VVelcome ten-thouzand times ye sacred Paire Great Atlas and Alcides of this Land Vpon whose shoulders safe from all impaire The Common-wealth thereof doth fixed stand VVhich dext'rously your Vertue doth coÌ„mand Deere Prince the weale of Wales the Brittains blisse By me thine owne VVales lets thee vnderstand That shee desires thy princely feete to kisse And praies as for her Heau'n on Earth for this Then come sweete Prince thy Principalitie Doth long to beare thee on her blisful Brest There shalt thou see the Hart of Loyalâ—y Loue-sicke for want of thee in great vnrest Then come Deere sweete and to thine owne giue rest For as an hungrie Stomacke bites the more The neerer meate is to the same addrest So is thy Peoples longing made more sore To hold thee now they haue thee then before There shalt thou finde Brutes venerable Stocke To loue thee as the Creame of their best bloud For all about thee wil they thronging flocke To tender thee their Eies to doe thee good Such is the nature of their loving moode As when a Father fallen in decay Doth see his Sonne that giues him Cloth and foode â— Crown'd as a King Ioy makes his hart her Pray So will they ioy to see their Ioy to sway From Owen Thewdor who from Camber came From Camber Sonne of Brute who came froÌ„ Troy Art thou descended and thy Bellsires name VVas Thewdor let vs Brittaines then enioy Our owne in thee in thee our onely Ioy. VVe haue bin long afflicted and opprest By those that sought our whole Race to destroy Then sith we are in thee so highly blest Lett 's haue our owne thy selfe to giue vs rest O come and comfort vs our Ioy our Peace Let vs haue thee then haue we all in thee All that that tends to Peace and ioyes increase And in thy presence we shall blessed be For thou art blest then in thee blest are wee Sith blest thou art with all that Heau'n doth cast Vpon the Heau'n of Earthes felicitee Our bloud in thee craues part of it at lastâ— In recompence of all our sorrowes past VVhat shall oppunge this our bloud doth coÌ„vince Nature hath made thee ours and we are thine VVe are thy people and thou art our Prince Betwixt vs Loue will haue nor Thyne nor Myne But the VVord Oures she doth to vs Assigne Our Land our Prince our People and our Lawes Our State our Common-weale our Hand Seale Signe All ours nought but ours deere Prince because Both Prince and People clos'd are in this clause Then come All ours blesse all ours with our Eies Plac'd in the Head begotten by our Head VVhich was begotten by our bloud likewise Come rule thou vs in that Heads place steede Till thou that Head in his place shalt succeede Here shalt thou see cas'd in poore Coates of freeze Rich Spirits of Troians which on glory feede VVho for they are and rightly came of these Each with the nature of the Stocke agrees Our greatest braverie lies all within Where greatest Harts do loue the same to haue VVe say to braue an abiect sprite is sinne But to be braue in Sp'rite is passing braue VVe scorne a double-gilt base-mettled Slaue For we are harted-vvhole true Iovialists Making our glorie goe beyond our Graue So to dissolue Oblivions foggy mists And blind the Eies of squint-Ei'd Satyrists For be it that we know no Complement Other then such as our deere Ancients knew That 's plaine and simple like our harts intent Yet if we pleasd we could be fash'ond new Lou'd we not more our Fathers to ensue We want nor wit nor sp'rit nor wealth perchance Swift-flying Fash'on swiftlie to pursue In guize in gate and courtly dalliance At Tilt each way with Loue or Marses lance VVitnesse our Owen Thewdor who could giue True demonstration how to court a Queene Who from the seede of Ioue did grace receiue To beare him selfe in her Eie best-beseene And made her thoughts a demy God him weene He so could draw the motion of her eie By motions seemely which in him were seene That he alone best pleas'd her fantazie As beeing full of best-grac'd Maiestie Now from the Court descend we to the Campe And from those elder times to these of ours There finde we no lesse currant for the stampe WILLIAMS worlds wonder for his natiue powers Out-daring Death in many sanguine showres The singing Bullets made his soule reioice As Musicke that the hearing most alures And if the Canons bas'd it with their voice He seem'd as ravisht with an Heav'nly noise And when the Fo mens Muskets spight did spitt Then would he spitt in sport at them the while The Blowes his courage gaue were plac'd by witâ— For VVitt and Courage dwelt still in his Stile VVhile Cowardize and Folly made them vile VVhose glory lay all in their Ladies Lappe And when he came to Court at them would smile Yea smoothlie iest at their soft silken Happe Yet could like Mars take there somtimes a Napp Runne over all the Stories Tymes affoord Or prie vpon them with the sharpest sight VVe shall not finde one did more with his Sword Then this braue Brittaine and true Troian-Knight VVho putt Achilles in his Tent to flight By such an over-dareing Enterprize As all that that heare it not beleeue it might But that these Tymes haue seene it with their Eies And that the fame thereof to Heaven flies Quite through through Deaths grizely Iawes hee ranâ— And made a way through Horrors vgli'st Hell Yea danted Death more like some God then Man Vntill the Prince and Death he did compell To flie for life which his sword sought to quell O Skinck how blessed wert thou in his loue That drue thee on through Death to Glories well From whence the life of Fame doth flowing move To all that for her sake such Dangers prove Should I recount the pettie Miracles By him performed in his martiall course My words would scarse be held for Oracles Suffizeth me the VVorld that knew his force VVell knew his Hart was VVitt and Valours Source And they that most envie our Brittish fame Must needs thus much of him confesse perforce That whatsoever from this Brittaine came VVas VVitt and Spright or savor'd of the same But should I instance in particuler What Truth doth warrant for the Brittaines glory I could perhaps runne vp their Race as farre As loue and finde them famoused in story But for in me it may be thought vaine glorie Sith being one my selfe I seeme to praise I will desist although my soule be sory I should desist from that which many waies Might Camber crowne with everlasting Baies TheÌ„ come sweet Prince take thou vs to thy charge And we the while will take the charge of thee Thou shalt thine office easily discharge For we will more then most obedient bee Which to his comfort thy dread Sire shall see For when obedience flowes from ardent loue It is perform'd with all alacritee Which
