Purse or Parts or all the Bodie quight VVhere 's no Foe to oppunge what conquest iâ—t But where be many great Ones there to fight And with a Kingly courage them resist O such an one is a true Martialist How easie this is sedd who doth not see How Arte may picture Vertue all perceaue But to inspire hir with vitalitee This none but onely Gods haue powr to geue From whom alone shee doth her life receaue O deere Liege that I could as faine I would Make Vertue lively then by thy good leave Thou should'st not leave me wretch sith then I could Leaue all the World to serue thee as I should Then would I with a never vvearied Eye Help thee to watch from wolues thy Flocke to keepe Thy Flocke is great and Wolues may lurckiâ—g lye In each darke Corner to devoure thy Sheepe But blest were he that would could dive deepe Into th' Abissâ— of ev'ry darke device While thou gav'st Nature necessarie sleepe To feele their Snares to catch Lures t' intice So make them knowne that would thee preiudice Diue diue to Hell blacke Hels inhabitants Children of darkenesse that envie our light Albion's no place for such blacke Miscreants For God and Man there with not for you fight Then doe your selues ensconse in endlesse night There stand vpon your guard guarded with â—iends â— That guard grieue you both at once with spight There shall yee feele smart of Gods fingers ends Sith divine Iustice deeper nere descends Deere Loue sweet Lord goodnes-surmounting God How stands this Land oblig'd vnto thy loue This little-great Land or great-little Clod Thou more regard'st it seemes theÌ„ heav'n aboue For there thou plaguedst sinne as Angels proue Bâ—t though this Isle doth flote on seas of sinne Thou mou'd with loue froÌ„ it dost plagues remoue As if against the streame thou wouldst it winne To perfect goodnesse and to rest therein O bow our Harts of steele make them well bent That they may through thy hart shoot shâ—fâ—s of loue And wound the same with loue most violent But what neede that sith now the same we proue But yet sith thou such shooting dost approue And by thy lawes alone its lawfull game Let aâ—l the shafts of our indevors roue At thy harts whitest loue sith in the same Consists our game grace glory ioy and fame Gaine for all 's gain'd in thy all-giving loue Grace for Gods loue is mans extreamest grace Glorie for thou do'st glorifie thy loue Ioy sith they needs must ioy whom ioies embrace And â—ame for Fame ensues the loue of Grace All these winne we if we thy loue doe win Then should we draw our Soules out of sins Case And be'ng well bent shoote loue-shafts at the Piâ— Of thy deere loue which lies thine hart within Orecome vs Lord in kindnesse let thy grace Ever triumph ore our vngrac'ousnesse So wee le triumph in that gracious disgrace Giving all glorie to thy graciousnesse And loue and feare thy dread almightynesse Let not these Blessings greater make thy Curse Against our inbred base vngratefulnesse O let not thy grace make vs worse and worse But to be gracious let it vs enforce These super-supererogating Workes Proceeding from thy sup'rinducing loue Might make vs though farre worse then Iewes or Turkes To entertaine them as thou do'st approue And giue thy loue no cause ours to reprooue Since borne I was I saw but sinne abound And thy grace ore abounding which might moue A senslesse stone to sincke in Teares profound Flowing from highest loue in Teares ydrownd Thou deal'st not thus with the adiacent Lands Although perhaps they haue provokt thee lesse Captivitie hath oft bound them in Bands And the Destroiers Sword hath had egresse Through all the Members of them more and lesse Which did not cut but eate flesh greedy sword Nor shed but was made drunke with blouds excesse But to out land alone thou do'st afford Peace Plentie Freedome Health Wealth and thy Word Yet from him sitting on the kingly Throne Vnto the Slaue that at the Hand-mill grindesâ— Others by civill Sword haue beene orethrone And Masacres of Bodies and of Mindes Haue beene performed in all hellâ—sh kindes Vpon their Walles were Woes and Wellawaies Breath'd out with grones like hollow-voiced windes Their streetes with shrikes through soddaine stabs dismaiâ—s By Nights did eccho and did ring by Daies While stormes of rage did bloudy billowes raise The venerable Lore that Time and Artâ— Exchequer'd had in one Head rarely wrought Was let-out by a Dagger or a Dart As good for nothing but to bring to nought Vertue was held a Rebell and still sought But to be slaine and so by Death embrac'd Vice was secur'd by that which Vice had wrought By Vertues helpe by Vice now quite defac'dâ— So all but Vice then dide or were disgrac'd And heerewith keene-cheek'd Famine made away Through their best Citties bowels so to bring Their Bellies and their Backes to kisse and plaie So to beguile the smart of famishing Which in the hollowes of the Hart did sting Dogs Câ—ts Mice Rats stale Carion and Horse-dung Wherewith perchance they humane-flesh did minge These did they eate they were so hunger-stunge Nay dide for want of these through famine longe Thinke what it is to Sowe and not to Reape Or what to haue what others haue in hold That haue no hold yet all away doth sweepe And so by spoile of all liue vncontrold What t is to haue a Wife yet haue thy wife To haue no powre to doe as thy wife should But to avoide the Ravishers rude knife Cannot avoide the losse of more then life O could a Man behold at one aspect The many Hels attending Civill-warre He would suppose no doubt by the effect Hell had broke loose and tane Earth prisoner And vsd it worser then worst Hell by farre For if the God of Heav'n a Realme would damme Aboue the Earth he neede but let it iarre Within it selfe and then no Hellish flame Can so torment with anguish as the same Diffring in nothing but in Time and Place Saue that the Sunnes light makes the griefe the more For it giues light to see the hidious case Of all when all are almost drown'd in Gore That like a Deluge oreflowes Sea and Shore VVhich if it might be felt and not be seene Sâ—nse would suppose the same to be lesse sore For Sight the Senses Soveraigne would weene That that is still vnfelt that is vnseene And but that Woes are priviledg'd from iest I well might say and yet but iest in sho That this damnation Divels more detest Then the perdition in the Hell belo For there their vtmost miseries they kno And well they wot if they as these should iarre Their kingdome like these should to ruine goe So they much more then Hell feare civill-warre â— Because a kingdome it doth more then marre The Night that Nature hath ordain'd for rest Then yeâ—lds no rest yet
loue him not for he did vs make But for his goodnesse onely and alone And loue al goodnesse for and in that One A father loues his sonne not in regard Of any gaine but for he is his owne Nor should a Sonne his Sire loue for reward But for he is his Sire in Nature dear'd For if we loue ought for the good we have From it we loue our selves more then the same Or loue it for our selves our selues to save From want of that which from it to vs came So such loue is selfe-loue which Love doth blame But we must loue the Lord of Love for love Nay though he hate vs we must love his name Sith to make man Loue onely did him move But to loue him againe for Mannes behove If then we weigh by vvhat degrees wee mount To him from vvhom our soules did first descend We finde that as through loue which doth surmouÌ„t They came from him so to him they ascende The selfe-same way as to their proper end For comming from him they must know him needs Aud knowing him they needes must to him tend But so they cannot but by loues good deedes For what is not of loue from sinne proceedes The order then of the degrees to loue Is first vvee at things corporall beginne For our birth to that Steppe vs streight doth moue Vnto our outward senses then wee rinne To Fancie next and so wee never linne Till through Reas'n Iudgement Contemplation VVe come to loue and so wee rest therein But to descend by the selfe same gradation And there to rest descendeth to damnation For to dismount from true loues loftie pitch Loue of the High'st so lowe as to selfe-loue Is Sow-like to lie mired in the ditch Of lowest Hell where we all Sorowes proue And cannot for our soules from thence remoue Without kinde heav'nly loues all-helping hand Which onely and alone hath powre to moue Our Mindes from Earth vnto the Livings Land And breake the linckes of selfe-loues mortall Band. Loue makes an Vnion of Diversitie If then wee loue God hee and wee are One One although diverse through true amitie VVee loue him and our selues for him alone So may we loue our selues as wee loue none Likenesse breedes loue which makes him loue vs so Who made vs to his Image and his Sonne Assum'd our shape which makes his loue the mo Then by like reason wee should loue him to The more his Image is renew'd in vs The more he loues vs and wee loue the more Then to deforme the same 's most odious And he detesteth vs alone therefore VVhich makes vs likewise loath him and his loâ—e All which proceedes from dissimilitude For God and Beliall are foes evermore Then sith wee are with his faire Forme indu'd Let it by vs bee euermore renew'd For Beauty is an vrgent cause of Loue If so wee should embrace the fairest Faire With loue that should be farre all loue aboue Yea die for loue that Loue might life repaire And glorifie the same as Beauties Heire See wee an hue that mortall beauty staines As doth the Sunne the Moone by his repaire This sov'raigne Beauty all the glorie gaines Sith but a sparke thereof the same sustaines Then Beauty blush to glorie in thy Blaze And much more blush to blaze thy glorie vaine With coulors fresh to make fraile eies to gaze And such as cannot iudge of coulors faine No coulor hast thou so thy selfe to staine The best is too too bad and bad 's the Best That without coulor doe their face ingraine In earnest such I thinke doe loue to Iest As Chaucer but my Muse will owe the rest But outward beauty loue procures because It argues th' inward beauty of the Minde For goodnes is th' effect Beauty the Cause And both togither commonly we finde For Nature both togither stil doth binde A good Complexions disposition Is for the most part vertuously inclinde But VVeomens beauty by permission Being often tempted breedes suspition For hardly is that kept that many craues And chastitie with beautie 's stil at strife For much more beautiful are Frailties slaues TheÌ„ for the most part they of vertuous life And aske a man that hath a beautious wife How much he fears the fowle fal of his faire Because that nothing in the world 's more rife Then at faire beauties byding mens repaire And where they hauÌ„t they do not stil repaire But this by accident is rather thus Then any waie to beauty naturall For it by Nature is most vertuous Sith Tempers good to Ill are seldome thrall For bodies meerely are Organicall Wheron the mind doth play al parts in one If then they be in tune most cordiall Their motioÌ„s must be needs sith there is none That moues theÌ„ but the minde or God alone But for that beauty stil alures the eie The â—ie the hart the hart the soule Sp'rite Of those that on the same do chance to pry Because it doth beheau'n them with delight This makes them instantly the same incite To yeeld to loue or lust and their desire Then being subiect thus to restlesse fight It oft enflames and is ensâ—am'd with fire That Flesh and Sprite makes but one flame intire How many may wee see distracted quight Or pyning liue or rather dy with paine Yea some to spill themselues with all despight For others beautie which they cannot gaine If beauty then so ore fraile sense doth raigne Sense being subiect to her sov'raigntie Doth sue and serue her favour to obtaine VVith most impetuous importunitie Till shee as subiect to her Subiect lie And never times except the times of old For whose corruption al the world was drown'd But these curst times of ours durst be so bold To make it common with estates renown'd To couâ—t bright beauty match'd as t' were vnbound Call yee it Courtshippe cal it what yee please Though it be in request it was not found In chaster times â—or oft it doth disease The head with swellings which nought can appease Mee thinkes I see as I haue often seene A well-made Male as male-content to stand In silke or silver clad right well-beseene VVringing a match'd faire Female by the hand VVhil'st in her eare he lets her vnderstand How much shee ought to loue him â—or his loue Meane while hard by stands Patience the Husband And lets Temptation his weake vessell proue VVhich in his sight her vnseene Spright doth moue It s prettie pastime so to passe the time It savoures of good breeding and good VVitt The Howres are made more pleasant by this Chime Who would not stil to here the same stil sitt Although a man transformed were by it O t is a iolly matter to give eare Nay to give leaue to Musicke in her fitt He is a Beast that wil not then forbeare Though he thereby be made a Beast to beare Foure kinds of
