the World on fire which amorous heate That now lies drowned in such vanity I know I should not do it and I know This knowledge much exaggerates my blame Why do I then my science herein show Where greatest skill doth merit greater shame And who doth loue this vaine of fancy vaine But vainest mea then ô how vaine am I That thus the powers of my wit doe strayne To please vaine Skums with skumme of vanity Hâ—re VVit it self though wit it selfe I had Wants skill to coyne excuse the faults so fowle Then Reason run right whether dost thou gad VVilt thou misleade the blind thy Queen my Soule To please base Earth wilt thou the Heauens displease That knowest so well the Earth yeeldes nought but dust Seekst thou for fame with my whole mannes disease That wotst all fame but vertues is vniust Or yet by Faith instructed knowst thou not For Faith in Truth knows more theÌ„ thou canst know That names of famous men away shall rot If from such gracelesse Grounds theyr fames do growe Art thou my guide and yet dost me direct To labyâ—inthes of loue where we are lost Dost thou most wise cause this most fond effect Or'â—rossest me sith thee I oft haue crost Ah Reason wilt thou now to Passion turne That wast the Prince predominating it Shal thy Slaue fraile Affection thee oreturne And mad to make me wilt thou straine thy wit VVilt thou instruct mee so to please the sence That none but sensuall men shall like my Lines And misinforme the best Intelligence That paies beliefe to thee and thine assignes O Reasoâ— weigh thy selfe in thine owne Scales Ponder thy power which is as good as strong Be thou thy selfe though thou art wrongd by Fools And right that wrong with Iustice not with wrong I see thou hearst me for thou teachest me To teach thee what we both should learne and doe Thou prompst me now wherein I erd through thee And bidst me those light Lines againe vndoe And tye them to the lasting Lord of loue VVith such a knot as nere shall be vndone Those Lynes will draw and hold and stay and mooue Sith they are by the hand of Vertue spunne Then Reason I acquite thee from disgrace Sith thus thou promptst me what I ought to write Lett Tyrant shame with bloud stil fil my face For so abusing thy right ruling might My frinds though fraile as I am pres me stil To presse these lines more fraile to publike view If I shoulde saie it is againste my will I should speake truly and yet most vntrue For my wills fixt my fast friends stil to please But yet still wauers thus to publish these Yet sith in wauering wise thus fixt it stands Fames wind Wits weather-cocke my will commands Wittes Pilgrimage I ORE those faire Alpes thy Brests that naked lie Towards the blushing heau'n of thy bright face When as I trauell with my wandring Eye The Snowes twixt Them and That do let her pace For passing through the Valley of thy Neck Mine Eie there sticks as drowned in those snowes Yet thy kind heate the same doth countercheck So to thy Chins faire Cliffâ— on Milk she flowes Where being come she breathes and looketh back Dazled to see those passed Beauties Deepes So there she rests as on the rock of Wrack With sense whereof twixt Feare and Hope she weepes And dares not higher looke sith thine Eyes Beames Draw clouds thereto and turne those clouds to Streames 2 VVEearie of Rest thus resting in the Clift Of this faire Cliffe thine Alablaster chinne She now begins hir selfe aloft to lift But ends hir course soone as shee doth beginne For hauing scal'd the neighb'ring hill thy Lipp There soundly sleepes she drunke with Cherry-wine From it being moist and slippie she doth slipp To thy faire Teeth which whitest white refine From whence awakt by thy words siluer sound She steales through the sweete Rose-banks of thy face Where shee is caught and at their pleasure bound Til thine Eye-beames the Bond breake through their grace To which cleare Sunnes thus drawne therein she spies Loues heau'n and still there drownd in blisse she lies 3 Yet by the accidentall rising-fall Of one Haires glitt'ring Sunne-beame on thine Eyes Mine Eye lookt ouer that Heau'ns Christall wall To see from whence that bright Beame should arise And as shee lookt beyond the milky Waie That leads to loues high Court she might discrie Ten thowzand Sunne-beames rang'd in faire array With Loue and Wonder to surprize the Eye To which being drawne by those pure Threddes of Gold Shee as the Flie is by the Spider wrapt Stirring to go the more They hir infold So there she restes with Loue and Wonder rapt Where being blinded with those radiant Raiâ—s I could not see the Rest the rest to praise 4 GRace of that Goodnesse which it selfe doth grace Vertues â—are beauty in thick Darknesse bright Life of those Lines that meate the loueliest Face And perfect Period of true Loues delight The Tearmes that bound thy'vnualuable price Are Words of Wonder wondring at thy Worth Arâ—htype of of Beauty Antitype of Vice LOVES Holy-Land that brings His Manna forth Whose Mouth breathes foorth such Vapor in suche Cloudes As straite dissolues to Nectar fluentlie Whose Brest the Treasure of hidd VVisdome shrouds Which makes Thee most resemble the most Hie Then high'st Loue bounding to the High'st of all In the rebound on Thee his Fâ—rme must fall 5 DRead Maiestie that shin'st through Beauties Skies Regard me cold Glasse burning with thy Beames Which lighting on the Christall of mine Eyes Do burne my Hart through Them with Heates extreames To whose amazing Light when I draw neere I freeze with Feare and flame in Loues desire Then lett thy Fauours glaunces thawe this Feare And quench with deerest Dropps of Grace this fire Yet in these sacred Flames I le sacrifize The harte of my poore Harte to grace thy pow'r So thou with Loue wilt grace that exercize And giue me hart when flames my Hart deuoure I gaue thee mine ô then giue thine to me That Mine and Thine bee One twixt Mee and Thee 6 EV'n as the Persians aunciently were v'sd With reu'rence to salute the rising Sunne And as his Beames were more in 't them infus'd The more Deuotion did their Soules orerunne So when Thou risest in Loues Hemispheare Desire saluts Thee with a mild aspect But to His Zenuh when Thou drawest neere Thou Him enragest with Beames more direct I do desire Thou should'st looke right on me Although those Lookes doo but enrage Desire Yet if that rage may rest it selfe in Thee Let all thy Beames sett all myne All on sire Where if I burne to Sinders yet I shall Burne in thy loue more deere then all that Att. 7 VVIthin thine eyes the Mirrors of my minde Mine eies behold themselues wherein they see As through a Glasse what in my Soule I find And so my Soules right shape I see in thee This makes me loue thee for
and with It the Pagan play By off'ring vp thy selfe to It and dy In Flames but of Selfe-loue condempn'd eache waie Then better thou hadst nere bin borne sith birth Thy diuiue Beauty so condempnes to Earth 28 IF as the Pithagoreans do beleeue The Sea be nought but one of Saturnes Teares Its not vnlike sith still I weeping grieue That myne Eyes Seas should shed in many years This is the seaunth Sunne hath seen my loue As firm as flaming towards thy Beauties Heaun Yet ouerthwartly that Heauns Sunnes do moue Through euil Signes that to no grace are giun Nere did they shine on me but to exhale A Sea of Teares from my stil-springing Eyes Or els to parche my Bloud and make me pale So fall my Teares that still do falling rise And if those Sunnes thou Cloude still with disdainâ— Myne eyes shall end the World with endlesse Raine 29 SOme say the Weezel-masculine doth gender With the Shee-Weezel only at the Eare And she her Burden at hir Mouth doth render The like sweet Loue doth in our loue appeare For I as Masculine beget in Thee Loue at the Eare which thou bearst at the Mouth And though It came from Hart and Reynes of me From the Teeth outward It in thee hath growth My Mouth thine Eares doth euer chastly vse With putting in hot Seed of actiue Loue Which streight thine Ear conueyeth like a Sluce Into thy Mouth and there but Aire doth proue Yet Aire is actiue but not like the fire Then ô how should the Sonne be like the Sire 30 IF Fire hath oft Barbarian Honors done it By reason it resembles so the Sunne Yet scarse is seene when his Raies ouer-runne it What would Barbarians to thine Haire haue donne Which ô faire Sweete oreshines Fire Sunne and all Whose rare resplendance no Eyes can behold That are not like it most Angellicall And being so will them in wonder hold Then sith that Nature Crown'd Thee with such Light As makes all Eyes adoreing wonder at Bee not ô bee not then in loue so light As makes thee darke by being This to That My speach is darke yet what by light I meane Is more vnconstant then it is vncleane 31 IT is as true as strange els Triall faines That whosoeuer in the Moone-shine sleepes Are hardly wak't the Moone so rules the Braines For Shee is Soueraigne of the Braines aud Deepes So thou faire Cynthia with thy borrowed Beames Borrow'd of Glories Sunne great Lord of Light Makst me still sleepe in Loue Whose golden Dreames Giue Loue right Currant sith well-Coyn'd Delight I cannot wake while thou on me dost shine Thy shyning so makes mee so sweetly Dreame For still me thinks I kisse those lippes of thine And nothing els for I will not blaspheame But thought is free and Dreames are Dreames and so I dreame and dreame and dreame but let That go 32 LVst is a Tyrant Loue a Seruant Is This is the Sentence of Proofes euidence For I nere see you Sweete but feele by This Both Cold and Hâ—ate through Loue and reuerence VVhat Eye can look through cleere Loues Spectacle On Vertues Maiestie that shines in Beauty But as to Natures diuin'st Miracle Performes not to It all subiectiue dutie BEAVTIES Diuinitie none dare prophane That are of Humane or of Brutish Kinde But when It s full where Vertue 's in the wane VVhere a faire Body hids a filthie Minde But were thy Mind and Bodies beauty one T were Natures Maiesties diuinest Throne 33 YNough fell Faire for thou hast donne the Deede That thou hast longe bin doing which doth make Thy mercy lesse for that to kill with speede Shewes more remorce then they that leasure take How and how longe hast thou bin mart'ring mee To make my Deathe beyond my death to stand Who haue bin so Anatomiz'd by Thee That eu'ry Nerue hath felt thy Rigors hand Out of my Hart and Braines that Hand hath squiz'd The Spirits that either Life or Sence maintaine For I am all as dead as vnaduiz'd Only for Thee I Life in show retaine And if thou wilt haue That sith That 's for Thee Then take Thou All and leaue the rest for mee 34 OMemorie the Relicke of my Sence Whie yet remainst to make me yet remaine A Relike of my Fancies sowle offence That lov'd for hate and woo'd but for disdaine Carowse of Loethe make thie Cuppe my Scull Vntill thou bee dead-drunke then like the Blest I shall bee full of rest as thou art full Of that forgetfulnes which myndes but rest And thou relentlesse Diamond too deere Too deere for mee that offer'd mee for thee Shal to the World in woorth the lesse appeare Sith thou proust nothing woorth to wronged mee Then sith thou art nought woorth but in th' Exchange I will not mee for thee now interchange 35 NOw plaies my Mind vpon hir Instrument Thought-wasted Body Organ of my Minde No Parts but such as wholy discontent My Parts are so vntun'd by Thee Vnkinde My Longues the Bâ—llowes draw in nought but Aire That 〈◊〉 my Wind-pipes but with harshe Complaints Tending to Diapassons of Dâ—spaire Which often die for that Winde often faints My Hart and Braines the Stoppes that cause the Moode Do often stopp sith oft such Moodes they cause As by the Pangs of Death are oft with-stood Through which the Organs Voice doth sinking pause But if thou SWEET wilt haue It sweetly rise Then breathe sweet Aire into It as It dies 36 IN the' Abstract Nature is immutable But in the Subiect it doth varie still My Loue each way is to It sutable In th' Abstract firme the Subiect varie will Whie wilt thou varie Subiect of my Loue More sweete then Sweetnesse whie wilt alter Sweete Is it because thou wilt a Tyrant proue Or scornst Subiection or thy Match to meete If so it bee ô fayrest Faire then know I am thy Subiect though thou subiect bee To my high Loue that makes me subiect so Then thy Subiection giues thee Sou'raigntie Sith so it is then firme to me remaine Whose Loue doth make thee Subiect so to Raign 37 IF two Sunnes should at once adorne the Skies All in Combustion would bee soone beneath Then t is no wonder though thy Sunne-bright Eyes O most faire Faire make all to burne that breath For in thy Faces midd-heau'n so they shine As comforts Nature in her workes of grace Yet makes It flame with furie oft Diuine While it as Heanu'ly doth adorne thy Face Then sith I am great Mother Natures Sonne Let thine Eyes comfort mee with grace to moue As if I were all flaming in the Sunne Vnto the endlesse Orbe of thy bright loue Wherein if quite thou melt me I shal be That which I wishe that is A parle of Thee 38 AS great paines are not durable at most So long Griefes are supportable at least For nought is violent but ends in post And that which dureth Nature may digest This is most true els lies Philosophy And I would say she
but mend And by your temp'rance when they betterd bee If you 'l transplant Them Them reâ—plant in mee 70 NO I deny it and my negatiue Sal be made good with two affirmatiues Yea I affirme it which Affirmatiue Shal be auouched with two Negatiues I do deny I faine yea yea I do As you accuse me and withal affirme I loue you for your selfe for whom I woo And cannot loue no loue that is too Firme I cannot loue no loue nor loue that loue That 's like Priuation drawing neer to nought That loue is nothing and can Nothing moue But such a som-thing as should not be sought What That is guesse if it be not your hate It is that I would flie as evil fate 71 VVHat boots Complaint if it be made alone To him whose help without himself doth lye But to cause Mone effect more cause of moane Or make Dispaire wan hopes best remedy Sith now ó Tirant Griefe thou long hast had The sack of my subdued hartie Cheere Rest rest awhile let no new fires be made Vnâ—o thy Spoiles that are consumed neere O Reason what cleer Eyes hast thou to see Our Euils how blind in shunning them My Reason sees my Griefs extremity Yet sees not how to make it lesse extreame For since I loue you Sweet I can but grieue To see you raze the hopes which me relieue 72 DEer Sweet who in a bright face Definite Being a Spark inflaming Worlds of loue Containes an Heau'n of Beauty infinite To which my Thoughts on Wings of Hope do moue Sith that the Sunne Heau'ns most maiestick Eye Disdaines not to behold the basest Worme To glad his Soule and grace his vility Let your Heau'ns Sunnes the like on me perform Grace is a Spark of that immortall Flame Which being from Heau'n descâ—nded knew not where In Earth to enter in a moâ—tall Frame But in your Corpse wherethrougâ— It shineth cleere Then sith Grace gloriâ—ies you Forme and Face Grace me with looks that gloriâ—ie your grace 73 THy Beauties blush like fairest Morne in Maie Faireâ—Honied Sweet doth so intrance mine Eies That while thou dost those Roses rich display They see Heau'ns hue through thy skins Christal skies And did my fault nor thine enforce the same I stil could wish to see that Heau'nly Blush Yea I would see that glory to my shame So that my faces shame would cause that flush Then blame me not if when thy Cheeks I see Died in a Tincture that is so diuine My Cheeks in â—elfsame Colour Dyed be To make thine spread their Dy by dying mine Then blush thou not for blushing in this wise Sith that Hue from and for thy grace doth rise 74 SOme blaze the pretious beauties of their Loues By precious Stones and other some by flowrs Some by 〈◊〉 and Celestiall Powres Or by whâ—â—els their Fancy best approoues Yet â— by none of these will blazon mine But onely saie hir selfe hir selfe is like For those Similitudes I much mislike That are much vsed though they be diuine In saying she is like hir selfe I say Shee hath no like for shee is past compare Then who aright commends this creature rare Must say Shee is and there of force must staie Because by words Shee cannot be exprest So say shee is and wondring owe the rest 75 VVEe read that Gelon and Pisistratus Vsurpt tyrannicall dominion By meanes as violent as vicious Yet rul'd with loue and admiration But loue that rules the Kingdome of my minde Comming in Peace aright to that Command Doth rage therin and either burne or binde The Powres therof that none escapes his Hand Then would he Gelon were for gouernment Though he had got the same with sword and fire Then should I be Loues Kingdome of Content That am the flaming Forge of his Desire But rule more mildly Loue lest my Minds Powres Conspire to quench that Flame with thy blouds Showres 76 BOdie 's bee neither Light nor Heauy â—ound So longe as they are in their proper place But being out they shift to It apace Bee it aboue or els beneath the Ground Then Loue it seemes is not in his right Spheare That in my Hart doth rest in such vnrest Who shifteth still to you he loueth best Then must he rest in you or els no where Receaue my Loue Deere Loue then to that rest Sith Diuine Nature made you for the same Prove not disloyall to that roiall Dame But let vs eache of other be possest And if your vertue simple were before Thus beeing purely mixt it wil be more 77 THe Polipp Fishe sitts all the Winter longe Stock-still through Slouthe and on him selfe doth feed So through the cold of feare I do in deede Whereby the Libertie of Loue I wronge But they do perishe pittilesse that weare Through slouthe away that might bee fatt and Faire By honest Labour hie Promotios Staire So do I perishe pittilesse through Feare Yet can I not but feare your scorne dread Dame If I should labour to disclose my Loue Sith your high fortunes myne are farre aboue This maks me through my slouthe to worke my blame But lest I should my selfe so quite consume To say I loue you let my loue presume 78 SO shootes a Starre as doth my Mistries glide At Midd-night through my Chamber which she makes Bright as the Sky when Moone and Starres are spide Wherewith my sleeping Eyes amazed wake Which ope no sooner then hir selfe shee shutts Out of my sight awaie so fast shee flies Which me in mind of my slack seruice putts For which all night I wake to plague mine Eyes Shoote Starre once more and if I bee thy Marke Thou shalt hit mee for thee I le meet withall Let myne Eyes once more see thee in the darke Els they with ceasslesse waking out will fall And if againe such time and place I lose To close with thee lett mine Eyes neuer close 79 DEâ—re if thou wilt that I shall call thee Deere Who are most deere how ever thou-art cald Endeere mee to thy Loue past price and peere By louing mee that to thy loue am thrall'd Yet feare I Freedome as I feare thy hate For nought but thie fixt hate can make me â—ree And though relict I le be no Reprobate To gentle Loue nor yet to cruell Thee I le bee thy Vassall though free-borne I am Sâ—th they are highe-borne whome thy loue sustaines Then let me liue to beare thy Vassalls name Yet liue to make thee labour for my paines That by that paines and laboure thou and I may gett our Like to liue in when wee dy 80 THe Romaines in their Temples plac'd of olde Neere to the Graces well-Tongu'd Mercury To note that Speeche in vtt'ring will catch cold That lights not on a gracious Eare and Eye So though my Tongue were most Angelicall And could make Eares to heare of Stone or Wood Yet if your Eares turne Hony into Gall As good no Speech as speaking for no good Bee not deere Sweete ô bee not
