not 〈◊〉 But that we cannot in our Reason finde As being against Natures Course and Kinde For many things our Senses dull may scape For Sense is grosse not every thing can Shape So in this World another World may bee That we do neither touch tast smell heare see What Eye so cleere is yet did ever see Those little Hookes that in the Load-stone bee Which draw hard Iron or give Reasons why The Needles point still in the North will lye As for Example Atomes in the Aire We nere perceive although the Light be faire And whatsoever can a Body claime Though nere so small Life may be in the same And what has Life may Vnderstanding have Yet be to us as buried in the Grave Then probably may Men and 〈◊〉 small Live in the World which wee know not at all May build them Houses severall things may make Have Orchards Gardens where they pleasure take And Birds which sing and Cattell in the Feild May plow and sow and there small Corne may yeild And Common-wealths may have and Kings to 〈◊〉 Wars Battells have and one another slaine And all without our hearing or our sight Nor yet in any of our Senses light And other Stars and Moones and Suns may be Which our dull Eyes shall never come to see But we are apt to laugh at Tales so told Thus Senses grosse do back our Reason hold Things against Nature we do thinke are true That Spirits change and can take Bodies new That Life may be yet in no Body live For which no Sense 〈◊〉 Reason we can give As Incorporeall Spirits this Fancy faines Yet Fancy cannot be without some Braines If Fancy without Substance cannot bee Then Soules are more then Reason well can see Of many VVorlds in this VVorld JUST like unto a 〈◊〉 of Boxes round Degrees of sizes within each Boxe are found So in this World may many Worlds more be Thinner and lesse and lesse still by degree Although they are not subject to our Sense A World may be no bigger then two-pence Nature is curious and such works may make That our dull Sense can never finde but seape For Creatures small as Atomes may be there If every Atome a Creatures Figure beare If foure Atomes a World can make then see What severall Worlds might in an Eare-ring bee For Millions of these Atomes may bee in The Head of one small little single Pin. And if thus small then Ladies well may weare A World of Worlds as Pendents in each Eare. A VVorld in an Eare-Ring AN Eare-ring round may well a Zodiacke bee Where in a Sun goeth round and we not see And Planets seven about that Stin may move And Hee stand still as some wise men would prove And sixed Stars like twinkling Diamonds plac'd About this Eare-ring which a World is vast That same which doth the Eare-ring hold the hole Is that which we do call the Pole There nipping Frosts may be and VVinter cold Yet never on the Ladies Eare take hold And Lightnings Thunder and great VVinds may blow Within this Eare-ring yet the Eare not know There Seas may ebb and 〈◊〉 where Fishes swim And Islands be where Spices grow therein There Christall Rocks hang dangling at each Eare And Golden Mines as Jewels may they weare There Earth-quakes be which Mountaines vast downe sling And yet nere stir the Ladies Eare nor Ring There Meadowes bee and 〈◊〉 fresh and greene And Cattell feed and yet be never seene And Gardens fresh and Birds which sweetly sing Although we heare them not in an Eare-ring There Night and Day and Heat and Cold and so May Life and Death and Toung and Old still grow Thus Touth may spring and severall Ages dye Great Plagues may be and no Infections nigh There Cityes bee and stately Houses built Their inside gaye and finely may be gilt There Churches bee and Priests to teach therein And Steeple too yet heare the Bells not ring From thence may Pious Teares to Heaven run And yet the Eare not know which way they 're gone There Markets bee and things both bought and sold Know not the price nor how the Markets hold There 〈◊〉 do ruie and Kings do Reigne And Battels fought where many may be slaine And all within the Compasse of this Ring And yet not tidings to the Wearer bring Within the Ring wise Counsellors may sit And yet the Eare not one wise word may get There may be dancing all Night at a Ball And yet the Eare be not disturb'd at all There Rivals Duels sight where some are slaine There Lovers mourne yet heare them not complaine And Death may dig a Lovers Grave thus were A Lover dead in a faire Ladies Eare. But when the Ring is broke the World is done Then Lovers they in to 〈◊〉 run Severall VVorlds in severall Circles THere may be many Worlds like Circles round In after Ages more Worlds may be found If we into each Circle can but slip By Art of Navigatiou in a Ship This World compar'd to some may be but small No doubt but Nature made degrees of all If so then Drake had never gone so quick About the Largest Circle in one Ship For some may be so big as none can swim Had they the life of old 〈◊〉 Or had they lives to number with each day They would want time to compasse halfe the way But if that Drake had liv'd in Venus Star His Journey shorter might have been by farre THE CLASPE WHEN I did write this Booke I took great paines For I did walke and thinke and breake my Braines My 〈◊〉 run out of Breath then downe would lye And panting with short wind like those that dye When Time had given Ease and lent them strength Then up would get and run another length Sometimes I kept my Thoughts with a strict dyet And made them 〈◊〉 with Fase and Rest and Quiet That they might run agen with swifter speed And by this course now Fancies they could breed But I doe feare they 're not so Good to please But now they 're out 〈◊〉 Braine is more at case The Circle of the Brain cannot be Squar'd A Circle Round divìded in foure Parts Hath been a Study amongst Men of Arts Ere since 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 time Hath every Brain been stretch'd upon a Line And every Thought hath been a Figure set Doubts Cyphers are Hopes as Triangulars meet There is Division and 〈◊〉 made And Lines drawne out and Points exactly layd But yet None can demonstrate it plaine Of Circles round a just 〈◊〉 square remaine Thus while the Braine is round no Squares will be While Thoughts are in Divisions no Figures will agree Another to the same Purpose AND thus upon the same account Doubling the Cube must mount And the Triangular must be cut so small Till into Equall Atomes it must fall For such is Mans Curiosity and mind To seek for that which hardest is to find The Squaring of the Circle WIthin the Head of Man 's a
The one did give him Wit the other made him Fine Honours Epilogue NOble Spectators pray this learne by me That nothing without Honour Time can perfect be Honour doth dresle the Mind with Virtuous Weeds And is the Parent to all Noble Deeds Time doth the Body dresse with Touth and Age And is great Natures Chamber-maid and Page If in Times Cabinet great Spoiles you find The Fault is Ignorance who 's Stupid blind Which Carelesse is and tumbles all about Misplacing all taking the wrong things out But Time 's a Huswife good and takes much paine To order all as Nature did ordaine All severall Ages on severall Heapes she laies And what she takes from Life to Death she paies But if Disorder'd Life doth run in Debt Then Death his Serjeants doth Diseases 〈◊〉 Which causes Time to give a double Pay Because Life spent so much before Rent-day To all Writing Ladies IT is to be observed that there is a secret working by Nature as to cast an influence upon the mindes of men like as in Contagions when as the Aire is corrupted it produces severall Diseases so severall distempers of the minde by the inflammations of the spirits And as in healthfull Ages bodies are purified so wits are refined yet it seemes to me as if there were severall invisible spirits that have severall but visible powers to worke in severall Ages upon the mindes of men For in many Ages men will be affected and dis-affected alike as in some Ages so strongly and superstitiously devout that they make many gods and in another Age so Atheisticall as they beleeve in no God at all and live to those Principles Some Ages againe have such strong faiths