divine fury are obseru'd The first and first by right Propheticall Which by Apollo is rul'd and conserv'd The next by Bacchus called Misticall The third by Muses hight Poeticall The fourth and last by Venus governed Is call'd the Fury Amatoriall Which doe inferre that Love is borne and bredd Without the breach of Natures Maidenhedd What force it hath is better felt then showne For VVords cannot expresse the force of loue Call we it Love or Lust it is well known It hath the force of both the Heart to move Which these can testifie that it did prove Semiramis whose Vertue past compare This furious Passion her did so remoue From that shee was that lusting to reshare Hir Sonne her Sonne her Threed of Life did share The Macedonian Philipps peerelesse Sonne That over-ranne the VVorld with Sword and Fire This flaming fury yet did so ore runne That for his Thais that kindled his desire He burnt Persepolis sans cause of ire Yea did not onely that fowle fact command But with his Hands he lab'red as for hire To burne the buildings which as yet did stand Till he had laid al level with the Land A VVonder worthy of all wonderment That he that foil'd what ere his force withstood Should bee thus foil'd and made a President Of Lusts fell force which so enflam'd his Blood That made his Flesh Wild Fire in likelyhood A Man by woman a King by a Queane To be so overcome through Lustfull moode Being so effeminate and most obscene Argues in Loue and Lust there is no meane Strange are th' effects of Lust. For Men with Men Nay Man with Beast A Sinne not to be toucht So much as with the Tongue much lesse with Pen And least of all with that too oft bewitcht With loue of that which is by Nature grutcht Lust is so blinde that it cannot discerne A Man from Beast how ever beastly coucht But doth a Man-beast moue though Nature yerne The tricks of Beasts with lothsome Beasts to learne Graue Xenephon lov'd Clinias in this kinde So as hee crav'd of Ioue when Clinias di'de That if he might see him and still be blinde Or not see him and still be perfect Eyde He rather mought the want of sight abide To see him once then still to haue his sight And not see him See see how blinde a Guide Is lothsome Lust that leades men so vnright As for her pleasure so themselues to spight Semiramis an Horse ô brutish Lust Did lust to haue ô moÌ„strous Mare humane Pasiphaë long'd for a Bull to thrust Her from a woman to a Cow vncleane And Cyparissus made an Hynde the meane To coole his courage Aristomâ—chus A silly Bee would haue to be his Queane Lust whither wilt wilt be so monstrous To long for Bees that be but moates to vs Publius Pilatus fell in lusting loue With Hellens Image and Pigmalion For his owne Picture did like passion prove Damn'd Lust what pleasure provd'st thou in a stone That 's cold by kind as Snow on Libanon To tell the Mischiefes Spoiles Masacres By hate effected though through loue begun Were but to tell the number of the Starrs For Lust and Mischeife are ioynt passengers Troy might perhappes haue stoode vnto this Age Had Lust not laid it levell with the plaines And seas of Blood spent in that ten yeares Siege Might still haue kept the Chanells of the Vaynes But lewde Lust is so loose that shee restraines Her will in nought though it bringes all to nought Shee pleasure takes in pleasure causing paines For by her painfull pleasures such are wrought Yet on such pleasures shee doth fixe her thought Shee will not let the Thoughts so much as prie A minutes space on ought but what shee loues Shee Tirant captivates the Fantasy So that it cannot stirre till shee it moves Or if it doe shee forth-with it removes My Fancies Mistris saith some slaue to Lust Is my Thoughts Heau'n So swallowed with his Loues Are all his Thoughts and though as dry as Dust He lusts to please his loue with loue vniust For this al that pertaines must be in print VVeeds VVords Lookes Loks in print not one awry Whose Motions must be currant for the Mynt His glances must keepe iust time with her Eye And seeme to die se'ng her rich beauties dye Yet with a carefull carelessenesse he must Avoide the hate which too much loue doth buy And loue no more then may provoke to lust These are their loue tricks trickes of loue vniust One makes an Idoll of his Mistris Glove And offers thrice a day at least a Kisse Vnto each finger so to show his loue Another her Haire-Bracelett makes his blisse And Night and Day t' adore it wil not misse These Fancies fancie doe with kindnes cloy VVitt nere in loue taught Pupill so of his As saith the Book but doth his powres imploy With kindnesse coy to winne his witty Toy Whist Muse be mute wilt thou like Naso proue And interlace thy Lynes with levity Wilt thou add Precepts to the Arte of Loue And show thy vertue in such vanity So to polute thy purer Poesy No more no more ynough if not too much Is sedd already of this Mistery My Conscience at the same doth grieving grutch But let it goe this once with but this Touch. And how-soere Beauty may bee abus'd It promiseth more good then shapelesnesse If it proue otherwise it s thus excus'd The High'st to shew that good-guifts more or lesse Proceede from him and not from Natures largesse Le ts beauty fal and soile it selfe with sinne VVhich is more dam'd if beauty it doth blesse As Vertue is most faire that blest hath bin VVith beauty being resident therein But loue that Beautie breedeth is threefold According to three obiects of that loue All faire some good which thus we may vnfold The Pleasant and the Profitable mooue As doth the Honest true loue which vve proue The first concerneth things that please the Sense As beautie and at what the sense doth roue The second hath to welfare reference The third and last to Iustice and Prudence The first and second kinds of lust or loue Among the Perturbations may be put Sith they so many ill affections moue That make mans life to be in Sorrow shut VVhich like a Razor off the same doth cut But loue of honest things is vertuous And from mans praises takes away the But It shows the Minde is right magnanimous ' For that 's most great that is most gracious This loue is kindled by that heav'nly Flame That like fine Gold doth purifie the Sp'rite And like it selfe transmuted maks the same Good gratious holy wise iust clear bright Glory'ng in him that makes her glory right This is the loue of beauty most extreame VVherein celestial soules doe most delight Of loue that feedes the Sp'rite it is the creame Infus'd by Iustice Sonnes inlightning Beame This
their dores to dare VVhat may we doe when over vs doth raigne A kingly King and one Realme made of twaine If ever therefore twixt our Fathers were That now are rakt in dust cause to complaine Let it be rakt with them for wee are cleere From wronging each and each to other deere Both subiect to one Soveraigne then draw wee Togeather kindlie in subiections Yoke God and our King will ioy if wee agree But greive if we each other shal provoke And make vs feele their wrathes resistlesse stroke Then dwell in our harts for ioyes cordiall VVhich nothing but your sorowes can revoke Haue made them large ynough to hould you all And lend vs yours to doe the like withall Call for them when yee will they shal be yours Togither with the Tenaâ—nts harbred there But take our harts for now they are not oures But yours for ever let vs then ende ere Vs to you ever who are to vs deere My voice though base to highest Concord tends Then t is in tune I trust to ev'ry Eare If it be harsh my hart shall make amendes For it doth relish Loue which nere offends Then weigh our Prince our Peace with Vprightnesse And presse him to no more then that will way For if not too perverse we must confesse Our best requests sometimes may haue a nay For better ends which he may not bewray It is no ease for one two friends to please VVhen both perhapps doe but for one thing praie Then die ô die ere once him so displease As to vrge that that may his hart disease O that I had a Soule-enchanting Tongue That with an Eare-bewitching violence I might persuade to all that doth belong To perfect Loue and true obedience Sith our felicitie must flow from thence If so it be then nought the VVill can moue To loue if obiects of such excellence cannot allure the Mind and Will to loue As the felicitie which now we prove Our King comes not to our late barren Crowne Himselfe alone but brings a fruitfull Queene And Englands comfortes children of their owne By which the state ay stablisht may be seene Then blest are wee if ere wee blest haue beene O let vs then blesse him whose blessednesse Hath when our sinnes expected sorrowes keene Preserv'd vs both from warres and wretchednesse And let vs loue in Soule and singlenesse Giue vs your Daughters and take ours in marage That Blouds so mixte may make one flesh and bloud We will not yours then doe not ours disparage But ballance all by woorth and Liuely-hood By Vertue Beauty and what ere is good Each bend his wittes and all his industrie To make all one in body minde and mood Then God will blesse all bent to vnity And plunge vs all in all felicity If Concord makes of weake most mightie things And Discord of most mightie things most fraile If subiects peace and glorie be the Kings And their Disgrace and strife his disâ—vaile Then ô let my weake words strongly prevaile To strongest peace that makes weak'st weaknesse strong Then nought shall dare our daring peace t'assaile But we shall right th' oppressed Neighbours wronge And make them holde their owne as we doe longe As when a humane-flesh-fedd Caniball Hath singled out some weakling for a Pray And by the power of some Knight armed all Is sker'd at point to feede with skath away So from th' opprest we shall oppressors fray And be as Gods Liuetenants heere belo To see his highest iustice done each way That Heau'n by vs may make the Earth to kno We are Heau'n holpe to helpe all wronged so Whiles Myne and Thyne did disvnite our Crownes Two things for which the Sire and sonne will iarre There was some cause sometimes of secret frownes That ended too too oft with open warre But now both We and They vnited are And surely to sustaine that double Crowne Fiue Proppes we haue Ambition so to barre Made of each others substance so our owne Then what remaines but still to loue as One. The Lion to the Dragon 's reconcil'd That whilome did vpon each other feede Ierusalem hath David erst exild Free denized King proclaim'd with speede Whose Members dance for ioy of that iust deedâ— Hir King is now according to his Hart VVhich with saue goodnesse nothing is agreedâ— He is a King in all and in earth part By bloud without bloud Nature Minde and Arte. Fortune that crost the will and worke of Nature For many yeares hath now made her amends By making vs as we are one in nature And of vnfaithfull foes most faithfull friends That Hand on whose direction all depends Disposing Crownes and Kingdomes as it lists Hath made vs one I hope for endlesse endes Then curst be he that Heau'n herein resists And blest be him that it therein assists And though I be no Seer yet let mee Out of my darke foresight in things future Speake like a Seer that can snch things see That may be seene without the seeing pow'r And their like seene of blind men ev'ry howr If sinne crosse not the course of Heau'n herein Our Land that flowes with Hony Milke and Floure Shall be an Earthlie Paradice wherein Plentie and Peace shall woo from and to sinne But Plenty like an Eaue-enticing Snake Shall tempt vs with the Eye-delighting frute Of all voluptuousnes which if wee take There is a powr that can our fortunes sute VVith Adams when hee Eadâ—â— was cast out And with stil-sweating sorrow-furrowed Browes To liue or begge or starve if we be mute For nought hath roote so fast or gaily growes But Heaâ—â—nâ— least puffe extirpes and overthrowes O t is perfection next to that of Gods When Men are compast with all sensuall sweetes Then then to make the Will to know the odds Betwixt that sweete that lasts and this that fleetes And so restraine harts ioy when pleasure greetes An abiect Slaue will glutt his greedie Maw VVith what so ere his Sense with sweete regreetes If he can snatch it but great Myndes withdraw Their Wills from such base blisse by Glories law A Beare will breake her Belly if shee may So hoony be the meane to doe the deede And so will Men-beares doe as well as thay If they catch hoonied sweetes themselues to feede VVho make it their Minds laboure onely meede Basse humane Beasts how senselesse is your â—ense That will gainst sense and Reason so exceede Base is your minde worse your intelligence Odious to God and vnto Men offence If Landes are saide to flourish and reioyce Vnder new Kinges though oft worse then the old How may this Land as if shee had made choise Of hir Liege Lord that now the same doth hold For vertue onely ioy him to infold If Soules extreame ioy makes the Body dance VVittnesse sweete Psalmist then deere Liege behold Thy subiects iesture at thine enterance And be assur'd they besse this blessed chance And see how Vertue pulls to and putts