hart doth then possesse the heele But most of all when hart doth most transgresse And divine vengeance it with feare doth feele Then Strength may seeke to stay it but t' wil reele In spight of morrall strength that it should sway And as starke drunke with fear turne like the wheele That wheeles the nether heauens without stay Let courage say the while what courage may No harnesse though by Vulcan forg'd can make Feare to be hardy or not hartlesse quite If Armors could from Art such tempers take The Artist should be king'd in Fortunes spight For many kings would crowne him for this sleight But he it is whom heav'n and hell doth feare Can take feare from and arme vs with his might For he alone the faint hart vp doth reare Or make the stowtest hart most faint appeare Wee must then armed be from Feare by feare Gods feare that strong Vulcanian Armor must Guard such good Soules as doe regard it heere Because such feare is euer full of trust That feares no threate of any mortal thrust For Hope in him doth make the dareing hart Which hope no hart can haue that is vniust For Conscience prickes will make the same to start When the least Leafe doth wagge by winde or Art When therfore divine Iustice sinne wil scurge He doth dishart their harts in whom it raignes In sort that they themselves with horror purge When he on them his heavy vengeance raynes So that their feare exaggerates their paines The haughti'st Hart erst swolne with Valours pride Feare striks stone-dead wheÌ„ he but veÌ„geance faines And greatest strength by vveakenesse is defide When as his pow'r in vveakenesse doth abide Then Courage comes from Hope Hope froÌ„ Heau'n The Donor is the highest Diety The praise is His that is to prowesse giv'n For he alone the Minde doth magnifie Then praise him Lowe if courage make you Hie And laude him High if feare make yee not lowe Yea high and lowe praise Him alone whereby You gaine the praise that men on you bestowe From Whom as froÌ„ the Fount al praise doth flowe How is it then that Divills in Mennes forme swaggring Man-quellers are so desperate Who with strong hand Gods Images deforme Fearing no man but give the checke or mate To good and badd of what soever stateâ— This is not courage but an hellish fire That boiles their bloud cal'd Ire inflam'd by Hate And oft of Saints they Fiendes haue their desire No otherwise then Iob felt Sathans ire So cursed Caine slue Abell in that moode Abell that Innocent the Highests belov'd Yet Caine had hart and hand to broach his blood The like Men Angell-like haue oft approv'd By those whome God in this life nere reprov'd This secret is obscure but light to those That take it light and it abide vnmov'd Them Faith assures He doth of all dispose In whome come life or death they hope repose If divine LOVE desires my Bodies death By soddaine death my Soule so straight to haue VVhat matters it though he bereave my breath By Div'll or Angell so my Soule he saue The pow'r they both possesse to them he gave Both are his Ministers to doe his will If Sathan then my Corpes bring to the Grave To me it is so farre from being ill That Sathan doth me good against his wil. Me good said I well may I call it good Sith it is good of goods good all in all The fount whereof all goodnesse is the floud That never yet was gag'd nor never shall By Men most wise or spirits Angelicall It is th' Abysse of true Felicity VVhich some men more then most fantastical Suppose they have had they high dignity VVith pleasure fac'd and lyn'd with Misery Thus Ioy and Hope were by th' all Giver giv'n As sweete Conductors to his sweetest Sweete And Feare and Griefe from his wrath are deryv'n To awe the Mind which first therwith doth meete And that which that Mind hath fore-done vnmeete should be thereto as Scourge and Scouger iust VVhich doe remaine when sinnes sowre Sweetes do fleete To make the Mind abhorre her former lust For Griefe and Feare are iust to Mindes vniust Now the true pleasure which our Nature craues The whiles the Soule remaines the Bodies Ghest Is the true rest some Good the Soule vouchsaves Which the Hart holdeth and esteemeth best As Contemplation is Reasons rest Yet can there be no pleasure in that good If it be greater then Hart can disgest For if the Continent bound not the floud Confusion must ensue in likely-hood If Light ioy of the Eye be as the Sunne Too great for the Eyes small capacity They may be dymmed so if not vndunne Or if it be too small they cannot see As they are strong or weake so Light must bee The like of other senses may be sedd Outward or inward bound to forme or free Who must with moderation still be fedd For excesse theÌ„ annoies nay strikes theÌ„ dead As therfore God is most most infinite So hee 's with ioy receaved of that part That 's likst himself which is the Soul or sp'rit But for that he cannot himselfe impart being Immense to them by pow'r or arte they being not so he is to them applied By Vnderstanding yet but so in part If otherwise he should with them abide They would through glory be quite nullified Now as a man takes pleasure by these partes So in that part he takes the most delight That to his Flesh or sp'rite most ioy imparts And with those pleasures is he swallowed quight That doe affect that part with maine and might Therefore the brutish Vulgar most are pleas'd In things substantial which appeare to sight And things divine which cannot so be seas'd They hold as vaine and are therewith displeas'd Amonge the pleasures which are sensuall The vilst is that we feele by that we touch Because it is the Earthli'st sense of all The Tast's of better temper though not much Smelling is light and lightly more will grutch At vnsweete Savors then in sweete will ioye The Hearing is more worthie farre then such Sith its more Airâ—y and doth lesse annoy Whereby we gaine the Faith which we enioy But Seeing Sov'raigne of each outward sense Holds most of Fire which is in nature neere To the Celestiall Natures radience Therefore this sense to Nature is most deere As that which hath by Natures right no Peere Thus much for pleasures which these senses giue VVhereof the best must needs most base appeare Compared to the worst our Soules receave Whose powres haue much more pow'r to take and give These are the Lures of lust that never lyn To draw the vvorld to be a pray to vvoe These make fraile flesh Blood the founts of sinne From whence all mortall miseries doe sloe Which flesh and blood doe groning vndergoe In these are Baites for Beggars as for Kinges VVhich pleasures streames
being wellâ—neere out of hart before Each to his fellow ioy vnfained faines Because they likely were to Bee no more For being but poore Soules the VVorlds Ey-sore But when they heard with cheerefull Trumpetts clange Thy peacefull name proclaim'd as Englands king They skipt daunc't and Heav'nly Hymnes they sange That Angells did admire their Carrolling VVhich made both Heau'n and Earth with ioy to ring Each now retakes his late abandon'd Pen And Night and Day they plie it pestering Thy Name with Fame thy fame with more then Meâ— Maie beare if they be not remade agen And who hath held their Pens from blott of blamâ— And ever kept their Muse immaculate Their conscience now takes comfort in the sameâ— As if some God were come that Vice doth hate VVith Grace their virtue to remunerate As when the Kinge of Kings shall come at last To giue all Men their meede in righteous rate The good alone reioyce in their liues past So perfect Poâ—ts now must comfort tast Now their cleere Soules free from distemp'raturâ— That constantly ensues vnconstant Vice Doe Angell-holpe draw Lynes divinely pure T'expresâ—e their Soules prais-worthy avarice To draw their King to read their Subiect twice They melt in Nectar of Phrase most refin'de That may the Pallate of the Soule intice To tast and retast in a greedy kinde The Sweetes there mixt to recreate the Minde Healths now goe round among the rude Civill The Earths best bloud that bettereth our bloud Is suck't each where and he esteem'd a divill That will not drinke to show his mery moode A little more perhapps then does him good If VVine were made to gladd the hart of Man Although our gladnesse needes no wyny floudd Then now or never