that they will not only dye in their severall Opinions but they will Massacre and cut one anothers throats because their opinions are different In some Ages all men seek absolute power and every man would be Emperour of the World which makes Civil Wars for their ambition makes them restlesse and their restlesnesse makes them seek change Then in another Age all live peaceable and so obedient that the very Governours rule with obedient power In some Ages againe all run after Imitation like a company of Apes as to imitate such a Poet to be of such a Philosophers opinion Some Ages mixt as Moralists Poets Philosophers and the like and in some Ages agen all affect singularity and they are thought the wisest that can have the most extravagant opinions In some Ages Learning flourisheth in Arts and Sciences other Ages so dull as they loose what former Ages had taught And in some Ages it seemes as if there were a Common-wealth of those governing spirits where most rule at one time Some Ages as in Aristocracy when some part did rule and other Ages a pure Monarchy when but one rules and in some Ages it seemes as if all those spirits were at defiance who should have most power which makes them in confusion and War so confused are some Ages and it seemes as if there were spirits of the Faeminine Gender as also the Masculine There will be many Heroick Women in some Ages in others very Propheticall in some Ages very pious and devout For our Sex is wonderfully addicted to the spirits But this Age hath produced many effeminate Writers as well as Preachers and many effeminate Rulers as well as Actors And if it be an Age when the effeminate spirits rule as most visible they doe in every Kingdome let us take the advantage and make the best of our time for feare their reigne should not last long whether it be in the Amazonian Government or in the Politick Common-wealth or in flourishing Monarchy or in Schooles of Divinity or in Lectures of Philosophy or in witty Poetry or any thing that may bring honour to our Sex for they are poore dejected spirits that are not ambitious of Fame And though we be inferiour to Men let us shew our selves a degree above Beasts and not eate and drink and sleep away our time as they doe and live only to the sense not to the reason and so turne into forgotten dust But let us strive to build us Tombs while we live of Noble Honourable and good Actions at least harmlesse That though our Bodies dye Our Names may live to after memory I Wonder any should laugh or think it ridiculous to heare of Fairies and yet verily beleeve there are spirits which spirits can have no description because no dimension And of Witches which are said to change themselves into severall formes and then to returne into their first forme againe ordinarily which is altogether against nature yet laugh at the report of Fairies as impossible which are onely small bodies not subject to our sense although it be to our reason For Nature can as well make small bodies as great and thin bodies as well as thicke We may as well thinke there is no Aire because we 〈◊〉 not see it or to thinke there is no Aire in an empty Barrel or the like because when we put our hands and armes into the same we doe not feele it And why should not they get through doores or walls as well as Aire doth if their bodies were as thin And if we can grant there may be a substance although not subject to our sense then wee must grant that substance must have some forme And why not of man as of any thing else and why not rational soules live in a small body as well as in a grosse and in a thin as in a thicke Shall we say Dwarfes have lesse soules because lesse or thinner bodies And if rational souls why not saving souls So there is no reason in Nature but that there may not onely be such things as Fairies but these be as deare to God as we POEMS Of the Theam of Love O Love how thou art tired out with Rblme Thou art a Tree whereon all Poets climbe And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit which 〈◊〉 feeds upon But now thy Tree is left so bare and poor That they can hardly gather one Plumb more The Elysium THe Brain is the Elysian fields and here All Ghosts and Spirits in strong dreams appeare In gloomy shades sleepy Lovers doe walke Where soules do entertain themselves with talke And Heroes their great actions do relate Telling their Fortunes good and their sad Fate What chanc'd to them when they awak'd did live Their World the light did great Apollo give And what in life they could a pleasure call Here in these Fields they passe their time withall Where Memory the Ferriman doth bring New company which through the Senses swim The Boat Imagination's alwayes full Which Charon roweth in the Region 〈◊〉 And in that Region is that River 〈◊〉 There some are dipt then all things soon forgets But this Elysium Poets happy call Where Poets as great Gods do record all The souls of those that they will choose for blisse And their sweet
fled But to him run like shuttles in a loom And with their bodies did his Corps intomb For through their loyall breast did dig their grave Because their King a 〈◊〉 should have So all did dye no story yet 〈◊〉 shown Was ever any Pygmees after known Then did their wives with sighs 〈◊〉 their falls And withtheir tears did strew their Funerals Those Tears did mix with blood upon the ground Where Rubies since hath in the Earth been found Their Bodies moist to Vapour rarified And now in Clouds do neer the Sun reside When they their grief unto remembrance call Those sullen clouds in shouring tears do fall Their sighs are winds that blow here and there And all their bodies transmigrated are unhappy battle to destroy a Race That on the earth deserv'd the chiefest place For they were valiant and did love their King Without dispute obey'd in every thing Nature pittying to see their Fortune sad Who by her favour a remembrance had For she their bones did turn to Marble white Of which are Statues carv'd for Mans delight And in some places are as gods set up Idols that superstition doth worship There Oberon King a Temple builded high In which great Fortunes name did magnifie The Temple of Fortune THe Temple was built of Cornelian red To signifie that much blood there was shed Her Altars were carv'd from an Agget stone VVhere there were musk Flyes sacrificed on And Priest there is that sings her praises loud VVhereat the people 〈◊〉 all in a croud For though she be blind and cannot well see Yet she her hearing hath perfectly The Steeple was built of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And carved finely with many a 〈◊〉 The Bels of Nightingales 〈◊〉 ues which did ring As sweetly as in the Spring they do 〈◊〉 Their Holy fire is made of Sweet Spice And kept by 〈◊〉 young that know no Vice Their 〈◊〉 sometimes they place in a Bower VVhich made is of a Gesamin Flower And all her sacred Groves in which she walks Are set with Roses that grow's by the stalks Thus in Procession her about they bear 〈◊〉 none but in Devotion cometh there The King and Queen do wait where e're she go And all about sweet incense they do strew Nature frown'd to see her so respected And by these Honours done she thought her self rejected Wherefore saith Nature let me take the place And let not Fortune proud me thus out-face When all that 's good you do receive from me For she my Vassal low you soon shall see For I with Vertues do the Mind inspire And cloathes the Soul in beautifull attire The body equall makes and very strong The Heart with Courage to revcnge a wrong In brains Invention Wit and Judgment lyes Creating like a god orders as wise The Senses all as perfectly are made To hear to see to taste to touch 〈◊〉 And in the Soule Affections Passions live There 's nothing done but what my powers give All which to mutability I throw Who in perpetuall motion alwayes goe Thus all Invention from my power comes For Arts in men are but by scraps and crumbs So Fate and Fortune are my Handmaids sure For what they do shall never long endure For I throughout the World do make things range And constant am in nothing but in change