being wellâ—neere out of hart before Each to his fellow ioy vnfained faines Because they likely were to Bee no more For being but poore Soules the VVorlds Ey-sore But when they heard with cheerefull Trumpetts clange Thy peacefull name proclaim'd as Englands king They skipt daunc't and Heav'nly Hymnes they sange That Angells did admire their Carrolling VVhich made both Heau'n and Earth with ioy to ring Each now retakes his late abandon'd Pen And Night and Day they plie it pestering Thy Name with Fame thy fame with more then Meâ— Maie beare if they be not remade agen And who hath held their Pens from blott of blamâ— And ever kept their Muse immaculate Their conscience now takes comfort in the sameâ— As if some God were come that Vice doth hate VVith Grace their virtue to remunerate As when the Kinge of Kings shall come at last To giue all Men their meede in righteous rate The good alone reioyce in their liues past So perfect Poâ—ts now must comfort tast Now their cleere Soules free from distemp'raturâ— That constantly ensues vnconstant Vice Doe Angell-holpe draw Lynes divinely pure T'expresâ—e their Soules prais-worthy avarice To draw their King to read their Subiect twice They melt in Nectar of Phrase most refin'de That may the Pallate of the Soule intice To tast and retast in a greedy kinde The Sweetes there mixt to recreate the Minde Healths now goe round among the rude Civill The Earths best bloud that bettereth our bloud Is suck't each where and he esteem'd a divill That will not drinke to show his mery moode A little more perhapps then does him good If VVine were made to gladd the hart of Man Although our gladnesse needes no wyny floudd Then now or never troule about the Cann Till sober moode cries hoe and no more can A time there is for all things vnder Sunnâ— A time for mirth aswell as to be sadd The time for mirth is now ev'n now begun Now wisest men with mirth doe seeme starke madd And cannot choose their harts are all so gladd Then let 's be merry in our God and King That made vs merry being ill bestadd Southâ—hampton vp thy cappe to Heauen fling And on the Violl there sweet praises sing For he is come that grace to all doth bring If thou did'st faulâ— iudge Heau'n for I will spare thee Because my faults are more then can be cast It did to greater glorie but prepare thee Sith greater vertue now thereby thou hast Before our troubles we seeme goodnesse past But cold Afflictions water cooles the heate VVhich Youth and Greatnesse oft too much doth wast And Queenes are coy and cannot brooke the sweat That such heate causeth for it seemes vnsweete But yet thy woorth doth wrest from what soere thereto opposd by vnseene violence Acknowledgment of what in thee is deere That is the glory of much excellence Fitt for the vse of high'st preheminence The VVorld is in the wane and worthy Meâ— Haue not therein in each place residence Such as are worthy should be cherisht then And being overthrowne raisd vp agen Pembrooke to Court to which thou wert made strange Goe doe thine homage to thy Soveraigne VVeepe and reioyce for this sadd-ioyfull Change Then weepe for ioy thou needst not teares to faine Sith late rhine Eies did nought els entertaine If I mistake thee not and thy best part Thy vertues will thy Lieges favoure gaine For Vertue vertue loues as Arte doth Arte Then will hee loue thee Lord for thy desartâ— Thy Sire and Grand-sire were two mightie Peeres Thâ—t were strong trustie Pillars of this State Thou hast what they had thy want is but yeeres Yet Arte in thee doth Tyme anticipat And maks thee being yonge in old estate For lo thy Iudgments iointes are strongly knitt And in Artes Limbecke thy all-learned Pate VVisdome extracts the Quintessence of VVitâ— To make the same for hie imployment fitt Hold vp your hartlesse Heads and headlesse Harts All yee whom Time and Fortune did suppresse Hee 's come hee 's come that Life halfe dead reverts Deere little Lord great in too great distresse VVith smoothed front goe kisse thy happinesse Ladies and Lords purse-pinched and Soule-pain'd Poore Rich and all rich ïn all blessednesse Blesâ—e him by whom yee haue till now remain'd To tast these Tymes which yeeld sweet ioyes vnfain'd High humbled Lady high though humbled High by thy vertue humbled by thy Crosse By Fortune lift vp and downe tumbled Two ô speake VVorld had ere one such a losse As shee had of two Pheares who did engrosse The richest VVares that Arte and Nature sold Yet Fortune in their fines was over-crosse For both vntimely shee return'd to Mould Yet Lady new be cast in Comforts Mold Yee seemely Senators that God do feare Vertues true Lovers Bloud-detesting Sages Peace Rights friends as now doth wel appeare Load-starrs to this Lights to the after Ages Reioyce you may for your well-erned VVages Earned of your late Mistris he will pay That 's now your Master TheÌ„ with harmeles rages Of zeale infam'd exult and with vs say Blest be King Iames our King our Ioy our Stay Moâ—â—t-ioy let ioy now mount as high as Heav'n For now thy long-left land is Heav'n become Come come away the Foe to slight is driv'n Hasten thy comming hie ô hie thee home That ioy though nought els caÌ„ may thee orecome Muses deere loue Mecaenas to their loues Thy King vnto this kingdome now is come And like the sunne in our new Heaven moues To comfort thee and all that glorie loues If wee that still liue here doe Heav'n it hold VVhat wilt thou thinke it with that Hell coÌ„par'd VVhere yet thou liv'st among deathes manifold VVhich for our safety thou hast long endur'd Thou sure wilt thinke no Angell now doth ward The Esterne Eden plac'd now in the North But Scots and English men the same doe guard And therein liue then come Heroicke Worth Attend thy Liege till he resends thee forth Meeke-harted Worcester friend of Humanityâ— Honoâ—'d for honesty so rightly honored Gods white-guifâ— Whiteguifâ— â— glory of Prelacy Buckhurst our Treasoâ—er roially treasured VVith richest Rules of Rule Egerton famouzed For loue to equity chiefe Iustâ—ce of the land Bold Popham resolute for thy friend for thy Head Striue striue ô striue to make fast Peaces Band That you obeying may in peace command So you by it and it by you may stand Great harted Heros great Northumberland Furnisht withall that may make great a Peere And Tethys true loue ventrous Cumberland Together with the rest to England deere Deere Peeres let now your peerelesâ—e ioy appeereâ— Goe Lordes goe meete your sans-Peere Soveraigne And tell him yee are his while hee is here And when he leaues the Earth for heav'nly raigne You and yours will be his whiles they remaine Thou liuely Image of our Worldes perfection Ouâ— little Worlds great Paragon of fame Both taking beeing by the Heav'ns direction In
one selfe-wombe that both should be the same In Spirite in vertue nature and in name This World beginnes to cotton now for thee For whom the World sometimes was much to blame Vertue deere Sidney now advaunc'd shal be Sith Vertue knowes no partialitee Thou virgin Knight that dost thy selfe obscure From Worlds vnequall eies and faine wouldst dy Er ' thy name should be knowne to Worlds impure Now shew thy selfe thou canst not hidden lie From our newâ— Worlds desert â—out-searching Eie Great Sidneies loue true proofe of thy great worth Liue now for now thou maist not living die Vertue must vse thee then Dyer Knight come forth To haile thy vertues Loadstarre from the North. And Albions Scaeva whose crosse-wounded Corse Like t' an imbalmed dead-Corpse in aspect Twenty times dead yet still hast vitall force And so dost cousin death through deaths defect Yet scornst nay hat'st thy life in Fames respect Vp with thy Coate of Steele its time for thee No foe is now in field and in effect Thy Veines are drie thine eies do dimmely see Then ioy in peace with life at last agree Great Maiestie last let the least of all Thy Subiects least send from his hart a signe Of that it holds and whiles it is it shall That is that loue thou only mai'st define By that vnbounded loue to vs of thine I haile thee happy Sov'raigne from a farre Vnworthy to approach thy view of Eine Saying blest be him that blessed thee from warre To be our peace in whom we blessed are And be thine owne though others praise come short O sacred Sou'raigne Soule of Englandes ioy Let matchlesse vertues Vertues praise report VVhich thou alone dost questionlesse enioy The Vulgars laudes thine Eares doe nought but cloy The Concaue of a Crowne may cause that winde VVhich froward Fates haue power to destroy But that pure praise that 's due to thy pure Minde From Fates is free'd being of immortall kinde VVell wott'st thou Princes liues haue much more force Then purest Lawes their Subiects to refine For Subiects follow still their Sov'raignes course As Sunne-like Marigolds doe Sol divine VVho lose their grace when hee doth ceasse to shine This makes thee shun what may ecclipse thy light Because thou lead'st all by that light of thine And striv'st to glitter in all vertue bright That all might haue thereby direction right Though at thy becke be all sons-pleasing sweetes Yet art thou pleas'd with what thy sense containes In Straightes where Abstinence with Reason meetes Which head-strong Appetite Synne-spurred raignes And binds thy Passions in Soule-staying chaines Thus Reason strictly ruleth thee we see VVhich over thee as thou raign'st ore vs raignes If Reason thou obai'st much more should wee That are borne to obey Reason and thee How came I with thee to bee so acquainted That so I should discribe each part of thee Thy Booke wherin so liuely thou art painted Deere Liege I once ioy-ravished did see For which I shall till death the better bee Then saw I thee and then I heard thy VVordes VVhich with Gods and thy glory did agree And Charity beliefe to them affords Sith â—hee knowes nothing that with them discords And if the Bookes compil'd by vs do beare The Image of our Mindes as thou do'st say Then in that Booke that Image doth appeare Bright as the Sunne in Vertues best araye To light all Kinges to keepe their Kinges high Way No Sentence Line Clause VVord or Syllable Therein contain'd but doth pure thoughts bewraie Then sith thy Minde is to it semblable No Earthly King is to thee sutable Never was Piety with Policy So well componnded in the Head of State The Serpents wisedome many Snakes apply To Sores of Kinges Simplicity but hate The Doue-like innocence as out of date If Piety and Policy doe iarre As some suppose then can we bee s'ingrate As not to crowne him that did end the warre Nor be compos'd by such a Temperer For if from Hartes abundance Mouthes disperse Vertue or Vices Mammon all abroade What may we deeme thee theÌ„ that did'st reherse Such precepts as beseem'd a Semi-God How best the Sonne should beare an Empires Lode Which weakenesse oft back-broken vndergoes We needes must weene that Vertue makes abode As in her home in thy Hart sith it floes VVith goodnesse like Gods to thy Friends Foes How like a Lord of thy selfe do'st thou striue To conquer Passion Princes great'st disease In him that likely is thee to survive And as an oldâ—tride Sea-man tells at Seas VVhat Rocks and â—latts a yong one may displease Ere â—irst he setts out that he them may shunne So from thy proofe for thy Succeeders ease Thou tell'st him ere to rule he hath begune What Compasse he should keep safe Course to run For Empire is a Sea most faire to see But perillous to proue as they best kno That all their life-long to it bounden be Subiect each Tyde to be orewhelm'd with woe If not to wracke and finall overthro Wherein thou dost thy course so wisely guide That like a skilful Pilot thou dost sho By demonstration how this Sea t' abide And safely saile or else at Ancor ride Then ô how blessed is this blisful Ile VVhose God is Loue whose King is Vertues Host VVhose Grace and VVisdome with an holy guile Doth catch the Least and binds them to him most As to their Piller and vpholding Post VVho makes his Subiects great as good as great By his example without Checke or cost And to vnequalls equal Law doth meate With Loues right haÌ„d which stil doth hate defeate The Fire as be'ng the noblest Element Is plac'd by Natures hand aboue the rest That by it's actiue vertue prevalent It might repurifie the worst and best That be inferior or in lesse request So thou art iustly plac'd in Natures right Aboue the great'st that with thy vertue least Canst purge them from their greatest vices quight And make them shine through thy high vertues light Such Kings should be obaid and glory-cround Because their Vertues al mens else exceede For they that are in all abundance drownd Yet set no more in then may Nature feede And spare the rest for those that haue more need O! these are rightly Fames Superlatiues Gods vpon Earth that 's Kings like Gods in deede From whom the subiect vertue high derives VVhose liues are Lights to lead obscurer liues And Vertue in a King is more of price Then in a poore man though most vertuous For Kings haue more meanes to be drawn to Vice And may without controle be vicious But poore-men not for Want and Summumius If Sol would Venus vse what Starre comes not At becke wel-neere too neere to him to vse But if a naked poore Snake be so hott He may be coold but so be coold cannot VVhat glory gettes constrain'd Sobrietie If glorie gotten be by Vertue right Constrain'd b'imperious Necessitie Other then to be chast for want of might In
endlesse rest it giues No rest it yeelds but kils both Man and Beast Yet rest it giues by reaving of their liues So kniues bereaue their rest that rest by kniues Men go to bed as to their graue with breath Where Death vnwares of breath theÌ„ oft depriues So while they sleepe in life they sleepe in death True Image of the life in Hell beneath For if in that Hell be degrees of Woes As Truth it selfe affirmes with voice divine Then may these seeme to be the worst of those That lowest Hell doth in it selfe confine For weeping and Teeth-gnashing that Hels Signe Is seene each where where civill Swords doe rage VVhich do the best-backt states in sunder chine And with Hell-like confusion doe engage The brightest Empires to darke Vassallage As when the might'st Baiazeth is come Into the clawes of some rude Tamburlaine Hee 's vsd more basely then the basest Groome Till he be forc'd to beate out his owne Braine Against the cage of his hard Harts disdaine So when the civill Swords vncivilliz'd In mightist Empires there it runnes amaine Through all till all be with Contempt surpriz'd Or all doe end ere so will be dispisde Thus whiles Athalia hath her owne bloud suckt And Achaz in the fire his Flesh did frie Yea whiles Samaria on her Walles hath pluckt Her childrens Limbes in sunder savagely Devouring them with hunger greedily Our Milke and hoony-flowing Palestine Hath overflowne withall felicitie Whiles Envie sought but could not saue repine To hale vs from this Sea with Hooke and Line So wee alone orewhelm'd in Earthlie Blisse Still diue in Pleasures Streames to finde new Ioies Not knowing once what Sword or Famine is Nor the least thing that Nature ought annoyes Saue when we list to make them sporting Toies VVhat are we Lord or what our Fathers house That it by thee such vvelfare still enioies As it doth seeme thy vvhole care 's cast on vs And to vs only wert most gracious VVhat endlesse Peales of Praise are due to thee From those to whom as to vnworthy vs Thou leavest not an headlesse Anarchee As to the Caniballs prodigious A Government more then most monsterous Nor as to the Tartarian Herdes of Cham Nor Swarmes of Tubal-gog most ravenous But with thy powre divine them vp didst dam Farre off from Albion in the Land of Ham Our present happinesse shall more appeere And long may it bee present and to come Compared with the state wherein we were At our grand Ancestors first calling home To civill life that long did rudely rome Their common-weale if so it may bee call'd VVas like to Romes when Sylla rag'd in Rome VVith Rage and Wronge and lawlesse might enthrall'd And by each savage Furie ever galld The greate devour'd the meane the meane the lesse VVho could gripe hardest held all