must Be torturde with the racke of his owne frame For he that holds no faith shall finde no trust But sowing wrong is sure to reape the same Idem Cunning sinne being clad in vertues shape Flies much reproofe and many stormes doth scape D. Lodge Place for people people place and all for sinne decay vv vvarner To punish sinne is good it is no nay They wrecke not sinne but merit wrecke for sinne The fathers fault that wreake vpon the kin M. of M. The sinne to which a man by loue is driuen So much rhe rather ought to be forgiuen S. I. H. Slaunder Her face was vgly and her mouth distort Foming with poyson round about her gils In which her cursed tongue full sharpe and short Appeard like Aspes sting that closely kils Or cruelly does wound whom so she wils A distaffe in her other hand she had Vpon the which she litle spins but spils And faine to weaue false tales and leasings bad To throw amongst the gods which others had dispred Ed. Sp. Her nature is all goodnesse to abuse And causelesse crimes continually to frame With which she guiltlesse persons may abuse And stole away the crowne of her good name Ne euer knight so bold ne euer dame So chaste and loyall liu'd but she would striue With forged cause them falsly to defame Ne euer thing was done so well aliue But she with blame would blot and of due praise depriue Idem All like the stings of Asps that kill with smart Her spightfull words do pierce and wound the inner part Idem Foule canker of faire vertuous action Vile blaster of rhe fresh bloomes here on earth Enuies abhorred child detraction I. Marston Happie is he that liues in such a sort That need not feare the tongues of false report E. of S. The vulgar tongues are armed euermore With slaunderous brute to blemish the renowne Of vertuous dames which though at first it spring Of slender cause yet doth it swell so fast As in short space it filleth euery eare With swift report of vndeserued blame G. Gascoigne It euer hath bene knowne They other vertues scorne that doubt their owne S. Daniell No plaister heales a deadly poysoned sore No secret hid where slaunder keepes the dore M. Drayton Against bad tongues goodnesse cannot defend her Those be most free from faults they least will spare But prate of them whom they haue scantly knowne Iudging their humours to be like their owne S. I. H. Slaunder once set on foot though false is talkt in euery street VV. VVarner No wound with warlike hand of enemie Inflict with dint of sword so sore doth light As doth the poysonous sting which infamie Infuseth in the name of noble wight It neuer can recured be againe Ne all the skill which that immortall spright Of Podalyrius did in it retaine Can remedie such hurts such hurts are hellish paine Ed. Sp. A sprightly wit disdaines detraction I. Marston Backbiting pens and pens that sooth vp sinne â—nuious the one th' other clawbacks binne I. Syl. Sleepe Amidst a darke thicke wood there is a caue Whose entrance is with Iuie ouerspread They haue no light within nor none they craue â—ere Sleepe doth couch her ouerdrowsie head â—nd sloath lies by that seemes the goute to haue â—nd Idlenes not so well taught as fed â—hey point forgetfulnes the gate to keepe â—hat none come out or in to hinder Sleepe â—he knowes no meanes of men ne none will learne â—heir messages she list not vnderstand She knowes no busines doth her concerne Silence is Sentinell of all this band And vnto those he comming doth discerne To come too neere he beckens with his hand He treadeth soft his shooes are made of felt His garment short and girded with a belt S. I. H. By care lay heauie sleepe the couzen of death Flat on the ground and still as any stone A very corps saue yeelding forth a breath Small keepe tooke he whom fortune frownd on Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne but as a liuing death So dead aliue of life he drew the breath M. Sack A drowsie head to earth by dull desire Draws downe the soule that should to heauen aspire Writing these later lines wearie well-nie Of sacred Pallas pleasing labour deare Mine humble chin saluteth oft my brest With an Ambrosian deawe mine eies possest By peece-meale close all moouing powers die still From my dull fingers drops my fainting quill Downe in my sloath-bound bed againe I shrinke And in darke Laethe all deepe cares I sinke I. Syl. Solitarinesse Sweete solitarie life thou true repose Wherein the wise contemplate heauen aright In thee no dread of warre or worldly foes In thee no pompe seduceth mortall sight In thee no wanton eares to winne with words Nor lurking toies which silly life affords D.L. Souldiers O Souldiers enuie neere ally to Kings Maiesticke humour carefull iealous thought Thou which awak'st vs from ignoble things A passion nearest to a godhead brought Onely indefinite to whom none brings Limit or bound thou greater then our thought Who holds thee holds a power to make him able Who looses then becomes most miserable I. Mark None is so poore of sence and eine To whom a souldier doth not shine G. Chap. No elegancie can bewtifie A shamelesse lumpe of gluttonie His heart sweete Cupids tents reiects That onely meate and drinke affects O Flora all mens intellects Know souldiers power such respects Meere helpes for need his minde sufficeth Dull sleepe and surfets he despiseth Loues trumpe his temples exerciseth Courage and loue his life compriseth Idem Soule He that spread the skies And fixt the earth first form'd the soule in man This true Prometheus first made men of earth And shead in him a beame of heauenly fier Now in their mothers wombes before their birth Doth in all sonnes of men their soules inspire And as Minerua is in fables fainde From Ioue without an other to proceed So our true Ioue without an others aide Doth daily millions of Mineruaes breed I Dauies Like as the sunne aboue the light doth bring Though we behold it in the aire belowe So from the eternall light the soule doth spring Though in the body she her powers do showe Idem The soule a substance and a body is Which God himselfe doth in the body make Which makes the man or euery man from this The nature of a man and name doth take And though the spirit be to the body knit As an apt meane her power to exercise Which are life motion sense and will and wit Yet she suruiues although the body dies Shee is a substance and a reall thing Which hath it selfe an actuall working might Which neither from the senses power doth spring Nor from the bodies humours tempered right She is a vine which doth no propping need To make her spread her selfe or spring vpright She is a starre whose beames do not proceed From any sinne but from a natiue light Idem She is
a spirit and an heauenly influence Which from the fountaine of Gods spirit doth flowe Shee 's a spirit yet not like aire nor winde Nor like the spirits about the heart or braine Nor like the spirits which Alchimists definde When they in euery thing seeke gold in vaine Idem To shew her powerfull deitie Her sweete Endimion more to beautifie Into his soule the goddesse doth infuse The fierie Nature of an heauenly Muse Which the spirit labouring by the mind Partaketh of celestiall things by kind For why the soule being diuine alone Exempt from grosse and vild corruption Of heauenly secrets incomprehensible Of which the dull flesh is not sensible And by one onely powerfull facultie Yet gouerneth a multiplicitie Being essentiall vniforme in all Not to be seuered or diuiduall But in her function holdeth her estate By powers diuine in her ingenerate And so by inspiration conceiueth What heauen to her by diuination breatheth M. Drayton Like as the soule doth rule the earthlie masse And all the seruice of the body frame So loue of soule doth loue of body passe No lesse then perfect gold surmounts the meanest brasse Ed. Spencer Euerie good motion that the soule awakes A heauenly figure sees from whence it takes That sweetelesse bloome which by power of kinde Formes like it selfe an image of the mind And in our faith the operations be Of that diuinesse which by fayth wee see Which neuer erres but accidentally By our fraile fleshes in becilitie By each temptation ouer-apt to slide Except our spirit becomes our bodyes guide For as our bodyes prisons bee the towres So to our soules these bodyes be of ours Whose fleshly walles hinder that heauenly light As these stone walles depriue our wished sight Idem As Phoebus throwes His beames abroade though hee in clouds bee clos'd Still glauncing by them till she finde oppos'd A loose and rorid vapour that is fit T'euent his searching beames and vseth it To forme a twentie coloured eie Cast in a circle round about the skie So when our fierie soule our bodies starre That euer is in motion circular Conceiues a form in seeking to display it Through all our cloudy parts it doth conuey it Forth at the eye as the most pregnant place And that reflects it round about the face Idem Like as the moysture which the thirstie earth Sucks from the Sea to fill her emptie vaines From out her wombe at last doth take a birth And runnes a nymph along the grassie plaines Long doth shee stay as loth to leaue the land From whose soft side she first did issue make She tasts all places turnes to euerie hand Her flowing bankes vnwilling to forsake Yet nature so her