hart doth then possesse the heele But most of all when hart doth most transgresse And divine vengeance it with feare doth feele Then Strength may seeke to stay it but t' wil reele In spight of morrall strength that it should sway And as starke drunke with fear turne like the wheele That wheeles the nether heauens without stay Let courage say the while what courage may No harnesse though by Vulcan forg'd can make Feare to be hardy or not hartlesse quite If Armors could from Art such tempers take The Artist should be king'd in Fortunes spight For many kings would crowne him for this sleight But he it is whom heav'n and hell doth feare Can take feare from and arme vs with his might For he alone the faint hart vp doth reare Or make the stowtest hart most faint appeare Wee must then armed be from Feare by feare Gods feare that strong Vulcanian Armor must Guard such good Soules as doe regard it heere Because such feare is euer full of trust That feares no threate of any mortal thrust For Hope in him doth make the dareing hart Which hope no hart can haue that is vniust For Conscience prickes will make the same to start When the least Leafe doth wagge by winde or Art When therfore divine Iustice sinne wil scurge He doth dishart their harts in whom it raignes In sort that they themselves with horror purge When he on them his heavy vengeance raynes So that their feare exaggerates their paines The haughti'st Hart erst swolne with Valours pride Feare striks stone-dead wheÌ„ he but veÌ„geance faines And greatest strength by vveakenesse is defide When as his pow'r in vveakenesse doth abide Then Courage comes from Hope Hope froÌ„ Heau'n The Donor is the highest Diety The praise is His that is to prowesse giv'n For he alone the Minde doth magnifie Then praise him Lowe if courage make you Hie And laude him High if feare make yee not lowe Yea high and lowe praise Him alone whereby You gaine the praise that men on you bestowe From Whom as froÌ„ the Fount al praise doth flowe How is it then that Divills in Mennes forme swaggring Man-quellers are so desperate Who with strong hand Gods Images deforme Fearing no man but give the checke or mate To good and badd of what soever stateâ— This is not courage but an hellish fire That boiles their bloud cal'd Ire inflam'd by Hate And oft of Saints they Fiendes haue their desire No otherwise then Iob felt Sathans ire So cursed Caine slue Abell in that moode Abell that Innocent the Highests belov'd Yet Caine had hart and hand to broach his blood The like Men Angell-like haue oft approv'd By those whome God in this life nere reprov'd This secret is obscure but light to those That take it light and it abide vnmov'd Them Faith assures He doth of all dispose In whome come life or death they hope repose If divine LOVE desires my Bodies death By soddaine death my Soule so straight to haue VVhat matters it though he bereave my breath By Div'll or Angell so my Soule he saue The pow'r they both possesse to them he gave Both are his Ministers to doe his will If Sathan then my Corpes bring to the Grave To me it is so farre from being ill That Sathan doth me good against his wil. Me good said I well may I call it good Sith it is good of goods good all in all The fount whereof all goodnesse is the floud That never yet was gag'd nor never shall By Men most wise or spirits Angelicall It is th' Abysse of true Felicity VVhich some men more then most fantastical Suppose they have had they high dignity VVith pleasure fac'd and lyn'd with Misery Thus Ioy and Hope were by th' all Giver giv'n As sweete Conductors to his sweetest Sweete And Feare and Griefe from his wrath are deryv'n To awe the Mind which first therwith doth meete And that which that Mind hath fore-done vnmeete should be thereto as Scourge and Scouger iust VVhich doe remaine when sinnes sowre Sweetes do fleete To make the Mind abhorre her former lust For Griefe and Feare are iust to Mindes vniust Now the true pleasure which our Nature craues The whiles the Soule remaines the Bodies Ghest Is the true rest some Good the Soule vouchsaves Which the Hart holdeth and esteemeth best As Contemplation is Reasons rest Yet can there be no pleasure in that good If it be greater then Hart can disgest For if the Continent bound not the floud Confusion must ensue in likely-hood If Light ioy of the Eye be as the Sunne Too great for the Eyes small capacity They may be dymmed so if not vndunne Or if it be too small they cannot see As they are strong or weake so Light must bee The like of other senses may be sedd Outward or inward bound to forme or free Who must with moderation still be fedd For excesse theÌ„ annoies nay strikes theÌ„ dead As therfore God is most most infinite So hee 's with ioy receaved of that part That 's likst himself which is the Soul or sp'rit But for that he cannot himselfe impart being Immense to them by pow'r or arte they being not so he is to them applied By Vnderstanding yet but so in part If otherwise he should with them abide They would through glory be quite nullified Now as a man takes pleasure by these partes So in that part he takes the most delight That to his Flesh or sp'rite most ioy imparts And with those pleasures is he swallowed quight That doe affect that part with maine and might Therefore the brutish Vulgar most are pleas'd In things substantial which appeare to sight And things divine which cannot so be seas'd They hold as vaine and are therewith displeas'd Amonge the pleasures which are sensuall The vilst is that we feele by that we touch Because it is the Earthli'st sense of all The Tast's of better temper though not much Smelling is light and lightly more will grutch At vnsweete Savors then in sweete will ioye The Hearing is more worthie farre then such Sith its more Airâ—y and doth lesse annoy Whereby we gaine the Faith which we enioy But Seeing Sov'raigne of each outward sense Holds most of Fire which is in nature neere To the Celestiall Natures radience Therefore this sense to Nature is most deere As that which hath by Natures right no Peere Thus much for pleasures which these senses giue VVhereof the best must needs most base appeare Compared to the worst our Soules receave Whose powres haue much more pow'r to take and give These are the Lures of lust that never lyn To draw the vvorld to be a pray to vvoe These make fraile flesh Blood the founts of sinne From whence all mortall miseries doe sloe Which flesh and blood doe groning vndergoe In these are Baites for Beggars as for Kinges VVhich pleasures streames
perswasion being strong Doe vveene they merit immortality Onely because forsooth they vse their Tongue To speake as they are taught or right or wronge If pride ascende the stage ô base ascent Al men may see her for nought comes thereon But to be seene and where Vice should be shent Yea made most odious to ev'ry one In blazing her by demonstration Then pride that is more then most vicious Should there endure open damnation And so shee doth for shee 's most odious In Men most base that are ambitious Players I loue yee and your Qualitie As ye are Men that pass time not abus'd And some I loue for painting poesie And say fell Fortune cannot be excus'd That hath for better vses you refus'd VVit Courage good-shape good partes and all good As long as al these goods are no worse vs'd And though the stage doth staine pure gentâ—e bloud Yet generous yee are in minde and moode Your Qualitie as faâ—â—e as it reproues The VVorld of Vice and grosse incongruence Is good and good the good by nature loues As recreating in and outward sense And so deserving praise and recompence But if pride otherwise then morally Be acted by you you doe all incense To mortaâ—l hate if all haâ—e mortally Princes much more Players they vilifie But Pride hath skil to vvorke on baser Skils For each Bagg-piper if expert he be Pride fils his Soule as he his Bag-pipe fils For he supposeth he and none but hee Should be advanc'd For what For Rogueree Hee can repine and say that men of partes Are not esteem'd Goe base Drone durtie Bee Rest thou in dung too good for thy deserts For durt to durt should goe and praise to Artes. Though no man can more willingly commende The Soule-reioycing sound of Musickes voice Faire figure of that blisse that nere shall end Which makes our sorrowing Soules like it reioice Yet at the best it s but a pleasure choise To make vs game vvhen wee are vvoe-begon It is too light graue Artes to counterpoise Then no cause is there to bee prowde thereon Albe't thou wert as good as Amphion Pride vvilt thou still be subiect to my Muse Be subiect to her stil and so to me But now shee should if shee did well refuse Longer to haue to doe vvith cursed Thee For shee hath found thee in the low'st degree The Hangman sav'd whose baâ—â—â—esse doth surpasse Yet he of London that detested He Whose hart is made of Flint and face of Brasse Of decollation brags but let that passe Then pride farewel base beastly pride farewel Or faâ—e farre worse then ill in worst degree Sith thou scorn'st not in such an hart to dwell That by the fruit liues of the Gallow tree Who wil not scorne now to be toucht by thee Sincke to Earthes Bowels from her burd'ned Brest For on the Earth thou canst no lower bee Sith Hell 's thy Spheare wher thou should'st ever rest For on the Earth thou mov'st but to vnrest Thus having past these Passions of the Soule That are as founts from whence the lesser flow We are arrived through faire waies and fowle Vnto the third VVombe situate below The Midrife where the growing pow'r doth grow But for it is so farre remov'd from thence From whence the Soule doth her arch-wonders show Namely the Seate of the Intelligence Wee 'l balke the same for its impertinence Referring it vnto Anatomists Who marke each Mortesse of the Bodies frame The Pynns the Tenons Beams Bolts VVindings Iists All which they marke when