either And both upon one poore heart ever feeding I hill cold despair most cold yet cooling neither In midst of fires his ycie frosts is breeding So fires and frosts to make a perfect hell Meet in one breast in one house friendly dwell Tir'd in this toylsome way my deep affection I ever forward runne and never ease me I dare not swerve her eye is my direction A heavie grief and weighty love oppresse me Desire and hope two spurres that forth compell'd me But awfull fear abridle still withheld me Twice have I plung'd and flung and strove to cast This double burden from my weary heart Fast though I runne and stop they sit as fast Her looks my bait which she doth seld ' impart Thus fainting still some inne I wish and crave Either her maiden bosome or my grave A vow BY hope and fear by grief and joy opprest With deadly hate more deadly love infected Without within in body soul distrest Little by all least by my self respected But most most there where most I lov'd neglected Hated and hating life to death I call Who scorns to take what is refus'd by all Whither ah whither then wilt thou betake thee Despised wretch of friends of all forlorn Since hope and love and life and death forsake thee Poore soul thy own tormenter others scorn Whither poore soul ah whither wilt thou turn What inne what host scorn'd wretch wilt thou now chuse thee The common host and inne death grave refuse thee To thee great Love to thee I prostrate fall That right'st in love the heart in false love swerved On thee true Love on thee I weeping call I who am scorn'd where with all truth I served On thee so wrong'd where thou hast so deserved Disdain'd where most I lov'd to thee I plain me Who truly lovest those who fools disdain thee Thou never-erring Way in thee direct me Thou Death of death oh in thy death engrave me Thou hated Love with thy firm love respect me Thou freest Servant from this yoke unslave me Glorious Salvation for thy glory save me So neither love nor hate scorn death shall move me But with thy love great Love I still shall love thee On womens lightnesse VVHo sowes the sand or ploughs the easie shore Or strives in nets to prison in the winde Yet I fond I more fond and senselesse more Thought in sure love a womans thoughts to binde Fond too fond thoughts that thought in love to tie One more inconstant then inconstancie Look as it is with some true April day Whose various weather stores the world with flowers The sunne his glorious beams doth fair display Then rains and shines again and straight it lowres And twenty changes in one houre doth prove So and more changing is a womans love Or as the hairs which deck their wanton heads Which loosely fly and play with every winde And with each blast turn round their golden threads Such as their hair such is their looser minde The difference this their hair is often bound But never bonds a woman might impound False is their flattering colour false and fading False is their flattering tongue false every part Their hair is forg'd their silver foreheads shading False are their eyes but falsest is their heart Then this in consequence must needs ensue All must be false when every part 's untrue Fond then my thoughts which thought a thing so vain Fond hopes that anchour on so false a ground Fond love to love what could not love again Fond heart thus fir'd with love in hope thus drown'd Fond thoughts fond heart fond hope but fondest I To grasp the winde and love inconstancie A reply upon the fair M. S. A Daintie maid that drawes her double name From bitter sweetnesse with sweet bitternesse Did late my skill and faulty verses blame And to her loving friend did plain confesse That I my former credit foul did shame And might no more a poets name professe The cause that with my verse she was offended For womens levitie I discommended Too true you said that poet I was never And I confesse it fair if that content ye That then I playd the poet lesse then ever Not for of such a verse I now repent me Poets to feigne and make fine lies endeavour But I the truth truth ah too certain sent ye Then that I am no poet I denie not For when their lightnesse I condemne I ly not But if my verse had ly'd against my minde And praised that which truth cannot approve And falsly said they were as fair as kinde As true as sweet their faith could never move But sure is linkt where constant love they finde That with sweet braving they vie truth and love If thus I write it cannot be deni'd But I a poet were so foul I ly'd But give me leave to write as I have found Like ruddy apples are their outsides bright Whose skin is fair the core or heart unsound Whose cherry-cheek the eye doth much delight But inward rottennesse the taste doth wound Ah! were the taste so good as is the sight To pluck such apples lost with self same price Would back restore us part of paradise But truth hath said it truth who dare denie Men seldome are more seldome women sure But if fair-sweet thy truth and constancie To better faith thy thoughts and minde procure If thy firm truth could give firm truth the lie If thy first love will first and last endure Thou more then woman art if time so proves thee And he more then a man that loved loves thee An Apologie for the premises to the Ladie Culpepper WHo with a bridle strives to curb the waves Or in a cypresse chest locks flaming fires So when love angred in thy bosome raves And grief with love a double flame inspires By silence thou mayst adde but never lesse it The way is by expressing to represse it Who then will blame affection not respected To vent in grief the grief that so torments him Passion will speak in passion if neglected Love that so soon will chide as soon repents him And therefore boyish Love's too like a boy With a toy pleas'd displeased with a toy Have you not seen when you have chid or fought That lively picture of your lovely beauty Your pretty childe at first to lowre or pout But soon again reclaim'd to love and duty Forgets the rod and all her anger ends Playes on your lap or on your neck depends Too like that pretty childe is childish Love That when in anger he is wrong'd or beat Will rave and chide and every passion prove But soon to smiles and fawns turns all his heat And prayes and swears he never more will do it Such one is Love alas that women know it But if so just excuse will not content ye But still you blame the words of angry Love Here I recant and of those words repent me In signe hereof I offer now to prove That changing womens love is
to the sunnie ray With gold enamels fair the silver white There heav'nly loves their prettie sportings play Firing their darts in that wide flaming light Her daintie neck spread with that silver mold Where double beautie doth it self unfold In th' own fair silver shines and fairer borrow'd gold 86 His breast a rock of purest alabaster Where Loves self sailing shipwrackt often sitteth Hers a twinne-rock unknown but to th' ship-master Which harbours him alone all other splitteth Where better could her love then here have nested Or he his thoughts then here more sweetly feasted Then both their love thoughts in each are ever rested 87 Runne now you shepherd-swains ah run you thither Where this fair Bridegroom leads the blessed way And haste you lovely maids haste you together With this sweet Bride while yet the sunne-shine day Guides your blinde steps while yet loud summons call That every wood hill resounds withall Come Hymen Hymen come drest in thy golden pall 88 The sounding Echo back the musick flung While heav'nly spheres unto the voices playd But see the day is ended with my song And sporting bathes with that fair Ocean Maid Stoop now thy wing my Muse now stoop thee low Hence mayst thou freely play and rest thee now While here I hang my pipe upon the willow bough 89 So up they rose while all the shepherds throng With their loud pipes a countrey triumph blew And led their Thirsil home with joyfull song Mean time the lovely Nymphs with garlands new His locks in Bay and honour'd Palm-tree bound With Lilies set and Hyacinths around And Lord of all the yeare and their May-sportings crown'd FINIS PISCATORIE ECLOGS AND OTHER POETICALL MISCELLANIES By P. F. ¶ Printed by the Printers to the UNIVERSITIE of CAMBRIDGE 1633. Anag Edward Benlowes Sun-warde beloved While Panses Sun = ward look that glorious Light With gentle Beames entring their purple Bowers Shedds there his Love heat and fair to sight Prints his bright forme within their golden flowers Look in their Leaves and see begotten there The Sun̄es lesse Son̄e glitring in acure sphere So when from Shades of superstitious night Mine eye turn'd to the Sun his heavnly powers Stampt on my new-born spirit his Image bright And Love Light Life into my bosome Showers This difference They in themselves have moving But his sweet Love mee dead and Sensles proving First Loves and drawes to Love Then Lover my Soule for Loving P. F ΑΛΙΕΓΤΙΚΟ'ΠOR PISCATORIE ECLOGUES ECLOG I. AMYNTAS IT was the time faithfull Halcyone Once more enjoying new-liv'd Ceyx bed Had left her young birds to the wavering sea Bidding him calm his proud white-curled head And change his mountains to a champian lea The time when gentle Flora's lover reignes Soft