their bodies freed Exchanging earth for heaven their vertues meed Shine in that orbe their proper place of rest And live Aehereal lives of heaven possest Minerva v. Pallas Bellonâ— Wars angry Goddesse Joves fierce girle appears With a faire hand but weilding of a spear Joves daughter wiâ—h th' Aeâ—is on her breast That turn'd the Gorgons haire to snakes And then to make her enemies afraid Bore in her shield the serpents which she made Tritonian maid Inventresse of the olive and a verseâ— Bâ—stonian Virago Minotaure The Cretan monster That uncouth prodigie half man half beast The mothers foul adultery discry'd Mâ—nos resolves his marriage shame to hide In multitudes of roomes perplext and blind The worke â—'â—xcelling Daedalus assign'd Which sence distracts and errour leads a maze Through subtle ambages of sundry wayes â—s Phâ—ygian Meander sports about The flowry vales now winding in now out â—self incounters sees what follows guids His streams into his Springs and doubling slides To long mock'd-Seas Pasiphâ—'s beastly Love â—age devouror of th' Athenian youth Whose death was the Seas glory Minutes Times youngest children which divide the day And with their number measure out the year In various seasons Aâ—omes of time Toose bits of time Thrumbs shreds rags of time Miracle v. Admirable Miserable v. Lamentable That tread The mazes of perplexed misery A living Corse Level'd with low disgrac'd calamity A multitude of walking grioâ—s too sad a weight For reason to endure There is not in the compasse of the light A more unhappy creature Affliction is enamour'd on her parts And she is wedded to Calamity The May-game of the fates As if thought by fortune fit onely to be made the Spectacle of miserie Whose heart is nothing but a stage of Tragedies Time seemed to forget her bestowing no one hour of comfort upon her Without any comfort or easement but when the stars breath'd for a greater misery Ripe misery had her harvest in him The triumph of the hatefull destinies Miserable below the reach of pity In a state sâ—nk beneath the fear of a greater misery Thâ— fittest object for that poor comfort of calamity pity Never could any misery more justifie a vehement compassion Enough to have taught sorrow to the gladdest thoughts and have enâ—â—ved it in the minds of hardest mettals Misery enough to justifie excessive sorrow One whom the Fates have markt to be A feeler of th' extreams of miserie A soul bruis'd with adversity Groaning under the sad load of woes Where life hath no more interest but to breath Such misery As might have sprinckled even the gods with tears And make the Stoick leave his Principles Such misery as one would make a conscience to punish patriâ—â—cides with Who cannot look Beyond the prospect of consuming grief Shipwrackt on the sea of his own tears by the wind of his own sighs There is nothing can sooner make a worker of miracles see that there is something impossible for him to do than my ill fortune Whose torments should men see He had no mercy that could wish for me A dayes breath more All the happinesse he hath is the security his bad fortune hath wrought him which lightly cannot be made worse He need not fear that any bad successe Can bring him to more pitied distresse Whose thread is spun Of black and dismall wooll Even beasts had thâ—y but reason for to see And know her grief would mourn her misery Than whom there 's nothing can inferiour be As if high heaven had laid some strict command Upon each star some plague on her to pour whole heaven against us have conspired Or in our troubles they had else been tired The powers have made a vow Up to that height my sorrows to advance That before mine all miseries shall bow That all the sorrows mortals can surmise Shall fall far short of my least miseries Earth which griefs onely animate Misery is witty in our plagues whose misery is grown to such an height As make the earth groan to support its weight Cloath'd in misery The abstract of all misery Whose storms of woe so mainly have beset her She hath no place for worse nor hope for better That tread â— Labyrinth of woe without a thread Whose grief like to Medusa's head makes all That hear it to a flinty substance fall â—â—d work such patience as none repine â—â— any grief except as great as thine Whose misery none can make known â—â— in the depth of his must lose his own Whose comfort is if for him any be That none can show more cause of grief than he Most wretched creature evâ—r eye Beheld or yet put on mortality Clouded with woes fortunes foot-ball tennis ball A pitied subjâ—ct even to enemies Malice could not wish greater misery A Text fittest for grief to comment on Modest Whose Cheeks blush As if modesty it self lay there wiâ—hin a bed of corall Bright beams of beauty streamed from her eye And in her cheek sat maiden modesty A far finer man than he thinks on that confutes his commenders giving reasons to think they are mistaken and is angry if they do not believe him a bawdy jest shall more shame him than a bastard another and if you take him by his look he is guilty Modesty that cumbersome familiar of woman-kind Her motion blusht at it self When dishonesty comes near her ear wonder stops it out and saves vertue the labour Monk v. Anchorite Moon Nights horned Queen The silver-fronted star The Suns pale sister The cold crescent Nights gloomy patronesse The Mistris of the Skies Cynthia darts her borrowed rayes Phoebus dark sister The cold Queen of night Regent of humours The mother of the moneths The lowest Planet Bright Cynthâ—a's Carre Throne The pale fac'd Emperesse of the night That common Calendar Universall Almanack The Queen of stars Titans bright daughter That sits upon the silver Throne And holds the reins of darknesse gloomy Coach Nights gloomy Charioter The Soveraign bâ—â—uty of the night Faint light through duskie clouds sad â—ynthia gave Night wandering and pale watâ—y star Whom yawning Dragons draw in thirling Carres From Latmus Mount up to the gloomie skie Where crown'd with blazing light and Majesty She proudly sits Nights forked Queen Endymions fair mistris The monthly horned Queen The unconstant Lady of the night Which from the wave embatteled shrowds Opening the West comes streaming through the clouds With shining Troops of silver tressed stars Attending on her as her torch bearers And all the lesser lights about her Throne With admiration stand as lookers on Whilst she alone in height of all her pride The Queen of light along her sphear doth glide The pale fac'd Lady of the black-ey'd Night That tips her sharpned horns with borrow'd light The fair directresse of the night the silver Planet The curious train of spangled Nymphs attire Her next nights glory with encreasing fire Each Evening addes more glory and adorns The growing beauty of her grasping horn She sucks and draws her bâ—others golden
Aurora's liquid pearl Gemmes which adorne The beauteous tresses of the weeping morne The tears that swell the roses blushing checks As if the earth to welcome in the morn VVould hang a jewel on each ear of corne That in a gentle shower Drops pearls into the bosome of a flower The pearly drops which youthful May Scatters before the rising day Diana's silver sweat The pearly purled showres Hangs on the rose bud tops and knowing it Must be anon exhaled for sorrow shrinkes It selfe into a tear That from Aurora's eyes In Chrystal tears is wept when she must leave The bed whereon her lov'd Tithonus lies The aire close mourner for the setting sun Bedewes her cheeks with tears when he is gone To th' other world The cold sweat of the morne Diana v. Phaebe The chast-born arrow-loving Queen The chast-born seed of Jove The beamy Queen The virgin huntresse The maiden archer The grovy Queene Bow-bearing goddesse The goddesse of Gargaphia Titania Cynthia Trivia The three shaped goddesse Phebus bright sister Latona's shining daughter Dido Unhappy Carthaginian Queen Infortunate Eliza. Phaenician Phrygian Tyrian Sidonian Queen Aeneas lucklesse hostess Good Sichaeus widow To Die v. Death Souls departed To cast off the robe of clay To drop into the grave To pass the fatal ferry Death unjoynts the soul and body Whose latest breath Hath freely paid their full arrears to death Become a tenant to the grave Matriculated among the dead Enrolled in the Register of death To quit scores with nature Rak't up in deaths cold embers The stiffening cold benums her senceless limbs The winter of cold death Congeales her path of life and stops her breath To make A swift descent into the Stygian lake Hâ—s eyes do swim in night To pay their debt to the exacting fates To go on natures embasse Like poor farmers pay Quit-rent to nature on the very day When we bequeath Our bodies as a Legacy to death When death shall lulle us in eternal rest The meeting eyelids conclude a lasting league To house with darkness and with death When we must Resolve into neglected dust When we must Resolve to our originary dust When we must Commit an incest with our mothers dust Their rolling eyes together set in debt Together they expire their parting breath Their heavy eyes with dying motion â—urning They close and sigh out death To dislodge the soul To passe the flamy pile To accomplish their fate To pay his period to fate Smâ—ke to the house of death Whose soul hath fled th' abodes of men To pay tribute to the fates To Pluto's mansion dive To hide his wretched head In Ploto's house and live amongst the dead To kisse the cup of death To nature he obedience gave And kneeld to do her homage in the grave His eyes possesse eternal night The Parcae with impartial knife Have left his body tenantless of life â—ossest with lasting sleepe The pale ghost fleets into aire â—reading the pathes that lead â—o the dark region of the dead â—olded up in death To force Between two long-joyn'd lovers sad divorce When life doth ebbe away â—ost in cold night of death To fall To a loathed nothing in the â—uneraâ— To become A Potentate within the starry court Free from th' Eclypse of earth Fee from the darksome prison of their clay To break the prison of our clay To sayle ore the vast main of death To shift our flâ—sh to crosse the Sâ—igian lake Tâ—at have performed the taske of life Put out the tapour of our dayes A soul uncas'd unorgand by the hand of death To sleepe in peaceful ashes Death unclasps the fleshy cage To have his exit from the common scene Death breaks the shell of sin And there is hatcht a Cherubin The Gordian knotted band Of lifes untied To pay the shot at natures table To return to their mothers dusty lap The body is confined to dust Take a poor lodging in a bed of dust VVrapt in the cold embraces of the grave To pay to nature her last duties To walk the way of nature To submit to the law of nature â—n the falling eye-lids death appears VVhen we that precipice shall tread Vhence none return that leads unto the dead The tombe Yawns to devoure him Darknesse veiles the setting light VVe to the graves infernal prison must Descend and rot in silent shrouds of dust Death's all-curing hand doth close the eyes Lost in the ashes of their funeral Dying Beauty Fair eyes enâ—ombed in their sweet circles Death dallying seeks To entertain it self in loves sweet place Decayed roses of discoloured cheeks Do yet retain fair notes of former grace And ugly death sits fair within her face Sweet remnants â—esting of vermilion red That death it self doubts whether she be dead So lookt once poyson'd Rosamund The lâ—llies and the roses that while ere Strove in her cheeks till they compounded were â—ave broke their truce and fiercely fall'n to blowes And now the lilly hath overcome the rose Different Twixt whom is so great odâ— Almost as twixt the furies and the Gods Who these would make to meet he may as well A reconcilement work twixt heaven and hell Most inconsistent beings Difficult VVhich may employ the strength of all their car And taske their best endeavours Uneasie taske enough to rack the brain To bring about and make all study vain All Hercules twelve labours put in one VVould not hold weight with this alone Discourse Discourse thus entertaind the day And in discourse consum'd the shortned night VVith such discourse they entertaind the feast That tane away dispose themselves for rest They rise with day Disease That tedious guest Hâ—rbenger of death Blood-sucker Deaths arrowes Deaths pale unwelcome mâ—ssenger Vertues shop Vertues sharp schoolmaster Unwelcome guest Sad companion Unwelcome visitor The Aâ—mighties rod. The bodies jâ—rring and untuned Musick That consumes the reins And drinks the blood out of the swelled veines Doubt Doubtful Even as a ship upon the raging sea Be ween two winds crosse tossed every way Uncertain knowes not in what course to set her O my divided soul how do I tremble Like to the doubtful needle twixt two loadstones One thought another doth controle So great a discord wracks the wavering soul Such thoughts had Biblis when she wooed her brother Such Meleagers mother when she held The faâ—al brand With a battel in the fighting thoughts As when a mighty Oake now almost fell'd his fall On each side thâ—eatens and waves to and â—roâ— The ague palsie of the soul The tumult of distracted minds Plunged in doubtful passions The tempest of the thoughts A strange confusion in the troubled soul Whose flying thoughâ—s are at no certain â—â—and The jarring passion of the struggling soul Quandaring passion The souls Labyrinth Tâ—de of the mind Earthquake of the brest The megrim of the soul Euripus of the mind Tost like a ship twixt two encountring tides Dove The feathered steeds that Venus chariot draw The harmless nuntios of peace which have all
molded for its place Had the sun When he pursued the swiftly flying maid Courted her in such language she had staid Persuasive magick of the charming tongue The Bâ—e within his sacred mouth seeks roome To arch the chambers of her honey combe Mercury could not have wooed Venus with more magificent eloquence When he speaks Mute admiration lurketst in mens ears To steale his sweet and honeyed sâ—ntences Such charming eloquence As in the ear doth lock up every sence Of the rapt hearer Able to reconcile antipathies Language melting in the eare Whose words leave in all such impression as is wont to be the first elementing and foundation of love If Eloquence her self would speak she could not make use of more winning termes than those he useth Suadâ— sits thron'd upon his tongue Revived Tully Nâ—stor returned to see Another age to adde unto his three The fear lest he should make an end Lessens the pleasure that his speech doth lend To the admiring eate His tongue the ear with musick feeds VVhen he did speak th'allotâ—ed hour would stay His hasty minutes and beguile the day And yet the greedy hearers chid the hast Of the false hour that ran away so fast Elysium v. Pleasant place The blessed fields where gentle lovers walk In endlesse joyes The blessed groves The happy mansions of the dead The blest abodes Those pleasant places Those pleasant fields and groves of all the graces The joyful bliss of ghosts repurified VVhere every object charmes the wandering eye And bids the soul gaze there eternally VVhere all those objects are that lend delight To the admiring fancy VVhere growes the golden tree At the same season nature there doth bring The autumnes wealth with pleasures of the spring VVhere in green meadowes sits eternal May Purfling the margents whilst perpetual day So double guilds the aire as that no night Can ever rust th'enamel of the light Elysian lay VVhere every season is â—he month of May. VVhere restored formes nere fade VVhere growth can need no seed nor light a shade The joyes which in our flesh through fraile expence Of strength through age were lost t' our injur'd senc VVe there do meet again and those we tast A new though we devour do ever last Embrace Swathe swadle environ wrap grasp clip girt girdle hug clasp Sweet endearments Closer than cockles and in lustful twines Ouâ—bid the â—viâ— or the winding vines So near and folded in so close a knot As if they could concorporate and grow one So clasping ivie round the oake doth grow So Salmacis embrac'd th'Hermaphrodite As in the fount he bathed The Polipus doth so deteine his foe With strict embracements glu'd Tâ—'d fast in