as he would VVho crost his will the law did then transgresse For which he dide or dying liue he should So strongest Theeues themselues did Princes hold All was worse then it seem'd yet seem'd all woe For t was a Nation which this Land did hold That liv'd by one anothers overthro Yet for they liu'd togither seem'd not so I could although my Muse were neere so dull Be endlesse in this infinite discourse But now Decorum hy the eare doth pull My forward Muse and staies her in her course Lest that a Booke her Preface wax perforce It is ynough my Booke doth ore abound VVith tedious lines if not with lines farre worse Yet in well-borne Prolixitie is found That which abortiue Breefenesse cannot bound And for a tast God graunt it may prooue tastie Of what the Muse can doe now thou art come That which ensues though shee were over-hastie Is her first speach since Musing made her dombe This Brat conceaved in her barraine Wombe Was made to moue by the all-movers aide And if both moue thee to like all or some I shall account my Muse the blessedst Maide That ever for an Husband so long staide Yet shee that next to God and thee hath right My service to command commandeth me To be hir Mouth to vtter what shee might vnto hir great'st Protector next to thee Ere that my short wing'd Muse doo further flee My deerest Country VVales commandeth this That in the depth of all humilitee I let hir Prince to know how ill shee is For want of him hir Loue hir Life hir blisse VVhat shall I say deere Liege I 'm at a stand That haue so much with little skill to say Heau'n Earth Men Beasts Fish Fowle yea Sea and Land Exults with vs insults on those that may And will not curst be those I cursing pray To curse Gods foes and youres is but to blesse Those that be his and yours and both obay David did so and Davies doth no lesse Amen saie all that loue true blessednesse Iohn Davies CAMBRIA To the high and mighty Henâ—y by the grace of God Prince of Wales GReat Grandame Wales from whom these Ancestors Descended from whom I poore I descend I owe so much to my Pregeniâ—ors And to thee for them that vntill mine end Thy name and fame I le honor and defend Sith Ioy doth pasâ—age to thy speech deny For that thy Prince â—hine honor doth commend Lest that thy silence might be tane awrie Mine Artlesse Pâ—n shall thy Tongues want supply Did Curtius more for Rome then I for thee That willingly to saue thee from annoy Of dire dislike for ingratuitee Do take vpon me to expresse thy ioy And so my Muse in boundlesse Seas destroie Yet lo deere Grandame how myne active Loue My little All doth more then all imploy For thee that thou by me thy Prince maist moue To louethee for the ioy he makes thee proue O then most gracious Sonne vnto that Sire VVhose grace doth glorifie both Sire Sonnâ— Of thy great grace I prostrate thee desire To cast thine Eye on mine intention Rather then on my Muses action The Burden's waighty which shee vndergoes And shee is VVeake and Dull in motion Then let thy lively Soule hir Soule inclose And giue hir youth and Spright that aged groes As when a yongling lieth by the syde Of some old Sire his age doth vertue draw From his deere youth that makes Age longer bide So mine invention old cold rude and raw Not able to disgest ought in hir maw May by the quicke hereditary heate Of thy yong Muse that yâ—iest thoughts can thaw In VVales my Countries name performe this feare And welcome thee to thy long empty Seatâ— But ô I feele but with the thought of thee My frozen thoughts to melt as with a Sunne Whose comfort Brutes Remayne doth long to see And through my Nerues I feele the warme bloud runne FroÌ„ hart to braines to heat invention Mount Muse vpon the winges of high desire Runn Numbers now my swistest thoughts outruÌ„ne That prostrate on my face while you aspire I may salute thie Prince VVales and his Sire
the glory of thy Court advance Sith they theÌ„selues keepe Demi Courts perchaÌ„ce Then come sweet Prince Wales woeth thee by me By me hir sorrie Tongs-man to be pleas'd To liue with hir that so shee may by thee Bee rul'd in loue and ruled so be eas'd Of what in former times hath hir displeas'd The Sheepe their Owners keeping most approue For he will cure them when they are diseas'd With Loues right hand But Hirelings Truth doth prove Doo keepe the Flocke for Lucre more then Loue. Wales hir most vnworthie Solicitor IOHN DAVIâ—â— MICROCOSMOS THE DISCOVERY OF THE LITTLE VVORLD VVITH the government thereof SIth that thou hast so soundly slept my Muse Dreaming on that which thou before had'st doÌ„e Being awake againe thy Spirits rowze To make an end of what thou hast begun Be'ng rest-refresht therefore now forwards run With bright Apollo pray him be thy guide Vntill thou touch the Tropicke of Reason Where VVisdome puts Plus vltra there abide For past that point to passe is passing pride For our VVill's Baiard blind yet bold and free And had she way made in hir maine Carreere sh'would runne into that Light that none can see Saue light of Lights to feele the secrets there Which Angells wonder at yet not come neere But Reas'ns conduct is nothing safe herein Therefore the VVill hath too iust cause of feare Lest shee should runne into presumptuous sinne For which divinest Angells damn'd haue bin For since our Proto-parents lowest fall Our wisdoms highest pitch God wot is low But had they stood Hee had infus'd in all His VVord selfe VVisdome which alone to know Is to know all that VVisdomes selfe can showe But since the state of things is so vnstay'd That humane vvisedome stands it wotts not howe Vnsure in all for Iudgment 's oft betrai'd In that which proofe before had well assai'd But having toucht the Braine the Soule the VVill All which saue of the soule can brooke no touch It rests that Reasons heasts wee doe fulfil To prosecute much more or more then much That VVitt for VVill wil willingly avouch Th'al-giving Giver giveth al that liue His Creatures such desires and Natures such As for their good with good wil stil should striue And shun what ere should them of it depriue Beasts more theÌ„ Men the more Beasts meÌ„ the while Pursue that good that doth their natures fitt To them for that though they be nere so vile Is highest knowledge giv'n and they vse it Thereby condemning both mans VVill and VVitt And yet hath Man a synn-peruerted will To seeke that good he knowes most â—requizit Who knowes loues the good yet takes the ill Oft for the good but for the evill stil. Yet as he was ordain'd to greater good So greater knowledge was in him infus'd With no lesse will were it not sinn withstood To seeke that Good yet the will witt-abus'd When it hath found it is oft witt refus'd Vnhallowed sense drown'd in that damned iuyce Synnes Syder from Eaues fatall Apple bruiz'd Be'ing deadly drunck makes stil the worser choise Wherein like Sow in mire it doth reioyceâ— Among the hoast of Natures creatures bee Three kindes of Appetites there ay consorts Naturall sensitive and Voluntarie The first divided is into two sortes One found in all that to the VVorld resortes That 's inclination voide of Sense or Soule To doe what the owne nature most importes As light things mount and heavy downwards roule Which nature Natures selfe cannot controule The other with this vertue action haue Which nerthelesse proceedeth not from sense To Vegetatiue Soules this Nature gaue Which in Trees Plants and Grasse hath residence Who doe desire to sucke that influence That feedes them and avoides the contrary A plant will thirst for moistures confluence And draw to it all kinde humidity Retayning that it liues and proâ—pers by The like in our owne members we obserue Who wanting nutriment doe sucke the vaines The vaines doe sucke the bloud themselues to serue Thus each attracteth foode when neede constraines And all things living seeke the same with paines Hence we devide this naturall desire Into two kindes the one each plant retaines The other things which life doth sense-inspire As Man and Beast and what doth els respire The Seate of this desire stands on two feete Which fixt are in two places That 's to say The liver and the Stomacke there doe meete The forces of this Appetite to slay With famine or with foode fraile life to stay The sensitiue desire is two-fold too From sense the first the last comes not that way The first to ioy and griefe is fixed so That no force can it from the same vndoe For in the sinewes Feelings instruments This pow'r is plac'd or in the Synewy skin And that the Synewes ioyes or discontents That wel or ill affecteth them within By heate or cold they paine or pleasure wyn As they to them are wel or ill applied For sense and motion synewes made haue bin That by them paine or pleasure should be tride And make our Bodies moue on ev'ry side Nor doe these Appetites wait on the will Ne from the Phantazie doe they proceede For wil we nil we we shal hunger stil WheÌ„ food 's with-drawn that should our Bodies feed And we shal feele what sense affects with speede How ere the will or Phantazy impung We may abstaine from nurrishment in deede But then thereby much more for it we long And Flesh wil pine with paine if hunger-stung But th' other Appetites bredd without touch Are forged by the thoughts or Phantazie These discreete Nature in the hart doth couch Which be Affectes that lurke in secresie Be'ng motions of the hartes Hart properlie These wait on witt and choose or else reiect What it holds deerest or doth most defie So VVitt's the cause and they are the effect That loue or loath as witt doth them direct This vvitt and vvill the Beasts doe not possesse For their most knowledge is most sensuall Guided by Nature in their Brutishnesse Onely by inclination naturall Which moues their sense vn-intellectual Or this or that way without Reasons sway Then vvitt and vvill their sense wee cannot cal Though sensuall will and witt we cal it may For man alone hath both to guide his way The Voluntary Appetite we finde Is gott by Reason and produc'd by vvill By it we are to good or ill inclin'd As Reason doomes of them by Iudgments skill Two actions hath the vvill in reason still By which we good embrace and ill refuse Reason revealing what is good or ill Who rules hir not as though will could not choose But as one teaching Hirâ— hir pow'r to vse As in the Vnderstanding and the Minde Of Men and Angells God hath fixt his forme So to Mannes will his loue was no lesse kinde That to Gods wil he might his vvill conforme Ah woe that sinne should since the same
they report agen Then loue twixt Tongue Hart shal marriage make To bring forth naked Truth which loue doth seeke Wherefore the Providence divine did place The lunges the voices Organs next the Hart As the Mindes instruments the Braines embrace That they may neere at hand soone vse their Art As Orators of Princes play their part Neere to their Sov'raignes And wert not for sinne The VVill from Reasons rule should never start And twixt the Hart Braine there should haue bin A lasting league as beeing neere of kin Sin noughty Nothing that mak'st all things nought Except the Thing of Things that made thē good Thou wast vnmade thy selfe yet ill haste wrought Whereby thou haste so perverst Flesh and Bloud That now by it all goodnesse is with-stood Damn'd Nothing that hast such a some-thing stride How wast begot by whom and in what moode Through lust By Eaue and Adam In their pride Now Error speakes what Truth hath iustifide For wit will Anger and Concupiscence Are fowre powres of the soule wherein should lie Fowre vertues taking thus their residence VVisedome in wit in will Integritie Valor in Ire and in lust Temprancie But wit with ignorance and will with wronge Anger with Feare and lust with libertie Are so pervers'd that they themselues impunge Except preventing grace be mixt amonge The totall frame of mans divinest part By light divine we see is out of frame Th'antipathie betwixt the Minde and Hart Giues but too good assurance of the same And though the minde in all her limbes be lame Yet in our little world shee raignes as Queene And seekes wilde passions of the Hart to tame That in her selfe there might bee ever seene Soule-pleasing ioy and peace to flourish greene For shee 's the mancion of Felicitie Contrived so that there its safe confin'd To which there is no way nor entery But through th' Affections servants of the Minde Yet they too oft disloial prooue by kinde Who liers and sinne-soothing claw-backes are Whereby our iudgments eies they Traitors blinde That it erres mortallie ere it beware If reason of their treason haue not care For three Powres speciall in the Soule reside Reason Concupiscence and ardent Ire The first to Truthes obscure abiding guides The second good-things gladly doth desire The third doth from the contrarie retire In bowels of the first the VVits are bred Th' Affectes are forg'd in both the others fire In nomber fowre Ioy Hope Sorow and Dread Which from the last powres spring as frō their head First from the first Powre Ioy and Hope proceedes For what we covet wee ioy in with hope And Ire the last powre Dread and sorow breedes For hate to dreade and sorow lies wide ope Griefe in hates hell the way to dreade doth grope From these Affects as from their fountaine floes All vice and vertue which in Man doth cope For vice and vertue ay are mortall foes And as Reas'n rules so either overthroes The soul 's call'd Anima our flesh containes While shee the same with vitall fire filleth Mens while shee mindeth or shee Minde retaines And Animus while shee hath VVill or willeth Shee s Ratio whilst shee iudgement iust fulfilleth Then spiritus shee hight when shee respires From all which science to the soule distilleth So call'd scientia thus her names doe change As shee her qualities doth interchange The outward senses outward parts possesse As th' inward to the soule are knit by kinde And for the soule her powre doth most expresse In that whereto her soule is most inclinde Here-hence it is men mortified in minde Whose spirits powres on things divine are bent Fare as they were sometimes deafe dombe blind Their