they doe it vnframe To these Crafts-masters I referre the same Suffizeth me to looke with my right Eye Though it dimme sighted be and so to blame Into the Seate of each soules facultie Fixt to VVitts wonder-working Ingeny Yet as I could I haue the Soule exprest If not with proper Coulors yet with such As doe distinguish her kinde from the rest Which Kind by kind in Beasts Plants doth couch But to paint her in each least part were much Philosophers haue beene to seeke heerein Although they sought but sleightly her to touch And haue through Error much abused bin VVhen her faire Picture they did but begin For Crates said there is no Soule at all But that by Nature Bodies moued be Hipparchus and Leucippus Fire it call With whom in sort the Stöickes doe agree A firie Sp'rite betweene the Atomee Democritus wil haue it and the Aire Some say it is the Barrell'd Cynick hee And with him others of another haire Doe thus depaint the soule and file her faire The soule say they is Aire the Mouth takes in Boil'd in the Lights and temp'red in the Hart And so the body it throughout doth rin This is the soule forsooth made by their Art Hippias would haue it water all or part Heliodorus held it earth confixt And Epicurus said it was a Namely a Sp'rite of Fire and Aire commixt And Zenophontes earth and water mixt Thus simple Soules they make the simple soule fowle Of simple Elements or els compound Meane-while they make her most faire creature And dimme her glorie which is most renownd Through mists of Ignorance which them surround Others of other substaunce weene it is For Critias with bloud doth it confound Hippocrates that went as wide as this Said t was a thin sprite spred through our Bodis Some Flesh would haue it with the senses vse Some the complexion of the Elements And Galen doth not much the same refuse For to an hot Complexion he assents For so 's the soule saith he and not repents Not that Complexion some say but abides In some point of it and those Continents They hold the Hart or Braine where it resides As Queene enthron'd and all the body guides Some Light would haue it as Heraclitus Others some thing tide to no certaine place But wholy present in each part of vs Which whether sprong froÌ„ the Complexions grace Or made by God yet they weene cleer's the case From Natures lap the same of force must fall Some others said a Quintessence it was Some an vnquiet Nature moving all A number some that it selfe moues it call The Caldees say it is a formelesse Force Which nerthelesse al forms doth appreheÌ„d And Aristotle doth him selfe inforce To make the same vpon the Corpes depend For these his words do sort out to that end It is saith he an high perfection Of bodie that lifes powre doth comprehende Which vnderstanding giues it sense motion This in effect is his description Plato surnam'd divine affirm'd it is A divine substance which it selfe doth moue Indu'd with vnderstanding He doth misse Lesse then the rest though Truth doth all reproue And Senec saith the soule is farre aboue The knowledge of the most intelligent Which speech of his Lactantius doth approue Thus doe they all about the soule dissent Aswell
they report agen Then loue twixt Tongue Hart shal marriage make To bring forth naked Truth which loue doth seeke Wherefore the Providence divine did place The lunges the voices Organs next the Hart As the Mindes instruments the Braines embrace That they may neere at hand soone vse their Art As Orators of Princes play their part Neere to their Sov'raignes And wert not for sinne The VVill from Reasons rule should never start And twixt the Hart Braine there should haue bin A lasting league as beeing neere of kin Sin noughty Nothing that mak'st all things nought Except the Thing of Things that made thē good Thou wast vnmade thy selfe yet ill haste wrought Whereby thou haste so perverst Flesh and Bloud That now by it all goodnesse is with-stood Damn'd Nothing that hast such a some-thing stride How wast begot by whom and in what moode Through lust By Eaue and Adam In their pride Now Error speakes what Truth hath iustifide For wit will Anger and Concupiscence Are fowre powres of the soule wherein should lie Fowre vertues taking thus their residence VVisedome in wit in will Integritie Valor in Ire and in lust Temprancie But wit with ignorance and will with wronge Anger with Feare and lust with libertie Are so pervers'd that they themselues impunge Except preventing grace be mixt amonge The totall frame of mans divinest part By light divine we see is out of frame Th'antipathie betwixt the Minde and Hart Giues but too good assurance of the same And though the minde in all her limbes be lame Yet in our little world shee raignes as Queene And seekes wilde passions of the Hart to tame That in her selfe there might bee ever seene Soule-pleasing ioy and peace to flourish greene For shee 's the mancion of Felicitie Contrived so that there its safe confin'd To which there is no way nor entery But through th' Affections servants of the Minde Yet they too oft disloial prooue by kinde Who liers and sinne-soothing claw-backes are Whereby our iudgments eies they Traitors blinde That it erres mortallie ere it beware If reason of their treason haue not care For three Powres speciall in the Soule reside Reason Concupiscence and ardent Ire The first to Truthes obscure abiding guides The second good-things gladly doth desire The third doth from the contrarie retire In bowels of the first the VVits are bred Th' Affectes are forg'd in both the others fire In nomber fowre Ioy Hope Sorow and Dread Which from the last powres spring as frō their head First from the first Powre Ioy and Hope proceedes For what we covet wee ioy in with hope And Ire the last powre Dread and sorow breedes For hate to dreade and sorow lies wide ope Griefe in hates hell the way to dreade doth grope From these Affects as from their fountaine floes All vice and vertue which in Man doth cope For vice and vertue ay are mortall foes And as Reas'n rules so either overthroes The soul 's call'd Anima our flesh containes While shee the same with vitall fire filleth Mens while shee mindeth or shee Minde retaines And Animus while shee hath VVill or willeth Shee s Ratio whilst shee iudgement iust fulfilleth Then spiritus shee hight when shee respires From all which science to the soule distilleth So call'd scientia thus her names doe change As shee her qualities doth interchange The outward senses outward parts possesse As th' inward to the soule are knit by kinde And for the soule her powre doth most expresse In that whereto her soule is most inclinde Here-hence it is men mortified in minde Whose spirits powres on things divine are bent Fare as they were sometimes deafe dombe blind Their contemplations are so violent But Vulgars outwarde sense is excellent But while the soule can take a strict survay Of all the instruments which shee doth vse So long the owner of that soule may say He hath a iudgement sound and perfect Muse But if those instruments that Man misvse Or ruine them the soule straight seeing it Her ruin'd Iaile shee striues then to refuse Which strife the senses frame doth so vnknit That it confounds it or distracts the VVit And in this moode though we esteeme it madd Men prophesie and truely things foretell Speake diuerse Tongues which erst they never had And in Artes which they knew not they excell Thus whilst the soule doth hold her house an Hell Striving to be enlarg'd becomes more free Then workes shee like her selfe exceeding well That wonder t is the same to heare and see O sacred soule but God who 's like to thee NOw for the Hart fraile life first intertaines And is the last part that from it departes Without which dull were reason dead the braines It 's taken for the part which powre impartes To VVit and VVill whereby they play their partes So as it 's held the Mirrour of the minde For when the Minde vnto herselfe converts The Hart is interposd where shee doth finde Her feature fowle or faire cleere-eied or blinde Then for the Hart is such a powreful thing My hart desires to touch it feelingly And for the Hart doth paine or pleasure bring The paine is pleasure when Head properlie Makes hand discribe the Hartes hart handsomly Earst Mans internal partes we did devide Into three VVombes the Braines the Brest Belly About the Braines before our skill we tride And now by it the Brest must be discride Which is the Shoppe of al the Instruments Wherewith the vitall Vertue operates The Hart the Lunges with al Lifes incidents In region of the Brest doe hold their States Whose Bulke them Bulwarkes frō what ruynates The Midriff parteth them from partes that feede Which the third VVombe the Belly circulates It being a Muscle made for Natures neede Assisting in the Breathing Acte and Deede And next there is a Tunicle or Skin That over-spreads the Concaue of the Brest Much like a Spiders webbe subtile and thin Wherout two others grow to part the rest Because two places should be breath-possest So that if one being hurt could not respire The other might one halfe retaine at least To keepe Lifes breath at point to part intire And blowe the sparkes that kindle vitall fire These Felmes like to a Nett with fruite repleat Together hold what ere the Brest doth bound They line the Ribbes that whē the Lunges doe beate They might performe their office whole and sound Without being bone-bruiz'd which might thē confound So likewise in a Caule the Hart 's inclos'd Call'd Pericardion being Ovall round Or like a Flame for forme and so dispos'd To shew that vitall fire is there repos'd There in the Hart 's the fountaine whence doth flow Naturall heate and by the Artires sends It al abroade to make the Members grow And keepe them growne in plight to doe their ends And though each Instrument of breath attends
