was brought Euen so likewise by death was freedome wrought E. of Surrey Nought is immortall vnderneath the Sun All things are subiect to deaths tyrannie Both clownes kings one selfesame course must run And whatsoeuer liues is sure to die Th. Kyd. Death's alwaies readie and our time is knowne To be at heauens dispose and not our owne Idem The brauest are as blossomes and the longest liuer dies And dead the loueliest creature as the lothsoms carion lies W. Warner Our frailties done are written in the flowers Which flourish now and fade away ere many howres S. Daniell All earthly things be borne To die the death for nought long time may last The sunne his beautie yeelds to winters blast I. H. M. of Magist Is' t not gods deed what euer thing is done In heauen and earth Did not he all create To die againe all ends that was begunne Their times in his eternall bookes of fate Are written sure and haue their certaine date Who then can striue with strong necessitie That holds the world in his still chaunging state Or shun the death ordaind by desteny When houre of death is come let none aske whence or why Ed. Spencer Death amongst all deales equally For hee 's impartiall and with one selfe hand Cuts off both good and bad none can withstand Ch. Middleton Death certaine is to all the prouerbe saith Vncertaine is to all the houre of death S. I. Harr. Transl Pale fearefull death with bloudy dart doth strike The wretched caitiffe and the king alike Vntimely neuer comes the lifes last meere In cradle death may rightly claime his debt Straight after birth is due the fatall beere By deaths permission th' aged linger heere Euen in the swath-bands our commission goeth To loose thy breath that yet but yoongly bleweth I. H. Mir. of M. All musicke sleepes where death doth lead the daunce Ed. Spencer Let nature for perfection mould a paragon each way Yet death at last on finest lumps of liuing flesh wil pray For nature neuer framed it that neuer shall decay VV. VVarner Fatall death the emperor of graues I. Markham Death is the key which vnlockes miserie And lets them out to blessed libertie M. Drayton All is but lost that liuing we bestowed If not well ended at our dying day O man haue mind of that last bitter rage For as the tree doth fall so lies it euer lowe Ed. Spencer No feare of death should force vs to do ill Th. Kyd. When for feare of an ensuing ill We seeke to shorten our appointed race Then t is for feare that we our selues do kill So fond we are to feare the worlds disgrace Idem Happie thrice happie who so lost his breath That life he gaineth by his godly death Vnwise and wretched men to weet what 's good or ill We deeme of death as doome of ill desert But know we fooles what it vs brings vntill Die would we daily once it too expert No danger there the shepheard can a start Faire fields and pleasant fields there beene The fields aye fresh the grasse aye greene Ed. Spencer This same Which we call death the soules release from woe The worke which bring our blisse to happie frame Sildome arrests the bodie but we finde Some notice of it written in our minde I. Markham The worth of all men by their end esteeme And then due praise or due reproach them yeeld S. Spencer Death is an euill doome To good and bad the common Inne of rest But after death the triall is to come When best shall be to them that liued best But both alike when death hath both supprest Religious reuerence doth buriall teene Which who so wants wants so much of his rest For all so great shame after death I weene As selfe to dien bad vnburied bad to beene Ed. Spencer Beasts with carelesse steppes to laethe go Where men whose thoughts and honours clime on hie Liuing with fame must learne with fame to die D. Lodge Death but an acted passion doth appeare Where truth giues courage and the conscience cleare M. Drayton Who dies the vtmost dolour must abide But who that liues is left to waile his losse So life is losse and death felicitie Sad life worse then glad death and greater crosse To see friends graue then dead the graue selfe to engrosse Ed. Spencer In wretches sudden death at once There long-some ill is buried with their bones Th. Hudson Transl Death is to him that wretched life doth lead Both grace and gaine but he in hell doth lie That liues a loathed life and wishing cannot die Ed. Spencer Death is most louely sweet and amiable But captiu'd life for foulenesse admirable I. Marston The toongs of dying men Inforce attention like deep harmony Where words are scarce they are sildom spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is lissened more Then they whom youth ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting sunne and musick at the close As the last tast of sweet is sweetest tast Writ in remembrance more then things long past W. Shakespeare Delaie On the one side doubt on the other sate Delaie Behind the gate that none her might espie Whose manner was all passengers to staie And entertaine with her occasions slie Through which some lost great hope vnheedilie Which neuer they recouer might againe And others quite excluded forth did lie Long languishing there in vnpittied paine And seeking often entrance afterward in vaine Ed. Spencer Daunger growes by lingring till the last And phisicke hath no helpe when life is past Th. Watson Oft things done perhaps do lesse annoy Then may the doing handeled with delay S. Daniell Delaie in close awaite Caught hold on me and thought my steps to stay Faining stil many a fond excuse to prate And time to steale the treasure of mans day Whose smallest minute lost no riches render may Ed. Spencer Times delay new hope of helpe still breeds Idem Fearfull tormenting Is leaden seruitor to dull delay W. Shakespeare He that will stop the brooke must then begin When sommers heat hath dried vp the spring And when his pittering streames are low and thin For let the winter aid vnto them bring He growes to be of watry flouds the king And though you damme him vp with loftie rankes Yet will he quickly ouerflow his bankes R. Greene. Ill newes deferring is a plague as great as an ill newes Ab. Fraunce Delay in loue breeds doubts but sharpe deniall death· W. Shakespeare Intermission suffers men dispute What dangers are and cast with further care Colde doubt cauells with honour scorneth fame And in the end feare waighes downe faith with shame S. Daniel Where hearts be knit what helpes if not in ioy Delay breeds doubts no cunning to be ioy M. D. Delight In things without vs no Delight is sure· G. Chapman A sweete in shape is but a bad Delight D.
