heare Whiles to delight thy sight as wel as hearing Stately Dumb showes before it shal be sterring Which wel tongu'd Mercury shal faire relate Stil pointing to thy praise and glorious state VVhen with these Sweetes thou art wel satisfied I le make thee Beds of flowres divinly dide VVhere thou thy Loues for your Limbs reposes May drownd your selues among sweet damask Roses And while your rest the sacred Muses nyne Singing ful sweetely Ditties most divine That for Harts ioy wil cause the Eyes to weepe Shal lullabie your blisful Soules asleepe Continual Iusts and roial Turnaments Furnisht with al Eye-pleasing ornaments Mummings Masks Plaies Plaies that shal play with Care As Catt with Mouse to kill her comming There VVhat booteth it to weare a golden Crowne If thorny Cares it line to make thee frowne Away with Care therefore awaie with
Richard Monster not a Man Vpon the Royal Throne that reeling stood Now Rule doth end when he to rule began VVho being perfect ill destroi'd the Good And like an Horseleech liv'd by sucking blood Now as desire of Rule more bloody was In Yorke then Lancaster so did the flud Of Divine Vengeance more in Yorke surpasse For to maine Seas of blood Blood-Brookes repasseâ— Bloud-sucking Richard swolâ—e with sucking Bloud When Horsleech-like he had his bloody pray Away fals hee in bloud bemir'd with Mud Making his Nephewes vsher him the way For from his crowne the crowne was cut away Henrie the sevenths keene-edg'd victorious Sword Slipt twixt both Crownes vnto his Crownes decay And got the Crowne that was much more assur'd VVhich hee to his and his to theirs affoord God amongst Men no King but demi God Henrie the seventh the Scâ—pter takes in hand Who with it as with Moises powrefull Rod Turn'd streames of civill bloud that soakt this land To silver streames that ran on Golden sand He turned Swords to Mattockes Speares to Spades And bound vp all vnbound in peaces Band Who draâ—e the erst long idle to their Trades And chang'd iniurious Swords to Iustice-Blades No more Plantagenet but Thewdor now Sits in the Kingdomes late vnstable Seate Plow-men praise God and God doth speed the Plow For such a King that makes their Crops compleate And multiplies their heardes of sheepe and Neate Vpon Ambitions Necke hee sets his foote Keeping her vnder And amongst the VVheate He puls vp Darnell dulie by the roote And nought neglects that may his Kingdome boote This Salomon lookt into High and Low And knew all from the Cedar to the shrub He bare the sworde that gaue a bitter blow Aswell to Cedars as the lowest stub That in the course of Iustice prou'd a Rub VVisedome and Prowesse did exalt his Throne Iustice and Mercie propt it which did curb Those that would shake it so that he alone Did rule the Roast that all did liue vpon He vertuous King still fear'd the King of Kings With louing feare that made him Lion-bold He ordred things as pleas'd the Thing of Things Like David that of him his Crowne did hold That on his Throne his Ofspring doth vphold Laden with happinesse and blessed daies His Realme repleat with blessings manifold This prosp'rous Prince to his immortall praise Left Life Realme Children all at happy staies Then no lesse fear'd then famous Henry That had a sacred Caesar in his pay With some-what more then mortall Maiestie Sits on the Throne that hands divine did stay As Heire apparant and the state doth sway He weilds the sword with his victorious hands That the whole Continent doth sore affray Wherewith he makes to crouch the Neighbor lands Which in a manner lie at his commands Hee was as circumspect as provident And by his Fathers observation Did right well know what kinde of government Was fitt'st for this vnkinde revolting Nation Well knew hee how to part a Combination That stood not with the state or his availe And if he were severe for reformation T' was Emperik-like that knew what it did aile So kill the cause lest all the VVhole should faile His forâ—aine VVarres and famous Victories More glorious wereâ— then for our Contrie good For such VVars haue these inconveniences They make vs spend our Treasures with our bloud Where both are cast away in likelyhood When wars abroad drinke vp our wealth at home The fire must out when spent is all the wood And if nought from without come in the wombe The Body needes must die by Natures dombe The wealth hee prest from Monastries supprest VVith the Revennues which to them pertain'd The Crowne possest but hee it dispossest With open Hand which had they still remain'd T 'had bin aloft for lesse hath Crownes sustain'd Lone Reliefe Subsedie and such as these Might for the subiects ease haue bin refrain'd The crownes Revennues such might well release And haue maintain'd the state in warre and peace If these had still bin adiuncts of the crowne And all that hold them hold as of the same Our Kings might warre with Tenants of their owne Who would vnprest haue yet bin prest for shame To follow their Liege-land-lords by that name The Crowne then like a Condite neuer dry Stil might haue stream'd to th' owners endles fame Rivers of Riches vnto Low and hy That well deserv'd of King or Contery Those harts whose life their Liege should thus maintain No lesse then bodies to their souls are bound Should haue bin tied vnto their Soveraigne To goe with him at ev'ry needfull Sound And in their service bin most faithful found But that that shal be shal be That high hand That all disposeth thus did it confound For purposes which hardly can be scand But for the Crowne ill how ere for the Land Hee Caesar-like in 's fortunes confident Ere first he crost the Seas to warre with France The Marquesse of Exceter made Regent And Heire apparant but no ill by chance Ensu'd till he did him quite disadvance Hee had forgot the direfull Tragedie Of the sixth Henry and like heires apparance But more advis'd he held it policie To spare that heire till more necessitie When he had cleer'd the coast and clensd the waie Of all that lay in either to molest And having put the state in perfect staie He with his Fathers laid him downe to rest And left a Sonne in whom the Land was blest VVho being yong could not yet stirre the sterne But rul'd by those his sire esteemed best And while the vertuous King to rule did learne His Realme misrul'd in vp-rore did discerne Heere raign'd Ambition like Obedience clad There rul'd Sedition in Concordes coate And here and there Rebellion rag'd as mad And ev'ry where the Common-wealth did floate Like to an halfe-suncke tempest-beaten Boate Each for him selfe no one for King or Sate Vpon the VVedge of Gold the best did doate All stood as falling still in each estate Knights giving Earles Earles giving Dukes the Mate Many a Demas then forsooke poore Paule In Summe the Summe of all was out of square And yet strange Paradox at square was all None Compasse kept yet compassing they are And Circumvention held discretions care Thus whilst the Sov'raign's in minoritie Each would be sov'raigne that about him were The smal in grace strave for maiority And Youth with Age for Seniority Disorder thus dividing the whole State And subdividing those divisions The Lord of Love to show his vrged Hate Tooke the wrong'd Kinge from his Dominions And left the Land fir'd with seditions By Angells hands this Kinge Angelicall Aâ— one of high Iehovahs Minions Was borne from this Nation vnnaturall That vengeance on it so might freely fall No sooner had the Heavens seis'd his Soule But a left hand began to seize