troule about the Cann Till sober moode cries hoe and no more can A time there is for all things vnder Sunnâ— A time for mirth aswell as to be sadd The time for mirth is now ev'n now begun Now wisest men with mirth doe seeme starke madd And cannot choose their harts are all so gladd Then let 's be merry in our God and King That made vs merry being ill bestadd Southâ—hampton vp thy cappe to Heauen fling And on the Violl there sweet praises sing For he is come that grace to all doth bring If thou did'st faulâ— iudge Heau'n for I will spare thee Because my faults are more then can be cast It did to greater glorie but prepare thee Sith greater vertue now thereby thou hast Before our troubles we seeme goodnesse past But cold Afflictions water cooles the heate VVhich Youth and Greatnesse oft too much doth wast And Queenes are coy and cannot brooke the sweat That such heate causeth for it seemes vnsweete But yet thy woorth doth wrest from what soere thereto opposd by vnseene violence Acknowledgment of what in thee is deere That is the glory of much excellence Fitt for the vse of high'st preheminence The VVorld is in the wane and worthy Meâ— Haue not therein in each place residence Such as are worthy should be cherisht then And being overthrowne raisd vp agen Pembrooke to Court to which thou wert made strange Goe doe thine homage to thy Soveraigne VVeepe and reioyce for this sadd-ioyfull Change Then weepe for ioy thou needst not teares to faine Sith late rhine Eies did nought els entertaine If I mistake thee not and thy best part Thy vertues will thy Lieges favoure gaine For Vertue vertue loues as Arte doth Arte Then will hee loue thee Lord for thy desartâ— Thy Sire and Grand-sire were two mightie Peeres Thâ—t were strong trustie Pillars of this State Thou hast what they had thy want is but yeeres Yet Arte in thee doth Tyme anticipat And maks thee being yonge in old estate For lo thy Iudgments iointes are strongly knitt And in Artes Limbecke thy all-learned Pate VVisdome extracts the Quintessence of VVitâ— To make the same for hie imployment fitt Hold vp your hartlesse Heads and headlesse Harts All yee whom Time and Fortune did suppresse Hee 's come hee 's come that Life halfe dead reverts Deere little Lord great in too great distresse VVith smoothed front goe kisse thy happinesse Ladies and Lords purse-pinched and Soule-pain'd Poore Rich and all rich ïn all blessednesse Blesâ—e him by whom yee haue till now remain'd To tast these Tymes which yeeld sweet ioyes vnfain'd High humbled Lady high though humbled High by thy vertue humbled by thy Crosse By Fortune lift vp and downe tumbled Two ô speake VVorld had ere one such a losse As shee had of two Pheares who did engrosse The richest VVares that Arte and Nature sold Yet Fortune in their fines was over-crosse For both vntimely shee return'd to Mould Yet Lady new be cast in Comforts Mold Yee seemely Senators that God do feare Vertues true Lovers Bloud-detesting Sages Peace Rights friends as now doth wel appeare Load-starrs to this Lights to the after Ages Reioyce you may for your well-erned VVages Earned of your late Mistris he will pay That 's now your Master TheÌ„ with harmeles rages Of zeale infam'd exult and with vs say Blest be King Iames our King our Ioy our Stay Moâ—â—t-ioy let ioy now mount as high as Heav'n For now thy long-left land is Heav'n become Come come away the Foe to slight is driv'n Hasten thy comming hie ô hie thee home That ioy though nought els caÌ„ may thee orecome Muses deere loue Mecaenas to their loues Thy King vnto this kingdome now is come And like the sunne in our new Heaven moues To comfort thee and all that glorie loues If wee that still liue here doe Heav'n it hold VVhat wilt thou thinke it with that Hell coÌ„par'd VVhere yet thou liv'st among deathes manifold VVhich for our safety thou hast long endur'd Thou sure wilt thinke no Angell now doth ward The Esterne Eden plac'd now in the North But Scots and English men the same doe guard And therein liue then come Heroicke Worth Attend thy Liege till he resends thee forth Meeke-harted Worcester friend of Humanityâ— Honoâ—'d for honesty so rightly honored Gods white-guifâ— Whiteguifâ— â— glory of Prelacy Buckhurst our Treasoâ—er roially treasured VVith richest Rules of Rule Egerton famouzed For loue to equity chiefe Iustâ—ce of the land Bold Popham resolute for thy friend for thy Head Striue striue ô striue to make fast Peaces Band That you obeying may in peace command So you by it and it by you may stand Great harted Heros great Northumberland Furnisht withall that may make great a Peere And Tethys true loue ventrous Cumberland Together with the rest to England deere Deere Peeres let now your peerelesâ—e ioy appeereâ— Goe Lordes goe meete your sans-Peere Soveraigne And tell him yee are his while hee is here And when he leaues the Earth for heav'nly raigne You and yours will be his whiles they remaine Thou liuely Image of our Worldes perfection Ouâ— little Worlds great Paragon of fame Both taking beeing by the Heav'ns direction In
Purse or Parts or all the Bodie quight VVhere 's no Foe to oppunge what conquest iâ—t But where be many great Ones there to fight And with a Kingly courage them resist O such an one is a true Martialist How easie this is sedd who doth not see How Arte may picture Vertue all perceaue But to inspire hir with vitalitee This none but onely Gods haue powr to geue From whom alone shee doth her life receaue O deere Liege that I could as faine I would Make Vertue lively then by thy good leave Thou should'st not leave me wretch sith then I could Leaue all the World to serue thee as I should Then would I with a never vvearied Eye Help thee to watch from wolues thy Flocke to keepe Thy Flocke is great and Wolues may lurckiâ—g lye In each darke Corner to devoure thy Sheepe But blest were he that would could dive deepe Into th' Abissâ— of ev'ry darke device While thou gav'st Nature necessarie sleepe To feele their Snares to catch Lures t' intice So make them knowne that would thee preiudice Diue diue to Hell blacke Hels inhabitants Children of darkenesse that envie our light Albion's no place for such blacke Miscreants For God and Man there with not for you fight Then doe your selues ensconse in endlesse night There stand vpon your guard guarded with â—iends â— That guard grieue you both at once with spight There shall yee feele smart of Gods fingers ends Sith divine Iustice deeper nere descends Deere Loue sweet Lord goodnes-surmounting God How stands this Land oblig'd vnto thy loue This little-great Land or great-little Clod Thou more regard'st it seemes theÌ„ heav'n aboue For there thou plaguedst sinne as Angels proue Bâ—t though this Isle doth flote on seas of sinne Thou mou'd with loue froÌ„ it dost plagues remoue As if against the streame thou wouldst it winne To perfect goodnesse and to rest therein O bow our Harts of steele make them well bent That they may through thy hart shoot shâ—fâ—s of loue And wound the same with loue most violent But what neede that sith now the same we proue But yet sith thou such shooting dost approue And by thy lawes alone its lawfull game Let aâ—l the shafts of our indevors roue At thy harts whitest loue sith in the same Consists our game grace glory ioy and fame Gaine for all 's gain'd in thy all-giving loue Grace for Gods loue is mans extreamest grace Glorie for thou do'st glorifie thy loue Ioy sith they needs