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
suo Charus illius mihi nomine charus huius Vrbis es hinc artes ducimus indegenus Charior at proprio mihi nomine fas mihi suave Ingenium mores fas sit amare probos Ingenium moresque tuos redamem illud istos Plura mihi cunctis hic libâ—r ipse probat Robertus Burhillus Coll. C.C. Soc. Liber Lectores alloquitur HEm tu qui leve paginas pererrans Nostras pollice inquiete ocello Piscaris rabidum tibi venenum Ex hoc fonticulo scaturienti Nisi Castaliae liquore nullo Abito procul hinc facessat ist hic Ocelli malè prurientis ardor Non nostris olidae natant papyris Algae nec levibus tume sco nugis Molestanta scelus Patre expiandum Lemnio hinc profugus Cupido lirae Sordes qui squiliae exulant omnis Putredo iuveni nocens legenti Quin tu sobrie docte perspicacis Cui luces Aquilae altiusque acumen Cultor Virginis integer Patrimae Et tu Montis amans biforme culmen Chara progenies novem Dearum Adsis genium meumque carmen Expendas rogo strictiore lance Tui iudicij sagacioris Non supercilium striasve frontis Declino tetric as minacioris Thaletem accipio venito Brute Censorem volo te severioris Nec durum fugio Catonis vnguem Hoc est quod fugio labore tanto Commentum peperisse mollicellum Veltricas apinasve queis inepto Ridendi moveatur aâ—sa vulgo N. Debillus In Libri Auctorem PHilosophi laudes laudes meruêre poêtae Davisius vatem philosophumque refert Ergo Parnassi lauro lauroque Lycaei Philosopho vati cinge Britanne caput Nam quorum Pylios vnum dare postulat annos Haec effecta duo sedulus ille dedit MIrum in modum Men did wonder-maze Which wonderment this later worke of thine Not by detracting from it doth deface How so by giving out a greater shine The soules Horizon that made light whil-ere But this inlightens her whole Hemispheare Blest be thou Sunne froÌ„ wheÌ„ce this light doth spring And blessed be this little World of light By which who walkes perforce must be a King King of a little World in Fortunes spight For force and vertue in the soule doe sitte And they doe raigne that ruled are by it TheÌ„ raigne thou in Mens thoughts thou thoughtful Soule Whil'st thy rare Worke among their Workes shall raigne For it in passion passion doth controule Then mightie is thy grace thine Arte thy paine As thou for writing faire art most renownd So writing thus thou must be Lawrell cround IOHN IAMES Mihi charissimo Iohanni Dauisio Herefordiensi QVid petis nostrae leviora Musae Fila Davisi fateor Sorores Tardus ignoro Ardalides quid isthoc Me-ne lacessas Eia nec factum bene mellilinguis Te canat Maiâ genitus Camoenae Te canant diuae ingeminentque cantus Agmina vatum Cui bono Maiâ genitus Camoenae Agmina vatum procul ite mirum In modum dio cecinit seipsum Carmine vates Dij boni talis titulus Pöesi Optimae quà m conveniens isthic Microcosmos sed tamen acquiesco Ipse loquatur Desinas tu steriles arare Me citando arvos niveum Libelli Est scelus frontispicium lituris Tinguere nostris T. R. To the Author MAns soule th' Idea of our Makers mould Whiles it doth harbour in this house of clay Is so ore-whelm'd with passions manifold Is so ore-throwne with Adams olde decay That much like bastard Eagle dimme of sight It dares not take a view of Reasons light O then redoubled thankes deserues thy VVorke Whose Verse Prometheus-like striues to enflame That sacred Sparke which in our Soules doth lurke Giving blinde Reason eies to see the same Davies thine Arte beyond our Arte doth reach For thou each Soule soule-humbling Arte dost teach Thus Oxford Artists are oblig'd to thee Who Stork-like building heere a while thy Nest For Earthly Lodge dost leaue an heav'nly fee Giving a Sword to kill that foe of Rest Faire learnings blott which Scollers know to well I mean self-Self-loue which thy Self-Arte doth quell DOVGLAS CASTILION Vpon Master Iohn Davies Beginning his Discoverie of the litle VVorld with a Preface vnto the most high and mightie Prince Iames the first King of England c. SO ere he dare adventure on the Maine The prudent Sailoure prostrate on the shoare Makes first his vovves vnto the swan-bred Twaine And their aspect religiously implores So ere vnto the Ocean he sets-forth Who is this lesse Worlds great Discouerer He turns his eies vnto the hopefull North And viewes the Cynosure that shineth there Auspicious Star at whose divine arise Earth did put of her saddest maske of Night Shine mildely on him who beholdes thine Eies As sole directors of his course aright So that the great world may the lesse world see By that faire Light he borrowed first of thee Vpon the Discoverie of the litle VVorld By Master Iohn Davies GOe Drake of England Doue of Italie Vnfolde what ever Neptunes armes infolde Travell the Earth as Phoebus doth the skie Till you begette newe Worlds vpon this olde Would any wonders see yet liue at rest Nor hazard life vpon a dangerous shelfe Behold thou bear'st a World within thy brest Take ship at-home and sayle about thy selfe This Paper-Bark may be thy Golden-Hinde Davies the Drake and true discou'rer is