Cuz thou and I though no man knew the same By our meere likenesse should our Kindred claime Both Learning-lovers faithfull-hearted kind Of lowly stature yet of lofty minde Onely quaint Fortune that with thee doth stay Playes the blind Jade with me and wheeles away 26. On humane bodies Our Bodies are like Shooes which off we east Physicke their Cobler is and Death the Last 27. An Epitaph on George Siddon of the Bull-head in Bosworth Death the great Gamester that at fairest throwes And surely strikes a Dye to Tables goes With sightlesse Fortune for our Siddons life But better to prevent a future strife Out of her Trumpet Fame the Dice must cast And play for Chance so to their sport they haste As even Life and Death were at the stake Straight Fortune blots and Death the man doth take Which the blind Goddesse seconded by Fame Did here interre and wonne the after-game 28. To Thomas May of Sutton-Cheney Gentleman Sweet Tom that like that Minion Earine Whose Beauty great Domitian held divine Dost in thy name the youth and pleasure beare Beauty and lovelinesse of all the yeare Yet in thy gall-lesse temper dost imply More sweetnesse than that Name doth signifie My true heart loves thee what can more be said Were I but Iove thou wert my Ganymed 29. On Maltworme This sonne of Riot spent on Ale and Beere And Indian fume two Thousand pounds a yeare Yet nought for all his Angels hath to shew Except a great Nose of a glorious hew Worth all his body for that is but mould But his tryumphant Nose scornes beaten gold 30. To Sampson Baker Sampson whose strength not in thy Haire But in thy firmer Braine-pan lyes I friendly warne thee to beware Of reason-blinding vanities By the implored helpe divine Of wilde affects the Lyon slay Account strong Beere a Philistine And th' Indian Witch a Dalilah 31. To Thomas Dixie Gentleman Thy stature is like mine but low Yet as the Gyants once did throw Huge Hills on Hills so hast thou laid Vast Law on Arts and thereby made A passage to Fames house on high Like that to Ioves the Galaxy 32. To Amorer How manlesse is thy dotage to adore That gilded rottennesse that poison'd core Of swelling prides Aposteme Must therefore Thou be a sheepe 'cause shee 's a Goatish Whore To Sir IOHN HARPVR YOu once my lusty Lines did like And I as well did like your Gold My measure-keeping Muse doth strike On the same string whose hopes are bold That you will daigne an eare to it Sith Hermes to adorne your minde Hath yeelded you his pleasant Wit And Phoebus hath his Harpe resign'd 34. To the same You have a Genius pleas'd with Verse I heare That smoothly passeth through your cleansed eare As water of Pactôlus where no stay Nor downe-fall interrupts his golden way For such your merits I your praise shall sing Whilst you still harpe on so divine a string 35. To William Bottome Who would Penelope's day-worke unwind Thy Name wrapt up in Huswifery might finde 36. A tricke for your Learning Two Schollers in Thames-streete were drinking hard And late to whom a Constable repair'd And tax't them for 't Invited yet to drinke He turn'd up Glasses till both nod and winke At greatest faults he would when sleepe at last Did bridle up his brutish senses fast Meane while the waggish Mercuries conspire T' abuse himand two Water-men they hire To take him napping and transport him thence Th' way of all Fish who ne're recover'd sense Nor from his dead sleepe found himselfe alive Till both his Charons at Gravesend arrive To all harsh Magistrates a warning faire That they of too much Wine and Wit beware 37. To Tom Dizzy Thou hast some do w-bak'd Learning I confesse But leaven'd so with pride and peevishnesse That all distaste it Mixe thy humours then With courteous sweetnesse most adorning men And throw proud fancies downe so maist thou rise At Fortunes next rebound and stand for wise 38. To a Red-ey'd Conjurer Thine Eyes like fire-balls shew how hot thou art In love with Hell whose Lyon rules thy heart 39. To Sir Andrew Knyveton in his Travaile IF wishes fastned to the wings of Love May over-take you and auspicious prove I wish you power in a solid soule And a sound body Fortune to controule I wish you ten-fold wisedome may obtaine To his that ten yeares wandered on the Maine I wish this Travaile