thoughts are legible in the eye M. Roydon Often the eye mistakes the braine being troubled W. Sha. All amorous eyes obseruing forme thinks parts obscured best vv vvarner A greedy eye will haue a greedy hand D. Lodge A monstrous rabblement Of fowle mishapen wights of which some were Headed like Owles with beakes vncomely bent Others like dogs others like gryphons dreare And some had wings and some had clawes to teare And euery one of them had Linceus eies And euery one did bowes and arrowes beare All those were lawlesse lusts corrupt enuie And couetous aspects all cruell enemies Those same against the bulwarke of the sight Did laie strange siege and battailous assault Ne once did yeeld it respit day or night But soone as Titan gan his head exault And soone againe as he his light withhault Their wicked engines they against it bent That is each thing by which the eyes may fault But to them all more huge and violent Bewtie and money they that bulwarke shroudly rent Ed. Spencer Hearing Eares office is the troubled aire to take Which in their mazes formes a sound or noyse Whereof her selfe doth true distinction make The wickets of the soule are plac'd on hie Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft And that they may not pierce too violently They are delaid with turnes and windings oft I. Dauies As streames which with their winding bankes do play Stopt by their creekes runne softly through the plaine So in the eares labyrinth the voyce doth stay And doth with easie notice touch the braine Idem It is the slow'st yet the daintiest sence For euen the eares of such as haue no skill Perceiue a discord and conceiue offence And knowing not what 's good yet finde the ill Idem These conduit pipes of knowledge the minde But th' other three attend the body still For by their seruices the soule doth finde What things are to the body good or ill I. Dauies The second bulwarke was the hearing sence Gainst which the second troupe designment makes Deformed creatures in straunge difference Some hauing heads like harts some like to snakes Some wild like boares late rowz'd out of the brakes Slaunderous reproaches and foule infamies Leasings backbitings and vaine-glorious crake Bad counsels praises and false flatteries All those against that first did send their batteries Ed. Spencer Smelling Next in the nosthrils she doth vse the Smell As God the breath of life in them did giue So makes he now his power in them to dwell To iudge all aires whereby we breathe and hue This sence is also mistresse of an art Which to soft people sweet petfumes doth sell Through this deare art doth little good impart Since they smell best that doth of nothing smell And ye good sents do purifie the braine Awake the fancie and the wittes refine Hence old deuotion in aduise did ordaine To make mens spirits more apt to thoughts diuine I. Dauies Likewise that same third fort that is the smell Of that third troupe was cruelly assaide Whose hideous shapes were like to fiends of hell Some like to hounds some like to apes dismaide Some like to puttocks all in plumes arraide All shapte according their conditions For by those ougly formes werren portraide Foolish delights and fond abusions Which do that sence besiege with light illusiōs Ed. Sp. Tasting The bodies life with meates and aire is fed Therefore the soule doth vse the tasting power In vaines which through the tong pallat spred Distinguish euery rellish sweet and sower This is the bodies nurse but since mans wit Found the Art of cookery to delight his sence More bodies are consumde and kild with it Then with the sword famine or pestilence I. Dauies That fourth band which cruell battery bent Against the fourth bulwarke that is the taste Was as the rest a grisly rabblement Some mouth like greedy Estriges some fac'st Like loathly Toades some fashioned in the waste Like swine for so deseru'd his luxurie Surfet misdiet and vnthriftie warke Vaine feasts and idle superfluitie All those this sences for t assaile incessantly Ed. Sp. Feeling Lastly the feeling power which is lifes roote Through euery liuing part it selfe doth shed By sinewes which extend from head to foote And like a net all ouer the body spred Much like a subtill spider which doth sit In middle of her web which spreddeth wide If ought do touth the outmost thred of it She feeles it instantly on euery side I. Dauies By touch the first pure qualities we learne Which quicken all things hot cold moist and drie By touch hard soft rough swoot we do discerne By touch sweet pleasure and sharpe paine we trie These are the outward instruments of sence These are the guardes which euery one must passe Ere it approach the mindes intelligence Or touch the phantasie wits looking glasse Idem But the fift troupe most horrible of hue And fierce of force was dreadfull to report For some like snailes some did like spiders shewe And some like ougly vrchins thicke and short Cruelly they assailed that fift fort Armed with darts of sensuall delight With strings of carnall lust and strong effect Of feeling pleasures with which day and night Against the same fift bulwarke they continued fight Ed. Spencer Sinne. First we do taste the fruite then see our sin S. Daniell Shame followes sin disgrace is daily giuen Impietie will out neuer so closely donne No walles can hide vs from the eye of heauen For shame must end what wickednes begun Forth breakes reproach when we least thinke thereon Idem Like as diseases common cause of death Bring daunger most when least they pricke and smart Which is a signe they haue expulst the breath Of liuely heate which doth defend the hart Euen so such sinnes as felt are on no part Haue conquered grace and by their wicked vre So kild the soule that it can haue no cure I. Hig. M. of M. Sinnes haruest neuer failes but grace hath death D. Lodge Couer thou fier neuer so close within Yet out it will and so will secret sin M. of M. It doubles sinne if finely sinne we practise to preuent W.W. Man may securely sinne but safely neuer B. Ihonson What wight on earth can voyd of fault be found What Saint is that who doth not sinne sometime Tweene good and bad this difference sole is found That good men sinne but seld and mend betime The bad man making scruple none nor question Yeelds willingly to euery leaud suggestion S. I. H. Sinnes oft assaid ere thought to be no sin So soileth sinne the soule it sinketh in M. of M. Shame leaues vs by degrees not at first comming For nature checks a new offence with loathing But vse of sinne doth make it seeme as nothing S. Daniell What though our sinnes go braue and better clad They are as those in rags as base as bad Idem The spot is foule though by a Monarch made Kings cannot priuiledge a sinne forbade Idem Sinne euer