streames doth leade and carrie As that her course doth make no finall stay Till shee her selfe vnto the Ocean marrie Within whose watrie bosome first shee lay Euen so our soule within this earthly mould The spirit doth secretly infuse Because at first shee doth the earth behold And onely this materiall world shee viewes At first our mother earth shee holdeth deere And doth imbrace the world and worldly things She flies close to the ground and houers heere And mounts not vp with her celestiall wings Yet vnder heauen shee cannot light on ought That with her heauenly nature doth agree She cannot rest she cannot fixe her thought She cannot in this world contented bee I. Dauies When the soule findes heere no true content And like Noahs Doue can no sure footing take She doth returne from whence shee first was sent And flies to him that first her wings did make Idem Heuen waxeth old and all the spheres aboue Shall one day faynt and their swift motion stay And time it selfe shall cease in time to mooue Onely the soule suruiues and liues for aye Idem When as the soule is drowned once in vice The sweete of sinne makes hell a Paradice M Drayton â—s is the fable of the Lady faire VVhich for her lust was turnde into a cow VVhen thirstie to a streame she did repaire And saw her selfe transformde she knew not how At first she startles and she stands amazd And loathes the watry glasse wherein she gazd At last for terror she from thence doth flie And shunnes it still though she for thirst doe die Euen so mans soule which did Gods image beare And was at first faire good and spotlesse pure Since with her sinnes her beauties blotted were Doth of all sights her owne sight least indure For euen at first reflecting she espies Such strange Chimeraes and such monsters there Such toyes such antickes and such vanities As she retyres and shrinks for shame and feare I. Dauis Euen as the man loues least at home to bee That hath a sluttish house haunted with spirits So she impatient her owne faults to see Turnes from her selfe and in strange things delights Idem T is a sacred cure To salue the soules dread wounds omnipotent That nature is that cures the impotent Euen in a moment sure grace is infusde By diuine fauour nor by actions vsde Which is as permanent as heauens blisse To them that haue it then no habit is I. Marston That learned Father which so firmely prooues The soule of man immortall and diuine And doth the seuerall offices define Anima Giues her that name as she the body moues Amor. Then is shee loue imbracing charitie Animus Mouing a will in vs it is the mind Mens Retaining knowledge still the same in kind Memoria As intellectuall it is the memorie Ratio In iudging Reason onely is her name Sensus In speedie apprehension it is Sence Conscientia In right or wrong men call her Conscience Spiritus The Spirit when to Godward it doth inflame These of the soule the seuerall functions bee M. Drayton Like as two bellowes blowne turne by turne By little and little make cold coles to burne And then their fire inflamde with glowing heate An iron barre which on the Anuile beate Seemes no more yron but flies almost all In hissing sparkles and quicke-bright cinders small So the worlds soule should in our soule inspire Th' eternall force of an eternall fire And then our soule as forme breathe in our corse Her countlesse numbers and heauens turned force Wherewith our bodyes beautie beautified Should like our deathlesse soule haue neuer died I. Syluester Of Sorrow In blacke all clad there fell before my face A ptiteous wight whom woe had all forewast Forth on her eyes the cristall teares out brast And sighing fore her hands shee wrung and fold Tare all her haire that ruth was to behold Her body small sore withered and fore spent As is the stalke that summers drought opprest Her welked face with wofull teares besprent Her colour pale as it seemed her best In woe and plaint reposed was her rest And as the stone that drops of water weares So dented were her cheekes with fall of teares Her eyes swollen with flowing streames afloate Wherewith her lookes throwne vp full pitiously Her
body thin and bare as any bone Whereto was left nought but the case alone And that alas was gnawne on euery where All full of holes that I ne mought refraine From teares to see how she her armes could teare And with her teeth gnash on her bones in vaine When all for nought she faine would so sustaine Her staruen corps that rather seem'd a shade Then any substance of a creature made Great was her force whom stone walles could not stay Her tearing nayles snatching at all she sawe With gaping iawes that by no meanes y may Be satisfied from hunger of her mawe But eates her selfe as she that hath no lawe Gnawing alas her carkas all in vaine While you may count each sinew bone and vaine On her while we thus firmly fixt our eie That bled for â—uth of such a drery sight Lo suddenly she shrikte in so huge wise As made hell gates to shiuer with the might Where with a dart we sawe how it did light Right on his brest and therewithall pale death Enthrilling it to reaue her of her breath M. Sackuile Meane cates are welcome still to hungry guests B. Ioh. Fancie Fancie we feele includes all passions might S. Phil. Sydney Fancie by kind with reason striueth still Th. Watson Vid. loue Fate What God hath said that cannot but ensue Though all the world would haue it ouerthrowne When men suppose by fetches of their owne To flie their Fate they further on the same Like blasts of winde which oft reuiue the flame M. of M. The heauens do rule in their continuall course That yeelds to Fate that doth not yeeld to force M. Drayton Chaunce is vncertaine fortune double faced Ed. Fairfax Transl Demogorgon ruler of the Fates R. Greene. The Fates can make Waie for themselues their purpose to pertake Ed. Spencer What the Fates do once decree Not all the gods can chaunge nor Ioue himself can free Idem The lawes of Fate Being grau'n in steele must stand inuiolate Th. Dekkar Who can escape what his owne Fate hath wrought The work of heauens wil surpasse all humane thought Ed. Spencer Who can deceiue his destenie Or weene by warning to auoid his Fate That when he sleepes in more securitie And safest seemes him soonest doth amate And findeth due effect or soone or late So feeble is the power of fleshly arme Idem Indeed the Fates are firme And may not shrinke though all the word do shake Yet ought mens good endeuours them confirme And guide the heauenly causes to their coÌ„stant terme Idem Each man they say his Fate hath in his hands And what he makes or marres to leese or saue Of good or euil is euen selfe do selfe haue I. H. M. of M. The Fates farre off foreseene come gently neare M. Drayton Our Fate is not preuented though fore-knowne For that must hap decreed by heauenly powers Who worke our fall yet make the fault still ours S. Daniell Fate Keeps in eternall darke our fortunes hidden And ere they come to know them t is forbidden Idem All men are men in ignorance of Fate To alter chance exceedeth humane state I. Markham The heauens do rule in their continuall course That yeelds to Fate that doth not yeeld to force M. Drayton Feare Feare all arm'd from top to toe Yet thought himselfe not safe enough thereby But fear'd each shadow mouing too and fro And his owne armes whom glistering he did spie Or clashing heard he fast away did flie As ashes pale of hew and winghie heeld And euermore on danger fixt his eie Gainst whom he alwaies bent a brazen sheeld Which his right hand vnarmed faithfully did weeld Ed. Spencer Who so for fickle feare from vertue shrinkes Shall in his life imbrace no worthy thing No mortall man the cup of suretie drinkes S. Phil. Sid. Feare is more paine then is the paine it feares Disarming humane minds of natiue might Where each conceit an vgly figure beares Which were not euil well viewd in reasons light Idem The gift being great the feare doth still exceed And extreame feare can neither fight nor flie But cowardlike with trembling terror die W. Shakespeare The feare of ill exceeds the ill we feare Ed. Fairfax Transl Feare lendeth wings to aged folke to flie And made them mount to places that were hie Feare made the wofull child to waile and weepe For want of speed on foote and hands to creepe Th. Hudson Transl Feare in a fearefull heart frets more then plagues that he feareth A. Fraunce Feare that is wiser then the truth doth ill S. D. Feare casts too deepe and neuer is too wise Idem In vaine with terror is he fortified That is not guarded with firme loue beside Idem A fearefull thing to tumble from a throne M. Drayton Where crowned might crossed right so near togither dwel Behoues that forrest flying feare whereof the Foxe doth tel Our factious Lancaster Yorke thereof could witnes wel VV. Warner Thunder affrights the Infants in the schooles And threatnings are the conquerors of fooles I. Markham Whom feare constraines to praise their Princes deeds That feare eternall hatted in them feeds R. Greene. Feare misinterprets things each angury The worser way he fondly doth imply Weaknes is false and faith in cowards rare Feare findes our shifts timitidie is subtill S. Daniell T is incident to those whom many feare Many to them more greeuous hate to beare M. Drayton He