Natures chains Her yeilding neck with loving twines embrac'â— With amorous twine About the husband oak the vine Thus wreathes to kisse his leavie face Their streams thus rivers joyne And loose themselves in their embrace Tâ—us turtles bill and groane Their loves into each others ear Two flames thus burn in one VVhen their curld heads to heaven they rear The flattering and uxorious ivie so Enclasps her aged husband Embracing with as much delight As Salmacis her dear Hermaphrodite So the uxorious vine Doth with the straight and well limb'd elme entwine And in such embraces twine As if we read unto the vine Tâ—e ivie and the columbine VVeaving into more subtile twines Than woodbine ivie or the vines His armes infold her in more subtile knots Than amorous ivie when it hugs the oake VVee le cling together like two wanton vines Circling our souls and loves in one another VVith such embrâ—cements as it seem'd their souls Desit'd to meer and their hearts to kisse The female ivie so Emings the barkie fingers of the elme And locks her so in his embraces As if he meant to pinne her to his heart Hangs on him As if encrease of appetite did grow From what it grew on Cleaving lâ—ke burres Like streams which flow Encurl'd together and no difference shew VVhilst in their liquid silver on they â—un And twine themselves like wool together spâ—n Embrion v. Abortive Unfashioned lump The Chaos of the lesser world Rude and yet shapelesse burthen of the wombe Natures first draught Endymion The moons pale favourite Mount Laâ—mus sleepy shepheard England Neptunes parke The British â—â—e Albion That Isle which Neptune did divide And set apart from all the world beside Purgatory of servants Hell of horses Paradise of women The ringing Island Stor'd with mountains bridges wooll With Churches rivers women beautiful Little world so self-sufficient that she seems to thrust away from her all the world besides as being a substanrive that can stand by it selfe Europes epiâ—ome Europes microcosme Queen of Isles Neptunes minion The Churches first daughter That had the first Christian King and out of whose bowels sprung the first ' Christian Emperour To Envie Envious Bearing devouring Aeâ—na in his brest His own torment Fuâ—y Eâ—ynnis Like to Aglaucos turnd to speckled stone Bâ—rning like Aetna with embowelled fire Like Basilisks that dart an eye Impoyson'd with the dreggs of cruel hate That draw an envious breath What more could poison if it had a tongue t' expresse Whose tongue 's a spunge of venome That feels a busie swarming nest Of never dying dragons in their brest The viper of the venemous soul To look with narrow eyes Malice lies lieger in his brest Whose eyes cannot look right on any happy man nor ears bear the burthen of his praise contrary to other plagues he is plagued with anothers well being making happinesse the ground of his unhappinesse and good newes the argument of his sorrow whose favour none can win but at the dear race of being miserable Such an one as his enemy needs wish him no worse than to wish his own happiness seen by him That when he sees anothers happiness And views himself wishes the organs of his â—ight were crackt And that the engines of his grief would cast His eye-balls like two gâ—obes of wild fire forth To melt the unproportioned frame of nature That could eat his entrals And sink his soul â—nto the earth with sorrow Of a lâ—an body and visage as if his eager soul biting for anger at the â—ogge of his body desired to fret a pâ—ssâ—ge through it Envie The barking Sâ—ylla Envy tears The snakie fleece which on her hed she wears That black inhabitant of hell Self eating elâ—e Through others leannesse fatting up her selfe Swolâ—'n like a â—oad betwixt her bleeding jawes Heâ— hissing serpents wrigling tailes she chawes Sicilian tyrants yet could never find A greater torment The fury lapping vipers blood And feeding on their flesh her poysonous food Her body more than meager pale her hew Her â—eeth all rusty eyes that look askew Her brest wiâ—st gall her tongue with poyson swell'd She only laught when she sad sighâ—s beheld Heâ— ever waking cares exile soft sleep She cannot look on good success but weepe Repining pines and wounding others bleeds She on her selfe revengeth
kindled exhalations in the aire At midnight glowing his stiffe bolting haire Not much unlike the pens of porcupines Parboild in sweat and making fearful signes With a look so pitious in pourport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrours The bolting haire Staring upright on their affrighted heads Heave up their hats Horrour and heart-amazing fear possest The fainting powers of my troubled brest Fear is the carefullest and greatest housewife of our passions keeping all the rest in Centinel Fear the Jaylour of the soul A flesh quake doth possesse their powers My knees each other stâ—uck the frighted blood Fled to my heart my ears like bristles stood Feast The table groans as though this feast Would as the flood destroy all fowle and beast The boards are princely serv'd and Bacchus flowes In burnisht gold With feasts they crown this day And wanted nought to crown the appetite With rich content Where all the guests impaild with dishes sit Studied dishes Where lusty diet and the frolick cup Doth rouse and raise the quickned spirits up And brave triumphing Bacchus doth display His conquering colours in their cheekes The wanton cook prepares his poynant meat To teach the satiate palate how to eate Where every dish invites the likorish sight A table whose spread sides admit A large accesse of friends to fill the seats of this capacious circle fill'd with meats Of choicest rellish till his oaken back Under the load of pil'd up dishes crack Giving the eyes a pleasant tast before They come unto the mouth When with choice viands they delight And satisfie the wanton a petite Feaver The pulses spur Within the deserts of Arabia nor in the entrails of the sea was there ever so furious a monster found and if Tyrants whose memory is hateful to us had been stored with such instruments for effecting their cruelties surely the martyrs had endured a feaver for religion and not that outward fire nor bitings of wild beasts At every sting it caâ—ries a poor sick person to the borders of the other world and causeth him sensibly to touch the extremities of life To support it long a greater remedy than paâ—ience is no lesse than requilite and other forces than those of man Enough to make a man pity him four hundred leagues off yet he is so valiant he would not fly though pursued by an army and so stately he would not rise from his bed to salute a King If God had conferred a kingdome upon him with condition never to sleep more than he doth he would prove the most vigilant prince living not would need either guards or sentinels about his person Feet The pedestals Bases of the frame of man Like Thetis The tramplers Feet that print the farewel of all beauty Cupids pursuivants That set an heaven on earth The precious rootes of understanding trees With whose pace doth move A band of beauties Fierce v. Cruel Violent Fierce as the Midian tyger Fidler A man and a fiddle out of case That rubs a living out of two sticks So many strings above a beggar His life is so many fits of mirth A country wedding and a whitsonâ—â—le are the â—wo main places he domineers in where he goes for a musitian and overlooks the bag-pipes Fight v. War Sea-fight Ships against ships beaks meeting beaks resound And run a stern the aire is darkned round Wiâ—h flying darts which falling th' Ocean hide Then â—urning their fore-castle far more wide They make their horns engirt the adverse fleet As when strong winds with tides repugnant meet One way the sea the waves another go The ships upon the furrowed Ocean so Make different tracts and waves upon the Main That oares rais'd up the sea beats down again They grapling fall into the crimson lake Nor-there alas their emnity forsake But weakly try the combate out where he That conquers can no long survivor be At whose ingrapling natures mantle took A purple colour Their armed naval forces made Blew Neptunes face the first discolour'd stage Of war a scene of their incensed rage Men would have thought some forrest moov'd from far When winters rage the pines proud tops doth bar Or that the fam'd Aegean Cyclades Torn from their roots had floated on the seas Blood fill'd the wrinkles of the sea 's visage which the water would not wash away that it might witnesse it was not alwaies his fault when we condemn his cruelty Fingers Fingers might Bacchus grace Five nimble brethren small Arm'd with pearl-shell helmets all Cupids shafts Fire Domestick sun Weightlesse fire Whose flames unto the highest arch aspire To vomit flâ—kes of fire Wrapt in the embracements of th' unwilling fire So Mâ—leager fâ—ied when to the flames His mother cast the fatal brand Flamy Pyramids Sleeping in his ashie bed The soule of Chymick art Pâ—omethean theft The sun of night and dark dayes Darting its scatâ—eâ—ed shines in crispy spires The fiery tent The fiery vault The hot bright flamer The elemental flame Fountain of life Source of motion That mercilesse impartial element The waters flaming enemy Firme Firme as those celestial poles Twixt which the stars in all their course do move Firme as the center As the golden taper of the sun Which hourely sailes the circuit of the skie Firme as the northern star As that bright line the measure of the years Which makes a league betwixt the poles And joynes the Hemisphears Fishes The Oceans frie. Sea citizens The scaly finny crue Watry citizens wâ—try leagions scaly legions The inhabitants of the briny regions The natural boats The living ships Neptunes busie burgers Spawning legions armies Watry burgeâ—les Free people of the sea The scaly train The finny coursers The denisons of floods Nâ—ptunes finny subjects 〈◊〉 that row themselves with finny oares The anglâ— râ—â—nibling prey The watry constellations The sâ—as stars planets The innumerable legions Of greedy mouâ—hes that haunt the briny regions The scaly nation arm'd in silver male That cut with golden oares the silver stream Proteus finny flock Neptunes watry heard Proteus scaly infantry Fit As a pan-cake for shrove tuesday a morâ—is for May-day a candle for the candlestick a nayle for the hole a Nuns lips for a Fâ—â—ars mouth Mâ—de for no other use Designed by nature for no other end Which on good advantage stands For c. Flattery Flatterer Language stow'd with flowers Court-mothes Erewiggs A shadow of a foole Flies of estate and sun-shine Gilt fiâ—'d soothing tongue Born in the country of good words Court-erewigs wrigling in the ears of greatnesse Oâ—ly eloquence Catching oratory Words steep'd in oyle Charitable lyars smooth-fac'd silken soft velvet words That dresse their speech in plush Those worst of ravens that devoure The quick when others â—rey but on the dead The tame wild beast The servile tyrant Glutinous bodies that can stick Like snailes on painted walls That poure their oyle into the ears Make their revennues out of legges and faces That spin their raiment Out of observance
boy The button on fortunes cap. I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fates Happy enough to pity Caesar As if both heaven and earth should undertake To extract the best from all mankind to make One perfect happy man He takes it for an injury If fortune chance to come behind his wish Nor doth wide heaven that secret blessing know To give that she on him doth not bestow Blind fortune is his slave and all her store The lesse he seeks her followes him the more Born under joyful destinies and smiling stars Like to the stately swan Rididing on streams of Blisse more rich array'd With earths delight than thoughts could put in ure To glut the senses of an Epicure Tired with the surfet of delight More fortunate than he To whom both Indies tributary be To move as a star in the orb of happinesse Moving in a Labyrinnth of delight Which have More happinesse than modesty could crave Fortunes great pledge to whom Faâ—e ever ow'd so much Environ'd with delights Commanding Fortune The favourite of heaven In favour with the stars Fortunes darling Minion Swimming bathing in felicity One that knows not so much as the name of misery To whose nativity the Fates doow A swelling glory For whom A glorious thread they spin such as their Loom Is proud to see An happinesse worthy the envy of the gods Happinesse courts him in her best array To whom all blessednesse in nature is a servant Child of indulgent fortune As if Fortune had got eyes onely to cherish him As happy as Metellus As Polycrates Thy tents shall flourish in the joyes of peace The wealth and honour of thy house encrease Thy children and their offspring shall abound Like blades of grass that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of dayes like weighty shocks of corn In season reap'd shall to thy grave be born The fight of him doth strike the envious blind As the mounted Sun Breaks through the clouds and throws his golden rays A out the world so his increasing dayes Succeed in glory Fountain v. Springs Foul. v. Deformed Free Free as the air Free as the mountain wind My soul enjoyes an unrestrained freedome With all th' indulgence of fair liberty My thoughts disclaim all right and interest Any can challenge in me Unshâ—ckled souls Unengaged thoughts Friends A pair of friends or rather one call'd two Our but divided selves Diapason of vows and wishes A mind in two divided but not partâ—d A double body and yet single hearted Pylades soul and mad Orestes was In these if we believe Pythagoras That partake of one anothers good and evill with so lively a reflexion that there needs but one blow to make two wounds Oâ—r second selves Our other selves Achilles Patroclus Hercules Hylas Joâ—athan David Titus Gesippus Theseuâ— Perithous Pilades Oâ—estes Damon Pithias Nisus Eurialâ—s Wrapt and woven into all trusts and counsels Nor the silvet doves that flie Yoak'd in Cytherea's Car Nor the wings that lift so high And convoy her sun so far And so lovely sweet and fair Or do more innoble love And so choicely match'd a pair Or with more consent do move Frost Keen frosts have chained up the deep The streams are bound with ribs of ice The floods in icie fetters bound Crusted earth Every honey-headed twig Wears his snowie Periwig And every bough his snowy beard Waters have bound themselves and cannot run Suffering what Xerxes fetters would have done The fish are froze as they swim in the wave The wine is frozen in the cup. The Countrey swain O'r the stiffe waves doth drive his loaded Wain The frozen wine hoth keep the vesselâ— shape A shell of ice doth glaze the Rivers o'r And had Leander such a shore descry'd Then in that narrow sea he had not dy'd The Frost doth cast an icie cream Upon the lakes and Chrystall stream Shew me those flames you brag on you that be Arm'd with those fires wine and Poetrie You are now benumm'd spight of your god and verse And do your Metaphors for prayers rehearse Whilst you that call snow fleece and feâ—thers do Wish for true fleeces and true feathers too Our rivers are one Chrystall shores are fit Mirrours not being now like glasse but it Our ships stand all as planted we may sweaâ— They are not onely born up but grow there While waters they are pavements firm as stone And without faith are each day walk'd upon What parables cal'd folly heretofore Was now discreet to build upon the shore There 's not one dines amongst us with washt hands Water is scarce here as in Africk sands And we expect it not but from some god Opening a fountain by some Prophets rod Who needs not seek out where he should unlock A streâ—m what e'r he struck would be true rock When as heaven drops some smaller drops our sense Of grief 's encreas'd being but deluded thence For whilst we think those drops to entertain They fall down pearls which came down half way rain Green Lands removall now the poor man fears Seeing all water frozen but his tears We suffer day continuall and the snow Doth make a little night become noon now We hear of some inchrystall'd such as have That which procuâ—'d their death become their grave Bodies that destitute of soul yet stood dead and fell not drown'd yet without a Flood Nay we who breath still are almost as they And onely may be call'd a softer clay We stand like Statues as if cast and fit For life not having bâ—t expâ—cting it Each man 's become the Stoicks wise man hence For can you look for passion where's no sense Which we have nor resolv'd to our first stone Unlesse it be one sense to feel w' have none Our very Smiths now work not â—y what 's more Our Dutch men write but five hours and give o'â— We dare provoke faith now we know what 't is To feel cold death onely by suffering this All fires are Vestal now and we as they Do in our Chimnies keep a lasting day Boasting within doores our domestick Sun Adoring it with our Religion We laugh at Fire-briefs now although they be Commended to us by his Majesty And 't is not treason for we cannot guesse That we should pay them for their happinesse Each hand would be a Scevola's let Rome Call that a pleasure hence forth not a doom A Feaver is become a wish we siâ— And think faln angels have a benefit Nor can the thoughts be impious when we see Weather that Booker durst not prophesie Weather may give new Epocha'â— and make Another Since in his bold Almanack Weather may save his doom and by hy his foe Be thought enough for him to undergoe We now think Alabaster true and look A sudden trump should antedate his book For whilst we suffer this we ought not fear The world cannot survive to a fourth year For sure we may conclude weak nature old And