now in loue you creepe Well Wanton well I see your Harebraind Course Though with the Catt I wincke at what I see You now turne Taile to mee no force no force You shew your beastly manners as they bee Double no more no more I le hunt for you Vnlesse I open sith you now I winde I le freely spend your fame still to pursue Sith it is blinde before and lame behinde Yet though some wide mouthes call a Iade a Iade I le speake more spuce yet call a Spade a Spade 92 LOoke from the Turret of thy high disdaine Wherein I see thee though thou seeth me not On mee fell Faire flat lyeng on the Plaine Of Lowlinesse like the least little Mote Yet if thy heaunly faces Sunnes do shine In grace on my great Smallnesse I poore I Shall shining mount as if I were Diuine Like Motes in Sunne who shyning mount thereby But if thou Cloude thy faces Heau'n with ought That may those Sunne-beames lett to shine on mee I le steepe my selfe in Teares till I be nought That I thus brought to nought by cruell Thee May charge thee with my fall when I shall rise To meet thee to haue iustice in the Skyes 93 O proudlyâ—chast and Louely-coy deere Sweete Why takst thou pleasure to impeach thy fame With name of Cruell for thy Sex vnmeete To keepe good name wilt thou lose thy good name It s mercy to thy selfe to be most fell To those I graunt that seeke thine Honors foile But vnto him that makes thy praise excell It is no prayse to tryumph in his spoile The pure respect thou bear'st thy Chastity First made me loue thee with all pure respect Then sith pure loue is perfect Piety And chast Desire is sacred in effect Requiâ—e my pure Loue and my chast desire With like to like till wee become intire 94 FInding my selfe before I would be found Neer lost in Laborinths of haplesse loue I got me to a melancholy groue To desâ—ant on Loues-griefs to heauy Ground Where whilft I coucht me to performe the same The Flies and Gnats without still vexed me And Grief within as busy as a Bee Vnto my treble grief made double game So while I sought to descant on my Harmes My Harms did descant on That which I sought For while I thought on 't I was vext in thought And in my Flesh afflicted with thefe Swarms Then thought I Louers were like idle Drones Whom Stingers follow to augment their mones 95 GOds me what will you soft what do I dreame Do I heare reall words or think I do Or can it be that beauty so extreame Should be so fowly false and brag on t to Sure I had rather lay my Sences lye Then think you can be so vnlike to you Sith in the sam's no possibility How are you seem to you and me vntrue Say what you wll I will not wrong you so To think much lesse to say that you fair Sweet VVill plight me faith then me and It for goe And vaunt ô past beleef how you did 〈◊〉 But this I sweare if yon rest so vnsound That such crackt Ware is better lost then found 96 HE that would faine reduce an high-borne Wise Vnto the Compasse of his meane estate Must not at first stick for a little Strife To make his peace to haue the longer Date For as some Curtall ouer-lusty Mares Then Water them wherein they seeing it Let fall their Crest sith their Tail so ill fares That Fooles and Asses ride them without Bit So from the Colon to the Period Of this Similitude what should ensue Is eas'ly gest But ah I am forbod By high-borne Wiues low matchd to tell it you But by their leaues this must I needs affirme A Ring too wide wel bow'd doth sit more firme 97 FOole that I am to seem so passionate In that which Wiues and Woes and Years haue cal'md Why now should Venus know my Bodies State Or with her Balsamum my Wounds be Balm'd No more no more it is ynough that I Haue won Repentance with the losse of Tyme In running o're these Rules of Vanity And not repeate them erst in Rules of Rime Now many Winters haue Frost-bit my Haires Congeal'd my Bloud and cool'd my vitall Hear I Youthful-follies should ore'flow with Teares And make a Rod of Rue my selfe to beate But trust me Loue how ere I write of Thee I am in hate with thee and thou with me 98 IF I dare call Loue Rogue and Runnagate It s like I am resolu'd to loath his loue But so I cal Him and the cause of Hate VVhich to my grief in mine owne Soule I proue I hate as hel His meer rememberance Much more the Fauours he hath done to me And hold his loathsom loue the fowl'st mischance That can befall Men that most haplesse be It is the Scurge of God to plague Mankind The Conflagration of a World of Lust The Match whereat Hel-fire it self doth tynd The Heate that soonest turnes our Bloud to dust And so I might not seem of bloudy Mind VVould's Braines were beaten out as he is blind 99 THe Tyrant loue that martyrs stil the Mind VVe make a God to which our Pens Tonguâ— Do sacriâ—ice their Labours il assign'd And so ore-right the Author of our VVrongs Then this Affections â—loud we ought to turne Into the Channel of Celestial Loue Sith Angâ—ls swim stil in that blessed Boorn Leaâ—der-like to Grace by whom they moue VVhere Light of truth the Land-mark nere goes out And stil the Current runs as calm as cleare VVhere no misfortunes Flawes Feare needs to doubt Sith holy Loues smooth Floud excludeth Feare This Loâ—e alone did our Muse rightly sing Should be the Plaine-song of hir descanting 100 VVHy sing I then in this too louing Straine When Loue and I do so vnkindly iar This Vaine in me may seem as light as vaine Who stil turnes Coward in Loues hottest War Besides my state of Fortune Body Mind Are all aduerse to light Loues amity How is it then I am to loue so kind As to seem subiect to his Empery The Canse is weak though strong in strange Effects VVhich Men how staid so ere by Wind doth moue Some cal it Fame that nought but Aire respects And sooth to say for It I sing of Loue And though they write best that write what they feel Yet edgd by Fame I fetch Fire out of Steele 101 THus far may Speculation help a Wit Vnapt for loue to write of Loues estate Thus far can Art extend hir Benefit Past Natures Bounds in shew of Loue or Hate These Loue-tricks are not myne though mine they be As they are thus drawne out in louing Lines These Passions are too weak to passion me Although my strength from ought to nought declines But whist my Muse Hypocrisie is sin Make me not seem more holy then I am My Marrow-bones lie Flesh and 〈◊〉 within All which by nature â—urnes in Beauties Flame But say I am sith
to the vtmost streind Aboue Delight short of Saciety And are so strong that Enâ—y is constraynd To sâ—y 〈◊〉 hould beyond hir pow'r to trie 〈◊〉 when the Sunne doth in our Zenith light He makes no Shade his Beames descend so right An amorous Colloqui twixt Dorus and Pamela IN a Garden rich of Flowres Walld with Baies and Hawthorn Towres In a Towre the rest forsaking Wo kept Philomela waking Here heard Dorus and his Saint This Birds musicall Complaint VVhile they harkned to her singing Their hands were each other wringing When their Eares were cloid to heare Notes that neuer cloie the Eare Sith Hands Harts did so discouer Dorus thus did Woo his Louer Sweet you see and feeling soe How our Hands and Harts agree And sith Hands and Hartâ— conspier Let vs likewise in Desier Time and Place vs both do woo To do that we needs must do If we will be linkt for euer VVith the Knot that none can seuer Time once past returneth not Place once lost is hardly got Then sith both attend our Pleasure Let vs waite vpon their leisure Think not Lust corrupts my loue Though effects of both I proue Sith that Lust aloue seems acting Where Loue only is Compacting This Coniunction I desire Not to quench vnhallowed sire But sith I would onely owe thee I in loue alone would â—now thee Of himselfe Loue iealous is Lest he should in duty misse Sith it is his bounden duty To do seruice still to Beauty Bound nay treble bound I am By thy Beauty Grace and Fame That no Right should be neglected Due to one so much affected Sith Loue can no better doo Then to make still One of Two That Loue Loue is best acquiting That comes neerest to vniting My Soule from my Lips would flie And of Thine to Thine would hie That their Powres they might be mixing In desire of faster fixing Sith our Soules through Loues desire Labour thus to be intite Oâ—then let our Bodies being Make one Eâ—lence through agreeing So to be is to be One Which is by Conâ—unction One in Spirit and Flesh and either Made by Coupliâ—g fast together This I long for but not long That this should thy Vertue wrong Sith its vertue in affection That desires to make Connexion When desire hath had his will Thou shalt be what thou art still Myne owne life whose fame I tender More then what my life can render My Loue 's Loue whose Obiect is Vertues beauty Beauties blisse Nere made poore for Fleshes pleasure Sith her Meanes are without measure Loue it selfe it selfe doth hate Till it be incorporate With his deere beloued Obiect Raigning in It to It subiect O then Deere more deere to me Then my lifes felicity Yeeld òyeeld without gainesaying Sith that Danger 's in delaying This he said and saying straue To enioy what he would haue Warrd with Fire and Sword of Louers While hir Forces he discouers Forces put in Beauties hand Which rare Vertues did command Wherewith She him so restrayned As the fight grew more vnfained Loth she was to put him back But more lothd hir Houorr wrack Thus while Resolution houerd Resolution He discouerd Spare ò spare my deerest Deere Quoth she to him Victor neere Let me die ere liue deposed Of my Trust in Thee reposed Thee my Loue doth so obay That it hates to say thee nay Did not Vertue bid myne Honor Charge my loue to waite vpon hir T is no seruple loue doth make That thou shouldst such Tribute take Sith thou art my loues true owner But I feare the foilc of Honor. Sweet deere Sweete let be let be VVrong not Right thou hast in mee O! forbeare vncâ—â—ill action Which procureth ciuil faction If the best bloud of my Harte VVould but â—ase thy easiest smart I protest â— would effâ—se it That thou mightst at pleasure vse it Can my Dorus feele annoy And Pamela ease enioy No the smarte of thy least â—inger Galls my Soule lik Conscienâ—e Stinger Arte thou Rackt thy Rack constraines The convulsion of my vaines Wherein flovves the Sanguine Humor That frâ— thee should vvash fovvle Rumor Loue me Sweet but loue me so That me faultlesse thou maist kno So to know me is to know mee Worth the loue which thou dost ow me My Hart shrines thy louiug Hart Still in me thou bideing aâ—t Do not thâ—n polute thy Temple With the â—â—lth of â—owle Example Thou shalt haue me how thou wilt When such Hauing Hath no guilt Bvt if now I should yeeld to thee I should feare I should vndâ— mee Sith I should seem most oâ—scene In thy Soules Eye pure aâ—d cleane If not I should ban my Folly To loue such a soule vnholy Do what ere thou wilt with me So thou make me meet for Thee Thou art good none can mistake Thee Being Noble good then make me I le be Thine while good I am Neuer Thine with euill name Let me glory but in glory Brightâ—ing our Affections Story Yet deere Sweet these Lips of mine Shall still Labour more then thine VVith sweet VVords and sweeter Kisses To misse no ioy but Amisses I will melt with feruor free And infuse my selfe in thee That thou shalt possesse me wholy So thou wilt poss esse me holy I perhaps do wish that done VVhich in Loue we haue begun Blamelesse so to blesse thy Fortune VVith what now thou dost importunc But till then as Reason would Hold thou all that I do hold Thou shalt haue all said shee weeping But what is in Honors keeping O then Sweet perswaded be Witnesse be my Teares with me How lioath I am to displease thee If with honor I could please Thee Hereupon in Dorus Eyes Tâ—aâ—â—s of ioy and gâ—iefe did rise And 〈◊〉 words were islue seeking â—ands hard wrong exprâ—st their speking Yâ—t at last when Passion had 〈◊〉 in being VVoe and glad 〈◊〉 Dorus his Tongue tried To vnsold what it denied While quoth he Pamela deere I thy charming Reasons heare I am so inchanted by them As I want will to deny them But let me ô let me take The deere offer thou didst make VVhich was harmlesse kindest kissing Sith it is my greatest blissing Herewith he her Body clips Sucking Sucket from her Lips Twixt whose sucking all his Speaches Were as sweet as full of breaches Though quoth he and then he kist Sweet I should and then he mist Of what he was then in speaking Kisses still his Speaches breaking Though I say said he yet then Lips fore Tongue and VVit did ren My Lips nere should ceasse to kisse thee My Lips nereshold too much blisse thee Should I life and breath consnme In thy blisfull Breaths perfume I could nâ—uer too much loue Thee Sith as good as kind I proue thee For as in a Glasse I see What I ought to be in thee Sith thou dost my faults Discouer Making me â— perfect Louer I will loue thee â—s I should That is so as Reason would Reason would such diuine Graces Should be loud