must ioy whom ioies embrace And â—ame for Fame ensues the loue of Grace All these winne we if we thy loue doe win Then should we draw our Soules out of sins Case And be'ng well bent shoote loue-shafts at the Piâ— Of thy deere loue which lies thine hart within Orecome vs Lord in kindnesse let thy grace Ever triumph ore our vngrac'ousnesse So wee le triumph in that gracious disgrace Giving all glorie to thy graciousnesse And loue and feare thy dread almightynesse Let not these Blessings greater make thy Curse Against our inbred base vngratefulnesse O let not thy grace make vs worse and worse But to be gracious let it vs enforce These super-supererogating Workes Proceeding from thy sup'rinducing loue Might make vs though farre worse then Iewes or Turkes To entertaine them as thou do'st approue And giue thy loue no cause ours to reprooue Since borne I was I saw but sinne abound And thy grace ore abounding which might moue A senslesse stone to sincke in Teares profound Flowing from highest loue in Teares ydrownd Thou deal'st not thus with the adiacent Lands Although perhaps they haue provokt thee lesse Captivitie hath oft bound them in Bands And the Destroiers Sword hath had egresse Through all the Members of them more and lesse Which did not cut but eate flesh greedy sword Nor shed but was made drunke with blouds excesse But to out land alone thou do'st afford Peace Plentie Freedome Health Wealth and thy Word Yet from him sitting on the kingly Throne Vnto the Slaue that at the Hand-mill grindesâ— Others by civill Sword haue beene orethrone And Masacres of Bodies and of Mindes Haue beene performed in all hellâ—sh kindes Vpon their Walles were Woes and Wellawaies Breath'd out with grones like hollow-voiced windes Their streetes with shrikes through soddaine stabs dismaiâ—s By Nights did eccho and did ring by Daies While stormes of rage did bloudy billowes raise The venerable Lore that Time and Artâ— Exchequer'd had in one Head rarely wrought Was let-out by a Dagger or a Dart As good for nothing but to bring to nought Vertue was held a Rebell and still sought But to be slaine and so by Death embrac'd Vice was secur'd by that which Vice had wrought By Vertues helpe by Vice now quite defac'dâ— So all but Vice then dide or were disgrac'd And heerewith keene-cheek'd Famine made away Through their best Citties bowels so to bring Their Bellies and their Backes to kisse and plaie So to beguile the smart of famishing Which in the hollowes of the Hart did sting Dogs Câ—ts Mice Rats stale Carion and Horse-dung Wherewith perchance they humane-flesh did minge These did they eate they were so hunger-stunge Nay dide for want of these through famine longe Thinke what it is to Sowe and not to Reape Or what to haue what others haue in hold That haue no hold yet all away doth sweepe And so by spoile of all liue vncontrold What t is to haue a Wife yet haue thy wife To haue no powre to doe as thy wife should But to avoide the Ravishers rude knife Cannot avoide the losse of more then life O could a Man behold at one aspect The many Hels attending Civill-warre He would suppose no doubt by the effect Hell had broke loose and tane Earth prisoner And vsd it worser then worst Hell by farre For if the God of Heav'n a Realme would damme Aboue the Earth he neede but let it iarre Within it selfe and then no Hellish flame Can so torment with anguish as the same Diffring in nothing but in Time and Place Saue that the Sunnes light makes the griefe the more For it giues light to see the hidious case Of all when all are almost drown'd in Gore That like a Deluge oreflowes Sea and Shore VVhich if it might be felt and not be seene Sâ—nse would suppose the same to be lesse sore For Sight the Senses Soveraigne would weene That that is still vnfelt that is vnseene And but that Woes are priviledg'd from iest I well might say and yet but iest in sho That this damnation Divels more detest Then the perdition in the Hell belo For there their vtmost miseries they kno And well they wot if they as these should iarre Their kingdome like these should to ruine goe So they much more then Hell feare civill-warre â— Because a kingdome it doth more then marre The Night that Nature hath ordain'd for rest Then yeâ—lds no rest yet
loue him not for he did vs make But for his goodnesse onely and alone And loue al goodnesse for and in that One A father loues his sonne not in regard Of any gaine but for he is his owne Nor should a Sonne his Sire loue for reward But for he is his Sire in Nature dear'd For if we loue ought for the good we have From it we loue our selves more then the same Or loue it for our selves our selues to save From want of that which from it to vs came So such loue is self-selfe-loue which Love doth blame But we must loue the Lord of Love for love Nay though he hate vs we must love his name Sith to make man Loue onely did him move But to loue him againe for Mannes behove If then we weigh by vvhat degrees wee mount To him from vvhom our soules did first descend We finde that as through loue which doth surmouÌ„t They came from him so to him they ascende The selfe-same way as to their proper end For comming from him they must know him needs Aud knowing him they needes must to him tend But so they cannot but by loues good deedes For what is not of loue from sinne proceedes The order then of the degrees to loue Is first vvee at things corporall beginne For our birth to that Steppe vs streight doth moue Vnto our outward senses then wee rinne To Fancie next and so wee never linne Till through Reas'n Iudgement Contemplation VVe come to loue and so wee rest therein But to descend by the selfe same gradation And there to rest descendeth to damnation For to dismount from true loues loftie pitch Loue of the High'st so lowe as to selfe-loue Is Sow-like to lie mired in the ditch Of lowest Hell where we all Sorowes proue And cannot for our soules from thence remoue Without kinde heav'nly loues all-helping hand Which onely and alone hath powre to moue Our Mindes from Earth vnto the Livings Land And breake the linckes of selfe-loues mortall Band. Loue makes an Vnion of Diversitie If then wee loue God hee and wee are One One although diverse through true amitie VVee loue him and our selues for him alone So may we loue our selues as wee loue none Likenesse breedes loue which makes him loue vs so Who made vs to his Image and his Sonne Assum'd our shape which makes his loue the mo Then by like reason wee should loue him to The more his Image is renew'd in vs The more he loues vs and wee loue the more Then to deforme the same 's most odious And he detesteth vs alone therefore VVhich makes vs likewise loath him and his loâ—e All which proceedes from dissimilitude For God and Beliall are foes evermore Then sith wee are with his faire Forme indu'd Let it by vs bee euermore renew'd For Beauty is an vrgent cause of Loue If so wee should embrace the fairest Faire With loue that should be farre all loue aboue Yea die for loue that Loue might life repaire And glorifie the same as Beauties Heire See wee an hue that mortall beauty staines As doth the Sunne the Moone by his repaire This sov'raigne Beauty all the glorie gaines Sith but a sparke thereof the same sustaines Then Beauty blush to glorie in thy Blaze And much more blush to blaze thy glorie vaine With coulors fresh to make fraile eies to gaze And such as cannot iudge of coulors faine No coulor hast