tincture staind The brides fair cheeks the more that she restraind Her blush the more her disobedient blood Did over-flow as if a second flood Had meant to rise and for a little space To drown that world of beauty in her face The ruby flames do flush Into their faces with a modest blush Cheeks with kindly clarret spread Aurora like new out of bed Oâ— like the fresh Queen-apples side Blâ—shing at sight of Phoebus pride Her cheeks in red letters writ more Then her tongue could speak The modest evidence of inward vertue A blush modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phaebus A scarlet blush her guilty cheeks arraid Such as a Rose mixt with a Lilly breeds Or when the Moon travels with charmed steeds Or such wherewith lest years should turn the die Arachne stains Assyrian Ivoâ—y Body The lay part of the man cloud shroud robe of flesh â—obe of clay walls of better clay fleshie cloud fleshâ—e shroud fair prison of the soul house of mooving clay The fair shrine of a fairer saint The fleshy vaile case The souls sheath The fleshie lanthorne of a light divine The souls clothes garments apparrel The souls moving inne house closet cloyster chamber study Living charnel house Sack of bones gown of clay The souls casket temple shrine boxe case pallace shell chest cosfin dark-lantâ—orne The living tombe The souls dark prison A province packt up in two yards of skin Frail mansion of distempered clay Boxe of flesh clay Frail mansion of mortalâ—ty The clayie tenement The soules ivory case Stirring earth The clay lodging of the soul The souls huske The souls uneasie clothing The clothes of flesh and blood Better compacted dust The fleshie tabernacle The narrow mansion of the soul Walls whose laths are plaistered ore with flesh and blood Better moâ—tar Natures first robe of home spun cloth Bold v. Impudent Bold as that earth-born race That bid Jove battel and besieg'd the gods Such boldnesse as those Gyants once possâ—st VVhen with the thunderer they did contest As Phaeton th'audacious charioter A brow where never came The least impresse of modesty or shame Undaunted minds that know not how to fear Books Impartial tutors dumb schollers silent schoole masters mute instructers treasurers of knowledge A part of mans prerogative In formal inke they thoughts and voices hold That we to them our solitude may give And make time present travel that of old Our life â—ame pieceth larger at the end And books it farther backward doth extend Boreas v. Wind. â—rithia's love Orithya's â—lustering husband â—ongealing snow beating the earth with hail â—e thundering skies with his encounters rock â—hich through the crannies of the earth doth flâ—e â—nd makes the ghosts there tremble Whose airy motion strikes â—he earth with blasts and makes the Ocean roar â—rayling his dusky mantle on the floor â—he earths besome the earths windy barber Born â—y life I owe to man earth c. When his paind mother freed his root of man â—oon as the womb entrusts him on the earth When the womb unlades her shipping The womb delivered of her fraight Where I first breathed Air and saw the light Where first I did salute the woâ—ld To Bow To congie cringe curtsie Bracelets Câ—pids swaâ—hing-bands which seen â—enus then scornd her Cestos and did swear This best became the Queen of Love to wear The superstitious Saint would court her shrine With prayers devouter and far more divine And would embolden them to challenge bliss Were but her numbering beads once strung on this Which by a private charm doth tie As well the heart as strike the wondering eye Braggadochio v. Coward Of war that nere knew more Than the fine scabbard and scarfe he wore He talks of counter-scarfs and â—asomates Of parapets courtneyes and pallisadoes Of flanks of ravelings Gabions he pratks And of false baits of sallies and scaladoes One that can take towns at table and make forraign designs between his bed curtains whose tongue is his best weapon That talks of nothing but stoccadoes and circumvallations and studies hard words in other countries to fright poor folks with them at home That hath got a dozen of dangerous words How he might hurt his enemy if he durst That brag to Stars And tell to bushes what they do in wars Brain The source of sence and motion the sinews seed-plot The seminary of the nerves the souls register The souls day-book bed-chamber closet The Well of sence from whence Those sinewy strings that do our bodies tie Are ravelâ—'d ouâ— and fast there by one end Fountain of nerves reasons cool seat The privy councel to the heart The understandings rhrone Breasts Those swelling mounts of softer Ivory The I le of Cyprus twixt two snowy hills The snowy mountains Which when loves warm sun doth thaw Doth resolve in Nectar fountain Twixt which mountains lies a valley Like Joves heavenly milking alley Loves tents pavillion Paphos Two little sphears Wherein such azure lines in view appear Which were they obvious unto every eye All liberal Arts would turn Astronomy That solid snow warmer Alps Cupids nest cradle The valleys of desire two milky â—ountains That spring beneath two snowy mountains The liquid Ivory balls two equal swelling sisters Loves Elysium Tempe Transplanted Paradise Hillocks between which thousand Cupids lie Where Cytherea's doves might billing sit While men and gods with envie look on iâ— Breasts softer far than tuâ—ts of unwrought silk Soft breasts where grow Warm violets upon a bank of snow Twins of miracle snowy breasts Whiter than new fallen flakes the spicy nests And pillows from loves drowsie temples rest Loves delicious paradise The Phaenix nest The snowy Hybla's the ivory hills â—oves Hespeâ—ides soft ivory warm snow â—ottels of melted Manna Venus Alpes â—he box where sweets compacted lie â—he hives of sweetness yielding marble â—he curious apples of her snowy brests â—herein a Paradise of pleasure rests Whire silken pillowes where â—ove sits in soft delights â—hat fleshy Acidalia Cyprus Paphos â—he chest of softer Ivory â—here Violet veins in curious branches flow â—here Venus swans and milky doves are set â—pon the swelling mounts of driven snow â—here love whilest he to sport himself doth get â—ath lost his course nor finds which way to go â—nclosed in a Labyrinth Where sweet delicious love â—ayes down the quiver that he once did bear â—ince he that blessed Paradise did prove He leaves his mothers lap to sport him there White Satten cabinets of love Where Venus swans have built their nest The panting balls of snnw Venus springs Venus Albion The happy valley vale of Lillies bower of bliss There where the beauteous region doth divide â—nto two milky wayes Loves swelling Apennine The spicy grove of Eglantine Those sweetly rising hills those mountains Hilâ—'d with snow where milky fountains Sugard sweets as syrrup berries Must one day run through pipes of cherries Those downy mounts of never melting snow The Liâ—ly mountains where dwells eternal spring Breasts more white Then their
edicts of fate As certain as the stroke of death v. Destiny Or the last judgment day Changeable Begot by Proteus on a Cameleon Bâ—got in the change of the moon Engendered by the wind and weather-cock A Protâ—us that can take What shape he please and in an instant make Hâ—msâ—lf to any thing be that or this By voluntary Metomorphosis As Vertumnus Waxing and waining an hundred times in a minute As the mother of Talegonus Such Metra daughter to the hungry king More unconstant than the giddy wave As pliant wax still new impressions takes Whose resolutions aire So loose and easie that a ruffling wind Can blow away More than Proteus or the subtile race Of Polypus who roving to rob more Transforme them hourely to the wavie shore whose minds In various change strive to outvie the winds That tread on globes and circles The apes of fortune that desire to be Resolved on as â—ickle wheels as she The planets at their birth which rulers were Were all irregular Whose mids change oftner than the Greek could dream That made the Meâ—empsychos'd soul his theam The tide of minds I wonder his soul finds not some way to kill his body to which it hath been so long united Begot when the moon was in conjuction and all the other pâ—anets drunk at a morris dance A skittâ—sh mind as if their souls were made of changeable taffaty Their mind is alwayes like the moon in her last quarter ever upon the change That may contend for varying shapes With the blew Proteus or the horned flood Chaos v. Confused That undigested lump and barren load Where jarring seeds of things ill-joyn'd aboad v. Ovid. 1. Meâ—am The confused jumble medley The worlds Embâ—yon The creatures noursery The mingled lump of things Natures gallimauphrey Enough for to confound Unnumbeâ—ed woâ—lds Heaven was with earth confus'd And stars with rocks together crush'd and bruis'd Charmes v. Ovid. 7. Metam Medea Ovid. Epist Hipsipile to Jason In words dark and perplexed nine times thrice Inchantments mutters with her magick voice Circe waves her magick wand Thrice turns she to the east twice to the west Thrice touchâ— him with her wand three charmes exprest From Erebus and Chaos conjures night With all her gods and Hecate intreates Homer Odyss 10. Virgil. Aen. 4. Dido Lucan lib. 6. With tedious mumblings The moon perplex't with tedious charmes below Till shee on under hearbs herâ—jâ—lly throwes Charon Hells grim botes-swain hells scowling ferryman The burning streams old ferriman That wafts pale ghosts over the stygian lake Hells ugly untrim'd waterman The stygian sculler That plies the passage ore the filthy flood With crabbed countenance hoare haires which stood Ruggedly overgrown ore all his chin His goglingâ— eyes star'd as they flames had bin Virg. Aen. 6. In ragged robes and tattered old attire With a strong pole thrust in the pudly mire He drives his boat assisted with one sayle And ore the black streams meager ghosts he hales Charâ—bdis Whiâ—ling Charibd is with her sucking waves Suppes up the seas and gives the ships their graves With yawning swallow Sups up huge waves which broken in do follow And thrice again disgorgeth them on high Dashing its wavie vomit to the skie Chast As the sweet dew that loads the heads Of drooping flowers All her kâ—sses do speak her virgin The blushes of her cheekes speak innocence Warmed with a bashful heaâ— Call snow unchast and say the ice is wanton if she be so Chast as the maiden blossomes of a rose Sweet as the spring it buds in The Phoenix self although but one may sooner be no virgin Chast as the Nuns first vow as the cold hermits cell Chast as the bashful morn Chast as the vowes of Nuns or Anchorites prayer Whose beauty is the shrine of chastity Immuâ—'d in snow whose greatest heaâ— is like to that faint light The glow-worme shoores at the cold brest of night Cloystered in ice That in her lilly bosome weares The spotlesse flower of whiâ—e chastity Whose coole thoughts feele no hot desires That serve not Venus flames but Vesta's fires As chast as ice such as were never seene In wanton dalliance such as until death Never smelt any but their husbands breath â—ucrece Diana Penelope Vestals Sabine women â—ato Hippolitus Curius Jâ—piter would court her did he know A shape whereby to tempt such chastity Her lips in pure and vestal modesty Still blush as thinking their own kisses sin You may sooner tempt A votary or move a Sâ—ythian rock Than shoote a fire into her chaster brest A Camphire constitution Fit for the golden age and Saturnes raigne Almost afraid to ly with her self Chast as the hardned rock Whose kisses were so chast that love seemed to play there without darts Chast as the eyes of turtles Diana apparelled in the gâ—rments of Venus such a wanton modesty she had and inâ—icing sobernesse A breast as cold as hemlock One whose blood is snow-broth who never feeles The wanton stinges and motions of the sence Chast as the unblowne bud VVhose lips blush at their own sweet kisses Chast as a picture cut in Alabaster As Ysickles That curdled by the frost from purest snow And hang in Diana 's Temple She was alwayes hidden either under a veile or in her chamber and all the world might suspect heâ— to be faire but there was scarce any knew it buâ— her mother In Chrystal chaines All love is bound within her icie veins Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes Her breath as the perfume of sacrifice Chast as the aire Holy Nuns breath in prayer Cheeks Two banks of fairest flowers Enricht with sweetnesse from the twilight showreâ— VVhereon those jars which were so often bred Composed are betwâ—xt the white and red Those plots where half-ros'd lillies lie Not one by art but natures industry Each Indie in each cheek where met Vermillion with a silver tincture set Cheeks lightly staind with red Like spotted marble newly polished which enclose The smiling â—ulip and carnation rose Beauty times sterne rage to shun In her cheeks lillies hid her fom the sun When she meant to triumph in her May Made that her Eâ—st and there she broke her day Cheeks in which two pits do lie To bury those slain by her eye Cheeks with kindly clarret spread Aurora like new out of bed Either cheek discloses Mingled bathes of milk and â—oses Or like the fresh Queen apples side Blushing at sight of Phaebus pride Blushing lillies where scarlet were a blot Aurora blusht at such a sight unknown Seeing those cheeks were redder than her own Transplanted Paradise Beauties tempe Elysium Have you seen carnation grow Fresh blushing through new flakes of snow Have you seen with more delight A red rose growing through a white Have you seen the pretty gleam That the strawberry leaves in creame Such was the tincture of her cheekes Child v. Infant A man in a small letter Natures short hand Stenography The best copie of