may bring forth your fame I wish you best and happiest of your name I wish all graces on your heart distill'd And lastly wish these wishes all fulfill'd 40. To the same at his Returne Welcome to us as is the Morning lay Of the rais'd Larke glad Ushex of the Day To wearied Watch-men for our duller hearts Scarce leapt from sorrow since you left our parts But when their livelyer palpitation told Your neare approach scarce could our heart-strings hold Our gladnesse This Vlyssean course of yours Us of your worthier qualities assures Whose Knowledge is no doubt by travaile so Improv'd that still you will beyond us goe 41. An Epitaph on Mistresse Gray Grandmother to Sir Andrew Kniveton LO here deare Reliques of the richest frame Of Beauty by whose fall the Paschall Lambe Her honour'd Crest a golden Fleece hath lost Kept here by Death till with a glorious Host Not Iason but our blessed Iesus come Sayling on clouds to fetch this Treasure home 42. On Gentry I saw once on a Hill in Wales Th' old Herald Time with dusty Scales Weighing of Gentry and close by Stood the blind Goddesse secretly Those that were brainelesse light and vaine Did mount aloft and those againe That had their weight of worth did fall Low as this earthly Pedestall And still as Fortune pleas'd she made The Ballance move and laugh'd and play'd Her wanton prankes too seriously Ah ha are these your tricks thought I Then is the cause by Fortune found Why Gallants floate and Wits are drown'd 43. Gluttons and Lechers Gluttons are heavy hulkes that scarce can steere But Lechers are light Friggots here and there 44. The Life of Man Mans life is but a cheating game At Cards and Fortune playes the same Packing a Queene up with a Knave Whilst all would winne yet none doe save But loose themselves for Death is it That lastly cuts and makes his hit 45. To Master Farnaby Sith by the labour of thy smoothing hand We thinke we doe rough Persius understand The Criticke-vext Petronius Iuvenal The full-mouth'd Maro witty Martial The Tragedies of high-strain'd Seneca The noble Lucans brave Pharsalia With the wise Morals of the Stagyrite And Epigrammes which Grecian Muses write We ne're shall recompence thy paine but Fame Will cracke her Trumpet for 't and sound thy Name 46. To old Sir Iohn Harpur of Swarston deceased AS did cold Hebrus with deepe grones The Thracian Harper once lament So art thou with incessant mones Bewayled by thy dolefull Trent While the astonisht Bridge doth show Like an Arch-mourner
faces to the East that learne they might Of Sol the heart o' th' Planets rising bright To raise pure hearts to Heaven and rightly trace Through Vertues Zodiacke Signes of heavenly grace 124. Now or never Vpon their Sabbaths Eve old Israels Host Preparing for the time they honour'd most Stor'd them with Manna for the future day So should old Fathers hoar'd with frosty gray Against their finall now-approaching rest Hoard up good workes as Treasures in the Chest And Archer-like with most impulsion send Devotions shafts when drawing to their end 125. Winke not at great faults When Paul was preaching Eutychus asteepe Came toppling from aloft and dead was found So those that in the Church no watch will keepe Fall lame from goodnesse though their sleepe be sound 126. Gold like straw Straw ripens Fruits with kindly heate we know Yet serves in hot Spaine to conserve the Snow That cooles their Wines so warmes deceitfull gold The heart with joy yet makes Devotion cold 127. On the healing of a crooked woeman Christ that did cure this weakling doth delight That wrongs be rectifi'd and all upright 128. Against our Fashion-mongers In various formes the Tempter doth appeare But onely humane shape good Angels weare We then that still new-fangled fashions use VVhom follow wee the Fiend that us pursues 129. A sight of our Saviour Zacheus whose low stature could not see Our Saviour passing by him climb'd a Tree To take a full view of him so may we With Contemplations nimble pace ascend The Tree whereon our Ransome did depend And there behold our all-surpassing friend 130. A Cure for the Kings evill Greatest of Mortalls that with sparkling Gold Inspheare your browes and potent Scepters hold VVhen vain pompe swells you let the Crowne that tore Our deare