contemplations are so violent But Vulgars outwarde sense is excellent But while the soule can take a strict survay Of all the instruments which shee doth vse So long the owner of that soule may say He hath a iudgement sound and perfect Muse But if those instruments that Man misvse Or ruine them the soule straight seeing it Her ruin'd Iaile shee striues then to refuse Which strife the senses frame doth so vnknit That it confounds it or distracts the VVit And in this moode though we esteeme it madd Men prophesie and truely things foretell Speake diuerse Tongues which erst they never had And in Artes which they knew not they excell Thus whilst the soule doth hold her house an Hell Striving to be enlarg'd becomes more free Then workes shee like her selfe exceeding well That wonder t is the same to heare and see O sacred soule but God who 's like to thee NOw for the Hart fraile life first intertaines And is the last part that from it departes Without which dull were reason dead the braines It 's taken for the part which powre impartes To VVit and VVill whereby they play their partes So as it 's held the Mirrour of the minde For when the Minde vnto herselfe converts The Hart is interposd where shee doth finde Her feature fowle or faire cleere-eied or blinde Then for the Hart is such a powreful thing My hart desires to touch it feelingly And for the Hart doth paine or pleasure bring The paine is pleasure when Head properlie Makes hand discribe the Hartes hart handsomly Earst Mans internal partes we did devide Into three VVombes the Braines the Brest Belly About the Braines before our skill we tride And now by it the Brest must be discride Which is the Shoppe of al the Instruments Wherewith the vitall Vertue operates The Hart the Lunges with al Lifes incidents In region of the Brest doe hold their States Whose Bulke them Bulwarkes frō what ruynates The Midriff parteth them from partes that feede Which the third VVombe the Belly circulates It being a Muscle made for Natures neede Assisting in the Breathing Acte and Deede And next there is a Tunicle or Skin That over-spreads the Concaue of the Brest Much like a Spiders webbe subtile and thin Wherout two others grow to part the rest Because two places should be breath-possest So that if one being hurt could not respire The other might one halfe retaine at least To keepe Lifes breath at point to part intire And blowe the sparkes that kindle vitall fire These Felmes like to a Nett with fruite repleat Together hold what ere the Brest doth bound They line the Ribbes that whē the Lunges doe beate They might performe their office whole and sound Without being bone-bruiz'd which might thē confound So likewise in a Caule the Hart 's inclos'd Call'd Pericardion being Ovall round Or like a Flame for forme and so dispos'd To shew that vitall fire is there repos'd There in the Hart 's the fountaine whence doth flow Naturall heate and by the Artires sends It al abroade to make the Members grow And keepe them growne in plight to doe their ends And though each Instrument of breath attends
age maks most extreame So doth it cloth the bones with frolicke flesh For to the partes it makes the bloud to streame Which makes them grow doth thē ioy-refresh This mirth the hart must haue when head is fresh For wyny mirth proceedeth from excesse And all excesse doth but make nature nesh Vnable to endure times long processe How ere it may spend time in drunkennesse This correspondence then twixt flesh and sp'rite Should make our Mouth the House of Temperance For the Corpes qualities will answere right Her rule of Diet Then intemperance The Head and Hart doth odiously entrance The Hartes affects produce the Heades effects Which make the Soule and Bodies concordance Then sith the Bodie breeds the Soules affects The Soule should feede the same with right respects Respect of Health respect of name and fame Depending on our moderation Should be of force to make vs vse the same But when the Bodies depravation Toucheth the soule and bothes damnation All these respectes should being things so deere Inflame Desires immoderation Coldly to vse hott wines belly cheere For belly gods are but the Divells Deere Sith sicknesse then in bodie and in soule From tempers ill and ill affections flo VVitt ought VVills appetites to over-rule VVhen they to follow sense frō Reason go And bring them to the bent of wisdoms Bo For sith our soules by Knowledge things discerne From whence the will hath pow'r of willing too If Knowledge then be to them both a Sterne They should do nought but what of her they learne And so they doe but their Guide being blinde Of the right Eie no mervel though they runne Too much on the left hand from place assign'd Directed by Delight the senses sunne But Cloudes of sinne our Knowledge over-runne Which make her run awrie in rightest vvaies Whereby our silly soules are oft vndunne VVhen as shee weenes to winne immortall praise And crowne her Craft with everlasting Baies Who learnes a trade must haue a time to learne For without time an Habit is not gain'd So diverse skills the soule cannot discerne Vntill they be by exercize obtain'd For by it onely Habittes are attain'd VVhich Habitts stretch not onely to our Deedes But to our suffrings beeing wrong'd or pain'd For Customes force another Nature breedes And pyning soule with patience it feedes Vnto a soule impatient seldome crost Each Daie a yeare each yeare an Age doth seeme But a meeke soule with troubles often tost The time though long doth ordinarie deeme For Time and Troubles she doth light esteeme This well appeares in sicknesse though most ill At first we still doe worst of it misdeeme But staying long with vs we make our vvill Familiar with it so endure it still Afflictions water cooles the heate of sinne And brings soule-health But at the first like frost It soule benummes as it were starv'd therein And sense and Life and sp'rit thereby were lost The Crosse doth quell to Hell the seldome crost Hence is it Christ doth with his Crosse acquaint Those that be his whereof they glory'ng boast For that the Crosse wel borne creates the Saint As it to Fiendes transformeth them that faint Affliction Ladie of the happy life And Queene of mine though my life happlesse be Give my Soule endlesse peace in endlesse strife For thou hast powre to giue them both to me Because they both haue residence in thee Let me behold my best part in thine Eies That so I may mine imperfections see And seeing them I may my selfe despise For that self-selfe-love doth from selfe-liking rise Enfold me in thine Armes and with a kisse Of coldest comfort comfort thou my hart Breath to my Soule that mortified is Immortall pleasure in most mortall Smart Be ieloues of me play a Louers part Keepe Pleasure from my sense with sense of paine And mixe the same with pleasure by thine Arte That so I may with ioy the griefe sustaine Which ioye in griefe by thy deere loue I gaine When from our selves we are estranged quite Though it be strange we so estrang'd should be Thou mak'st vs know our selves at the first sight And bring'st vs to our selves our selues to see So that we throughly know our selues by thee But bright Voluptu'snesse doth blinde our Eyes That we can nothing see and lesse foresee But what within her gaudy Bozome lies Being a Mappe of glorious miseries Pleasure thou VVitch to this bewitching VVorld Eare-charming Siren sold to sweetest Synne Wherwith our Hartes as with Cords is ensnarl'd That breake the Cords we cannot being in How blest had we bin had'st thou never bin For hadst not thou bin Griefe had nere had beeing Sith at thine end all sorrow doth begin And it with thee hath too good-ill agreeing That 's leagu'd in ill and in good disagreeing Observaunce looke about with thy right Eye View this VVorlds Stage and they that play thereon And see if thou canst any one espie That plaies the wanton being wo-begon Or in VVealth wall'wing plaies not the VVanton See how deepe sighes pull in each panting syde Of the first sort in all their Action And how the second sort no where abide As standing on no ground through wanton pride The first with downe-cast lookes stil eie the Mould As waying whence they came where they must The second with high lookes the Cloudes behold To see how they for place and grace doe thrust Like these vngratious proude Oppressors iust Quiett and sadd the first doe still appeare The otherm madde with mirth for quarells lust Affliction thus to God doth Soules indeere When welfare makes them to the Devill deere Revile mee vvorld say I am Sincke of shame Nay worse then Ill it selfe if worse might be Thou dost not wrong me VVorld for so I am Although I am the worse dam'd VVorld for thee Spitt out thy fame-confounding spight at me Make me so vile that I my selfe may hate That so I may to my Reformer flee And be'ng reform'd I may still meditate On that pure Minde that mended my Minds state Then though Affliction be no welcome Ghest Vnto the world that loues nought but her weale Of me therefore shee shal be loved best Because to me shee doth the VVorld reveale Which worldly welfare would from me conceale It is a gaineful skill the VVorld to know As they can tel that with the VVorld doe deale It cost them much ere proofe the same doth show Which knowledge frō Afflictiō streight doth flow And though the entrance into Vertues way Be straite so strait that few doe enter in Yet being entred walke with ease we may For labour endes when vve doe but begin Sweat before Vertue lacky-like doth rin To ope the gate of Glory sempiterne That her triumphant coach might enter in So outward temp'ral toile ' gets blisse eterne Vpon the corpes of Vertue most interne Sith Custome then is of such liuely
force As it hath powre it selfe to overcome How blest are they that doe themselues divorce From Custome ill by force of good custome And ten times blessed they that from the VVombe Accustom'd are to Vertues straightest VVay For such by Custome vertuous become Though powreful Nature doe her selfe say nay For Nature Customes powre is forc'd t' obay When the Affections Acts are habits growne Then Vertues or els Vices are they nam'd A vicious Habit 's hardly overthrowne For our Affection is therewith enflam'd As with the fire infernall are the damn'd Who though they would and though they anguish haue Yet cannot that outragious mood be ram'd But still they raging sin and cannot saue Themselues from that that makes their griefe their graue A vicious Habit is Hels surest Gin Wherewith a Man is sold to sinne and shame Running from sinne to sinne and nought but sinne As Rivers runne the same and not the same Til the mindes Iointes sinnes force doth so vnframe That it becomes most loose and dissolute Neither regarding heav'n hell shame nor fame But to liue loathsomly its resolute Thus Habits ill make evill absolute But few there are in whom all vice concurres And fewer are they that all faults doe want Vnto the worst offences cling like Burres And to the best as to the Adamant The Iron cleaues for the Church militant By nature is accompanied with sinne Yet the least force of faith partes them I grant Because it cleaues but sleightly to the skinne But to the wickeds flesh its fastned in For as a burre the longer it abides Vpon a garment being cott'nd hy The more the VVooll windes in his hooked sides So sinne the longer it in Flesh doth ly The faster to the same it s fixt thereby If Nature then sinne soone doth entertaine Vse violence to Nature by and by That it perforce may from the same refraine For what skill cannot force may yet constraine And as the Burre to VVooll so being fixt With skill or force cannot be parted thence But that some part will with the VVooll be mixt So sinne where it hath had long residence Will leaue remaines there maugre violence But Iron from the loadstone cleane will fall With but a touch and so wil sinnes offence From those in whom it s not habitual With but a touch of Faith though nere so small That I may touch the Subiect of my Rimes More home though homely I the same doe touch And for my travell'd Muse might breath somtimes And that the Reader too might doe as much Lest that prolixitie might make him grutch Here shall shee make a stande and looke a-backe As Riders rancke on Steepes haue customes such To breath their bony Nags when winde they lacke And courage them againe like toile to take THe knowledge of the Soule and of her Powres Is the well-head of morrall-VVisedomes flood Hence know we al worth knowing that is ours In body or in Soule that 's ill or good And if these Powres be rightly vnderstoode We know the founts from whēce our Actions slow And from what cause proceedeth ev'ry moode Or good or ill and where that cause doth grow Al this and more this knowledge makes vs know For in the Soule doth shine though sinne-obscur'd By Natures light great light of such science Whereby the Soule is made the more assur'd In all her Actions and Intelligence Though oft deceav'd by seeming goods pretence And for the Soule is to the body bound Affections therein haue their residence That as with wings the soule with thē might boūd Aboue her selfe from being bloud y drown'd Wherefore shee hath Affections of two kinds The one eggs on the other doe restraine By which the Minde the body turnes and windes As they the mind and minde the Corpes constraine Yet whē these Curbs our head-strong nature paine It winceth with the Heele of willfull-will Orethrowing those Affects that doe it reigne And in extremities it runneth still Which is the Race of Ruine Rest of Ill. This comes to passe when as we overpasse The bounds of Nature by our Natures vice And in some one excesse we do surpasse Desiring more then Nature may suffice To which our corrupt natures vs intice For let the least Necessity appeere A ken from vs though neere so smal of price We hold what els we hold though nere so deere VVorthlesse and for that want with woe we steere Hence is it that with never-ceasing toile And no lesse care we traverse all this All Nay all that All we restleslie turmoile And bandy as it were this