half and leaves the rest in holes The Tyrant that compells the mother To kill one hungry child to save another Famine in their dry entralls takes her seat What nature most abhorres enforc'd to eat The infant trembles at his fathers knife The babe re-enters her who gave it life The lively form of death Still yawning wide with loathsome stinking breath With hollow eys with meager cheeks and chin With sharp lean bones piercing the sable skin Some mince their papers will in parchment writ V. Dubarta's Furies And so devour their bitthright at a bit Fancy The roving pregnant busie teeming sence The souls mint The forge of shapes and dreams Commanding Empress of the brain ubiquitary faculty The immateriall Coyner That makes a bodilesse Creation Bounldâ—sse restlesse faculty free from all engagements diggâ— without spade sails without Ships Flies without wings builds without charges fights without bloodshed in a moment striding from the Center to the circumference of the world by a kind of omnipotency creating and annihilating things in a moment and marryng things divorced in nature Fantastick Gallant Something more than the shape of a man The chief burden of his brain is the carriage of his body anâ— the setting of his face in good frame which he perfoâ—ms the better because he is not disjointed with other Meditations He hath staid in the world to fill a number and when he 's gone there wants one and there 's an end In the speculation of his good parts his eys like a drunkard â—es all all double and his fancy like an old mans spectacles makes great Letter in a small print He conceives mens thoughts very idle that is onely busie about â—im Both his Inprimis and his Item are his cloaths A pretty â—iece of finicall ignorance or a fool without his motley coat Such a man as his Tailour pleaseth to make him That puts away most of his jugement about the situation of his â—loaths His cloachs are sacrified Going with such a noise as if his body were the wheel-barrow 〈◊〉 carry his rumbling judgement His whole body goes all upon skrews and his face is the vice that moves them His glittering cloaths shew like the sunshine in a puddle Who now and then breaks a dâ—ie bisket jâ—st Which that it may more easily be chewed He steeps in his own laughter With a brain lighter than his feather Like an empty bottle and his head the cork to stop it His skin is tanned in sivet Walking as if he had a suit of wainscot All his behaviours are printed A marmoset made all of cloaths and face One that weighs His breath between his teeth and dares not smile Beyond a point for fear â— ' unstarch hâ—s look A fellow so utterly nothing that he knows not what he would be That would rather have the whole Common-wealth troubled than an hair out of order about him Ever in the slavery of Ceremonie and Complements A man consisting of a pickedevant and two mustachoes and utterly to defeat him there needs but three clippes of a pair of câ—zzars A barren brain in fertle hair A speaking Butterflie Sober drunkards Fastidious Brisk wise onely by inheritance who while he proudly wears A silver hilted rapier by his side Endures the lies and knocks about the ears Whilst in his sheath the sleeping sword doth bide Wears gaudy clothes And fills up his imperfect speech with oaths That hath a Bedsam fancy all whose conceits are anticks The cares of men having little else of them but speech and laughter using the preface of a mile to bring in a furlong of matter That speaks his mind in fustian eloquence Forced affected phrase and strained discourse Whose language is astonishing bumbast till men understand him they are scard with it Wits in jest fools in earnest There is a confederacy between him and his cloaths to make a puppet A man In whom the Tailours forming art And nimble barber claime more part Than nature her self can Fat A whale with a tunne of oil in his belly A mountain of Mummy That wears Shrove Tuesday in his cheâ—ks If he lives till dooms-day he'â— burn a weâ—k longer than the whole world A face like a Sarazens Mountain of flesh Walking barrell That cannot see his own knee Voluminous body Cloak bag of guts a load of guts Luxury swells in his eyes And his fat belly loads his yielding thighes Fate Those lasting leaves Whose smallest character is never altered The doom Spun on the fatall sisters sable loom Clotho's book The Canons of eternall date The Consistory of the stars Entred the book of unavoided fate Enroll'd in heavens brasse leaves The privy Councell of the heavens and planets The Adamantine book The Commissary of God That hath mark'd out a path and period For every thing Knot of all causes whose changelesse brow Ne'r smiles not frowns The brazen Laws The ancient sisters adamantine doom Decrees that needs must passe Writ in huge folds of solid steel and brasse With Adamantine pens Heavens consistoriall Decree A more unchanged law Than any Mede or Persian ever saw Etâ—rnal unresisted orders of the Gods Fates v. Destinies Favourite Aâ—omes that dance within the gilded raies That kings shoot out Aspiring souls who grow but in the spring Porc'r by the warmth of some indulgent king Their fair leaves spread But as the marigold to the suns eye And in themselves their pride lies buried For at a frown they in their glory die Fear Fearful As if all his blood turnd whey Crest-falâ—'n Blood-shaken Bach'd in a câ—ld quick silver sweat So fear'd young Proserpine rapt in the coach Of the infernal king A chill fear Shook all his powers So old Aegeus shak'c When he the poâ—soned cup to Theseus gave Presaging fears her quite did confound A chill cold sweat Bath'd all my limbs Drown'd in fear With such a fear flies the aire-piercing dove A chilling fear surprizeth all his joynts Feâ—r the underminer of all determinations Making abortive answers Then cold amazements stiffened up his haire Congealed blood usurpt their trembling hearts and left a faintnesse in their feeble parts Who trembling out distractful language speak Fear the ague palsie of the soul tempest of the mind A chilling ice shivers through every limbe My blood shrinks back into my veins And my affrighted hairs are turn'd to bristles My eyes creep back into their cells As if they seem'd to wish for thicker darknesse Than either night or death to cover them His soul melts within him A chilling sweat ore-â—uns my trembling joynts My seated heart knocks at my ribs against the use of nature Distill'd almost to jelly Haâ—rowes the soul and makes the eyes start from their sphears The haire stands on end Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine The bedded haire like life in excrements Start up and stand an end A freezing sweat Flowes through at all my pores The knees are mutual anviles A breathlesse man prickt on by winged fear With staring eyes distracted hear and there Lâ—ke
airy hunter The insulting tyrant of the aire The airy pyrate Rover. Head Crest sommet globe of wonder That doth contain All sence and fountain of all sence the brain Health My pulse beats musick and my lively blood Danceth an healthful measure Whose brow no wrinkle bears Whose cheeks no palenesse in whose eyes no tears But like a child shee 's pleasant quick and plump She seems to fly to skip to dance and jump And lifes bright brand in her white hand doth shine The Arabians bird rare plumage platâ—ed fine Serves her for surcoate and her seemly train Mirth exercise and temperance sustein Whose humours in sweet temper ly With undisturbed harmony The humours calme Hear To salute the ear To be presented to the ear To strike to beat the ear To entertain the attentive ear To glad the ear To wound to stab the ear Hearken v. Attend. To grace with attention To lend a willing yeilding ear To lend soft audience Afford the speakers tongue an ear Heart The busie furnace The spring of heat and life The anvile on which all the thoughts do beat The bodies sun The seat of passions The soules throne The minthouse of affections Heat Hot. The suns offensive rage Hot as the scalding ray Which Phoebus darts when he divides the day Into its equal halfes Hot as the torrid zone Burning with a calenture So hor was the Tyrinthian when he wore The poison'd shirt washt in the Centaures gore So burning Phaeton when he did drive The flaming chariot My bulke to Aetna turnes And all her flames pent in my bosome burne I dare that fire it self for heat provoke That chambers in the skie Like flames of burning sulphur Acheron Phlcgethon Hot as a burning feaver As Perillus bull Seething boyling soultry stewing baking brewing frying roasting broyling parching scorching burning flaming chased smoaking sweating reeking glowing findging scalding Hot as the flaming furnace Heaven The Olympick Hall Joves white hall The starty vault The stately palace of the Gods The spangled canopy The airy battlements Star-spotted-spangled-powdered-checkered-embroyderered curtains carpets books The azure circle Upper loft Christal map The highest chamber story gallery The glistering circles of the skie The rolling globe The Chrystal sphears arches The azure tester trimm'd with golden sparks The starry seeling The rich pavillion of the Gods The Chrystal rafters of the skie The vast extensious of the skie The blew rafters of the spangled skies The spangled mansion of the stars Heavens gilt azure cope Joves high turrets The glorious roofe the star-enamelled vault The starry court of Jove The vault of stars The starry round Heavens shining bauldrick The azure-spangled regions The Christal throne The starry round That house of purer bodies tenanted The rapid orbes that bear The changing seasons of the year On their swift wings Silver chime Moving with melodious time The silver pages of that book Where stars are golden letters Glory's magazin Starry towers Celestial bowers Saphire rafters of the skies The whirling poles That dance their daily galiard Majestick roofe fretred with golden fire Harmonious orbes that roul In restlesse gyres about the Artick pole Hector Andromache's stout husband Priams tall son Priams valiant son The Grecians hate and fear Till he that was their fear became their scorne And slain was by Aeâ—onian horses torne Hecuba Priams sad wife Hectors unhappy mother Great Dima's daughter Priams fruitful wife That gave the all illustrious Hector life That scratcht out Polymnestors eyes Buried with stones upon her flung Yet first reveng'd with curses of her tongue Whom raging grief converted to a bitch Ulysses scorned lot Unhappy Queen VVhich after she so much of joy had seen Had life by fates unkindest kindnesse lent To see her daughters impious ravishment Her sons untimely fate her husband die And roll'd in blood before Joves altar lie Polyxena dear issue of her wombe A sacrifice upon Achilles tombe And which was worse than all shee saw before The livelesse corps of her young Polydore Helen v. Beautifull The beauty of whose cheeks Brought against Troy the army of the Greeks Paris unhappy bride Leda's fair daughter That charming beauty free from tainting spot Worthy of Jove if not by Jove begot The twin-brothers pride Hell Sad Averno's strand The depths to heaven-oppos'd Pluto's sad monarchy The shady coast Pluto's wide-door'd house The damned dismal mansion The darksome plashie lake of Acheron The silent deeps And horrid shades where sorrow never sleepes Pluto's pale kingdome Dungeon Blind caves of Dis. The gloomy dwellings of the damned spirits Where Demogorgon's in dull darknesse pent Where hideous Chaos keepes Pluto's grizly band A land where death confusion endlesse night And horrour reign where darnesse is their light The infern I vault The dolorous mansion Where Styx the old grandame of the Gods doth lie That dungeon where the damned souls are shut The pooles of scalding oyle and sulphure The burning wheele turned round in flames In burning beds of steele the damned lie Where Sâ—syphus his restlesse torments rolls Roasted in sulphure And washt in deep vast gulphs of liquid fire The black empire The ugly baleful bower The loathsome kingdom Pâ—uto's empty regiment Tâ—'accurst aboades monsions The gloomy empire of th' infernal king The unamiable realm The realms to day unknown The dreadful house of Austere Pluto Where Tantalus doth ever dread The falling stone that hangs upon his head There are those youthful sisters which in vain Powre water still into that fatal tun Which is as empty as when they begun There Centaures there the hissing Hydra stands Scylla Briarius with his hundred hands Fire-arm'd Chymera's Harpies full of rape Snaky hair'd Gorgons Gerions triple shape There all the furies daughters to old night Implacable and hating all delight Before the adamantine doors do sit And there with combes their snakie curles unknit The dungeon of the damned this is nam'd Here Tityus for attempted rape defam'd Hath his vast body on nine acres spread And on his heart a greedy vulture fed Ixion turn'd upon a restlesse wheele With giddy head pursues his flying heele v. Stix Cocitus Phlegethon Acheron Ixion Tityus Belides Tantalus Geryon Cerberus Furies Pluto Proserpine Helmet Nodding a terrour to the foe with plumed crests The plumed caske The Souldiers warlick maske The shining caske The armed heads defence Hercules The bold Tyrinthian Hero He who bears the dreadful club Whom twice six labours deified Proud Alâ—mena's son Fair Alâ—mena's son Joves great laborious son That wore the fatal shirt VVhite-anckled Hebe's spouse VVhose shoulders did sustein The world nor shrunk beneath so great a fraught To strangle serpents was his cradle sport VVho when he saw the Thracian horses feast VVith humane flesh their mangers overthrew And with the steeds their wicked master slew Joves cruel wife was sooner weary to impose Than he was to performe VVhose garment that he wrapt his body in VVas glorious spoiles the Nemean Lyons skin The injur'd worlds revenger and his own First he the grim Cleonian Lyon
bosome spâ—ings The people that in shoals do swim Walls windowâ— ooft â—owers steeples all were set With severall eyes that in this object met Children uncapable to all mens thinking Were dâ—unk with joy as others were with drinking And stâ—ikâ—s the heavens with sound of trembling bells The Vocal Gâ—ddesse leaving dâ—sart woods Slâ—des down the Dales and dancing on the floods Observes our woods and wiâ—h repeating noise Contends to double our abundant joyes Mirth digs her pits in every cheâ—k To bury grief and sorrow Casheer all care and chear the foolish soul To joyn To marâ—y glue paste wed wedge â—iveâ— yoke manacle fetter shackcle sodder cement knit tie Iris v. Rainbow Heavens Embassadresse the thousand coloured dame She that paints the clouds Golden wing'd Thaumantia The goddesse with the painted bow The painted mother of the showers Juno 's embassad resse Judas The damned Iscariot He that betray'd his master with a kisse And miss'd of heaven even at the gates of blisse Judge Grim pronouncers of the Law Living Law Sâ—rict conservers of the Laws Grave Stewards and dispensors of the Laws That sit on bright Astraea's sacred Throne That speaks nothing but chains and shackles Whose stubble beard doth grate poor prisoners eyes Whose stern faces look Worse than the Prisoner that 's deni'd his book Or Pilate painted like a scalded Cook Day of Judgement The worlds combustion The generall Bonefire The grand Sessions Natures Funerall The worlds sad hour Dooms-day When souls shall wear their new array When the words masse shall shrink in purging flame The last dayes summons when earths Tâ—ophies lie Ascattered heap and time it self shall die When the Sun shall From the blind heavens like a dead cinder fall And all the elements intend their strife To ruine what they fram'd When desperate time lies gasping When thunder summons from eternal sleep Th' imprison'd ghosts and spreads â—'th frighted deep A veil of darknesse When the knot of nature is dissolved And the worlds ages in one hour involved In their old Châ—os seas with skies shall joyn And stars with stars confounded lose their shine The â—arth no longer shall extend her shore To keep the Ocean ouâ— the Moon no more Follow the sun but scorning her old way Crosse him and claim the guiding of the day The falling worlds now jarring frame no peacâ— No league shall hold great things themselves oppresse When earth and seas to flâ—mes are turn'd And all the world with one sad fire is burn'd The utmost date of time When rocks and all things shâ—ll disband The great and universal doome When Christ shall in a throne of clouds descend To judge the earth With rusty maske the heavens shall hide their face The aged world dissolved by the last And fatal houre shall to old Chaos hast Stars justling stars shall in the deep confound Their radiant fires the land shall give no bound To swallowing seas the moon shall crosse the sun With scorne that her swift wheeles obliquely run Daies throne aspiring discord then shall â—end The worlds crackt flame and natures concord end The frame Of nature then shall feed the greedy flame Men cities floods and seas by ravenous lust Of fire devoured all shall resolve to dust When the dancing poles Shall cease their whirling galliard When Lachesis hath no more thread to spin Nor time a feather on his crazy wing When this vast oâ—be of earth shall blazing burn And all the world in funeral flames shall mourn When heaven and hell amazâ—ng must appear In two extreams joy and excessive fear The hindge of things Is broke