Redeemers head be sadly wore In your remembrance so those Thornes will pricke Ambitious tumours whilst in minde they sticke 131. Temptation of the flesh This grand Enchantresse deales as Dalilah And so importunes us that we give way To her desires to th' losse of Iudgments eyes But then th' infernall Philistines devise Such grinding worke for us that for their toule They take what dearest is the precious Soule 132. Davids Harpe out of Tune after its Masters decease How am I sleighted now whose strings Lately enchain'd the eares of Kings And seem'd by vertue of their charme Th' infernall Dragon to disarme Now being of no note at all My mirth hangs with me on the wall Though still as good as ere did twang So may lost favourites goe hang. 133. A consort of Starres Each Shepheard knows that of those lights above Some with a swift course others slowly move And that the fixt Starres in a plaine song-way Goe on but Planets that below them stray Seeme to runne descant still and modulate Yet are their motions all proportionate And regular How could this wonder be But that the God of peace loves Harmony 134. A guilty Conscience A guilty Conscience is a Iayle wherein The Soule is chain'd with sorrow charg'd with sinnâ— 135. On the same Like Tobies Dogge 's a guilty Conscience That still is grumbling wheresoere we come And though still beaten backe and bidden hence Yet restlesly pursues and dogges us home 136. To a busie headed idle-handed Zelot Thou wholly dost neglect thy Family And marr'st good acts with such impiety Whil'st like the nayle that stucke in Sisera His Temples in the Church thou still wouldst stay Such fervent folly doth expose to mocks Devotion and such nayles the Devill knocks 137. The necessity of Respiration As humane bodies are conserv'd by breath So must our Soules too in a sort respire Send sighes and prayers out from hearts entire And draw in quickning grace else looke for Death 138. An offer of love to our new-borne Saviour Sith in the Inne no roome they will afford Take up thy lodging in my breast deare Lord Where for a Cradle let my panting heart Rocke thee asleepe that dost true rest impart And for thy swadling bands my Muse shall bring Strong Lines that binde the passions of a King O this poore offer wouldst thou take deare Lord A heartier welcome should no flesh afford 139. On a seared Conscience to a damnable Swearer It is affirm'd that where the Devill layes His claw and markes damn'd witches for his owne That part growes stupid and no sense bewrayes Nor bleeds though pierc'd with Needles to the bone Thy Conscience so which hottest Hell did seare Is senselesse growne nor wounds nor blood doth feare 140. A flocke of Fooles What numbers are there like the sonnes of Gad That more than Cana'n lik'd Mount Gilead Their folly 's infinite that so admire Hillocks of wealth though few to Heav'n aspire 141. A flight of cares Like noisome Flies that Aegypt did infest Are worldly cares whose buzzing doth molest Our fixt devotions yet with shorter wings Than to fly off though longer be their stings 142. Light enough in the Scriptures Who taxe the Scriptures with obscurity Are like old Eli that could scarce descry The hallowed Lamps for in those leaves doth shine A Sunne that did our cloudy flesh refine 143. Our Kingdomes happinesse Mild showers make sweet flowers spring amaine So blessings grow apace where good Kings reigne 144. Hard hearts to be broken Mens hearts are like those Tables made of stone Which God inscrib'd and by contrition Must so be broke such breaking makes us sound In the best part and heales us with a wound 145. David dancing Michol mocking When zealous David danc'd as if he would Shake all his sinnes off Michol could not hold But at his holy mirth her mocks she throwes And nimbly as his feete her loose tongue goes Yet here 's the difference his quick motions were Of the right stampe in hers rude wrongs appeare 149. David to Michol Dost thou frowne and looke awry At him whose zeale mounts uprightly Dost thou count loves force a toy And jeere because I dance for joy Flout and spare not I to meete My Lord will leape with agile feete And 'fore his sacred Arke will move In measures of unmeasur'd love For 't was an Arke that once to save 's Was glad and