Reason vvould Many that haue nought els but daring Harts And leafe their Liues for Nothing to Dispaire On this Worlds Stage do oft play Princes parts To which they climb by Bloud a slppry Staire And desprate Resolution so is held Vp by the Chin while it doth bath in bloud By Greatnesse of smal worth that it doth weld The world at wil and sâ—ld if ere withstood Yea oft it makes Authority to shake Sith they owe others liues that loath their owne And so it doth his owne Conditions make As if it could at wil put vp and downe This Ladies loue for this doth Ladies win Faint Hart they say I le ow the rest for shame This is a VVorld-commanding gracefull sin In the Conceit of each conceited Dame He that dares ioule togeâ—her highest Heades Though he may faile in that too high attempt The High his haughty Resolution dreads VVhile he as Crauens holds them in Contempt â—o thus may Reason reason gainst a Wrong That Passion doth approue and vse as right I vs'd the more my vice this vertue long If it be Veâ—tue vitiously to fight VVhat now vaunts VVit and vailes the same with skil Would it be knowne it was to Courage Knit Do I condemn yet glory in mine ill So crack of Courage with and without Wit Here lie I open to Wits priuy Nips Or open Thumps lay on Wit spare me not And I le oreturne as thou shalt offer Trips Sith through my weaknesse thou the best hast got Yet stay thy Wisedome wit and hold thy hand Vse thou the Conquest like a Conqueror That is foile thou the ill which thee withstand But let the faultlesse neuer feel thy powr For t is not simply ill a truth to tell Though it perhaps be told for scarce good end And doubtful words with Letters Loue doth spel That alwaies only doth the best intend But sith al those that know me knew me such As once I was my Line sare of lesse force Vnlesse my hate of what I was I touch To dravv Sword-dravvers to a quiet Course For stealst thou Theefe and yet exhorst to Truth Or Kilst thou Butcher yet dehortst from Bloud Shal he perswade vs who reuenge pursuth That mercy is the best reuenging mood I am turnd Crauen and am held-therein By Loue which holds for true diuinity That Faiths Deuotion is but deadly sin If it be not deuout in Charity Then he that makes his life a lasting Brall And seems to feed on nought but Wounâ—s and Gore May pray for grace to change his life withall But other praiers make his sins the more And they that loue their sins to mulâ—iply Stil let â—hem pray in Hate and thirst of Bloud So shal they liue while they make others die To dy the death of Dogs in damned moode Now if this Charme of Words want violence To make these brauing Spirits lesse bloudy-bold And bring them into Loues Circumference Sufficeth me I Coniur'd as I could But if thereby they wax more turbulent I can but rue but they shall more repent Blessed is the Man that doth meditate honest things by Wisedome Ecclus. 14. 21. DId Wisedome write or speake the world to please Shee were not wisedom in a pleasing Sence Then who doth please with any one of these Doth please vnwÃsely but the World or Sence Then áre they worldly wise or sensual That doe soe write òr speake but none of those Can be in them whose words can sweeten Gall Which Sweets do rest where sweetest Soules repose And they repose but in the Sweet of Sweets God only wise or Bodies of the Blest In whom true Wisedome Grace and Nature meets Whose gracefull VVords are naturally exprest If VVords inchaunt the Sense and not the Soule That Charme of VVords coniures no holy Spright For Such such VVords not Such such VVords controules Soule-pleasing VVords must then bee rare and right Yet though a Sonnet bee as right as rare For Number Measure VVaight or Nouclâ—â—â— Yet if it sounds so but to Senses Eare The Soule as harshe doth hold that Hermonie Then all our Straines that relishe double Loue Sweet double-Relishe worthie treble praise To Soule and Bodie Soule and Body moue VVith ioy to listen as to Angells Lâ—ies These bee the Aires that gett the Aire of Fame Of Fame whose Aire diuinely is refinde That feeds with purest praise immâ—rt all Name Fitting the nature of each mightie Minde And they are only mightie that disdaine All that that disagrees with Mightinesse As is light Loue fraile Fancies Shadowes vaine VVeake VVitt base Blisse VVorlds weale or VVretchednes Then as to Nature curst but kind to Grace I herehaue made a Rodd my selfe to beate VVhose highest reach in Straines of Loue is base Sith Lightnesse incasures them with heauie Feete Yet if this Lightnesse heauy make the Light In Summing vp my Numbers totall Summe I hope the weight thereof will bee of weight Their Lightnesse if it rise to ouercome For they are too Light that in Those but waigh VVhat Lusters not what Louers ought to say Sic transit gloria Mundi LIfe stay or if thou wilt not let my Soule Moue with thee to the Rest Thou mouest to The Twyne by which thou hangst Time vp doth rowle On Heau'ns round reeling Spheares which thee vndâ—os Thenô my Soule let Truth thy Vertues woo To ioyne their Force t' inforce th' infirmitie Of this Lifes excesse in Deficiency For truth to say wee Bee and Bee not bothe Wee Bee in show but Bee not as wee ought If then wee Bee not but in show in sooth Wee Are as if wee Were not Ought and Nought Dying as soone as wee to Life are brought Twixt Generation and Corruption The Meane inclines but to destruction And if we straine the Circle of our Thoughâ— To comprehend some Essence of the same It is as if to catch a Shade we sought Or clos'd our Fist to hold the blast of Fame Yet that is Aire but Man is but in Nameâ— Then looke how much a Name hath beeing found So much hath Man which is a Sound vnsound Vnsound it is for were it sound it were That which fraile Man is nothing lesse then like For Sounds haue Beeing yea they plaine appeare And on the Organs of our Hearing strike Of which those Organs are with vs to seeke For while the Sound resoundeâ—h wee are gonne So are wee SouÌ„ds that haue not Time nor Toneâ— Then Reason seeking for a reall Thing Of Humane-nature fowly is deceau'd Because the same hath no continuing But runnes hir Race ere really perceau'd Whose Life of Life is instantlie bereau'dâ— A Dreame a Shade ô no it s not so much A shadow of a Dreame at most is such That 's the Similitude the Lord of Life Doth vse to show our Liues vnbeeing Beeing What! in the World where all things are so â—ife Is nought but Nothing to the same agreeing Which not appeares nor scarse suppos'd by Seeing And beeing scarse supposed then it is To Nothing next or
our like we loue Which makes me loue in thine Eies still to prie Because I see in Thine how mine do mooue And mine do mooue as thine doe louingly Then looke in mine and thou shalt see thine Eyes Attest for thee what mine for me protest Then let thie tongue no longer subtilize But saie thou lou'st me as I loue thee best For if we see the Hart-Roote in the eyne Thy eies are false or It is truly mine 8 SOme say they wonder how so well I write Although my lines to no greate wonders stretch Sith Art my skill of Theft cannot indite Yet I endite with skill aboue my reache Loue learnes me Art which Art inspires my Muse For Grammer Logicke Retorick and the rest Musicke especially Loues arte doth vse For loue vntun'd in Tune is best exprest Loue most diuine makes men do miracles And most humane loue Woonders doth produce But Beauties loue in vertues Spectacles Makes men do woonders most miraculous Then they a woonder do not vnderstand That woonder sith an Angell guides my hand 9 VVHen first I learnd the A B C of loue I was vnapt to learne and sith a Crosse Crost my way to them I was loth to prooue That learning that might tend but to my losse The Vowels Looks that speld mute Consonants I hardly could distinguish what they were And sith the rest to them were Disonantes To make them ioyne with Vowels cost me deere The Mutes and Consonants being Deedes and Words Were harsh without sweet vowels sweetest Looks My youth was spent for age such skill affoords Ere them I knew with and without my bookes But Teares the Liquides still being in my Eyes I saw through them at last Loues misteries 10 THe Partes of all Loues speeche are eighty eight A fatall number but more fatall speeche And long it is ere we men learne the sleight But Women straite do learne and we men teache If eight to eighty eight be multiplide Loues language doth more Veâ—bes then Nownes embrace Then full of Aduerbes is the same beside Of Swearing Flattring Choosing Time and Place Why eighty eight Parts iust no more nor lesse This speeche is figuratiue A few for more For all the parts Speeche neuer can expresse Sith euer they increase in strength and Store Then if Time raise his armes aboue his bounds Loues speech will Towre til Error it confounds 11 FOâ—bidden Hopes ô why were yee forbid Since yee direct your aime at Blisse of Blisses Which is most euident yet most is hid Apparant on hir lips hid in hir kisses Can labour of the lips deserue such meede Or bodies trauell earne such recompence That with but scarce a view each sence doth seede And with a touch reuiues the buried sence Is Sence made capable of such high grace And yet forbid to hope the same to haue Is Heauen most conspicuous in her Face Yet must not Sense there hope it selfe to saue Ah what is this but sense to Sense to gliue To make it feele in death what t is to liue 12 FOrbidden hopes the comforts of my Care Yet Care that kils all comforts cheering me I am no more my selfe the whiles you are And yet much more then so the whiles you be If ye stay with me from my selfe I runne If you part from me past my selfe I fly Stay or part from me death I cannot shun VVith or without your helpe I needs must dy I needs must dy for life-inspiring you And dy if dy you do by whom I liue I do decay when I do yee renew I grieue with you but more without you grieue O then what choise remaines to wretched me But to be nought or not at all to Be. 13 FOrbidden-Hopes the Heauens of my Hell O ceasse your Heau'nly-Hellish Regiment My Hart the Hellish Heau'n wherein you dwell You rule at once with ioy and Dryryment Sith Contradictions ye do then maintaine And that they Reas'n resist that suche defend Then ô part not my single Hart in twayne To make it double for this double end The ioyes you yeeld are forg'd but by Conciete The griefes you giue haue euer reall byn Your pleasures are accomplisht by Deâ—â—ile Which with their ending endlesse Woes begin Sith endlesse Woes your ending pleasures giue Dy dy damn'd Hopes and let me die to liue 14 FOrbidden-Hopes why flutter yee in Aire Aboue the Compasse of your Spheare assign'd More Fitt how ere vnfitt were deepe dispaire Then Hopes forbidden to the mounting Minde Forbidden-Hopes why gaze yee on the Sunne Like Bastard Egletts that quite blinds your Eyes For Iustice Sonne such Hopes hath oft orerune And molt those Hopes forbidden in their rise Forbidden-Hopes whie do yee impe your Winges With Feathers culled from the Birdes of Loue Sith Doues are harmelesse withont Gall or Stings But both at once you make your Subiect proue Then ofrom whence haue such strange Hopes their being That see by blindnesse and are blinde by seeing 15 IF those translucent Lamps thine heau'nly eyes Shall stretche their beames of comfort to my passion I still will gaze on thy Cheekes Beauties Skyes With eyes of Wonder Loue and Adoration For if the Gods their Heau'ns haue made in Starrs Thine Eyes bright Starres containe right Deities VVho are the Presidents of Peace or warrs And either cause as either fall or rise Then may I with no Godlesse Nations take Those Starrs for Deities and them adore They hauing pow'r or Peace or Warre to make To make my peace sith warr hath made me poore For loues hott wars Lifes Store haue wasted quite Then grace the Foile thus soild to grace thy might 16 VVHen well I weigh thy Fassions and thy Forme Both being of Celestiall temp'rature Which no Change can endammage or deforme My loue becomes like Them as firme as pure Thy Soule vpon so sweet an Organ plaies As makes the Parts she plaies as sound as sweete Which sounds the heau'nly Setters and thy praise The Close wherof with groundlesse blisse doth meet This makes desire in me vnlike Desire Like Christall cold and cleare through heat and colde This makes me flame like Sol with heau'nly fire Which fructifies mine Earth as vertue would Then what I am at best I am of Thee Vertues best Instrument to fashion mee 17 THy nere too much priz'd Person deerest Deer The past most pretious sacred Temple is Wherein pure Chastity and Beauty cleere Espoused are to Loue and Louers blisse Thy mildnesse makes Pride poore and Meeknesse ritch Thy looks raise Hope yet staidly keep it downe Within the compasse of a modest pitch Wherein thy highest grace with grace is showne Thou art a Pearle which nothing can relent But Viniger made of Deuotions Teares If it be counterfet or euill bent For it thou hast nor Hart nor Eyes nor Eares But Hart and Eyes and Eares thou hast for myne Whose Hart and Eyes and Eares are ruld by Thine 18 TO touch on Sylla yet to scape the same And yet be drowned in the Hauens mouth Is
of all griefes the great'st and greatest blame To Fortune or Discretion Paines or Slouth But I that scapt the Gulphe and Rock of Wrack VVhich in the Ocean of my boundlesse loue I found to draw me on and put me back Am like in my Hope 's Haun the like to prooue For when I hopt I had Thee as myne owne O too too credulous am like to those That loue by which for mine thou long wast knowne Through winds of misreport which Enuie bloes But if these bitter blasts thee from me beare My Hopes sinke causelesse where there was no feare 19 THe Stoicks in their strange Philosophie Make All and Nothing nothing but all one VVho say that this World Is but yet deny That it hath any Essence of the owne But in our loues deere Loue the same is true For Thou bâ—â—ng All art mine that Nothing am I Nothing am that is not All thy due So All and Nothing 's nothing but the same Then sith my Nothing and thy All all 's one Thou All I Nothing make an Vnity For All to Nothing hath conuersion And Nothing vnto All by sympathie Then neede I Nothing Thee All nothing feare But All and Nothing still shall One appeare 20 VVHo cannot loue without to lust it runne Or els to Passions that as wild appeare Are like ill Eyes that cannot brooke the Suune Or most weake Braines that strong wine cannot beare But in high Loue whose â—ase on vertue rests Ther 's no distemprature of Flesh or Spritie The Mouth of true Loue sucks true Pleasures Brests VVhich it augments with pure not grosse delight Hence flow all Nectard Sweets into the Soule That Heau'n or Earth in highest height can yeeld As sweet and faire as Lust is sowre and sowle And doth at pleasure Pleasures Passions weld But he that is impatient in desire As Clogd with flesh cannot this Heaun aspire 21 O That I could as willingly I would By breathing on thy lips my Soule infuse Into thy beanteous Body then it should Make Thee as still it doth on It still muse For muse I do and nonght but muse alone Because it makes my Muse to make my Loue Vnto such only Beauty only knowne By waight and measure so thy Soule to mooue Moue Soule sweet Soule Soule of my sweetest Sweet VVith equall motion moue as moues my Soule Which moues to Thine then let Thine with It meet It to embrace in loue not It controule But yet if so thou moue thou shalt Deere Sweete Controule it still when it moues ought vnmeet 22 SO looks an Angell on Heauns Christall Wall As looks my Saint or Angell in her Glasse Each see in each they are Celestiall Hir flesh then being Heaunly is not Grasse Grasse no ô no though Grasse doth glad the Eie With Ey-delighting Greennesse it s too darke To be like her diâ—â—ne Serenity That of highst GLORY is a flaming Spark Which sets the World on fire and al therein Like Phaetons Pride the Proude should I now that Story No Eye sees it but would lose sight to win That Light by which Eyes see Sight dimd with glory O might mine Eies be dimd stil with that Light I would be nought but Eies yet blinded quite 23 STir'st thou me vp to loue yet me restrain'st From that thy stronge perfections stirr me to Frown'st thou in ernest or els frowning fain'st Sith thee in ernest ernestly I woo If thou can'st be thine owne true Antitype That 's most deform'd sith most well form'd Thou art If thou can'st rotten be now thou art ripe Then can I ceasse to sue but not to smart For smart I should no lesse for thy disgrace Then I do smart for loue of gracefull Thee Then let me loue thee in thy better case That in thy worst so much should greeued be But if thou wilt not haue me woo nor loue Then either cease to Bee or cease to moue 24 SO art thou Cruell like a Ballance-Scale For when I sinck with Bale thou mount'st with Blisse And when I rise with Blisse thou sink'st with Bale So stil thou art myne Opposite by This And whie all this O froward Faire ô whie In myne annoy dost thou so much delight Can I not liue but thou fourthwith must die Or doth my death giue thy life life and spright Ther 's no necessity herein at all Vnlesse Thou be the same Who Parchas-like Dost neuer rise but by anothers fall That is their Threede of life quite off to strike For while I waighe them wonnded by thy Beames Their uumber rising falls into Extreames 25 LOue like a Center in a Circle standes As neere to Beggars as Hee doth to Kings And like a Kinge them both alike Commands As Hee commands likewise all other Things What Hart is of such st'eely temprament Or much more hard for Steele the Magnes loues But gently bowes when it by Loue is bent Onely thy Heart hard Heart Hee nothing moues Nature nere made what hath no grace in it Then thee she made not that art so vnkinde So thou art nothing sith all Beeings fitt The Endes to which as Meanes they were assign'd Women are Meanes that Men Bee bee not then As Nothing but with Something bring some Men. 26 THe sweetnesse Sweete which in thy loue I feele Sweetens the sorrow which through it I tast It mee vpholds as It doth make me reele And doth enlarge my Heart which It doth wast LOVE though Thou kill me yet I must confesse Thou hast disbur'sd my Loue where it is due And though it boundlesse be yet is it lesse Then to my Loues worth doth ' of right accrue And though thou bee a Spectacle through which Each grace seemes greater then in deede it is Yet setled Iudgment mounts hir prices Pitch For Heau'n and Earth do offer faire for This Then sith Thou art more Faire then Eyes can see I le offer Thee as faire my Soule for Thee 26 BY Nature when wee are most cold without As in the Winter wee are hott'st within And hott'st without when cold'st the Hart about Thus in and out this Hott and cold do ryn The truth here of I know too well you know To question it Then why do you suppose My Loue is cold within sith so in show When that Show showes you how within it glowes Wilt thou distrust Affections Miracle I per se I so rauisht with thy Loue As now I am Loues Forces Spectacle Which Cold and Heate yet cleere in both do proue Then o looke through my cold-cleere Eyes and see My Hart still sacrific'd in flames to Thee 27 LEt not deere Sweete the wheeling of the Spheares That spight thy Christaline translucencie Winde vp thy lifes-Threed on the Spowle of Yeares Ere thou dost as thy Mother did for Thee Least that thy Glasse thy beauie doo accuse Before the soueraign'st Sence for being deflowr'd By Time which Thee as thou did'st Him abuse Which by thy Beautie will be ill endur'd Why mak'st an Idoll of Diuinitie Thy Beauiie