creeping all along green Neptunes smoothest plains 2 When haplesse Thelgon a poore fisher-swain Came from his boat to tell the rocks his plaining In rocks he found and the high-swelling main More sense more pitie farre more love remaining Then in the great Amyntas fierce disdain Was not his peer for song 'mong all the lads Whole shrilling pipe or voice the sea-born maiden glads 3 About his head a rocky canopie And craggy hangings round a shadow threw Rebutting Phoebus parching fervencie Into his bosome Zephyr softly flew Hard by his feet the sea came waving by The while to seas and rocks poore swain he sang The while the seas rocks answ'ring loud echoes-rang 4 You goodly Nymphs that in your marble cell In spending never spend your sportfull dayes Or when you list in pearled boats of shell Glide on the dancing wave that leaping playes About the wanton skiffe and you that dwell In Neptunes court the Oceans plenteous throng Deigne you to gently heare sad Thelgons plaining song 5 When the raw blossome of my youth was yet In my first childhoods green enclosure bound Of Aquadune I learnt to fold my net And spread the sail and beat the river round And withy labyrinths in straits to set And guide my boat where Thames and Isis heire By lowly Aeton slides and Windsor proudly fair 6 There while our thinne nets dangling in the winde Hung on our oars tops I learnt to sing Among my Peers apt words to fitly binde In numerous verse witnesse thou crystall Spring Where all the lads were pebles wont to finde And you thick hasles that on Thamis brink Did oft with dallying boughs his silver waters drink 7 But when my tender youth 'gan fairly blow I chang'd large Thames for Chamus narrower seas There as my yeares so skill with yeares did grow And now my pipe the better sort did please So that with Limnus and with Belgio I durst to challenge all my fisher-peers That by learn'd Chamus banks did spend their youthfull yeares 8 And Ianus self that oft with me compared With his oft losses rais'd my victory That afterward in song he never dared Provoke my conquering pipe but enviously Deprave the songs which first his songs had marred And closely bite when now he durst not bark Hating all others light because himself was dark 9 And whether nature joyn'd with art had wrought me Or I too much beleev'd the fishers praise Or whether Phoebus self or Muses taught me Too much enclin'd to verse and Musick playes So farre credulitie and youth had brought me I sang sad Telethusa's frustrate plaint And rustick Daphnis wrong and magicks vain restraint 10 And then appeas'd young Myrtilus repining At generall contempt of shepherds life And rais'd my rime to sing of Richards climbing And taught our Chame to end the old-bred strife Mythicus claim to Nicias resigning The while his goodly Nymphs with song delighted My notes with choicest flowers garlands sweet requited 11 From thence a Shepherd great pleas'd with my song Drew me to Basilissa's Courtly place Fair Basilissa fairest maid among The Nymphs that white-cliffe Albions forrests grace Her errand drove my slender bark along The seas which wash the fruitfull Germans land And swelling Rhene whose wines run swiftly o're the sand 12 But after bold'ned with my first successe I durst assay the new-found paths that led To slavish Mosco's dullard sluggishnesse Whose slothfull Sunne all winter keeps his bed But never sleeps in summers wakefulnesse Yet all for nought another took the gain Faitour that reapt the pleasure of anothers pain 13 And travelling along the Northern plains At her command I past the bounding Twead And liv'd a while with Caledonian swains My life with fair Amyntas there I led Amyntas fair whom still my sore heart plains Yet seem'd he then to love as he was loved But ah I fear true love his high heart never proved 14 And now he haunts th' infamous woods and downs And on Napaean Nymphs doth wholly dote What cares he for poore Thelgons plaintfull sounds Thelgon poore master of a poorer boat Ianus is crept from his wont prison bounds And fits the Porter to his eare and minde What hope Amyntas love a fisher-swain should finde
lights his fire Oft shrouds his golden flame in likest hair Oft in a soft-smooth skin doth close retire Oft in a smile oft in a silent tear And if all fail yet Vertue 's self he 'l hire Himself 's a dart when nothing els can move Who then the captive soul can well reprove When Love and Vertue 's self become the darts of Love Thom. 14 Sure Love it is which breeds this burning fever For late yet all too soon on Venus day I chanc't Oh cursed chance yet blessed ever As carelesse on the silent shores I stray Five Nymphs to see five fairer saw I never Upon the golden sand to dance and play The rest among yet farre above the rest Sweet Melite by whom my wounded breast Though rankling still in grief yet joyes in his unrest 15 There to their sportings while I pipe and sing Out from her eyes I felt a firie beam And pleasing heat such as in first of Spring From Sol inn'd in the Bull do kindly stream To warm my heart and with a gentle sting Blow up desire yet little did I dream Such bitter fruits from such sweet roots could grow Or from so gentle eye such spite could flow For who could fire expect hid in an hill of snow 16 But when those lips those melting lips I prest I lost my heart which sure she stole away For with a blush she soon her guilt confest And sighs which sweetest breath did soft convey Betraid her theft from thence my flaming breast Like thundring Aetna burns both night and day All day she present is and in the night My wakefull fancie paints her full to sight Absence her presence makes darknes presents her light Thirsil 17 Thomalin too well those bitter sweets I know Since fair Nicaea bred my pleasing smart But better times did better reason show And cur'd those burning wounds with heav'nly art Those storms of looser fire are laid full low And higher love safe anchours in my heart So now a quiet calm does safely reigne And if my friend think not my counsel vain Perhaps my art may cure or much asswage thy pain Thom. 18 Thirsil although this witching grief doth please My captive heart and Love doth more detest The cure and curer then the sweet disease Yet if my Thirsil doth the cure request This storm which rocks my heart in slumbring ease Spite of it self shall yeeld to thy behest Thirsil Then heark how Tryphons self did salve my paining While in a rock I sat of love complaining My wounds with herbs my grief with counsel sage restraining 19 But tell me first Why should thy partial minde More Melite then all the rest approve Thom. Thirsil her beautie all the rest did blinde That she alone seem'd worthy of my love Delight upon her face and sweetnesse shin'd Her eyes do spark as starres as starres do move Like those twin-fires which on our masts appear And promise calms Ah that those flames so clear To me alone should raise such storms of hope and fear Thirsil 20 If that which to thy minde doth worthiest seem By thy wel-temper'd soul is most affected Canst thou a face worthy thy love esteem What in thy soul then love is more respected Those eyes which in their spheare thou fond dost deem Like living starres with some disease infected Are dull as leaden drosse those beauteous rayes So like a rose when she her breast displayes Are like a rose indeed as sweet as soon decayes 21 Art thou in love with words her words are winde As flit as is their matter flittest aire Her beautie moves can colours move thy minde Colours in scorned weeds more sweet and fair Some pleasing qualitie thy thoughts doth binde Love then thy self Perhaps her golden hair False metall which to silver soon descends Is 't pleasure then which so thy fancie bends Poore pleasure that in pain begins in sorrow ends 22 What is 't her company so much contents thee How would she present stirre up stormy weather When thus in absence present she torments thee Lov'st thou not one but all these joyn'd together All 's but a woman Is 't her love that rents thee Light windes light aire her love more light then either If then due worth thy true affection moves Here is no worth Who some old hagge approves And scorns a beauteous spouse he rather dotes then loves 23 Then let thy love mount from these baser things And to the highest love and worth aspire Love 's born of fire fitted with mounting wings That at his highest he might winde him higher Base love that to base earth so basely clings Look as the beams of that celestiall fire Put out these earthly flames with purer ray So shall that love this baser heat allay And quench these coals of earth with his more heav'nly day 24 Raise then thy prostrate love with towring thought And clog it not in chains and prison here The God of fishers deare thy love hath bought Most deare he loves for shame love thou as deare Next love thou there where best thy love is sought My self or els some other fitting peer Ah might thy love with me forever dwell Why should'st thou hate thy heav'n and love thy hell She shall not more deserve nor cannot love so well 25 Thus Tryphon once did wean my fond affection Then fits a salve unto th' infected place A salve of soveraigne and strange confection Nepenthe mixt with Rue and