danc'd upon the waves 150. A devillish uproare When Israel would depart sterne Pharaoh more Rag'd not than doth th' infernall Lion roare When his revolting Subjects bid good-night To his darke kingdome and embrace the light 151. Lust and Pride Abra'm saw Sodome wrap't in smoke and fire And who the world beholds shall it desery Involv'd in hotter flames of lewd desire And smoke of pride that towreth to the sky Like to a Meteor yet descends againe In teares of sorrow as a Cloud in raine 152. Fond delights to be relinquisht Abra'm when Isaac left the dugge did make A Feast though none we heare of at his birth And when soft manlesse pleasure we forsake For wisedomes truth more cause we have of mirth Than if we should false Mammons summes collect That make the Chest sound
and art reputed wise For being beaten to the World and well Stricken in yeares thy prudence may excell 146. Time alters all things All suffer change by turnes we rise and fall Of Time that serves his Processe upon all 147. To Gilbert Knyveton Gentleman YOu beare his Name that beare me much good-will And bound me with the golden tyes of Love T' addresse my service to his Off-spring still Whose true devoire may it accepted prove So shall the wandring Starre of my desire Be culminant nor farther needs t' aspire 148. On Sleepe Sleepe binds the Senses but at liberty It sets the Soule and mocks the fantasie With strange illusions playing Iugler-like At fast and loose till Death in earnest strike 149. To Hugh the Cryer Thou still dost bawle and brabble none knowes why That all the Towne sounds of a Hugh and cry 150. A good wits dyet That which upholds our tottering walls of flesh Is food and that which doth our wits refresh Is wholesome Study for like stronger Fare Be solid Arts but Sweet-meates Poems are 151. To the prime Lady Fainebe When thou beholdest in thy Mimick Glasse Thy forme that most of Beauties doth surpasse In Natures dainties wisely then compare Thy Feature to thy Mirrour bright and faire But fâ—aile and brittle shatter'd with one blow Into a thousand splinters thus bestow Thy cogitations and thy plumes of pride Low as thy Grave will fall and there abide 152. To Sir Landlesse Ramkin What art thou Knighted why thy meanes are small And thy flush Lady now will lavish all Vpon her â—â—cke save what she doth bestow Vpon thy brow to make thy Knight-hood show 156. To the same Knighthood's come on thee as a man should throw Gold on a dunghill and thy Lady so Sutes with thy gredtnes that her gowne will be In stead of coat of armes and honour thee 157. To Doctor Butler in his last sicknesse How angry seemes the Fates at thee Rare man that thousands hast set free From their arrests and sure didst make Those adamantine Sisters quake Lest through thine Arte their power should Both be contemned and controul'd But Death into his vengefull jawes This Butlers selfe now rudely draws 158. To the Lord Sillysense Your greatnes with your Dwarfe delights to passe The time and makes your Foole your looking-glasse 159. To Captaine Iames after his intended discovery of the North-west passages Captaine that hast endur'd ten thousand knockes 'Gainst floating Iles of Ice and setled Rockes Out-daring tempests with undaunted sense And dulling sharpest colds with patience Meeting more dangers than each tedious day Had houres too ill proud Fortune did repay Thy hazarde yet to th' honor of thy name The North-west passage prov'd thy way to Fame 160. On the Searchers of the North-west passage Those that make proofe of what the Spaniards say Of that short Cut into the Southerne Maine Are like yong Gallants that with Cheaters play At passage and with losse repent in vaine 161. Loves Remedy Withdraw the fewell from Loves piercing fire By abstinence or come not neere unto 't By dalliance so mayst thou quench desire If not let marriage for thee do 't 162. The Pulpets complaynt of a Diabolicall Lyer Strong was I built else had I surely bin Crusht to the ground by thy grand weight of sinne Whose pride hath father'd many a loathsome lie On the sweet Saints Bernard and Hillary Grave Augustine with others and doth vent More foolish Buls than ere the Popedome sent Into the world nor ever Sermon makes But straight turnes vagrant and the text