must Be torturde with the racke of his owne frame For he that holds no faith shall finde no trust But sowing wrong is sure to reape the same Idem Cunning sinne being clad in vertues shape Flies much reproofe and many stormes doth scape D. Lodge Place for people people place and all for sinne decay vv vvarner To punish sinne is good it is no nay They wrecke not sinne but merit wrecke for sinne The fathers fault that wreake vpon the kin M. of M. The sinne to which a man by loue is driuen So much rhe rather ought to be forgiuen S. I. H. Slaunder Her face was vgly and her mouth distort Foming with poyson round about her gils In which her cursed tongue full sharpe and short Appeard like Aspes sting that closely kils Or cruelly does wound whom so she wils A distaffe in her other hand she had Vpon the which she litle spins but spils And faine to weaue false tales and leasings bad To throw amongst the gods which others had dispred Ed. Sp. Her nature is all goodnesse to abuse And causelesse crimes continually to frame With which she guiltlesse persons may abuse And stole away the crowne of her good name Ne euer knight so bold ne euer dame So chaste and loyall liu'd but she would striue With forged cause them falsly to defame Ne euer thing was done so well aliue But she with blame would blot and of due praise depriue Idem All like the stings of Asps that kill with smart Her spightfull words do pierce and wound the inner part Idem Foule canker of faire vertuous action Vile blaster of rhe fresh bloomes here on earth Enuies abhorred child detraction I. Marston Happie is he that liues in such a sort That need not feare the tongues of false report E. of S. The vulgar tongues are armed euermore With slaunderous brute to blemish the renowne Of vertuous dames which though at first it spring Of slender cause yet doth it swell so fast As in short space it filleth euery eare With swift report of vndeserued blame G. Gascoigne It euer hath bene knowne They other vertues scorne that doubt their owne S. Daniell No plaister heales a deadly poysoned sore No secret hid where slaunder keepes the dore M. Drayton Against bad tongues goodnesse cannot defend her Those be most free from faults they least will spare But prate of them whom they haue scantly knowne Iudging their humours to be like their owne S. I. H. Slaunder once set on foot though false is talkt in euery street VV. VVarner No wound with warlike hand of enemie Inflict with dint of sword so sore doth light As doth the poysonous sting which infamie Infuseth in the name of noble wight It neuer can recured be againe Ne all the skill which that immortall spright Of Podalyrius did in it retaine Can remedie such hurts such hurts are hellish paine Ed. Sp. A sprightly wit disdaines detraction I. Marston Backbiting pens and pens that sooth vp sinne â—nuious the one th' other clawbacks binne I. Syl. Sleepe Amidst a darke thicke wood there is a caue Whose entrance is with Iuie ouerspread They haue no light within nor none they craue â—ere Sleepe doth couch her ouerdrowsie head â—nd sloath lies by that seemes the goute to haue â—nd Idlenes not so well taught as fed â—hey point forgetfulnes the gate to keepe â—hat none come out or in to hinder Sleepe â—he knowes no meanes of men ne none will learne â—heir messages she list not vnderstand She knowes no busines doth her concerne Silence is Sentinell of all this band And vnto those he comming doth discerne To come too neere he beckens with his hand He treadeth soft his shooes are made of felt His garment short and girded with a belt S. I. H. By care lay heauie sleepe the couzen of death Flat on the ground and still as any stone A very corps saue yeelding forth a breath Small keepe tooke he whom fortune frownd on Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne but as a liuing death So dead aliue of life he drew the breath M. Sack A drowsie head to earth by dull desire Draws downe the soule that should to heauen aspire Writing these later lines wearie well-nie Of sacred Pallas pleasing labour deare Mine humble chin saluteth oft my brest With an Ambrosian deawe mine eies possest By peece-meale close all moouing powers die still From my dull fingers drops my fainting quill Downe in my sloath-bound bed againe I shrinke And in darke Laethe all deepe cares I sinke I. Syl. Solitarinesse Sweete solitarie life thou true repose Wherein the wise contemplate heauen aright In thee no dread of warre or worldly foes In thee no pompe seduceth mortall sight In thee no wanton eares to winne with words Nor lurking toies which silly life affords D.L. Souldiers O Souldiers enuie neere ally to Kings Maiesticke humour carefull iealous thought Thou which awak'st vs from ignoble things A passion nearest to a godhead brought Onely indefinite to whom none brings Limit or bound thou greater then our thought Who holds thee holds a power to make him able Who looses then becomes most miserable I. Mark None is so poore of sence and eine To whom a souldier doth not shine G. Chap. No elegancie can bewtifie A shamelesse lumpe of gluttonie His heart sweete Cupids tents reiects That onely meate and drinke affects O Flora all mens intellects Know souldiers power such respects Meere helpes for need his minde sufficeth Dull sleepe and surfets he despiseth Loues trumpe his temples exerciseth Courage and loue his life compriseth Idem Soule He that spread the skies And fixt the earth first form'd the soule in man This true Prometheus first made men of earth And shead in him a beame of heauenly fier Now in their mothers wombes before their birth Doth in all sonnes of men their soules inspire And as Minerua is in fables fainde From Ioue without an other to proceed So our true Ioue without an others aide Doth daily millions of Mineruaes breed I Dauies Like as the sunne aboue the light doth bring Though we behold it in the aire belowe So from the eternall light the soule doth spring Though in the body she her powers do showe Idem The soule a substance and a body is Which God himselfe doth in the body make Which makes the man or euery man from this The nature of a man and name doth take And though the spirit be to the body knit As an apt meane her power to exercise Which are life motion sense and will and wit Yet she suruiues although the body dies Shee is a substance and a reall thing Which hath it selfe an actuall working might Which neither from the senses power doth spring Nor from the bodies humours tempered right She is a vine which doth no propping need To make her spread her selfe or spring vpright She is a starre whose beames do not proceed From any sinne but from a natiue light Idem She is
tremble when I thinke Her cheekes are like the blushing clowde That beautifies Auroras face Or like the siluer crimson shrowde That Phoebus smiling locks doe grace Her lips are like two budded Roses Whom ranks of Lillies neighbour nie vvhich with bounds she stil incloses Apt to intice a deitie Her necke is like a stately towre vvhere Loue himselfe in pleasure lies To watch for glaunces euery howre From her diuine and sacred eyes Her paps are centers of delight Her paps are rocks of heauenly flame vvhere Nature moulds the dew of light To feede perfection with the same With orient pearle with Rubie red vvith Marble white with azure blew Her body euery way is fed Yet soft in touch and sweet in view Nature herselfe her shape admires The Gods are wounded in her sight And Loue forsakes his heauenly fires And at her eyes his brands doth light D. Lodge She lay and seemd a flood of Diamant Bounded in flesh as stil as Vespers haire When not an Aspen leafe is stird with ayre She lay at length like an immortal soule At endlesse rest in blest Elizium And then did true felicitie inroule So faire a Lady figure of her kingdom Now as she lay attirde in nakednes His eye did carue him on that feast of feasts Sweet fieldes of life which deaths foote dare not presse Flowrd with th'vnbroken waues of my loues breasts See wherewith bent of gold curld into knots In her heads groue the spring-bird Lameat nests Her body doth present those fields of peace vvhere soules are feasted with the soule of ease To proue which Paradice that nurseth these See see the golden riuers that renowne it Rich Gyhon Tigris Phison Euphrates Two from her bright Pelopian shoulders crowne it And two out of her snowy hills doe glide That with a deluge of delight doe drowne it These highest two their precious streames deuide To tenne pure floods that do the body dutie Bounding themselues in length but not in beauty These wind theyr courses through the paynted bowers And raise such sounds in theyr inflection As