thou so thy selfe to staine The best is too too bad and bad 's the Best That without coulor doe their face ingraine In earnest such I thinke doe loue to Iest As Chaucer but my Muse will owe the rest But outward beauty loue procures because It argues th' inward beauty of the Minde For goodnes is th' effect Beauty the Cause And both togither commonly we finde For Nature both togither stil doth binde A good Complexions disposition Is for the most part vertuously inclinde But VVeomens beauty by permission Being often tempted breedes suspition For hardly is that kept that many craues And chastitie with beautie 's stil at strife For much more beautiful are Frailties slaues TheÌ„ for the most part they of vertuous life And aske a man that hath a beautious wife How much he fears the fowle fal of his faire Because that nothing in the world 's more rife Then at faire beauties byding mens repaire And where they hauÌ„t they do not stil repaire But this by accident is rather thus Then any waie to beauty naturall For it by Nature is most vertuous Sith Tempers good to Ill are seldome thrall For bodies meerely are Organicall Wheron the mind doth play al parts in one If then they be in tune most cordiall Their motioÌ„s must be needs sith there is none That moues theÌ„ but the minde or God alone But for that beauty stil alures the eie The â—ie the hart the hart the soule Sp'rite Of those that on the same do chance to pry Because it doth beheau'n them with delight This makes them instantly the same incite To yeeld to loue or lust and their desire Then being subiect thus to restlesse fight It oft enflames and is ensâ—am'd with fire That Flesh and Sprite makes but one flame intire How many may wee see distracted quight Or pyning liue or rather dy with paine Yea some to spill themselues with all despight For others beautie which they cannot gaine If beauty then so ore fraile sense doth raigne Sense being subiect to her sov'raigntie Doth sue and serue her favour to obtaine VVith most impetuous importunitie Till shee as subiect to her Subiect lie And never times except the times of old For whose corruption al the world was drown'd But these curst times of ours durst be so bold To make it common with estates renown'd To couâ—t bright beauty match'd as t' were vnbound Call yee it Courtshippe cal it what yee please Though it be in request it was not found In chaster times â—or oft it doth disease The head with swellings which nought can appease Mee thinkes I see as I haue often seene A well-made Male as male-content to stand In silke or silver clad right well-beseene VVringing a match'd faire Female by the hand VVhil'st in her eare he lets her vnderstand How much shee ought to loue him â—or his loue Meane while hard by stands Patience the Husband And lets Temptation his weake vessell proue VVhich in his sight her vnseene Spright doth moue It s prettie pastime so to passe the time It savoures of good breeding and good VVitt The Howres are made more pleasant by this Chime Who would not stil to here the same stil sitt Although a man transformed were by it O t is a iolly matter to give eare Nay to give leaue to Musicke in her fitt He is a Beast that wil not then forbeare Though he thereby be made a Beast to beare Foure kinds of
loue resembles that of Seraphins VVho burne in loue of the extremest Good And makes Men like the sacred Cherubins Still priviledg'd from outward charge whose moode Is stil t' attend on LOVES Trin-vnion-hood This loue this beauty Loue of vertuous thiâ—gs Whose beauty flowes from divine beauties Flud Doth make Men Gods among the mighti'st Kings And Kings with highest God in high'st dwellings Goodnesse is Beauties Mother and true Loues Beauty and loue are both bred in one VVombe Then loue and beautie stil it much behoues To tend to Goodnesse as vnto the Tombe That must at last for ever them enwombe But there are diverse loues and beauties mo According to the creatures all or some Proceeding from that LOVE and BEAVTY who Sheds both on things aboue and things belo Fowre special beauties Goodnesse hath created The first is that whereby the Minde and sp'rite Hath VVit and Vnderstanding in them seated The second them adornes with Knowledge bright That mounts the Minde to Contemplations height The third in seede preserving mortall things The last in corp'rall things that sense delight Science the Soule to Contemplation brings But her to things materiall Fancie flings Yet did the soule but weigh hovv shee is bound To her Creator for his matchlesse loue Shee would from thence by Reason soone rebound And wholy stil contemplate things aboue For this his loue requitlesse doth approue He gaue her beeing meerely of free grace Before shee VVas or could his mercie moue Then if shee loue him her loue is but base Compar'd with his that made her what shee waâ— VVho giues a Guift much more affection shoes Then the Receaver for it can bewray The giver giues beeing free to giue or choose But the Receaver's bound to loue alway Yet if the giver giues to th' end to pray It s not of Loue but Lucre loth'd of Loue GOD cannot giue so in whom all doth stay But Men giue thanks for Blessings which they proue And God thereby to giue them more doe moue Such loue in giver and receiver both Is meerely merc'nary corrupt and base VVhich hatefull loue the Lord of loue doth loth And from such lovers turnes his loving face As from false Hypocrites abusing grace But true loves scope is in a gracious moode To loue all those that Mercie shoulde embrace Respecting nought but to streame foorth the flud Of goodnesse which it hath for others good For loue is free and freely would be lov'd It s actiue like a Flame in operation Saue that like fire it is not vpwardes mou'd But doth descende by Reasons computation For such descent on Reason hath foundationâ— The Sire doth loue the Sonne more then the Sonne Doth loue the Sire because by generation Part of the Sire into the Sonne doth runne But no part of the Sonne in Sire doth wonne Sith loue in nature stil doth thus descende God loues man more then Man his God can loue For Man proceedes from God who is his ende But God from Man likewise cannot remoue For Man is finite and in God doth moue This made him loue Men when they were his foes And for their loues a world of woe did proue Therefore hee 's Fount of Loue whence all loue floes Which loues for hate and hate doth loue-dispose Now how to loue this VVell of loue the more Loue doth direct by kindling the Desire Truely to know and minde it evermore Both which so sets the soules frame all on fire That it is made one flame of loue intire The more wee know it it the more wee minde The more wee minde it it wee more require The more we seeke the more wee it doe finde And being found it quite doth lose the Minde For then the Mindes no more that which it was For to this loue it 's transubstantiate To weeteâ— as neere as loue can bring to passe It s ev'n the selfe-same thing immaculate And like this LOVE this loue doth contemplate Reiecting all that would inveagle it To loue ought els and stil doth meditate To loue nought els and bends all powres of wit To make it selfe for this Loue onely fit Thus Sinners may turne Seraphins by Loue wounding with Loue-shafts Gods hart pure alone So as the ones hart so the others moue As twixt them aâ— there were no Hart but one This is to lye next the chiefe Corner-stone In the Church-militant Triumphant