all ends run back into their springs The second Chaos When earth and sea in fiery flames shall frie And time lies buried in eternity When as to those enchaind in sleepe The wakeful trump of doome shall thunder through the deepe With such an horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake The aged earth agast With terrour of that blast Shall fâ—om the surface to the center shake When at the worlds last session The dreadful Judge in midle aire shall spread his throne July That month whose fame Growes greater by the man that gave it name When many well pil'd cocks of short sweet hay stands in the field What time soft night had silently begun To steal by minutes on the long-liv'd day The furious dog pursuing of the sun Whose noisome breath ads fervour to his ray v. Summer Zodiack Leo. June Sol leaving Gemini and drawing near Unto his height in Cancer when shortest night Urg'd the Thessalian archer v. Summer Zodiack-Cancer Juno Saturnia Great Queen of Gods Great matron of the Thunderer That chariots through the skies By peacocks drawn stuck full of Argus eyes Heavens Queen The Empresse of the skie Silver-arm'd goddesse White-arm'd deity Saturnia that makes the white embrace The ivory fingerd Queen Drawn with a team of harnest peacocks With silken bridles in a coach of gold Lined with Estrich plumes Shee That shares with Joves imperial soveraignty Joves sister and his wife That kindles Hymens fires The Queen of marriage and of chast desires Heavens great dame That hath the charge to rule the nuptial flame In nuptial bands That ties the hearts and then the willing hands Jupiter Saturnius The Almighty Thunderer To give the soul a goal delivery To deal their martial almes To suffer shipwrack of the soul And with his blood embrued The blushing earth Making a fatal rest to lulâ— Him in the sleep of death which clos'd his sight Shutting his eyes up in eternal night Taught him the way to his grave Driving the soul out at the yawning wound Uncase dislodge untenant uncage a soule As when a spring conducting pipe doth break The waters at a little breach burst ouâ— And hissing through the airy regions smoke So â—lusht the blood To Kill ones self To leave the warfare of this life Without a passe from the great general He gives himself a period to the race Of his loath'd life To abridge their own lives pilgrimage To be a traitour to ones selfe To let out life and so unhouse the soul To break the prison As if'â—were sweet to dye when forc't to live Accessary to their own death Self murtherer Kings Gods enshrin'd in earthly frames Fineâ— but more britle ware Sifted from common bran Inferiour Gods Earthly Deities Mortal God Whos 's awfull eye Bears signes of an imperious majesty That swaies the awful scepter in his hand The supream moderators of the law Astâ—â—a's princely stewards Men in Text letters Whose roval temples are impal'd With the enamel'd crown and diadem Who on th'â—mperial throne Doth alwaies sit and alwaies sits alone Whose lives are gaudy troubles whose crowns are Not more beset with pearls than stuft with care He that bears Heavens Scepter and the clouds with thunder tears The King of Gods That power from whom what ere hath being springs The goat-nurst God who three-forkt lightning flings Whose nod the worlds foundation
hearts and none Could own a thought whose best advice could borrow The smallest respite from th'extreams of sorrow The direst Tragedy that ever chaleng'd wonder The rosie die that decks the blushing morne Grew pale and clouds immurd the muffled skies These woes made every one with woe in love That heart is flint that doth not grieve to hear it The high topt firrs that on the mountains keep Have ever since that time been seen to weepe The owle till then 't is thought full well could sing And tune her voice to every bubling spring But when she heard these plaints then forth she yode Out of the covert of an ivie tod And hollowing for ayde so strain'd her throat to shew The lavish wrinckles of a laughing brow Laughing as lechery were wâ—thin their lungs Smiles the cheeke in rest Lawyer That travailes in the knotty â—aw Who purchase land build houses by their tongue And study right that they may practice wrong That studies brawling lawes And setts his voice to sale in every cause His pen is the plough and the parchment the soyle from whence he reapes both coyne and curses Long gown'd warriours Who play in Westminister unarm'd at barriers Purse milking nation gowned vultures Brawling Harpies Whose tongues will live when they are dead Lean. Living Anatomy Breathing skeleton Living charnel house A sack of bones His skin hangs about him like an old ladies loose gown A dwindle One whose ribs like rugged laths rub out his doublet The parched corps do show In the loose skin as if some spirit it were Kept in a bagge by some great conjurer Lean as a whetstone Lean as a rake appears That lookt as pinch with famine Aegypts years Worne out and wasted to the pithlesse bone As one that had a long consumption His rusty teeth forsaken of his lips As they had serv'd with want two prentiships Did through his pallid cheeks and lankest skin Bewray what number were enrank't within How many bones made up this staâ—ved wight Was soon perceiv'd a man of dimmest sight Apparantly might see them knit and tell How all his veiâ—s and every sinâ—w fell His belly inward drawn his belly prest His unfill'd skin hung dangling on his brest His feeble knees with pain enough uphoâ—d Tâ—at pinâ—d carkasse cast as in a mold Câ—t out by deaths grim forme If small legs wan Ever the title of a Gentleman His did acquite it in his flesh pull'd downe As he had liv'd in a beleaguerd town A wretch so empty that if ere there be In nature found the least vacuity 'T will be in him As if his hollow cheeke Had been at buffets with an emberweeke Thâ—t wears good friday in his face Whose hollow cheeks Are faithful Almanacks of ember weaks The pining body to a shadow wears V. Browns Past lib. 2. song 1. Learned v. Eloquent The Muses minion A branch of Minerva's Olive A knowing soul Lights of nature Gulfe of learning Gyant of wit Monarch of wit Quintessence of wit Walking breathing library Atlas of letters Dictatour of learning Zenodotus heart Crates liver Minerva's tower Rich mine of wit Magazin of learning Architect of wit Monarch of Sciences Learnings triumphant Victor That rul'd as he thought fit The whole monopoly of wit Englands third University Whom all the Muses court Walking Vatican In the firmament of learning he will shine to all posteâ—ity a star of the first magnitude A soul so learn'd truth fear'd that she Might stand too nakt near his philosophy Many languagâ—s that departed from Babel in a confusion met in his mouth in a method The only wise And when he dies the fame of wisdome dies Phaebus to him his oracles resign'd Wisdome is only to his breast confiâ—'d v. Aristotle Leaves Trees shadie locks The dangling tresses of the wood The wanton gugawes of the gamesome wind The trees green perewigge The trembling pendants of the boughs The shady covert of the fruit Leda Helens fair mother VVhom Jove deceived like a silver swan And made her lay two egges from whence there came The stoutest brothers and the fairest dame That ever chaleng'd wonder Leggs Cupids columnes The bodies sister pillars Leggs streighter than the thighes of Jove Letters The absent voice and tongue The dumbe discourse The talke at distance Thoughts in black and white The silent language The hand talkes with the paper Discourse by signes betwixt them whom distance have made dumb Friendly communion of the thoughts VVhen distance must deny that priviledge Unto the tongue by dumbe interpreters Letters of sad contents Putting her fingers to unrip the seale Cleaving to keepe those sorrowes from her eyes As it were loth the tidings to reveal VVhence grief should spring in such variety But strongly urg'd both to her will appeal VVhen the soft wâ—x unto her touch implies Sticking unto her fingers bloody red To shew the bad news quickly followed And for a fescue she doth use her tears That when some line shee loosely overpast The drops do tell her where she left the last Her trembling hand as in a feaver shakes VVherewith the the paper doth a litle stir VVhich she imagins at her sorrow shakes And pities it which she thinks pities her Made the short letter long by reading it oft over I burst ope the letter but not till after the third pluck as if theâ— dumbe wax pitying my too nigh approaching unhappinesse seemeâ— to be an unwilling messenger of my misery Letters of glad contents How often did I kisse the seal your letters waxen lock â—ow often did I put it to my lips that by that dumbe show it might unâ—â—derstand its welcome How often did I read and read again the superscription How did I smile at every word every letter promising as many joyes I never lov'd my name till I saw it writ with your hand on the backside of your letter Mâ—ny times did I put my hand to the seal to breake it ope and aâ— many times withdrew it fearing to suâ—fet with excessive joy Leviathan That swarthy tyrant of the Ocean Shielded in his proud scales so close that air Cannot pierce through c. v. Job chap. 41 â— Quâ—rles Job militant p. 260 Light Gods eldest daughter The first-born creature Times first-born issue Beauâ—eous daughter of the sun Lightning v. Thunder The flâ—sh of heavens â—antastick flame Hot flaming issue from the clouds cold wombe That like a viper eates the straitning roome For freâ—'r passage The curled clouds do break into a radiant flâ—me As lighâ—ning by the wind foâ—c'd from a cloud Breaks through the wounded aire with thunder loud Distuâ—bs the day Crushing the justling cloud Râ—rified aire In flashingâ—st eams doth ope the darkned heavens Joves forked shaft The whizzing exhaltations The cleaving tearing riving of the skies Heavens soultry flash Riding upon a paire of burning wings The crosse blew lightning seem'd to open The brest of heaven and let downe â—he sheets of fire Like As Daucius sons Tymber and Larides Such perfect copies were they of
each other Their parents knew not Tymber from his brother Like Spencers Amias and Placidas Natures disguise Humane paralels An apple â—left in two iâ— not more twin Than these two creatures These hands are not more like One sand resembles not another more VVater and water are not more alikâ— Nor have two eggs a lesser difference Like Vibius and Pompâ—y Two bees are not more like or figs or ants Like as Eamelus mares Neighbouring upon Identity Narcissus to the thing for which he pin'd Was not more like Lilly The spotlesse flower Which Juno's milk did spring That had their colour from the milk Of Juno when she sleeping nurst the great And stout Alcides v. White Lips Ruby cherrilets The sister corals that each other kisse The sister rubies The mooving leaves of coral Soft warmer coral Those leaves of damaske roses The folding coral valve's of the moâ—th The melting rubie corals Loves assured tests The melting rubies on her cherry lip Are of such power to hold as on one day Cupid flew thirsty by and stoopt to sip And fastned there could never get away Banks of blisses Where love plants and gathers kisses Soft coral gates Lips fit to be th'utterers when The heavens would parly with the chief of men That breath gums and spice Unto the east and sweets to paradise Lips where mines of rubies grow Those speaking pomanders The coral berries Rosie twins Warme porphyrie Lips which like threads of scarlet show Whence graceful accents sweetly flow Tast her lips and then confesse If Arabia doth possesse Or that honey Hybla hill Tasts like those that thence distill Which sâ—ich the blushing from the orient That with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile unlock their pearly treasure Congealed Nâ—ctar Transplanted paradise The ruby poâ—â—als of our words The two leav'd ruby gate To which a pearl-portcullis make a graâ—e Two swelling welâ—s of coral round behem With smiling showes two rowes of orient gems As sweet and red as early cherries Two twin-cherries died in blushes Which those faire suns above with their bright beams Reflect upon and â—â—pen â—ashful pearls adding more rednesse to their native hew By blushing at their own sweet beauty Which never part but that they show Of pretious pearl a double row Dianâ—'s lip Is not more smooth and rubeous Melts in the touch A lip Would tempt to an eternity of kissing Those sister kissing cherries Which sweetly blush for this That they one another kisse The wax whereon love prints a kisse Loves rubie alcars That sweet divided union Litle v. Dwarfe Dwarfish Nature made thee To shew her cunning in Epitomie Small printed things Diminitives Live To see the sun adorne the darkesome earth To enjâ—y the prâ—viâ—edge of breath To â—eed on aire The fates still draw my lengthened thread Mine eyes enjoy the benefit of life Sâ—ll nature gives Lâ—fe to my veins Whilst breaâ—h gives motion to my â—oyled limbes While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe Life Thin smoake and empty shadow wich the wise As the fooles Idol soberly despise The fading rose the running sand the spurring post The shadow of a dream Light and inconstant aire Fortunes bable That waving brat tost on the sea of fate The pilgrimage of mans laborious dayes The even-spun twine A span of fâ—ailty plung'd and orb'd about With floods of biâ—ternesse That knot of soul and body which nothing can untiâ— but the eye of heaven In which each gaspe of breath Are minutes posting to the hour of death Short life v. Vntimely death Like that armed crue Grown from the dragons teeth That to fate Are tenanrs to a shorter date Like the beasts of Hippanis Whose life in one day's spun drawn out and cut Long life To count many years Whose life doth swell the number of his years To reach Tâ—â—honus years or aged Nestors Or the wrinkled Sybil. Courteous fate Draws out his thread with an unweary hand To fill the number of his dayes To groan under the burthen of his years Whose long dayes even rust the â—ithe of time Private life That peace of passions noble banishment That close happinesse without either pompe or envy Whose ambition goes no farther than the border of his village That prefers the liberty of the country before the pleasures of the court whom chains cannot tempt though never so well made and gilded over That life without pompe or rumult but with more solid joy and satisfaction Whose armour is an honest thought And simple truth his highest skill Whose state can neither flatterers fear Nor râ—ine make accusers great Lives of himself though not of lands And hâ—vâ—ng nothing yet hath all That thâ—nks glory a lye and state grave sport And counâ—â—y sicknesse above health at court That seeks no higher prize Than in unenvied shades to â—it And sing his Mrs. eyes That â—ast in hours secure from courtly strife The soft oblivion of a quiet life No war disturbs his rest with fierce alarmes Nor angry â—eas offend He shuns the law and those ambitious charmes Which great mens doors attend Lives to himself and glitteâ—ing titles shuns He lives unenvied honour crowns his ends Which gentle peace Enjoy pure innocence the rich increase Of various gifts what pleasure the broad fields Caves living waters and coole Tempe yeilds Lowing of beasts sweet sleeps by shades obscur'd Woods savage chace the hardy youth inur'd To live with little whom no labour tries Justice here left her last impression when She fled from the defil'd abodes of men V. Sandys Ovids Metam lib 8. page 295. Fab. Philemon Baucis lib. 11. page 397. Fab. Aesacus Horace Epod. 2. Liver The bodies sponge the bloody conduit The buâ—â—e furnace The concrete blood The shop the mint the fountain of the blood The bodies almoner Dispenser of the blood To looke To chain their eyes to To feast the eyâ—s upon To surfet the eyâ—s upon To read ore a thing To traffick with the eyes To run ore with eyes To fix his gazes on To river his eyes on a thing So Clytie look't upon the sun Till she turn'd Heliotrope Mine eyes Have been attentive on this exercise To peruse with eyes To lend an eye On him she claspt her eyes To talk to discourse with eyes To addresse the â—ight Survay with curious eyes Close prisoner to the object To own no other object To shoot the eyes To throw our eyes on To tie the eyes To weigh with Chrystal skales To view with captivated eyes To oppresse with his eyes To nayle the eyes upon To drink with eyes the nectar of her sight Center the scattered radiant of the eye Upon one object To entertain the eyes c. Upon his face all threw their covetous eyes To feed to feast the greedy eyes To crack the eye-strings with a fixed view To cast lots Their votes to the dispose of lots they strait refer Electing chance for their blind arbiter Loud v. Noise One that may be heard to th' Antipodes That talkes as if he spake to the