whom all men feare Feareth all men euery where Hate inforcing them thereto Maketh many vndertake Many things they would not do Th. Kyd. The only good that growes of passed feare Is to be wise and ware of like againe Ed. Spencer A man to feare a womans moodie eire Makes reason lie a slaue to seruile feare S. Ph. Sydney Nothing seene fearefull we the most should feare Great amistes rise before the greatest raine The water deep'st where we least murmure heare In fairest Cups men temper deadliest baine The nearer night the ayre more cleare and still The nearer to one deaths least fearing ill M. Drayton Bloodlesse trustlesse witlesse feare That like an Aspen tree trembles each where She leads blacke terror and blacke clownish shame And drowsie sloth that counterfeiteth lame With snailelike motion measuring the ground Foule sluggish drone barren but sinne to breed Diseased begger steru'd with wilfull need I. S. Transl The feare of euill doth affright vs more Then th' euill it selfe though it seeme nere so sore Fortitude Rich buskind Seneca that did declaime And first in Rome our tragicke pompe compile Saith Fortitude is that which in extreame And certaine hazard all base feare exile It guides saith he the noble minde from farre Through frost and fire to conquer honours warre I. Markham Honey tong'd Tully Marmaid of our eares Affirmes no force can force true Fortitude It with out bodies no communion beares The soule and spirit soly it doth include It is that part of honestie which reares The heart to heauen and euer doth
to want on in subiectiue dutie I. Weeuer Wayward Beauty doth not fancy moue A frowne forbids a smile ingendreth loue Ed. Fairfax Transl What els is forme but fading aire Yea oft because assaulted of it hurteth to be faire VV. VVarner Full soone the fairest face would cease from being such If not preserued curiously from tendring more then much That wondrous patterne where soeuer it bee Whether in earth laid vp in secret store Or els in heauen that no man may it see With sinfull eies for feare it to deflore Is perfect Beautie which all men adore Whose face and feature doth so far excell All mortall sence that none the same may tell Ed. Spencer O Beautie how attractiue is thy power For as the liues heat clings about the hart So all mens hungry eyes do haunt thy bower Raigning in Greece Troy swumme to thee in art Remoued to Troy Greece followed thee in feares Thou drewest ech syrelesse sword ech childlesse dart And puldst the Towers of Troy about thine eares G. Chapman Varietie of Beauties The harbingers of lust his amorous eyes did walke More clogd with chaÌ„ge of Beauties theÌ„ K. Midas once witâ— gold Now this now that and one by one he did them all behold This seemed faire that as faire and letting either passe A third he thought a proper girle a fourth a pleasant lasse Louely the fift liuely the sixt the seuenth a louely wench The eight of sweet complexion to the ninth he altereth theÌ„â—â— That mildly seem'd maiesticall tenth modest lookes toong The eleuenth could sweetly entertain the twelft was fresh yoong The next a gay brownetta next admir'd yoong And euery feature so intic't his intricate affection As liking all alike he lou'd confounded in election W. VVarner Banishment No Banishment can be to him assignde Who doth retaine a true resolued minde M. Drayton â—n exile euery man or bond or free Of noble race or meaner parentage â—s not in this vnlike vnto the slaue That must of force obey to each mans will And praise the peeuishnesse of each mans pride G. Gascoigne Transl Bashfulnesse So respected Was Bashfulnesse in Athens it erected To chast Agneia which is shamefastnesse A sacred temple holding her a goddesse G. Chapman Preferment sildome graceth Bashfulnesse Idem Let sobernesse be still thy wisedomes end Admitting what thou canst not comprehend I. Syluester Transl Blisse These dayes example hath deep written here Deep written in my heart with yron pen That Blisse may not abide in state of mortall men Ed. Spencer Doth sorrow fret thy soule ô direfull spirit Doth pleasure feed thy heart ô blessed man Hast thou bene happie once ô heauy plight Are thy mishaps forepast ô happie than Or hast thou blisse in eld ô blisse too late But hast thou blisse in youth ô sweet estate E. of O. Hard it is To immitate a false and forged blisse Ill may a sad mind forge a mery face Nor hath constrained laughter any grace G. Chapman Blisse not in height doth dwell Idem Quiet Blisse in no state lasteth long Assailed still by mischiefe many waies Whose spoyling battery glowing hote and strong No flowing wealth no force nor wisdome staies Her smoakelesse powder beaten souldiers slaies By open force foule mischiefe oft preuailes By secret sleight she sild her purpose failes I. H. of Magist Blessed the man that well can vse his blisse Ed. Spencer We think no greater blisse then such to be as be we would When blessed none but such as be the same as be they should VV. VVarner Our blisse consists not in possessions But in commaunding our affections In vertues choyce and vices needfull chace Far from our harts for staining of our face Tho. Kid. Bountie O sacred Bountie mother of content Proppe of renowne nourisher of Arts The crowne of hope the roote of good euent The trumpe of fame the ioy of noble hearts Grace of the heauens diuinitie in nature Whose excellence doth so adorne the creature M. Drayton On the other part was to be viewde His vertues each one by it selfe distinct Prudence and temperance and Fortitude And Iustice and a fift vnto these linckt So nie that who with it is not indued The rest may seeme blotted or quite extinct Bountie employed in giuing and in spending A speciall grace to all the other lending S. I. Harr. Transl Augustus Caesar was not such a Saint As Virgill maketh him by his description His loue of learning scuseth that complaint That men might iustly make of his proscriptionâ— Neither the shame that Neroes name doth taint Confirm'd now by a thousand yeares prescription Be e'ne as it is if he had had the wit To haue bene franke to such as Poems writ Idem This reason is the chiefe That wits decay because they want their hire For where no succour is nor no reliefe The very beasts will from such place retire Idem He is mad and worse That plaies the nigard with a Princes purse M. Drayton Care Another shape appeares Of greedy Care still brushing vp the knees His knuckles knobd his flesh deep dented in With tawed hands and hardy tanned skin The morrow gray no sooner hath begun To spred his light euen peeping in our eies When he is vp and to his worke yrunne But let the nights black mistie mantels rise And with foule darke neuer so much disguise The faire bright day yet ceaseth he no where But hath his candles to prolong his toyle M. Sackuill Rude was his garment and to rags all rent No better had he ne for better carde With blistered hands among the cynders brent And fingers filthy with long nayles vnpared Right for to rend the food on which he fared His name was Care a black Smyth by his trade That neither day nor night from working spared But to small purpose yron wedges made Those be vnquiet thoughts that woful minds inuade Ed. Spencer Care keepes his watch in euery olde mans eye And where Care lodges sleepe will neuer lie But where vnbruiz'd youth with vnstuft braine Doth couch his limbs there golden sleepe doth raine W. Shakespeare Care and suspition are faire Bewties dower M. Drayton Care the consuming canker of the minde The discord that disorders sweet-hearts tune Th' abortiue bastard of a coward minde The lightfoote lackie that runnes poste by death Bearing the leters which containe our end The busie aduocate that sells his breath Denouncing worst to him is most his frend H. Constable Charitie â—he was a woman in the freshest age Of wondrous bewtie and of bowntie rare With goodly grace and comely personage That was on earth not easie to compare â—ull of great loue But Cupids wanton snare As hel she hated chaste in worke and will Her necke and brest were euer open bare That aye thereof her babes might sucke their fill The rest was all in yealow robes araied still A multitude of babes about her hung Playing their sportes that ioyed her to behold Whom still she fed while they