rather For God and man this Loue doth â—o attone As doth nay more then loue doth Sonne and Father For loue makes both intire still altogether For Loue doth graue though in an Hart of Brasse The forme of the Beloued in the Hart So that a Lovers Hart is like a Glasse Where the Belou'd is seene in ev'râ— part So in Gods Hart w' are graven by Loves Arte And in our harts Loue doth his forme ingrave Thus interchang'd we eithers forme impart To others liking by the Loue we have And make the Hart the Lodge it to receave The ende or scope of loue is to vnite The faster therefore it conglutinates Two harts or of them makes an vnion right So much the more her vertue shee elates And perfectly her kinde effectuates Then Loue in God in whom Love perfect is His vertue so to man participates That they become one through that loue of his For Man partakes his Image and his Blisse But man meere Chaos of extreame Defect Doth loue but loveth onely in desire He longs perhapps to loue with al effect That God and he thereby might be intire Whereto his leaden loue would faine aspire From which desire proceeds a pleasant paine Pleasant in that it setts the soule on fire With loue so good And paine it breeds again For that it hath not what it would haue fain But what is lacking in Mans loue the same God doth supply out of his boundlesse loue And makes MaÌ„s loue therby a working flame Which to presse through al Pressures stil doth prove And towards God her Spheare doth ever move This Flame doth melt the marrow of the Sp'rite Making it liquid sooner to remove In 't Mercies Mould where it s reform'd aright And made intire with LOVE true loues delight For when the lover loues himselfe no more But the Beloved in whom he abides Or if he loue himselfe it is therefore To weet for that he in his loue resides Then Loue is pure at high'st pitch besides But such high Raptures are too rarely found In fraile humanity that on Earth bides Though loue the Soule therfore perhaps may wound Yet stil t' wil be to the owne Body bound How shal I end with everlasting Loue To ease my Reader tir'd with heavy lines Vnto this Labarinth of Loue I prove The Author LOVE no comming out assignes Yet rest I may though it my Muse confines As Zeuxis drue a vaile with curious skill Ore that hee wanted skill t' expresse by Lines So I the like in Loue must now
thought VVhat shouldst thou doe with that that 's good for nought Let theÌ„ go waite on Byshops to whose See They doe belong but let the Prince be free VVilt thou be Servant to the common Trash That often leaves their Master in the lash Or spend thy VVitte and Sp'rits for such Riffraffe And so consume the Corne to saue the Chaffe VVilt thou orewhelme thy selfe in all anoy That they may swime aloft in Seas of Ioy VVhat wilt thou place thy pleasure in thy paine And make thy Subiect be thy Soveraigne Wilt loose thy roiall sole prerogatiue To make vngrateful base Bash rags to thriue O be indulgent to thine owne deere Hart And of Heav'ns blessings take a blisful part Doe not depriue thy selfe of that rare blisse That vnto none but thee peculier is And here vpon the sodaine great mishap I found my selfe in Oxford my loues lap Where thinking seriously vpon this thing I heard some say God saue king Iames our King And therewithal I heard a Trumpets clang That in an vnison that Dittie sang Then did I more admire what I had seene But griev'd I had so double lost the Queene And grieu'd no lesse sith I saw not the rest Of that wherein I held me highlie blest Had I so blessed bin t' haue seene th' event I should haue thought my time divinely spent But as I cannot now diuine vvhat shal Vnto this Land orewhelm'd in blisse befal So wil I not suspect the worst for why God onely good keepes good Kings company JOHN DAVIES To the Right Ho. and most most Reverend Father in God my Lord Archb. of Canterb. his grace THou temp'rate Soule that holdst promotion To be but Vertues meede and vertuouslie Dost higher prize the Soules devotion Proceeding from the low'st humilitie Passion-suppressing wel-disposed spirit Cleere glasse wherein true Pastors may behold The hall'wed life that heaven doth inherit Whose praises Glorie writes in liquid gold O helpeful harmelesse vertuous virgin Priest O louing tender-harted gaullesse Doue O that Arte could in thy praise so insist As answere might the measure of my loue But for my loue herein surmounts my skill Accept this poore show of my rich good-will I. D. To the most gracious Prince the Duke of Lennox c. FOr no respect great Lord but for the loue I owe to grace and greatnesse ioin'd in one Doth my weake Pen her strongest vertue proue To graue thy name vpon this paper-stone That if it chance the turnes of Time to brooke Which grinde to pouder all produc'd in Time Thy Name at least which is my most may looke Like to it selfe in my hard-fauour'd Rime If voice of those that loue the voice diuine Bee true the truth whereof none ought to doubt Thou like the Moone among heav'ns laÌ„ps dost shine While Sol thy Sov'raigne goes the Globe about Long maist thou as he doth giue light to all That pleas'd or pain'd doe foote this earthy Ball. I. D. To the R. Honorable and highly valued Lord the Earle of Northumberland c. WHo cannot raigne in height of lofty stile That hath so high a subiect for the same As thy heroicke worth and glorious name Is abiect nay then abiect farre more vile Magnificke thoughts to think on thoughts doth mouÌ„t Aboue the spheare of common intellect The thought of thy thoughts causeth this effect Which maks my towring thoughts theÌ„selus surmouÌ„t I thinke of thee and them as of those things That moue to rest in honors highest Spheare Sith vertue is the scale the same to reare Which wil make thee as neere as deere to kings As long great Lord as Vertue guideth thee Thou shalt be blest of God King State and me I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of VVorcester c. WErt thou most noble Lord a scurge to me Plagueing my misses vvith an Iron Rod Yet vvould I in my hart still honor thee For though he punish me I honor God Thou dost hurt no man simplie for his harme But as the Surgeon doth his hurt to heale Would wounded or diseased states did swarme With no worse Surgeons for their Common-weale I honor thee for that vvhich God himselfe Doth honor Men that is for drawing neere To his great goodnesse not for Port or Pelfe I honor thee for that deere Lord and deere Shal such be to me for their vertue sake Though I thereof no vse at all doe make I. D. To the Right right Honorable the Earle and Countesse of Rutland FOr infinite respectes to thee ' sweete Lord My Muse doth consecrate these zealous lines Which is the All her nothing can afford Serving for nothing but for true loues signes To thee that do'st enioy fruite of his loines From whoseworsts parts proceeded nought but good Whose weakest vvorths brake Envies strongest foines These lines I send and to his deerest blood Sweete couple that haue tasted sweete and sowâ—e The sweetest potion worldly weale can taste O let each others sweetes that gaull devoure Which with this sowre VVorlds sweetes is interlac't And that you may doe so your vnknowne yours Will praie so you vouchsafe to call him ours I. D. To the Right Honorable Earle of Cumberland Neptunes vice-gerent Sea-controling Spirit That makes her pay thee tribute and thy land Of which thou dost therefore great honor merit And worthy art thou on both to