age maks most extreame So doth it cloth the bones with frolicke flesh For to the partes it makes the bloud to streame Which makes them grow doth thē ioy-refresh This mirth the hart must haue when head is fresh For wyny mirth proceedeth from excesse And all excesse doth but make nature nesh Vnable to endure times long processe How ere it may spend time in drunkennesse This correspondence then twixt flesh and sp'rite Should make our Mouth the House of Temperance For the Corpes qualities will answere right Her rule of Diet Then intemperance The Head and Hart doth odiously entrance The Hartes affects produce the Heades effects Which make the Soule and Bodies concordance Then sith the Bodie breeds the Soules affects The Soule should feede the same with right respects Respect of Health respect of name and fame Depending on our moderation Should be of force to make vs vse the same But when the Bodies depravation Toucheth the soule and bothes damnation All these respectes should being things so deere Inflame Desires immoderation Coldly to vse hott wines belly cheere For belly gods are but the Divells Deere Sith sicknesse then in bodie and in soule From tempers ill and ill affections flo VVitt ought VVills appetites to over-rule VVhen they to follow sense frō Reason go And bring them to the bent of wisdoms Bo For sith our soules by Knowledge things discerne From whence the will hath pow'r of willing too If Knowledge then be to them both a Sterne They should do nought but what of her they learne And so they doe but their Guide being blinde Of the right Eie no mervel though they runne Too much on the left hand from place assign'd Directed by Delight the senses sunne But Cloudes of sinne our Knowledge over-runne Which make her run awrie in rightest vvaies Whereby our silly soules are oft vndunne VVhen as shee weenes to winne immortall praise And crowne her Craft with everlasting Baies Who learnes a trade must haue a time to learne For without time an Habit is not gain'd So diverse skills the soule cannot discerne Vntill they be by exercize obtain'd For by it onely Habittes are attain'd VVhich Habitts stretch not onely to our Deedes But to our suffrings beeing wrong'd or pain'd For Customes force another Nature breedes And pyning soule with patience it feedes Vnto a soule impatient seldome crost Each Daie a yeare each yeare an Age doth seeme But a meeke soule with troubles often tost The time though long doth ordinarie deeme For Time and Troubles she doth light esteeme This well appeares in sicknesse though most ill At first we still doe worst of it misdeeme But staying long with vs we make our vvill Familiar with it so endure it still Afflictions water cooles the heate of sinne And brings soule-health But at the first like frost It soule benummes as it were starv'd therein And sense and Life and sp'rit thereby were lost The Crosse doth quell to Hell the seldome crost Hence is it Christ doth with his Crosse acquaint Those that be his whereof they glory'ng boast For that the Crosse wel borne creates the Saint As it to Fiendes transformeth them that faint Affliction Ladie of the happy life And Queene of mine though my life happlesse be Give my Soule endlesse peace in endlesse strife For thou hast powre to giue them both to me Because they both haue residence in thee Let me behold my best part in thine Eies That so I may mine imperfections see And seeing them I may my selfe despise For that selfe-love doth from selfe-liking rise Enfold me in thine Armes and with a kisse Of coldest comfort comfort thou my hart Breath to my Soule that mortified is Immortall pleasure in most mortall Smart Be ieloues of me play a Louers part Keepe Pleasure from my sense with sense of paine And mixe the same with pleasure by thine Arte That so I may with ioy the griefe sustaine Which ioye in griefe by thy deere loue I gaine When from our selves we are estranged quite Though it be strange we so estrang'd should be Thou mak'st vs know our selves at the first sight And bring'st vs to our selves our selues to see So that we throughly know our selues by thee But bright Voluptu'snesse doth blinde our Eyes That we can nothing see and lesse foresee But what within her gaudy Bozome lies Being a Mappe of glorious miseries Pleasure thou VVitch to this bewitching VVorld Eare-charming Siren sold to sweetest Synne Wherwith our Hartes as with Cords is ensnarl'd That breake the Cords we cannot being in How blest had we bin had'st thou never bin For hadst not thou bin Griefe had nere had beeing Sith at thine end all sorrow doth begin And it with thee hath too good-ill agreeing That 's leagu'd in ill and in good disagreeing Observaunce looke about with thy right Eye View this VVorlds Stage and they that play thereon And see if thou canst any one espie That plaies the wanton being wo-begon Or in VVealth wall'wing plaies not the VVanton See how deepe sighes pull in each panting syde Of the first sort in all their Action And how the second sort no where abide As standing on no ground through wanton pride The first with downe-cast lookes stil eie the Mould As waying whence they came where they must The second with high lookes the Cloudes behold To see how they for place and grace doe thrust Like these vngratious proude Oppressors iust Quiett and sadd the first doe still appeare The otherm madde with mirth for quarells lust Affliction thus to God doth Soules indeere When welfare makes them to the Devill deere Revile mee vvorld say I am Sincke of shame Nay worse then Ill it selfe if worse might be Thou dost not wrong me VVorld for so I am Although I am the worse dam'd VVorld for thee Spitt out thy fame-confounding spight at me Make me so vile that I my selfe may hate That so I may to my Reformer flee And be'ng reform'd I may still meditate On that pure Minde that mended my Minds state Then though Affliction be no welcome Ghest Vnto the world that loues nought but her weale Of me therefore shee shal be loved best Because to me shee doth the VVorld reveale Which worldly welfare would from me conceale It is a gaineful skill the VVorld to know As they can tel that with the VVorld doe deale It cost them much ere proofe the same doth show Which knowledge frō Afflictiō streight doth flow And though the entrance into Vertues way Be straite so strait that few doe enter in Yet being entred walke with ease we may For labour endes when vve doe but begin Sweat before Vertue lacky-like doth rin To ope the gate of Glory sempiterne That her triumphant coach might enter in So outward temp'ral toile ' gets blisse eterne Vpon the corpes of Vertue most interne Sith Custome then is of such liuely
fulfill And leave the Reader to thinke what he will NOw may we range next to the Ranke of loue Other Affections and to doe it right We must place Favoure there by which w'approve Of some thing wherein we conceave delight For that it 's good in deede or so in sight Herein Loues obligation doth commence Yet favoure may haue force where loue lacks might But without Favoure Loue is a non ENS For Favoure waites vpon Loves excellence Then Reverence with Favour we may Ranke Bredd by comparing some high Dignitie With some inferior State that Fortune sanck Which then is in it's right especially When extreame feare and Hatred come not ny For though in Rev'rence Feare and Shamefastnesse VVith moderation doe obscurely lye Yet Feare by some Ill caus'd Good doth suppresse Still seene in that which breedes our humblenesse True rev'rence therefore beare we vnto God Who is allâ—good as he almightie is For fear'd we nought but his revenging Rodd Our Rev'rence would be turn'd to hate by this Then Rev'rence growes from pow'r and grace of his And whosoere with them he most endowes Of Rev'rence from lesse Rev'rend cannot misse For Rev'rence Pow'r and Goodnesse still ensues And the lesse worthie to the better bowes For when we eie the vertue pow'r and grace Of the most Noble truely called so And looke vpon our selves and weigh how base VVe are compar'd with them then bend we lo As vnto them that vs in Good out-go For as selfe-liking doth enlarge the Hart Or puffe it vp like Bladders which we blo So it contracts it selfe in ev'ry part When we see others passe vs in desart Then as we rev'rence God for goodnesse more Then for his might and awfull Maiesty So if we would be rev'renc't of the Low'r We must surmount them in that ex'lency That makes vs most resemble Dëity For whereas Goodnesse doth associate Might There the most Insolent most rev'rently Though otherwise repleat with al Dispight VVill doe their Homage freely with delight For homage fealty and honor are To sacred Vertue due by Natures Law Honor we owe to Vertue though but bare And Vertue matcht with might doth Rev'rence draw Then Honor Reverence and loving awe Are due to Maiestie and that is due To Magistrats that Men froÌ„ Vice with-draw And make them Vertue eagerly ensue Themselues therin be'ng Leaders of the Crue The last Affects to Love subordinate Are Mercy and Compassion These are they VVhich make vs like God to commiserate The miseries of those that still decay Or are at point to perish without stay These these bewraie that we are Members quick Of that same Bodie whose Head doth bewray That they are Members mortifide or sick VVhich feele no paines that fellow members prick These make vs make the hand of the distrest Our Mucke and Earthly Mammons continent Yea make vs make the Orphanes home our Brest And our right Arme the VVeedowes Sustinent And all that want our All them to content O that these were more frequent then they are With those that doe our Churches so frequent For damn'ds Devotion that will nothing spare But for selfe-comfort altogither care These Colledges and Hospitals erect And both endow with copious maintenance These are so prevalent in their effect That they vnto the Heav'ns doe Earth advance Wherein there is no want or sufferance These doe forgiue as