forsakes Base sonne of Levi that didst never know Thy father nor thy pedegree canst show By th'Booke if yet thou hast one graine of grace Rub off that brazen morphew from thy face Do as the begger on a Sunny day Does by his Lice throw baser lies away And either ballast that light skull of thine With learnings weight that makes a grave Divine Or at the Altars hornes for oathes and lies Hang a worse Priest than ere did sacrifice 163. The Lyer Twelve stones wore Aaron on his brest but I Looke but for one the Embleme of a lye 164. Naked Love Nature allowes her Birds and Beasts to weare Light armour of warme Feathers Wooll and Haire And unto man gives providence t' enfold Himselfe in garment 'gainst invasive cold Why then should tender Love be left to go Naked alone because 't is hottest so 165. An Epitaph on George Agard Gent. Here lyes in a dead sleep unheard and unseene Not high George a horse-backe nor stout Georg a Greene But joviall George Agard made round as a Bowle From Taverne to Ale-house the better to â—owle Who 'mongst witty Clerkes many pounds having spent Whipt Petties for pennies and thus was content In Schoole to do pennance by paynes-taking great That so with his owne rod himselfe he might beat Thus casting the flesh downe his Spirit did even Mount up at rebound to drinke Nectar in Heaven 166. On Nuptiall love Adam before his fall did fall alone In love with Eve who of-spring yet had none So that the prime and liveliest touch of all Loves Consorts is th' affection conjugall 167. On Church-bells Some Novellists that Conscience most pretend With Caps and Surplisses themselves offend Others dare raile at other matters else As at the Ring but few against the Bells Which should they taxe the Ropes would undertake To answer for them and all quiet make 168. Evacuation of the foure humours Mans head is purg'd as Galens sonnes declare Of Blood and Phlegme by th' Nose and by the Haire Of melancholicke drosse but choler will Have him by th' eares and that way vents her ill 169. On the Kings Iester How plumpe's the Libertine how rich and trimme He jests with others Fortune jests with him 170. To cracking Iohn Fye make not wise men mad by boasting so Sith every child thy sillinesse doth know Whose vaporous braine might in a Cherry-stone Be lodged cracke't and where 's the kernell Iohn 171. To Humphrey Okeover Esquire I sometimes heard a kind of Prophesie That your name should in faire Longevity Equall the Tree of Iove which may it bide Like Royall Cedar never putrifi'd Nor otherwise impair'd so sound a fame To you I wish and your well-timber'd name 172. To Robert Lincolne Gentleman Deare Sir your Fates looke as our Proverb sayes The devill look't o're Lincolne and would raise Contempt against your worth whose honour'd name Stands Ensigne-like defying base defame 173. On Thomas Draper Gentleman I need not wrappe this Draper in the cleane Linnen of plausive Verse and yet I meane That the indearements of our love shall goe In as faire dressings as my Muse can show For our affections have with many a graine Of Salt beene season'd and will still remaine Sound and unshooke while Thousands will their hands To Friendship set yet breake her strictest bands 174. To T. R. How shall I plague thee for thy villanies That meane thy beaten bulke to
Tyrants In the Red Sea sterne Pharaoh dy'd and in Christs blood was drown'd that cursed Tyrant Sinne. 45. Gods Image Likenesse breedes love and therefore God did make Man as his Image that he thence might take A deare occasion in deepe love to fall With his high Lord whose grace surmounts to all 46. Of Divine Precepts How good is God! whos 's every sweete command Doth with the soules and bodies safety stand Whose true and happy preservation lies In antidotes of vertuous exercise But vice is like a worme that Canker sets Into the Bone and harder Conscience frets 47. Of Repentance Put not Repentance off till thou beest old For such Devotion heartlesse growes and cold Nor ere shall that man for a wise one passe That layes much treasure on a tyred Asse 48. On Worldlings Like Gideons troopes which off the Captaine cast For bending Beast-like to the ground to tast The Crystall River is the wretched crew Of Worldlings which with downe-cast mindes pursue