exhailes And is the cause that oft the euening lowers When foggy mists enlarge their duskie sailes That his owne beames he in the cloudes impailes And either must extinguish his owne light Or by his vertue cause his proper right M. Drayton To be huge is to be deadly sicke I. Marston O blinded Greatnesse thou with thy turmoile Still selling happy life mak'st life a toile S. Daniel He that striues to manage mightie things Amidst his triumphes beares a troubled minde The greatest hope the greatest haruest brings And poore men in content there glory finde D. Lâ—dge The man that furthereth other men to thriue Of priuate greatnesse doth himselfe depriue Th. Storer Griefe Griefe all in sables sorrowfully clad Downe hanging his dull head with heauie cheare Yet inly beine more then seeming sad A paire of pincers in his hand he had With which he pinched people to the heart That from thenceforth a wretched life they lad In wilfull languor and consuming smart Dying each day with impair'd wounds of dolors dart Ed. Spencer Griefe onely makes his wretched state to see Euen like a toppe which nought but whipping moues This man this talking beast this walking tree Griefe is the stone which finest iudgements proues For who grieues not hath but a blockish braine Since cause of Griefe we cause from life remoues S. Ph. Sydney Griefes deadly sore Vnkindnes breeds vnkindnes fostereth hate Idem Griefe to it selfe most dreadfull doth appeare And neuer yet was sorrow voyd of feare But yet in death they both do hope the best M. Drayton Griefes be long liu'd and sorrowes seldome die Idem Griefe hath two tongues and neuer woman yet Could rule them both without tenne womens wit W. Shakespeare He oft findes medicine who his griefes imparts But double Griefe afflicts concealing harts As raging flames who striueth to suppresse Ed. Spencer Found neuer help who neuer could his griefe impart Idem No greater ease of heart the griefes to tell It daunteth all the dolours of the minde Our carefull hearts thereby great comfort finde I. H. Mir. of Mag. An Ouen that is stopt or Riuer staied Burneth more hotely swelleth with more rage So of concealed Griefe it may be said Free vent of words loues fier doth asswage But when the hearts atturney once is mute The Client breakes as desperate in his sute W. Shakespeare No one thing doth auaile man more To cure a griefe and perfectly to heale it Then if he do vnto some friends reueale it S. I. Harr. Transl Griefe it is inough to vexed wight To feele his fault and not be farther vext Fd. Spencer Some griefe shewes much of loue But much to griefe shewes still some want of wit W. Shakespeare Great griefe can not be told And can more easily be thought then found Ed. Sp. Paine Thou Paine the onely ghuest of loath'd constraint The child of curse mans weaknesse foster child Brother to woe and father of complaint Thou Paine thou loathed paine from heauen exild H. C. The scourge of life and deaths extreame disgrace The smoake of hel that monster 's called paine Idem The thing that grieuous were to do or beare Them to renew I wot breeds no delight Ed. Spencer True griefe is fond and testy as a childe Who wayward once his moode with nought agrees Old woes not infant sorrowes beare them milde Continuance tames the one the other wilde Like an vnpractiz'd swimmer plunging still With too much labour drownes for want of skill W. Shakespeare Paine paies the income of each precious thing W. Sh. Heauen From hence with grace and goodnesse compast round God ruleth blesseth keepeth all he wrought Aboue the aire the fire the sea and ground Our sense our wit our reason and our thought Where persons three with power and glory crownd Are all one God who made all things of nought Vnder whose feete subiected to his grace Sit nature fortune motion time and place This is the place from whence like smoake and dust Of this fraile world the wealth the pompe the power He tosseth humbleth turneth as he lust And guides our life our end our death and hower No eye how euer vertuous pure and iust Can view the brightnes of that glorious bower On euery side the blessed spirirs bee Equall in ioyes though differing in degree E. Fairfax Transl In this great temple richly bewtified Pau'd all with starres disperst on Saphire flower The Clarke is a pure Angell sanctified The Iudge our hie Messias full of power The Apostles his assistance euery hower The Iury Saints the verdit Innocent The Sentence Come ye blessed to my tent The speare that pierst his side the writing Pen Christes bloud the Inke red Inke for Princes name The vailes great breach the miracles for men The sight is shew of them that long dead came From their old graues restor'd to liuing fame And that last signet passing all the rest Our soules discharg'd by Consumatum est Here endlesse ioy is there perpetuall cheare Their exercise sweete songs of many parts Angells the quier whose symphonie to heare Is able to prouoke conceiuing harts To misconceiue of all inticing arts The dirty praise the subiect is the Lord That tunes their gladsome spirit to this accord Th. Storer What so the Heauens in their secret doombe Ordained haue how can fraile fleshly wight Forecast but it must needs to issue come Ed. Spencer What in the heauenly parliament aboue Is written by the finger of the first Mortalls may feele but neuer can remoue For they are subiect to the heauens worst I. Markham By mortall lawe the bond may be diuorced The heauens decrees by no meanes can be forced M. Drarton In vaine doth man contend against the Starres For what he seekes to make his wisedome marres S. Daniell Humane wishes neuer haue the power To hurt or hast the course of heauen one hower Th. Hudson Transl Experience proues and daily it is seene In vaine too vaine man striues against the heauens G. Gascoigne It is most true that eyes are bound to serue The inward part and that th'heauenly part Ought to be King from whose rules who doth swerue Rebelles to nature striue for their owne smart True that true bewtie vertue is indeed Whereof this bewtie can be but a shade Which elements with mortall mixture breed True that on earth we are but pilgrimes made And should in soule vp to our countrey moue S. Ph. Sydney Heauen is our home we are but straungers here M. Drayton The heauens earth and aire and seas and all Taught men to see but not to shunne their fall S. Daniell Things which presage both good and ill there bee Which heauen foreshewes yet will not let vs see M. Drayton From them comes good from them comes also ill That which they made who can them warne to spill Ed. Spencer In vaine be armes when heauen becomes thy foe Idem Looke when the heauens are to iustice bent All things be turn'd to our iust punishment Idem All powers
he chose to ride Arraid in habit black and amis thin Like to an holy Monke the seruice to begin Ed. Spencer Idlenesse pure innocence subuerts Defiles our bodie and our soule peruerts Yea soberest men it makes delicious To vertue dull to vice ingenious I. Syl. Transl Ill humours by excessiue ease are bred And sloath corrupts and choakes the vitall sprights It kills the memorie and hurts the sights D. Lodge Drowsie sloth that counterfeiteth lame With Snaile like motion measuâ—ing the ground Hauing her armes in willing fetters bound Foule sluggish drone barren but sinne to breed Diseased begger staru'd with sinfull need I. Siluester If thou flie Idlenesse Cupid hath no might His bowe lyeth broken his torch hath no light Ignorance At last with creeping crooked pace forth came An old old man with beard as white as snow That on a staffe his feeble limbs did frame And guide his weary gate both too and fro For his eye sight him failed long ago And on his arme a bunch of keyes he bore The which vnvsed rust did ouergrow But very vncouth sight was to behold How he did fashion his vntoward pace For aâ— he forward mou'd his footing old So backward still was turnd his wrinckled faceâ— Vnlike to men who euer as they trace Both feete and face one way are wont to lead His name Ignaro did his nature right aread Ed. Spencer Image of hellish horror Ignorance Borne in the bosome of the blacke abisse And fed with furies milke for sustenance Of his weake infancie begot amisse By gnawing sloth vpon his mother night So he his sonnes both Syre and brother hight Idem All is turned into wildernesse Whilest Ignorance the Muses doth oppresse Idem Hell and darknesse and the grisly graue Is Ignorance the enemy of grace That minds of men borne heauenly doth deface Idem T is nought but showes that Ignorance esteemes The thing possest is not the thing it seemes S. Daniell Great ill vpon desert doth chance When it doth passe by beastly Ignorance M. Dray Impatience Impatience ehangeth smoake to flame but iealousie to hell W. Warner Make not thy griefe too great by thy suppose Let not Impatience aggrauate thy woes D. Lodge Infamie To attempt hie daungers euident Without constraint or need is Infamie And honour turnes to rashnesse in th' euent And who so dares not caring how he dares Sells vertues name to purchase foolish cares I. Markham Reproach A vile disease that neuer time can cure M. Drayton Sinne in a chaine leades on her sister shame And both in giues fast fettered to defame Idem Thy name once foild incurable the blot Thy name defaste whch toucht with any staine And once supplanted neuer growes againe Gainst open shame no text can well be cited The blow once giuen cannot be euited M. Drayton Ingratitude Vnthankfulnesse is that great sin Which made the diuel and his angels fall Lost him and them the ioyes that they were in And now in hell detaines them bound and thrall S. I. Harr. Transl Thou hatefull monster base Ingratitude Soules mortall poyson deadly killing wound Deceitfull serpent seeking to delude Blacke loathsome ditch where all desert is drown'd Vile pestilence which all things doest confound At first created to no other end But to greeue those whom nothing could offend M. Drayton Ingratefull who is call'd the worst of ill is spoken S. Phil. Sidney T is true that slaue whom Pompey did promote Was he that first assaid to cut his throte D. Lodge Innocencie A plaint of guiltlesse hurt doth pierce the skie S. Phil. Sidney Sildome vntoucht doth Innocencie escape When errour commeth in good counsels shape A lawfull