Then let your worship to blind Fortune fall Or else shall my displeasure bury all But false devotion unto men is sweet VVhilst Truth 's kickt out and trodden under feet Their minds do ebbe and flow just like the Tide And what is to be done is cast aside This makes that men are never in the way But wander up and down like sheep astray Oh wretched man that cannot in peace be For with himselfe he cannot well agree Sometimes he hates what he before approves But in a constant course he never moves Nor to himself nor God that 's good can stay He ever seeking is some unknown way No sad example he by warning takes If none will do him hurt some mischief makes As if he fear'd in happinesse to live And to himself a deadly wound will give But why do I complain that Man is bad Since what he hath or is from me he had Not onely Man the World but Gods also And nothing greater then my self I know VVhich made them take high Fortune down And in her room great Nature crown A Battle between Life and Death ACruel Battle is betwixt two Foes VVhen Nature will decide it none yet knows These two are Life and Death the world divide And whilst it lasts the Cause will n'ere decide First Life is active seeking to enjoy And Death is envious striving to destroy VVhen Life a curious peece of Work doth make And thinks therein some pleasure for to take Then in comes Death with Rancour and with spleen Destroyes it so that nothing can be seen For fear her ruines Beauty might present Leaves not so much to makes Life's Monument This makes Life mourn to see her pains and cost Destroy'd for what she doth in Death is lost VVeeping complains at Natures crueltie That onely made her for Deaths 〈◊〉 to be I am his food his sharp teeth doth me tear And when I 〈◊〉 no pity hath nor care The pain he puts me in doth make me rore And his pale face that 's grim affrights me sore And when I think away from him to run Falls streight into his jaws no wayes can shun But why do I thus sigh lament and mourn And try not means for to revenge my wrong I will call all my friends their strength to trye Either I le perish quite or Death shall dye Then brings she motion nimble at each turn And Courages that doth like Fire burn Preventing and inventing wits to make Sconses and Forts too strong for death to take A Regiment of Arts defending with their skill And do assult her foes and sometimes kill A Brigade of clear strengths stand firm and sure VVhich can the assaults of Death endure A Party of perfect healths arm'd so well As Death how to destroy them cannot tell A Troop of Growths at first small weak and low Increasing every minute numbers grow And many more Companies hath 〈◊〉 there As all the Passions chiefly Hope and Fear Love leads this Army his motto a Heart Their Arms are their Free-Wils all bear a part Deaths Army are all to destruction bent As Wars and Famine both these Pestilent Fury and Rage Despair that run about Seeking which way that they may Life put out Troops Regiments Brigades in numbers are As Sicknesse Dulnesse Griese and Care And feeble Age but few nor scarce can stand Yet in Deaths battle fight will hand to hand Hate leads the Army in a dull slow pace And for his Motto has a lean pale fare With severall weapons Death poor Life doth take Her as a prisoner and his slave doth make And on her Ashes doth in triumph ride And by his Conquest swels he big with pride Lifes force was
Cold As Haile-stones are more strength thereby doth hold Then Flakes of Snow may have more quantity Then Haile-stones yet not have more force thereby They fall so soft they scarce do strike our Touch Haile-stones we feele and know their weight too much But Figures that are Flat are dull and slow Make weake Impression wheresoe're they go For let ten times the quantity of Steele Be beaten thin no hurt by that you 'le feele But if that one will take a Needle small The Point be Sharpe and presse the Flesh withall Strait it shall hurt and put the Flesh to paine Which with more strength that shall not do that 's plaine Although you presse it hard against the Skin May heavy feele but shall not enter in So may the Wind that 's thinly rarified Presse us downe but it shall not peirce the side Or take a Blade that 's flat though strong and great And with great strength upon the Head that beat The skull may breake seldome knocke out the Braines Which Arrowes sharpe soone do and with lesse paines Thus what is small more subtle is and quicke For all that 's small in Porous Bodies sticke Then are the Winds more cold when they do blow Broke into Atomes small then streaming flow For all which knit and closely do compose Much stronger are and give the harder Blowes This shewes what 's neerest absolute to bee Although an 〈◊〉 to its small degree Take quantity for quantity alike Vnion more then Mixture hard shall strike Of Stars WEE finde in the East-Indies Stars there bee Which we in our Horizon did nere fee Yet we do take great paines in Glasses cleere To see what Stars do in the Skie appeare But yet the more we search the lesse we know Because we finde our Worke doth endlesse grow For who doth know but Stars we see by Night Are Suns wich to some other Worlds give Light But could our outward Senses pace the Skie As well as can Imaginations high If we were there as little may we know As those which stay and never do up go Then let not Man in fruitlesse paines Life spend The most we know is Nature Death will send Of the Motion of the Sun SOmetimes we finde it Hot and sometimes Cold Yet equall in Degrees the Sun doth hold And in a Winters day more Heate have found Then Summer when the Sun should parch the Ground For if this heate doth make him gallop fast Must ever equall be or stay his haste If so then Seas which send a Vapour high May coole his Courage so in the mid way lye Besides the middle Region which is cold And full of Ice will of his strength take hold Then t is not heat that makes him run so fast But running fast doth heat upon Earth cast And Earth sends Vapours cold to quench his beate Which breake his strength and make his Beames so weake Of the Suns weaknesse THE Sun doth not unto the Center go He cannot shoot his Beames so deep and low For a thicke Wall will breake his Arrowes small So that his heate can do no hurt at all And Earth hath Armes so thicke to keepe out all His cry Darts which he on her lets fall A Fire in the Center AS Heate about the Heart alwaies keeps nigh So doth a Fire about the Center lye This heate disperses through the Body round And when that heate is not no Life is found Which makes all things she sends to bud and beare Although the Suns hot Beames do ne're come there But yet the Sun doth nourish all without But Fire within the Earth gives Life no doubt So heate within begets with Childe the Earth And heate without is Mid-wise to her Birth The Sun is Nurse to all the Earth beares THough the Earth to all gives Forme and Feature Yet the Sun is Nurse to every Creature For long she could not live without his Heate Which is the nourishing and ripening Meate Just as a Childe is got and born of Man It must be fed or 't will soone dye agen What makes Eccho THE same Motion which from the Mouth doth move Runs through the Aire which we by Eccho prove As severall Letters do a word up-joyne So severall Figures through the Aire combine The Aire is waxe words Seale and give the Print Those words an Eccho in the Aire do 〈◊〉 And while those Figures last Life domaintaine When Motion weares it out is Eccho slaine As Sugar in the Mouth doth melt and taste So Eccho in the Aire it selfe doth waste Of Rebounds REbounds resisting substance must worke on Both in its selfe and what it beates upon For yeilding 〈◊〉 which do bow or breake Can ne're Rebound 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 like 〈◊〉 speake Then every word of Aire formes a Ball And every Letter like a 〈◊〉 doth fall Words are condensed Aire which heard do grow As water which by Cold doth turne to Snow And as when Snow is pres'd hard Balls become So words being pres'd as Balls do backward run Of Sound A Sound seemes nothing yet a while doth live And like a