Herb-de-grace So did he quickly heal this strong infection And to my self restor'd my self apace Yet did he not my love extinguish quite I love with sweeter love and more delight But most I love that Love which to my love ha's right Thom. 26 Thrice happy thou that could'st my weaker minde Can never learn to climbe so lofty flight Thirsil If from this love thy will thou canst unbinde To will is here to can will gives thee might 'T is done if once thou wilt 't is done I finde Now let us home for see the creeping night Steals from those further waves upon the land To morrow shall we feast then hand in hand Free will we sing and dance along the golden sand FINIS ECLOG VII The PRIZE Thirsil Daphnis Thomalin AVrora from old Tithons frosty bed Cold wintry wither'd Tithon early creeps Her cheek with grief was pale with angerred Out of her window close she blushing peeps Her weeping eyes in pearled dew she steeps Casting what sportlesse nights she ever led She dying lives to think he 's living dead Curst be and cursed is that wretched fire That yokes green youth with age want with desire Who ties the sunne to snow or marries frost to fire 2 The morn saluting up I quickly rise And to the green I poste for on this day Shepherd and fisher-boyes had set a prize Upon the shore to meet in gentle fray Which of the two should sing the choicest lay Daphnis the shepherds lad whom Mira's eys Had kill'd yet with such wound he gladly dies Thomalin
't not surely held with strong retention Would stirre domestick strife and fierce contention And waste the weary Isle with never ceas'd dissension 16 Therefore close by a little conduit stands Choledochus that drags this poison hence And safely locks it up in prison bands Thence gently drains it through a narrow fence A needfull fence attended with a guard That watches in the straits all closely barr'd Lest some might back escape and break the prison ward 17 The next ill stream the wholesome fount offending All dreery black and frightfull hence convay'd By divers drains unto the Splenion tending The Splenion o're against the Hepar laid Built long and square some say that laughter here Keeps residence but laughter fits not there Where darknesse ever dwells and melancholy fear 18 And should these waies stopt by ill accident To th' Hepar streams turn back their muddie humours The cloudie Isle with hellish dreeriment Would soon be fill'd and thousand fearfull rumours Fear hides him here lockt deep in earthy cell Dark dolefull deadly-dull a little hell Where with him fright despair and thousand horrours dwell 19 If this black town in over-growth increases With too much strength his neighbours over-bearing The Hepar daily and whole Isle decreases Like ghastly shade or ashie ghost appearing But when it pines th' Isle thrives its curse his blessing So when a tyrant raves his subjects pressing His gaining is their losse his treasure their distressing 20 The third bad water bubbling from this fountain Is wheyish cold which with good liquours meint Is drawn into the double Nephros mountain Which suck the best for growth and nourishment The worst as through a little pap distilling To divers pipes the pale cold humour swilling Runs down to th' Urine-lake his banks thrice daily filling 21 These mountains differ but in situation In form and matter like the left is higher Left even height might slack their operation Both like the Moon which now wants half her fire Yet into two obtuser angles bended Both strongly with a double wall defended And both have walls of mudde before those walls extended 22 The sixt and last town in this region With largest stretcht precincts and compasse wide Is that where Venus and her wanton sonne Her wanton Cupid will in youth reside For though his arrows and his golden bow On other hills he frankly does bestow Yet here he hides the fire with which each heart doth glow 23 For that great Providence their course foreseeing Too eas'ly led into the sea of death After this first gave them a second being Which in their off-spring newly flourisheth He therefore made the fire of generation To burn in Venus courts without cessation Out of whose ashes comes another Island nation 24 For from the first a fellow Isle he fram'd For what alone can live or fruitfull be Arren the first the second Thelu nam'd Weaker the last yet fairer much to see Alike in all the rest here disagreeing Where Venus and her wanton have their being For nothing is produc't of two in all agreeing 25 But though some few in these hid parts would see Their Makers glory and their justest shame Yet for the most would turn to luxurie And what they should lament would make their game Flie then those parts which best are undescri'd Forbear my maiden song to blazon wide What th' Isle and Natures self doth ever strive to hide 26 These two fair Isles distinct in their creation Yet one extracted from the others side Are oft made one by Loves firm combination And from this unitie are multipli'd Strange may it seem such their condition That they are more dispread by union And two are twenty made by being made in one 27 For from these two in Loves delight agreeing Another little Isle is soon proceeding At first of unlike frame and matter being In Venus temple takes it form and breeding Till at full time the tedious prison flying It breaks all lets its ready way denying And shakes the trembling Isle with often painfull dying 28 So by the Bosphor straits in Euxine seas Not farre from old Byzantum closely stand Two neighbour Islands call'd Symplegades Which sometime seem but one combined land For often meeting on the watrie plain And parting oft tost by the boist'rous main They now are joyn'd in one and now disjoyn'd again 29 Here oft not Lust but sweetest Chastitie Coupled sometimes and sometimes single dwells Now linkt with Love to quench Lusts tyrannie Now Phoenix-like alone in narrow cells Such Phoenix one but one at once may be In Albions hills thee Basilissa thee Such onely have I seen such shall I never see 30 What Nymph was this said fairest Rosaleen Whom thou admirest thus above so many She while she was ah was the shepherds Queen Sure such a shepherds Queen was never any But ah no joy her dying heart contented Since she a deare Deers side unwilling rented Whose death she all too late too soon too much repented 31 Ah royall maid why should'st thou thus lament thee Thy little fault was but too much beleeving It is too much so much thou should'st repent thee His joyous soul at rest desires no grieving These words vain words fond comforters did lend her But ah no words no prayers might ever bend her To give an end to grief till endlesse grief did end her 32 But how should I those sorrows dare display Or how limme forth her vertues wonderment She was ay me she was the sweetest May That ever flowr'd in Albions regiment Few eyes fall'n lights adore yet fame shall keep Her name awake when others silent sleep While men have eares to heare eyes to look back and weep 33 And though the curres which whelpt nurst in Spain Learn of fell Geryon to snarle and brawl Have vow'd and strove her Virgin tombe to stain And grinne and fome and rage and yelp and bawl Yet shall our Cynthia's high-triumphing light Deride their houling throats and toothlesse spight And sail through heav'n while they sink down in endlesse night 34 So is this Islands lower region Yet ah much better is it sure then so But my poore reeds like my condition Low is the shepherds state my song as low Marre what they make but now in yonder shade Rest we while Sunnes have longer shadows made See how our panting flocks runne to the cooler glade CANT IIII THe shepherds in the shade their hunger feasted With simple cates such as the countrey yeelds And while from scorching beams secure they rested The Nymphs disperst along the woody fields Pull'd from their stalks the blushing strawberries Which lurk close shrouded from high looking-eyes Shewing that sweetnesse oft both low and hidden lies 2 But when the day had his meridian runne Between his highest throne and low declining Thirsil again his forced task begunne His wonted audience his sides entwining The middle Province next this lower stands Where th' Isles Heart-city spreads his large cōmands