title counterchecks proud might The weakest things become strong props to right M. Drayton Pure Innocence sildome suspecteth ought Idem A guiltlesse mind doth easily deeme the best M. of M. The lyon licks the sores of filly wounded sheep The dead maÌ„s course doth cause the crocodile to weep The waues that wast the rocks refresh the rotteÌ„ weeds Such ruth the wrack of innocence in cruel creatures breeds M. of M. Well gaue that Iudge his doome vpon the death Of Titus Laelius that in bed was slaine When euery wight the cruell murder laith To his two sonnes that in his chamber laie That Iudge that by the proofe perceiueth plaine That they were found fast sleeping in their bed Hath deem'd them guiltlesse of this bloudy shed He thought it could not be that they which brake The lawes of God and man in such outrage Could so forth with themselues to rest betake He rather thought the horror and the rage Of such an hainous gilt could neuer swage Nor neuer suffer them to sleepe or rest Or dreadlesse breathe one breath out of their brest M. Sackuile Inconstancie Vnto the world such is Inconstancie As sappe to tree as apple to the eie D. Lodge Ioye All like as sicker as the end of woe is Ioye And glorious light to obscure night doth tend So extreame Ioy in extreame woe doth end M. of M. For why extreames are haps rackt out of course By violent might far swinged forth perforce Which as they are piercingst they violentest moue For that they are nere to cause that doth them shoue So soonest fall from that their highest extreame To th' other contrary that doth want of meane So laugh'd he erst that laughed out his breath Idem The pleasing meanes bode not the luckiest ends Nor aye found treasure to like pleasure tends Mirth meanes not mirth alwaies thrice happie lyne Of witte to shun th' excesse that all desire Idem Ioy lighteneth woe woe Ioy doth moderate M. Drayton Ioy is forgetfull weale thinkes not of woe Idem Ioy ascends but sorrow sinks below Ch. Fitz. Fruits follow flowers and sorrow greatest Ioyes As sudden griefe so sudden Ioy doth kill Th. Achelly The Romane widow died when she beheld Her sonne who erst she counted slaine in field G. Gascoigne Excessiue Ioy Leapeth and likes finding the Appian way Too strait for her whose sences all possesse All wished pleasure in all plenteousnesse I. Syluester Iniustice Iniustice neuer yet tooke lasting roote Nor held that long Impietie did winne S. Daniell So foule a thing ô thou Iniustice art That torment'st both the dooer and distrest For when a man hath done a wicked part O how he striues to excuse to make the best To shift the fault t'vnburden his chargde hart And glad to find the least surmise of rest And if he could make his seeme others sin O what repose what ease he findes therein Idem Iniustice neuer scapes vnpunisht still Though men reuenge not yet the heauens will Idem Iustice. Now when the world with sin gan to abound Astraea loathing longer here to space Mongst wicked men in whom no truth she found Returnd to heauen whence she deriu'd her race Where she hath now an euerlasting place Mongst those twelue signes which rightly we do see The heauens bright shining bawdrick to inchace And is the virgin sixt
a mightie building doth depend Which when the same is ouer-prest with waight And past his compasse forc't thereby to bend His massie roofe downe to the ground doth send Crushing the lesser part and murthering all Which stand within the compasse of his fall M. Drayton Too true that tyrant Dyonisyus Did picture out the image of a king When Damocles was placed in his throne And ore his head a threatning sword did hang Fastened vp only by a horses haire R. Greene. Kingdomes A rule there is not failing but most sure Kingdome no kin doth know â—e can endure M. of M. Thebes Babell Rome these proud heaueÌ„ daring wonders Loe vnder ground in dust and ashes lie For earthly kingdomes euen as men do die I. Syluester Transl If thou wilt mightie be flie from the rage Or cruell will and see thou keep thee free From the fowle yoake of sensuall bondage For though thy Empire stretcheth to Indian sea And for thy feare trembleth the farthest Thisce If thy desire haue ouer thee the power Subiect then art thou and no gouernour E. of Surrey Knowledge Through knowledge we behold the worlds creation How in his cradle first he fostered was And iudge of natures cunning operation How things she formed of a formelesse masse By knowledge we do learne our selues to knowe And what to man and what to God we owe From hence we mount aloft vnto the skie And looke into the christall firmament There we behold the heauens great Hierarchie The starres pure light the spheares swift mouement The spirits and intelligences faire And Angels waiting on th' almighties chaire And there with humble mind and hie in sight Th' eternall makers maiestie we viewe His loue his faith his glory and his might And mercy more then mortall men can viewe Ed. Spencer Soule of the world knowledge withouten thee What hath the earth that 's truly glorious Why should our pride make such a stirre to bee To be forgot What good is like to this To do worthy the writing and to write Worthy the reading and the worlds delight S. Daniell What difference twixt man and beast is left When th'heauenly light of knowledge is put out And the ornaments of wisedome are bereft Then wandreth he in errour and in doubt Vnweeting of the daunger he is in Through fleshlesse frailtie and deceit of sin Ed. Spencer Our new knowledge hath for tedious traine A drouping life an ouerracked braine A face forlorne a sad and sullen fashion A restlesse toyle and cares selfepining passion Knowledge was then euen the soules soule for light The spirits calme port and lanthorne shining bright To thait-stept feet cleare knowledge not confusde Not sower but sweete not gotten but infusde I. Syl. Transl We see to know men still are glad And yet we see knowledge oft makes men mad S. I. H. Transl Who so knowes most the more he knowes to doubt The best discourse is commonly most stout S. Daniell Common is rhe proofe That enuying is not cunning if it standeth not aloofe VV. Warner By knowledge thine thou hast no name Least others know thou know'st the same Skill comes too slow and life so fast doth flie We learne so little and forget so much I. Dauies Vid. Learning Labour Where ease abounds it 's death to do amisse But who his limbs with labours and his minde Behaues with cares cannot so easie misse Abroad in armes at home in studious kinde Who seekes with painfull toyle shall honor soonest finde Ed. Spencer Learne with the Ant in sommer to prouide Driue with the Bee the drone from out the hiue Build like the Swallow in the sommer tide D. Lodge Much labor is too litle that should houshold charge defraye W. Warner Industry well cherisht to his face In sun-shine walkes in spight of sower disgrace M. Roydon The noblest borne dame should industrious bee That which doth good disgraceth no degree G. Chapman Let Mandeuile example be to men not to be idle In amorous passions labour is to loue at least a bridle VV. Warner Adams labour in Eden Edens earth was then so fertill and so fat That he made only sweet assaies in that Of skilfull industry and naked wrought More for delight then for the gaine he sought In briefe it was a pleasant exercise A labour likte a paine much like the guise Of cunning dauncers who although they skip Run caper vault trauerse and turne and trip From morne til euen at night againe full merry Renew their daunce of dauncing neuer weary Or els of hunters that with happie lucke Rowsing betimes some often breathed bucke Or goodly stagge their yelping hounds vncouple Wind loud their horns their hoopes hallows double Spurre on and spare not following their desire Themselues vnweary though their hacknies tire But for in th' end of all their iollitie Their 's found much stifnesse sweat and vanitie I rather match it to the pleasing paine Of Angels pure who euer sloth disdaine Or to the Suns calme course who plainlesse aye About the welkin poasteth night and day I. Syl. Transl Learning O blessed letters that combine in one All ages past and make one liue withall By you we do conferre with who are gone And the dead liuing vnto counsaile call By you the vnborne shall haue communion Of what we feâ—le and what doth best befall S. Daniell By the cleare beames of learnings light We tread the obscure pathes of Sages right Idem But that learning in despight of fate Will mount aloft and enter heauen gate And to the seat of Ioue it selfe aduance Hermes had slept in hell with ignorance Yet as a punishment they added this That he and pouertie should alwaies kis And to this day is euery scholler poore Grosse gold from them runnes headlong to the boore Ch. Marlowe Of little worth is learnings worthy skill Where Pilots wisedome is not perfect still Corinnaes praise and Sapphoes are discerned Aboue the rest because they both were learned S. I. Harr. Transl K. Cecrops and his royall seed did honor Athence so As that from thence are said the springs of sciences to flow W. Warner Lechery Next vnto him rode lustfull Lechery Vpon a bearded Goat whose rugged haire And whally eyes the signe of iealousie Was like the persons selfe whom he did beare Who rough and blacke and filthy did appeare Vnseemly man to please faire Ladies eie Yet he of Ladies oft was loued deare When fairer faces were bid standen by O who doth know the bent of womens fantasie Ed. Spencer Incontinence dull sleepe and idle bed All vertue from the world haue banished The tickling flames which our fond soules surprize That dead a while in Epilepsie lies Doth starke our sinewes all by little and little Drawing our reason in fowle pleasure brittle I. Syl. Transl Loue comforteth like sun-shine after raine But lusts effect is tempest after sunne Loues gentle spring doth alwaies fresh remaine Lusts winter comes ere sommer halfe be donne Loue surfets not but like a glutton