wanton Lad mocke Answers give Not like to Soules which from the Body go For Eccho hath a Body of Aire we know Yet strange it is that Sound so strong and cleere Resisting Bodies have yet not appeare But Aire which subtle is encounter may Thus words a Sound may with selfe Eccho play Grow weary soone and cannot hold out long Seemes out of breath and faulter with the Tongue Of Shadow and Eccho A Shadow fell in love with the bright Light Which makes her walke perpetually in her sight And when He 's absent then poore Soule she dyes But when He shewes himselfe her Life revives She Sister is to Eccho loud and cleere Whose voice is heard but no Body appeare She hates to see or shew her selfe to men Unlesse Narcissus could live once agen But these two Soules for they no Bodies have Do wander in the Aire to seeke a Grave Silence would bury on the other Night Both are denied by Reflections spight And each of these are subject to the Sense One strikes the Eare Shadow the Eye presents Of Light SOme thinke no Light would be without the Eye T is true a Light our Braine could not descry And if the Eye makes Light and not the Sun As well our Touch may make the Fire to burne Of Light and Sight PHilosophers which thought to reason well Say Light and Colour in the Braine do dwell That Motion in the Braine doth Light beget And if no Braine the World in darknesse Shut Provided that the Braine hath Eyes to see So Eyes and Braine do make the Light to 〈◊〉 If so poore Donne was out when he did say If all the World were blind 't would still be day Say they Light would not in the Aire reigne Unlesse you le grant the World were one great Braine Some Ages in Opinion all agree The next doth strive to make them salse to be But what is doth
Throne Nor like the Firmament with Stars thick strowne Makes Hell appeare with a Majestick Face Because there are so many in that Place Fame never could so great a Queen have bin If Wits Invention had not brought Arts in Your Court by Poets fire is made light Quencht out you dwell as in perpetuall Night It heats the Spirits of Men inflames their blood And makes them seek for Actions great and good Then be you just since you the ballance hold Let not the Leaden weights weigh downe the Gold It were Injustice Fame for you to make A Servant low his Masters place to take Or 〈◊〉 that pick the Purse you should preferre Before the Owner since condemn'd they were His are not Servants Lines but what He leaves Theeves steale and with the same the World deceives If so great Fame the World will never care To worship you unlesse you right preferre Then let the best of Poets find such grace In your faire Eyes to choose him first in place Let all the rest come offer at thy Shrine And shew thy selfe a Goddesse that 's divine I at your word will Homer take said Fame And if he proves not good be you to blame Vlisses bowed and Homer kis'd her hands Then were they joyn'd in Matrimoniall Bands And Mercury from all the Gods was sent To give her joy and wish her much content And all the Poets were invited round All that were knowne or in the World were found Then did they dance with measure and in time Each in their turne took out the Muses nine In Numbers smooth their Feet did run Whilst Musick plaid and Songs were sung The Bride and Bridegroome went to bed There Homer got Fames Maiden-head A Dialogue betwixt Man and Nature Man T Is strang How we do change First to live and then to dye Is a great misery To give us sense great paines to feele To make our lives to be Deaths wheele To give us Sense and Reason too Yet know not what we 're made to do Whether to Atomes turne or Heaven up flye Or into new Formes change and never dye Or else to Matter Prime to fall againe From thence to take new Formes and so remaine Nature gives no such Knowledge to Man-kind But strong Desires to torment the Mind And Senses which like Hounds do run about Yet never can the perfect Truth find out O Nature Nature cruell to Man-kind Gives Knowledge none but Misery to find Nature Why doth Man-kind complaine and make such Moane May not I work my will with what 's my owne But Men among themselves contract and make A Bargaine for my Tree that Tree will take Most cruelly do chop in peeces small And formes it as he please then builds withall Although that Tree by me was made to stand Just as it growes not to be cut by Man Man O Nature Trees are dull and have no Sense And therefore feel not paine nor take offence But Beasts have life and Sense and Passion strong Yet cruell man doth kill and doth them wrong To take that life I gave before the time I did ordaine the injury is mine What Ill man doth Nature did make him do For he by Nature is prompt thereunto For it was in great Natures power and Will To make him as she pleas'd either good or ill Though Beast hath Sense feels paine yet whilst they live They Reason want for to dispute or grieve Beast hath no paine but what in Sense doth lye Nor troubled Thoughts to think how they shall dye Reason doth stretch Mans mind upon the Rack With Hopes with Joyes pull'd up with Feare pull'd back Desire whips him forward makes him run Despaire dothwound and pulls him back agen For Nature thou mad'st Man betwixt Extreames Wants perfect Knowledge yet thereof he dreames For had he bin like to a Stock or Stone Or like a Beast to live with Sense alone Then might he eate or drink or lye stone-still Nere troubled be either for Heaven or Hell Man knowledge hath enough for to inquire Ambition great enough for to aspire And Knowledge hath that yet he knowes not all And that himselfe he knoweth least of all Which makes him wonder and thinks there is mixt Two severall Qualities in Nature fixt The one like Love the other like to Hate By striving both hinders Predestinate And then sometimes Man thinks as one they be Which makes Contrariety so well agree That though the World were made by Love and hate Yet all is rul'd and governed by Fate These are Mans feares mans hopes run smooth and high Which thinks his Mind is some great Deity For though the body is of low degree In Sense like Beasts their Soules like Gods shall be Saies Nature why doth Man complaine and crye If he beleives his Soule shall never dye A Dialogue betwixt the Body and the Mind Body WHat Bodies else but Mans did Nature make To joyne with such a Mind no rest can take That Ebbs and slowes with full and falling Tide As Minds dejected fall or swell with Pride In Waves of Passion roule to Billowes high Alwaies in Motion never quiet lye Where Thoughts like Fishes swim the Mind about Where the great Thoughts the smaller Thoughts cate out My Body the Barque rowes in Minds Occan wide Whose Waves of Passions beat on every side When that dark Cloud of Ignorance hangs low And Winds of vaine Opinions strong do blow Then Showers of doubts into the Mind raine downe In deepe vast Studies my Barque of flesh is drown'd Mind Why doth the Body thus complaine when I Do helpe it forth of every Misery For in the World your Barque is bound to swim Nature hath rigg'd it out to trafficke in Against hard Rocks you breake in 〈◊〉 small If my Invention helpe you not in all The Load-stone of Attraction I find out The Card of Observation guides about The Needle of Discretion points the way Which makes your Barque get safe into each Bay Body If I ' seape drowning in the Watry Maine Yet in great mighty Battels I am slaine By your Ambition I am forc'd to fight When many 〈◊〉 upon my Body light For you care not so you a Fame may have To live if I be buried in a Grave Mind If Bodies fight and Kingdomes win then you Take all the pleasure that belongs thereto You have a Crowne your Head for to adorne Upon your Body Jewels are hung on All things are sought to please your Senses Five No Drugge unpractis'd to keepe you alive And I to set you up in high Degree Invent all Engines us'd in Warre to be T is I that make you in great triumph sit Above all other Creatures high to get By the Industrious Arts which I do find You other Creatures in Subjection bind You cate their Flesh and after with their Skinne When Winter comes you lap your Bodies in And so of every thing that Nature makes By my direction you great pleasure takes Body What though my