The end that thou-thy-selfe thy-selfe maist finde The prize and pleasure thine the trauell his See here display'd as plaine as knowledge can This litle World this wondrous I le of Man Charles Fitz-Ieffry To the Reader BEyond the reach of vulgar intellect Inbred by Nature but refin'd by Art Doth wisdomes Heyre this monument erect Grace't with what ere the Graces can impart Here Wits not soild with looser blandishment The Subiect pure abstruse and worthy paine Annatomizing civill goverment And of the Soule what Reason can attaine The many sweetes herein contained be Epitomiz'd would aske too large Narration To be compris'd within this narrow station Reade then the VVorke when if thou canst not see Th'infolded flame be rapt with admiration But censure not for Owles haue bleared eies Dazled with every Starre that doth arise To the Booke as it is dedicated vnto his most excellent Maiestie THrise happy Issue brain-begotten Birth Wits pure Extraction life of Poesie Togither borne with Englands endlesse mirth How haue the Heauens grace 't thy nativity Wast from disdaine to powre th'ambrosian dew Dropping like Nectar from a sacred quill Into the common Lavour vulgar view That Heaven deferd thy birth these howres vntill O blessed Booke reserv'd to kisse that hand From which desert nere parted discontent Go pay thy vowes await his dread command To whom in prostrate duety thou art sent Shall He say liue flie Time swell Lethe lake Burst fell Detraction thou liu'st and when A thousand Ages dust shall over-rake Thy living Lines shall please both God and men For grace 't by him whom swift intelligence
the glory of thy Court advance Sith they theÌ„selues keepe Demi Courts perchaÌ„ce Then come sweet Prince Wales woeth thee by me By me hir sorrie Tongs-man to be pleas'd To liue with hir that so shee may by thee Bee rul'd in loue and ruled so be eas'd Of what in former times hath hir displeas'd The Sheepe their Owners keeping most approue For he will cure them when they are diseas'd With Loues right hand But Hirelings Truth doth prove Doo keepe the Flocke for Lucre more then Loue. Wales hir most vnworthie Solicitor IOHN DAVIâ—â— MICROCOSMOS THE DISCOVERY OF THE LITTLE VVORLD VVITH the government thereof SIth that thou hast so soundly slept my Muse Dreaming on that which thou before had'st doÌ„e Being awake againe thy Spirits rowze To make an end of what thou hast begun Be'ng rest-refresht therefore now forwards run With bright Apollo pray him be thy guide Vntill thou touch the Tropicke of Reason Where VVisdome puts Plus vltra there abide For past that point to passe is passing pride For our VVill's Baiard blind yet bold and free And had she way made in hir maine Carreere sh'would runne into that Light that none can see Saue light of Lights to feele the secrets there Which Angells wonder at yet not come neere But Reas'ns conduct is nothing safe herein Therefore the VVill hath too iust cause of feare Lest shee should runne into presumptuous sinne For which divinest Angells damn'd haue bin For since our Proto-parents lowest fall Our wisdoms highest pitch God wot is low But had they stood Hee had infus'd in all His VVord selfe VVisdome which alone to know Is to know all that VVisdomes selfe can showe But since the state of things is so vnstay'd That humane vvisedome stands it wotts not howe Vnsure in all for Iudgment 's oft betrai'd In that which proofe before had well assai'd But having toucht the Braine the Soule the VVill All which saue of the soule can brooke no touch It rests that Reasons heasts wee doe fulfil To prosecute much more or more then much That VVitt for VVill wil willingly avouch Th'al-giving Giver giveth al that liue His Creatures such desires and Natures such As for their good with good wil stil should striue And shun what ere should them of it depriue Beasts more theÌ„ Men the more Beasts meÌ„ the while Pursue that good that doth their natures fitt To them for that though they be nere so vile Is highest knowledge giv'n and they vse it Thereby condemning both mans VVill and VVitt And yet hath Man a synn-peruerted will To seeke that good he knowes most â—requizit Who knowes loues the good yet takes the ill Oft for the good but for the evill stil. Yet as he was ordain'd to greater good So greater knowledge was in him infus'd With no lesse will were it not sinn withstood To seeke that Good yet the will witt-abus'd When it hath found it is oft witt refus'd Vnhallowed sense drown'd in that damned iuyce Synnes Syder from Eaues fatall Apple bruiz'd Be'ing deadly drunck makes stil the worser choise Wherein like Sow in mire it doth reioyceâ— Among the hoast of Natures creatures bee Three kindes of Appetites there ay consorts Naturall sensitive and Voluntarie The first divided is into two sortes One found in all that to the VVorld resortes That 's inclination voide of Sense or Soule To doe what the owne nature most importes As light things mount and heavy downwards roule Which nature Natures selfe cannot controule The other with this vertue action haue