cherish all the Citie therefore right They call that th' hard and this the tender mother The first with divers crooks and turnings wries Cutting the town in foure quaternities But both joyn to resist invading enemies 13 Next these the buildings yeeld themselves to sight The outward soft and pale like ashes look The inward parts more hard and curdy white Their matter both from th' Isles first matter took Nor cold nor hot heats needfull sleeps infest Cold nummes the workmen middle temper 's best When kindely warmth speeds work cool gives timely rest 14 Within the centre as a market place Two caverns stand made like the Moon half spent Of speciall use for in their hollow space All odours to their Judge themselves present Here first are born the spirits animall Whose matter almost immateriall Resembles heavens matter quintessentiall 15 Hard by an hundred nimble workmen stand These noble spirits readily preparing Lab'ring to make them thinne and fit to hand With never ended work and sleeplesse caring Hereby two little hillocks joyntly rise Where fit two Judges clad in seemly guise That cite all odours here as to their just assise 16 Next these a wall built all of saphires shining As fair more precious hence it takes his name By which the third cave lies his sides combining To th' other two and from them hath his frame A meeting of those former cavities Vaulted by three fair arches safe it lies And no oppression fears or falling tyrannies 17 By this third cave the humid citie drains Base noisome streams the milkie streets annoying And through a wide-mouth'd tunnel duely strains Unto a bibbing substance down convoying Which these foul dropping humours largely swills Till all his swelling spunge he greedy fills And then through other sinks by little soft distills 18 Between this and the fourth cave lies a vale The fourth the first in worth in rank the last Where two round hills shut in this pleasant dale Through which the spirits thither safe are past Those here refin'd their full perfection have And therefore close by this fourth wondrous cave Rises that silver well scatt'ring his milkie wave 19 Not that bright spring where fair Hermaphrodite Grew into one with wanton Salmacis Nor that where Biblis dropt too fondly light Her tears and self may dare compare with this Which here beginning down a lake descends Whose rockie chanel these fair streams defends Till it the precious wave through all the Isle dispends 20 Many fair rivers take their heads from either Both from the lake and from the milkie well Which still in loving chanels runne together Each to his mate a neighbour parallel Thus widely spread with friendly combination They fling about their wondrous operation And give to every part both motion and sensation 21 This silver lake first from th' Head-citie springing To that bright fount foure little chanels sends Through which it thither plenteous water bringing Straight all again to every place dispends Such is th' Head-citie such the Princes Hall Such and much more which strangely liberall Though sense it never had yet gives all sense to all 22 Of other stuffe the Suburbs have their framing May seem soft marble spotted red and white First stands an Arch pale Cynthia's brightnes shaming The Cities forefront cast in silver bright At whose proud base are built two watching towers Whence hate and love skirmish with equall powers Whence smiling gladnesse shines and sullen sorrow showers 23 Here sits retir'd the silent reverence And when the Prince incens'd with angers fire Thunders aloud he darts his lightning hence Here dusky-reddish clouds foretell his ire Of nothing can this Isle more boast aright A twin-born Sunne a double seeing light With much delight they see are seen with much delight 24 That Thracian shepherd call'd them Natures glasse Yet then a glasse in this much worthier being Blinde glasses represent some neare-set face But this a living glasse both seen and seeing Like heav'n in moving like in heav'nly firing Sweet heat and light no burning flame inspiring Yet ah too oft we find they scorch with hot desiring 25 They mounted high sit on a loftie hill For they the Princes best intelligence And quickly warn of future good or ill Here stands the palace of the noblest sense Here Visus keeps whose Court then crystall smoother And clearer seems he though a younger brother Yet farre more noble is farre fairer then the other 26 Six bands are set to stirre the moving tower The first the proud band call'd that lifts it higher The next the humble band that shoves it lower The bibbing third draws it together nigher The fourth disdainfull oft away is moving The other two helping the compasse roving Are call'd the circling trains wanton bands of loving 27 Above two compasse groves Loves bended bows Which fence the towers from flouds of higher place Before a wall deluding rushing foes That shuts and opens in a moments space The low part fixt the higher quick descending Upon whose tops spearmen their pikes intending Watch there both night and day the castles port defending 28 Three divers lakes within these bulwarks lie The noblest parts and instruments of sight The first receiving forms of bodies nigh Conveys them to the next and breaks the light Danting his rash and forcible invasion And with a clear and whitish inundation Restrains the nimble spirits from their too quick evasion 29 In midst of both is plac't the Cyrstall pond Whose living water thick and brightly shining Like Saphires or the sparkling Diamond His inward beams with outward light combining Alt'ring it self to every shapes aspect The divers forms doth further still direct Till by the nimble poast th' are brought to th' Intellect 30 The third like molten glasse all cleare and white Both round embrace the noble Crystalline Six inward walls fence in this Tower of sight The first most thick doth all the frame inshrine And girts the Castle with a close embrace Save in the midst is left a circles space Where light and hundred shapes flock out in apace 31 The second not so massie as the other Yet thicker then the rest and tougher fram'd Takes his beginning from that harder mother The outward part like horn and thence is nam'd Through whose translucent sides much light is born Into the Tower and much kept out by th' horn Makes it a pleasant light much like the ruddie morn 32 The third of softer mold is like a grape Which all entwines with his encircling side In midst a window lets in every shape Which with a thought is narrow made or wide His inmost side more black then starrelesse night But outward part how like an hypocrite As painted Iris looks with various colours dight 33 The fourth of finest work more slight and thinne Then or Arachne which in silken twine With
around Their heads much lighter then their nimble heels Silenus old in wine as ever drown'd Clos'd with the ring in midst though sitting reels Under his arm a bag-pipe swoln he held Yet wine-swoln cheeks the windie bag out-swell'd So loudly pipes his word But full no mirth I yeeld 77 Insatiate sink how with so generall stain Thy spu'd-out puddles court town fields entice Ay me the shepherds selves thee entertain And to thy Curtian gulph do sacrifice All drink to spue and spue again to drink Sowre swil-tub sinne of all the rest the sink How canst thou thus bewitch with thy abhorred stink 78 The eye thou wrong'st with vomits reeking streams The eare with belching touch thou drown'st in wine The taste thou surfet'st smell with spuing steams Thou woundest foh thou loathsome putrid swine Still thou increasest thirst when thirst thou slakest The minde and will thou wits bane captive takest Senseles thy hoggish filth sense thou senseles makest 79 Thy fellow sinnes and all the rest of vices With seeming good are fairly cloath'd to sight Their feigned sweet the bleare-ey'd will entices Coz'ning the daz'led sense with borrow'd light Thee neither true nor yet false good commends Profit nor pleasure on thy steps attends Folly begins thy sinne which still with madnesse ends 80 With Methos Gluttonie his gutling brother Twinne parallels drawn from the self-same line So foully like was either to the other And both most like a monstrous-panched swine His life was either a continu'd feast Whose surfets upon surfets him opprest Or heavie sleep that helps so great a load digest 81 Mean time his soul weigh'd down with muddie chains Can neither work nor move in captive bands But dull'd in vaprous fogges all carelesse reignes Or rather serves strong appetites commands That when he now was gorg'd with cramm'd-down store And porter wanting room had shut the doore The glutton sigh'd that he could gurmandize no more 82 His crane-like neck was long unlac'd his breast His gowtie limbes like to a circle round As broad as long and for his spear in rest Oft with his staffe he beats the yeelding ground Wherewith his hands did help his feet to bear Els would they ill so huge a burthen stear His clothes were all of leaves no armour could he wear 83 Onely a target light upon his arm He carelesse bore on which old Gryll was drawn Transform'd into a hog with cunning charm In head and paunch and soul it self a brawn Half drown'd within without yet still did hunt In his deep trough for swill as he was wont Cas'd all in loathsome mire no word Gryll could but grunt 84 Him serv'd sweet-seeming lusts self-pleasing lies But bitter death flow'd from those sweets of sinne And at the Rear of these in secret guise Crept Theeverie and Detraction neare akinne No twinnes more like they seem'd almost the same One stole the goods the other the good name The latter lives in scorn the former dies in shame 85 Their boon companions in their joviall feasting Were new-shapt oaths and damning perjuries Their cates fit for their taste profanest jesting Sauc'd with the salt of hell dire blasphemies But till th' ambitious Sunne yet still aspiring Allayes his flaming gold with gentler firing We 'l rest our wearie song in that thick groves retiring CANT VIII THe Sunne began to slack his bended bow And more obliquely dart his milder ray When cooler ayers gently 'gan to blow And fanne the fields parcht with the scorching day The shepherds to their