lyes in mine owne proofe Were she not Hand-maide to Diuinity Which makes the Ly to keep the more aloofe But ah the smart I haue endurd through loue Hath like that Loue bin long and extreame great And all for thee too Sweet which sowre I proue Which woundst me while thou dost me well intreate If Ioab ô had plaid that part alone Thou shouldst in Deed and Show haue bin mine owne 39 VVHen I assaie to blaze my louely Love And to expresse Hir alin Colors quaint I rob Earth Sea Aire Fire and all aboue Of their best Parts but her worst parts to paint Staidnesse from Earth from Sea the cleerest part From Aire her subtilty from Fire her light From Sonne Moone Stars the glory they impart So rob and wrong I All to do her right But if the beauty of her Mind I touch Sith That before toucht touch but parts externe I ransack Heaun a thousand times as much Sith in that mind we may that Mind discerne That 's all in All that are or faire or good And so shee s most diuine in Flesh and bloud 40 NOw Taper-pointed Night began to pierce The bending forehead of our Horizon When as I tooke my Pen in blackest verse To shadow foorth my blacker Passion I told thee then in Words as dark as Hell The Torments Sweet I for thy Loue abide And gaue thee light to see their Substance well By Lynes that were al flame thy Sence to guide Yet canst thou not or rather wilt not see The VVhite whereat in this dark-light I driue Then know deer Sweet directly it is thee Lo knowst thou now no no thou stil wilt striue Against thy knowledge not to know the same Yet know thy Fashion puts me out of Frame 41 THere was a Time when the most sacred Saint That euer wedded was his VVife did woo And with loue-passions did hir Eares acquaint To moue hir mind to Loue and mariage too VVhen he would not haue thought it mortal sin If so he could to haue lynd out his loue In mouing measures so her loue to win For all that measure well of force must moue He did or would haue told her his desires And measurd them in Numbers were alone Those Edens out-casts left vnto their Heirs By marriage Rights for Generation Then sith that Church and Common weale encrease By This should Lynes that lead to this surcease 42 IF Speech the noblest action of the wil Be turnd to Silence Loues best speech in me Iâ— wit be quickned or made good of ill By that good will which I do beare to thee Then what auailes good wit if it be mute More then good will that want good words to show it Suters speed not that cannot shew their sute So sue I to Thee but thou wilt not know it Yet Dumb-men do and may wed lawfully But wed they do not without first they woo Then let me dumb through Loue that speaks therby Do as by Lawes of Heaun and Earth they do They woo then Wiue I woo then let me Wed For Words in Deede best fit the mariage bed 43 MY Mind to me a mighty Kingdom is Which I possesse but not enioy in peace For if I did I were a King of This But Loue my right doth force me to release If thou great Loue vsurpe anothers Right Thou art a Tyrant and thou must resolue By fight to keep what Thou hast got by fight If so of force Thou must thy force dissolue For with Thy force thou canst not winne from me My Mind vnlesse Her force Thou quite defeate VVhich it Thou do it is the worse for thee For thoâ— defeatest That that makes thee Great Then ô be not too sell but let that Shee For and by whom I liue raign there with Thee 44 Cannot that fire that burns me warm thy Hart Art thou turnd Salamander in desire To liue in my Harts flames and feel no fire But rather takst thou pleasure in my smart My hart is little and the flames are great It s litâ—e made by thy great cruelty The Fuel spent as now the same is ny The fier needs must lose both hold and heat My Hart the fuel is not Adamant That can indure the fury of this flame But it is Flesh and soon melts in the same VVherof I wot thou art not ignorant Then if thy knowledge wil not help my Hart I wil condemn thy VVil and curse thyne Art 45 SOme say they loue because their Loues are faire And other some sith they are wise and kind The first loue but the hue of Flesh or Haire But the last loue the beauty of the Mind But my loue kindled is at both those fires For VVit and Beauty in my Loue doth flame Without al noisom Smoake of dark Desires So bright she is in Beauty Wit and Fame If all these do concur to cause my Loue That Loue so caus'd shold bring forth rare effects And so it doth for me it so doth moue As I do rest in restlesse rare Affects Then sith deer Sweet thy Graces and my Loue Are like alike let our Affections moue 46 THey write and speak wel that can wel expresse In either kind what Fancy doth suggest But I the more I fancy speake the lesse So in my Hart my hartlesse Tongue doth rest But ô deer Hart sith thou art Lord of life On paine of death command my Pen to make Ynk of thy bloud to Chronicle the strife Which thou endurest for thy true loues sake And thou my Fancy so thy selfe bestir Who stir'st about the Center of my Loue That future Times in loue may pitty hir Sith graces such vnpittiful should proue And make my Pen in lasting Colours paint The Picture of my Loue and sullen Saint 47 THe fatall beames thou dartest from thine Eyes Like Basilisks work on me in effect Yet from them doth my remedy arise By glassing mine in thine them to reflect For in mine Eyes shouldst thou thy self but see Thy Beames would make thee in self-loue to burn Then harm me not and I wil not hurt thee Els on thy selfe thy Beauties Beames I le turne Thinke not because thy Hart is Adamant That thy bright Raies wil but thereon rebound No to thy selfe thei l make thee mercy grant And loue that grace that hurts heals the wound Then let thine Eye-beames grace infuse in mine Or for thy plague I le riuet mine in Thine 48 PArdon me Loue sith what for Thee I do Although it breaks thy Precepts oft too strict Is to attaine what to attaine vnto Thou sholdst no Course how ere crosse coÌ„tradict For shee I loue is too too like a Saint But that shee 's most vnlike in hir disdaine Who loues but loues to cause my iust complaint As if her pride tooke pleasure in my paine Then though my prostrate old Deuotion I do forbeare forbeare to blame my Course For some do climb to high'st promotion By scorning Scorne and offering Fury force She 's stiff and I
am strange but yet I see My strangenesse makes hir seem lesse strange to me 49 A Time there was when Loue alone did liue Within the Brest of Heau'ns eternall Light But since that light did light to Planets giue Light Venus in light Harts vsurpes his Right So Shee 's an Idol made and daily serv'd With that Deuotion which to him belongs Whose Motions are much more then his obseru'd So He the Author seems of his own wrongs He made hir first but to incline the Sence But since She seems much more then to constrain Sith Mad She makes Men with her influence If ought from hir their Sences do restraine But why ò Lightnesse lov'st thou so this Star Whenas the Sun of Glory's brighter far 50 LOue leaue thy Lodge my Hart and enter Hirs Who plac'd thee there that she may know what paine Thou hast in pleasures and what rest in Stirs VVhich being done returne to mine againe For though at once thou glad and grieue the same Thou griu'st It so as still It would bee griu'd So Hirs might still bee melted with His flame And so made One till they bee life-depriu'd Or if not so made one that Odds should cease Yet Odds might light bee made by mutuall Loue Then in that Warre wee might enioy sweete peace So wee should thinke Warre sweete and so It proue But if she loue not too ô Loue thou art Hart to my griefe and griâ—fe vnto my Hart. 51 OF Loue whie write I sith such hate I proue As is of force to make Loue Loue to hate How how poore Man should â— haue lust to Loue Whose Loue and Life are so vnfortunate My scornefull fortunes my Loue scornfull make Who Looks on mee as on Disgraces Glasse While I such hate and wrongs beare for hir sake As able were to make a Man an Asse And yet such bearing shee forbeâ—res to stile With vertuous Title yet if force 〈◊〉 She saith it's brutishe Thus 〈…〉 My same though yet herein I her excuâ—e Sith shee hates one that loues his owne Disgrace That is Hee loues hir that doth him debase 52 FOrtune and Loue each other to disgrace Striue who should make mee Slaue to eithers might And being blinde fight without shifting place So I am made the Barre ore whom they fight The Blowes of either often fall on mee And much more often sith they both are blinde But Fortune strikes me sure as shee could see And Loue doth wound me sore with Blowes more kinde Fortune doth chippe me out and takes away All outward Things but Loues impetuous Blowes Nere cease to sinck till in my Hart they stay Thus is my Spoile the Triumphe of these Foes But more I yeeld to Loue then Fortunes might Sith I can Liue in Loue in Fortunes spight 53 FAuours are so farre sweete as there remaines Place for requitall but if past that Place They grow to great Harts but to bee great paines Which lothe such Loue and grudge at so much grace This happily deere Sweete you thinke vpon When your deere graces on me dropping bee Who make them fall with small effusion Lest they should cause the like effect in mee But you ô me do quite my Hart mistake For you haue made it poore and hardly liues Which loues you more the more of It you make For Fauours excesse hardly it reuiues Then ô wise Faire my poore Hart fauour still Sith still it liues by hope that so you will 54 SHee comes Shee comes mount mount my Soule Vnto the heigth of Admiration See how the Sunne him selfe begins to scoule To see a fairer Sunne the Earth vpon O glorious Light which makes our Hemispheare Like Iupiters Starre-Chamber with thy Raies How dost thou mee confound with Loue and feare What praise but Wonder can thy Wonders praise Stand stand a loose come not to neere mine Eyes For thou wilt make them lightlesse with thy Light O mee my Hart how with thy Beames it Fryes What mean'st ô Miracle to melt mee quite Hold hold no more thy Beames from me auert Vnlesse from them Thou hide me in thy Hart. 55 IF Sunne-Beames spring by kinde from Heaun'ly Ground If Voice diuining Eares from Angells comes If breath that yeelds as sweete a Sent as Sound Celestiall bee and Sence with ioy ore'comes Then Face and Voice and Breath of my sweet Saint Are most Celestiall and if so they bee The Spirit of Science did this Picture paint By Coppy of his owne Diuinity If so she is most mercifull and iust Sith Hee in both is most most infinite Which makes vs feare and yet in Him to trust And so shee doth in Wisdome exquisite Which oft in Iustice humbles daring Men And then in Mercy liftes them vp agen 56 IF Fauour comes by suff'ring not by force And wilde-fire quenched bee with Milke or Mire If yeelding Woll resists the Bullets course And gentle Oile doth quench Lime set on fire If that the higher wee desire to builde The lower wee our ground-worke ought to lay If all these Truethes so naturall are held That their cleare euidence doth question staie Then questionlesse you are vnnaturall Sow're Sweet who though I at your feet am thrown Yea make my selfe your verie Pedestall Yet you insult the more and keepe me downe If then my lowlinesse your scorne increase You are Perfections vnkinde Master-peece 57 IT s easie to blaspheame the name of Loue And say its but the worke of Idlenesse The Slipps of Fancie which oft mortall proue The Mothe of Strength and strength of Foolishnesse These and such like or els farre woorse then these Might Hate disgorge gainst Loues Diuinitie And with such Yells Dispaire hir Soule might ease Whose sweetest ease is bitt'erst Blasphemie But I that know the powre of Loue too well To well do worde him to bee vs'd so ill For hee hath dam'd me to his lowest Hell Where Hee torments my Reason VVitt and VVill But Reason Witt and Will in humble wise Do pray for him and wishe he had his Eyes 58 YOur Fauors filling my torne Hart with Hope Hope raising lustlesse Loue and Loue Desire Desire rests not but in Deer you his Scope Whose flames stil mount to you his Spheare of Fire Then if to my desire you will giue rest It must be in your staid Loues purer flames Then with his Element Desire inuest Sith his fire compound is and him vnframes Feeling mounts not to Pleasures firmament But through this subtill Spheare of simple fire Nor Loue attaine the Heau'n of true content But by this sweet Repose of his Desire Then if you loue me as it seems you do Rest my Desire and I will rest yours too 59 HA there Shee goes that goes away with me And here stand I that haue her in my Hart She flees from me and yet I with her flee For no Diuision can vs wholy part Faire fall thee buxome Aire that yet dost hold The sent of her late presence for thy grace Thou dost sweet Aire but what the
Heauens wold If they so happy were it to embrace Who breaths this Aire their breath most sweet must be Though it before the Aire made most vnsweet On It I le liue till She returne to me To take the aire which from hir first did fleet And then in Words she shall receaue the same That shall be sweetned with hir praise and Name 60 Parhaps I doo though you thinke otherwise Loue in the tenderst Bowels of my Soule But what Can I not loue vnlesse there lies Loue in my Front while yours in hate doth scoule If no faith in the Front doth lie no loue Lies where no faith is for loue liues thereby Then the Fronts Arguments doo nothing proue But showe of trueth inuolu'd in Falacie And if the Front saie true and true it bee That Womens Naies are euer double Yeas Then your Front euer giuing Naies to mee Doo giue me twice as many yeas by These But in true loue I hold that Skill vnfit That discontents the Will to please the Wit 61 VVIll you your Will be done haue me loue so That by my Looks the same you best may see And wil you loue in Deed and hate in show Do as you will your wil is law to me Yet Show hath much deceite but Substance none Then most substantiall is the truest loue The foreheads falshood is more seen then known Yet known of most that least thereof approue Then sith the Front 's so full of Falacy I cannot trust yours more then you can myne But if you would our Harts should open lye Change Harts with me or let vs them combine Then feelingly our harts we so shall kno To This Sowr Sweet say double yea or No. 62 MY Tongue is turn'd to Eyes mine Eyes to Eares In the dread presence of my deeerest Loue Who while shee speakes my very seeing heares Hir Tongue and Bodie do so sprightly moue My Tongue Eares are deaff dumbe the whiles Orewhelm'd with Loue and Ioy and Hope in each Only my Lookes applaude hir Words with smiles As if they onely heard and saw Their reache And sith with hir I cannot interpleade But mâ—erely by the mâ—ane of speaking-Lookes Sith Lookes alone must stand me then in steade My Lookes shal be Loue and Witts record Bookes Wherein shee still may reade what I conceaue Of her sweete words and what replies I giue 63 SAie you deere Sweetâ— my Lines are labour'd sore My Lines I know will tell you no such thing Though euery Line doâ—h laboure more and â—ore Till they my Griefe conceal'd to light do bring But for my Lines themselues they labor'd are With no more paine then paine in pleasure takes Sith they my Hart vnburden of much care That yet for want of better yssue akes A Labour'd Line 's too busie for my Braine That is well 〈◊〉 distracted with muh Thought Let those Lines laboure that by Lines do gaine â—or I haue labour'd Lines too loage for nought Sith my best labouâ—'d Lines you still reward VVith saying tushe this paines might well be spar'd 64 VVHile Words I weigh in Scales of my Conceite To know their weight that merit most respect And while I vse some Arte without Deceite To place them where they may haue most effect I finde the weightiest Words are farre too light To weigh the Will resolu'd not to be waid And though their placâ— make infinite their might Yet stirre they not a Mind peruersly staid Then whie seeke I to mooue you by my Words I know not I because I know so much Yet this lost labour my Loue you affords Which â— It draw not shall your hardnesse touche For were you Steele the Magnes of my Loue Would draw you too 't but harder you I proue 67 YOur Soules rough Calmes that neither hate nor â—oue Your Minde vnmou'd with praises or reproofe The lesse they moued are the more they moue My froward loue to stand the more aloofe Yet looks it back when it is well-ny gone Supposing It should not so giue you or'e Then tries some other kinde Conclusion Which speeds no better then those tride before You hate me not for well you vse me still You loue me not sith you feele not my paine This like your mortall hate offends my Will Yet this is all the loue my Loue doth gaine What Mettell are you off sure fleshe and Blood Are not so staid that nought can moue their moode 66 VVHere shall I hide me from Loues Pow'r ô where If to th' Antipodes from him I fly Hee Pricks his Flights at me and hitts me there If neere at hand his Torche my Flesh doth fry In Earth his Shafts haue all fubdu'd to Him The Sea 's his Mothers Contrie and beside He naked is and so can faster swymme And through the Aire he on his Wings doth glide If to the Fire I flie it s to himselfe Then Heau'n and Hell if Poetts fable not Haue felt the great force of the little Elâ—e Thus all in all are subiect to his Shot Then sith no where I can be safe from these I le hide me no where That is in mine ease 67 BVt This and then my Pen shall make aboade In endlesse Rest For euen now the same Goes stradling vnderneathe a heauie Loade For Heauinesse his forme doth quite vnframe Who sheddeth sable Teares well mixt with Bryne To rue his owners sorrowes bitter state And maketh happlesse Blotts in eu'ry Line To Simbolize his Loue vnfortunate The sincking Paper makes them spreading runne As â—râ—efe runnes spreading in his sincking Hart Pen Yâ—ke and Paper then are quite vndone As is their Master with sad Sorrowes smart And all that smart I feele through your disdaine Who wounds my Hart with loue yet scornes my paine 68 VVOrke on my Hart sterne Griefe and do thy worst Draw it togeather till his Strings do crack My Minde will nere be whole till they bee burst Then breake breake Hart ere broken bee my Back Which vndergoes a VVorld of heauie Harmes That well might breake It and an Hart of Oke Then Griefe extend the vigor of thine Armes To crush his substance into Sighings smoke Hope thou dost hurt It with thy helping Hand Who Ape-like kilst it with a kind embrace Thy Charge wan Hope yeeld to pale Deaths Command That Hee my vitall Spirits may haue in Chase For sith good Lucke proues lucklesse in my Loue Go hange thee Hope yet stay lest I it proue 69 GIue mee faire Sweete the Mapp well coâ—lored Of that same little World your selfe to see Whether those Zones of hott Loue and cold Dreade Bee so extreame in you as th' are in mee If on the Hatt that small Worlds Center greate Such Heate and Cold their vtt'most Powers imploy No Thoughts could dwell therein for Cold and Heaâ—e Which my distem'pred-dismall Thoughts annoy But if I finde the Climes more temperate In your World then in mine I le thether send My Thoughts by Colonies in wretched State Sith there for'thwith they cannot choose