Earthie Ball Past reasons reach to win worlds wealth withal Desire of having thus still moiles the minde Though Nature be suffis'd with pittance small VVhich makes vs loose our selues when wee it finde Sith see our selues we cannot being blinde It blinds our Eyes that seldom'st are deceav'd Eyes of our Soule that make our Bodies see Then Soule and Bodie cannot be perceav'd By their owne vertue when they blinded be And mine and thine doth sever mee and thee Nought can content vs. Therefore the Affects Are in the soule like windes that nere agree Vpon the Sea and worke the like effects Some great some smal yet like in most respects Beside the chiefe windes and Collaterall Which are the VVindes indeede of chiefe regard Sea-men observe more thirtie two in all Al which are pointed out vpon their Carde But our Minds Mapp though many may be spar'd Containeth many more Affects then these All which though sett our Minds Content to guard Yet sturr they vp as VVindes doe on the Seas Vnquiet Passions which the Minde disease When Zephire breathes on Thetis she doth smile Shee entertaines that gale with such content But if proude Boreas doe puffe the while Shee 's madd with rage and threates the Continent For those proud puffes her soule doe discontent So some Affections our soules browes vnbend And other some doe sextiply each dent Some meanely please some meanely doe offend And some doe make the Soule her Soule to rend Those that doe meanely moue Affections hight The other Huff-snuffes Perturbations be These later rudely gainst their Guides doe fight And so enfume them that they cannot see Or make them from their Charge away to flee So that the soule being left without a Guide And tost with Passions that still disagree Doth like a Sternelesse Shippe at randon ride On mightiest Seas wrack-threatn'd on each syde For if our Reasons iudgment blinded be Th' Affections needes must ever run awrie And draw with thē each sense tumultuoslee To offer violence to lowe and hye That God and Nature tast their tyranny Let but the Hart bee loue-sicke and the same Will carry Iudgment where his Loue doth ly And there confine it setting all on flame That offers but resistance once to name The lower Iudgment in our blood is sunck The lower is her reach in Reas'ns discourse For Iudgmēt
but trie To keepe them in in their conceaving place Dissembling so Discretions fowle disgrace But as I cannot colour my defects So can I wel dissemble in no case Which is the cause of many badd effects For none though nere so vaine this vaine affects Teares are the Tokens of a Passion'd Soule That Hart for Loue somtimes sends to the Eies And oft they witnes there Ioy Paine or Dole But how so ere from Passion strong they rise Which Passion in Compassion often lies Mine Eies are kyn too neere of kyn to these Which though my Spirit doth it much despise Yet doe they turne mine Eyes too oft to Seas To drowne Harts Passion and to give it ease But blessed were I if mine Eyes could flowe With Teares of Pittie seeing the distrest But much more blest had I then to bestow And franckly giue then were I treble blest In Teares in wealth and in both so addrest My Secret to my selfe I blesse Him ay For being no worse though badd I be at best The lesse I speake of what I feele that way The more I feele his grace my thoughts to sway He Fount of goodnesse holie be his name Was often seene when he as man was seene To weepe and seem'd delighted with the same Seeing the VVorld through his Teares stil oreseene That might by his example blest haue beene Who never was observ'd to laugh or iest Either in Manhood or when yeares were greene At merry-meetings or at vveddings feast Showing thereby what moode fitts Vertue best If Ioy at any time had toucht his Soule As when his words had made a Proselite He only wise would wisely it controule For that this moode with Maiesty doâ—h fight Which in his Person was enthron'd by right This we admire as that we cannot doe For we in pleasures vaine so much delight That Ioy may make vs madd and kill vs too For Ioy or Griefe can our hart-stringes vndoe Thus when our Teares doe testifie our ruth We neede not rue or of them be asham'd For Vertue therein her owne selfe ensuth When with self-selfe-love her Soule is most inflam'd Which self-selfe-loue burns the Soul yet nere is blam'd Wherefore such Teares and Teares effus'd for sinne Is wyne of Angels so by Angells nam'd Then blessed are those Founts that never lyn To send forth streames that Angells glory in VVhen sighes for sinne ascendâ— Mercy descends And in the rise their flight anticipates Grace centreth sighes that Mercy comprehends But sighes from sinne ascending Mercie hates Sighes for and from sinne are vnequall mates From sinne none but sighes sinneful can arise But sighes for sinne high grace consociates And did not Mercie stay them in the rise They would with violence the Heav'ns surprise Two kindes of Ioy or Griefe the Hart conceaues For Good or Ill possessed or future The name of Hope the later Ioy receaues Which of some good to come doth vs assure The latter Griefe doth Feare in vs procure Of Ill to come which we with Griefe expect So Ioy and Hope or Griefe and Feare in powre Are much alike their ods Time doth effect And take their names as they doe Time respect Hope time to come respects bred by Desire Desire of good wherein we Ioie by Hope Hope hath no helpe of science but intire Rests on coniecture which to doubt lies ope And likelyhood giues her her vtmost scope Yet Hope that 's fixt on that all-working VVord That gaue Earth being and the Heav'nly Cope Excludes Coniecture and is so assur'd As if that hopt for Time did straite afford Then no true Ioy can hope accompany That hath but likelyhood for her best stay For such hope Posse evermore doth eie Which ere it comes to Esse slides away For in each Possibilitie we may Behold a possibilitie of faile Which must of force our hope sometimes dismay Then Feare a shaking hope must needes assaile And hope must shake that crosse events may quaile Such is the VVickeds most assured hope Who Ancor it on transitorie Toyes They feare the cracking of that cable Rope That holds them to their hopes expected ioies Contingencie their constan'st hope annoies Which ay is constant in vnconstancie And oft them with their groundlesse hope destroies Which fils their hopes with dire perplexity And lines their ioies with lasting miserie But hope that hath for obiect certaine things As those which Truthes nere-failing word assures In great'st distresse great consolation brings And like good sauce an appetite procures Griefe to disgest as long as life endures This hope makes harts to hold that els would breake And harts almost quite broken shee recures And when our foes by force our ruine seeke She giues vs streÌ„gth to weene their force too weake Shee holds the powres of hell in high contempt And makes a iest of temp'ral powre or paine From all annoy of both shee is exempt For in Griefes bowels shee doth ioie retaine As Ionas did in the VVhales intertaine The aire shee striketh with so strong a winge That aire or fire the force cannot restraine But vp shee will through both and ev'ry thing That lets her from the place of her biding Nay she with such resistlesse wings doth flie That shee her selfe her selfe doth oft surmount The Faithfuls Father made her so to stie And diverse other Saintes of lesse account Being on her VVings she maugre force wil mount Who through the ten-fold heav'ns though thick hard CaÌ„ glide with ease as Fish do through a fouÌ„t Nor by the high'st himselfe can shee be bard But will prevaile as it with Iacob far'd Thus Ioy and Hope goe iointly hand in hand Like Twins got by Desire by Fancie borne And as Hopes ioie on future Good doth stand So Fear 's a griefe conceav'd for Ill vnborne Which we expect wherewith the Soule is torne Then looke what ods there is twixt Hope and Ioy The like 's twixt Feare and griefe in minds forlone A like they comfort or the Minde annoy As they best know that best or worst enioy Feare doth the Hart contract that Hope dilates And shut so close that vitall Sp'rits it pines Then Nature to prevent death which shee hates Drawes bloud and Sp'rits from al the parts confines And to the Hart in haste the same assignes Then are the outward partes as pale as cold And quake as fearing their approaching fines Then pants the heart that labours life to hold Which ties the Tongue womb loosing ere it should And as this sense-confounding Passion Feare The hart with horror thus excruciates So in the soule it such a swaie doth beare That it the Powres thereof quite dissipates And makes most abiects of most mightie States How like an Idoll stands Feares servile Slaue Whose total senses Feare so captivates That no one sense hath force it selfe to saue But Death desires to kill the feare they haue If this base Feare harts hatefull hel possesse The hart the
insist But what I shall in this behalfe insert Through my no skill and lesse experiment Comes from a Muse that can but speake of part Much lesse hath skill to teach al government Or if shee had shee were too insolent So to presume sith Reason hath bin strain'd To highest reach for Rules of Regiment Sufficeth me to touch it as constrain'dâ— By that I handle els would haue refrain'd Nor wil I iustifie all rules for right That Policie approveth for direct God and Mans wisedome are repugnant quite Mans wisedome holdes for good a good effect Caused by ill which Gods doth stil reiect And to doe all that Policie doth will Must needes the soule with mortal Sores infect Heare what shee wils then iudge if well or ill And vse or els refuse it as yee will Whose powre if it with puissance be conioin'd Controules al powres saue hellish or divine It glues together states that VVarres vnioin'd And severs those that Concord did combine It makes or marres disposing Mine and Thine On Sov'raignes heads it makes Crownes close to sit That sooner shal their heads then Crownes decline It makes VVill law when VVit thinkes Law vnfit Yet wils that Law should lincke with VVill and wit It tels the Statesman sitting at the Sterne Embozom'd by his sov'raigne he must be Carefull the humor of his Lige to learne And so apply himselfe thereto that hee May neither crosse nor with it stil agree Like Sol that with nor gainst the Heaven goes But runnes ascue by whose obliquitie Each thing on Earth's conserv'd and gayly groes So Councellors their councels shoulde dispose And as the Moone reflects her borrowed light Vnto the Sunne that but lent her the same So statesmen should reflect how ere vnright Their wel-deservings and their brightest fame Vnto their Liege as though from him it came For Princes may put shame of their oresights Vpon their servants who must beare the blame Applying praises of those mens foresights Vnto themselues as if they were their rights Great Subiects must beware of subiects loue And Sov'raignes hate the first oft breeds the last Kings wil their Brethren hate if not reproue For being too wel belov'd who often tast The evil speede that growes from that loues hast Which makes great subiects in great policie That would of King and subiect be embrac'd To mix their vertues deeds with villany T' avoide the plague of Popularitie With submisse voice it tels the Soveraigne Severity makes weake Authoritie If that too oft the Subiects it sustaine And smal faults punisht with great cruelty Makes Feare and Hate desp'rate rebell'ouslie For death of Patients Emprickes lesse defame Then Executions oft doe Sov'raignty And all that haue delighted in the same Haue hate incurr'd and often death with shame For Policie can hardly wel prevent The purpose of true Hate made obstinate With ceaslesse plagues and extreame punishment For when the weakest hand is desperate It may confound a Caesar so a state Who death desires is Lord of others life He feares not hell that would be reprobate A calme Authoritie represseth strife When much severitie makes Rebels rifeâ— It 's better cure then cut of members ill If it may be and if that wil not serue Yet cut them off as t' were against thy will For Men hate not their members which they kerue Or cleane cut off the rest so to preserue For Cruelty sometimes is Clemencie Its mercy in the Prince peace to conserue To cut off Rebels with severity Lest they prevailing make an Anarchie And if in case a mighty Multitude Of mighty Men for Treason were to dy Policie would not haue the sword imbrude In bloud of them as t' were successiuely But all at once let them al headlesse ly For oft revenge with bloud to iterate The malice may suppresse of few too hy But stirres the harts of all to mortall hate Which may impeach the most secured state And therefore that which must be cut away Away with it at once quoth Policie And to the sores these plaisters ply straight way Doe some great good that argues Charity And pardon some to shew thy Clemencie To shedde the bloud of corrupt Maiestrates Doth not a little the paine qualifie The sacrifice of such hate expiates Thus bloud must heale what bloud exulcerates Intemp'rate Patients make Phisitions cruell And wayward Subiects make the Prince seveare Ceaselesse abuses of Ire is the fuell Can Sov'raignes beare when Subiects nought forbeare Such must be taught to loue through cause of feare For oft a ijrke from a kinde Masters hand AmoÌ„g much cockring makes our loue more deere When as we know it with our weale doth stand So short correction tends to long command Iudges corrupt and all Extortioners Like Spunges must be vsâ—d squiz'd being full And so must Iustice handle Vsurers They pull from Subiects Kings from theÌ„ must pull And wheÌ„ their fleece is grown sheare off the wooll These are the Canker-wormes of Common weales They mortifie and make the Members dull Then when the Head thereof these Cankers feeles He needes must clense them ere the Body heales For whosoever feares hate over much Knowes not as yet what Rules to Rule belong Let Subiects grutch without iust cause of grutch They will wheÌ„ they perceave the Prince they wroÌ„g To right the same continue Subiects long By Punishment and by Reward a State May be ore-aged beeing over yong In Mould of Love to melt the Commons hate Is to correct without respect of state From Piety and cleere-Eyde Providence Authoritie derives resistlesse force For Piety constraines Obedience Sith all beleeves the Heau'ns doe blesse her coorse And Providence subiection doth enforce For it foresees where Riott may runne out And with strong Barres which Barristers r'enforce Makes fast the Parke-pale there and round about That to goe through no one wil goe about It teacheth Princes wisely to beware How they exhaust their store for warre in peace To maintaine Reuellings and nothing spare That tends to Sensualities increase Although therfore their Flocks they often fleece It ill beseemes quoth Providence the Prince His owne and publike Treasures to decrease For private satisfaction of the sense Which sincks the State with waight of vain expeÌ„ce If there be factions for Sions cause So bee 't they breake not bounds of Charitie Instruction sooner then Correction drawes Such Discords to a perfect Vnity That yeelds a sweete Soule-pleasing harmony For when a Violls strings doe not concent We doe not rend them straight but leisurely VVith patience put in tune the Instrument So must it be in case of Government It s the least freedome Subiects can demaund To haue but liberty to hold their peace Who keepe their errors close from being scand Doe hurt none but themselves in warre or peace If Freedome true Obedience release It will containe it selfe in