ceaselesse start from earth fresh sorts of flowers And bound that booke of life with euery section In these the Muses dare not swim for drowning Theyr sweetnes poysons with such sweet infection And leaues the onely lookers on them swouning These formes and colour makes them so to shine That Gods for them would cease to be diuine G. Chapman Her Lilly hand her rosie cheekes lie vnder Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse Who therefore angry seemes to part in sunder Swelling on eyther side to want his blisse Betweene whose hills her head entombed is Where like a vertuous monument she lyes To be admirde of lewd vnhallowed eyes VVithout the bed her other fayre hand was On the greene Couerlet whose perfect white Shewd like an Aprill daisie on the grasse vvith pearlie sweat resembling dewe of night Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd theyr light And canopied in darknes sweetly lay Till they might open to adorne the day Her haire like golden threds playd with her breath O modest wantons wanton modestie Shewing lifes tryumph in the Map of death And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie Each in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife But that life liu'd in death and death in life Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered Saue of theyr Lord no bearing yoke they knew And him by oath they truly honoured These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred vvho like a foule vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out W. Shakespeare Starres fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes Her bright brow driues the sunne to clowdes beneath Her haires reflexe with red strakes paint the skies Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath T. Nash Fayrer then Isaacks louer at the vvell Brighter then inside barke of new hewen Cedar Sweeter then flames of fire-perfumed Mirrhe And comlier then the siluer clowdes that daunce On Zephyrus wings before the King of heauen G. Peele Her lookes were like beames of the morning sunne Forth-looking through the windowes of the East When first the fleecie cattell haue begunne Vpon the pearled grasse to make theyr feast Her thoughts are like the fume of Francensence Which from a golden Censor forth did rise And throwing forth sweet odours mounts from thence In rolling globes vp to the vaulted skies There she beholds with hie aspyring thought The cradle of her owne creation Among the seates of Angels heauenly wrought Much like an Angell in all forme and fashion S. Daniell Her locks are pleighted like the fleece of wooll That Iason with his Grecian mates atchiu'd As pure as gold yet not from gold deriu'd As full of sweets as sweet of sweetes is full Her browes are prety tables of conceate Where Loue his records of delight doth quote On them her dallying locks doe daily floate As loue ful oft doth feede vpon the baite Her eyes faire eyes like to the purest lights That animate the sunne or cheere the day In whom the shining sun-beames brightly play vvhilst fancie doth on them deuine delights Her cheekes like ripened Lillies steept in wine Or fayre Pomegranate kirnels washt in milke Or snow-white threds in nets of Crimson silke Or gorgeous clowdes vpon the sunnes decline Her lips like Roses ouer-washt with dew Or like the Purple of Narcissus flowre No frost theyr faire no wind doth wrest theyr powre But by her breath theyr beauties do renew Her christal chin like to the purest mould Enchast with dainties Daisies soft and white Where Fairies faire pauilion once is pight Whereas embrasd his beauties he doth hold Her necke like to an Iuory shining towre Where through with azure vaines sweet Nectar runnes Or like the downe of swanns Or like delight that doth it selfe deuoure Her paps are like fayre apples in the prime As round as orient pearles as soft as downe They neuer vaile theyr faire through winters frowne But from these sweets Loue suckt his sommer time Her bodies beauties best esteemed bowre Delicious comely dainty without staine The thought whereof not toucht hath wrought my paine Whose face so faire all beauties doth distaine Her maiden wombe the dwelling house of pleasure Not like for why no like surpasseth wonder O blest is he may bring such beauties vnder Or search by suite the secrets of that treasure R. Greene. Like to Diana in her sommer weede Girt with a Crimson robe of brightest die goes fayre Samela As fayre Aurora in her morning gray Deckt with the ruddy lustre of her loue is fayre Samela Like louely Thetis on a calmed day When as her brightnes Neptunes fancie moues Shines faire Samela Her tresses gold her eyes like glassie streames Her teeth are pearle the breasts are Iuory of faire Samela Her cheekes like rosie-lillies yeeld forth gleames Her browes bright arches framde of Ebonie thus faire Samela Passeth faire Venus in
were weake and yoong But thrust them forth still as they waxed old And on her head she wore a tyre of gold Adorn'd with Gems and Owches wondrous faire Whose passing price vnneath was to be told And by her side there sate a gentle paire Of Turtle-doues she sitting in an Iuorie chaire Ed. Spencer Due Charitie in louing doth preferre Her neighbours good fore her vtilitie I. Syluister Transl Who may but will not helpe doth hurt we know and curious they That dribling alms by art disband wel meÌ„t froÌ„ wel done pay And he that questions distresse and doth not help endeuour TheÌ„ he that sees nothing saies or cares is lesse deceauour W. Warner It is a worke of Charitie God knowes The reconcilement of two mortall foes Ch. Middleton Charitie brings forrh but barren seeds And hatred still is sowne in so great store That when the fruites of both came to be reaped The tone is scarce the tother ouerheaped S. I. Harr. Chastitie O Chastitie the chiefe of heauenly lights Which mak'st vs most immortall shape to wearâ— S. Ph. Sidney Chastities attire The vnstained vaile which innocents adorne Th'vngather'd rose defended with the thorne S. Daniel O Charitie the gift of blessed soules Comfort in death a crowne vnto the life Which all the passions of the minde controlles Adornes the maide and bewtifies the wife That grace the which nor death nor time attaints Of earthly creatures making heauenly Saints M. Drayton A Woman cannot take vpon her With bewtie riches nor with hie nobilitie To claime the true deserued praise of honour If Chastitie do faile by her fragilitie This is the vertue that defends her honour S I. Harrington Who doth desire that chaste his wife should bee First be he true for truth doth truth deserue Then he be such as he his words may see And alwaies one credit which her preserue Not toying kind nor causlesly vnkinde Not stirring thoughts nor yet denying right Not spying faults nor in plaine errors blinde Neuer â—ard hand nor euer raines to light As farre from want as farre from vaine exspence Th' one doth enforce th' other doth entice All owe good company but driue from thence All filthy mouthes that glory in their vice This done thou hast no more but leaue the rest To nature fortune time and womans brest S. Ph. Sydney Penelope in spending chaste her daies As worthy as Vlisses was of praise S. I. Harrington Of Christ. The brooser of the serpents head the womans promiz'd seed The second in the Trinitie the foode our soules to feed The vine the light the doore the way the shepheard of vs al Whose manhood ioynd to deitie did raunsome vs from thrall That was and is and euermore will be the same to his That sleeps to none that wakes to him that turns our curse to blis WhoÌ„ yet vnseen the Patriarks saw the Prophets had foretold The Apostles preacht the Saints adord Martyrs do behold The same