gladly as they giue Vnto their foes miscarried by Mischance These good and bad like God in lacke relieue For Mercies Bowels melt when anie grieue These Bridges builde ore Rivers semi-Seas And turne deepe VVaies though endlesse in extent To Cawseis firme for Man and Beasts more ease And ev'ry waie provide for bothes content Through fellow-feeling of their dryriment These make their VVaredrops and the Needies one And their owne Limbes limbes of the impotent Ioy with the ioiefull mone with them that mone And sigh in soule when they in Bodie grone O that my soule could as it gladly would It selfe infuse into each worde or line That tendes to Mercies glorie then it should So as it ought at least like Phoebus shine If not at most bee more then most divine For Mercie and Iustice are Gods mightie Armes But he most might to Mercie doth assigne As bee'ng the right Arme holding all from harmes Though All do fall through Frailties least Alarmes Mercie 's the true Idea of Gods Soule Wherein his matchlesse glorie glitters most Which is of force his Iustice to controule For when in Iustice all that are were lost Then Mercie them redeem'd to Iustice cost The Lord of Iustice was vniustly slaine That Mercie might triumph and iustly boast As Loue first made so Mercie made againe Man-kind that sin had marr'd with monstrous stain Sith Mercie then is of so high account Shee should bee most familier with the Hy For God in mercy doth himselfe surmount That is it doth himselfe most glorify So they that eie the Poore with Pitties eie And haue most mercie seated in their soule Draw neer'st the nature of his Dëity Whose names engrossed are in his Check-role And next him ought the VNIVERS to rule THus having toucht th' Affections most humane That humane nature doe consociate Now follow those that are most inhumane Bred by Opinion of Ill which wee hate Which make vs savage or in worse estate The vnrest of our soules the while they rest Within our Bodies and predominate Proceedes from fowre chiefe causes of vnrest Which thus by Natures searchers are exprest Desire Feare Griefe Ioy all immoderate Which perturbations be from these proceede Al Passions which the soule excruciate Which the Mindes ignorance doth fatting feede As knowing not what 's good or Ill indeede Desire and Ioie those goods accompany Which be not good further then Natures neede And that a little God wot doth supply For overmuch doth her soone mortifie Aske peace and plenty what fell fights they haue With these three Monsters Pride Strife Excesse Hardly themselues if they at all doe saue From their fell force they eas'ly wil confesse Yet God with Peace and Plentie Man doth blesse That Man might blesse God both in word and deede Not take occasion from thence to transgresse But from these Fountaines pure doe oft proceede By their abuse Abuses which exceede For sinne in peace and plentie is so arm'd VVith all that may allure the simple sense That sense by those allurements is so charm'd That soone it yeeldes to sinne obedience As it were forc'd by some Omnipotence When sinne so sweetly doth intreate and pray And promise Flesh Heav'n in Incontinence To which prosperity doth Flesh betray How can fraile Flesh and Bloud say sweet sinne nay If Tast would tast what might her Pallate please Sinne offers Manna Nectar and what not VVould touching feele sinne opens pleasures Seas To plunge the sense therein it to besot The smell shee ioies with sents as sweete as
for substance as where resident For in the braines Hippocrates it puts And Strato in the space betweene the eies In the harts hollow veine the Dog it shuts That alwaies in a Tub enkenell'd lies The Stoicks say the Hart doth it comprise In al the body saith Democritus In al the brest say others as vnwise In the braines ventricles saith Hierophilus Thus al in al were most erronious Empedocles in bloud the â—ame doth bound Galen would haue each limb a soule to haue Renowned Galen how wast thou renown'd That didst thy selfe so foolishly behaue Thus for the place they with each other straue And for the soules continuance no lesse The Epicure the bodie makes her Graue And dies and lies with it But some confesse Shee 's capable of everlastingnesse Pythagoras by transmigration Wil haue it everlasting or at least As long as beasts shal haue creation For it doth passe saith he from MaÌ„ to beast What Foole could more ridiculously iest Yet he disciples had and not a few That this grosse doctrine did with ease disgest Therefore no Beasts these more beasts euer slue Sith they their freÌ„ds souls held for ought they knew The Stoickes held the meane tvvixt Epicures And Pythagoreans for that soule they say That 's vicious vvhilst the body it immures Doth die and vvith the bodie quite decaie But if it vertuous be it liueth aie Some partes of it as Aristotle holdes That haue seates corp'ral with them fal avvay But vnderstanding vvhich no Organ holdes As free from filth AEternitie infoldes Thus for their ending or continuance Do they contend no lesse ChristiaÌ„s striue For their beginning some the same advance To heav'n and say they there did ever liue Since Angels fel. And other some beleeue That one soule doth another propagate Some others their commencement do deriue From time that first the Angels were create Which sacred Austine doth insinuate Others there be who constantly affirme That soules created are from day to day Which he of Aquine boldly doth confirme For sith the soule doth forme the bodies clay It with the bodie must be made they say Whereto agrees each moderne Schoole-divine So that these Men doe from each other stray Touching the soules birth which they mis-assigne For they speake ill that cannot wel define And Epicures the same doe mortal make The Pythagoreans it doe transmigrate Some say the heavens do the same retake Some put it into hell in endlesse date Others would haue it earth perambulate Some say there 's but one vniversal soule Whereof particulars participate Which saying Plato doth not much coÌ„trole But that he would haue either to liue sole Some make each Man two distinct soules to haue The Intellective and the Sensitive And that the Sensitiue the parents gave But the Creator the Intellective Others the soule doe of the same deprive For they the soule and Vnderstanding part Some make no difference but doe beleeue The Vnderstanding is the chiefest part Thus in Conceite they from each other start Some held opinioÌ„ Soules are bred in Heav'n And of the divine Nature portions are Deckt with al vertue by that Nature giv'n Togeather with al skill knowledge cleare Which in that nature ever doe appeare From whence they did descend to animate Mens bodies which by nature filthie were Which did those pure Soules so cotaminate That they those Skills vertues quite forgat So that they could not vse theÌ„ further foorth Then they were taught which made theÌ„ to suppose That what skill vertue or what other woorth The Soule bewrai'd was but a minding those It had in Heav'n and so knowes al it knoes So that the portions of the divine fire Be'ng wel neere queÌ„cht by Blood which theÌ„ orefloes Must be rekindled and made to aspire By Doctrine which the spirit doth desire Wheron they do coÌ„clude that sith the soule By entring in the Body most vncleane Is made prodigious and extreamely fowle To Heav'n caÌ„not returne be'ng so obscene Till it by Discipline bee purged cleane And decked with the rights of her Birth-right Which to regaine Instruction is the meane Or from the Body being parted quight They may be purg'd some saie though most vnright Now when we ballance al these Arguments In the sincere Scales of the Sanctuary Wee finde them viler then VVitts Excrements And lighter then the Skumme of Vanity For true it is The Blinde eates many a Fly But that Man hath a Soule none is so blinde But sees her almost with Eyes bodily And that shee 's endlesse the dymst Eyes of Minde By Natures dymest light may lightly finde God is a sp'rite the VVorld a Body is Both which in Man are plaine Epitomiz'd Of God hee 's Abstract in that soule of his And in his Corps the VVorld is close coÌ„priz'd As if the divine VVisedome had devis'd To bring into a Centers Center all His greatnesse that cannot be circuliz'd And the huge magnitude of the Earthes Ball For Microcosmos men Man fitly call Who in a Minute can the Earth surround And sincke vnto her Center then ascend And coÌ„passe with a trice the Heav'nly RouÌ„d Yea Heav'n Earth at once doth coÌ„prehend Not touching either But doth apprehend A thousand places without shifting place And in a moment ascend and descend To Heav'n Hell each of them embrace It selfe being compast in a little space This Man can doe without the Bodies aide Then must he doe it as a Man he is And in respect of his soule he is said To be a Man for by that Soule of his And onely by that Soule he acteth this Which seeth when the Bodies eyes be clos'd And when those Eyes bee ope oft sight doth misse It travels wheÌ„ the Body is repos'd And rests wheÌ„ as the same by Toile's dispos'd Th' external senses may loose all their pow'r If but the Instruments of them decay Yet Life and Reason may continue sure But Senses stay not if Life doe not stay And Life the soule doth stay or beare away The more the Corpes decaies so much the more The soule is strengthned which sick-men bewray Who when their Bodies are most weake and poore Their Minds reveale most strength and riches store Then it s a substance and no Qualitee For Qualities in Substances subsist TheÌ„ that which makes another thing to Bee No Quality can be but doth consist In its owne substance which doth sole exist Then sith a man 's a man that is to say A lyving Creature with right Reason blist He hath a soule that forms him doth sway Else were he but a livelesse Lumpe of Clay Which soule is Bodilesse else could it not Containe so many Bodies smal and great By some of which it would be over-shott For al this All were it much more coÌ„pleate In it may sit without place for