Their wretched treasure that like water flowes By course and from them with a murmure goes 49. On the same Rich Worldlings are poore Snakes sustain'd alone With shining dust and downe to basenesse throwne 50. Prosperity perilous King Saul his sonnes and other Chieftaines more Fell under wounds upon Mount Gilboa And when in high prosperity we soare Well may we feare a downfall and decay For honours Bubble swelling ne're so high Breakes with a pricke and out the winde must flye 51. Affliction profitable A fishes Gall blind Tobit cur'd and so Bitter affliction lends us light to know The World and all its fashood that in lieu Of promis'd Roses sticks our breasts with Rue 52. On the same The higher that the Deluge rose More upward did the Arke ascend So in the deepest waves of woe More Heaven-ward our affections tend And sad affliction oft doth prove A beaten path to joyes above 53. Paine before pleasure Vigills and Fasts to joyfull feasts make way And Earths short paines to Heav'ns long Holiday 54. Of Riches Like Sparrowes Dung that seel'd up Tobits sight Is wealth whose love our soules becloudeth quite And with pollution so belimes her wings That heavily she mounts to heavenly things 55. Ioseph in Prisan to Pharaoh's Butler at liberty Whilst we in Prison fettered lay Our loves were fast and thou didst say Thou surely wouldst if ever grac't Againe relieve me but thou hast Let slip thy promise and my paine Though Pharaoh's Cuppe thou holdst againe Thus Royall favours Sunne-shine makes In Dunghill mindes ungratefull snakes Of Libertines in office set And cuppes make men their friends forget 56. On Tobias his Fish The Entrailes of this Fish once laid on fire Caus'd all infernali Spirits to retire So a zeale-burning heart the fiends doth quell And a good liver feares no bugges of Hell 57. The Devills child the Devills lucke Iudas that did the Khapsacke beare Like a false-hearted Souldier The bloody colours did forgoe Of his deare Lord to serve his foe For helish pay yet in the close Had not one crosse to helpe his woes But with his empty bagge by 's side Was hang'd and broke and poorely dy'd 58. On Avarice Greedy Gehazies snow-white Leprosie Fairely resembleth foulest Covetize That makes men lame to workes of Charity And hoares our haires ere age their colour dyes 59. A false World This crooked World is serpentine And poysons doth with pleasures deale Just as the Snake doth brightly shine Yet banefull venome doth concile So one faire fruit deform'd us all Whence all our lives like leaves doe fall 60. Of Religion Religion is a golden chaine to binde With tenne strong linkes all Adams stubborne kinde 61. On Saint Stephen stoned Some men are beaten to this world but here 's One that was battered to the heavenly spheares Whose prayers faster than the stones did fly Vollyed for entrance to the opening sky Nor did poore halfe-dead Isaac more rejoyce To see the Ramme and heare the Angels voyce Than Stephen did to see the Lambe once slaine For our sins guilt with his triumphant traine Well might he joy that was within a small Stones cast of Heaven whence treasured blessings fall 62. Pride and Humility Mountaines their tallnesse loose but vallies grow Higher by ruines on their bosome cast And climbing pride comes tumbling downe below But humble goodnesse will reach Heaven at last 63. Divine Wisedome Moses his reall Serpent had the power Those other made by Magicke to devoure And Gods transcendent wisedome doth containe All others knowledge as a boundlesse maine Which never Creature strove to passe but fell Short in his Voyage lost in darkest Hell 64. Ignorance the Divels foole The Divell in darke ignorance delights And as sterne Nahash once the Gileadites Right eyes required so endeavours he Knowledge to quench and arts dexterity 65. Of Mahomets Religion Like to that thousand-slaying Asses jaw Which Sampson brandisht is the sencelesse Law Of Mahomet which more weake soules hath slaine Than th' Alcaron doth witlesse words containe 66. On Iacobs wrestling Iacob that Esau had supplanted first With confidence well fortify'd now durst Encounter with an Angell and doth beare The blessed prize away though lam'd he were Yet no discomfort could him hence dismay Sith such maim'd souldiers shall