wonted seats repair Thirsil refresht with this soft-breathing aire Thus 'gan renew his task and broken song repair 2 What watchfull care must fence that weary state Which deadly foes begirt with cruell siege And frailest wall of glasse and trait'rous gate Strive which should first yeeld up their wofull leige By enemies assail'd by friends betray'd When others hurt himself refuses aid By weaknesse self his strength is foil'd and overlay'd 3 How comes it then that in so neare decay We deadly sleep in deep securitie When every houre is ready to betray Our lives to that still-watching enemie Wake then thy soul that deadly slumbereth For when thy foe hath seiz'd thy captive breath Too late to wish past life too late to wish for death 4 Caro the Vantguard with the Dragon led Cosmos the battell guides with loud alarms Cosmos the first sonne to the Dragon red Shining in seeming gold and glitt'ring arms Well might he seem a strong and gentle Knight As e're was clad in steel and armour bright But was a recreant base a foul false cheating sprite 5 And as himself such were his arms appearing Bright burnisht gold indeed base alchymie Dimme beetle eyes and greedy worldlings blearing His shield was drest in nights sad liverie Where man-like Apes a Gloworm compasse round Glad that in wintrie night they fire had found Busie they puffe blow the word Mistake the ground 6 Mistake points all his darts his sunshines bright Mistaken light appeare sad lightning prove His clouds mistook seem lightnings turn to light His love true hatred is his hatred love His shop a Pedlers pack of apish fashion His honours pleasures joyes are all vexation His wages glorious care sweet surfets woo'd damnation 7 His lib'rall favours complementall arts His high advancements Alpine slipp'ry straits His smiling glances deaths most pleasing darts And what he vaunts his gifts are gilded baits Indeed he nothing is yet all appeares Haplesse earths happy fools that know no tears Who bathes in worldly joyes swimmes in a world of fears 8 Pure Essence who hast made a stone descrie 'Twixt natures hid and check that metals pride That dares aspire to golds high soveraigntie Ah leave some touch-stone erring eyes to guide And judge dissemblance see by what devices Sinne with fair glosse our mole-ey'd sight entises That vices vertues seem to most and vertues vices 9 Strip thou their meretricious seemlinesse And tinfold glitt'ring bare to every sight That we may loath their inward uglinesse Or else uncloud the soul whose shadie light Addes a fair lustre to false earthly blisse Thine and their beauty differs but in this Theirs what it is not seems thine seems not what it is 10 Next to the Captain coward Deilos far'd Him right before he as his shield projected And following troops to back him as his guard Yet both his shield and guard faint heart suspected And sending often back his doubtfull eye By fearing taught unthought of treacherie So made him enemies by fearing enmitie 11 Still did he look for some ensuing crosse Fearing such hap as never man befell No mean he knows but dreads each little losse With tyrannie of fear distraught as hell His sense he dare not trust nor eyes nor eares And when no other cause of fright appeares Himself he much suspects and fears his causelesse fears 12 Harnest with massie steel for fence not fight His sword unseemly long he ready drew At sudden shine of his own armour
point unbreasts the naked hearts 64 The Dragon wounded with this flaming brand They take and in strong bonds and fetters tie Short was the fight nor could he long withstand Him whose appearance is his victorie So now he 's bound in adamantine chain He storms he roars he yells for high disdain His net is broke the fowl go free the fowler ta'ne 65 Thence by a mighty Swain he soon was led Unto a thousand thousand torturings His tail whose folds were wont the starres to shed Now stretcht at length close to his belly clings Soon as the pit he sees he back retires And battel new but all in vain respires So there he deeply lies flaming in icie fires 66 As when Alcides from forc't hell had drawn The three-head dog and master'd all his pride Basely the fiend did on his Victour fawn With serpent tail clapping his hollow side At length arriv'd upon the brink of light He shuts the day out of his dullard sight And swelling all in vain renews unhappie fight 67 Soon at this sight the Knights revive again As fresh as when the flowers from winter tombe When now the Sunne brings back his nearer wain Peep out again from their fresh mothers wombe The primrose lighted new her flame displayes And frights the neighbour hedge with firie rayes And all the world renew their mirth sportive playes 68 The Prince who saw his long imprisonment Now end in never-ending libertie To meet the Victour from his castle went And falling down clasping his royall knee Poures out deserved thanks in gratefull praise But him the heav'nly Saviour soon doth raise And bids him spend in joy his never spending dayes 69 The fair Eclecta that with widowed brow Her absent Lord long mourn'd in sad aray Now silken linnen cloth'd like frozen snow Whose silver spanglets sparkle 'gainst the day This shining robe her Lord himself had wrought While he her love with hundred presents sought And it with many a wound many a torment bought 70 And thus arayd her heav'nly beauties shin'd Drawing their beams from his most glorious face Like to a precious Jasper pure refin'd Which with a Crystall mixt much mends his grace The golden starres a garland fair did frame To crown her locks the Sunne lay hid for shame And yeelded all his beams to her more glorious flame 71 Ah who that flame can tell ah who can see Enough is me with silence to admire While bolder joy and humbe majestie In either cheek had kindled gracefull fire Long silent stood she while her former fears And griefs ran all away in sliding tears That like a watrie Sunne her gladsome face appeares 72 At length when joyes had left her closer heart To seat themselves upon her thankfull tongue First in her eyes they sudden flashes dart Then forth i' th' musick of her voice they throng My Hope my Love my Joy my Life my Blisse Whom to enjoy is heav'n but hell to misse What are the worlds false joyes what heav'ns true joyes to this 73 Ah dearest Lord does my rapt soul behold thee Am I awake and sure I do not dream Do these thrice blessed arms again infold thee Too much delight makes true things feigned seem Thee thee I see thou thou thus folded art For deep thy stamp is printed in my heart And thousand ne're-felt joyes stream in each melting part 74 Thus with glad sorrow did she sweetly plain her Upon his neck a welcome load depending While he with equall joy did entertain her Her self her Champions highly all commending So all in triumph to his palace went Whose work in narrow words may not be pent For boundlesse thought is lesse then is that glorious tent 75 There sweet delights which know nor end nor measure No chance is there nor eating times succeeding No wastfull spending can empair their treasure Pleasure full grown yet ever freshly breeding Fulnesse of sweets excludes not more receiving The soul still big of joy yet still conceiving Beyond slow tongues report beyond quick thoughts perceiving 76 There are they gone there will they ever bide Swimming in waves of joyes and heav'nly loves He still a Bridegroom she a gladsome Bride Their hearts in love like spheres still constant moving No change no grief no age can them befall Their bridall bed is in that heav'nly hall Where all dayes are but one and onely one is all 77 And as in state they thus in triumph ride The boyes and damsels their just praises chaunt The boyes the Bridegroom sing the maids the Bride While all the hills glad Hymens loudly vaunt Heav'ns winged shoals greeting this glorious spring Attune their higher notes and Hymens sing Each thought to passe each did passe thoughts loftiest wing 78 Upon his lightning brow Love proudly sitting Flames out in power shines out in majestie There all his loftie spoils and trophies fitting Displayes the marks of highest Deitie There full of strength in lordly arms he stands And every heart and every soul commands No heart no soul his strength and lordly force withstands 79 Upon her forehead thousand cheerfull Graces Seated in thrones of spotlesse ivorie There gentle Love his armed hand unbraces His bow unbent disclaims all tyrannie There by his play a thousand souls beguiles Perswading more by simple modest smiles Then ever he could force by arms or craftie wiles 80 Upon her cheek doth Beauties self implant The freshest garden of her choicest flowers On which if Envie might but glance ascant Her eyes would swell and burst and melt in showers Thrice fairer both then ever fairest ey'd Heav'n never such a Bridegroom yet descri'd Nor ever earth so fair so undefil'd a Bride 81 Full of his Father shines his glorious face As farre the Sunne surpassing in his light As doth the Sunne the earth with flaming blaze Sweet influence streams from his quickning sight His beams from nought did all this All display And when to lesse then nought they fell away He soon restor'd again by his new orient ray 82 All heav'n shines forth in her sweet faces frame Her seeing Starres which we miscall bright eyes More bright then is the mornings brightest flame More fruitfull then the May-time Geminies These back restore the timely summers fire Those springing thoughts in winter hearts inspire Inspiriting dead souls and quickning warm desire 83 These two fair Sunnes in heav'nly sphere are plac't Where in the centre Joy triumphing sits Thus in all high perfections fully grac't Her mid-day blisse no future night admits But in the mirrours of her Spouses eyes Her fairest self she dresses there where lies All sweets a glorious beautie to emparadize 84 His locks like ravens plumes or shining jet Fall down in curls along his ivory neck Within their circlets hundred Graces set And with love-knots their comely hangings deck His mighty shoulders like that Giant Swain All heav'n and earth and all in both sustain Yet knows no wearinesse nor feels oppressing pain 85 Her amber hair like