fulfill And leave the Reader to thinke what he will NOw may we range next to the Ranke of loue Other Affections and to doe it right We must place Favoure there by which w'approve Of some thing wherein we conceave delight For that it 's good in deede or so in sight Herein Loues obligation doth commence Yet favoure may haue force where loue lacks might But without Favoure Loue is a non ENS For Favoure waites vpon Loves excellence Then Reverence with Favour we may Ranke Bredd by comparing some high Dignitie With some inferior State that Fortune sanck Which then is in it's right especially When extreame feare and Hatred come not ny For though in Rev'rence Feare and Shamefastnesse VVith moderation doe obscurely lye Yet Feare by some Ill caus'd Good doth suppresse Still seene in that which breedes our humblenesse True rev'rence therefore beare we vnto God Who is allâ—good as he almightie is For fear'd we nought but his revenging Rodd Our Rev'rence would be turn'd to hate by this Then Rev'rence growes from pow'r and grace of his And whosoere with them he most endowes Of Rev'rence from lesse Rev'rend cannot misse For Rev'rence Pow'r and Goodnesse still ensues And the lesse worthie to the better bowes For when we eie the vertue pow'r and grace Of the most Noble truely called so And looke vpon our selves and weigh how base VVe are compar'd with them then bend we lo As vnto them that vs in Good out-go For as selfe-liking doth enlarge the Hart Or puffe it vp like Bladders which we blo So it contracts it selfe in ev'ry part When we see others passe vs in desart Then as we rev'rence God for goodnesse more Then for his might and awfull Maiesty So if we would be rev'renc't of the Low'r We must surmount them in that ex'lency That makes vs most resemble Dëity For whereas Goodnesse doth associate Might There the most Insolent most rev'rently Though otherwise repleat with al Dispight VVill doe their Homage freely with delight For homage fealty and honor are To sacred Vertue due by Natures Law Honor we owe to Vertue though but bare And Vertue matcht with might doth Rev'rence draw Then Honor Reverence and loving awe Are due to Maiestie and that is due To Magistrats that Men froÌ„ Vice with-draw And make them Vertue eagerly ensue Themselues therin be'ng Leaders of the Crue The last Affects to Love subordinate Are Mercy and Compassion These are they VVhich make vs like God to commiserate The miseries of those that still decay Or are at point to perish without stay These these bewraie that we are Members quick Of that same Bodie whose Head doth bewray That they are Members mortifide or sick VVhich feele no paines that fellow members prick These make vs make the hand of the distrest Our Mucke and Earthly Mammons continent Yea make vs make the Orphanes home our Brest And our right Arme the VVeedowes Sustinent And all that want our All them to content O that these were more frequent then they are With those that doe our Churches so frequent For damn'ds Devotion that will nothing spare But for selfe-comfort altogither care These Colledges and Hospitals erect And both endow with copious maintenance These are so prevalent in their effect That they vnto the Heav'ns doe Earth advance Wherein there is no want or sufferance These doe forgiue as gladly as they giue Vnto their foes miscarried by Mischance These good and bad like God in lacke relieue For Mercies Bowels melt when anie grieue These Bridges builde ore Rivers semi-Seas And turne deepe VVaies though endlesse in extent To Cawseis firme for Man and Beasts more ease And ev'ry waie provide for bothes content Through fellow-feeling of their dryriment These make their VVaredrops and the Needies one And their owne Limbes limbes of the impotent Ioy with the ioiefull mone with them that mone And sigh in soule when they in Bodie grone O that my soule could as it gladly would It selfe infuse into each worde or line That tendes to Mercies glorie then it should So as it ought at least like Phoebus shine If not at most bee more then most divine For Mercie and Iustice are Gods mightie Armes But he most might to Mercie doth assigne As bee'ng the right Arme holding all from harmes Though All do fall through Frailties least Alarmes Mercie 's the true Idea of Gods Soule Wherein his matchlesse glorie glitters most Which is of force his Iustice to controule For when in Iustice all that are were lost Then Mercie them redeem'd to Iustice cost The Lord of Iustice was vniustly slaine That Mercie might triumph and iustly boast As Loue first made so Mercie made againe Man-kind that sin had marr'd with monstrous stain Sith Mercie then is of so high account Shee should bee most familier with the Hy For God in mercy doth himselfe surmount That is it doth himselfe most glorify So they that eie the Poore with Pitties eie And haue most mercie seated in their soule Draw neer'st the nature of his Dëity Whose names engrossed are in his Check-role And next him ought the VNIVERS to rule THus having toucht th' Affections most humane That humane nature doe consociate Now follow those that are most inhumane Bred by Opinion of Ill which wee hate Which make vs savage or in worse estate The vnrest of our soules the while they rest Within our Bodies and predominate Proceedes from fowre chiefe causes of vnrest Which thus by Natures searchers are exprest Desire Feare Griefe Ioy all immoderate Which perturbations be from these proceede Al Passions which the soule excruciate Which the Mindes ignorance doth fatting feede As knowing not what 's good or Ill indeede Desire and Ioie those goods accompany Which be not good further then Natures neede And that a little God wot doth supply For overmuch doth her soone mortifie Aske peace and plenty what fell fights they haue With these three Monsters Pride Strife Excesse Hardly themselues if they at all doe saue From their fell force they eas'ly wil confesse Yet God with Peace and Plentie Man doth blesse That Man might blesse God both in word and deede Not take occasion from thence to transgresse But from these Fountaines pure doe oft proceede By their abuse Abuses which exceede For sinne in peace and plentie is so arm'd VVith all that may allure the simple sense That sense by those allurements is so charm'd That soone it yeeldes to sinne obedience As it were forc'd by some Omnipotence When sinne so sweetly doth intreate and pray And promise Flesh Heav'n in Incontinence To which prosperity doth Flesh betray How can fraile Flesh and Bloud say sweet sinne nay If Tast would tast what might her Pallate please Sinne offers Manna Nectar and what not VVould touching feele sinne opens pleasures Seas To plunge the sense therein it to besot The smell shee ioies with sents as sweete as
Choler if too little little steeds And if too much too much doth make vs fret But being meane it many Vertues breeds And with an actiue warmth the blood it feeds For to be angery and not to sinne Is an obligatorie Heast divine For whiles we are that holy anger in Not wholly angery it is a signe We flame with that which doth our soules refine For in our Soules the iry-pow'r it is That makes vs at vnhallowed thoughts repine And sober soules are zealous made by this Then zealous soules can hardly Anger misseâ— Thus Ire I pleade for thee but thou hurt'st mee O be propitious therefore hurt me not Then Volumes large â—le write concerning thee Which without blott of blame I al wil blott VVith blacke that shal thy bright make bright as hott So leaue I thee and would thou me would'st leaue Yet leaue me not as one thou hast forgott But mind me stil when I should thee conceaue Gainst ill that would my soule of good bereaue For so thou didst possesse Gods patient Soule When he as God and Man the Temple clear'd With VVhipps of money-Changers who did proule For filthie Pelfe in place to him endear'd Where most of al he should be serv'd and fear'd So be with me deere Ire till thou and I Must part or â— by thee no further steer'd Then may agree with perfect pietie And well may stand with true felicitie NOw from vnloving Ire doth Hatred spring Which is more Hellish for its lasting Ire As some suppoâ—e which is a damned thing Like to the Devill her prodigious Sire VVho Loues to hate as Loue hates that desire Sith God and Nature hath made Man in loue To loue God and his like with loue intire VVhat Vice can Vertue in man more reproue Then that which Man to misse his Ende doth move Yet Ire from Hatred must distinguisht be For Ire proceeds froÌ„ some wrong done to vs But Hatred is conceav'd as soone as we Suppose a Creature to be odious Though to vs it were nere iniurious And Time can Ire aswage but hardly Hate Ire would but vex but Hatred's murderous Revenge cooles Ire but cannot Hate abate Ires hart can melte but Hates is obdurate Loue is the Linck that lincks maÌ„ kind by kind Louing and kinde in perfect Vnion This Statute sans defesance men doth bind To succour one another woe-begon As if they were not diverse but al one But Hatred is the Hatchet which doth cleeve Mankinde to peeces in confusion Releefe refusing and â—ake to releeve Yet giues more daÌ„mage theÌ„ it would receave None harbreth Hatred but men like the Devill The Proud Envious which are ful of hate These hateful Hell-hounds loue this lothsome Evill Because it seekes mankinde to ruinate VVhat can the Devill worse excogitate It is the Toade that swells with Venome such That no force can resist much lesse abate The Moath of MaÌ„-kind worse theÌ„ nought by much Yet most indiff'rent to the Poore and Rich. But hate inhabits Man to good effect VVhen he loues nought that is not perfect good For he through Hate doth Evill still reiect VVhich would corrupt his Nature Mind Moode And make it like it selfe a Nihilhood Such hate is happie holy and divine By which the force of Ill is stil withstood This Hate we ought to loue which doth repine At al which doth not Loue aright refine Then sacred Hate let my Loue thee embrace And to an Habit grow'n inhabit mee Sith thou flow'st from the Fountes of Loue Grace O let my love be ever backt by thee Then Ill from Loue so backt wil ever flee It is a feaver of the Minde to hate That 's hate to Loue but wheÌ„ they both agree They doe preserve the Soule in perfect state Whilst Ill of Ills they quite annihilate TheÌ„ hate my Soule that thou maist ever love That which this Hate doth loue with loue intire That is al good below much more aboue Wherto this hate through loue would faine aspire For perfect Love inflames iust Hates desire No otherwise then VVater hott or cold Though in some sorte it doth oppung the fire Yet makes the flames thereof more manifold VVhen it is cast thereon so as it should Thus Ire and Hatred may be good or ill According to their obiects And Envy Their aie familier doth follow still Hatred and Ire to make a Trinity Which may be vs'd well ill or neut'rally It is well vs'd for Gods foes good successe But ill when it anothers good doth eye And neut'rally when it doth not transgresse The boundes of Love for loving more or lesse Shee is to Mercie alwaies opposit In her true kinde for Mercy stil doth grieue At others harmes but envi's glad of it And pines with paine when others wel doe thriueâ— Yea liues in death when others liue to liue Some envy others gains that hinder theirs Some others weale wheÌ„ they cannot arriue Vnto the like some other that aspires To that they sought but faild of their desires But some there are that envy others good Without respect of their owne benefit Only because they think their fate 's withstoode When others on the least good fortune hit Or doe the least good getting praise for it This is the envie than which none is worse Ev'n that of Sathan for Men most vnfit This is the envie that incurres his curse That from Heav'n for the like did Angels force For envies eies pry most of al on praise The noblest goods goods of the noblest Minde They most envie and stil themselues they raise To highest vertue where they fixt it finde Heereat the teeth of envie most doe grinde For looke how much the Minde the Corpes excels And the Mindes riches are of rarer kinde So much the more the hart of envie swels At those that haue these goods then any els Shee is Prides second selfe or other name Monsters distinct yet vndiuiduall In heav'n and earth hath wel appeer'd the same For both made heau'nly Lucifer to fall So doe they Lucifers terrestrial Pride 's more apparaÌ„t for it needs must swel But envy euer lines Prides Pectorall Pride 's as the high'st envie the lowest hell Worse Hags theÌ„ either can in neither dwel Pride before all desires to be preferr'd If anie therefore be preferr'd before Shee instantly is with fel envie stirr'd And the more rise her envie is the more Though Meeknes mount prids hart doth ake therfore For shee thinkes only shee doth al excel Then others excellence her heart must gore As others heav'n on earth is Envies hell So others rising makes Pride still to swell For where there is no sunne no shadow is And where 's no weale or glory envi's not Shee feedes on her owne hart and others blisse Shee skornes to looke so low as to their lot That are of Fortune or the world forgot Therefore shee lurkes about the Courtes