please so well the Sense That Reasons old are though to be Non-sense But all Opinions are by Fancy fed And Truth under Opinions lieth dead The Objects of every Sense are according to their Motions in the Braine WEE mad should thinke those Men if they should tell That they did see a Sound or tast a Smell Yet Reason proves a Man doth not erre much When that we say his senses all are Touch. If Actions in a Table be lively told The Braine strait thinks the Eye the same behold The Stomacke Hungry the Nose good Meat doth smell The Braine doth thinke that Smell the Tongue tasts well If we a Theese do see and him do feare We strait do thinke that breaking Doors we heare Imaginations just like Motions make That every Sense doth strike with the mistake According as the Notes in Musicke agree with the Motions of the Heart or Braine Such Passions are produced thereby IN Musicke if the Eighths tun'd Equall are If one be strucke the other seemes to jarre So the Heart-strings if equally be stretch'd To those of Musick Love from thence is fetch'd For when one 's strucke the other moves just so And with Delight as evenly doth go The Motion of Thoughts Musing alone mine Eyes being fixt Upon the Cround my Sight with Gravell mixt My Feet did walke without Directions Guide My Thoughts did travell farre and wander wide At last they chanc'd up to a Hill to climbe And being there saw things that were Divine First what they saw a glorious Light to blaze Whose Splendor made it painfull for the Gaze No Separations nor Shadowes by stops made No Darknesse to obstruct this Light with Shade This Light had no Dimension nor Extent But fil'd all places full without Circumvent Alwaies in Motion yet fixt did prove Like to the Twinkling Stars which never move This Motion working running severall waies Did seeme a Contradiction for to raise As to it selfe with it selfe disagree Is like a Skeine of Thread if 't knotted bee For some did go strait in an even Line But some againe did crosse and some did twine Yet at the last all severall Motions run Into the first Prime Motion which begun In various Formes and Shapes did Life run through Life from Eternity but Shapes still new No sooner made but quickly pass'd away Yet while they were desirous were to stay But Motion to one 〈◊〉 can nere constant be For Life which Motion is joyes in varietie For the first Motion every thing can make But cannot add unto it selfe nor take Indeed no other Matter could it frame It selfe was all and in it selfe the same Perceiving now this fixed point of Light To be a Vnion Knowledge Power and Might Wisdome Justice Truth Providence all one No Attribute is with it selfe alone Not like to severall Lines drawne to one Point For what doth meet may separate 〈◊〉 But this a Point from whence all Lines do flow Nought can diminish it or make it grow T is its owne Center and Circumference ro und Yet neither has a Limit or a Bound A fixt Eternity and so will last All present is nothing to come or past A fixt Persection nothing can add more All things is It and It selfe doth adore My Thoughts then wondring at what they did see Found at the last themselves the same to bee Yet was so small a Branch perceive could not From whence they Sprung or which waies were begot Some say all that we know of Heaven above Is that we joye and that we love Who can tell that for all we know Those Passions we call Joy and Love below May by Excesse such other Passions grow None in the World is capable to know Just like our Bodies though that they shall rise And as S t. Paul faies see God with our Eyes Yet may we in the Change such difference find Both in our Bodies and also in our Mind As if that we were never of Mankind And that these Eyes we see with now were blind Say we can measure all the Planets high And number all the Stars be in the Skie And Circle could we all the World about And all th' Effects of Nature could finde out Yet cannot all tho Wise and Learned tell What 's done in Heaven or how we there shall dwell The Reason why the Thoughts are onely in the Head THE Sinewes are small slender Strings Which to the Body Senses brings Yet like to Pipes or Gutters hollow be Where Animall Spirits run continually Though they are small such Matter do containe As in the Skull doth lye which we call Braine That makes if any one doth strike the Heele The Thought of that Sense in the Braine doth feele Yet t is not Sympathy but t is the same Which makes us thinke and feele the paine For had the Heele such quantity of Braine Which doth the Head and Skull therein containe Then would such Thoughts wich in the Braine dwell high Descend downe low and in the Heele would lye In Sinewes small Braine scatter'dlyes about It wants both roome and quantity no doubt For if a Sinew could so much Eraine hold Or had a Skin so large for to infold As in the Skull then might the Toe or Knee Had they an Opticke Nerve both heare and see Had Sinewes roome Fancy therein to breed Copies of Verses might from the Hee le proceed The Motion of the Blood Some by Industry of Learning found That all the Blood like to the Sea runs round From two great Arteries the Blood it runs Through all the Veines to the same backe comes The Muscles like the Tides do ebb and flow According as the severall Spirits go The Sinewes as finall Pipes come from the Head And all about the Body they are spread Through which the Animall Spirits are conveyed To every Member as the Pipes are laid And from those Sinewes Pipes each Sense doth take Of those Pure Spirits as they us do make T Is thought an 〈◊〉 Matter comes from the Sun In streaming Beames which Earth doth feed upon And that the Earth by those Beames backe doth send A Nourishment to the Sun her good Friend So every Beame the Sun doth make a Chaine To send to Earth and to draw backe againe But every Beame is like a blazing Ship The Sun doth trafficke to the Earth in it Each Ship is fraught with heat through Aire it swims As to the Earth warme Nourishment it brings And Vapour moist Earth for that warmth returnes And sends it in those Ships backe to the Sun Great danger is if Ships be over-fraught For many times they sincke with their owne weight And those gilt Ships such Fate they often find They sincke with too much weight or split with Wind. It is hard to beleive that there are other VVorlds in this VVorld NOthing so hard in Nature as Faith is For to beleive Impossibilities As doth impossible to us appeare Not 'cause 't is not but to our Sense
Body tye Just like a Prisoner have no Liberty And being alwaies wet shall take such Colds My Ship may get a Pase and leake through holes Which they to mend will put me to great paine Besides all patch'd and peec'd I shall remaine I care not for that Wealth wherein the paines And trouble is farre greater then the Gaines I am contented with what Nature gave I not Repine but one poore wish would have Which is that you my aged Life would save Man To build a Stately House I 'le cut thee downe Wherein shall Princes live of great renowne There shalt thou live with the best Companie All their delight and pastime thou shalt see Where Playes and Masques and Beauties bright will shine Thy Wood all oyl'd with Smoake of Meat and Wine There thou shalt heare both Men and Women sing Farre pleasanter then Nightingals in Spring Like to a Ball their Ecchoes shall rebound Against the Wall yet can no Voice be found Oake Alas what Musick shall I care to heare When on my Shoulders I such burthens beare Both Brick and Tiles upon my Head are laid Of this Preferment I am sore afraid And many times with Nailes and Hammers strong They peirce my Sides to hang their Pictures on My Face is sinucht with Smoake of Candle Lights In danger to be burnt in Winter Nights No let me here a poore Old Oake still grow I care not for these vaine Delights to know For fruitlesse Promises I do not care More Honour t is my owne green Leaves to beare More Honour t is to be in Natures dresse Then any Shape that Men by Art expresse I am not like to Man would Praises have And for