Augustus Emperor in Palestine was born AmoÌ„gst his own yet his own did curse their blis in scorn W. Warner Augustus quailing Anthonie was Emperour alone In whose vnfoed monarchy our common health was knowne The bruizer of the serpents head the womans promisd seed The second in the Trinitie the foode our soules to feede The vine the light the doore the way the shepheard of vs all The same Augustus Emperor in Palestine was borne AmoÌ„gst his own yet his own did curse their blis in scorn Idem Children Riches of children passe a princes throne Which touch the fathers heart with secret ioy When without shame he saith these be mine owne S. Ph. Sidney This patterne good or ill our children get For what they see their parents loue or hate Their first caught sence prefers to teachers blowes The cockerings cockerd we bewaile too late When that we see our ofspring gayly bent Women man-wood and men effeminate Idem What children apprehend The same they like they followe and amend D. Lodge There is no loue may be compa'rd to that The tender mother beares vnto the childe For euen so much the roote it doth encrease As their griefe growes our contentation cease G. Gas Chaunge All is but fained and which oaker died That euery showre will wash and wipe away All things do Chaunge that vnder heauen abide And after death all friendship doth decay Therefore what euer man bear'st worldly sway Liuing on God and on thy selfe relie For when thou diest all shall with thee die Ed. Spencer All suffer Chaunge our selues new borne euen then begin to die W. Warner The euer Chaunging course of things Runne a perpetuall circle euer turning S. Dan. Change liues not long time fainteth and time mourns Solace and sorrow haue their certaine turnes M. Drayton All Chaunge is perillous and all chaunce vnsound Ed. Spencer Seldome Chaunge the better brought Content who liues with tried state Need feare no Chaunge of frowning Fate But will seeke for vnknowne gaine Oft liues by losse and leaues with paine Idem What doth remaine to man that can continue long What sun caÌ„shine so cleare but clouds may rise amoÌ„g G. Gascoigne No flower is so fresh but frost can it deface No man so snre in any seate but he may loose his place Idem Most true it is as we doo daily proue No good nor ill can stand still at one stay S. I. Harrington The man that of himselfe is most secure Shall finde himselfe most fickle and vnsure Ed. Spencer Men change the ayre but seldome change their care M. Drayton Chaunce What should we thinke of signes they are but haps How may they then be signes of after-claps Doth euery Chaunce foreshew or cause some other Or ending of it selfe extend no further As th'ouerflowing flood some mount doth choake But to his guide some othet flood it yoake So if that signes thy sinnes once ioyne beware Else-whereto Chaunces tend do neuer care M. of M. True it is if fortune light by Chaunce There fortune healpes the boldest to aduance G. Gascoigne Counsaile Sacred Counsaile true heart suppling balme Soule-curing plaister true preseruing blis Water of life in euery sudden qualme The heauens rich store-house where all treasure is True guide by whom foule errors due we mis Night burning-beacon watch against mishaps Foresight auoyding many after claps M. Drayton Euery strawe proues fewell to the fire When Counsell doth concurre with our desire Idem What eld hath tried and seeene good counsell is D. Lodge Counsell still is one When fathers friends and worldly goods are gone Idem Counsell that comes when ill hath done his worst Blesseth our ill but makes our good accurst M. Drayton Vaine sounds of pleasure we delight to heare But Counsell iarres as discord in our eare Idem A King that aimes his neighbours crowne to win Before the fruite of open warres begin Corrupts his Counsell with rich recompences For in good Counsell stands the strength of Princes I. Syl. Transl A Kingdomes greatnesse hardly can he
body thin and bare as any bone Whereto was left nought but the case alone And that alas was gnawne on euery where All full of holes that I ne mought refraine From teares to see how she her armes could teare And with her teeth gnash on her bones in vaine When all for nought she faine would so sustaine Her staruen corps that rather seem'd a shade Then any substance of a creature made Great was her force whom stone walles could not stay Her tearing nayles snatching at all she sawe With gaping iawes that by no meanes y may Be satisfied from hunger of her mawe But eates her selfe as she that hath no lawe Gnawing alas her carkas all in vaine While you may count each sinew bone and vaine On her while we thus firmly fixt our eie That bled for â—uth of such a drery sight Lo suddenly she shrikte in so huge wise As made hell gates to shiuer with the might Where with a dart we sawe how it did light Right on his brest and therewithall pale death Enthrilling it to reaue her of her breath M. Sackuile Meane cates are welcome still to hungry guests B. Ioh. Fancie Fancie we feele includes all passions might S. Phil. Sydney Fancie by kind with reason striueth still Th. Watson Vid. loue Fate What God hath said that cannot but ensue Though all the world would haue it ouerthrowne When men suppose by fetches of their owne To flie their Fate they further on the same Like blasts of winde which oft reuiue the flame M. of M. The heauens do rule in their continuall course That yeelds to Fate that doth not yeeld to force M. Drayton Chaunce is vncertaine fortune double faced Ed. Fairfax Transl Demogorgon ruler of the Fates R. Greene. The Fates can make Waie for themselues their purpose to pertake Ed. Spencer What the Fates do once decree Not all the gods can chaunge nor Ioue himself can free Idem The lawes of Fate Being grau'n in steele must stand inuiolate Th. Dekkar Who can escape what his owne Fate hath wrought The work of heauens wil surpasse all humane thought Ed. Spencer Who can deceiue his destenie Or weene by warning to auoid his Fate That when he sleepes in more securitie And safest seemes him soonest doth amate And findeth due effect or soone or late So feeble is the power of fleshly arme Idem Indeed the Fates are firme And may not shrinke though all the word do shake Yet ought mens good endeuours them confirme And guide the heauenly causes to their coÌ„stant terme Idem Each man they say his Fate hath in his hands And what he makes or marres to leese or saue Of good or euil is euen selfe do selfe haue I. H. M. of M. The Fates farre off foreseene come gently neare M. Drayton Our Fate is not preuented though fore-knowne For that must hap decreed by heauenly powers Who worke our fall yet make the fault still ours S. Daniell Fate Keeps in eternall darke our fortunes hidden And ere they come to know them t is forbidden Idem All men are men in ignorance of Fate To alter chance exceedeth humane state I. Markham The heauens do rule in their continuall course That yeelds to Fate that doth not yeeld to force M. Drayton Feare Feare all arm'd from top to toe Yet thought himselfe not safe enough thereby But fear'd each shadow mouing too and fro And his owne armes whom glistering he did spie Or clashing heard he fast away did flie As ashes pale of hew and winghie heeld And euermore on danger fixt his eie Gainst whom he alwaies bent a brazen sheeld Which his right hand vnarmed faithfully did weeld Ed. Spencer Who so for fickle feare from vertue shrinkes Shall in his life imbrace no worthy thing No mortall man the cup of suretie drinkes S. Phil. Sid. Feare is more paine then is the paine it feares Disarming humane minds of natiue might Where each conceit an vgly figure beares Which were not euil well viewd in reasons light Idem The gift