Which nerthelesse proceedeth not from sense To Vegetatiue Soules this Nature gaue Which in Trees Plants and Grasse hath residence Who doe desire to sucke that influence That feedes them and avoides the contrary A plant will thirst for moistures confluence And draw to it all kinde humidity Retayning that it liues and proâ—pers by The like in our owne members we obserue Who wanting nutriment doe sucke the vaines The vaines doe sucke the bloud themselues to serue Thus each attracteth foode when neede constraines And all things living seeke the same with paines Hence we devide this naturall desire Into two kindes the one each plant retaines The other things which life doth sense-inspire As Man and Beast and what doth els respire The Seate of this desire stands on two feete Which fixt are in two places That 's to say The liver and the Stomacke there doe meete The forces of this Appetite to slay With famine or with foode fraile life to stay The sensitiue desire is two-fold too From sense the first the last comes not that way The first to ioy and griefe is fixed so That no force can it from the same vndoe For in the sinewes Feelings instruments This pow'r is plac'd or in the Synewy skin And that the Synewes ioyes or discontents That wel or ill affecteth them within By heate or cold they paine or pleasure wyn As they to them are wel or ill applied For sense and motion synewes made haue bin That by them paine or pleasure should be tride And make our Bodies moue on ev'ry side Nor doe these Appetites wait on the will Ne from the Phantazie doe they proceede For wil we nil we we shal hunger stil WheÌ„ food 's with-drawn that should our Bodies feed And we shal feele what sense affects with speede How ere the will or Phantazy impung We may abstaine from nurrishment in deede But then thereby much more for it we long And Flesh wil pine with paine if hunger-stung But th' other Appetites bredd without touch Are forged by the thoughts or Phantazie These discreete Nature in the hart doth couch Which be Affectes that lurke in secresie Be'ng motions of the hartes Hart properlie These wait on witt and choose or else reiect What it holds deerest or doth most defie So VVitt's the cause and they are the effect That loue or loath as witt doth them direct This vvitt and vvill the Beasts doe not possesse For their most knowledge is most sensuall Guided by Nature in their Brutishnesse Onely by inclination naturall Which moues their sense vn-intellectual Or this or that way without Reasons sway Then vvitt and vvill their sense wee cannot cal Though sensuall will and witt we cal it may For man alone hath both to guide his way The Voluntary Appetite we finde Is gott by Reason and produc'd by vvill By it we are to good or ill inclin'd As Reason doomes of them by Iudgments skill Two actions hath the vvill in reason still By which we good embrace and ill refuse Reason revealing what is good or ill Who rules hir not as though will could not choose But as one teaching Hirâ— hir pow'r to vse As in the Vnderstanding and the Minde Of Men and Angells God hath fixt his forme So to Mannes will his loue was no lesse kinde That to Gods wil he might his vvill conforme Ah woe that sinne should since the same
of such consequence Wherein there is such depth of Misterie That it wil blunt the sharpest Senses sence Of the acut'st and swift'st Intelligence Ne shall Deliberation be assur'd Of their effect vntill their evidence Tyme doth produce or triall hath procur'd Wherein rash Iudgment must not be endur'd The heav'nlyest Hav'ns m'haue Hellish entries Therefore wise Pilots keepe them in the Maine And rather brooke rough Tempests miseries Then by vnknowen perrils rest to gaine They shunne the flats by their experience plaine For in all perils such experience Must guide the course els perillous is paine Nay death may follow double diligence Not set on worke by single Sapience Experience is the guide of Policie Whose nere-deceaved eie sees all in all Shee can make light the darkest mistery Then her at all assaies to councell call Especially in matters mysticall Realmes haue a world of crannies where doe lurke Ten thousand mysteries from view of eie VVhich nerethelesse vncessantly doe worke And often giue the state a deadly Iurke Shee would haue Kings to haue such Councellors That might be learn'd in state-Philosophies For Kingdomes govern'd by Philosophers No Constellations feare nor Destinies They know what should the Soveraigne suffice And what the Subiect bending al their might T' accomplish both their long felicities By seeing that each one may haue his right Preventing forraine and domesticke spight As when a Shippe that liues vpon the Downes Of Neptune â—ightie Monarch of those Plaines Is neere at point to perish if hee frownes Without a sterne and one that it sustaines For maine is perill els vpon those Maines So fares that state that hath nor Lordes nor Lawes Wherewith the Liege the State from ruine raines In stormes of troubles and Contentions flawes VVherein wise Councels calme