â—o traÌ„sgres theÌ„ a They that favor sin are aâ— worthye of death as they that coÌ„mit the sin Rom 1.31 The way by precepts is obscure long but by exampleâ— shoâ—te plaine Senec. b Princes and Priests ought to be the Exchequers of Gods inestimable Graces c Good works ar much more perswasiue to good life theÌ„ good wordes d Good life is the effect and glory of the church militaÌ„t of the good Pastors thereof Blessed is the Prince Priest whose liues serue for vnwriâ—en law Mâ—s-goveâ—nment â—or the most parte iâ— cauâ—e of rebellion an aâ—gument of the goodnes of ours WilliaÌ„ Duke of Normandy Others harme teach vs to shuÌ„ what caused them Brittanâ— Saxon Dane It is a glorious matter to coÌ„quer but a much more glorious to vse the Conquest well The way to establish a state purchased with the sword A consequent of removing great ones in a newe-conquered kingdome 20 And odde descentes of Kings and Queens since the conquest As this of this Conqueror France Our glory shame Avaâ—ice and Pride the perverters of Peace It is meer madnes to trust the Crown in their handes that long to put it on their owne heads Rich 1. taken prisoner in Austria The sincerest minds may be teÌ„pted aboue their strength by the glitering glosse of a crown lying within reach The Pope interdicted the land By poison as some saie Edward 1. All kings that thought so thrivâ—d the better * WaÌ„ ScotlaÌ„d That which is gotâ—eÌ„ with the Sword must so bee mainetained which little instrument can remooue Obstacâ—es bee they never so gâ—eat or keep them downe that wold rise without permission To rule is as much as to amend that which is amisse or awry b A Prince once in obloquie doe hee wel or ill al is ill taken of his subiects Tacitus Hist. Simil. Claw-backs and Sinn-soothers d The more wealth the more woo if evil imployed Edward 3. The divine Vengeance sleepes not though it wincks Richard of Burdeux One evil corrupteth another and evill put to evill is cause of mutuall destructioÌ„ h God executes his owne iustice by the iniustïce of others i Present pleasures take away the thought of future paine Henry 4. k A Kinge should be able to councell as chiefe councellor and direct as chiefe Captaine Henry 5. l Vengeance attends the 3. and 4 generation of mercilesse maÌ„quellers Henry 6. Rich. Duke of York claimed the crowne in Parliament * No king iâ— but halfe onâ—â— The fruites springing froÌ„ the powâ—e of ParliameÌ„ts to make Kings in England * Germanicus because one or two in the Army had only a purpose to salute him by the name of Emperor was never wel brooked til by his own death he had paide the price of other meÌ„s rashnes Tac Hist. * No wisdome prevailes against Gods decree Edward 4. a The effects of civil warre for looke how much Peace is betâ—er then warr so mâ—ch is â—orraine invasion better then civill dissention b Civill warre tenâ—es to the preiudice of the yet vnborne c Kings houses yeeld many such Vermine d For a poore and hungry Army cannot observe military disciplin Casiodorus e Ambition vpon the least opportunitie setts vpoÌ„ what so ere hinders hir rising f More coÌ„mon weales are ruined for want of good obayers theÌ„ good commanders g Iealousy is glued to loue and to a Crowne h Birth Bequest Laws of God Nature Nations and ReasoÌ„ togeather with all kingly worthines makes good our now kings possession i Neerenesse of blood doth oft put hartes furthest a sunder in Kâ—ngdomes cases k The Lawe it selfe will rather admitt a mischiefe theÌ„ an inconvenience l He alwaies shal be suspected hated of the Prince in possession whoÌ„ men doe account worthy or like to be Prince in succession Tacitus Hist. The Valor fierce courage of the great Cousin displeaseth the iealous Soveraigne Tacit. m All crafty Achitophell-like councels are in showe pleasant in execution hard and in event deadly dangerous n A BaÌ„kerours peace is in civill discord his discord is in peace o Gods Iudgments are inscrutable but none vniust p Iustice equal in quality quantity for Henry 6. and his Sonne were murdered c. q Man ought not to vse maÌ„ prodigally Seneca Richard 3. r Vnder this King to do ill wasâ— not alwaies safeâ— alwaies vnsafe to doe well as Tacitus reports of Neros raigne Princes that tyrannously governe their people haue greater cause to feare good men then theÌ„ that bee evill They which coÌ„teÌ„n peace and covet honour doe lose both peace honor A good cause in publike war like the Cape Bone spei coÌ„ducts to the laÌ„d of triumph Hen. 7. A good prince makâ— war that hee may haue peace and endures labor in hope of rest Salust Eccles. 5 8â— * Where God is praised meÌ„s endevors are blessed * Two things doe establish the Throns of kings prudeÌ„ce pietie the one aâ—earing in their Actions the other in their manners 1. King 3.12 Homer faineth all the Gods to sleep except Iupiter implying ther by the care of a good King for his subiectâ— Princes ought to measure their Actions by the standerd of their Laws as this did Hen. 8. His sword was so successefull as made his neighbours glad of his friendship feareful of his indignation Mercie may haue her excesse in humaÌ„ things Clemency is most daungerous where wheÌ„ soft quiet dealing draweth on more evil then severityâ— * Forrain CoÌ„questes were costly in achiving costly in holding oft no lesse costly then dishonoâ—rable in forgoing * In liberal larges to his friends servants Our Kinges might haue had a double intrest in their subiectes The hearts of Kings are in his hands that disposeth all things to effect his inevitable decrees Beheaded him He knew it was not the speach of a wise man to say who woulde haue thought it Edw. 6. Simil. a For private good b Disorder mother of Confusion c Sedition the plague of perverâ—nesse d Fortune ofteÌ„ reserveth tâ— the hardest chanceâ— them whoÌ„ she advaÌ„ceth to the greatest dignity The fortunate cannot doe ill iâ— they would He is made wise too late that is made wisâ— by his owne hâ—rme and irrecovâ—rable lâ—sâ—e f Dâ—pâ—â—t from thâ—â—e enemies and bewâ—re of thy fâ—iendes Eccle. 6.13 g Frailty is ful of falshood h There is nothing more profitable to mortall men then distrust Euripides i They that stand with all worldes will stand with no world if the world stand not with theÌ„ Queen Mary k Love covers the multitude oâ— sins in our neighboure what should it doe theÌ„ in our Soveraignes that haue more meanes inducemeÌ„ts to sin theÌ„ private peâ—sons l Queene Elizabeth m All that vnderstand the worth of blessed Peace will say Amen to a praier for Peace God will rather heare the Orisons of theÌ„ that pray for Peace theÌ„ the TruÌ„pets that proclaime warres n So often wee play with Gods
iudgmeÌ„ts because we feele not the force therâ—of that at length like the Fly in the flame we are consumed of them o Civill warre is faâ—re worse then Tyranny or vniust iudgmeÌ„t Plutarch in Bruto p Gods commandements A Recapitulation of what hath bin discoursed touching the Kings of England their governments William Conqueror q Vis vnita fortior New Lords new Lawes r To hurt and heale for more health is holsome s Blessed is the affliction that procures greater perfection t Soone ripe soone rotten Edward 1. Longshancks Edw. 2. Rich. 2 Hen. 6. Edw. 5. a Ambition gathers resistles strength in a Kings weakenes Maiesty without magnanimity is vnassured Livie 2. â— b I haue seene servaÌ„ts on horses Princes walking like â— servaÌ„ts on the ground Eccl. 10.7 Edw. 3 Hen 4. Hen. 5. Edw. 4. Loving feare a sure guarde to Soveraigns No kingdâ—me free froÌ„ Ambition Kingdoms the obiects of fortune Envy Simil. a PerfectioÌ„ humane AmbitioÌ„ a sore of the minde incurable b An inevitable incoÌ„venience Richard 3. a Ambition would destroy al to be aboue all Hen. .7 Vniust peace is to be prefer red before iust warre Livie Yet open war is more secure theÌ„ suspitious peace Tac. 4. Hist. Great heapes are made of many litle thiÌ„gs in peace brought to nothinge in warre Peace good government the Parents of Prosperity God selleth vs riches for the price of labor We are said to be well backt when wee are no worse frended a Gold makes al thinâ—s pregnable b Money is the very sinâ—wes of a State Mucian c The good of the Subiects is the obiect of the good â—rince d Money saith Thucidides makes weapoÌ„s forcible and profitable Cyrusâ— was wont to say he heaped great treasures wheÌ„ he enriched his friends Subiects f Let Kinges that desire to live in peace provide in time thinges necessary for warre g Tiberius of Constantinople accounted that for counterfet coyne that was levied with Teares and cryings of the people h The bitings of enraged necessitie are most dangerousâ— Portiuâ— latro Hen. 7. a true Paâ—terne of a wise and vertuous Prince Hen. 8. Bounty doeth cover manie faults Avarice obscureth many vertues Guiftes doe superinduce the heart to loue He more respected honor then profit Edward 6. Qâ— Marie Contempt in subiects is the conâ—usion of government Qâ— Elizabeth Act. 5.35,36 37,38,39 The Mindes pleasurs much more pleasant theÌ„ corporal delightes Sensuall persons are vselesse burdens to the earth The senses soone weery of their pleasures Wine sicknes 2. Obstacles that lets the mâ—ndes actions Simil. Wee ought to propose nothing to the minde vnworthy of her Simil. Sense must awhile forbear pleaâ—ures to make them more pleasaÌ„t * The pleasurs which sense receiues from natural things are more pleasant theÌ„ those froÌ„ Artificiall * Nothing vnder the SuÌ„ne long coÌ„tents therefore wee should seeke contentment aboue the Sunne * Birdes Simil. None know it but they that feele it a The propertie of true felicity is alwaies to coÌ„cent the desire and exclude feare b St. Paule Loue doth descend not ascend How love is bredd Doating bâ—ings loathing God should simply be loved for his own goodnes It is selfe-loue to love God for his bounty towards vs onely b Loue made vs to loue God is mans beginning his end The order of loues progres He workes in vs both the will and the deede self-Selfe-loue is iustifiable wheÌ„ we loue our selues for god only Beauty is a speciall cause of loue God the FouÌ„t of all Beauty Painting the face * Without coulor of Reason Outward argues inwarde beauty Sinne is conceived in the womb of concupiscence * They rather ruine then repaire the â—ender honors of women A well teÌ„pred body makes a like tempered mind ordinarily An vnchaste eie loues to looke vpon â— light eie Beauty â—igniorizeth the sense The beauty of a WomaÌ„ cheereth the face and a man loues nothing better Eccl. 36.22 * Maried Adultery Luxury wantonnesse slouth Pride c. are sins in Specie the Genus to all these is Caro. 4. Kindes of divine furie Loues force is vnvtâ—erable Alexander Mag. b Plutar. in Alexand. Loue is lawlâ—â— Lust is blinde Such lovers are as sensles as the stones which they loue Lust is most willfull O toile intollerable Quoth Speculation Beâ—uty promisâ—th more honesty then deformity 3. Causes of loue viz Pleasant pâ—ofitable honest Perfect loue God the Exchequer of Beauty Goodnesse is mother to loue beauâ—y Goodnes hath made 4 especiall beautieâ— The little consideration we haue of Gods goodnesse towards vs is the cause of our coldnesse in loue to him The loue that is bought is â—â—ark nought A natural reâ—son why loue descendeth In him we liue move haue our being To know godâ— loue is the way to make Man loue All true loue is either Amor Coeâ—i or amor Seculâ— this of our neighbouâ—e that of God As â—here is no lâ—ue without faith so there is no faith without loue Loue of all humane Affections is the most puiâ—ant passionate b Loue is the Bond that vnites God man Brothers by redemption ought to be more neere deere to each other theÌ„ Brothers by creation In good desires there is pleasure and paine * God When loue is in the height of perfection â—owe favoure iâ— bredd Reverence springs from powre and goodnesse Simil. We reverence God more for his goodnesse then for his powre To whom honor and reverence are due vpon Earth Mercy and compassion Affectes flowing from loue Loue hath nothing in private Man made of earth CompassioÌ„ extendeth her vertue to man and beast Mercy Iustice are godâ— almightie Armes Gods Mercie triumpheth over his Iustice towards Man Priâ—ces and Maiestrates Inhumane affections howe bred 4. Perturbations froÌ„ whoÌ„ do flow al immoderate passions of the soule Wherefore God doth blesse man with abundance There is no greater temptation theÌ„ never to be teÌ„pted no sorer punishmeÌ„t then of God never to bee punished Sinne offers the senses their severall satisfactions Vertue without adversitie withereth and loseth her force There is no other passage to heaven theÌ„ through the fire of Afflictions Griefe fear accompanie transitory riches Simil. Good Affects proceede froÌ„ the opinion of good and evill froÌ„ evill OffeÌ„ce what All mundane things are as they are takeÌ„ Offenses against the outward Senses are much lesse osâ—ensiue then those against the inward * Nothing moues our patience that moves not our will Man of all creatures hardest to please * Who so pleaseth all doth more then he that made all Some to bee thought more iudicious are most censorious Criticks of these times A Foole may make the wise ridiculous to Fooles These be men of partes that would have al whollie The coÌ„plaint of base male-contents * Without good partes Divells incarnate tempt meÌ„ desperate * The PestileÌ„ce which infects al that comes neere it * They walke like Devills invisible A