Opinion make my selfe a Slave Man Why do you wish to live and not to dye Since you no Pleasure have but Misery For here you stand against the scorching Sun By 's Fiery Beames your fresh green Leaves become Wither'd with Winter's cold you quake and shake Thus in no time or season rest can take Oake Yet I am happier said the Oake then Man With my condition I contented am He nothing loves but what he cannot get And soon doth surfet of one dish of meat Dislikes all Company displeas'd alone Makes Griese himselfe if Fortune gives him none And as his Mind is restlesse never pleas'd So is his Body sick and oft diseas'd His Gouts and Paines do make him sigh and cry Yet in the midst of Paines would live not dye Man Alas poore Oake thou understandst nor can Imagine halfe the misery of Man All other Creatures onely in Sense joyne But Man hath something more which is divine He hath a Mind doth to the Heavens aspire A Curiosity for to inquire A Wit that nimble is which runs about In every Corner to seeke Nature out For She doth hide her selfe as fear'd to shew Man all her workes least he too powerfull grow Like to a King his Favourite makes so great That at the last he feares his Power hee 'll get And what creates desire in Mans Breast A Nature is divine which seekes the best And never can be satisfied unt ill He like a God doth in Perfection dwell If you as Man desire like Gods to bee I 'le spare your Life and not cut downe your Tree A Dialogue of Birds AS I abroad in Feilds and Woods did walke I heard the Birds of severall things did talke And on the Boughes would 〈◊〉 prate and chat And every one discourse of this and that I said the Larke before the Sun do rise And take my flight up to the highest Skies There sing some Notes to raise Appollo's head For feare that hee might lye too long a Bed And as I mount or if descend downe low Still do I sing which way so ere I go Winding my Body up just like a Scrue So doth my Voice wind up a Trillo too What Bird besides my selfe both flyes and sings Just tune my 〈◊〉 keeps to my 〈◊〉 Wings I said the Nightingale all night do watch For feare a Serpent should my young Ones catch To keep back sleep I severall Tunes do sing Which Tunes so pleasant are they Lovers bring Into the Woods who listning sit and mark When I begin to sing they cry hark hark Stretching my Throat to raise my Trilloes high To gaine their praises makes me almost dye Then comes the Owle which saies here 's such a doe With your sweet Voices through spight cries Wit-a-woo In Winter said the Robin I should dye But that I in a good warm house do flye And there do pick up Crummes which make me fat But oft am scar'd away with the Pusse-cat If they molest me not then I grow bold And stay so long whilst VVinter 〈◊〉 are told Man superstitiously dares not hurt me For if I am kill'd or hurt ill Luck shall be The Sparrow said were our Condition such But Men do strive with Nets us for to catch With Guns and Bowes they shoot us from the Trees And by small shot we oft our Lifes do leese Because we pick a Cherry here and there When God he knowes we eate them in great feare But Men will eat untill their Belly burst And surfets take if we eat we are curst Yet we by Nature are revenged still For eating over-much themselves they kill And if a Child do chance to cry or brawle They strive to catch us to please that Child withall With Threads they tye our legs almost to crack That when we hop away they pull us back And when they cry Fip Fip strait we must come And for our paines they 'l give us one small Crum I wonder said Mag-pye you grumble so Dame Sparrow we are us'd much worse I trow For they our Tongues do slit their words to learne And with the paine our food we dearely came Why say the 〈◊〉 and the 〈◊〉 all Do you so prate Mag-pie and so much baule As if no Birds besides were wrong'd but you When we by cruell Man are injur'd to For we to learn their 〈◊〉 are kept awake That with their whistling we no rest can take In darknesse we are kept no Light must see Till we have learnt their Tunes most perfectlie But Jack-dawes they may dwell their houses nigh And build their Nests in Elmes that do grow high And there may prate and flye from place to place For why they think they give their House a grace Lord said the Partridge Cock Puet Snite and Quaile Pigeons Larkes my Masters why d' yee raile You 're kept from VVinters Cold and Summers heat Are taught new Tunes and have good store of meat Having a Servant you to wait upon To make your Cages cleane from 〈◊〉 and Dung When we poore Birds are by the dozens kill'd And luxuriously us eate till they be fill'd And of our Flesh they make such cruell 〈◊〉 That but some of our Limbes will please their tast In VVood-cockes thighes they onely take delight And Partridge wings which swift were in their flight The smaller
〈◊〉 flowers Pinks and Marigolds besides Sit on the bank inrich'd with Natures pride On other bankes grow Simples which are good For Medicines well applyed and understood There Trees doe grow that proper are and tall Their 〈◊〉 is smooth and bodies sound withall Whose spreading tops are full and ever green As Nazarites heads where Rasor hath not been And curled leaves which bowing branches beare By warmth are fed for winter nere comes there There Fruits delicious to the taste doe grow Where with delight the sense doth over-flow And Arched Arbours where sweet Birds doe sing Whose bollow rooses doe make each Eccho ring Prospects which Trees and Clouds by mixing shewes Joyn'd by the eye one perfect peece it grows Here Fountaines are where trilling drops down run Which sparkes do twinckle like fixt Stars or Sun And through each severall spout such noyse it makes As Bird in spring when he his pleasure takes Some chirping Sparrow and the singing Lark Or 〈◊〉 Nightingale in evening dark And whistling Black bird with the pleasant Thrush Linnet Bul-finch which sing in every bush No weeds are here nor wither'd leaves and dry But ever green and pleasant to the eye No Frost to nip the tender buds in birth Nor winter snow to fall on this sweet earth For here the Spring is alwayes in her prime Because this place is underneath the Line The Day and Night equall by turnes keep watch That theevish time should nothing from them catch And every Muse a severall walke injoyes The sad in shades the light with sports imployes Censuring Satyrs they in corners lurke Yet as their Gard'ners they with Art do work To cut and 〈◊〉 to sow ingraft and fet Gather fruits flowers what each Muse thinkes fit And Nymphs as Hand-maids their attendance give Which for reward their fames by Muses live Of an Oake in a Grove A Shady Grove trees grew in equall space Which seem'd to be a consecrated place Through spreading boughs their quivering light broke in Much like to Glasse or Christall shiver'd thin Those peices small on a green Carpet strew'd So in this wood the light all broken shew'd But this disturbed light the Grove did grace As sadnesse doth a faire and beauteous face And in the midst an ancient Oake stood there Which heretofore did many Offerings beare Where all the branches round with reliques hung To shew what cures the Gods for men had done And for rewards long life the Gods did give Unto this Oake that aged he must live His younger yeares when Acornes he did beare No Dandriffe Mosse but fresh green leaves grew there There curled hung his shoulders broad they spread His crown was thick and bushy was his head His stature tall full breasted broad and big His body round and strait was every twig But youth and beauty which are shadowes thin Doe fade away as if they ne're had been For all his fresh green leaves and smooth moyst rine Are quite worne off and now grown bald with time His armes so strong which grappl'd with the winds His barke so thick as skin his body binds Where he all times and seasons firme could stand And many a blust'ring storme he over-came Yet now so weake and feeble he doth grow That every blast is apt him downe to throw His branches all are fear'd his bark grown gray Most of his rine with time is peel'd away The liquid sap which from the root did rise