command So long thou hast the Northen-pole regarded That nature now hath made that pole thine head So lookes are with what was lookt for rewarded Then by his light let thy course still be led If so thy fame the world inviron shall For his light leades to glory infinite Then eie him well and his staid motions all Yea draw as neere him as is requisite So Fame thy name will on the Skies enrole So shalt thou honor'd be by this North-Pole I. D. To the Right Noble and intirely beloved Earle of Southamtonâ— c. WElcome to shore vnhappy-Happie Lord From the deepe Seas of danger and distresse Where like thou wast to be throwne over boord In every storme of discontentednesse O living Death to die when others please O dying Life to live how others will Such was thy case deere Lord such al thine ease O Hell on Earth can Hell more vex the VVill This Hell being harrowed by his substitute That harrowed Hell thou art brought forth froÌ„ theÌ„ce Into an Earthly Heaven absolute To tast his sweetenesse see his excellence â— Thy Liege well wotts true Loue that soule must wouÌ„d To whom Heav'ns grace His doth so abound I. D. To the Right Noble and no lesse learned then iudicious Lord VVilliam Earle of Pembrooke c. DEere Lord if so I could I would make knowne How much I longe to keep thee still alive These Lines though short so loÌ„g shal be thine owne As they have pow'r Vitality to giue I consecrate this Myte of my devotion To the rich Treasurie of thy deere fame Which shal serve though nought else worth as a Notion For Tyme to sever
thy fame from thy name WILLIAM Sons Son of VVilliam dreaded Earle Of Pembrooke made by Englands dreadful'st King Nephue to Sidney rare VVorths richest Pearle That to this Land her fairest fame did bring These VVorthies worthes are treasured in thee So three in one makes one as deere as three I. D. To the same VVIthin my Soule I sensiblie doe feele A motioÌ„ which my Minds atteÌ„tion markes That is to strike Loues Flint against Truthes Steele More hard to kindle thy loue by the Sparkes But if the fire come not so freely foorth As may inflame the Tinder of thy loue The tender of my Zeale shal be hencefoorth Offred in flames that to thy grace shal move Which is their Spheare where they desire to rest And resting there they wil in glorie shine I am thine owne by double interrest Sith once I vow'd my selfe to thee and thine O then had I but single loue of you I should bee double bound to VV. Your Honors peculier Iohn Dauies To the Right Honorable and highly renowmed Lady the Countesse of Pembrooke the Vertuous Lady Lady Anne her daughter and the Right Worthie and Worshipfull Phillipp Herbert Esquier her Sonne THus must poore Debters pay their Creditors And share a little where the due is more I owe my selfe to you great Favorers And I am little so are great Ones poore I owe my selfe vnto my selfe and so Doe â— to those whom as my selfe I loue I owe you more the three in One belowe Which I haue honor'd most next That aboue If more what more sith that 's more theÌ„ I haue for I am not so much mine owne as yours More by as much as what I else might crave I wish it mine for you for in your powres All that and more if more could be possest Should while you held me yours yours firmly rest I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of Mar. c. LOE how my Muse inflamed by desire To winne thy loue in paying thee thine owne Doth striue with VVitts dull sword and loves quicke fire To honor thee but how that is vnknowne And if vnknowne to me then needs it must To All to whom my Thoughts are lesse reveal'd In me it 's like an Embrio or like Dust Wherein the first Man laie at first conceal'd I am devising how to fash'on it God grant I spoile it not in hammering And if I doe I le sacrifize my VVitt In fire of Zeale the while my Muse doth sing Like to the Swanne when death the songe ensu'th Most blest to die with sweete Mar in her Mouth I. D. To the Right Honorable and Loiall-harted Lord the Earle of Clanricard OVR English Crownes approued Irish frend That raign'st in our true loue for such thy truth Let thine owne rare perfections thee coÌ„meÌ„d For perfect praise perfection still ensu'th I never was so happie as to see thee Much lesse to knowe thee whom I longe to see But in thy predecessor did fore-see thee For if Fame fable not much like you bee To add then to thy glory more bright beames Loue His thy other-selfe with deerest loue For shee hath martir'd bin with greefes extreames Deere Innocent whose vertues all approue Her loue to thee doth argue thy hie vvorth Then loue such loue that setts thy glory forth I. D. To the Right Honorable and no lesse vertuous Lady the Countesse of Clanricard HOnor attend as vertue guides thy life Deere Lady lou'd of all that are belov'd As it hath done thee virgin VViddowe VVife For which thou wert of all in all approu'd By Heav'n assign'd to Natures Miracles Mirrors of Manhood and Heroick partes VVorld Flesh Fiends to such are obstacles But God Saints Angels guerdoÌ„ their deserts In thee it is the loue of such â—'alure And binde them to thee with loves Gordian knott It is thy grace and reputation pure That made these worthies fall so to thy Lott God give thee ioy of this for in the rest Thou seemd'st accurst because so highly blest I. D. To the most heroick meritoriously renowmed Lord the Lord Mount ioy Lord Deputy of Ireland TO praise thee noble Lord were but to doo What all the world doth and to doo the same Were to offend and that extreamly too And al extreame offence incurrs defame Praise is not seemely in a wicked mouth The VVorld is wicked and her mouth is worse Ful of detraction false-praise and vntruth Then should I praise according to her course O no! thy vertue merits more regard Let Vertue praise thee as thou her dost praise For sacred vertue is her owne reward And Crowns her selfe in spight of Fortunes Nayeâ— She is thy guide and Glory her attends VVhich her in thee and thee in her commends The true lover of your honor vertue I. D. To the Right honorably honored and right wel-beloved yonge Earle of Essex c. DEere offspring of that all-belooued One Deere vnto all to whom that one was deere The Orphanes God requites thy cause of mone By Him that doth to all like God appeere Al those that loue you al-beloued Two Will blesse and loue him for it blest of God To comfort Innocents and Orphanes too That ruin'd were by fell Disasters Rod. Liue like His Sonne that liv'd too like him selfe And dide like one deere to Him without like He wrackt his fortunes on false Favors shelfe Which are this worlds that smiles wheÌ„ it doth strike And that thou mai'st thy country glorifie No lesse then hee all pray then needes must I. I. D. To the R. Honorable Sr. Iohn Popham Knight Lord chiefe-Iustice of England c. IVstly seveare seveare in Mercies cause Sith it is mercie mercie-wanting men To cut of with the razor of the lawes That wounds the wounders of their brethren To thee graue Cato are these lines adrest As proofes of what respect they beare thy fame Which with these VVorthies shal be here imprest By my best Pen in Honor of thy name If best deseruers of the publike weale Should not be memorized of the Muse Shee should her proper vertue so conceale And so conceal'd should that and them abuse To free her then and thee from so great wrong Liue lines with Pophams earned praises long I. D. To the R. Honorable and most learned Lord the Lord Henry Haward c. WHat hope the noble vertuous and the learn'd May haue they having now so rare a King In thee learn'd vertuous noble Lord 's discern'd In whom these flourisht without cherrishing Where vertue raignes her subiects shal beare rule The learn'd and vertuous shee wil haue to sway For vice wel-learned is but arm'd Misrule By whom the vertuous stil are made awaie Honors doe alter manners in â—those men That are to honor and good manner foes In thee that is not to be feared then For each with thee from thy conception groes And sith Apollo now doth water them They wil grow great togither with the stemme I. D. To the Right Noble