effectes doe cause They are the VVatch-men that stand Sentinell T' examine all that may impeach the state They make the Common-wealth a Paralell To that of Rome when shee was fortunate And Caesar make of a meane Magistrate VVho Baracado vp with Lawes strong Barres All that lies ope for Vice to ruinate And stoppe the Passages of Civill VVarres VVith martiall law which Male-contents deterres Nor neede the Statesman gage Philosophie Deeper then well to know how well to liue In Peace and VVealth this worldes felicitie And Rules of Life to that effect to giue They diue too deepe if they doe deeper diue VVhat is the knowledge of the Transcendents To him that learnes men onlie how to thriue Though he nere red such wilde Artes Rudiments Hee 's fitter farre for civill governments The Mathematickes and the Metaphysickes Haue no necessitie in government But Ethickes Politickes and Oeconomicks These to good Governours are incident VVhere morrall vertue sitteth President To bee well red in all good Historie VVhich makes the sp'rite much more intelligent Doth stand with state and perfit policie And maketh dexterous Authoritie The boundes of knowledge are the highest spheares For all is knowne in their circumference And what soere this Nurse of Earthlings beares Is subiect to humane intelligence Then knowledge is vnknowne by consequence In which respect Men doe their wits apply To this or that Arte with all diligence Vnable to know al Philosophie Because it stands not with mortality In all things as it s sedd are three degrees To weet Greate Small and the Indifferent And that which doth participate of these Is in perfection held most excellent Which is the Councellor in government For hee twixt Prince and People beeing plac'd Best sees what is for both convenient And for his vertue is of both embrac'd For vertue from the midst is nere displac'd If any one supply that vertuous place And is not vertuous he a Monster is For in the midst can nothing sit that 's base Sith Vertue there as in her Heav'n of blisse Her selfe enthrones to all eternities Physitions labour aimes at nought but health Sailors good passage Captaines victories So Councellors should for the Common-wealth Which iustly to her limbes her dowry dealth He had neede be more then honest yea much more Then vertuous that is vertuous past compare Who wheÌ„ his King 's with-drawn may ope the dore And in a Closet diue into his eare To put into his Head how all things are This if ill Sp'rits perceiue and hee will bee Corrupted with pure gold or what soere Some Fiend will say all this wil I giue thee Shewing him VVorldes if thou wilt honor mee Then how behouefull t is for Kinge and state To make such Minnions if he must haue such That in their Soules corruption deadly hate And having much desire not overmuch But to finde such an one were more then much For to be neere and deere vnto a Kinge Fils hart with pride and pride doth empt the pouch TheÌ„ for supply sowre sweete a sweete-sowre thing Which may the Sov'raign wrest the subiect wring Call'd Lieges-loue abus'd the same must bring But where shall Princes then bestow their loue Sith loue they must and ought where it is due On any one that still his grace wil moue For Common-good and private doth ensue But for that good This Minion in a Mew Had neede be kept for if he flie abrode Divels-incarnate will him still pursue Till they haue made a Divell of a God Or if hee scape t is with temptations lode An Hart that 's truely humbled and is dead For loue of Heav'n to all the earth holds deere Yet serpents wisedome hath in his doues head And from all spots of pride is purged cleere And stil would fast to make the rest good-cheere This were a Minion for a God or King Worthy to weld the VVorld and who drawes neere In nature to this Man or divine Thing A Prince should vse with all deere cherishing For Vertue onely makes good Councellors Who in great wisedome hold the State vpright No Halles orehang'd with Armes of Ancestors Haue in their right creation any might But if they haue them too they are most right Yet Vertue found not Tully nobly borne But made him Noble by his wisedomes weight Vertue respects not fortune nor doth scorne To dwell with those whose fortunes are forlorne Kinges come from slaues and slaues froÌ„ Kings desceÌ„d Bloud 's but the water wat'ring Fleshes dust Which by its nature ever doth descend And makes fraile Flesh to fall to things vniust For t is but Blood in the vniust and iust And al alike it is in high and lowe Not halfe so ful of life as ful of lust Making vs rather abiect then to growe To high accoumpt for ought that from it flowes Yet some times evil men make Rulers good As good Musitions oft in life are badd These last make discords ioyne in pleasant moode The first the like in Common-weales have made So either may be vertuous in his Trade How ever vitious in their lives they are But Policy the Prince doth still disswade
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
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