have heavenly pay 67. On the same Iacob went halting that he might not fly Farre from his Lord that loves such company 68. Mans life in the lapse On Tigris banke when once Tobias sate Of slippery life he well might meditate Which faster than that swiftest river flowes With downe-right course to death nor Eddy knowes 69. Of the Pillar of Salt the remainder of Lots Wife What object 's this that doth assault my sense With feare the monument of her offence Who with good Lot did from lewd Sodome goe Yet for apostacy was pillory'd so Warning us all to season with this Salt Our ranke affections and avoyde her fault 70. Of a Carnalist How like is he a wanton life that leades To hoary Iordan that the flowery meads Clippes in his progresse yet doth swiftly tend To the dead sea and makes a bitter end 71. Seths Pillars Seths famous Pillars that inscribed stood With Learning and Religion scap'd the floud For though both Gold and Silver feele decay Faire knowledge may be clipt nere washt away 72. Of Drunkards Drunkards are like to leaking shippes and in Great danger to be sunke in seas of sinne 73. Worldly pleasure As Ioab Amaziah did embrace And stabbe together so with flattering face False pleasure courts us but with paine the whiles Wounds whom she wooes slaughters when she smiles 74. Not too fast Swift as a sylvan Roe was Asahel Yet overtooke by Fate he wounded fell In following Abner For in veyle of night Close by the ground flyes death and puts to flight The bold'st pursuers and from life of grace Too frequently they fall that honour chase 75. To an Epicure Thy belly is thy God thine appetite All thy Religion which with tooth and
nayle Thou followest and with an eager zeale Dost sacrifice to Riot day and night Nor wilt surcease till death his speare hath tost In thy vast paunch or way and weapon lost 76. Ill enough at the best The Skinnes of beasts that sacrificed were Were plucked off but when we best appeare The services which we to God advance Are skinned ore with veyles of ignorance Pride and hypocrisie so much we prove Strangers to simple truth and naked love 77. Solace in solitude The Coale-blacke Raven in the desart fed Elias but that glory-glittering Dove Those soules doth cherish that are sequestred From worldly toyes and fixt on joyes above 78. No truth in the World False-hearted Laban in faire Rachels stead Put bleare-ey'd Leah on his patient friend So though the World much blisse hath promised With blind conceite it gulls us in the end 79. Comfort in selfe conquest On troubled waters could not Noahs Dove Take rest but in the Arke that did containe A wildernesse of Creatures leagu'd in love Nor will that Dove-like comforter remaine Save that in brest whose wild affections be Bound to tame peace yet strike sweet harmony 80. An Ocean of Wine Wine is a Drunkard is an in-land maine With pleasure tost but wracking him with paine 81. Christs rising and setting When Christ did rise at midnight day did spring With strange light when he crosly set againe Day gloom'd to night under whose threatning wing The sad earth quak'd as conscious of his paine Right Sun of Heaven from whose blest course proceed Both light and shade Right Sun of Heav'n indeed 82. To the Heavenly Host exulting at our Saviours Birth Cease your loud joyes Celestials cease Your noyse disturbes the Prince of peace Whose teares which who can singing view His cheekes sweet rosaryes bedew And at whose plaints th'empassion'd stones Are chaf'd to droppes and melt with mones Yet haile deare cause of pretious joyes For those thy vollying sighes and cryes Doe force the ports of Heaven to sly Open and make us way thereby To blisse and that thy pearly raine Doth our robb'd soules enrich againe Then doe not yet Celestials cease Your mirth proclaimes the Prince of peace 83. Of the beatificall Vision Peace Epicures cease Stoicks with the rest Of Ancients to make knowne what makes you blest Your chiefe goods are but empty dreames but mine A reall vision glorious and Divine 84. To Herod Murtherer of the Innocents Fie brutish Tyrant sheath thy blade So drunke with former slaughters made That now it doth at rand on fall On the most harmelesse things of all The Son of Heaven 's without thy spheare And thou but idlely beat'st the