of a Pesant because he wotâ—s it wil be notable Inward ioy annihilates outward paine Esay the Prophet so martiâ—ed S. Lawrence S. Stephen Act 7.56,58 One Martyr begets many Dan. 3.22,23 Sorrow doth occuâ—ie the the place of extreame ioy Petrarch Extreme ioy being suddaine is enemy to nature Simil. Shame may bring life to confusion in generous spirits Quod capio perdo quod non capio mihi seruo Body Soule Heate naturall Phisitionâ— Mirth makes mans yeareâ— as many as hiâ— haires The AffectioÌ„s follow the qualities of the Humors Sicknesse iâ— as Seneca saith the chastisement of intemperaÌ„ce The Harâ—s affects begett the Mindes Deere are fatted but to be killed So Epicures c. The power of The will is derived from Knowledge Prâ—ctise the Mothâ—r of Habit. The Soule is possest in patience if shee possesse patience Frst the crosse and then the Crowne a Affliction being familier with vs doth make vs most familier with our selues b As a man caÌ„not know him selfe if hee know not God so he cannot know God well if hee know not him selfe So inseperable are these knowledges * The end of worldly pleasure is the beginning of Payne Wealth makes men wanton * Ample fortunes haue as ample passioÌ„s * Prov. 13.10 * Our â—nemies will tell vs wherein wee are faulty which friends will forbeareâ— so may we profit by our foesâ— Affliction is the best Tutresâ—â— to make vs know the World Custom is another nature Custom is overcome by â—ustome When the affections are called vertues or Vices Sin inhabites but is not habituall in the godly Simil. Simil. Simil. Simil. In knowing our soules we know â—he wel-head of al our Actions The Minde turns winds the body by the Affections of the Hart. Little suffiseth Naâ—ure but nothing Opinion As a little Colloquintida dâ—th marre a whole pot of pottage so covetousnesse doth make all other vertues abhominable The best vse of worldly things isâ— to contemne worldlyâ— It thingsâ— Plato A simil a Affections move the Soule moderately but Perturbations move her most violently A Simil. b When IudgmeÌ„t is betraid the Affections are misguided Therfore moderate fasting feedes the Soule c Ills takeÌ„ for good grieue the mind vpoÌ„ triall d Passion is easiest extinguished when it begins to kindle e A wise man rules and is not ruled by his Affections f Constancie holdes the Hart that holds wisdoÌ„e Ill is the privation of good Good is the obiect of loue and Desire To bee angry with evill is good Pride is a moÌ„ster compounded of many Affections A Simil. A Simil. a Where Passion raignes Reason obayeth b The Eie is the Index of the Minde Eccl. 13.26 Confounded looks bewray meÌ„s lewdnes d The countenaÌ„ce showes how the Hart is affâ—ctedâ— Not to dissemble is not to lyue Teares quench the â—â—â—e of immodâ—â—ate PassioÌ„ f Mirth is too light for the gravity of Maiestie g Vertues self-loue alone is Vertuous The kingdom of heaven suffers violence and thâ— violent take it by force Mat. 11. 12. The Hart coÌ„ceaues two kindes of Ioy or Griefe Likelyhood is the life of hope touching mundane matters The hope of the impious is full of feare Innocencie dreades no danger Hopes winges are pennipotent The Patriarck Abraham Gen. 32.26.28 The Senses would dy that feaâ—e might â—ot â—iue Feare is vtterly haâ—tlâ—sse Gods feare expels feare Eccle. 1.12 The Belly becomes loose though force of Feare * Iob. 41.16 Courage comes from Hope * Six-penny Champions Iob. 2.7 Gen. 4.8 * God * God is the Fountaine of all Power * Sorrow remaines after sinne for sin to make the Soule detest sinneâ— a Too great Light is as offensive to the Eye as too little b God is by Intelligence apprehended of vs. Note which of the outward senses is the most supreme c Seeing is the Soveraigne of the outward SeÌ„ses why d The outward senses are the Dores whâ—re thrâ—ugh Sin enters into our Soules The Divell knowes not the thoughts of Man A Simil. The inferiorst interior sense coÌ„ceiues more pleasure then all the outward senses can The pleasures of the minde doe far excell those of the body The more brutish the pleasures bee the more paine is taken in their execution Griefes doe more annoy vs then Pleasures delight vs. * Gods coÌ„maÌ„dements meÌ„tioned in the Decalogue Bodily pleasures are but paines coÌ„pared to those of the minde * Eccles. 2. * God the Father fatherâ—leâ—â—â— Civill Policie Crownes are purchased often vniustly by bloudy coÌ„quests Policy vnder God is the overruler of all vnder heaveÌ„ To Princes wee must giue our reasons by waight our woâ—ds by measure Similie All Policie ought â—o tend to publicke profiteâ— Simil. Where the worde of the king is there is poweâ— and who shall say to him what dost thou Eccles 8 4. A Caveat for great subiects Men shoulde not bee divels to shun teÌ„porall death or to be Gods on earth That which in privat persons is called Choler in publike is called Fury cruelly Sal. Rigor often buyeth her pleasure with perill of life Mercy truth preserue the King for his throne shaâ—be established with Mercie Prover 20.28 He that is careles of his own liâ—e is Lord of anothers Senâ— * Which mischief though with extream difficulty prevented if at al avoided yet al the means to escape it are these 4. Enquiry Punishment InnoceÌ„cie Destenie * By repreheÌ„sion which S. Basil cals the healing of the soule SalomoÌ„ an ornameÌ„t of fine gold Pro. 25. and David a precious Balme Psa. 41. Tacitus saith every notorious execution of iustice hath some taste of iniustice therin yet sith it wrings but some in particular it is amply recompeÌ„ced in the coÌ„mon good a Iteration of reveÌ„g for one fault is faulty Punishmente is the companion of iniustice Plato b Salus fâ—r the soâ—es growing from overmuch severity a Austere and iust Maiestrats are like the Ligatures of Chirurgions which hurt them that bee wounded for though those Bands be imployd to cure loose meÌ„bers yet they putt the Patient to much paine b By the resistance of those that should obey the lenitie of those that coÌ„mand is diminished Tacitus Vsurie is a sweete poison compounded vpon the ruines of good men d A temperate dread suppresseth high and stout stomakes feare in extremitie stirres men to presumption or desperate resolution provoks them to try conclusioÌ„s daÌ„gerous Piety makes Authority most potent e The mother of a wary person knows not what belongs to Teares Paul Emil. f Superfluity in BaÌ„quets Aparrell are tokens of a diseased CoÌ„mon-weale or which is rather in daÌ„ger of death Seneca g A kingdoms superabuÌ„daÌ„ce if it be managed by a lascivious voluptuous Prince is the cause of the subversioÌ„ thereof h Fâ—are terror are slender bonds to bind loue Tacitus Simil. i A gentle intreaty is of more force then an imperious coÌ„maÌ„d Claudian k It is an easie matter to governe good men Salust l O impious people