being great the feare doth still exceed And extreame feare can neither fight nor flie But cowardlike with trembling terror die W. Shakespeare The feare of ill exceeds the ill we feare Ed. Fairfax Transl Feare lendeth wings to aged folke to flie And made them mount to places that were hie Feare made the wofull child to waile and weepe For want of speed on foote and hands to creepe Th. Hudson Transl Feare in a fearefull heart frets more then plagues that he feareth A. Fraunce Feare that is wiser then the truth doth ill S. D. Feare casts too deepe and neuer is too wise Idem In vaine with terror is he fortified That is not guarded with firme loue beside Idem A fearefull thing to tumble from a throne M. Drayton Where crowned might crossed right so near togither dwel Behoues that forrest flying feare whereof the Foxe doth tel Our factious Lancaster Yorke thereof could witnes wel VV. Warner Thunder affrights the Infants in the schooles And threatnings are the conquerors of fooles I. Markham Whom feare constraines to praise their Princes deeds That feare eternall hatted in them feeds R. Greene. Feare misinterprets things each angury The worser way he fondly doth imply Weaknes is false and faith in cowards rare Feare findes our shifts timitidie is subtill S. Daniell T is incident to those whom many feare Many to them more greeuous hate to beare M. Drayton He whom all men feare Feareth all men euery where Hate inforcing them thereto Maketh many vndertake Many things they would not do Th. Kyd. The only good that growes of passed feare Is to be wise and ware of like againe Ed. Spencer A man to feare a womans moodie eire Makes reason lie a slaue to seruile feare S. Ph. Sydney Nothing seene fearefull we the most should feare Great amistes rise before the greatest raine The water deep'st where we least murmure heare In fairest Cups men temper deadliest baine The nearer night the ayre more cleare and still The nearer to one deaths least fearing ill M. Drayton Bloodlesse trustlesse witlesse feare That like an Aspen tree trembles each where She leads blacke terror and blacke clownish shame And drowsie sloth that counterfeiteth lame With snailelike motion measuring the ground Foule sluggish drone barren but sinne to breed Diseased begger steru'd with wilfull need I. S. Transl The feare of euill doth affright vs more Then th' euill it selfe though it seeme nere so sore Fortitude Rich buskind Seneca that did declaime And first in Rome our tragicke pompe compile Saith Fortitude is that which in extreame And certaine hazard all base feare exile It guides saith he the noble minde from farre Through frost and fire to conquer honours warre I. Markham Honey tong'd Tully Marmaid of our eares Affirmes no force can force true Fortitude It with out bodies no communion beares The soule and spirit soly it doth include It is that part of honestie which reares The heart to heauen and euer doth
he chose to ride Arraid in habit black and amis thin Like to an holy Monke the seruice to begin Ed. Spencer Idlenesse pure innocence subuerts Defiles our bodie and our soule peruerts Yea soberest men it makes delicious To vertue dull to vice ingenious I. Syl. Transl Ill humours by excessiue ease are bred And sloath corrupts and choakes the vitall sprights It kills the memorie and hurts the sights D. Lodge Drowsie sloth that counterfeiteth lame With Snaile like motion measuâ—ing the ground Hauing her armes in willing fetters bound Foule sluggish drone barren but sinne to breed Diseased begger staru'd with sinfull need I. Siluester If thou flie Idlenesse Cupid hath no might His bowe lyeth broken his torch hath no light Ignorance At last with creeping crooked pace forth came An old old man with beard as white as snow That on a staffe his feeble limbs did frame And guide his weary gate both too and fro For his eye sight him failed long ago And on his arme a bunch of keyes he bore The which vnvsed rust did ouergrow But very vncouth sight was to behold How he did fashion his vntoward pace For aâ— he forward mou'd his footing old So backward still was turnd his wrinckled faceâ— Vnlike to men who euer as they trace Both feete and face one way are wont to lead His name Ignaro did his nature right aread Ed. Spencer Image of hellish horror Ignorance Borne in the bosome of the blacke abisse And fed with furies milke for sustenance Of his weake infancie begot amisse By gnawing sloth vpon his mother night So he his sonnes both Syre and brother hight Idem All is turned into wildernesse Whilest Ignorance the Muses doth oppresse Idem Hell and darknesse and the grisly graue Is Ignorance the enemy of grace That minds of men borne heauenly doth deface Idem T is nought but showes that Ignorance esteemes The thing possest is not the thing it seemes S. Daniell Great ill vpon desert doth chance When it doth passe by beastly Ignorance M. Dray Impatience Impatience ehangeth smoake to flame but iealousie to hell W. Warner Make not thy griefe too great by thy suppose Let not Impatience aggrauate thy woes D. Lodge Infamie To attempt hie daungers euident Without constraint or need is Infamie And honour turnes to rashnesse in th' euent And who so dares not caring how he dares Sells vertues name to purchase foolish cares I. Markham Reproach A vile disease that neuer time can cure M. Drayton Sinne in a chaine leades on her sister shame And both in giues fast fettered to defame Idem Thy name once foild incurable the blot Thy name defaste whch toucht with any staine And once supplanted neuer growes againe Gainst open shame no text can well be cited The blow once giuen cannot be euited M. Drayton Ingratitude Vnthankfulnesse is that great sin Which made the diuel and his angels fall Lost him and them the ioyes that they were in And now in hell detaines them bound and thrall S. I. Harr. Transl Thou hatefull monster base Ingratitude Soules mortall poyson deadly killing wound Deceitfull serpent seeking to delude Blacke loathsome ditch where all desert is drown'd Vile pestilence which all things doest confound At first created to no other end But to greeue those whom nothing could offend M. Drayton Ingratefull who is call'd the worst of ill is spoken S. Phil. Sidney T is true that slaue whom Pompey did promote Was he that first assaid to cut his throte D. Lodge Innocencie A plaint of guiltlesse hurt doth pierce the skie S. Phil. Sidney Sildome vntoucht doth Innocencie escape When errour commeth in good counsels shape A lawfull title counterchecks proud might The weakest things become strong props to right M. Drayton Pure Innocence sildome suspecteth ought Idem A guiltlesse mind doth easily deeme the best M. of M. The lyon licks the sores of filly wounded sheep The dead maÌ„s course doth cause the crocodile to weep The waues that wast the rocks refresh the rotteÌ„ weeds Such ruth the wrack of innocence in cruel creatures breeds M. of M. Well gaue that Iudge his doome vpon the death Of Titus Laelius that in bed was slaine When euery wight the cruell murder laith To his two sonnes that in his chamber laie That Iudge that by the proofe perceiueth plaine That they were found fast sleeping in their bed Hath deem'd them guiltlesse of this bloudy shed He thought it could not be that they which brake The lawes of God and man in such outrage Could so forth with themselues to rest betake He rather thought the horror and the rage Of such an hainous gilt could neuer swage Nor neuer suffer them to sleepe or rest Or dreadlesse breathe one breath out of their brest M. Sackuile Inconstancie Vnto the world such is Inconstancie As sappe to tree as apple to the eie D. Lodge Ioye All like as sicker as the end of woe is Ioye And glorious light to obscure