a Seate Yet doth our bodie bound it which is smal But wert a Corps it could not doe that feate For that which can containe Heav'n earth and all Which they containe cannot be corporall The more it hath the more it vvill receiue The more it holdes the more it doth desire The more things bee it best doth them conceaue VVhether they be distinct or els intire All which at once may in the Soule retire Without disturbing or annoying either All which t' effect doth such a Soule require That infinite had neede be altogither And in a sort the soule can bee no other We may in Minde conceaue anothers Minde Then that which can conceaue things bodylesse Can be no body though pure as the winde But meerely Sp'rituall which may haue egresse Into each Sp'rite and from thence make regresse Without those Sp'rites perceaving of the same Then must the substance that makes such accesse Bee immateriall in deede and name The soule therefore is of a sp'rituall frame Two formes at once of quite repugnant kinde No Matter can receaue but the soule can Black VVhite Fire Frost Moist Dry these place doe finde Without resistance in the soule of man Then soules wee see at Matter nere began Nay sith the lesse with Matter we doe mell The more we vnderstand it followes than That nought can more against the soule rebell Then matter which the soule doth hate as Hell For wer 't Materiall whereof i st made If of the Elements how give they sense That never Life since their creation had Much lesse then can they giue Intelligence In whom nor Life nor sense hath residence A Body's meerely Passive But the Sp'rite Is absolutely Active And from thence The Bodies Actions doe derive their might Or els no Limbe could stirr or wrōg or right And that the soule is an immortall Minde Not mortall like the Body doth appeere That whereas Time in his turnes vp doth winde The Bodies substāce which those turnes doe weare Yet can those motions the soule nothing steere But to more staidnesse they the same doe turne And make her more immortall as it were VVho like the Pow'r divine can Time adiorne Or make it stay or it quite overturne The Time past present or to come are all As to the soules sire present to the soule VVhich makes her matterlesse and immortall For that which can stay Time when he doth rowle Must be Divine nought else can Time controule Then Time is subiect to the soule wee see VVhich as his Sov'raigne him doth over-rule And though in Time the soule was made to Bee Yet shee makes Times turnes to her tunes agree Beside her Food doth her immortall make For mortall Creatures feede on mortall things As Beastes on Grasse and Beasts mens hunger slake But shee doth feede on Truth which truely bringes Immortall state without al varyings For Truth 's as free from al corruption As from Tymes Turnes restlesse alterings Thē sith the Soule doth feede on Truth alone It needs must be immortall in Reason What soule can doubt her immortality But such as is immortal for that doubt Doth rise frō Reas'ns discourse ingeniously Then if by Reason shee brought that about That souls are mortal That soul 's not without The pow'r of Reason who hath that pow'r Must needs be of that rare Coelestial Route Which Iron Teeth of Time cannot devoure For Reas'n made Time and past Time doth endure No Soule humane but covetts stil to Bee VVhich could not be if shee but mortal were VVhen shee lookes backe AEternitie to see Shee sees she cannot past beginnings beare But be'ng begun would faine past Time appeere Then how is it that Men are al so faine If Nature therevnto all doe not steere But how i st naturall if it be vaine And vaine it is if it doe nought obtaine If ever thou resolved wer't to dye Consider how thy Soule discoursed then Coulde shee perswade her selfe that shee must fly Sith shee was made of nought to nought agen And as Beastes died so did mortal Men Maugre thy soule while shee doth thus discourse Shee slipps from al Conclusions and doth ren Quite from her selfe by Natures proper force To weigh which way she wends free'd frō her Corse The damned Epicurean-Libertine At Deathes approach stirr'd vp by Natures might To Life immortall would his Soule resigne And in his soule resistlesse reasons fight To proue the soule immortal by Birth-right Doe what he can his Thoughts to pacifie Whiles they immortal striue to make his Spright He cannot for his soule them satisfie But they wil stil beleeve shee cannot die If one weake thought say thy soul 's but a Blast That with thy Breath is vapored to nought A stronger thought saith it doth ever last For nought can mortal be that hath that thought By Reason thus the soule is inly taught If wandring thoughts perswade that Soules depend On that which Nature in the Bodie wrought Domestick thoughts against those thoughts contend And say Soules Bodilesse can never end They came from God to him themselues they lift They mount as high as they dismounted bee Ev'n as a Fountaine doth her Current shift As high as it descended naturallie So Soules doe mount to him of whome they Bee Beastes know no more but natures partes externe But our soules into Natures secrets see Nay stay not there but they thereby doe learne VVho gaue them sight such secrets ◠to discerne Some say the Soule and Bodie are but one Because their outward Sense perceaues no more They might denie God too by like reason Because they see him not yet evermore They see his deedes for which we him adore Then let the actions of thy soule perswade Thy thoughts thou hast a soule let the lore Which God in her infus'd whē he her made Teach thee to know that thy soul cānot fade The soule consists not by the outward sense But by the soule the outward sense consists The outward sense hath no Intelligence VVhich in and by an Instrument subsists But as an Instrument sense her assists The sense can see a Fort but if w'inferre Men made the same and it the Foe resists This doth surmoūt the outward senses farre And doth conclude our soules aboue thē are Our Reason often giues our sense the lye Whē sense would misinforme th' Intelligēce For sense gaine-saies the Heav'ns pluralitie But Reason proues the same by consequence The Moone at full hath greatest light saith sense But Reason by cleere Demonstration Doth proue her then to haue least radience Then Reason by this illustration The soule not sense makes Her foundation The Sunn 's one hundred sixtie six times more Then the Earthes Globe in compasse but the sense VVith Tooth and Naile with-stands it evermore And saies nay sweares ther 's no lesse difference Then twixt the Center and
Circumference But Reason by right Rules them both doth meate VVhich shee hath made by her experience And findes the Sunne as erst we said more great By Demonstration more then most compleate We by our soules conceaue as erst was said VVisedome and knowledge bee'ng incorporal But outvvard sense is altogither stai'd On qualities of things meere corporall The soule by reason makes rules general Of things particuler but sense doth goe But to particulers material The soule by the effect the cause doth sho But sense no more but baâ—e effectes doth kno The proper essence of things is obscur'd And by themselues of vs cannot be knowne Therefore the knowledge of them is procur'd By accidents and actions of their owne Which to the soule by wits discourse is showne For she concludes by Reasons consequents Though of themselues they meerely are vnknown That thus they are which high experiments Lie farre aboue the reach of sense ascents In them which wil not vnderstand this Truth Their ignorance is sinne most pestilent But they which cannot ah the more the ruth Their ignorance of sinne 's the punishment And who denies a Truth so evident Hath neither grace nor sense for all may see The soul's immortal and divinely bent And hath most force when shee from flesh is free Which proues her powre and immortalitee If soules and bodies then be so distinct And that the soule as she of God was made Is free from sinne and by her owne instinct Shee hates that sense that doth to sinne perswade How is it then that shee should be so bad For from the soule sinne doth her force deriue Which with her waight the body doth orelade Can shee both cause and yet against sinne striue Shee may quoth All but few doe it beleeue This is a Gulffe that swallowes vp the soule And quite confounds her if shee enters it This secret deepe deepe wisedome did enroule In that still-closed booke of secrets fit For Her alone to know not erring wit â— Therefore the more presumption we show In search hereof the more are we vnfit A secret so vnknowne as this to know For they know most thereof whose sp'rits are low The lesse sobrietie vve vse herein The more we erre in by-pathes of Offence And giddy headed headlong fal to sinne From which we hardly rise by penitence For sinnes presumptuous grace doe most incense Then let vs curbe our head-strong thoughts when they Would run beyond the reach of sapience And make them stop where wisdome points a stay That is to go no further then they may Many a curious Question hath bin mou'd Touching this secret and no fewer Iarres Hath it procur'd and all to be reprou'd Sith ev'ry one his owne conceite preferres Which to maintaine stil maintaines wilful warres Some so desire to know that faine they would Breake through the Bounde that humane knowledge barres To pry into His brest which doth infold Secrets vnknowne These strange opinions hold But let it vs suffize thus much to know That though the soule cannot be soild with sinne As God created her yet sinne doth flow From Adam to the soule and enters in When shee the bodie doth to moue begin Nor must we make her sinnefull in respect Shee with the Corpes is Cas'd as soild therein But make the Fault of Adam her infect VVhich is indeede sole cause of that effect At large to proue her immortalitie I should like her well-neere be infinite For if the Image of the Deity Bee found in Man in his soule it is right And though by Adam shee bee made vnright Yet by the second Adam full of grace Shee is againe reform'd and made vpright Which makes her striue when sin would her deface To foile it or at least not giue it place Inough my Muse of that vvhich nere ynough Can well be said and let me restlesse rest For I must ply my Penne which is my Plough Sith my lifes sunne is almost in the VVest And I provided yet but for vnrest Time flies avvay these Numbers number time But goodes they number not for their int'rest Is nought but Aire which though to heau'n it clime Is but meere Vapor rising but from slime There is no end in making many bookes and much reading is a wearinesse of the Flesh. Eccles. 