aire With threats but mothers groanes and cryes That vapour to the vengefull skies From swollen Clouds shall head-long downe With Lightning burst and blast thy Crowne 85. Patient and prudent A suffering man is like the Beare-starre slow To move yet such as may discrection show 86. To the blessed Virgin at her purification Why favourite of Heaven most faire Dost thou bring fowles for Sacrifice Will not the armefull thou dost beare That lovely Lambe of thine suffice 87. On Mary Magdalen weeping c. How fast doth Mary let her floud-gates goe As if the bottome of her love to shew Catching with golden nets O rich device That pretious prey true bird of Paradise 88. To Iordan wherein Christ was baptized Iordan that in the Type of Heaven dost spring And of all rivers mayst be stiled King Crown'd with thine owne delightfull plants that lave And deckt their tresses in thy glassy wave How happy wast thou that the King of Kings More sweet more faire than all thy meads springs Was dipt in thee Thenceforth thy current should Have stood for Iasper set in bankes of gold 89. Flesh to dust Death a strange Miller flesh to dust doth grind How not with water but defect of wind 90. Comfort in calamity In frosty times most starry fires are seene And when afflictive sorrowes are most keene God comfort daignes and so to us doth show His lightfull face that we his favour know 91. Of Heaven When I admire some starres whose magnitude Doth the earths vastnesse many times include And those least Lights more radiant to behold Than Diamonds or Diadoms of gold Me thinkes I feele my lightned heart inflame Of rapture mount to that illustrious frame Yet fall backe like a dying sparke that must Be turn'd to ashes and confus'd with dust But Othe wonder when the pavements are So rich how glorious how transcending faire Is the great Chamber and how bright that face Where pretious beames of beauty glory grace Are sweetly all as flowers for sacrifice Commixt and offered to joy-ravisht eyes 92. To a serpentine Sychophant Thou liv'st by doing others deadly wrong At great mens Tables with thy banefull tongue And yet dependest as thou dar'st averre On Heavens full hand to be thy Caterer That threats to shake thee for detested trickes As Paul the Viper into burning Styx A generall benefit Moses prescrib'd that holy fumes should be Temper'd and mixt in equall quantity Whereby in a sweet sence is understood That equally we share the Soveraigne blood Of Christ that doth the beggers soule refine Pure as the Kings whose gold-girt temples shine 94. The power of prayer Our prayers are as fired shafts that shall Make that old Serpent like to Python fall 95. An invitation to happinesse Me thinkes I see a glittering troope of Saints Beckning to me from Heavens gilt battlements To hasten to them Here they seeme to say Is the springs flourish Summers lightsome ray The Autumnes plenty with the Winters ease And all that may the high-wrought phansie please Who then pure treasures dost preferre to toyes Mend thy dull pace and minde this place of joyes 96. Evill Objects infectious As those that gaze on bloody galled eyes Become obnoxious to their maladies So on lewd precedents who oft will looke Shall lewdnesse catch and learne it without booke 97. Peter at the transfiguration What fulgour's this what harmelesse lightning's here Hath Phaebus vaulted from his radiant spheare To gaze here on my Lord or onely spread His rich flame-coloured mantle on the head Of happy Tabor Hence dull shadowy toyes Of mirth give me these pure illustrious joyes To shine with Moses and Elias still And keepe a high-day on this Heavenly hill 98. The Covetous to sublime contemplators As to his eye who yellow glasse applies Sees all things of that golden colour so When thoughts of profit taint our phantasies We onely are well seene in things below But in Celestiall matters blind as Moles That hunt for Wormes and haunt obscurest holes 99. Of the Wedding Ring This precious Embleme well doth represent That evennesse that Crownes us with content Which when it wanting is the sacred yoake Becomes uneasie yet with ease is broake 100. Pharaohs Daughter finding yong Moses in the Water What pretty pledge of love swimmes here Deepely engag'd How every teare Shines in the