so peruerse Your Eares are fleshe and so your Hart should bee Then stone them not to Coole my charming Verse That seekes to turne your Eares and Hart to mee But by that Turne if you do feare a fall I le hold you vp or breake my Neck withall 81 IF the Egyptian and the Troglodite Ouer whose Heads the Sunne directly stands But one meere Moment daily in his height Do hardly scape quite burning by his Brands How then should I bright Faire not quite bee brent With those bright Beams shott froÌ„ those Sunnes thine Eyes Sith still they are to me directly sent As from my Zenith iâ— thy Beauties Skies O! with those Raies exhale from Mercies Seas Some Dropps of Grace showre theÌ„ downe on me To coole the firie heate of my Disease That so my Sore and Salue maie come from Thee If not yet shall those Cloude-dissoluing Beames Melt my Care-Clouded Eies to cooling Streames 82 VVHiles that this Aire I breath to coole my Heart My Hart 's inflamed so with loues desire That Aire to Fire it doth thereby conuert So liues my Hart in Hel or quenchlesse fire Then canst thou Goddesse full of outward grace In whom I hope sith thee I loue and serue Still feed these flames with Beames sent from thy face And martyr him thou shouldst from paines preserue Then may I say by Kind th' art glorious made But by vnkindnesse thou thy selfe dost mar Thou mar'st thy selfe That is thou mak'st me vade Who then thy selfe doth loue thee better far And yet thou lov'st thy self too well for me Sith so thou lou'st because I so loue thee 83 NO more but so Why then false Hopes farewel Why why so long haue you deluded me Saie you false Faire you hate to loue too well Although too wel true loue can neuer be Then too well haue I lou'd you for such loue That thinks true loue too wel loues what it likes Which speech doth you as fond as fickle proue And through your tender reputation strikes Hate you to loue too wel that lothed Hate But hate not true loue kindly to imbrace Your grace to loue my Mind did animate And can you loue too wel such loue of Grace Iâ— so you can Grace too well loues your Frame Who makes it famous while you It defame 84 LAmia the witch as Poets featlie faine Still in a box at home puts vp her Eies But going abrode shee put them in againe Their propper holes wherewith each Moâ—e she spies So thou at home that is thy selfe within O hellish Cerces that bewitchest me Pul'st out thine Eies that is seest not thy Sin But yet abrode thou mine too wel dost see Thou saist I haue deceau'd thee in thy loue By other Loues and so thou me dost hate Vpon a meer surmise but I can proue Where thou thy Chastitie did'st vulnerate O no I lie thou stil didst keep it â—ound But others gaue and it receau'd the wound 85 lT may be as you say but yet say I lt should be otherwise then stil you do You saie you Loue I wil not saie you lie Because you Loue and Loue to linger to For if you lou'd me could I loue so long For meer Delaies disguizd in Loues Araie Could I for so much right reape so much Wrong If you lou'd â—ot alone to show delay Delaie in Loue is daungerous you know Then It you loue sith mine that daunger is Who seeing loue wears me in Deed and Show You loue Delaie to wast me quite by This But if you loue to wast me so by That Hate me another while to make me Fat 86 BEe not ô be not careleslie vnkinde To him sower-Sweet whose care is all for thee Looke in my Hart through windows of my minde And nought but thine owne Image thou shalt see Sack not the Temple then where thon art shrinde A glorius Monumente of Excellence The Shrine's immortal sith so is my Minde Yet maist thou it deface by plaging Sence Thou plaugst my feeling sith through thee I feele The hatefulst plagues that Loues Fire can inflict My Hart where thou dost dwell with Hart of Steele Sill flaming burnes yet thee it not afflicts But wert thou not lessesensible then Steele Thou coulst not choose but feele the paines I feele 87 It 's saide and knowne and so it 's held for true That Arethusa and Alphâ—us are Two Riuers that each other so persue As noughte can let their Course or water marre For sweete Alpheus doth throug Thetis glide Free from her saltnesse though Lais-like shee steere Vntill he meete vpon the other side With his loue Arethusa fresh and cleere Then if that sencelesse Riuers which by kinde Are most vnstaid in loue so constant bee Let me not you Faire Nimphe vnconstant finde Sith through all wrongs I runne arighte to Thee Then sith to thee I runne through Sorrowes Seas Let mee in thy cleare Hart and Armes haue eafe 88 DOwn down proude Hart to Loues Lures stoop ô stoop She Lures that loues shee loues that can alure Then downe ô downe yet not so low as droupe Sith shee beeing gracious is as kinde as sure Hir glancing Eye through Loue in State is staid Which stands with constant grace and Maiesty Both which in loue deserue to be obaide By hatefull harts that are as hard as hie Then melt melt Hart in hott affections flames If thou be not mroe hard then hardest Stones For Harts but of that temper shee vnframes In fire of Loue and makes them tender ones Then Sweet sith now mine melts for loue of you Let it run into yours to Mould it new 89 THere was a time to speak wherof I faint Sith That that was nere lou'd the ducking Frir'e When I might pray to you as to my Saint And you wold grant or further my desire But you reiect as superstitious The praiers which I now do make to you And tearming them as vaine as vitious You bend from me when I to you do bow If I with you commit Idolatry It is an easie error sith you be An Image but too like the Deity For Fleshy Eyes the difference to see But if you would haue me my Consciencâ— kill Bid me not loue you that wil do your will 90 IN Nature are two supreame Principles As namely Vnity and Binarie The first doth forme all Beauties Miracles The last's the Fount of all Deformitie The Forme of Number is this Vnitie Number the Matter Vnitie the Forme Confusion springeth from Duality Which doth the frame of Nature quite deforme Then sith that Vnity hath so great grace And that Duality bee so deform'd Lettâ—s not bee two faire Sweete but fast embrace The Meane whereby wee may bee still conform'd Or if wee shall bee Two ô fairest Faire Let you and I make but one perfect Paire 91 HA ha ha ha you makâ— me laugh I sweare And yet I laugh as some in ioy do weepe To see you double like a Hare for feare Lest I should smell where
Grace to me is good Free from vnkind desires of Flesh and Bloud Inuentions Life Death and Funerall 102 Busie Inuention whie art thou so dull And yet still doing Are no Conceits ensconst within thy Scull To helpe my woing Canst not with Iudgments aide once â—ally out with Words of power My Ladies dreaded Forces to disrout and make way to her Or can'st thou vse no Stratagem of VVitt That may entrappe her To yeeld vnto Conditions faire as fitt els loue enwrappe her Fy fy thou lin'st my hedd-peece to no end Sith by thy Lyninge I cannot in Loues warres my Witt defend from foule declyning Doth Loue conâ—ound thee that thy Founder is Bewitcht Inuention Can she which can but make thee pregnant misse of hir inâ—ention The powers of Witt cannot defend thee then from Shames confusion But thou must die with shame and liue agen By Hopes infusion Hope hold my Hart and Head for they are sick Inuention dyeth Loue-sicke they are and neede an Emperick which Loue denieth Inuention now doth draw his latest breath for comfort crying Hee dies and yet in dying striues with Death To liue still dying Ring out his Knell for now he quite is dead Ding dong bell well ronge Sing out a Dirge for now hee 's buried Farewell Hee well songe This Epitath fix on his senslesse Head Here lies Inuention That stood his louing Master in no steade In Loues contention Yet for his Soule lest it should quite bee dam'd Some Dole bestow yee Giue my poore Witts which he hath â—owly sham'd what he doth owe me So Mortus et sepultus now he is Heau'n graunt his rising Bee not to vtter darknesse but to Blisse of highe Deuising 103 DIe dâ—e Forbidden Hopes ô die Foâ— while you liue in Death liue I Sith from Forbidden Hope Death first had life and scope Ambitious hope forbidden Then if thou liu'st needes die I must For Death doth liue in hope vniust Or at the least Dispaire Whereof Death is the Haire Then die or still liue hidden 104 NOw to this Sea of Cittie-Common-wealth Lymitâ—lesse London am I come obscu'rd Where twofold Plagues endanger may the health Of Soule and Bodie of the most securd The Bodies Plague's an Ill which God can do For is Ill in the Cirtie hee doth not But Synne the Plague which doth the Soule vndo He cannot do though how he well doth wott Then now my Soule stand stiffly on thy gâ—ard Sith many mortall Dangers thee surrouâ—d Lett Grace thy guide thy House still watch warde To keepe thy Habitation cleane as sound And if thou canst with Loâ—t liue chastlie here Angels will fetche thee hence when Plagues are neere Other Sonnets vpon other Subiects The Trinity illustrated by a three-square perspectiue Glasse 1 IF in a three-square Glasse as thick as cleare Be'ing but dark Earth though made Diaphanall Beauties diuine that rauish Sence appeare Making the Soule with ioy in Trance to fall What then my Soule shalt thou in Heau'n behold In that cleare Mirror of the TRINITY What ô It were not THAT could it be told For t is a glorious yet dark Mistery It is THAT which is furthest from description Whos 's beaming-beauty's more then infinite It's Glories Monument whose Superscription Is Here lies LIGHT alone indefinite Then ô Light limitlesse let me poore me Still liue obscure so I â—ay still see Thee 2 I Loue the life that Loue doth most mislike That is the life which is most like to Death On Lifes Haâ—r-strings when Death at last shall strike Soules Organs then do sound with sweetest breath The Discords of this Life annoy their Eares Where but Faithes Concords onely sweetly sound From Discords Dangers rise from Dangers Feares Which Three these Three the Soule Minde Body wound I would therefore liue dead to sâ—ch a life Within the Graue of most obscure estate So dead to liue as farre from State as Sâ—riâ—â— To check those Lusts that would giue Loue the Mate But ô this Faith fraile faith and Loue selfe-Loue Be dead sith they but liue for selfe-behoue 3 TIme faster then my Thought away doth hast Who thought not to haue lost It but for gaine But as that thought was present Time was past So left mee but to thinke that Thought was vaine While I am musing how my Time to spend Time spends It selfe and me but how I muse So still I muse while Time drawes on mine ende Thus Time doth me and I do it abuse I thinke and while I thinke I io'ly acte Yet Thought 's no idle action of the Minde So idle actions Time and mee haue wrackt Yet in these Ruines I my making finde For I am made by musing what I am That 's one that lynes the Ornaments of Fame 4 SIth Rest and Labour weares this Life away For Rest doth toile as Toile doth fatigate Sith Payne in Laboure stirres and rests in Play For Laboure paines That Rest doth satiate What maruell though the Hoast of Animalls Do groning longe to bee Life dispossest Sith their whole Pow'r by Natures forces falles Into the life of Laboure Death of Rest. Then how should Man but longe to leaue that Stage Where Paine doth plaie in Rest and Rest in Payne Sith Rest's his Home and Payne's his Pilgrimage Who cannot rest where hee cannot remayne It then remaines that wee this Life detest Sith it doth rest in Toile and toile in Rest 5 SIth glorious Princes like to Mirrours are As cleare as brittle how dare they contend Sith when they meete and light vpon the bare They may see their beginnings in their ende And sith base Vp-starts like to Bladders bee Puâ—t vp with winde which maks them stiffe as stout Mee thinkes each bound they should rise heauily Sith That which makes them mount may let It out Lastlie sith Men to Bubbles are compar'd Then which no Being's neerer kin to Nought Why from ill Thoughts do they their Wills not warde Sith they may bee extinguisht with a thought It is sith Bubbles do but weake appeare So in their VVeaknesse Men to Nought are neere 6 VVOrke on my Soule while Sleepes Soule takes hir rest And Sence held idle by hir heauy hand Acte in Dumbe-Showes which idle Spirits detest That Wit thy Wiâ—l thereby may vnderstand Let Fancy offer to Iâ—telligence The Shade of Shapes whose Substance thou dost loue So Sence shall sâ—e without the Seeing Sence When Reason is rest how thou dost moue Mount thee vppon thy Wings of Witt and Will Vnto the height of thy Wills true desires There worke thy pleasure bee it good or ill That wakeing Will may worke what Witt requires For t is VVitts worke in sleepe VVills worke to spy That wakfull VVitt may right what is awry 7 THe Match is double made where Man and Wife Of diuese Bodies make one perfect Minde Striuing to bee as farre from Hate as Strife In kindnesse constant of a diuerse kinde Hee gladd of hir Shee of his selfe more gladd Sith as hir better halfe shee Him