12.12 Yet this we doe and pleasure take in toile Although we doe but plow the barraine Soile FINIS An Extasie WEther entranc'd or in a dreame of dreames Procur'd by Fancy in our sleepes extreames Or vvhether by a strong imagination Bred in the Bowels of deepe Contemplation My soule vvhen as my bodie vvaking was Did see what doth ensue in Fancies Glasse I know not vvell but this ful wel I know If it no substance were it was a show A show whereat my Muse admired much Which she with her best sense can scarslie touch It was so strange and full of mistery Past apprehension of her ingeny Me thought I saw at least I saw in thought As on a Rivers side I lay long-straught Eyeing the VVaters eie-delighting glide An heauenly creature more then glorifide Vpon the waues come tripping towards me Who scarse the water toucht did seeme to flee Her face was louely yet mee thought shee lookt As one that had long time and travell brookt The Robe she ware was lawne white as the Swanne Which siluer Oes and Spangles over-ran That in her motion such reflexion gaue As filâ—'d with siluer starres the heav'nly waue Her Browes two hemi-circles did enclose Of Rubies rang'd in artificiall Roes Whose precious haire thereto vvas so confixt That golde and Rubie seemed intermixt Vpon her head a siluer crowne shee ware Depressing so that rising golden Haire In token that shee knew no marriage Bed VVhich neâ—thelesse was richly garnished With rarest Pearle that on the arched bents That rose from that rich Crownes embattlements Did shine like that braue party-coulord Bow That doth Heav'ns glorie and their mercy show About her Necke hung Natures Miracle A Carcanet of glorious Carbuncle VVhich did the Sunne ecclipse and clos'd mine Eyes That they could not behold her other guise This sight though glorious much amated me From which rowzing my selfe I sought to flee But with the offer I fell downe againe As one whose Legges could not his Corpes sustaine Yet still I off'red bootelesse to be gon For Sights divine daunt the stout'st Champion At the first sight for Nature doth not love To see fraile Creature ought her selfe aboue VVhen lo this heau'nly Apparition Bad me not feare with sweete perswasion For I am shee quoth shee that lately was Thy Sov'raigne frëed from this Earthy Masse I now can like an Angell with a trice Shift place to serue the Prince of Paradice And I am come to thee by his permission That notwithstanding thy obscure condition Thou should'st by me haue light and cleerely see As in a Glasse what shal
thought VVhat shouldst thou doe with that that 's good for nought Let theÌ„ go waite on Byshops to whose See They doe belong but let the Prince be free VVilt thou be Servant to the common Trash That often leaves their Master in the lash Or spend thy VVitte and Sp'rits for such Riffraffe And so consume the Corne to saue the Chaffe VVilt thou orewhelme thy selfe in all anoy That they may swime aloft in Seas of Ioy VVhat wilt thou place thy pleasure in thy paine And make thy Subiect be thy Soveraigne Wilt loose thy roiall sole prerogatiue To make vngrateful base Bash rags to thriue O be indulgent to thine owne deere Hart And of Heav'ns blessings take a blisful part Doe not depriue thy selfe of that rare blisse That vnto none but thee peculier is And here vpon the sodaine great mishap I found my selfe in Oxford my loues lap Where thinking seriously vpon this thing I heard some say God saue king Iames our King And therewithal I heard a Trumpets clang That in an vnison that Dittie sang Then did I more admire what I had seene But griev'd I had so double lost the Queene And grieu'd no lesse sith I saw not the rest Of that wherein I held me highlie blest Had I so blessed bin t' haue seene th' event I should haue thought my time divinely spent But as I cannot now diuine vvhat shal Vnto this Land orewhelm'd in blisse befal So wil I not suspect the worst for why God onely good keepes good Kings company JOHN DAVIES To the Right Ho. and most most Reverend Father in God my Lord Archb. of Canterb. his grace THou temp'rate Soule that holdst promotion To be but Vertues meede and vertuouslie Dost higher prize the Soules devotion Proceeding from the low'st humilitie Passion-suppressing wel-disposed spirit Cleere glasse wherein true Pastors may behold The hall'wed life that heaven doth inherit Whose praises Glorie writes in liquid gold O helpeful harmelesse vertuous virgin Priest O louing tender-harted gaullesse Doue O that Arte could in thy praise so insist As answere might the measure of my loue But for my loue herein surmounts my skill Accept this poore show of my rich good-will I. D. To the most gracious Prince the Duke of Lennox c. FOr no respect great Lord but for the loue I owe to grace and greatnesse ioin'd in one Doth my weake Pen her strongest vertue proue To graue thy name vpon this paper-stone That if it chance the turnes of Time to brooke Which grinde to pouder all produc'd in Time Thy Name at least which is my most may looke Like to it selfe in my hard-fauour'd Rime If voice of those that loue the voice diuine Bee true the truth whereof none ought to doubt Thou like the Moone among heav'ns laÌ„ps dost shine While Sol thy Sov'raigne goes the Globe about Long maist thou as he doth giue light to all That pleas'd or pain'd doe foote this earthy Ball. I. D. To the R. Honorable and highly valued Lord the Earle of Northumberland c. WHo cannot raigne in height of lofty stile That hath so high a subiect for the same As thy heroicke worth and glorious name Is abiect nay then abiect farre more vile Magnificke thoughts to think on thoughts doth mouÌ„t Aboue the spheare of common intellect The thought of thy thoughts causeth this effect Which maks my towring thoughts theÌ„selus surmouÌ„t I thinke of thee and them as of those things That moue to rest in honors highest Spheare Sith vertue is the scale the same to reare Which wil make thee as neere as deere to kings As long great Lord as Vertue guideth thee Thou shalt be blest of God King State and me I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of VVorcester c. WErt thou most noble Lord a scurge to me Plagueing my misses vvith an Iron Rod Yet vvould I in my hart still honor thee For though he punish me I honor God Thou dost hurt no man simplie for his harme But as the Surgeon doth his hurt to heale Would wounded or diseased states did swarme With no worse Surgeons for their Common-weale I honor thee for that vvhich God himselfe Doth honor Men that is for drawing neere To his great goodnesse not for Port or Pelfe I honor thee for that deere Lord and deere Shal such be to me for their vertue sake Though I thereof no vse at all doe make I. D. To the Right right Honorable the Earle and Countesse of Rutland FOr infinite respectes to thee ' sweete Lord My Muse doth consecrate these zealous lines Which is the All her nothing can afford Serving for nothing but for true loues signes To thee that do'st enioy fruite of his loines From whoseworsts parts proceeded nought but good Whose weakest vvorths brake Envies strongest foines These lines I send and to his deerest blood Sweete couple that haue tasted sweete and sowâ—e The sweetest potion worldly weale can taste O let each others sweetes that gaull devoure Which with this sowre VVorlds sweetes is interlac't And that you may doe so your vnknowne yours Will praie so you vouchsafe to call him ours I. D. To the Right Honorable Earle of Cumberland Neptunes vice-gerent Sea-controling Spirit That makes her pay thee tribute and thy land Of which thou dost therefore great honor merit And worthy art thou on both to command So long thou hast the Northen-pole regarded That nature now hath made that pole thine head So lookes are with what was lookt for rewarded Then by his light let thy course still be led If so thy fame the world inviron shall For his light leades to glory infinite Then eie him well and his staid motions all Yea draw as neere him as is requisite So Fame thy name will on the Skies enrole So shalt thou honor'd be by this North-Pole I. D. To the Right Noble and intirely beloved Earle of Southamtonâ— c. WElcome to shore vnhappy-Happie Lord From the deepe Seas of danger and distresse Where like thou wast to be throwne over boord In every storme of discontentednesse O living Death to die when others please O dying Life to live how others will Such was thy case deere Lord such al thine ease O Hell on Earth can Hell more vex the VVill This Hell being harrowed by his substitute That harrowed Hell thou art brought forth froÌ„ theÌ„ce Into an Earthly Heaven absolute To tast his sweetenesse see his excellence â— Thy Liege well wotts true Loue that soule must wouÌ„d To whom Heav'ns grace His doth so abound I. D. To the Right Noble and no lesse learned then iudicious Lord VVilliam Earle of Pembrooke c. DEere Lord if so I could I would make knowne How much I longe to keep thee still alive These Lines though short so loÌ„g shal be thine owne As they have pow'r Vitality to giue I consecrate this Myte of my devotion To the rich Treasurie of thy deere fame Which shal serve though nought else worth as a Notion For Tyme to sever