dies Loue is all truth lust full of forced lies W. Shakespeare Where whoredome raignes there murder follows fast As falling leaues before the winters blast R. Greene. Lust is a fire and for an houre or twaine Giueth a scorching blaze and then he dies H. C. O deeper sinne then bottomlesse conceit Can comprehend in still imagination Drunken desire must vomit his receit Ere he can see his owne abhomination While lust is in his pride no exclamation Can cure his heate or raigne his rash desire Till like a Iade selfe-will himselfe do tire VV. Shakespeare Lust neuer taketh ioy in what is due But leaues knowne delights to seeke out new S. Daniell In chastitie is euer prostitute Whose trees we loath when we haue pluckt the fruite G. Chapman Eschue vile Venus toyes she cuts off age And learne this lesson of and teach thy friend By pocks death sudden begging harlots end M. of M. The lechars toong is neuer voyd of guile Nor Crocodile wants teares to win his praie The subtillest temptor hath the sweetest stile With rarest musicke Syrens soon'st betraie M. Drayton Lust puts the most vnlawfull things in vre Nor yet in limits euer could be bounded Till he himselfe himselfe hath quite confounded Idem Abandon lust if not for sin yet to auoyd the shame So hogs of Ithacus his men the Latian witch did frame VV. Warner That great Phisition that had liu'd in helth age admirde Did answer askt the cause not he had done as flesh desirde Idem The Spartans war for rapted queene to Ilions ouerthrow The Monarch of Assiria chang'd and Latine kings also For Tarquins lust Idem Each house for lust a harbor and an Inne Each citie is a sanctuary for sinne And all do pitie beautie in distresse If beautie chaste then onely pittilesse M. Drayton Lawes Deriue thy lawes from wisest heads to be vpholden still Not adding or abstracting as conceited tire brains will Encourage good men by thy loue reforme the bad by lawe Reserue an eare for either plea and borrow leaue of awe VV. VVarner In vaine be counsells statutes humaine lawes When chiefe of Councells pleades the iustest cause M. Drayton So constantly the Iudges conster lawes That all agree still with the stronger cause M. of M. Pansamias and Lisander by their swords And warlike vertues made Lacaena rich Fame followed them where they the tents did pitch But graue Licurgus by his lawes and words Did merit more then these renowned Lords D. Lodge Licurgus for good lawes lost his owne libertie And thought it better to prefer common commoditie G. Gascoigne That Lawyer thogh he more by art theÌ„ right doth ouerthrow Consents to sin deceiues the Iudge wroÌ„g right is iustice foe VV. VVarner Libertie Sweete libertie to vs giues leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish chaunce by lots rul'd euery thing How errour was maine saile each waue a teare The Mr. loue himselfe deepe sighes weare winde Cares rowd with vowes the ship vnmerry minde False hope as firme oft turn'd the boate about In constant faith stood vp for middle mast Dispaire the cable twisted all with doubt Held griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Bewtie was all the rockes VV. Watson O liberty how much is that man blest Whose happie fortunes do his faâ—es areede That for deserts reioyces to be freede Th. Storer Sweete libertie the lifes best liuing flame I. Markham Our lands may come againe but libertie once lost Can neuer find such recoÌ„pence as counteruails the cost G. Gascoigne Learne freedome and felicitie haukes flying where they list Be kindlier more sound then haukes best tended to the â—ist vv vvarner He liues to die a noble death that life forefreed once spends Idem The name of Libertie The watchword of rebellion euer vsde The idle Eccho of vncertaintie That euermore the simple hath abusde S. Daniell Life All mans life me seemes a Tragedie Full of sad sighes and sore Catastrophes First comming to the world with weeping eie Where all his dayes like dolorous Trophies Are heapt with spoyles of fortune and of feare And he at last laid forth on balefull beare Ed. Spencer Our life is but a step in dustie way S. Phil. Sidney This mortall life as death is tride And death giues life M. Roydon What in this life we haue or can desire Hath time of grow'th and moment of retire D. Lodge Our bodies euery foot-step that they make March toward death vntill at last they die Whether we worke or play or sleep or wake Our life doth passe and with times wings doth flie I. Dauies The life of man a warfare right in body and in soule Resignes his robbed carkasse to be rolled in the mould W. Warner The terme of life is limited Ne may a man prolong or shorten it The souldier may not moue from watchfull stid Nor leaue his stand vntill his captaine bid Ed. Spencer The longer life I wot the greater sin The greater sin the greater punishment Idem Thus passeth with the ouerplus of life The pleasant spring and flower of mortall life The Aprils pompe once subiect to decay Returnes not in the bud that earst was rife Whilest mornings weepe the liuely flower doth bost Then pluck the stalke and let not it be lost D. Lodge The sunne doth set and brings againe the day But when our life is gone we sleepe for aye Th. Ach. Sunne sets and riseth goes downe and quickly reuiueth But mans light once out eternall darknesse abideth Ab. Fraunce All mortall men must from this life be gone Of life and death there are more soules then one The greatest and most glorious thing on ground May often need the helpe of weakest hand So feeble is mans state and life vnsound That in assurance it may neuer stand Till it disordered be from earthly band Ed. Spencer The restlesse life which men here lead May be resembled to the tender plant It springs it sprouts as babes in cradle breed Flourish in May like youthes that wisedome want In Autumne ripe and rots least store waxe scant In winter shrinkes and shrowdes from euery blast Like crooked age when lustie youth is past G. Gascoigne The wicked liuers oftentimes haue wicked ends S. I. H. Life is not lost said she for which is bought Endles renowne that more then death is to be sought Ed. Spencer Better it is for one to liue obscure Then in a publike state to liue vnsure D. Lodge No life is blest that is not grac't with loue B. Ihonson They double life that dead things griefe sustaine They kill that feele not their friends liuing paine G Chapman That life 's ill spar'd that 's spar'd to cast more bloud S. Daniell Loue. Of Loue 's perfection perfectly to speake Or of his nature rightly to define Indeed doth farre surpasse our reasons reach And needs this priest t' expresse his power diuine For long before the world he was yborne And bred aboue in Venus bosome deare For by his
thoughts are legible in the eye M. Roydon Often the eye mistakes the braine being troubled W. Sha. All amorous eyes obseruing forme thinks parts obscured best vv vvarner A greedy eye will haue a greedy hand D. Lodge A monstrous rabblement Of fowle mishapen wights of which some were Headed like Owles with beakes vncomely bent Others like dogs others like gryphons dreare And some had wings and some had clawes to teare And euery one of them had Linceus eies And euery one did bowes and arrowes beare All those were lawlesse lusts corrupt enuie And couetous aspects all cruell enemies Those same against the bulwarke of the sight Did laie strange siege and battailous assault Ne once did yeeld it respit day or night But soone as Titan gan his head exault And soone againe as he his light withhault Their wicked engines they against it bent That is each thing by which the eyes may fault But to them all more huge and violent Bewtie and money they that bulwarke shroudly rent Ed. Spencer Hearing Eares office is the troubled aire to take Which in their mazes formes a sound or noyse Whereof her selfe doth true distinction make The wickets of the soule are plac'd on hie Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft And that they may not pierce too violently They are delaid with turnes and windings oft I. Dauies As streames which with their winding bankes do play Stopt by their creekes runne softly through the plaine So in the eares labyrinth the voyce doth stay And doth with easie notice touch the braine Idem It is the slow'st yet the daintiest sence For euen the eares of such as haue no skill Perceiue a discord and conceiue offence And knowing not what 's good yet finde the ill Idem These conduit pipes of knowledge the minde But th' other three attend the body still For by their seruices the soule doth finde What things are to the body good or ill I. Dauies The second bulwarke