the fisher in whose heart did reigne Stella whose love his life and whose disdain Seems worse then angry skies or never quiet main 3 There soon I view the merry shepherd-swains March three by three clad all in youthfull green And while the sad recorder sweetly plains Three lovely Nymphs each several row between More lovely Nymphs could no where els be seen Whose faces snow their snowy garments stains With sweeter voices fit their pleasing strains Their flocks flock round about the horned rammes And ewes go silent by while wanton lambes Dancing along the plains forget their milky dammes 4 Scarce were the shepherds set but straight in sight The fisher-boyes came driving up the stream Themselves in blue and twenty sea-nymphs bright In curious robes that well the waves might seem All dark below the top like frothy cream Their boats and masts with flowres and garlands dight And round the swannes guard them with armies white Their skiffes by couples dance to sweetest sounds Which running corners breath to full plain grounds That strikes the rivers face and thence more sweet rebounds 5 And now the Nymphs and swains had took their place First those two boyes Thomalin the fishers pride Daphnis the shepherds Nymphs their right hand grace And choicest swains shut up the other side So sit they down in order fit appli'd Thirsil betwixt them both in middle space Thirsil their judge who now 's a shepherd base But late a fisher-swain till envious Chame Had rent his nets and sunk his boat with shame So robb'd the boyes of him and him of all his game Thirsil 6 So as they sit thus Thirsil 'gins the lay You lovely boyes the woods and Oceans pride Since I am judge of this sweet peacefull fray First tell us where and when your Loves you spied And when in long discourse you well are tried Then in short verse by turns we 'l gently play In love begin in love we 'l end the day Daphnis thou first to me you both are deare Ah if I might I would not judge but heare Nought have I of a judge but an impartiall eare Daph. 7 Phoebus if as thy words thy oaths are true Give me that verse which to the honour'd bay That verse which by thy promise now is due To honour'd Daphne in a sweet tun'd lay Daphne thy chang'd thy love unchanged aye Thou sangest late when she now better staid More humane when a tree then when a maid Bending her head thy love with gentle signe repaid 8 What tongue what thought can paint my Loves perfection So sweet hath nature pourtray'd every part That art will prove that artists imperfection Who when no eye dare view dares limme her face Phoebus in vain I call thy help to blaze More light then thine a light that never fell Thou tell'st what 's done in heav'n in earth and hell Her worth thou mayst admire there are no words to tell 9 She is like thee or thou art like her rather Such as her hair thy beams thy single light As her twin-sunnes that creature then I gather Twice heav'nly is where two sunnes shine so bright So thou as she confound'st the gazing sight Thy absence is my night her absence hell Since then in all thy self she doth excell What is beyond thy self how canst thou hope to tell 10 First her I saw when tir'd with hunting toyl In shady grove spent with the weary chace Her naked breast lay open to the spoil The crystal humour trickling down apace Like ropes of pearl her neck and breast enlace The aire my rivall aire did coolly glide Through every part such when my Love I spi'd So soon I saw my Love so soon I lov'd and di'd 11 Her face two colours paint the first a flame Yet she all cold a flame in rosie die Which sweetly blushes like the mornings shame The second snow such as on Alps doth lie And safely there the sunne doth bold defie Yet this cold snow can kindle hot desire Thou miracle mar'l not if I admire How flame should coldly freez and snow should burn as fire 12 Her slender waste her hand that dainty breast Her cheek her forehead eye and flaming hair And those hid beauties which must sure be best In vain to speak when words will more impair Of all the fairs she is the fairest fair Cease then vain words well may you shew affection But not her worth the minde her sweet perfection Admires how should it then give the lame tongue direction Thom. 13 Unlesse thy words be flitting as thy wave Proteus that song into my breast inspire With which the seas when loud they rore and rave Thou softly charm'st and windes intestine ire When 'gainst heav'n earth and seas they did conspire Thou quiet laid'st Proteus thy song to heare Seas listning stand and windes to whistle fear The lively Delphins dance and brisly Seales give eare 14 Stella my starre-like love my lovely starre Her hair a lovely brown her forehead high And lovely fair such her cheeks roses are Lovely her lip most lovely is her eye And as in each of these all love doth lie So thousand loves within her minde retiring Kindle ten thousand loves with gentle firing Ah let me love my Love not live in loves admiring 15 At Proteus feast where many a goodly boy And many a lovely lasse did lately meet There first I found there first I lost my joy Her face mine eye her voice mine eare did greet While eare eye strove which should be most sweet That face or voice but when my lips at last Saluted hers those senses strove as fast Which most those lips did please the eye eare touch or taste 16 The eye sweares never fairer lip was eyed The eare with those sweet relishes delighted Thinks them the spheares the taste that nearer tried Their relish sweet the soul to feast invited The touch with pressure soft more close united Wisht ever there to dwell and never cloyed While thus their joy too greedy they enjoyed Enjoy'd not half their joy by being overjoyed 17 Her hair all dark more clear the white doth show And with its night her faces morn commends Her eye-brow black like to an ebon bow Which sporting Love upon her forehead bends And thence his never-missing arrow sends But most I wonder how that jetty ray Which those two blackest sunnes do fair display Should shine so bright night should make so sweet a day 18 So is my love an heav'n her hair a night Her shining forehead Dian's silver light Her eyes the starres their influence delight Her voice the sphears her cheek Aurora bright Her breast the globes where heav'ns path milkie-white Runnes 'twixt those hills her hand Arions touch As much delights the eye the eare as much Such is my Love that but my Love was never such Thirsil 19 The earth her robe the sea her swelling tide The trees their leaves the moon her divers face The starres their courses flowers their springing pride Dayes
then the goodliest swain With her a troop of fairest wood-nymphs trains Yet the more fair then fairest of the train And all in course their voice attempering While the woods back their bounding Echo fling Hymen come holy Hymen Hymen lowd they sing His high-built forehead almost maiden fair Hath made an hundred Nymphs her chance envying Her more then silver skin and golden hair Cause of a thousand shepherds forced dying Where better could her love then here have nested Or he his thoughts more daintily have feasted Hymen come Hymen here thy saffron coat is rested His looks resembling humble Majesty Rightly his fairest mothers grace besitteth In her face blushing fearfull modesty The Queens of chastity and beauty sitteth There cheerfulnesse all sadnesse farre exileth Here love with bow unbent all gently smileth Hymen come Hymen come no spot thy garment ' fileth Love's bow in his bent eye-brows bended lies And in his eyes a thousand darts of loving Her shining starres which fools we oft call eyes As quick as heav'n it self in speedy moving And this in both the onely difference being Other starres blinde these starres indu'd with seeing Hymen come Hymen all is for thy rites agreeing His breast a shelf of purest alabaster Where Love's self sailing often shipwrackt sitteth Hers a twin-rock unknown but to th'ship-master Which though him safe receives all other splitteth Both Love's high-way yet by Love's self unbeaten Most like the milky path which crosses heaven Hymen come Hymen all their marriage joyes are even And yet all these but as gilt covers be Within a book more fair we written finde For Nature framing th' All 's epitome Set in the face