doth hold Each giues to each yet haue more then they hadd For loue and wealth so growes more manifold Doubling one life sith they of Two make One Where Loues Desires rest pleased in vnrest For true Ioy rests vntir'd in motion And by their motions that is still exprest He rules sith Shee obaies or rather Shee Obaying rules Thus Soules may married bee 8 VVEre Mannes Thoughts to bee measured by Daies Tenn thouzaÌ„d Thoughts teÌ„ thousaÌ„d Days should haue Which in a Day the Mynd doth daily raise For still the Mind 's in motion like a Wave Or should his Daies bee measured by Thought Then Times shortst Moment they would faster flee Yet Thought doth make his life both long nought That 's nought if longe and longe if nought it bee If longe it bee for being nought though short The shortest thought of longe life is too longe Which thinkes it longe in laboure short in sport So Thought makes Life to bee still old or yonge But sith its full of thought sith full of Synnes Thinke it may ende as thought of it beginnes 9 SEarch all the Sonnets set Loue wealth to wynne And you shall see how euer darkly donne That lightly with the Eye they do begin As if Loues heate and Witts came from that Sunne And I as if the Eye bewitched mee Oft sett my Sonetts Seane iust in the Eye Of beaming Beauty that it so may see Wherein consists Loues Comick-Tragedie Thus is the Sences Soâ—'raignes Subiect made Loues Sonetts Subiect in faire Paper Reames Sith with Loues fire it doth the Hart inuade For that cold Christall burnes with Beauties Beames Then ô the Eye the Eye I I that 's it Wherein men see their want of Grace and Wit 10 VVIsedome and Vertue cannot if they would Misguide the Soule to whom they stil are Guides They guide to Glory going bâ—t on Gold And all that Earth doth pretious hold besides Or if ill Times should with iniurious hand Oppresse Them in their Course or Crosse theyr way Yet must He needs about Times Compasse stand That with such firm Vp-lifters falls away The ayme of Wisedome yea aud Fortunes too Is at one White to make bright whom they loue Ne can Crosse Fortune Wisedoms Friends vndo Sith their vndoings do their makinges proue The Stars rule Fools both ru'ld by Wisemen are So ech Mans Manners do his Fortunes square 11 WHen with my Minds right Eye I do behold From nought made nothing lesse great Tamburaline Like Phaeton drawne encoach in burnisht Gold Raigning his drawers who of late did Raigne I deem me blessed in the Womb to be Bâ—rne as I am among indiffrent Things No King nor Slaue but of the meane degree Where I see Kings made Slaues and Slaues made Kings When if my Meannesse but one Thought conceaue That minds but Mounting this Thought keeps it downe And so I liue in Case to take or giue For Loue or Meed no Sâ—epter â—ut a Crowne Yet Flowres of Crownes for Roesies expence Poets might take and giue no recompence In praise of Poesie THou that by force of All commanding wordes Makst all Affections follow thy Commands To whome the High'st such height of powre affords As fully with his grace and glory stands To thee sweet Poesie offer I this Mite Of Forcelesse words deriu'd from lesser might Thou that dost scorne Commers with muddy Braines Or with oughte lesse then Spirits Angelicall Who chaunt inchaunting Soule bewitching straines Where of but some includes the Summe of All To thee I sacrifice these Laudes to leaâ—e In flames of zeale that farre surmount the Meane For ô Thoâ— scornst so base as Meane to beare Sith that the Meane in Thee is held but base Though other Arts the Meane doe highly reare Thou holdst the Meane to bee an high disgrace Then â— with what high Raptures should my Braynes Entraunced bee to ope thy vertues Vaines Which while I striue to do my Braines do beate As if they would worke out their Freedome so Who doe attempt to leaue their narrow Seate As if they scorn'd to be the Crowne below But would be compast in an Angels Crowne To make thee Angell-bright in deâ—re renowne Sweet Helicon my Braines quite overflow So shall thy Nectar them intoxicate And with a firy Wreathe bind thou my Brow That mak'st the Muse in Flames to fulminate While She with voice like Thunder rattles forth The Peales of Praises due to Poesies worth From this Foundation might my Muse transcend The ten-â—old Orbs of Heau'n eu'n to his Throne That 's all in All there should these praises end That higher praises might be His alone But such Transcendents are too high to climb For my tir'd Muses Wings that Le ts do lime Yet in my Sconce â— make your Rendeuous All words that may wing Praise with Angels Plumes And Iudgement ioyne them fast with Arts Mouth-gâ—ue That they may hold past Time that all conâ—umes But â— my Will all Words hâ—th ouershoâ— Then let my silence praise what Words cannot 13 WHiles in my Soule I feel the soft warme Hand Of Grace to shaw the Frozen dregs of Sin She Angell arm'd on Edens Walls doth stand To keep out outward Ioyes that would come in But when that holy Hand is â—ane away And that my Soule congealeth as before She outward Comforts seeks with Care each way And runs to meet them at each Sences Doore Yet they but at the first sight only please Then shrink or breed abhor'd Satiety But diuine Comforts far vnlike to These Do please the more the more they stay and Be Then outward Ioyes I inwardly detest Sith they stay not or stay but in vnrest â—4 It 's not Cocytus Riuer of sad teares Nor ought besides that may sense most torment Doth cause the feare of death or life indeeres In Epicures that sensually are bent But t is the relaps into Nullity Which of all griefs and miseries is chiefe To those that scoffe at immortalitie Sith in Not-being's Beings greatest griefe For what ioy is so great but the conceipt Of falling to his Infinition Of blacke Non-essence will confound it streight In those that thinke this life their Portion Sith then their Heau'n on their fraile life depends Their Heau'n must melt when they do minde their ends 15 MEn Worlds of Mould that fil the great Worlds Mold Creep like vile Wormes in whom is nought but Slime To find some Hole wherein to make their Hold VVhich found they fil then restlesse straite they climb Til hauing rais'd themselues about the Ground They open lye to be to dust dissolu'd As litle by great Clods to Dust are ground So Clods resolu'd to climb are soone resolu'd For litle Worlds that would deuour the great Break sith they cannot that huge Masse containe For they that Eat the Earth the Earth wil eat So Earth to quick is quickly dead againe Then in the Earth if Men wil be secure They must like Wormes straite Holes or death indure 16 VVHen Will doth long t'
YEt what a precious Pearle in Worlds account Pearle in the Worldes Eyes that doth blinde those Eyes Fraile Beautie is appeares by Beauties woont That Coulors now hir faults with Forgeries Did euer Sunne bright Eye of Heau'n yet see Complections in our Streets set Cried to sale Before these Times made them so vtter'd bee Which makes chast thoughâ—s good cheape as being stale If euer neuer was there such a Sunne Vnlesse the Deluge springing saw the same If then they coulord t was by it ore'runne To better it because it was too blame Those Waters varnisht it and made it cleane So wishe I varnisht euerie painted 39 BVt mad or desprate Muse what meanst thou thus To touch this Couloring with this hard Touch Sith that thou knowst some somwhat vertuous Do vse to Colour somwhat more then much Some good as great but neither great nor good For Greatnesse scornes hir goodnesse so to blot Do make their bloud dissemble with their bloud Which for a Colour seems what it is not Still worse worse ceasse ceasse foole-hardy Mue Thou art too biter so such Sweets to grieue Thinkst thou that those which thou dost so abuse Will euer grace thee much lesse thee relieue But ô did all as thou dost they should rest Rewards vnto themselues and please the best 40 LAte in a Lodging where I vs'd to lie A Picture pincht hung therein in my walk Which one way had a faire-Maides Phisnomy The other way an Apes which seemd to talk So that Face had two Faces in one Hood A faire Maides and an Apes which seem'd to me The Painter was not mad in mirry mood That vnder mirth hid graue morrahty For to my Thoughts that may with his agree He seem'd to touch our Apish painted Dames Who counterfet the Beauty which they see And make the Boords their faces to their shames But Wainscot Faces cannot blush a whit But when they lay on Red which feemeth It. 41 SWeet Beauty beare this bitterest abuse If thou abuse thy selfe why should not he Of whom thou hast in this Tract made good vse In gaudiest Colours by out-painting Thee Thou canst not hurt me more then by thy Looks Then thy good Looks I need not much to waigh My fight thy Back then Forepart better brooks Then when thou seest me turne some other way Vnto mine Eyes thou art a Cockatrice Who dost infuse through them into my Hart The vertue of thy powr which doth like Vice Wholy confound my single-double Part Then if thou wilt damnme for myne offence Look well on me to plague my Soule and Sence 42 SIth Good thou lou'st ô God Goods only Drift Why giu'st thou me a Mind which Ills depraue If Grace I cannot haue without thy guift Why plagu'st thou me for that I cannot haue Can my powr make thy Powr obedient be Myne being so fraile and Thine so infinite That maugre thine I might wrest Grace from Thee And with strong hand to rend from Thee thy Sprite O no! it cannot but it s in my powr To Sin and so to thrust thy Spirite from myne Then ô thou Fonnt of goodnesse on me powr What 's fâ—rre aboue my reache that Spirit of Thine If not I can but feare that can but fall So can despaire but cannot do withall 43 SOrrow the Salue and Sore of deadly Sin Sister of mercy Mother of Remorce Who by thy being lost dost Being win And through thy strengthes decay augmentst thy force Who while thou hurt'st thou healst together both So takst away thy Beeing with thy Beeing Who loath'st to loue because thou lou'st to loath That which doth giue thee sight or blinds thy seeing O thou sweet-Sowr-sowr sweet each way too true Sweeten that Sowr that sowrest death doth seek Make sweet sowr Sin by making Death hir due Dy sith I liue by Sin made truly meek For when-as Ill by Grace makes good our Mood Grace lets Ill Bee that so it may be good 44 TRue loue is Charity be gun to Be Which Is when Loue beginneth to be true But to the high'st growes louing-Charity When she the High'st alone doth loue to view O Charity that euermore dost flame In that dread Maiesties eternall Brest When by thy heate shal my Loue lose hir name And made to flame like Thee in restlesse rest Well featut'd Flesh too base a Subiect is For Sou'raign Loues diuine ay-blest imbrace The Loue of Flesh loues nought but flesh but this Loues nought that sauors of a thing so base Then be the Priest and as an Host I le dy Offerd to Heau'n in flames of Charity 45 SIth Truth it selfe cals this life sowr as vaine What is lesse sensible then Sence that deemes It Sweet sith so to sensual Sence it seems Which not a thought in one state doth remaine I see it such with Obseruations Eyes That ey the inside of all outward Showes Which cleerly showes Life ebs the more it flowes And when it longst hath lyued soonest dyes A King this Moment that Kings adorate The next a Corse Slaues loath to look vpon Then was he King but in opinion Which alters with the altring of his state O then sith Life is but a dreame of breath In this lifes Dream I le nought but dream of deth 46 THe Seas vnfit to saile on it too calme As it is when it is too turbulent Then the meane motion sets it so a walme As doth the Sailors Eare and Eye content So neither too calme nor too rough a Mind Giues Vertue VVay whose waies are in the Mean In Loue if Passion do not Reason bind Their Action to the Clouds commends the scean Hatred and Ire makes way and Le ts putback For Iustice and for Prowesse t' act their Parts Courage is cold and Iustice is but flack If Ire and Hatred did not stir their Harts Then sith Loues passâ—â—â— may with Reason hold Good reason we should loue as Reason would 47 IF Nature cannot make Desire to cease In Compasse of the Meane let Grace thy Guest Giue head where Excesse is the meane to peace And the Extreame the midst of endlesse rest For Grace hath Passion giu'n for Natures aide VVhile they in Vertues Compasse walke the Round And moue to Goodnesse when themselues are staid But otherwise they do their Stay confound For as excesse of Vertue is but Vice And too much of the best becomes the worst So extream Passion doth much preiudice And make them who haue most the most accurst Then if thou would â— be passionate and blest Passion must stir thee but in peace to rest 48 TO draw such Lines as will not hold the straine If they be stretcht vpon the Rack of Wit Is labour no lesse vilifide then vaine And for Times grac'd by finding fault vnfit But such to twist vpon the Wheele of Thought As may hold stretching though all Racks them straine Do grace their VVorker sith they are well wrought And â—â—â—wne of matter that drawes out the Braine Such Lines will reach if
with chast Embraces Come the Rector of my Soule VVhich Commands by thy Controule Who hast giun hir Reason power Oâ—e sweet Sin and Passion sower Come then Sweet let vs from hence Walke in Loues Circumference Till we may within the Center Do these Rights without aduenter The picture of Formosity WHo would my LOVES diuine Idea see So to diuine his humane fantasie Looke in these Lines which her delineate And see an heauuly Forme in earthly state Hir Haire Golds Qninteslence ten times refind In substance far more subtill then the Wind Doth Gloâ—ifie that Heauns Diuexity Hiâ— Head where Wit doth raigne inuincibly Her Front 's the Field wherein in loue contends True Grace and Grauity for gracefull Ends Whose doubtfull Conflict giues vndoubted grace To Loues extreamst Horizon hir sweet face On the declyning of this vpper Plaine Where Modesty in Maiesty doth raigne An heaunly Hemispheare ore Canopies Two Sunnes the Lights of earthly Paradise Who with the force of their faire influence Delight Mens inward light their outward sense In which faire Mirrors all Eyes loue to prie Sith there themselues they glad and glorifie Hir Cheekes Lyllies and Roses are too fowle For Similies t'xpresse true Beauties Soule For there that Soule imparadized lies Like Grace alone that made it ioy of Eyes Two Dimples like two Whirlepits there appeare More beauty to deuoure then Fleâ—h can beare Hir No'e the Gnomon of Loues Diall bright Doth by those Sunnes still shadow out that light That makes Times longest howres but Moments seeme Foâ— Months but Minuts Senses ioyd esteeme Hir Lips blush Cherries Currall Rubies blush For your Prim's far inferior to their Flush 〈◊〉 gaine the Prize if you with Them contend Whose Beauty 's more then Hues can comprehend Hir Teeth A Row of rarest Margarites Impale a Tongue that giue all Tongues their Rights From whom their Dialect deriues such grace As Eares it drawes with it from place to place VVho when she lifts with Balme-breaths Ambrosie Shee it enaires in Prose or Poësy That flow so boldly from her fluent Tongue As if they could not though they would go wrong But ô her Voice ô fie I wrong the same To call much more no more but by that name But briefly thus It is That of those Quires That wonder rap diuine and humanes Eares VVhich when she tunes to Siluer-sounding strings Hir voice much more then Siluer-sounding rings So that though she thereto her Voice doth fit Yet sweetest Strings she makes but foiles to it Hir Chin where GRACE hir glory brings about Is like a Promontory iutting out Into a Sea of Sweets hir Neck and Brest Where Beauties Billowes rest still in vnrest Whose seemly Swellings beating on this Point Doth Beauties Deluge seem to disappoint So BEAVTY sits in Dimple of this Chin To ouersee the Sweets this Sea within Who can but touch this Cape Cape of good Hope The way from thence to Pleasure lieth ope Which lieth on hir Lips which if Lips touche Pleasure her selfe will at that pleasure gruche Fall from these Eaues of BEVTYES heaunly house Where Grace and Natute are miraculous Along the Christall Columne that it staies Then Mount my Muse and fly ore Pleasures Seas Into Desires delicious Continent Where Loues Desire liues couertly content Hir Belly bounds the life of Loues desire With all the Comforts that it can require There is the Milky waie that doth direct To loues hid Court the Court of LOVES Elect Is is th' Olimpus where Sense-pleasing sweetes In actiue games to striue for glory meets Vpon the Toppe whereof Ioues Alter lies Where zealous Thoughts their Children sacrifize In slames of lawfull Lust to Lawlesse LOVE Where they with ioy sweete Martirdomes do proue Iust at the foote of this my Muses Mount There lies but what that doth my Muse surmount T' expresse It as It is without offence Such is this Secrets vnknowne Excellence But at Olimpus Foote runns Helicon Then thinke what makes good my Comparison With purest Thought and so perhapps yee shall Neere gesse from whence Loues Helicon doth fall Hir Thighâ—s bee snowy Standards gracefully great Which are strange Paradox congeal'd with Heate Whose Bases lifted vpwards hold on hic That Mount and Fount of Earthes felicitie And growing downwardes small or Taper-wise Two Pirameds reuersed make hir Thighes Whose Pointes depending on a Bony Bowle With motion meete them to and fro doth rowle The Biace of which Boowles doth make the Knees From whence Loâ—es lightest Muses take theÃr veeze To leape into those Seas which Cares destroy Where to be drownd is to be drunke with ioy Those well compacted Knees vnknowne to all Saue knowne by measures Geometricall Are Beauties Hinges which each Legge and Thighe VVith nimble-welmade â—oynts togeathertye So that faire Frame which on these Hinges playes Doth by a Consequent implie their praise Then from hir Knees slide downe hir Leggs alonge Dull muse that dost hir Partes perfection wrong And right them in Discription of this Parte VVhich in a worde surmounts Discriptions Arte Vnto hir Foote Perfections Pedestall No more nor lesse then keepes hir Corpes from fall VVhich for the quaint propoâ—tion doth perswade It rather is imagined then made Now from hir He ele to Head climbe back my Muse Alonge hir Back Parts and those Parts peruse With forwardâ— backwardnesse because they are More Common to hir Kind though no lesse rare Hir Butt but ô quick VVitt lend me a Worde That fairely may that Part a name afforde Fitt for the fairenesse of hir fowlest Parte But thinke what t is to spare new words of Arte To call them Hanches were but to prophane Their names that are for Globes-Celestiall tane For they are so composd by Natures Skill That Agent mixt with Azure them do fill But leaue these Partes lest partlie some perceaue That I am lothe these pleasant Partes to leaue And scale Beauties * Meridian which doth lie Vpon theis Christall Heauns pluralitie There Lock the * Side-railes of this totall Frame VVithin a * Propp that vpright holds the same And for that Propp of many Ioyntes consists It seemely stands or bowes which way shee lists She bows to all yet none can make hir bowe For with the high Shee s high and low with lowe VVhose Back beares witnesse that hir Brest is such That stifly stands or bows still more then much A Trench wise Nature in the same hath Cutt Where all the hottest Shot of Loue are shutt That can orecome what ere their force withstand And though by Loue coÌ„maunded Loue Command Vpon the Margâ—ns of this Trench do â—e That slow lie by degrees mount meanely highe Beauties faÃre Walkes or DaÃzie couerd Downes Whereto She flies for solace when She frownes And all alonge downe to the Posterne Gate Where Nature thrusts out that which shee doth hate Beauties do run neat Bace