night doth tend So extreame Ioy in extreame woe doth end M. of M. For why extreames are haps rackt out of course By violent might far swinged forth perforce Which as they are piercingst they violentest moue For that they are nere to cause that doth them shoue So soonest fall from that their highest extreame To th' other contrary that doth want of meane So laugh'd he erst that laughed out his breath Idem The pleasing meanes bode not the luckiest ends Nor aye found treasure to like pleasure tends Mirth meanes not mirth alwaies thrice happie lyne Of witte to shun th' excesse that all desire Idem Ioy lighteneth woe woe Ioy doth moderate M. Drayton Ioy is forgetfull weale thinkes not of woe Idem Ioy ascends but sorrow sinks below Ch. Fitz. Fruits follow flowers and sorrow greatest Ioyes As sudden griefe so sudden Ioy doth kill Th. Achelly The Romane widow died when she beheld Her sonne who erst she counted slaine in field G. Gascoigne Excessiue Ioy Leapeth and likes finding the Appian way Too strait for her whose sences all possesse All wished pleasure in all plenteousnesse I. Syluester Iniustice Iniustice neuer yet tooke lasting roote Nor held that long Impietie did winne S. Daniell So foule a thing ô thou Iniustice art That torment'st both the dooer and distrest For when a man hath done a wicked part O how he striues to excuse to make the best To shift the fault t'vnburden his chargde hart And glad to find the least surmise of rest And if he could make his seeme others sin O what repose what ease he findes therein Idem Iniustice neuer scapes vnpunisht still Though men reuenge not yet the heauens will Idem Iustice. Now when the world with sin gan to abound Astraea loathing longer here to space Mongst wicked men in whom no truth she found Returnd to heauen whence she deriu'd her race Where she hath now an euerlasting place Mongst those twelue signes which rightly we do see The heauens bright shining bawdrick to inchace And is the virgin sixt
dies Loue is all truth lust full of forced lies W. Shakespeare Where whoredome raignes there murder follows fast As falling leaues before the winters blast R. Greene. Lust is a fire and for an houre or twaine Giueth a scorching blaze and then he dies H. C. O deeper sinne then bottomlesse conceit Can comprehend in still imagination Drunken desire must vomit his receit Ere he can see his owne abhomination While lust is in his pride no exclamation Can cure his heate or raigne his rash desire Till like a Iade selfe-will himselfe do tire VV. Shakespeare Lust neuer taketh ioy in what is due But leaues knowne delights to seeke out new S. Daniell In chastitie is euer prostitute Whose trees we loath when we haue pluckt the fruite G. Chapman Eschue vile Venus toyes she cuts off age And learne this lesson of and teach thy friend By pocks death sudden begging harlots end M. of M. The lechars toong is neuer voyd of guile Nor Crocodile wants teares to win his praie The subtillest temptor hath the sweetest stile With rarest musicke Syrens soon'st betraie M. Drayton Lust puts the most vnlawfull things in vre Nor yet in limits euer could be bounded Till he himselfe himselfe hath quite confounded Idem Abandon lust if not for sin yet to auoyd the shame So hogs of Ithacus his men the Latian witch did frame VV. Warner That great Phisition that had liu'd in helth age admirde Did answer askt the cause not he had done as flesh desirde Idem The Spartans war for rapted queene to Ilions ouerthrow The Monarch of Assiria chang'd and Latine kings also For Tarquins lust Idem Each house for lust a harbor and an Inne Each citie is a sanctuary for sinne And all do pitie beautie in distresse If beautie chaste then onely pittilesse M. Drayton Lawes Deriue thy lawes from wisest heads to be vpholden still Not adding or abstracting as conceited tire brains will Encourage good men by thy loue reforme the bad by lawe Reserue an eare for either plea and borrow leaue of awe VV. VVarner In vaine be counsells statutes humaine lawes When chiefe of Councells pleades the iustest cause M. Drayton So constantly the Iudges conster lawes That all agree still with the stronger cause M. of M. Pansamias and Lisander by their swords And warlike vertues made Lacaena rich Fame followed them where they the tents did pitch But graue Licurgus by his lawes and words Did merit more then these renowned Lords D. Lodge Licurgus for good lawes lost his owne libertie And thought it better to prefer common commoditie G. Gascoigne That Lawyer thogh he more by art theÌ„ right doth ouerthrow Consents to sin deceiues the Iudge wroÌ„g right is iustice foe VV. VVarner Libertie Sweete libertie to vs giues leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish chaunce by lots rul'd euery thing How errour was maine saile each waue a teare The Mr. loue himselfe deepe sighes weare winde Cares rowd with vowes the ship vnmerry minde False hope as firme oft turn'd the boate about In constant faith stood vp for middle mast Dispaire the cable twisted all with doubt Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Bewtie was all the rockes VV. Watson O liberty how much is that man blest Whose happie fortunes do his faâ—es areede That for deserts reioyces to be freede Th. Storer Sweete libertie the lifes best liuing flame I. Markham Our lands may come againe but libertie once lost Can neuer find such recoÌ„pence as counteruails the cost G. Gascoigne Learne freedome and felicitie haukes flying where they list Be kindlier more sound then haukes best tended to the â—ist vv vvarner He liues to die a noble death that life forefreed once spends Idem The name of Libertie The watchword of rebellion euer vsde The idle Eccho of vncertaintie That euermore the simple hath abusde S. Daniell Life All mans life me seemes a Tragedie Full of sad sighes and sore Catastrophes First comming to the world with weeping eie Where all his dayes like dolorous Trophies Are heapt with spoyles of fortune and of feare And he at last laid forth on balefull beare Ed. Spencer Our life is but a step in dustie way S. Phil. Sidney This mortall life as death is tride And death giues life M. Roydon What in this life we haue or can desire Hath time of grow'th and moment of retire D. Lodge Our bodies euery foot-step that they make March toward death vntill at last they die Whether we worke or play or sleep or wake Our life doth passe and with times wings doth flie I. Dauies The life of man a warfare right in body and in soule Resignes his robbed carkasse to be rolled in the mould W. Warner The terme of life is limited Ne may a man prolong or shorten it The souldier may not moue from watchfull stid Nor leaue his stand vntill his captaine bid Ed. Spencer The longer life I wot the greater sin The greater sin the greater punishment Idem Thus passeth with the ouerplus of life The pleasant spring and flower of mortall life The Aprils pompe once subiect to decay Returnes not in the bud that earst was rife Whilest mornings weepe the liuely flower doth bost Then pluck the stalke and let not it be lost D. Lodge The sunne doth set and brings againe the day But when our life is gone we sleepe for aye Th. Ach. Sunne sets and riseth goes downe and quickly reuiueth But mans light once out eternall darknesse abideth Ab. Fraunce All mortall men must from this life be gone Of life and death there are more soules then one The greatest and most glorious thing on ground May often need the helpe of weakest hand So feeble is mans state and life vnsound That in assurance it may neuer stand Till it disordered be from earthly band Ed. Spencer The restlesse life which men here lead May be resembled to the tender plant It springs it sprouts as babes in cradle breed Flourish in May like youthes that wisedome want In Autumne ripe and rots least store waxe scant In winter shrinkes and shrowdes from euery blast Like crooked age when lustie youth is past G. Gascoigne The wicked liuers oftentimes haue wicked ends S. I. H. Life is not lost said she for which is bought Endles renowne that more then death is to be sought Ed. Spencer Better it is for one to liue obscure Then in a publike state to liue vnsure D. Lodge No life is blest that is not grac't with loue B. Ihonson They double life that dead things griefe sustaine They kill that feele not their friends liuing paine G Chapman That life 's ill spar'd that 's spar'd to cast more bloud S. Daniell Loue. Of Loue 's perfection perfectly to speake Or of his nature rightly to define Indeed doth farre surpasse our reasons reach And needs this priest t' expresse his power diuine For long before the world he was yborne And bred aboue in Venus bosome deare For by his