the Index of the minde Their bodies are but Temples built for state To shrine the Graces in their silver plate Come Hymen Hymen come these Temples consecrate Hymen the tier of hearts already tied Hymen the end of lovers never ending Hymen the cause of joyes joyes never tried Joyes never to be spent yet ever spending Hymen that sow'st with men the desert sands Come bring with thee come bring thy sacred bands Hymen come Hymen th' hearts are joyn'd joyn thou the hands Warrant of lovers the true seal of loving Sign'd with the face of joy the holy knot That bindes two hearts and holds from slippery moving A gainfull losse a stain without a blot That mak'st one soul as two and two as one Yoke lightning burdens love's foundation Hymen come Hymen now untie the maiden zone Thou that mad'st Man a brief of all thou mad'st A little living world and mad'st him twain Dividing him whom first thou one creat'st And by this bond mad'st one of two again Bidding her cleave to him and him to her And leave their parents when no parents were Hymen send Hymen from thy sacred bosome here See where he goes how all the troop he cheereth Clad with a saffron coat in 's hand a light In all his brow not one sad cloud appeareth His coat all pure his torch all burning bright Now chant we Hymen shepherds Hymen sing See where he goes as fresh as is the Spring Hymen oh Hymen Hymen all the valleys ring Oh happy pair where nothing wants to either Both having to content and be contented Fortune and nature being spare to neither Ne're may this bond of holy love be rented But like two parallels run a level race In just proportion and in even space Hymen thus Hymen will their spotlesse marriage grace Live each of other firmly lov'd and loving As farre from hate as self-ill jealousie Moving like heav'n still in the self same moving In motion ne're forgetting constancy Be all your dayes as this no cause to plain Free from satiety or but lovers pain Hymen so Hymen still their present joyes maintain To my beloved Cousin W. R. Esquire Calend. Ianuar. COusin day-birds are silenc't and those fowl Yet onely sing which hate warm Phoebus light Th' unlucky * Parra and death-boding Owl Which ush'ring in to heav'n their mistresse Night Hollow their mates triumphing o're the quick-spent light The wronged Philomel hath left to plain Tereus constraint and cruel ravishment Seems the poore bird hath lost her tongue again Progne long since is gone to banishment And the loud-tuned Thrush leaves all her merriment All so my frozen Muse hid in my breast To come into the open aire refuses And dragg'd at length from hence doth oft protest This is no time for Phoebus-loving Muses When the farre-distant sunne our frozen coast disuses Then till the sunne which yet in fishes hasks Or watry urn impounds his fainting head 'Twixt Taurus horns his warmer beam unmasks And sooner rises later goes to bed Calling back all the flowers now to their mother fled Till Philomel resumes her tongue again And Progne fierce returns from long exiling Till the shrill Blackbird chants his merry vein And the day-birds the long-liv'd sunne beguiling Renew their mirth and the yeares pleasant smiling Here must I stay in sullen study pent Among our Cambridge fennes my time misspending But then revisit our long-long'd-for Kent Till then live happy the time ever mending Happy the first o' th' yeare thrice happy be the ending To Master W. C. WIlly my deare that late by Haddam sitting By little Haddam in those private shades Unto thy fancie thousand pleasures fitting With dainty Nymphs in those retired glades Didst spend thy time time that too quickly fades Ah! much I fear that those so pleasing toyes Have too much lull'd thy sense and minde in slumbring joyes Now art thou come to nearer Maddingly Which with fresh sport and pleasure doth enthrall thee There new delights withdraw thy eare thy eye Too much I fear left some ill chance befall thee Heark how the Cambridge Muses thence recall thee Willy our deare Willy his time abuses But sure thou hast forgot our Chame and Cambridge Muses Return now Willy now at length return thee Here thou and I under the sprouting vine By yellow Chame where no hot ray shall burn thee Will fit and sing among the Muses nine And safely cover'd from the scalding shine We 'l read that Mantuan shepherds sweet complaining Whom fair Alexis griev'd with his unjust disdaining And when we list to lower notes descend Heare Thirsil's moan and Fusca's crueltie He cares not now his ragged flock to tend Fusca his care but carelesse enemie Hope oft he sees shine in her humble eye But soon her angrie words of hope deprives him So often dies with love but love as oft revives him To my ever honoured Cousin W. R. Esquire STrange power of home with how strong-twisted arms And Gordian-twined knot dost thou enchain me Never might fair Calisto's doubled charms Nor powerfull Circe's whispring so detain me Though all her art she spent to entertain me Their presence could not force a weak desire But oh thy powerfull absence breeds still-growing fire By night thou try'st with strong imagination To force my sense 'gainst reason to belie it Me thinks I see the
constant ever And men though ever firm are constant never For men that to one fair their passions binde Must ever change as do those changing fairs So as she alters alters still their minde And with their fading Loves their love impairs Therefore still moving as the fair they loved Most do they move by being most unmoved But women when their lovers change their graces What first in them they lov'd love now in others Affecting still the same in divers places So never change their love but change their lovers Therefore their minde is firm and constant prov'd Seeing they ever love what first they lov'd Their love ty'd to some vertue cannot stray Shifting the outside oft the inside never But men when now their Loves dissolv'd to clay Indeed are nothing still in love persever How then can such fond men be constant made That nothing love or but a nothing shade What fool commends a stone for never moving Or blames the speedie heav'ns for ever ranging Cease then fond men to blaze your constant loving Love's firie winged light and therefore changing Fond man that thinks such fire and aire to fetter All change men for the worse women for better To my onely chosen Valentine and wife Anagram MAYSTRESS ELISABETH VINCENT IS MY BRESTS CHASTE VALENTINE THink not fair love that Chance my hand directed To make my choice my chance blinde Chance hands Could never see what most my minde affected But heav'n that ever with chaste true love stands Lent eyes to see what most my heart respected Then do not thou resist what heav'n commands But yeeld thee his who must be ever thine My heart thy altar is my breast thy shrine Thy name for ever is My brests chaste Valentine A translation of Boëthius the third book and last verse HAppie man whose perfect sight Views the over-flowing light Happie man that canst unbinde Th' earth-barres pounding up the minde Once his wives quick fate lamenting Orpheus sat his hair all renting While the speedie woods came running And rivers stood to heare his cunning And the lion with the hart Joyn'd side to side to heare his art Hares ran with the dogs along Not from dogs but to his song But when all his verses turning Onely fann'd his poore hearts burning And his grief came but the faster His verse all easing but his master Of the higher powers complaining Down he went to hell disdaining There his silver lute-strings hitting And his potent verses fitting All the sweets that e're he took From his sacred mothers brook What his double sorrow gives him And love that doubly-double grieves him There he spends to move deaf hell Charming divels with his spell And with sweetest asking leave Does the lords of ghosts deceive The dog whose never quiet yell Affrights sad souls in night that dwell Pricks up now his thrice two eares To howl or bark or whine he fears Struck with dumbe wonder at those songs He wisht more eares and fewer tongues Charon amaz'd his oare foreslowes While the boat the sculler rowes Tantal might have eaten now The fruit as still as is the bough But he fool no hunger fearing Starv'd his taste to feed his hearing Ixion though his wheel stood still Still was rapt with musicks skill At length the Judge of souls with pitie Yeelds as conquer'd with his dittie Let 's give back his spouses herse Purchas'd with so pleasing verse Yet this law shall binde our gift He turn not till ha's Tartar left Who to laws can lovers draw Love in love is onely law Now almost he left the night When he first turn'd back his sight And at once while her he ey'd His Love he saw and lost and dy'd So who strives out of the night To bring his soul to joy in light Yet again turns back his eye To view left hells deformitie Though he seems enlightned more Yet is blacker then afore A translation of Boëthius book 2 verse 7. WHo onely honour seeks with prone affection And thinks that glory is his greatest blisse First let him view the heav'ns wide-stretched section Then in some mappe the earths short narrownesse Well may he blush to see his name not able To fill one quarter of so brief a table Why then