and kindlie take Each other Prisners for sweete Beauâ—ies sake Hir Shoulders broade whereto hir Armes are knitt Within whole Circuit Ioy doth sadly sitt Because that Ioy shee will impaâ—t to none But vnto Fames Superlatiues alone Along those Armes like Armes of Seas and Brooks RuÌ„ne the blew Vaines with many branching Crooks VVhich in a Soile with Milk cleane ouerflowne Do darkly make those Riuers Channells knowne But ô hir Hand which my Muse Captiue holds And drownes hir in drieâ—moisture in the Folds Is a mâ—ere Laborinth of Faries farre sought That yeelds no comming out 〈◊〉 wandring Thought â—hat Hand in faire Hands can so show hir mynd That in that show Witt may Witts Substance finde And handles so eache praised Instrument As Shee of them had supreame gouerment What should I speake of other Qualities Done bly that Hand the Hand of Sciences Sith no Skill that doth Greatnesse glorifie But hir Hand can their rarenesse â—arifie The Tables of those Hands LOVES Tables are Hir fingers are the Points both whitest Ware Whose Sides are edged with the sweetest Aire So to distinguish them more sweete pure faire Here LOVE at Tick-tack plaies or at Queensâ—game But Irishe hates for hauing Trickes too blame Here Hee casts Doublets Double Points to take The Hart and Hand both which an end do make Of all LOVES Games saue â—hen the Vies are paid Hee playeth with the Prize for which he plaide But to paint out hir Part these Parts within I might much more then Zeuxis glorie winn But as he drew a Vaile vpon that Parte Hee could not show by Coulors nor by Arte So must I do aud say nay sweare it is Vertue Contracted to abstracted Blisse For all hir Parts are the true Properties Of diuine Grace and Princlie Qualities O Dull Inuention how dost thou abuse This Queeâ—e of Beauty Subiect of my Muse For that too base is eache Comparison Arre yeelds too blaz on Natures Paragon Then ô Inuention make my Muse confesse Shee 's more then Arte and Nature can expresse So not as I began my Songe I ende My LOVES Idea none can comprehend In Loue is no Lothsomnes IF but no more then base Bum-fiddling Respected were in Loues delicious Sceane Then at the Close such irksome piddling Would make the Acte as odious as obscene For might my Muse with modestie demaund VVhaâ— pleasure takes fraile Sense in In 's ynough To point at That which all do vnderstand A sport if sport it bee as rude as rough And what feeles Flesh but Fleshe and what is that Though made in height of Natures Arte and pride But Dunge and Dustâ— bee it or leane or fatt And who to fall to such Filth can abide But say that Mother Nature doth procure For procrertions sake hir fleshly Broode To ioyne together in this Acte impure Yet is it farre lesse gracefull then its good For did not Adams Aples iuyce infect Our perfectst bloud in being ming'd with it VVee should not this affect nor sâ—â—rse effect As beeing for pure Saints Edenizd vnfitt Then should no ioy-pain'd tickling of the Sense Like that of Arme-pitts payning vs with pleasure Haue drownd our Feeling with the Confluence Of lustfull pleasures flouds sunck in Displeasure VVee should not then lie soaking in Shames * Soile And melting inlaciuious Extaâ—ie Nor should with heat of Lust our Liuers boile Till our life-bloud bee quite dâ—â—d vp thereby Nor should the Marrowâ—Malady consume That Oile of life that makes vs strong and freshe Nor should wee neede our Garments to parâ—ume To cloke the stinck of our still-rotting Fleshe No Loue hath in it vertue more Diuine And the Beloud more Cause of deere dâ—light Where Vertue sits enthrond in Beauties Shine To make each others splendor double bright There Modesty to Maâ—â—sty is knit And Venus Dian Claspes with chast embrace There stayed Wisedom's matcht to nimble Wit Aud Nature â—hequers vp all gifts oâ— Grace Now in such Confluence of Diuine graces That do beheaun the Hart entrance the Mind How can base slesh once mind fleshly embraces When sleshly Motions these stayd Vertues bynd VVere Flesh pâ—rswaded that an Angell were In Womans Forme within hir Couerture Could she desire to know a Thing so cleere With other knowledge then diuine and pure No no she could not though she were inflamd With Fire that kindled Zodoms hellish fire She could not no though she sought to be damd Through hir desires so damd a deed desire No more can Loue haue mind of hatefull Lust When as hir Obiect is Angelicall But then it doth embrace as needs it must That Obiect with Armes supernatuâ—all This is the highest Heaun of humane Loue Which none but diuine Creatures seeke to proâ—e Essaies vpon certaine Sâ—ntences Amans quid cupiat scit 〈◊〉 sapiat non videt WOuldst thou wise Husâ—and haue thy mariage Bed Without Saciety to giut 〈◊〉 Then Thou and It â—ust oft be â—undered VVith Loue 〈◊〉 â—eaue to â—ake Loue more intire For no ioy vnâ—◠〈◊〉 but saâ—iâ—tes The more it is the 〈◊〉 while it endures And the lesse 〈◊〉 the more it consolates The truth whereof too wel-knowne proofe aâ—lures Too much of what so ere produâ—d by Naâ—ure Makes Nature too too much 〈◊〉 ordered Too much of Venus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and stature In the Ingendrers and 〈◊〉 And Fire and Flax must â—lame it they do touch And Men and Women ioyne that bare embrace Who then do seldome part befoâ—â— too much Their deerst Embracements doth too much debase To wed a wife and not to Bed her too VVere too vnkind a part for Grooms to play To woo and not vse that for which we woo Were Faith and Hope through strange Loue to betray But yet to Bed hir and to Lie still by her Is more vnkindly done then not to Bed hir And better were it for Thee quite to fly hir Then not to vse hir well when thou hast wed hir And well thou dost not vse hir she may deeme If well thou dost not then thy selfe approue And though of Action she may carelesse seeme Yet may she feare thy slouth is sin in loue Then must Temptation on thy weaknesse work If still thou Bed or rarely Bed thy Wife In each of which Temptation still doth lurke And all Temptation tendeth but to Strife Then they from strife are free that can and will In marriage Duties vse the Golden Meane For so their Loue is without Measure still And Soules and Bodies are as stronge as cleane But all that married are haue not the Guiâ—t So to Deuide themselues sith Bedds some haue But for them selues poore Soules wherewith they shift Who being One haue Two but on 's their Graue In reason these should be togeather thrust Sith they are onely rich in cold Desire Who lie togeather more for heaâ—e then Lust Heate that comes only fâ—om Afflictions fire Fleshe these do touch as oâ—t as Fâ—eshe they tast That 's seld God wott so Flesh and they are Two A blessed
him a Make On whome awake for ioy his Hart doth melt And seeing Hir for all he saw â—e knew Bone of my Bone Flesh of my Fleshâ—said he This Creature is for in my selfe the grew And as my selfe I le loue hir while we Be. This nay alas This naught is to the Good That He enioyed in that earthly Heauâ—t Which by Mans Thought cannot be vnderstood Whereof alas we through him are bereaun For He was wâ—rn'd but one Tree not to touch The Tree of Knowledge by which well he knew He naked was and sham'd to know so much For Shame doth Euil euermore ensue Then euil was it that he knew and did When through his serpentine seduced wife He tasted of The Tree which was forbidd So Lost wee with Him Paradice and life None otherwise then by our Lawes wee see The Sons plagu'd for the Sires successiuely For if the Sire a proued Traitor be Hee s plagu'd him selfe and his Posterity Which with highst Iustice iust proportion holds So wills the Highst whose Will giues Iustice formâ— Whose Grace true Iustice euermore infolds Then neither can or will he It deforme Hence comes it that from Loue we fall to Lust Fowle Lust that 's but the Excrement of Loue And hence it is we proue in both vniust When Lust another Way our Mind doth moue Thus was a Woman made the Instrument Wherewith the Deuil did mans Eare allure To heare the Syren Sins first Straines consent Which drue him on to Death which vve endure And vvhat but Wo-men cause our Sonnetting Wherein we show vvhat languishnes vve haue Within our Soules for them which often bring Our Minds to naught and Bodies to the Graue Whose Tongues drue vertue from the Tongue of Eue If it be Vertue vvhich to Vice doth draw To make vs loue then What they List belieue For Lou's as free from Reason as from Law O VVo-men that vvere made but for Mensâ—ake To helpe and comfort them in weale and wo Why do your selues your selues their plaguers make And Crosse the Cause of your creation so Do not o do not so degenerate From what ye should be by creation You giue vs life and life abbreuiate So make and mar our Generation But if you wil be like your Mother Eue. When you haue vs vndone helpe vs to liue In iudicando criminosa est celeritas TO cut off life by Law of such whose Crimes Fall out as euill from an hopefull good May proue though iust iniurious to the Times Wherein they liue in deed or likelihood For Iustice though she equall be to all Yet by aduice of Prudence she doth spare Hopefull Delinquents though they fowly fall Only because they oft most hopefull are For had Miltiades at first bin slaine When he in Chersonesus tyranizd Where had the Battaile bin got on the Plaine Of Marrathon that 's so immortalizd Or els had Cimon or Themistocles Bin done to death for their lasciuious life For vvhich proscribd was Alâ—ibiades How had the Athenians conquest been so rise The Battailes neere the flood Eurimedon Had not bin gaind to their past gaineful good Nor from the Mountaine Artemision Had they sent streaming downe their Foe-mens Bloud For royall Mynds greate Harts and actiue Haâ—ds With nimble Wit among can nought effect But what with wonder if not glory stands Sith meane Attempts they do as base reiect Nor can their Natures motion idle be That is so restlesse quick and violent Still working like a Billow of the Sea Til it bee staid in some moode premanent But as vnskilfull Husbandmen reiect The fattest Grounds sith they beare Weeds or woâ—se When expert'st Husbands those in chiefe ellect Sith well they wott fatt Grounds make fatt their Purse So do at first greate Witts and haughtie Sprights Produce strange fruits that feede butâ—leane Decay Which wee detesting weene they had their rights To bee cut off and ridd out of the way Which doth proceede from iudgment most deprau'd Though in desire that Iustice might take place Sith if those Men had bin in mercie saud They for that mercie might their Countrie grace For when with Iudgments best-discerning Eye Wee see good matter in an euill Man As Courage VVitt and great actiuitie Wee long must hope he will do wel that can For Age with Vertue is Cooperatiue Youths prone to Vice sith Vice doth cocker it So they in time great matters may achiue That may their King and Kingdome benefit Then each wise Iudges iudgment hath this scope To spare the hopelesse Felon full of hope Fortuna vitrea est quae cum splendet frangitur Publi _â— GREATNESSE what great Good dost thou containe â—allure the VVill to bee in loue with thee â—st souraigne-Good to bee a Soueraigne VVhen high'st degree of Ills threats that Degree VVho buyes a Crowne with neuer-ending Care Buyes Gold too deere by al that Life is worth For Care doth nought but Life to Death prepare Yet vnprepard to meet Death flieth foorth For Kingdoms Cares so many are and great That they constraine the Thought but them to mind That though vntimely Death they do beget Yet Thought though free from thought thereof they bind Then ô my Soule poore Soule ritch in Conceit Which dost conceiue Kings glittering misery To be as t is false pomp true perils Baite Suffice thee still with meere Sufficiency Make me aswell content to be the least As others are well pleasd the Greatst to be Sith Man in honor liues and dies a Beast For Men proue oft base Beasts in high degree Let mine ambition reach but to Content And that Content reach but the Mean to touch That 's All sith it s omni-sufficient More meet for richest Mynds then more then Much There may I fiâ—t by Vertues surest side For in the Meane sheedoth hir selfe install Secure from wrack while those that Scepters guide Do find no meane betweene their Rise and Fall VVhere I may all vnseene see all the rest Of this Worlds Reuolutions and make vse Of Best and VVorst discreetly for my best And store my Mind with Matter for my Muse Like a Spectator that doth fitt at ease Secure vpon the Shore and thence doth see How others are neere sincking on the Seas In ceaslesse Stormes that full of danger bee Or like a looker on a Tragedie VVithin the Middle Roome among the Meane I see the fall of State and Maiesty VVhile mongst the Presseâ—a Piller sure I leane So see I others sorrowes with delight Though others sorrowes do but make me sadd But plagues to see which on our selues might light Free from their fall makes Nature grieuing gladd Where while I see some Phaeton striue to guide The Sunne of Souraigntie I see him set All in Combustion so dissolues through pride All Mouers causing his Ambitions heate Where I may see but late-Court-Minions Liue like to Spunge hard squizd aliue and dead Through change of Kings or Kings opinions For when their Heads fail off off falls their Head Or if they find more
Vertue for hir selfe and not for Fame That as an Hand-maide hir attendeth still I chiefly do desire and let my name Die in hir life so shee may make my Will And with hir leaue to giue and make no waste My Time to draw Diuine Lines to the last An Ode in commendation of Musick O Sacred Musick Nurse of Raptures highe Which feedst the Soule with diuine Symphony What Words can prayse Thee Whose Vertue tunes the discord of the Spheares And ties therto Diuine and Humane Eares Then can Winde raise Thee Whose sweetest Aires do breathe foorth Wonders Winde Which mounts aboue itselfe the heauiest Minde In spight of Nature Whose holie Accents are so full of force As can the Soule from Body quite deuorce Of sullen st Creature VVhat is so dull of Sprite that hath but life That loues thee not Or who so full of strife To hate thy Concords Sith thou art Shee who with Soule-pleasing Straines All petuerse Passions of the Mind constraines To cease their Discords Our Soules whome some suppos'd but Musicke were Because they moned are as It doth steere Do glorifie Thee The sacred Quires that ring about the Throne Of that more â—acred ESSENCE Three in One Do sanctifie Thee That Holy Holy Holy which They crie That are Sub-chaunters of Heau'ns Hermony Records thy glory VVhat shall I say both Heau'n and Earth conspires To raise the same past reach of what aspires If transitorie And in a VVorde if I mightcensure Thee That next my Neerest art beloud of mee Thou art that Pleasure VVho in thy sweetest Notes as well I note Hast like that Blisse that by sweete Concord's got Nor Meane nor Measure Nihil tam bene dictum quod non fuit dictum prius WEre all the VVits that mortall Braines immure By supposition or in Deed made one Yea though they vvere most subtile made and pure By al the Helpes that Wit can think vpon They could not though they did themselues distract VVith strayning hard a new Inuention frame For each new Deed doth turne into some Act In some yeares compasse past before the same Our Actions and Inuentions are fast fixt Vnto the Spheare of Vniformity Though oft the same with Diffrences be mixt Yet they with Like past hold conformity Foâ— as the heaunly Orbs in vvheeling cause The Stars to meet in oft coniunction For from the like the like Time often drawes That rightest vvere in opposition So do our Words and Deeds vvith Turnes of Time Turn in 't themselues then out then in againe And as a VVheele doth roundly fall and climb So Fashions out of vse come in amaine VVe cannot think of that hath not bin thought For our more studious Ancients straind their Braines Beyond ours reache though vve in vaine haue sought To straine our VVits beyond their VVisedoms Straines To instance vvould but breed satiety But breefly Lett vs cite some fevv For All VVho hath past Plato in Philosophy VVho Homer for the Arte Poeticall In Oratory Craft vvho hath out-stript The Facher of the Romaine-eloquence Whose Tongue and Pen were so in Hony dipt That now we lick him to make sweet our Sense Then for the Mathematicks who compares With Archimedes Wonder of all Times And who for Musick with Amphion dares Play for the Prize whose fame past Wonder climbs What Painter will not blush a Line to draw With Zeuxis whose bright name bright Fame doth dim What Imager would not seem rude and raw Before