shew how all things were created first V. Hom. Odys Calipso's vâ—ile Dubartas Eden V. Brownes Pastor lib. 2. song 3. Sad Melancholy place The thick growne briar And prickled haw-thorne woven all entire Together clunge and barr'd the gladsome light From any entrance â—itting only night All overgrowne with mosse as nature sate To entertain grief with a cloth of state Bâ—fore the doore to hinder Phoebus view A shady box-tree grasped with a yeugh As in the place behalfe they menac'd war Against the radiance of each sparkling star A place as wofull as my verse A stage made for some wofull Tragedy Where none do tread Except the ghosts of the disturbed dead Where the trees answer to the sighing aire A charnel house All cover'd ore with dead mens ratling bones With reekie shanks and yellow chaplesse sculls A gloomy vale Wrapt with unpleasant shades of yeugh And cypresse sprung from Lovers grave On which the croaking raven with other birds Of night do sit and hollow their sad accents Such as may fitly sympathize with mourning A murmuâ—ing brook of wronged virgins tears A bed of mosse â—â—hered from vaults and charnel houses where â—â—e dead inhabit An uncouth cell â—â—ere brooding darknesse spreads his jealous wings â—â—d the night raven sings Detested vaile â—â— trees though summer yet forloâ—ne and lean â—â—â—come with mosse and balefull missiltoe â—â—e never shines the sun here nothing breeds â—â—lesse the nightly owâ—e or fâ—â—al raven â—â— thousand feinds a thousand hissing snakes 〈◊〉 thousand swelling toads as many urchins â—â—ich make make such fearful and confused cries â—â— any mortall body hearing it â—ould strait fall 〈◊〉 or else dye presently â—â— Grove Cave Darke Silent Plague 〈◊〉 growes the time nor with her wonted chear Or usual dressing â—oâ—h the spring appear â—o cleansing gale of Zephyr mooves the aire â—hile rising foggs obscure the welkin faire â—ithout his showers contagioâ—s Auster blowes â—â—d painted summer no kind fruit bestowes â—or does the sun as yet inflam'd with ire â—â—nd down that wholsome and prolifick fire â—e us'd to do but beams of mortal heat â—nd from the bosome of the twins as great Combustion kindles here as if he then â—â—on the Nemean Lyons back had been â—ithin the farthest easterne lands from whence â—hy breakes breaks forth the fâ—â—al pestilence â—s if with rising Titan it begun â—nd follow'd thence the moâ—ion of the sun â—o Europe then doth hot contagin flie â—â—ing through every part of Italy Death apace â—â— his pale chariot sides through all the land â—o age nor sex escapeâ— his vengefull hand â—oung men in prime of all their strength are stâ—â—ck â—nd yeild the sucking in â—ant whâ—t he took â—â—om nature soonâ—s summoned to repâ—â— â—â—om those soft limbes untimely â—leeâ—s away The new-come soul before it can be growne Acquainted with the tender mansion The aged man not because aged goes But only cause he had a life to loose The mourning grave becomes a marriage bed To brauteous maides preposterously dead One father wailes his son another all His houshold carries in one funeral And for so many debts one mourning serves If one be left to mourne no care preserves Nor antidote can save from this disease Their greatest hope is but to die in peace For oft the fiety sicknesse did invade Reasons coole seat and there prevailing made A strange distraction worse than losse of breath For which their friends wisht as a cure their death The face oft burn'd no moisture had the eye Nor could by tears expresse their misery Some while their dearest friends they do intombe Before that pious office done become Themselves a funeral death makes him to be An herse that came a mourning obsequie Nor doth this venemous contagion Worke the destruction of mankind alone The sheep and caâ—tel perish as if growne On earth quite uselesse since the men are gone Wastly the lawnes the fields of tillage now Aâ—e desolaâ—e while the forsaken plow Nor men nor cattel scarce can exercise Tâ—e oxe in midst of all his labour dies And leaves behind his mourning fellow now Dismist from toyle and service of the plow Who takes no comfort now in shady woods In flowry meadowes or clear Chrystal floods That destiny allots for him remains Although at rest the warlick horse disdaines The pleasant streames and sick forgetteth quite His food and th' honour of a race or fight Even roads and vipers die acquainted growne With venome far more mortal than thier owne Doggs oxen sheepe and savage beasts first die No birds can from the swift infection â—lie â—d swains amazed see their oxen shrinke â—â—ath the yoke and in the furtowes sinke â—â—e fleecie flock with anguish faintly beat â—â—t fall their wool and pine away with heate â—â— generous horse that from the race of late â—â—n'd with honour now degenerates â—indfull of the glory of his prize â—â—nes at his manger and there deedlesse dies â—e bore forgets his rage swift feet now faile â—he Hart no bears the horned heard assaile â—l languish woods fields paths no longer bare â—â— filâ—'d with carkasses that stench the aire â—â—h neither dogges nor greedy fowle how much â—be admired nor hoary wolves would touch â—â— raves the plague amongst our country swains â—â—w in our large and populous city raignes â—â— first their bowels broyle with fervour stretcht â—â— symptomes rednesse hot wind hardly feâ—cht Their furr'd tongues swel their dry jaws gasp for breath â—â—d with the aire inhale a swifter death â—ane could endure or coverture or bed â—â— on the stones their panting bodies spread â—old stones could no wayeâ— mitigâ—te that hear â—â— they beneath those burning burthens sweat â—one cure attempt the sterne disease invades The heartlesse Leech nor Art her authour aides The near ally'd whose care the sick attends â—â— themselves and dye before their friends â—f remedy they see no hope at all â—â— only in approaching funeral Thâ—ee sisters speedy hands cannot suffice â—or breaking threads hath tyâ—'d the destinies â—ly â—â—tians skill himselfe doth still engage Unto the hallow'd ground The â—owling widow hâ—ugh she lov'd him dear â—â— darâ—â— not follow her dead husbands biear V. May's Edward 3. lib 4. V. Seneca's Tragedies Oedipus Act. 1. Planets v. Stars The swimming Islands of the heavens The wandering lampes The rolling seaven 〈◊〉 Jupiter Mars Sol Venus Mercury Luna The wandering spangles of the skie The floating stars Please Nothing can strike the roving fancy more Nothing presents delight In suller measure Satisfie a curious desire Correspondent to the wish Tickling the wanton fancy Such joy it gives as when soft pleasure warmes Joves melâ—iâ—g bosome swath'd in Venus armes Pleiades The seven Atlantick Nymphes Sterope's bright heard Atlas bright daughters Whose rising bring The wealthy pleasures of the painted spring Pleione's issue The watry powers Whose rising melts the clouds to dropping showers Plow To rend the gleabe with crooked plough To cheveron the ground in ridged hills The plowshare ripâ— his mothers wombe To give the aged seed a living tombe To lance
sudden fear his bloudlesse veins did fill â—in a shivering extaâ—ie I stood â— knees are mutual anvils â— as the guilty prisoner fearfull standâ— â—ding his fatal Theta in the brows â— him who both his life and death commands â— from his mouth he the sad sentence knows â—iking through her limbs she finds â—e leaves saluted by the winds Queen â— partner of the throne â— Princely consort of the royall bed â— She from whose blessed wombs increase â—es present joy and future ages peace Quiver â—arrows ivory garden Clattering hinges â— painted prison of the darts â— archers Magazine The Nymphs bright armoury R. Rage v. Anger Fury HIgh wrought blood Her face deck'd anger anger deck'd her face So ran distracted Hecuba along the streets of Troy Rain The muffled heavens dissolve themselves in tears Sad issue of the weeping air The watry issue of the falling cloud Big bellied clouds delivered of their load Empty their watry womb water still'd in heavens great Limbecâ— The liquid silver from the welkin gushâ—ing The straining of the squeezed cloâ—ds spungie cloud The falling rain That gives green Liveries to the Plains The spungie clouds grown big with water Throw their conception on the worlds Theater Down from the hills the rained waters roar Whilst every leaf drops to augment their store The moist conception of big-bellied clouds The hand of heaven the spungie cloud doth strain And throws into earths lap a shower of rain When the assembling clouds do meet and pour Their long provided sury in one showr Congealed vapours melt again Extenuated into drops of rain Now Cynthia her full horns Doth spend in showers The South winds tear The showring clouds Jove unlocks the clouds The issue of the melting cloud That which the clouds congealed bowells keep The watâ—y burden of the groaning clouds Jove opes the showry flood-gates of the Skies Jove opes the Cataracts of heaven The heavens set ope their sluces Disgorging of the drunken cloud The justling winds shatter the brittle sides Of spungie clouds and make them weepe That in a gentle shower Drop tears into the bosome of the flowers The lost clouds power â—â—â—o the sea their uselesse shower Drenching showers Which thickned aire from her black bosome poures â—ad clouds with frequent tears thâ—mselves impaire Rainebow v. Iris. So waâ—â—y clouds gilt by Apollo show The vast skie painted with the arched bow The many-colour'd messenger that here â—oth disobey the wiâ—e of Jupiter Who with her saâ—â—ron wings upon the flowers â—â—â—â—useth honey drops refreshing showers And with each end of her blew bow doth crowne The buskie acres and the unshrub'd downe The painted cloud which formes Thauâ—â—antias bow The painted bow which so adoâ—â—es the skies And in one arch doâ—h boast so many dies Thaumantes painted daughter Heavens enameâ—'d Arras That sacrament which doth the earth assure A second deluge it shall nere endure In whâ—se many colouâ—'d hue Here we see wâ—tchet deepned with a blew There a darke tawny with a purple mixt â—ealow and flame with streaks of greene betwixt A bloody stream into a blushing run And ends still with the colour which begun Drawing the deeper to a lighter staine â—â—inging the lightest to the deeâ—'st again With such rare art â—ach mingles with his fellow The blew with watchet green and red with yellow â—ike to the changes which we daily see â—bout the doves neck with vâ—rieâ—y Where none can say though he it strict attends Here one begins and there another ends Ram. Which whilst they butting stand â—aise from their feet a cloud of numeâ—ous sanâ— The captain of the â—leecie traine Which back retire To come again with her more impetuous ire Rash A man too quick for himself Whose actions put a leg still before his judgement and out run it Every hot fancy or passion is the signal that sets him forward and his reason comes still in the reare One that hath brain enough but not patience to disgest a businesse and stay the leasure of a second thought All deliberation is to him a kind of sloth and freezing of action He does not enter but throwes himselfe upon althings A man whom fortune must go against much to make him happy for if he suffer'd his owne way he is undone Raven Which seldome boading good Croake their black auguâ—ies from some dark wood Read To travel over with the eyes Her eyes these lines acquainted with her mind Had scarcely made Reap The sweatfull harvester with bubling brow Doth reap the interest of his painful plow The reaper panting both with heat and pain With crooked raisor shaves the tufted plain The industâ—ious harvester Scoâ—ched all day with his own scalding hear Shaves with keene syth the glory and delight Of motly meadowes Reason Queen Regent of the sences The soules eye The Queen that rules the commonalty of passionâ— Rebellion Atheisme against Gods on earth Open treason None his ensignes bore But who the badge of some knowne mischief wore Recreation A second creation when wearinesse hath almost annihilated our spirits The soules breathing almost stâ—fled with continual businesse Labours sauce Labours allay Delightful physick Waking sleepe Pleasing cordial Red. Purple crimson scarlet damaske blushing Stammel vermillion coral cherry ruby Red as the blushing rose Reede Dancing unto the musick of the wind The winds gugaw bable Dâ—nglâ—ng fringes of the banks Report v Fame When same the wide-mouth'd daughter of the earth Newly disburdned of her plumed birth From all her turrets did her wings display And pearched in the ears of c. Earths black babling daughter she that hears And vents alike both truth and forgeries â—â—â—ering often cheâ—per than she buyes She spread the pinions of her nimble wiâ—gs Advanc't her trumpet and away she springs And fills the whispering aire which soon pâ—ssâ—st The spacious borders of th' enquiring east Fame sounds with brazen breath Fame fills With his report one of her listening quisâ—s The lavish breath of fame Gives language to her trumpet and proclaimes That lying gossip Blatant beast That Mushrom growing without roote Creeps through a village goes through a towne runs through a city flies thâ—ough a country the farther the â—â—ster Encreasing snowball Resurrection When the loud trumpe â—all wake the sleeping ashes from the dumpe Of their sad urne that blessed day wherein The glorified metamorpâ— of'd skin Shall circumplexe and terminate that fresh And new refined substance of the flâ—sh And the transparent flâ—sh discharg'd from groans And pains shall hang upon new polishâ— bones When as the body shall reentertain The cleansed soul and never part again When as the soul shall by a new indenture Possess her new built house come down and enter When as the body and the soul shall plight Inviolable faith aâ—â—â—ever fight When death shall be exil'd and damn'd to dwell Wâ—â—hin her proper and true center hell Revenge Now had Rhamnusian Nemesis possâ—st In all her blackest formes the vengefull brest Of fierce c. Burnt with revengefull fury Then fury