should high-grow'n mindes so much rejoyce To draw their stubborn necks from mans subjection For though loud fame stretch high her pratling voice To blaze abroad their vertues great pefection Though goodly titles of their house adorn them With ancient Heraldrie yet death doth scorn them The high and base lie in the self same grave No difference there between a King and slave Where now are true Fabricius bones remaining Who knowes where Brutus or rough Cato lives Onely a weak report their names sustaining In records old a slender knowledge gives Yet when we reade the deeds of men inhumed Can we by that know them long since consumed Now therefore lie you buried and forgotten Nor can report frustrate encroaching death Or if you think when you are dead and rotten You live again by fame and vulgar breath When with times shadows this false glory wanes You die again but this your glorie gains Upon my brother Mr G. F. his book entituled Christs Victorie and Triumph FOnd lads that spend so fast your posting time Too posting time that spends your time as fast To chant light toyes or frame some wanton rhyme Where idle boyes may glut their lustfull taste Or else with praise to clothe some fleshly slime With virgin roses and fair lilies chaste While itching blouds and youthfull eares adore it But wiser men and once your selves will most abhorre it But thou most neare most deare in this of thine Hast prov'd the Muses not to Venus bound Such as thy matter such thy Muse divine Or thou such grace with Mercie 's self hast found That she her self deignes in thy leaves to shine Or stoll'n from heav'n thou brought'st this verse to ground Which frights the nummed soul with fearfull thunder And soon with honeyed dews thawes it'twixt joy and wonder Then do not thou malicious tongues esteem The glasse through which an envious eye doth gaze Can eas'ly make a mole-hill mountain seem His praise dispraises his dispraises praise Enough if best men best thy labours deem And to the highest pitch thy merit raise While all the Muses to thy song decree Victorious Triumph Triumphant Victorie Upon the B. of Exon. Doct. Hall his Meditations MOst wretched soul that here carowsing pleasure Hath all his heav'n on earth and ne're distressed Enjoyes these fond delights without all measure And freely living thus is thus deceased Ah greatest curse so to be ever blessed For where to live is heav'n 't is hell to die Ah wretch that here begins hells miserie Most bessed soul that lifted up with wings Of faith and love leaves this base habitation And scorning sluggish earth to heav'n up springs On earth yet still in heav'n by meditation With the souls eye foreseeing th' heav'nly station Then
double tunicle of the rimme is plainly parted into a large space that with a double wall it might fence the bladder where the vessels of the navil are contained These are foure first the norse which is a vein nourishing the infant in the wombe 2 two arteries in which the infant breaths the fourth the Outachos a pipe whereby while the childe is in the wombe the urine is carried into the Allantoid or rather Amnion which is a membrane receiving the sweat and urine x The passages carrying the urine from the kidneys to the bladder Some action that in the passage stands a curious lid or cover y The bladder endeth in a neck of Hesh and is garded with a muscle which is called Sphincter which holds in the urine lest it flow away without our permission If this be loosened or cold the urine goes away from us of it self without any feeling z Hence the urine is conveyed through the ordinary passages and cast out a Beside the bladder there are six speciall parts contained in this lower region the liver stomack with the guts the gall the splene or milt the kidneys and parts for generation b The stomack or Koilia is the first in order though not in dignitie c Koilia or the stomack is long round like a bag-pipe made to receive and concoct the meat and to perfect the Chyle or white juice which riseth from thee meat concocted d Gustus the taste is the caterer or steward to the stomack which hath his place in Cephal that is the head e In either chap are sixteen teeth foure cutters two dog-teeth or breakers ten grinders f The tongue with great agilitie delivers up the meat well chewed to the instruments of swallowing eight muscles serving to this purpose which instantly send the meat through the Oesophagus or meat-pipe into the stomack g The upper mouth of the stomack hath little veins or strings circular to shut in the meat and keep it from returning h Vas breve or the short vessel which sending in a melancholy humour sharpens the appetite i In the bottome of the stomack which is placed in the midst of the belly is concoction perfected k The concoction of meats in the stomack is perfected as by an innate propertie and speciall vertue so also by the outward heat of parts adjoyning For it is on every side compassed with hotter parts which as fire to a caldron helps to seethe and concoct and the hot steams within it do not a little further digestion l The lower orifice or mouth of the stomack is not placed at the very bottome but at the side and is called the Janitor or Porter as sending out the food new concocted through the entrails which are knotty and full of windings left the meat too suddenly passing through the body should make it too subject to appetite and greedinesse m It is approved that the entrails dried and blown are seven times longer then the body they are all one entire body yet their differing substance hath distinguished them into the thinne thick the thinne have the more noble office n The first is straight without any winding that the chyle might not return and most narrow that it might not finde too hasty a passage It takes in a little passage from the gall which there purges his choler to provoke the entrails when they are slow to cast out the excrements This is called Duodenum or twelve finger from his length o The second is called the lank or hungry gut as being more emptie then the rest for the liver being neare it sucks out his juice or cream it is known from the rest by the red colour p The third called Ilion or winding from his many folds and turnings is of all the longest q The first of the baser is called blinde at whose end is an appendant where if any of the thinner chyle do chance to escape it is stopt and by the veins of the midriffe suckt out r The second is Colon or the tormenter because of the winde there staying vexing the body s The last called Rectum or straight hath no windings short larger toward the end that the excrement may more easily be ejected and retained also upon occasion t The thinne entrails serve for the carrying through-concocting of the chyle the thicker for the gathering and containing the excrements u They are all sprinkled with numberlesse little veins that no part of the chyle might escape till all be brought to the liver x Epiploon or Overswimmer descends below the navill and ascends above the highest entrails of skinny substance all interlaced with fat y The Mesenterium or midst amongst the entrails whence it takes the name ties and knits the entrails together it hath a double tunicle z Pancreas or All flesh for so it seems is laid as a pillow under the stomack and sustains the veins that are dispread from the gate-vein a Of all this lower region the Hepar or liver is the principall The situation strong and safe walled in by the ribs b It is covered with one single cunicle that very thinne and slight c The liver is tied to the heart by arteries to the head by nerves and to both by veins dispersed to both d The liver consists of no ordinary flesh but of a kinde proper to it self e The livers upper part rises swells gently is very smooth and even the lower in the outside like to an hollow rock rugged craggy f From it rise all the springs of bloud which runnes in the veins g The steward of the whole Isle is here fitly placed because as all that is brought in is here fitted and disposed so from hence returned and dispensed h Here Plato disposed the seat of love And certainly though lust which some perversly call love be otherwhere seated yet that affection whereby we wish and do well to others may seem to be better fitted in the liver then in the heart where most do place it because this moderate heat appeares more apt for this affection and fires of the heart where as a Salamander anger lives seem not so fit to entertain it i Hence rise the two great rivers of bloud of which all the rest are lesser streams The first is Porta or the gate-vein issuing from the hollow part and is shed toward the stomack splene guts and the Epiploon The second is Cava the hollow vein spreading his river over all the body k The chyle or juice of meats concocted in the stomack could not all be turned into sweet bloud by reason of the divers kindes of humours in it Therefore there are three kinds of excrementall liquors suckt away by little vessels and carried to their appointed places one too light and fiery an other too earthy and heavy a third wheyish and watery l Famous the controversie between the Peripateticks and Physicians one holding the heart the other the liver to be first