a spirit and an heauenly influence Which from the fountaine of Gods spirit doth flowe Shee 's a spirit yet not like aire nor winde Nor like the spirits about the heart or braine Nor like the spirits which Alchimists definde When they in euery thing seeke gold in vaine Idem To shew her powerfull deitie Her sweete Endimion more to beautifie Into his soule the goddesse doth infuse The fierie Nature of an heauenly Muse Which the spirit labouring by the mind Partaketh of celestiall things by kind For why the soule being diuine alone Exempt from grosse and vild corruption Of heauenly secrets incomprehensible Of which the dull flesh is not sensible And by one onely powerfull facultie Yet gouerneth a multiplicitie Being essentiall vniforme in all Not to be seuered or diuiduall But in her function holdeth her estate By powers diuine in her ingenerate And so by inspiration conceiueth What heauen to her by diuination breatheth M. Drayton Like as the soule doth rule the earthlie masse And all the seruice of the body frame So loue of soule doth loue of body passe No lesse then perfect gold surmounts the meanest brasse Ed. Spencer Euerie good motion that the soule awakes A heauenly figure sees from whence it takes That sweetelesse bloome which by power of kinde Formes like it selfe an image of the mind And in our faith the operations be Of that diuinesse which by fayth wee see Which neuer erres but accidentally By our fraile fleshes in becilitie By each temptation ouer-apt to slide Except our spirit becomes our bodyes guide For as our bodyes prisons bee the towres So to our soules these bodyes be of ours Whose fleshly walles hinder that heauenly light As these stone walles depriue our wished sight Idem As Phoebus throwes His beames abroade though hee in clouds bee clos'd Still glauncing by them till she finde oppos'd A loose and rorid vapour that is fit T'euent his searching beames and vseth it To forme a twentie coloured eie Cast in a circle round about the skie So when our fierie soule our bodies starre That euer is in motion circular Conceiues a form in seeking to display it Through all our cloudy parts it doth conuey it Forth at the eye as the most pregnant place And that reflects it round about the face Idem Like as the moysture which the thirstie earth Sucks from the Sea to fill her emptie vaines From out her wombe at last doth take a birth And runnes a nymph along the grassie plaines Long doth shee stay as loth to leaue the land From whose soft side she first did issue make She tasts all places turnes to euerie hand Her flowing bankes vnwilling to forsake Yet nature so her streames doth leade and carrie As that her course doth make no finall stay Till shee her selfe vnto the Ocean marrie Within whose watrie bosome first shee lay Euen so our soule within this earthly mould The spirit doth secretly infuse Because at first shee doth the earth behold And onely this materiall world shee viewes At first our mother earth shee holdeth deere And doth imbrace the world and worldly things She flies close to the ground and houers heere And mounts not vp with her celestiall wings Yet vnder heauen shee cannot light on ought That with her heauenly nature doth agree She cannot rest she cannot fixe her thought She cannot in this world contented bee I. Dauies When the soule findes heere no true content And like Noahs Doue can no sure footing take She doth returne from whence shee first was sent And flies to him that first her wings did make Idem Heuen waxeth old and all the spheres aboue Shall one day faynt and their swift motion stay And time it selfe shall cease in time to mooue Onely the soule suruiues and liues for aye Idem When as the soule is drowned once in vice The sweete of sinne makes hell a Paradice M Drayton â—s is the fable of the Lady faire VVhich for her lust was turnde into a cow VVhen thirstie to a streame she did repaire And saw her selfe transformde she knew not how At first she startles and she stands amazd And loathes the watry glasse wherein she gazd At last for terror she from thence doth flie And shunnes it still though she for thirst doe die Euen so mans soule which did Gods image beare And was at first faire good and spotlesse pure Since with her sinnes her beauties blotted were Doth of all sights her owne sight least indure For euen at first reflecting she espies Such strange Chimeraes and such monsters there Such toyes such antickes and such vanities As she retyres and shrinks for shame and feare I. Dauis Euen as the man loues least at home to bee That hath a sluttish house haunted with spirits So she impatient her owne faults to see Turnes from her selfe and in strange things delights Idem T is a sacred cure To salue the soules dread wounds omnipotent That nature is that cures the impotent Euen in a moment sure grace is infusde By diuine fauour nor by actions vsde Which is as permanent as heauens blisse To them that haue it then no habit is I. Marston That learned Father which so firmely prooues The soule of man immortall and diuine And doth the seuerall offices define Anima Giues her that name as she the body moues Amor. Then is shee loue imbracing charitie Animus Mouing a will in vs it is the mind Mens Retaining knowledge still the same in kind Memoria As intellectuall it is the memorie Ratio In iudging Reason onely is her name Sensus In speedie apprehension it is Sence Conscientia In right or wrong men call her Conscience Spiritus The Spirit when to Godward it doth inflame These of the soule the seuerall functions bee M. Drayton Like as two bellowes blowne turne by turne By little and little make cold coles to burne And then their fire inflamde with glowing heate An iron barre which on the Anuile beate Seemes no more yron but flies almost all In hissing sparkles and quicke-bright cinders small So the worlds soule should in our soule inspire Th' eternall force of an eternall fire And then our soule as forme breathe in our corse Her countlesse numbers and heauens turned force Wherewith our bodyes beautie beautified Should like our deathlesse soule haue neuer died I. Syluester Of Sorrow In blacke all clad there fell before my face A ptiteous wight whom woe had all forewast Forth on her eyes the cristall teares out brast And sighing fore her hands shee wrung and fold Tare all her haire that ruth was to behold Her body small sore withered and fore spent As is the stalke that summers drought opprest Her welked face with wofull teares besprent Her colour pale as it seemed her best In woe and plaint reposed was her rest And as the stone that drops of water weares So dented were her cheekes with fall of teares Her eyes swollen with flowing streames afloate Wherewith her lookes throwne vp full pitiously Her