was the hearing sence Gainst which the second troupe designment makes Deformed creatures in straunge difference Some hauing heads like harts some like to snakes Some wild like boares late rowz'd out of the brakes Slaunderous reproaches and foule infamies Leasings backbitings and vaine-glorious crake Bad counsels praises and false flatteries All those against that first did send their batteries Ed. Spencer Smelling Next in the nosthrils she doth vse the Smell As God the breath of life in them did giue So makes he now his power in them to dwell To iudge all aires whereby we breathe and hue This sence is also mistresse of an art Which to soft people sweet petfumes doth sell Through this deare art doth little good impart Since they smell best that doth of nothing smell And ye good sents do purifie the braine Awake the fancie and the wittes refine Hence old deuotion in aduise did ordaine To make mens spirits more apt to thoughts diuine I. Dauies Likewise that same third fort that is the smell Of that third troupe was cruelly assaide Whose hideous shapes were like to fiends of hell Some like to hounds some like to apes dismaide Some like to puttocks all in plumes arraide All shapte according their conditions For by those ougly formes werren portraide Foolish delights and fond abusions Which do that sence besiege with light illusiōs Ed. Sp. Tasting The bodies life with meates and aire is fed Therefore the soule doth vse the tasting power In vaines which through the tong pallat spred Distinguish euery rellish sweet and sower This is the bodies nurse but since mans wit Found the Art of cookery to delight his sence More bodies are consumde and kild with it Then with the sword famine or pestilence I. Dauies That fourth band which cruell battery bent Against the fourth bulwarke that is the taste Was as the rest a grisly rabblement Some mouth like greedy Estriges some fac'st Like loathly Toades some fashioned in the waste Like swine for so deseru'd his luxurie Surfet misdiet and vnthriftie warke Vaine feasts and idle superfluitie All those this sences for t assaile incessantly Ed. Sp. Feeling Lastly the feeling power which is lifes roote Through euery liuing part it selfe doth shed By sinewes which extend from head to foote And like a net all ouer the body spred Much like a subtill spider which doth sit In middle of her web which spreddeth wide If ought do touth the outmost thred of it She feeles it instantly on euery side I. Dauies By touch the first pure qualities we learne Which quicken all things hot cold moist and drie By touch hard soft rough swoot we do discerne By touch sweet pleasure and sharpe paine we trie These are the outward instruments of sence These are the guardes which euery one must passe Ere it approach the mindes intelligence Or touch the phantasie wits looking glasse Idem But the fift troupe most horrible of hue And fierce of force was dreadfull to report For some like snailes some did like spiders shewe And some like ougly vrchins thicke and short Cruelly they assailed that fift fort Armed with darts of sensuall delight With strings of carnall lust and strong effect Of feeling pleasures with which day and night Against the same fift bulwarke they continued fight Ed. Spencer Sinne. First we do taste the fruite then see our sin S. Daniell Shame followes sin disgrace is daily giuen Impietie will out neuer so closely donne No walles can hide vs from the eye of heauen For shame must end what wickednes begun Forth breakes reproach when we least thinke thereon Idem Like as diseases common cause of death Bring daunger most when least they pricke and smart Which is a signe they haue expulst the breath Of liuely heate which doth defend the hart Euen so such sinnes as felt are on no part Haue conquered grace and by their wicked vre So kild the soule that it can haue no cure I. Hig. M. of M. Sinnes haruest neuer failes but grace hath death D. Lodge Couer thou fier neuer so close within Yet out it will and so will secret sin M. of M. It doubles sinne if finely sinne we practise to preuent W.W. Man may securely sinne but safely neuer B. Ihonson What wight on earth can voyd of fault be found What Saint is that who doth not sinne sometime Tweene good and bad this difference sole is found That good men sinne but seld and mend betime The bad man making scruple none nor question Yeelds willingly to euery leaud suggestion S. I. H. Sinnes oft assaid ere thought to be no sin So soileth sinne the soule it sinketh in M. of M. Shame leaues vs by degrees not at first comming For nature checks a new offence with loathing But vse of sinne doth make it seeme as nothing S. Daniell What though our sinnes go braue and better clad They are as those in rags as base as bad Idem The spot is foule though by a Monarch made Kings cannot priuiledge a sinne forbade Idem Sinne euer
They cast on both sides dartes innumerable Making therewith a darke vnpleasing shade An endlesse worke it were to write the rable The Christians kild with bow with bill with blade Sometime the sway goeth hether somtime thether Like waters driuen with doubtfull tydes and wether VVhen one is slaine his roome another fills VVhen one is hurt another takes his place And he that now an other smites and kills Falls dead him selfe within a little space Great heapes of bodies dead make little hills The earth it selfe lookes with a bloody face The greene where-with it erst was stored Turneth to sanguine and vermillion red S. I. Harrington Of Discontent Disquiet thoughts the minutes of her watch Forth from her Caue the fiend full oft doth flie To Kings she goes and troubles them with warres Setting those high aspiring bonds on fire That flame from earth vnto the seate of Ioue To such as Midas men that dote on wealth And rent the bowels of the middle earth For coine who gape as did faire Danae For showres of gold there discontent in blacke Throwes forth the violls of her restlesse cares To such as sit at Paphos for releefe And offer Venus many solemne vowes To such as Hymen in his saffron robe Hath knit a gordian knot of passions To these to all parting the gloomy ayre Blacke discontent doth make her bad repaire R. Greene. Obscure and darke is all the gloomy aire The curtaine of the night is ouer-spread The silent mistresse of the lowry spheare Put on her sable coloured vale and lower Nor starre nor milk-white circle of the skie Appeares where Discontent doth hold her lodge She sits shrin'd in a canapy of clouds vvhose massie darknes mazeth euery sence vvan is her lookes her cheekes of azure hue Her haire as Gorgons foule retorting snakes Enuie the glasse wherein the hag doth gaze Restlesse the clocke that chimes her fast a sleepe Of Adams feare after his Transgression At this sad summons wofull man resembles A bearded rush that in a riuer trembles His rosie cheekes are chang'd to earthen hue His dying body drops an icie dewe His teare-drown'd-eyes a night of clouds bedims About his eares a burning horror swims His fainting knees with feeblenes are humble His faultring feete doe slide away and stumble He hath not now his free bold stately port But downward lookes in fearefull slauish sort Now naught of Adam doth in Adam rest He feeles his sences pain'd his soule opprest A confus'd hoast of violent passions iarre His flesh and spirit are in continuall warre And now no more through conscience of his error He heares or sees th' almighty but with terror And loth he aunsweres as with tongue distraught Confessing thus his feare but not his fault I Syluester Of the Vacation At such times when Lawyers walk the streetes Without long rowles of papers in their hands When friendly neighbour with his neighbour meetes Without false challenge to each others lands The Counsellour without his Clyent stands When that large Capitall lies void and wast Where Senatours and Iudges late were plast Th. Storer Ceremonie All sodainly a light of twenty hewes Brake through the roofe and like rainebow viewes Amaz'd Leander in whose beames came downe The Goddesse Ceremonie with a crowne Of all the starres and heauen with her descended Her flaming haire to her bright feete extended By which hung all the bench of deities And in a chaine compact of eares and eyes She led Religion all her body was Cleare and transparent as the purest glasse For she was all presented to the sence Deuotion order state and reuerence Her shadowes were society memorie All which her sight made liue her absence die A rich disparent pinnacle she weares Drawne full of circles and strange characters Her face was changeable to euery eye One way lookt ill an other graciouslie Which while men view'd they cheerefull were holy But looking of vicious and melanchollie The snakie paths to each obserued law Did pollicie in her broade bosome draw One hand a mathematique christall swayes Which gathering in one line a thousand rayes From her bright eyes confusion burnes to death And all estates of men distinguisheth By it mortality and comlinesse Them selues in all their sightly figures dresse Her other hand a Laurell rod applies To beate back barbarisme and Auarice That followed eating earth and excrement And humaine limbs and would make proud ascent To seates of Gods were Ceremonie slaine The houres and graces bore her