deeds hold The twigs of the rod of war wherewith God scourgeth a want nation into repenâ—nce When the sword is once drawn he wisheth all scabbards cut in pieâ—â— Soul The heavenly spark the better part of man Of a fair lodging brighâ—er guest The bodies inmate The rationall and nobler part The bodies Tenant The best first part the Monarch of the breast The bodies best perfume Souls departed Spirits which have thrown away All their envious weights of clay And by their glorious troops supply The glorious winged Hierarchy Whom their great Creators sight Inebriateth with delight Spirits imparadised Freed souls Uncaged spirits Flidge souls that leave their shells Uncased unorganed unsheathed souls Ghosts repurified unhoused uncloathed souls That have put on the glistering Pall Of immortality That clothed be In garments wove of immortality Divorced infranchised refined souls That have put off their gowns of clay Harsh sound The bells in pestilence ne'r made like sound The croaking raven or the engendring toad The mandrakes shriek not half so harsh Killing accents No harsher news did ever strike the ear Heart-wounding news Sinking the soul with the report Where truth is worse than any forgeriâ— Where we may curse the mouth that doth not lie Where fame goes off with a most sad report Oh wound us not with sad a tale for bear To presse our grief too much we cannot hear This all at once such heavy news as these Must gently sink into us by degrees Let us digest This first then try our patience with the rest Practise us first in lighter griefs that we 〈◊〉 grow at last strong for this Tragedy 〈◊〉 it in whispers and uncertainty â— some new unauthoriz'd bâ—zze without â—â—ason or warrant to confirme our doubt South Where Auster vailes â—â—d heavens with clouds and earth with showers assails Sew The cunningest painter might have learn'd of her needle which â—â—h so pretty a manner made his careere to and froâ— through the â—â—h as if the needle would have been loth to have gone from such â—â—istresse but that it hoped to returne thitherward very quickly aâ—in the cloth looking with many eyes upon her and lovingly emâ—â—acing the wounds she gave it the shears were also at hand to beâ—â—d the silk that was grown too short And if at any time she 〈◊〉 it to her mouth to bite it off it seemed that where she had been â—â—g making roses with her hands she would in an instant make â—â—ses with hâ—r lips the lillies seemed rather to have whitenesse of â—e hand that made them than the matter they were made of and 〈◊〉 they grew there by the suns of her eyes refreshed by that aire â—hich an unawares sigh might bestow upon them Like artificial Gods creating flowers Sparke â—s fire his strength being wasted hides his head â—n the white ashes sleeping though not dead Who ever saw a dying sparke of fire â—â—ke in warme embers till some breath inspire â—â—orc't revival how obscure it lies And beeing blowne glimmers awhile and dies â—â—eping in his ashy bed Speake To breake the yeilding aire His tongue begun his taske His lipâ— he thus unlocks unsealâ— â—o present the aire with To saluâ—e the ears To cloath the thoughts in airy garments To forme a speech to shape a voice And wings gave to this speech To digest his thoughts in words As if a God did break The aire amongst us and vouâ—hsafe to speak He straight divides The portals of his lips and thus replâ—'d His lips such accents break To unseal the red virgin wax To break the bars of silence Open once more those rosie twins Opâ—ning the cherrie of her lips The conceptions of the mind discharge their birth Spider Industrious Spinster That weaves the waving tiffany That on high rafters layes her thin spun net To catch the buzzing flie That weaves her own Lawn hanging canopie Ingenious spinner twining with her feet What from her bowels comes Spinne To twine the carded wooll The carded wooll With following twine their busie fingers pull And with soft murmures draw the teased wool From their small spindles twerl the twining thread A Spring or Fountain Chrystall riverlings purl on the pebbles The lesser daughters of the sea Edged with poplar trees Where Chrystal springs do wooe the meeker ground And makes the pebbles dance unto their sound The Chrystall spring Got newly from the earths imprisoning The Chrystall current of the plains The water turns in many a ring As if it staid to hear the wood quire sing The water so transparent pure and clear That had the self enamour'd boy gaz'd here So fatally deceiv'd he had not been While he the bottome not his face had seen A Chrystall rill Gently diâ—burd'ned from a swelling hill Which from the green side of a flowry bank Eat down a channell where the wood nymphs drank That smileth as she floats And in her face so many dimples show And often skips as it did dancing go Whose fretful waves beating against the hill 〈◊〉 all the bottom with soft mutterings fill The murmuring brooke That wantons through the meadowes Sweet springs in which a thousand nimphes did play â—oft rumbling brooks that gentle slumber drew By whose falls â—elodious birds sing madrigalls â— babling spring that trips upon the stones â—nd with soft murmure rocks the sence asleepe The Christal Nymph The flowing deity â— bubling spring with streams as clear as glasse â—n chiding by enclos'd with matted grasse A Chrystal spring Presenting the impartial shapes of things The spring â—regnant with flowers now the spring Like a new bride appears â—hose feather'd musick only bring Caresses and no requiem sing On the departed year The earth like some rich wanton heire Whose parents conffind lie â—orgets it once lookt pale and bare And doth for vanities prepare As if spring nere would die â—hen temperate breath â—â—es to the glad fields truitful birth â—h ' enamour'd spring soft blushâ—s blowes Upon the roses cheeks The south inspires Life in the spring and gathers into quires The scaâ—ter'd nightingales Now th' astonisht spring â—ears in the aire the feather'd people sing The easie spring â—â—icht with odours wantons on the wing â—f th' Easterne wind â—â—ir Mistresse of the earth with garlands crown'd 〈◊〉 out her flowry wealth The trees put on their leavy hats Then glad earth gives new liveries to the trees When sturdy Aries ushers in the spring Now each creature joyes the other Passing happy dayes and houres One bird reports unto another In the fall of silver showers Whilst the earth our common mother Hath her bosome deckt with flowers Whilst the greatest tofch of heaven Wâ—th bright raies warmes Flora's lap Making nights and daies both even Chearing plants with fresher sap When proud pyde April drest in all his trim Hâ—th put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laught and leapt with him The summers front The foyzen of the year When nightingales do hush the silent night When nightingales do sing the sun asleepe And a wild
parching crab that burns up all the grasse The thirsty star The summers rainy star The scalding star Whose crooked claws with fervour fry The crawling crab which great Alcides slew The Crab sent in by Juno's angry spite To vex Alcides in his busie fight With the Lernaean Hydra Leo. The raging Lyon Hercules first labour That keeps his station next the crab Nemaean monster whose unpierced skin The great Alcides wrapt his body in Molorchaean star The shaggy constellation July 's scorching star Virgo The maiden star The chast star of Erigone The virgin constellation Icarius sad daughter Who when she saw she could not give relief Unto her father hang'd her self for griefe The maid by whom is borne In her fair hands the ripened ears of corne Libra The hanging ballance that doth weigh the light Giving an equal share to day and night Astraea's shining ballance Sorpius That bears the deadly poyson in his taile That boldly stretcheth out his ugly clawes The dreadful beast that Pale Orion slew The star that riseth at Orions faile Which Tellus did on purpose breed To let Orion see Though he did in power exceed There stronger was than he Sagitarius Achilles Tutor Dreadful archer The armed Centaure Thessalian archer The double shaped star Phillyrian fire Whom at the Muses praier Jove made a star Capricorne The winter Tropick Showry Solstice The half fish goat Pan turn'd himself into that shape When he did from Typhaeus fly And in that forme did safe escape Which made Jove place it in the sky Aquarius Heavens showry skinker He that full pitchers powers On earth in drizling showers The pitcher-bearing boy Joves eagle up from Ida snatchr Fair neighbour to the Capricorne Pisces Last constellation of the twelve The suns last Inne The scaly star That ends the circuit of the year The watry star That periods the year Zoilus v. Cririck That like the dog run and snarle at the stone Condemning that which is too hard a bone For their thin chaps to deal with Condemning most what they least understand Malignant spirits that with envious look Read others as they mean to read this book And blaming many things they cannot mend Tell you they 'r glad there is at last an End FINIS Formes of Commending IT will be Dispraise enough for him that censures thee The Poets theam and Patron Time shall a Poet raise Borne under better stars to sing his praise If we thy years should number by thy acts Thy years would be a Cypher to thy facts Praise her who list he still shall be her debter For art nere feign'd nor nature fram'd a better He that will write of him must still write more Nay men would think their states for ever rais'd To look on him that is so highly prais'd Whilst we Admire all vertue in admiring thee So brave a person to describe to men Requires a curious pencill not a pen. Should any power into my brain infuse Thy worth or all the Poets had before I could not praise till thou deserv'st no more But I employ My pen in vain to overtake his fame All praisefull tongues do wait upon that name Whose worth so far transcends all praise Who writes him well may well deserve the baies But striving her to grace I injure her For ever where true worth for praise doth call He rightly nothing gives that gives not all Oh what vertues be Inherent even to the least thought of thee To live blest is to trace his waies Epitome of all that books Or ere tradition taught I aspire Enough to worth whilst I his worth admire A name most dear to vertue Perfections great exchequer Learnings exchequer Nature at her own work doth wondering stand I speak not this in hope t' incroach on fame Or adde a greater luster to his name Bright in it self enough Servant to justice and strict honesty Whose powerful name Merits above the donatives of fame A name That he who without reverence speaks the same Commits a sin that all his tears and praiers Can never expiate Circumference And fixed center of all excellence All others vertues is his paraphrase He is but time denies to tell thee what Summe all perfections up and he is that For whom nature did her self engage To do more than in man could scarce be done I should commend Particulars but then how should I end Without a volume So noble all That envie groweth weary of her gall Whose acts and name Become the wonder and discourse of fame Each verdant laurel every myrtle bough Are strip't for wreaths t' adorn and load his brow Triumphant wreaths which cause they never fade Wise elder times for kings and Poets made A sun the beams of whose meridian glory Fills eyes with wonder and all tongues with story He had all the graceful parts that might attract love Or conduce to the accomplishment of a perfect soul Had Plutarch liv'd till now to blazon forth His life as sure he would what prince of worth Or Greek or Roman had his single story Selected out to parallel his glory The Hemispheare of whose praise knows no Horizon Had the blind Greeke one of the Muses first Priests been conof so subto Apollo temporary to this Heroe how proud would he have been lime a subject to heighten his fancy a subject adequate himself and his whole quire of daughters Your self being extant well may show How far a moderne quill doth come too short Speaking of worth Fame that hath undertook your name to blaze Plaies but the envious huswife of your praise Alone in him was nature prodigal Of so divine and rich a temper wrought As heaven for him perfections depth had sought The best whilst thou art here Compar'd with thee like men scarce made appear That curious form made of an earth refin'd At whose blest birth the gentle planets shin'd With faire aspects and sent a glorious flame To animate so beautiful a frame The darling of the Gods and men All that dare believe report admire Bright honours great example Seems not a man but vertues name Though all might boldly none could justly blame him In whom consists all that The heavens have rais'd to a perfection Parts beyond the degree of admiration One that whosoever will praise well Must first set down with himselfe what it is to be excellent for so she is All that beheld him and all that might behold him did behold him made their eyes quick messengers to their minds to tell them they had seen the uttermost could be seen Of whom all expected as much as human nature could bring forth and his vertue will not let their expectation be deceived The senate-house of the planets were never so set to decree perfection in man Of whose high praise and praiseful blisse Goodnesse the pen heaven the paper is The inke immortal fame doth lend If ever vertue tooke a body to shew its else unconceiveable beauty it was in N. M. Where truth it self must speak like flattery It is
Tied to their friends by th'teeth The very aire of him whom he observes Blowes off his cap. A soul ground into oylie colours Stretching each thing even to divinity That doth enforce An empty laughter in a vain discourse Which put so large a distance betwixt the tongue and the heart that they are seldome relatives That haâ— the Heliotropian quality of the Tulip and Marigold following the motion of the sun opening and shutting with him None hath better command of rain and sun-shine in his face to smile and weep at pleasure That wear their faces to the bent Of others looks The gilding flatterer that doth torment His active lunges t' endeavour a consent And eccho to anothers speech The picture of a friend Following them whose fortunes may tempt his paines to deceive them He is before hand with your thoughts and able to suggest them unto you He will commend to you first what he knowes you like and haâ—h alwaies some absurd story or other of your enemy and then wonders how your two opinions should so jump in one man His worst chiding is his most earnest commendation You are but too good too honest c. Most active in the worst diligences It is an happinesse not to discover him For as long as you are happy you shall not Flora. The summers Queen The Lady of the flowers The painted wife of spicie Zeplryrus Zephyritis Chloris Flowers The golden tufts within a silver crown Dazie Kind natures neatest huswifery The gaudy issue of the spring The summers pride The fresh springs gaudy hue The beauteous children of the spring Flora's embroidery checker work richest stock The spicie infants of the spring The fading issue of the spring Earths embroidery diapery enamelling The valleys quaint enameld eies That on the ground turâ—e suck the honeyed showers And purple all the ground with vernal flowers The livery of the spring The painted bravery of the spring The moâ—ly meadowes glory and delight The earths stars Guilded bosses The flowry graces of the smiling spring The summers gaudy gallantry The checkered pavement of the greens The flowry tufts Flora's bracelets beads The terrestial galaxie Flora's richest tapestry A mine of flowers Natures drapery The beauties of the spring Which lay down their heads At soome trees roots on mossie feather beds The smiling beauties of the buxome spring The gemmes on Flora's haire Proclaimers of the spring The trimming laces of Flora's mantle The treasures of the wanton spring The curious weaving of the spring The painted glories of the spring Everlasting Muskmillions Sweet William Time Maiden-blush Peagle Tulip Oxlops Lady-smock Sops in wine Start up and kisse me Sweet Bâ—sil Marjâ—â—um tufted Daizy six-leav'd Primrose True-love Lâ—ly azure Hare-bell Rose yellow King-câ—p tawny Columbine Orange-tawny Marigold Pansie Cowslip Hony-suckle Violeâ— Piony Monks-hood Buglosse Pinke Bears-foot Batchlours button Burrage Crow-foot Crow-toes Daffadil Dendelion Priest-crown Eglantine Gdle-flower Flower-deluce Hearts-â—ase London-button Lady-gloves Liricumphancy Rose-parsley Wake-Robin Rose-mary Prick-madam Rocket-gallant Capons-taile Shepheards-pouch Tansie Sow-thistles yaâ—row nose-bleed Wood-binâ— To Fly To swim to glide to spin to spring To break the aire with nimble â—wing With wing'd ascent springs through the boundlessâ— aire Shoots through the aire Sweeps the aire To cut through the uâ—enclosed aire Swims through the airy main with â—eathered finnes Then swiâ—tly through the yeelding aire they glidâ— To strike airy rings His tossed feathers chafe the wandring aire Waving his wings through airy regions glides Through aire they ply with an industrious wing And spread their shady pâ—nions And with wing'd nerves swim through the clustering clouds And with a swooping flight glide through the aire With nimble wing they cleave the flitting skie Tâ—rough aire they spring Spreading the pinions of their nimble wing Sailing upon the bosome of the skie Swâ—mming upon the bosome of the aire To make wing To keep Hold wing Unto the aire their feathered sailes they yeild And row with plumy oares To Fly away v. Swift Arethuâ—a sled So from the river that her ravâ—shed Such was chast Daphne's flight Shunning the dalliance of the God of ligh Recommends the protection of his life to his â—eer As trembling doves the swooping eagle flâ—e Or a young lamb when he the wolfe â—spies As panting doves the eager â—awke eschewes Or eager hawke the panting dove pursues