MICROCOSMOS THE DISCOVERY OF THE LITTLE World with the government thereof Manilius An mirum est habitare Deum sub pectore nostro Exemplumque Dei quisque est sub imagine paruâ By IOHN DAVIES At Oxford Printed by Ioseph Barnes and are to bee solde in Fleetestreete at the signe of the Turkes head by Iohn Barnes 1603. TO MY MOST DEERE AND dread Soveraigne IAMES by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland be all heavenly and earthly happinesse THoughts fight no more but now with Wits accord Yeeld al obedience to Arts rightest rule Then like a constant treble-twisted cord Binde vp the sweet'st affections of my Soule And in a Poesy giue them to O no They are too base for such high Excellence Yet prostrate giue them to him and say so So I may shunne dislike you insolence Great ó too narrow is this name for thee King yet too straite a stile for thy great worth And Monarch this with it doth best agree Deigne to accept a Base base Wit brought forth And base it is great Highnesse in each line Because indeede it is too rightly mine His Maiesties lesse then least and most vnworthy Subiect IOHN DAVIES To the sacred Queene of Englands most excellent Maiestie IF those VVombs blessed be from whom proceedes A world of blessings to the VVorld accurst Or if that gracious be that Graces breedes To make Men gracious being at the worst O then how blest and gracious is thy VVombe Deere Daughter Sister VVife vnto a King Wherein Heaven wrought as in a sacred roome Strong Props of peace which blest Time forth did bring Vnto a Mother-maide we all are bound For bringing forth our Soules preservatiue Who for the same is Queene in Heaven Crownd And sith thou bring'st our Corpes conservatiue We must crown thee in Earth or els we should Doe otherwise then Saints Angels would Your Highnesse most humbly devoted Vassall IOHN DAVIES The vvhole I le of greate Brittaine vvas of yore divided into 13. Kingdoms as by Monuments of antiquity and Historie the vvitnesses of time appeareth viz. England into 8. namelie Kent South-Saxons East-Saxons VVest-Saxons Bernnicia aliàs Northumberland Deira or Southumberland Est-Angles Mercia Scotland into 2. viz. Scottes Picts The Scottes on the VVestside the Picts on the East called Pictlād as the other Scotland VVales into 3. viz. North-wales Southwales and Povvys-land Vppon vvhich Plaine-songe thus I descant AN Articke I le there is most famous found In the great Lavor of this lesser Round Which Neptunes hand as most esteemd infolds And in his vnsweet-sweating bozome holdes On whom at once Heavens providence begate Thirteene Kinges ' which did her participate Shee fedd them sweetlie made them fatte to grow For from her Brest did Milke and Hony flow Who being pampred so ambitious made Gainst Nature gan each other to invade Shee greatly griv'd they quited so her loue And ay to make them one shee oft did proue But froward at the least they would be Twoo So lived long in strife with much adoo Yet like a tender Mother vext to see That hir deere children could no better gree Shee laboured night and day with Tyme to doe That which shee tride but could not bring them to Who both togither ioyn'd did them attone So Tyme and shee at last haue made them One. Then if in One Thirteene vnited be How great how glorious and how good is hee IOHN DAVIES AENIGMA A Treble paire doth our late wracke repaire And sextiplies our mirth for one mishappe These six as hopes to keepe vs from dispaire When clappes wee feard were sent vs at a clappe That we might clapp our hands in his high praise That made vs by our Heads losse much more faire And vs beheaded so our Head to raise One headlesse made all looke as blacke as Hel◠All headlesse makes the Head and all looke well SPHINX IF this a Riddle be then so be it Yet Truth approues what therein hid doth lie And Truth 's most louelie in the Eye of VVit When she is rob'd with richest misterie In few by losse we haue gott benefitt That 's six for one by lawfull vserie Then if we gaine by losse our losse is gaine So saith France Flāders Scotland Irelād Spaine To the iudicious Reader THou seest this great VVorld Reader perchāce Thine Eie is cloid with often seeing it Then see the Lesse with noe lesse circumstance Aud with VVittes Eie that Monarchy of VVitte The Heav'ns and Earth do make the greater VVorld And Soule and Bodie make the Lesse we prove The Heav'ns doe moue the Earth they are whirld By Him that makes the Soule the Body moue Who conquers it at least are Monarchs great Greater then those that conquered the greater For from their goodnesse Men their greatnes gette And they are best that doe subdue the better The great VVorld's good but better is the least Then view it to subdue it thou wert best IOHN DAVIS A Request to the Cittie of Hereford Deere Mother in whose Wombe my vitall flame Was kindled first by the Almighties breath Lend me thy name to adde vnto my name That one with other may keepe both from death Vnto thy conscience I poore I appeale Whether or no I haue deserved it My conscience telles me I haue sought thy weale With al my skill my will my woorth my witte Iudge God iudge good men iudge my truth herein Impartiall Iudges you shall iudge for me If so my soule is sear'd or I haue bin Deere Mother what I now would seeme to thee And doe confesse though vnkinde Parents proue Yet are their children bound to seeke their loue Iohn Davies of Hereford In Microcosmon IOH. DAVIS II Herefordiensis EN tibi Pythagorae sacram diamque 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Almae Naturae scatebram fontemque perennem Cuius quis pandet mysteria quisve profundos Audebit timidogressu tentare recessus Audet Davisius nec magnis excidit ausis Non is Daedaleâ per coelum remigat alâ Nec Phaetontaeo raptatus in aethera curru Stellarum inspector stupet aut Iovis atria lustrat In se conversus Divinae particulam aurae Non lippo aut lusco solers rimatur ocello Hunc lege quisquis aves Animani tam nobile germen Noscere decerptum delibatumque supremi Quod de mente Dei quisque hoc in corpore gestat Non te AEgyptiacus teneat tardetve character Nulla Syracusij Senis arte inventa morentur Suspensus coeli fornix vitreus orbis AEdibus in proprijs quae recta aut prava gerantur Inspicias haustamque polo vigil excute mentem Coelitùs emissum descendit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 IO. SANFORDVS Charissimo Iohanni Davisio Salutem OXoniae vates cum sis Herefordia quare Davisi in titulo pristina scripta tuo Crede mihi doctam non vrbem tale pigebit Ingenium in numero nomen habere
fro Like to the Load-stone whose North-point attracts And South-point putts off what the North pulls to So thou North-point by right and vertuous Acts Dost draw our Crowne and vs to thee contracts And those South from thee that in show might draw By Vertue mou'd as loathing bloudie facts Put off the Crowne before their head it saw To thee whose vertue breedes their loue and awe See see how Mother Natures totall Body Doth as inspired with a second Soule Exult to see thee weare the Crowne vnbloudy See how the Orbes of Heav'n doe slowly roule To slacke Times course which they for thee controule The hoast of starres with Sol their soveraigne Fight all aspects malitious to ore-rule The Elements renew their force againe To blesse with plentie thy thrice-blessed raigne Our Fields are clad in three-pil'd Greene in Graine Three pil'd for thicknesse that none sees the Ground In Graine which no Land can for goodnesse staine Like ioyfull Sommer Queenes they thus are gound To see their Kiâ—g by whom they flourish cround VVho will for thee such larges throw about VVith open hand that Beggars shall abound VVith fill of Bread yea all the land throughout Shall glut her Children with Milke Flowre and Frute Behold our Heards crowning our gorgeous Downes VVith Diadems of rich and rarest Wooll See how the virgin Lambes in milke-white Gownes Doe skip for ioy whereof their harts are full No Beast nay not the Asse though nere so dull But in his voice though vnarticulate Salutes these times and vp their spirites pull So Airie and Watrie Flockes congratulate Thy fortune blest to staie this sincking state No Beast is backward in this common ioy But the slowe Oxe and hee with open Throte Complaines for that Men will him now imploy More then before yet tunes a doubtfull Note That none may him directly grieved note For he though nere so blunt of wit and sprite Cannot but know except hee can but dote That his whole Tribe might haue beene bucherd quight To feede huge Hosts if thou hadst not thy right Our Houndes and Haukes with Spaniels them among Togither drue their Heads so to decree VVith Triumph such as to them doth belong How th' one should runne and crie the other flea To sport their King for their Sportes libertee They fear'd their game had beene expired quight And that their owne decay they soone should see For no flesh comes amisse t' a hungry wight That hunts for Flesh for neede not for delight The Rivers dallying with their beautious Banckes VVith voice of comfort whisper in their Eares That Swans shall decke them now not Soldiers Rancksâ— Swans whose sweete Songs shall banish cares and feares And both ioy-drown'd do interchange sweete Teares Each silver Prill gliding on golden Sand Transmuted so by these new golden yeares Oreflowne with ioy doth laugh vpon the Land VVhich as with blisse entraunct amaz'd doth stand The senslesse Trees with sense of ioy past Ioy Send through their Buff-skyn Barks their iuyce in Teares VVhich ere they fall blithe Nature doth imploy In Buds and Blossoms so that each appeares Smiling on all and Roabes of Triumph weares So all doe weepe and laugh and laughing weepe That earth the Iade of