glorious traine And all the sweets of our societie Were spheard and treasur'd in her bounteous eyes G. Chapman Of Louers VVho with a mayden voyce and mincing pace Quaint lookes curl'd locks perfumes and painted face Base coward hart and wanton soft aray Their manhood onely by their beard bewray Are cleanly call'd who likeliest greedy Goates Brothell from bed to bed whos 's Syren notes Inchaunt chast Susans and like hungry Kite Fly at all game they Louers are behight I. Syluester Who beare vpon their French-sick-backs about Farmes Castels fees in golden shields cut out Whose hand had at one Primerorest One pompous Turney or on pampering feast Spends themselues scrapt by the vsurie and care Of miser parents liberall counted are Idem Who by false bargaines and vnlawfull measures Robbing the world haue heaped kingly treasures Who cheat the simple lend for fifty fifty Hundred for hundred are esteemed thrifty Idem Renowne A trump more shrill then Tritons on the Sea The said Renowne precursour of the traine Did sound for who rings louder then Renowne He mounted was vpon a flying horse And cloath'd in Faulcons feathers to the ground By his Escochion iustly might you gesse He was the Herauld of Eternity And Purseuant at Armes to mighte Ioue G. Peele Of Doubt Doubt had a double face Th' one forward looking the other backward bent Therein resembling Ianus auncient Which hath in charge the in-gate of the yeare And euermore his eyes about him went As if some prooued perill he did feare Or did misdoubt some ill whose cause did not appeare Ed. Spenser Of a Gunne Vulcan begot me Minerua me taught Nature my mother Craft nourisht me yeare by yeare Three bodies are my foode my strength is naught Anger Wrath Wast and Noise my children deere Gesse friend what I am and how I am wrought Monster of sea or land or of else-where Knowe and vse me and I may thee defend And I be thy enemy I may thy life end S. Th. W. Of an Hargabush He hath his other weapons strange among A trunke of iron hollow made within And there he puts powder and pellets in All closed saue a little hole behind Whereat no sooner taken is the flame The bullet flies with such a furious wind As though from clouds a bolt of thunder came And what-so-euer in the way it finde It burnes it breakes it teares it spoiles the same No doubt some fiend of hell or deuillish wight Deuised it to doe mankind a spight S. I. Harrington Of an Horse
tremble when I thinke Her cheekes are like the blushing clowde That beautifies Auroras face Or like the siluer crimson shrowde That Phoebus smiling locks doe grace Her lips are like two budded Roses Whom ranks of Lillies neighbour nie vvhich with bounds she stil incloses Apt to intice a deitie Her necke is like a stately towre vvhere Loue himselfe in pleasure lies To watch for glaunces euery howre From her diuine and sacred eyes Her paps are centers of delight Her paps are rocks of heauenly flame vvhere Nature moulds the dew of light To feede perfection with the same With orient pearle with Rubie red vvith Marble white with azure blew Her body euery way is fed Yet soft in touch and sweet in view Nature herselfe her shape admires The Gods are wounded in her sight And Loue forsakes his heauenly fires And at her eyes his brands doth light D. Lodge She lay and seemd a flood of Diamant Bounded in flesh as stil as Vespers haire When not an Aspen leafe is stird with ayre She lay at length like an immortal soule At endlesse rest in blest Elizium And then did true felicitie inroule So faire a Lady figure of her kingdom Now as she lay attirde in nakednes His eye did carue him on that feast of feasts Sweet fieldes of life which deaths foote dare not presse Flowrd with th'vnbroken waues of my loues breasts See wherewith bent of gold curld into knots In her heads groue the spring-bird Lameat nests Her body doth present those fields of peace vvhere soules are feasted with the soule of ease To proue which Paradice that nurseth these See see the golden riuers that renowne it Rich Gyhon Tigris Phison Euphrates Two from her bright Pelopian shoulders crowne it And two out of her snowy hills doe glide That with a deluge of delight doe drowne it These highest two their precious streames deuide To tenne pure floods that do the body dutie Bounding themselues in length but not in beauty These wind theyr courses through the paynted bowers And raise such sounds in theyr inflection As ceaselesse start from earth fresh sorts of flowers And bound that booke of life with euery section In these the Muses dare not swim for drowning Theyr sweetnes poysons with such sweet infection And leaues the onely lookers on them swouning These formes and colour makes them so to shine That Gods for them would cease to be diuine G. Chapman Her Lilly hand her rosie cheekes lie vnder Coosning the pillow of a lawfull kisse Who therefore angry seemes to part in sunder Swelling on eyther side to want his blisse Betweene whose hills her head entombed is Where like a vertuous monument she lyes To be admirde of lewd vnhallowed eyes VVithout the bed her other fayre hand was On the greene Couerlet whose perfect white Shewd like an Aprill daisie on the grasse vvith pearlie sweat resembling dewe of night Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd theyr light And canopied in darknes sweetly lay Till they might open to adorne the day Her haire like golden threds playd with her breath O modest wantons wanton modestie Shewing lifes tryumph in the Map of death And deaths dim lookes in lifes mortalitie Each in her sleepe themselues so beautifie As if betweene them twaine there were no strife But that life liu'd in death and death in life Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew A payre of mayden worlds vnconquered Saue of theyr Lord no bearing yoke they knew And him by oath they truly honoured These worlds in Tarquin new ambition bred vvho like a foule vsurper went about From this faire throne to heaue the owner out W. Shakespeare Starres fall to fetch fresh light from her rich eyes Her bright brow driues the sunne to clowdes beneath Her haires reflexe with red strakes paint the skies Sweet morne and euening dew falls from her breath T. Nash Fayrer then Isaacks louer at the vvell Brighter then inside barke of new hewen Cedar Sweeter then flames of fire-perfumed Mirrhe And comlier then the siluer clowdes that daunce On Zephyrus wings before the King of heauen G. Peele Her lookes were like beames of the morning sunne Forth-looking through the windowes of the East When first the fleecie cattell haue begunne Vpon the pearled grasse to make theyr feast Her thoughts are like the fume of Francensence Which from a golden Censor forth did rise And throwing forth sweet odours mounts from thence In rolling globes vp to the vaulted skies There she beholds with hie aspyring thought The cradle of her owne creation Among the seates of Angels heauenly wrought Much like an Angell in all forme and fashion S. Daniell Her locks are pleighted like the fleece of wooll That Iason with his Grecian mates atchiu'd As pure as gold yet not from gold deriu'd As full of sweets as sweet of sweetes is full Her browes are prety tables of conceate Where Loue his records of delight doth quote On them her dallying locks doe daily floate As loue ful oft doth feede vpon the baite Her eyes faire eyes like to the purest lights That animate the sunne or cheere the day In whom the shining sun-beames brightly play vvhilst fancie doth on them deuine delights Her cheekes like ripened Lillies steept in wine Or fayre Pomegranate kirnels washt in milke Or snow-white threds in nets of Crimson silke Or gorgeous clowdes vpon the sunnes decline Her lips like Roses ouer-washt with dew Or like the Purple of Narcissus flowre No frost theyr faire no wind doth wrest theyr powre But by her breath theyr beauties do renew Her christal chin like to the purest mould Enchast with dainties Daisies soft and white Where Fairies faire pauilion once is pight Whereas embrasd his beauties he doth hold Her necke like to an Iuory shining towre Where through with azure vaines sweet Nectar runnes Or like the downe of swanns Or like delight that doth it selfe deuoure Her paps are like fayre apples in the prime As round as orient pearles as soft as downe They neuer vaile theyr faire through winters frowne But from these sweets Loue suckt his sommer time Her bodies beauties best esteemed bowre Delicious comely dainty without staine The thought whereof not toucht hath wrought my paine Whose face so faire all beauties doth distaine Her maiden wombe the dwelling house of pleasure Not like for why no like surpasseth wonder O blest is he may bring such beauties vnder Or search by suite the secrets of that treasure R. Greene. Like to Diana in her sommer weede Girt with a Crimson robe of brightest die goes fayre Samela As fayre Aurora in her morning gray Deckt with the ruddy lustre of her loue is fayre Samela Like louely Thetis on a calmed day When as her brightnes Neptunes fancie moues Shines faire Samela Her tresses gold her eyes like glassie streames Her teeth are pearle the breasts are Iuory of faire Samela Her cheekes like rosie-lillies yeeld forth gleames Her browes bright arches framde of Ebonie thus faire Samela Passeth faire Venus in