Foole. The most arrant dotish clown that ever was without the priviledge of a bable A simple nothing His behaviour such it is beyond the degree of ridiculous Looks like an ape that had newly taken a purgation A subject â—it to be the stale of laughter A subject able to justifie excessive laughter Over whom contempt may make a just challenge A motly thick-brain Not well furnisht in his upper roomes Whose wit is turn'd the seam-side outward Pity nature was ere at leasure to make him A drum that every one may play on No more brains than a butter-fly Whose tongue is the gentleman usher to his wit and still goes before it A mere stuft sute Looks like a musty bottle new wicker'd his head the coâ—ke for it A most Catholick cocks-combe One fit to drink good store Of pure unmixt brain-purging Helebore A child at mans estate One whome nature hudled up in hast and left his best part unfinished The rest of him is grown to be a man only his brains stay behind That hath nothing to prove him a man but his shape Forehead v. Brow Forehead fair as summers face Built upon two ivory arches The mount of bleached snow Beauties spheare A thousand several graces mooving there Clear promontory where sweet violets grow Forget â—â—e drink oblivion to forget her name Under oblivions rusty keyes conceal'd To lock out of remembrance In Lethe drowned Inhospitable memory Which can no longer entertainment find Within the memory Exiled from all the confines of Memory Cancell'd from all the books of memory He need not learn that art Tâ—emistocles so much desired Blotted out of the souls great registers Dâ—vâ—sted of remembrance He that forgot his name may sooner this remember As winter torrents tumbling from on high Wast with their speed and leave their channels dry So run from my remembruncâ— Fortune The worlds imperious Queen Blind inconstant Goddess Great arbitresse of humane things Constant in nothing but inconstancie The only rebellious handmaid against vertue Inconstant Queen of humane state Rectresse of actions arbitresse of fate To whom all sway all power all empire boweâ— That stands upon her golden ball And makes the world her toy to play withal That tottering stands upon her rolling wheele Which in triumphant pride In chariots drawn by blinded horses rides Rackets with man as with her tennis ball That this day raiseth to a crowne Whom she the next day tumbleâ—h down Fortunate v. Happy Whose souls are only troubled how to bear the burthen of their blisse Envie put out thine eyes least thou shouldst see The Oceans of delight that flow in me Fortunes eldest son and heir Fortunes white
that hinders the quick busie the eye From reading ore the face Beauties defence vaile of deformitie May v. Spring Flowers When the Eâ—sterne morne Doth with her summer robes the plaines adorne And hangs on every bush a liquid pearle Triumphant month Tâ—e gaudy Queene Whose early breaking day Calls Ladies from their easie beds to view Sweet Mâ—ia'â— pride and the discoloured hiew Of dewie brested Flora. Who from her green lap throwes The yâ—llow cowslâ—p and the pale primrose The month that doth inspire Mirâ—h and youth and waâ—me desire Woods and groves are of her dressing Hill and dale doe boast her blessing Medea That great enchantresse which once took such paines To force young blood in Aesons withered veines And from groves mountains hâ—lls and moorish fenns Us'd all the heaâ—bs oâ—dain'd for th' use of men And in the powerful potion that she makes Puts blood of men of birds of beasts of snakes The Colchion Queen Jasons deserted wife She that the â—aste to stay Of her pâ—rsuing father in the way Strow'd her torne brothers limbs Helpt by whose charmes Jason brought once to Greece The weâ—lthy purchase of the golden fleece v. Ovids Metam lib. 7. Medusa The snake-hair'd mother of the winged steed The sterne eyed Gorgon which could turne to stone All that her view'd Whose hoâ—rid shape Perseus did safely eye In his bright Targets clear refulgencie Her gastly head he from her shoulders took Ere heavy sleep her and her snakes forsook And thence Chrysaor and his winged brother Sprung from the blood of their new slaughtered mother Whose passing beauty was the only scope Of mens affections and their onely hope Yet was not any part of her more rare So say they that have seen her than her haire Whom Neptune in Minerva's fane comprest Joves daughter with the Aegis on her brest Hid her chast blushes and due vengeance takes By turning of the Gorgons hairs to snakes Melancholy Whose armes infolding tie A drowsie knot upon his carelesse breast Whom inward melancholy hath made weary Of the worlds eyâ—s So retired and solitary as if his only comfort were the want of a comforter Hands indented one with another Onely rich in unfortunate remembrances to whose heart even trifling nâ—i fortunes come To make up the roll of a griev'd memory Speaking by piecemeales as if the tempest of passion unorderly blew out his words As melancholy as a gyb'd cat as a lodge in a warren as a snaile as an hoblouse or a lug'd bear Gâ—ven â—vâ—r to silence and sadnâ—sse Sorrow is made by custome so habitual 'T is now part of his nature Melancholy the worst natural parasite whosoever feeds him shall nâ—ver be rid of him With his hat like a penthouse ore the shop of his eyes and his arms a crosse his thin bellied doublet like a rabit on a spit sitting like patience on a monument smiling at griefe That surly spirit That bakes the blood and makes it grosse and thick Dropping his tears upon one place As if he meant to fret himselfe a grave Drooping like over-ripened corne Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load Fixing his eyes upon the sullen earth That looks on all things as the history of Japan or the affaires of another world All whose pleasure is dependant Upon exteriour divertisements One fallen cut with the world and therefore resolves to be reveng'd of himself Fortune hath denied him in somâ—thing and he takes pet and will be miserable in spite An arch enemy to an hatband He is much displeased to see men merry and wonders what they can find to laugh at He never drawes his lips above a smile and frownes wrinke him before forty Loathed melancholy of Cerberus and blackest midnight borne Melt The pliant wax melts not before the fire With such submission nor the grassie spire Crusted with ice before the thawing ray Which Phaebus darts when he divides the day Into its equal halfes Like wax before the scorching flame Or snow before the sun Like waxen statues which the witches frame When they are roasted by the charmed flame Like melting bullets by the slinger cast Melts away Like ice before the suns dissolving ray As floods which frosts in â—cie fetters bind Thaw with the approaching sun or southern wind So the Hymeâ—â—â—an wax Relents with heat which chaâ—ing thumbes reduce To plâ—ant formes Memory The eyes true register The peasants booke Times wealthy treasurer Warder of the brain The souls stomach Treasure house of the mind Mother of the Muses Mother of experience The souls exchequer Merhhants Sons of Avarice who but to share â—â—certain treasure with a certain care â—â—mpt death in the horrid Ocean That proudly plough the troubled Maine That climbe steepe mountains for the sparkling stone â—â—rcing the center for the shining oare And the Oceans bosome to rake pearly sands Crâ—ssing the torrid and the frozen zone â—idst rocks and swallowing gulfes for gainful trade The embarked traders on the floods Who by trading claspe the â—sland to the continent and â—â—â—k one country to another Those excellent Cardiners making their own country â—â—ing forth all things Deceitful merchants take a mans purse and never bid him stand Mercurie Joves son of fulgent Pleias bred Joves winged pursuiâ—ant Atlantiades The God that bears the drowsie rod. Cyllenius The winged legate of the Gods Joves winged Herald Embassadour Maâ—a's craâ—ty son He that swaies the Caduceus Pleionâ—'s Nâ—phew Heavens verger The faithful messenger to Joves designes Heavens considerate spie The Argus-killing God The crafty God that bears the rod of gold The quaint tongu'd issue of great Atlas race Heavens pursurvant whose brawny armes extend The wing'd Caducâ—us Great Atlas daughters son The interpreter of the Gods He that some ghosts do call from hell And others drives unto that darksome cell Wâ—th winged feet that traceth through the aire Merry v. Glad Joy I do not feele the weight of clay about me I am all aire or of some quicker element I have purg'd out all that was earth about me And walk as free a soul as in the separation Oâ—e whose heart stands on the wind side of care Never sad but when she sleeps and that is oft too broke with laughing Meteors Comets That play their fiery friscolls in the aire The glozing meteors in a starry night Prankt with the bristles of anothers light Milke The infants wine The whiter blood Te nectar of the dugge Milkey way By which the Gods resort Unto th' Almighty Thunderers high Court With ever open doores on either hand Of nobler deiâ—ies the houses stand The vulgar dwell disperst the chief and great In front of all their shining mansions sheate The star-enamâ—l'd Galaxie Heavens Watling street Hevens regent walks Fram'd of many namelesse stars The milke which gusht from Juno's Whiter breast In heaven that splendent paâ—h and circle drew From whence the name as erst the colour grew And troops of unseen stars there joyne their light And with united splendour shine more bright And souls of Heroes from
flime Are bred might all have been combin'd in him Nor could Medusa's head had all the blood In one place faln produce a greater brood Whose speckled belly with more spots is deckt Than various Theban Marble takes Ennamell'd skin Which hissing from his den appears Amazing both at once the eyes and ears Fire from his threatning eyes like lightning shoâ— And Stygian blasts exhal'd from his dire throat Snow In silver flakes an heavenly wooll doth fall The feather'd rain The hoarie heaps The silver gray which shivering winter beaâ—s The falling showers congeal'd by freezing winds Cold down that makes the fields look old The drift wind shakes Black clouds in pâ—eces pulling plumie flâ—kes From their soft bosome Jove in a silver shower The watry fleece Snow periwigs the hills v. Winter Socrates He whom Apollo wisesâ— thought of men Sophroniscus prudent son The grave Philoâ—opher Whom the cold draught of hemlock forc'd to die Plato's great master The Masons learned son Xenocrates great master Instructor of the learned Xenophon The patient husband of the scolding wife Xantippes patient husband Whose Copper image Athens did adore Admiring dead whom they contemn'd before Who with convicting reasons did strike dumb Instructed by his great Daemonium All his opponents The Pagan Martyr Soft As the childhood of the Morn As the lust full bed Soft as young down Trim'd up and made for Queen Semiramis To whose soft seisure The cygnets down is haâ—sh and spirit of sence Hard as the plowmans hand Soft as the down of Sâ—vans Have you felt the wool of Beaver Or the nap of velvet ever Or the down of thistles These it doth excell as much 〈◊〉 the softnesse of the touch As they do urchins bristles â—â—ft as the airie plumes of thistly down â—oft as Euganean wooll Soft as the Ladies hand â—oft as the velvet hand of sleep â—s bath'd in the soft streams of Salmacis Of a yielding pliancy Soft as the pliant wax â—ofter far than tufts of unwrought silk â—ofter than Beavers skins Which when the hands do touch they find from thence â—â—ch pleasure they contract and lose all sâ—nce Soft as the balmie dew Soft as the hand of love Soft as the godded swan or Venus dove Soft as the down of Phoenix As cotton from the Indian tree Or prety silkworms huswiferâ— Sorrowfull v. Sad. Melancholy Setting forth in a darkned countenance a dolefull copie of his â—â—oughts and that he was going to speak Carrying in his countenance the evident marks of a sorrowfull â—eak mind supported by a weak body An heart full of unquiet motions â—â—king a piteous war with her faiâ— hair With such vehemency of passion as if his heart would climb up â—â—to his mouth to take his tongues office As if he were but the coffin to carry himself to his sepulcher Sâ—asoning his words with sighs A face wherein there lies Clusters of clouds which no calm ever clears Whose every gesture accused her of sorrow Inâ—ecting each thing she looks upon so with her griefs that all â—hings about her seem'd to mourn to see her In whose eyes sad discontentment sits Bearing a plurisie of griefs about her A living coffin to her cares In silent sorrow drown'd Excesse of sorrow scarce gives way To the relief of words Anchor'd down with cares in seas of woe A living coarse Suffering sorrow to dresse her self in her beauty Shunning all comfort she seem'd to have no delight but in â—â— king her self the picture of misery Bearing sorrows triumph in her heart His senses carried to his mind no delight from any of thâ— objects In the book of beauty nothing to be read but sorrow Sitting in such a gâ—vâ—n over manner one would have thoughâ— lence solitarinesse and melancholy were come under the ensâ— of mishap to conquer delight and drive him from his naturall â—â— of beauty Giving grief a free dominion A face whose skin 's in sorrow dy'd With a countenance witnessing she had before hand passed throâ—â— so many sorrows that she had no new to look for Sorrow melts down his lead into my boyling breast An heart as full of sorrow as the sea of sand Sits her down on the bare earth As her grief and sorrow were so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Could hold it up Grieving no lesse than did that Theban wife To see brave Hectors body robb'd of life Drawn by Theflaliâ—n hoâ—ses Whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars and makes them stand As wonder wounded hearers So Priam griev'd when â—e too late did find The Grecian horse with armed men was lin'd Sad Agamemnon had such eyes When he beheld his daughters sacrifice Distilling even th' Elixar and the spirit of tears And mov'd without a soul So swift Achilles lookt then when he sent His lov'd Briseis to Alcides tent Deep sorrow sat upon his eyes drown'd in discontent Whose heavy heart the height of sorrow crown'd Tears were but barren shadows to expresse The substance of his grief Vail'd with sorrows wing A heart as high in sorrow as ere creature wore And with a voice that floods from rocks might borrow That feels a tempest in his soul the soul eclipsed With a face as sad grief could paint wanting no art to borrow â—â—edlesse help to counterfeit a sorrow â—â—ing beneath the tyranny of grief â—â—ds still some pitying God 〈◊〉 him to marble â—â—aetontiades Niobe Orpheus for Euridice Andromache Hector and Astianax Egeus for Theseus supposed dead 〈◊〉 for her sons Daedalus for Icarus Progne â—â—gone leading her blind father Oedipus Autonoe for Actaeon â—â— compared with this sorrow deserve not the names of grief V. Miserable Tears Sighs Weep Souldier v. Valiant That layes his head â—â—aps on some rude turf and sadly feels â—â— nights cold damps wrapt in a sheet of steel Whose ears â—â—cted in the language of the drum â—â— chase brave employments with their naked sword â—â— march all day in massie steel the armed throng â—â— glory vying child of fame â—â— from deep wounds sucks forth an honour'd name â—â— thinks no purchase worth the stile of good â—â— what is sold for sweat and seal'd with blood â—â— for a point a blast of empty breath â—â—aunted gazeth in the face of death 〈◊〉 perfume their heads with dust and sweat Though his sword went faster than eye sight could follow it yet â—own judgement went still before it Wars dustie honours that 〈◊〉 â—â— by the genius of the camp â—â— husbandman of valour his sword the plough â—â—ming with more prints in his body than pence in his pocket â—â—t walks in clouds of powder and blue mists â—â—ead of wealthy bracelets on their wrists â—ear chain shot That in the field â—â— at a breach hath taken on his shield â—â— darts than Romane Sceva that hath spent â—ny a cold December in no tent â—â— such as earth and heaven make that hath been â—â—cept in iron plates not long time seen â—â—n whose body may be plainly told More wounds than his lank purse doth alms