Where every thirsty bough it did suffice Is all drunke up there is no moysture left The root is rotten and his body 's cleft Thus Time doth ruine brings all to decay Though to the Gods doth still devoutly pray For this old Oake was sacred to high Jove Which was the King of all the Gods above But Gods when they created all at first They did ordaine all should returne to dust Of a wrought Carpet presented to the view of working Ladies THe Spring doth spin fine grasse green silk of which To weave a Carpet like the Persian rich And all about the borders there are spread Clusters of Grapes mix'd green blew white and red And in the mid'st the Gods in sundry shapes Are curious wrought divulging all their Rapes And all the ground with Flowers there are strow'd As if by Nature they were set so grow'd Those Figures all like Sculpture doe beare out To lye on Flats many will make a doubt The Dark and Light so intermix'd are laid For shady Groves that Priest devoutly pray'd The fruits so hung as did invite the tasle And small Birds picking seen to make a waste The ground was wrought like threads drawne from the Sun Which shin'd so blasing like to a fir'd Gun This peice the patterne is of Artfull skil Art Imitator is of Nature still A Man to his Mistresse ODoe not grieve Deare Heart nor shed a teare Since in your eyes my life doth stil keep there And in your countenance my death I finde And buried in your melancholly mind But in your smiles I 'me glorifi'd to rise And in your love you me eternalize Thus by your favour I a God become And by your hate I doe a Devil turne The Claspe Of small Creatures such as we call Fairies WHo knowes but in the Braine may dwel Little small Fairies who can tell And by their severall actions they may make Those formes and figures we for fancy take And when we sleep those Visions dreames we call By their industry may be raised all And all the objects which through sens'es get Within the Braine they may in order set And some pack up as Merchants do each thing Which out sometimes may to the Memory bring Thus besides our owne imaginations Fairies in our braine beget inventions If so the eye 's the sea they traffick in And on salt watry teares their ship doth swim But if a teare doth breake as it doth fall Or wip'd away they may a shipwrach call When from the stomach vapours doe arise Fly up into the Head as to the skies And as stormes use their houses down may blow Which by their fall the Head may dizzy grow And when those houses they build up againe With knocking hard they put the Head to paine When they dig deep perchance the Tooth may ake And from a Tooth a Quarry-bone may take Which like to stone may build their house withall If much took out the tooth may rotten fall Those that dwell neere the eares are very cool For they are both the South and Northern Pole The eyes are Sun and Moon which give them light When open day when shut it is dark night The City of the Fairies THe City is the Braine incompast in Double walls Dura Mater Pia Mater thin It 's trenched round about with a thick scull And fac'd without with wondrous Art and skill The Fore-head is the fort that 's builded high And for the Sentinels is either Eye And the place where Memory doth lye in Is the great Magazine of Oberon King
their Medicines being most commonly bitter gives a dislike to the Tast and being not taken in fit time bring the disease of 〈◊〉 and being wrong applyed cause death to a good fame The next are Gypfies which 〈◊〉 many as Sympathy Powder Viper Wines Love Powder Cramp Rings crosse Knots raking up the 〈◊〉 on St. Agnes Eve laying Bride-cake under their heads and many the like Another Member said Mr. Speaker There are light Wenches of 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Bawds ought to be whipt Black patches Sweet Powders 〈◊〉 Bracelets made of their Lovers Haire fancy-colour'd Ribbons to resemble the several Passions Looking-glasses to hang by their sides Love-Posies in Rings Love-Letters wrought in Handkerchiefs Valentines worne on sleeves and to 〈◊〉 by signes Another Member said next is Bawds as Romancies Bals Collations Questions and Commands Riddles Purposes c. There was another Member rose up and said thus Mr. Speaker there are worse Creatures in the Kingdom and more dangerous which ought to be burnt as Lovely 〈◊〉 exact Proportion clear Complexion when these spirits are raised in the circle of the face who so comes 〈◊〉 that Face although it be the Soul it selfe is bewitched with a looke and such power is in that Magick that nothing can undoe it but Sicknesse and old Age. The other Witch is elegant Eloquence this Witch hath much power raising up Sense Funcy Phrase Number in the circle of the Eare and whosoever comes neer them although the Soul it selfe that spirit the Tongue bewitches them and this is so strong a Magick as nothing can undoe but forgetfulnesse 'T is true there is a Law against them which belongs to the Judges care as Hearing and Sight but when they come before them to be examin'd and to be condemn'd if they be found guilty they are so 〈◊〉 from punishing them as they set them at liberty and those bonds that should bind them they bind themselves with and so become voluntary slaves to those Witches Then did the King call both Houses together into a great Hall and thus spake MY good and loving Subjects I give you thankes for your care and industry in rectifying the Errours of this Kingdome and for your love to me in giving me those Subsidies I 〈◊〉 although I call'd for them as well for your safety as my owne such is my tender regard to my people as their safety is my care and their prosperity my happinesse For I desire to be King of Affection ruling them with Clemency rather then to be only King of Power ruling them with Tyranny binding my Subjects to slavery The power I desire is to beat my enemies abroad not to fright my Subjects at home to defend them not to ruine them I covet not the riches of my Subjects I hold not the Sword to cut their Purse-strings but to decide truth from falshood to give Equity and to doe Justice Yet let me 〈◊〉 them my Sword is as ready to punish Offenders as my Clemency is to reward the vertuous But I have found and I make no question I shall finde them alwayes as ready to obey as I to command and because every one may returne to his owne private affaires since in publique bufinesse there is little lest now to doe but what I can order my selfe I dissolve my Parliament for this time untill there be an occasion to call them together againe Whereupon the Parliament all cryed God save the King God save the King I Know those that are strict and nice about Phrase and the placing of words will carp at my Booke for I have not set my words in such order as those which write elegant Prose But I must confesse ingenuously my shallow wit could not tell how to order it to the best advantage besides I found it difficult to get so many Rhythmes as to joyn the sense of the Subject and by reason I could not attaine to both I rather chose to leave the Elegance of words then to obstruct the sense of the matter For my desire was to make my conceit easie to the understanding though my 〈◊〉 were not so fluent to the eare Againe they will finde fault with the Numbers for I was forc'd to fewer or more to bring in the sense of my Fancies All I can say for my selfe is that Poetry consists not so much in Number Words and Phrase as in Fancy Thirdly they will finde fault at the Subject saying it is neither materiall nor usefull for the Soule or Body To this I answer My intention was not to teach Arts nor Sciences nor to instruct in Divinity but to passe away idle Time and thought Time might be better 〈◊〉 yet 't is oft spent worse amongst many in the world I Language want to dresse my Fancies in The Haire 's uncurl'd the Garments loose and thin Had they but Silver Lace to make them gay Would be more courted then in poore array Or had they Art might make a better show But they are plaine yet cleanly doe they goe The world in Bravery doth take delight And glistering Shews doe more attract the sight And every one doth honour a rich