Pigmalion if he wrought with him By this small Touch we well may tast the Whole Huge Body-politick of Arts-men past Which is a like through out which Bodies Soule Holds all that All are learning to the last We may suppose w'haue lighted on a Vaine Without this Body when out Muse doth flo In some Inuention past the modern Straine But Self-conceit makes vs imagin so For read All extant and if some or all Of thy Conceit were not comprizd in some Thou art a Spirit and no Man Naturall Who speaks as he is taught or els is dumbe This idle-painfull-foolish-witty Worke Pardon mee Patience to call it so I may conceaue in no Conceit did lurk Before from mine it thus made run did flo But God doth know on whose Vaine I haue lighted I know not sith I know I know non such Yet For indiâ—ing I may be indited For taking That which I ought not to touch If so I haue it vvas through ignorance Of vvhat right Others had to what I haue And if Theirs be my Wits poore maintainance Proue it and I am theirs to spiâ—l or saue But some there are that take most greedily From the old Store sith they know Nought is new If then they vvrite both vvel and speedily They but engrosse the Deeds that others drew Yet sooth to say how euer some may vaunt They scorne to steale yet They yea and their Heires Take by their leaues and yet the World inchant VVith coniâ—â—ing VVords to think it only Theirs Old Pictures well refresht do seem as new And none but Artists know them to be old Then they earne praise as those that first them drew VVho make them newly their old beauty hold Theâ—s nothing new no not so much as Sin For what sin now is done but hath bin done VVhen the VVorlds Face was vvasht for soile therein VVhich from most fowle to Filthier far did run And though the VVorld doth vvax stil worse and vvorse It s since that Deluge vvhich then scowrd hir Scums And so it must grow vvorse and vvorse perforce Vntil hir second and last clensing comes Which being by Fires as erst vveake VVaters Mean It euer after shalâ—â— nevv and cleane Inough's as good as a feast WEE Bowes vnbend and flack the Viols Strings That vsed so wee them may longer vse Then if our Muse be euer on her VVings She wil the lesser while flye like our Muse. The body by repletion compotent And by Euacuation fit for it Successiuely doth Nature most Content So must we vse the Minde the Muse the Wit Then here an end of that which we began On no Foundation that had any ende But such as makes our Muse an Artizan That can in euery Kinde her self transcend But ô light Rimes bee darke to all but those That can your Rime and Reason wel dispose Iucundum nihil est nisi quod refict varietas FINIS Hee is truly liberalâ— aud maguanimous vvhich delights more in good renovvne the money Seneca That bounty and beneficence that stands in trauaile diligÌ„â—â— is both mâ—rehonesâ— and also spreades further is able to profit morâ— Cicero As the touchâ— stoâ— trieth gold so gold trâ—eth men Plato He is a vicious persâ— saith S. Aâ—â—gustine that atten â—deth only his ovvne profit Haire Head Forehead Face Eybrovve Eyes Cheekâ— Nose Lips Teeth Tongue Voice Chin. Neck and Brest Paps * Neck * Bozome * Belly Nauel Thighes Apple of the kâ—ee Knees 〈◊〉 â—oote Buttocks â—ir back Ribbs Rigebone The holous of the back bone The onâ—ward hollounes of the back Shonlders Armes Vaines Table of the had â—ingers To stire vp throughly the stincking puddle of the filthie manners of vvâ—â—tons it would turne vp the stomackes of the â—onest and chast bearers through the hatefull villanous souâ—d theâ—of Pitâ—a Solon the excellent Lavv-giuer would haue mâ—n keeâ—e cöpaâ—â—â— vith their 〈◊〉 in bâ—d but thrice â— moneth that liâ—e as Cities States vse after a certaine time betvvene to renevv their leagues confederacies one vvith another So hee vvould haue loue to procure the man to be a continuall vvoer to the vvife to keepe avvay the Monster Sacieâ—y gilt 〈◊〉 The outvvard gâ—â—â—ment of bâ—s Flesâ— suppressing the Soules vnderâ—standinâ— on in direct â—elpâ—s 〈◊〉 Lavv. The â—ld and nevv TestameÌ„t Instructa inopia est in diuitijs eupiditas * 〈…〉
odds that makes the Striuers chast And makes them liue well though it them vndoo Now if this Lore dislikes some youthfull Blouds That still do boyle with heate of Loue or Lust Which must bee coold still in Lusts running Floudds Then must they do perforce what needs they must Yet let them know to know each other so Both Grace and Nature thereby takes offence A man may make his Wife well lett that go The name of Whore fitts not Obedience But Marriage is by Heau'n aucthorized Sith by the Heau'n-wright wrought in Paradice Then who deâ—iles Hir vndeâ—iled Bedd Makes hir not vertueus but a Vaile for Vice And Ouer-much doth ouer much Defile That blessed Bedd which Grace doth purifie Then lett not Sinne oremuch it selfe beguile To think that Bedd so much doth sanctifie And if that any man a wife hath gott That lookes but for so much accurst is Hee And Wiues that haue like Husbands to their Lott 〈◊〉 like vccuâ—st so both accursed bee The one by 〈◊〉 accurst by Happ the other So both are cuâ—st though in a 〈◊〉 Kinde But blessed Faâ—her and a blessed Mother Those 〈◊〉 by Happ may make if blest in mind Then if wee ought before a Friend we choose To eare much Salt with him him all to tast Wee neede to eate ten times as much 〈◊〉 those Whose All wee make our All vntill our last For in that Match our selues wee make or marre Then had wee neede to leaue before wee take That 's leaue our Choise by choosing better farre Then leaue our life ere faith or Choise forsake Now you that yet are free must needs bee bound To him that hath thus freed you ere this Tye From casting Anchor where you may bee drownd In Seas of Lust and waues of Miserie Bee sure of Seaâ—roome ere these Surges swell That may lie hidd in deep'st profunditiâ—s Keepe well that Compasse that may guide you well In mists of Loue to cleere Felicitie The fairest Face hath not still fairest grace Nor yet the Black in show still black in Deede Who oft are bright in Mind though black in Face And oft the fairâ—st Flowers beare blackest Seede Then lest faire Coulor coulor fowlest Vice Iudge thou of Coâ—lors by clecre Iudgments Eye If Coulor should to dâ—ath thy life entice Die without Coulor ere for Coulor die So shalt thou liue and neuer coulor dying Which show of life thy life still glorifying Be not ielou ouer the wife of thy bozome neither teach hir by thy meanes an euill Lesson Ecclus. 9. 1. You that do choose your Wiues as sometimes I Haue chosen 〈◊〉 That is for Beauties sake And in your Choise mind but Carnalitie You make a Match to marre and marre to make Yee marre your selues by making such a Match Yet marre your selues to make your selues but Beasts Then in your turning Beasts oft Hornes yee catch Which the Head beares how ere the Hart disgests For if you needs will VViue for VVantonnesse Then needs you must haue VVantons to your VViues And it your 〈◊〉 so well loue Lusts excesse 〈◊〉 â—â—tt They loue what you loue as their liues But were they good by Kinde their Kinde you change And make them oueâ—kinde so ouernought You learne them stâ—ange Tricks and they teach as strange To others that do learne but what you taught Therein like good Wiâ—es they divulge your Skill â—ecause you should bee knowne to be good Dooers Then blame them not sith they for meere goodâ—will Do show their Husbands Conning to their Wooers Nor will they take to teach but giue to learne Some other Tricks of others skild therein Wherewith to please their Husbands and to earne Their Liuing if neede bee for Slouch is sinne These Good-ones are made so by teachers ill Too good aâ— all things that are good for nought If their meanes â—ail yet can thee liue by Skill Which being Light shall lightly well be wrought But ô fraile Fleshlings Husbands Hard-heads Bawdes Note but the end of your laciuious Match Yoâ—â— Wiues gett Emralds Rubies and such Gawdes Which you of them and they of others catch Shame and Confusion with a Pox Disioynes Your dam'd Coniunction which doth quite deuide From Heau'n your Soules from Health your lothsome Loynes To teach eache Groome to choose a better Bride â—or who so euer drownes his Spirit in Fleshe VVhen hee doth handle Flesh to fitt his gripe Shallserâ—ed bee with Trickes still fresh and freshe Vntill he stinck as stale or rotten-ripe And in thy Choise thy Choise to handle so Thou 〈◊〉 so well bâ—â—eru'd and â—erued well Th 〈◊〉 by hir which thou didst Loue to kno N 〈◊〉 now to loue or loue as knowen well I speake not of the Bralls and Discontents â—â—hat 〈◊〉 which still doth Lust belott â—oth breede twixt them through their misgouerments Though they Want not That is they want them not Then 〈◊〉 Misâ—â—is bee what likes hir best Though Lust loues not to serue best Mistrises But let thy Wife in whome thou wouldst be blest Bee farre from Trickes and Toyes and Fantazies And looke not in hir Eyes for Lookes tâ—alure Except thine Eyes b'alurd with modest Lookes But looke to see through them hir Spirit pure So maist thou coniure Spirits vp by those Bookes That may thy Hart to pure affection moue And in Loues Compasse Compasse endlesse Loue Non est eiusdem multa opportuna dicere Erasmus Chiliad SIth all my Thoughts are but my Mindes Conceits And my Conceits but motions of my Mind How is it that my Minde in hir Receits Takes not for Currant Thoughts well Coynd by Kinde Is it because their Mettall is but meane Sith they are forgd but by fraile Fantasie Or eâ—s because their temper is vncleane Or all in one their value vilisie What ere it bee it makes my Thoughts to muse That beeing stampt by Arte and forgd by Kinde My Minde should yet as base the same refuse Or naile them vp where they no passage finde The cause I thinke which Thought may Currant runne Is sith â—hee is a Queene of Fleshe and Bloud Shee will haue nought lest all should bee vndone Alow'd by hir that is not great and good Then how escape these counterset Conceits Base for ther Stuff and rugged for their Stampe Out of hir Mynt alow'd by Iudgments Weightes They scape through Passions Mist and Errors Dampe But can a fault excusâ—d bee by a fault The lesser by the greater faâ—re ô no Then this excuse sith downe-right it doth halt For Currant with the Vpright cannot go But i st a fault to Loue as t is to hate Nor Loue nor Hate are faultie being iust â—ut â—is a fault to loâ—es if too too late â—â—cause suâ—h loue looks too like hatefull Lust â—hen iâ— I â—oue as Loue is vnderstood My Vndeâ—standing much misguides my Will Which oâ— hir 〈…〉 blind 〈◊〉 goes to good 〈…〉 Then â—is the bâ—ame of blind Inteâ—ligence And whatâ— the cause Inâ—elligence is blind It blindâ—d is by misreport of
Sâ—nce â—or that doth blind the Soule and lame the Mind But must I sensuall 〈◊〉 to seem excus'd â—hen woâ—se and worse falls ouâ— mine ill excuse â—were better say by Loue I am abusd 〈◊〉 I to loue haue offâ—ed much abusâ— Abusd by Loue without my Lustâ— consent That is too strange a strength for Loue or Lust And eithers powr in me is impotent â—oâ— how boileâ— Bloud that long since is addust Wel be it as it may it seems my might Giues way to what it would not what it should Which on the bent of my Minds Motions light Puts these right Lines of Loue which long will hold But iâ— they breake when my Mind is vnbent Now shal they breake for I eu'n now repent Qualis vir talis oratio FAces do not more varrie in their Formes Then Wits in shapes though most be shapelesse Wits For breeding base oft well-shapt Wit deformes So 〈◊〉 comes off comly but by fits And 〈◊〉 oâ—t part are better fed then bred But they that feeding want want Wit and Wealth Then most Mens Wits are most il-fauoured And what they show by Wit they show by stealth Yet many Members oâ— that Blockâ—head Body The Multitude write idly without stint And he that 's not in Pâ—int they hold a Noddy Because themselues are Noddies still in Print Some Ryme in rage which rage puts Reason downe Yet puts not Reason downe in their Rymes rage These Arrs run rough but their Rimes if their owne With reason rnnne like a thwart Marriage Yet if too smooth be this smart Simily Although it be as rough as Rage or VVrack Their Rymes and Reason then runne like a Cry Of brayning Beasts that Rime and Reason lack Yet will they force Minerua not by Arte But forâ—e or feare of their wittes strength or stature For so these Asses weene to take their part So like the Giants â—ight gainst God and Nature Some make in Prose greate Tomes their witâ—s t'intomb To bee as Monuments of Witt for euer Yet sith those Monuments no Witt enwombe Being quite consumed they continue neuer The moâ—'s the pitty that such stately Tombes That of haue* gold without though drosse within Should bee gazd on by Leaâ—â—ings drugging Gromes And by their Engin razd ô dâ—â—dly sinne Minerua bleâ—â—e my Booke Witts Monâ—ment A little Monument for lesser Witt From such vsurpiâ—g Benâ—clarkes violent Lest â—hey pul out Wittes ere 's their turnes to fit Yet will I leaue it them while fearelesse I To â—ury goe in expedition To trie their trúth or taste their Tyranny The woâ—st is Eylesse deposition And if it happ I hope Ile Sion gaine Sith I the Cause of Sion will maintaine When the ritch man speakes euery man holds his tongue and what he saith is praised vnto the Clouds c Ecclus. 13. 24. THe Tongue of tâ—uth hath said hen true it is Though Indigence could speake like Salomon The VVorld is mute or saies he speakes amisâ—e Sith but the golden Asse speaks well alone Thus golden Asses clawd by Claw-backs are Where they do ytch and but for clawing itch Yet like lades pinch each other being baâ—e And so the Riâ—ch are praisd by poore and ritch 〈…〉 Wings of Sunâ—bâ—ight Seraphins 〈…〉 Peâ—s and make them Nectar flow 〈…〉 not gult like Cherubins 〈…〉 in deed but sink in show 〈…〉 World is wise herein Though wise â—â—â—ein more then most wickedly 〈◊〉 Detraction is esteemd no sin So â—hat the great be greatly praisd thereby 〈…〉 greatly praisd when all but Theirs 〈…〉 is how lawdable soere Their 〈◊〉 â—hough Crabs are sweet with Apple squires 〈…〉 for Loue and Loue for meed or feare They may be bold they woâ— well with the poore 〈◊〉 pack-horsâ—s beare when Asses bray Thâ—y 〈◊〉 may wince but they can do no more And for their wincing They on them may lay â—ut heer 's the comfort vpright after â—imes Vpright sith that which Is not no way bends Will Lawrell-Crowne them for their roiall Rimes â—or Enuies selfe Desert if dead commends Then Rimes how ere vnroial run you on You may in time perhaps come neer that Crowne Meane while look for no Coronation â—ut such as Enuy giues high-borne Renowne Yet with your Wit those after times perswade That some were mard perhaps eâ—e al were made Vpon Apparitions in the Night YE gâ—izly Ghosts that walk in shades of Night Like Shades whose Substance though quite Matterlesse The dayly fowle Offender doth aftright Why make ye Darknesse Paper for your Presse Do you imprint in Blacknesse blacker formes Of matters worse or in our Fantaziâ— â—mpresse ye Figures raising Horrors stormes Or how in darknesse come you to the Eye Do you but show or show in Substances Thicken you Aire and so a Shape assume Or creepe you in some Corprall Efâ—ences Or els the Sight deceaue with lesse then Fume And why ô Hell hounds range you in the Night Out of Earthes Center your infernall Hold Lothe ye the Sunne a or is the day too light To do your deeds of Darknesse as ye would Can ye dead Bodies truly actuate And so such Bodies borrow of the Saints Or can ye Wicked Bodies animate So take from God the cause of his Complaints For if you Soules infuse into the iâ—l You are the Father of their Spiâ—ites and God Complaines without cause that â—hey crosâ—e his Will Nor are they vnder naturally his Râ—dd But He it is alone that Soulâ—â— crâ—ates Without whome nought was made that made hath bin And Bodies good and Badd he animates Only he made not Death first made by Sinne. And what is Sinne but only meere Defect So Sinne is nought then nought hath Death begott And Nothing should in sense haue no effect So Sinne and Death Nought made and Nought Is not I would it were not but too true it is But is as Canker doth to Siluer cleaue So you fowle â—iends that loue such Filth as this Do leaue no Sinners that no sinne do leaue The purest Places you do hold an Hell And Places most impure you Heau'n esteeme The one do plague the other please you well And so of deeds of either Kinde you deeme To be among the the deads Graues you are gladd Wherein youâ—seeke their senslesâ—e Bones to griue And loue to rattle them in signe you had The Conquest of Mankind through Adams Eâ—ue So by a Woman your familier Y' are now familier with Men night and Day And which of both Familiers worse do warre With Men and Reason it is hard to say These femine Familiars but too oft Torment vs men as if you friends they were Whose hard harts plac'd in their faire Bodies soft Plague whom that Beauty doth to them indeere Yet some so filthy are that they are best When they are worst that is when fowle defame With vse of trading ill their Trade hath ceast Then with a Pox they liue Chast to their shame Thus haue we got double Familiars Women and Diuels by a VVomans pride Both which familiarly vvage