Hood As if the outside made the inside good And every one doth how and give the place Not for the Mans sake but the Silver Lace Let me intreat in my poore Bookes behalfe That all may not adore the Golden Calf Consider pray Gold hath no life therein And Life in Nature is the richest thing So Fancy is the Soul in Poetrie And if not good a Poem ill must be Be just let Fancy have the upper place And then my Verses may perchance finde grace If flattering Language all the Passions rule Then Sense I feare will be a meere dull Foole. THe worst Fate Bookes have when they are once read They 're laid aside forgotten like the Dead Under a heap of dust they buried lye Within a vault of some small Library But Spiders they for honour of that Art Of Spinning which by Nature they were taught Since Men doe spin their Writings from the Braine Striving to make a lasting Web of Fame Of 〈◊〉 thin high Altars doe they raise There offer Flyes as sacrifice of praise WHen that a Book doth from the Presse come new All buyes or borrows it this Book to view Not out of love of Learning or of wit But to finde Faults that they may censure it Were there no Faults for to be found therein As few there are but doe erre in some thing Yet Malice with her ranckled Spleen and spight Will at the Time or Print or Binding bite Like Devils when they cannot good soules get Then on their Bodies they their 〈◊〉 set SIr Charles into my chamber coming in When I was writing of my Fairy Queen I pray said he when Queen Mab you doe see Present my service to her Majesty And tell her I have heard Fames loud report Both of her Beauty and her stately Court. When I Queen Mab within my Fancy view'd My Thoughts bow'd low fearing
Senses all do take delight Yet you upon my Entrals alwaies bite My flesh cate up that all my bones are bare With the sharpe Teeth of Sorrow Griefe and Care Drawes out my Blood from Veines with envious spight Decaies my Strength with shame or extreame fright With Love extreamly sicke I lye With cruell hate you make me dye Mind Care keeps you from all hurt or falling low Sorrow and Griefe are Debts to Friends we owe. Feare makes man just to give each one his owne Shame makes Civility without there 's none Hate makes good Lawes that all may live in Peace Love brings Society and gets Increase Besides with Joy I make the Eyes looke gay With pleasing Smiles they dart forth every way With Mirth the Cheeks are fat smooth Rosie-red Your Speech flowes Wit when Fancies fill the Head If I were gone you 'ld misse my Company Wish we were joyn'd againe or you might dye A Complaint of VVater Earth and Aire against the Sun by way of Dialogue Moisture to Earth THere 's none hath such an Enemy as I The Sun doth drinke me up when he 's a dry He sucks me out of every hole I lye Drawes me up high from whence I downe do fall In Showers of Raine am broke in peeces small Where I am forc'd to Earth for helpe to call Strait Earth her Porous doors sets open wide And takes me in with hast on every side Then joynes my Limbs fast in a slowing Tide Earth to Moisture Alas Deare Friend the Sun my greatest Fee My tender Buds he blast as they do grow He burnes my Face and makes it 〈◊〉 and dry He sucks my Breast which starves my Young thereby Thus I and all my Young for thirst were slaine But that with Wet you fill my 〈◊〉 againe Aire to Earth and Moisture The Sun doth use me ill as all the rest For his hot Soultry heats do me molest Melts me into a thin and slowing Flame To make him light when men it Day do name Corrupts me makes me full of 〈◊〉 soares Which Putresaction on mens Bodies poures Or else the subtle Flame into mens Spirits run Which makes them raging or starke mad become Drawes me into a length and breadth till I Become so thin with windy wings do flye Never can leave till all my Spirits spent And then I dye and leave no Monument The Sun to 〈◊〉 O most unkind and most ungratefull Earth I am thy Mid-wife brings your Young to Birth I with my heat do cause your Young to grow And with my light I teach them how to go My Sun-Bcames are Strings whereon to hold For feare they fall and breake their Limbs on Cold. All to Maturity I do bring and give Youth Beauty Strength and make Old Age to live The Sun to 〈◊〉 ' ater Sluggish Moisture I active and light make All grosse and corrupt I Humours away take All Superfluity I dry up cleane That nothing but pure Christall water 's seen The hard-bound Cold I loosen and unty When you in Icy Chaines a Prisoner lye With 〈◊〉 your Limbs are nipt and bit with Cold Your smooth and glassie Face makes wrinkled Old I make you nimble soft and faire And Liquid Nourishing and Debonaire The Sun to Aire Aire I purge and make it cleere and bright Black Clouds dissolve which make the Day seem Night The crude raw Vapours I digest and straine The thicker part all into Showers of Raine The thinnest part I turne all into Winds Which like a Broome sweeps out all Dirt it findes The cleerest part turne into Azure Skie Hang'd all with Stars and next the Gods you lye A Dialogue between Earth and Cold. Earth O Cruell Cold to life an Enemy A Misery to Man and Posterity Most envious Cold to Stupifie Mens Braine Destroies that Monarchy where Wit should reigne Tyrant thou art to bind the Waters clear In Chaines of Ice lye fetter'd halfe the yeare Imprisons every thing that dwels in me Shutting my Porous doors no Light can see And smothered am almost up to death Each hole is stopt so close can take no breath Congeales the Aire to massie Clouds of Snow Like Mountaines great they on my Body throw And all my Plants and strong great fruit 〈◊〉 Trees You nip to death or cloath them in course Freeze My fresh green Robes which 〈◊〉 me fine and gay You strip me of or change to black or gray For feare of Cold my Moisture shrinks so low My Head weares bald no 〈◊〉 thereon will grow And breakes the Suns bright 〈◊〉 their heat destroy Which takes away my comfort and my joy And makes my Body stiff so deadly numb'd That in my Veines nothing will fluent run Cold. Why do you thus complaine poore Earth and grieve I give you strength and make you long to live I do refresh you from the Scorching Sun I give you breath which makes you strong become I cloath you from the Cold with Milke-white Snow Send downe your Sap to nourish you below For if that heat should dwell and long time stay His Thirst would drinke your Moisture all away I take nought from you nor do make you poore But like a Husband good do keepe your Store My Ice are Locks and Barrs all safe to keepe From Busie Motion gives you quiet sleepe For heat is active and doth you molest Doth make you worke and never let you rest Heat spends your Spirits makes you crackt and dry Drinkes all him selfe with Thirst you almost dye With Sweating Labour you grow weake and faint I wonder why you make such great complaint Earth Both Heat and Cold in each extreame Degree Two Hells they are though contrary they be Two Devils are torment me with great paines One shoots hot Arrowes th' other ties in Chaines A Dialogue betwixt Earth and Darknesse Earth OHorrid Darknesse and you powers of Night Melancholy Shades made by obstructed Lights Why so Cruell what Evil have I done To part me from my Husband the bright Sun Darknesse I do not part you he me hither sends Whilst Hee rides about to visit all his Friends Besides 〈◊〉 hath more Wives to love then you He never constant is to one nor true Earth You do him wrong for though he Journies make For Exercise he care for me doth take He leaves his Stars and 's Sister in his place To comfort me whilst 〈◊〉 doth run his Race But you do come most wicked 〈◊〉 Night And rob me of that faire and Silver Light Darknesse The Moon and Stars they are but shadowes thin Small Cob-web Lawne they from his Light do spin Which they in scorned do make you to disgrace As a thin Vaile to cover your Ill Face For Moon or Stars have no strong Lights to shew A Colour true nor how you bud or grow Onely some Ghosts do rise and take delight To walke about when that the Moon shines bright Earth Your are deceiv'd they cast no such Disguise Strive me to please by twinkling in the Skies And