Elementals beares And as an holy-day this yeare doth keepe Drownd in a Sea of hoonied pleasures deepe The Seasons of the yeare in councell sate VVhich of the fow'r thee first should entertaine VVho all decreed the Spring as chiefe in state Should welcome in thy comming hereto raigne And decke our Triumphes for our Soveraigne Among the Monthes March was thereto assign'd Yet hee refus'd till hee his puffes restrain'd And having spent his spight to wit his winde Iâ— fine he welcomes thee in mildest kinde The Day and Night straue then for greatest might VVhen thou should'st come this Islâ— of Isles to sway So greed there should bee as much Day as Night The Day to triumph in the Night to play VVith Heav'nly Visions which sweete sleepes bewray Neptune now hugs his Darlinge in his Armes This Queene of Isles lest that his Tridents sway Should bee made subiect to her Sceptred Armes So flatâ—'ring seekes to shunne his feared harmes Her Eies witnesse mine Eies lights of the Land Oxford and Cambridge distill'd ioyfull Teares VVith cries among for loe the Doctors stand Prest with the Presse filling the Worlds wide Eares VVith showts of ioy that fainted late with feares Vp go their Caps so Gravity for ioy Doth light become and Age like Youth appeares VVhich doubled mirth to see Eld play the Boy And with Cap tost till lost to sport and toy Looke in the studies of the younge and old Their wonted studies wee shall changed see For now the Muse their heades deere harts doth hold The while their hands are making lines agree To meate their ioy that cannot measur'd be Happy is he that can light on one line That may expresse and kisse it for a fee The thousandth part of what his hart doth line Namely that ioy that no name can define Some bend their browes and wroth with their conceite Doe scratch their Cogitations hardest Hold For having no Worths in their rude Receipt VVorth the bestowing though the worst be gold WVhich is but Drosse compar'd with what they would Some other write and blot and blotting write So thoughts in Blots infolded thoughts vnfold Bewraying so the Worlds of their delight Is more then Worlds of thoughts can well reciteâ— And hee that best dischargeth his Soules charge Doth it displeasingly with much a doe As when rare Preachers whith a blessing large Discharge their hearers thronging out they goe That at the Gate they sticke and stumble too VVhen some by maine force from their fellowes breake So thoughts in them so one another woo To be out first and so the same doe seeke That in the Portall of the minde they steeke And those that breake out come but stumbling ouâ— Nay cannot stand without some others stay So one each other stay in stumbling doubt And yet no one can well his doubts bewray For doubt he doth say what his friend can say He doubts his Lines may be for Loue or hate Led to his Liege that can all faults display Hee doubts their worth and carefull doubts their fatâ— So Doubts distresse his thoughts oppresse his Patâ— Learning and Vertue that did hang the Head As if they had receau'd their doome of death or had bin in a Dreame or rather dead VVith their kind Nurse deere Queene Elizabeth Who did theÌ„ with hir Crowne to thee bequeath Lo on the sodaine how they looke aloft Being reviv'd at point to render breath And with the Muses treade the Measures oft Meating their ioy with feete high-falling soft The Braine bredd Godesses poore forlorne Crue That still she feeds which some â— cal broken Braines Some Poets and some fellowes fangled new Some Rimers base that all the VVorld disdaines And other some MeÌ„s plagues but they are swaines These
endlesse rest it giues No rest it yeelds but kils both Man and Beast Yet rest it giues by reaving of their liues So kniues bereaue their rest that rest by kniues Men go to bed as to their graue with breath Where Death vnwares of breath theÌ„ oft depriues So while they sleepe in life they sleepe in death True Image of the life in Hell beneath For if in that Hell be degrees of Woes As Truth it selfe affirmes with voice divine Then may these seeme to be the worst of those That lowest Hell doth in it selfe confine For weeping and Teeth-gnashing that Hels Signe Is seene each where where civill Swords doe rage VVhich do the best-backt states in sunder chine And with Hell-like confusion doe engage The brightest Empires to darke Vassallage As when the might'st Baiazeth is come Into the clawes of some rude Tamburlaine Hee 's vsd more basely then the basest Groome Till he be forc'd to beate out his owne Braine Against the cage of his hard Harts disdaine So when the civill Swords vncivilliz'd In mightist Empires there it runnes amaine Through all till all be with Contempt surpriz'd Or all doe end ere so will be dispisde Thus whiles Athalia hath her owne bloud suckt And Achaz in the fire his Flesh did frie Yea whiles Samaria on her Walles hath pluckt Her childrens Limbes in sunder savagely Devouring them with hunger greedily Our Milke and hoony-flowing Palestine Hath overflowne withall felicitie Whiles Envie sought but could not saue repine To hale vs from this Sea with Hooke and Line So wee alone orewhelm'd in Earthlie Blisse Still diue in Pleasures Streames to finde new Ioies Not knowing once what Sword or Famine is Nor the least thing that Nature ought annoyes Saue when we list to make them sporting Toies VVhat are we Lord or what our Fathers house That it by thee such vvelfare still enioies As it doth seeme thy vvhole care 's cast on vs And to vs only wert most gracious VVhat endlesse Peales of Praise are due to thee From those to whom as to vnworthy vs Thou leavest not an headlesse Anarchee As to the Caniballs prodigious A Government more then most monsterous Nor as to the Tartarian Herdes of Cham Nor Swarmes of Tubal-gog most ravenous But with thy powre divine them vp didst dam Farre off from Albion in the Land of Ham Our present happinesse shall more appeere And long may it bee present and to come Compared with the state wherein we were At our grand Ancestors first calling home To civill life that long did rudely rome Their common-weale if so it may bee call'd VVas like to Romes when Sylla rag'd in Rome VVith Rage and Wronge and lawlesse might enthrall'd And by each savage Furie ever galld The greate devour'd the meane the meane the lesse VVho could gripe hardest held all as he would VVho crost his will the law did then transgresse For which he dide or dying liue he should So strongest Theeues themselues did Princes hold All was worse then it seem'd yet seem'd all woe For t was a Nation which this Land did hold That liv'd by one anothers overthro Yet for they liu'd togither seem'd not so I could although my Muse were neere so dull Be endlesse in this infinite discourse But now Decorum hy the eare doth pull My forward Muse and staies her in her course Lest that a Booke her Preface wax perforce It is ynough my Booke doth ore abound VVith tedious lines if not with lines farre worse Yet in well-borne Prolixitie is found That which abortiue Breefenesse cannot bound And for a tast God graunt it may prooue tastie Of what the Muse can doe now thou art come That which ensues though shee were over-hastie Is her first speach since Musing made her dombe This Brat conceaved in her barraine Wombe Was made to moue by the all-movers aide And if both moue thee to like all or some I shall account my Muse the blessedst Maide That ever for an Husband so long staide Yet shee that next to God and thee hath right My service to command commandeth me To be hir Mouth to vtter what shee might vnto hir great'st Protector next to thee Ere that my short wing'd Muse doo further flee My deerest Country VVales commandeth this That in the depth of all humilitee I let hir Prince to know how ill shee is For want of him hir Loue hir Life hir blisse VVhat shall I say deere Liege I 'm at a stand That haue so much with little skill to say Heau'n Earth Men Beasts Fish Fowle yea Sea and Land Exults with vs insults on those that may And will not curst be those I cursing pray To curse Gods foes and youres is but to blesse Those that be his and yours and both obay David did so and Davies doth no lesse Amen saie all that loue true blessednesse Iohn Davies CAMBRIA To the high and mighty Henâ—y by the grace of God Prince of Wales GReat Grandame Wales from whom these Ancestors Descended from whom I poore I descend I owe so much to my Pregeniâ—ors And to thee for them that vntill mine end Thy name and fame I le honor and defend Sith Ioy doth pasâ—age to thy speech deny For that thy Prince â—hine honor doth commend Lest that thy silence might be tane awrie Mine Artlesse Pâ—n shall thy Tongues want supply Did Curtius more for Rome then I for thee That willingly to saue thee from annoy Of dire dislike for ingratuitee Do take vpon me to expresse thy ioy And so my Muse in boundlesse Seas destroie Yet lo deere Grandame how myne active Loue My little All doth more then all imploy For thee that thou by me thy Prince maist moue To louethee for the ioy he makes thee proue O then most gracious Sonne vnto that Sire VVhose grace doth glorifie both Sire Sonnâ— Of thy great grace I prostrate thee desire To cast thine Eye on mine intention Rather then on my Muses action The Burden's waighty which shee vndergoes And shee is VVeake and Dull in motion Then let thy lively Soule hir Soule inclose And giue hir youth and Spright that aged groes As when a yongling lieth by the syde Of some old Sire his age doth vertue draw From his deere youth that makes Age longer bide So mine invention old cold rude and raw Not able to disgest ought in hir maw May by the quicke hereditary heate Of thy yong Muse that yâ—iest thoughts can thaw In VVales my Countries name performe this feare And welcome thee to thy long empty Seatâ— But ô I feele but with the thought of thee My frozen thoughts to melt as with a Sunne Whose comfort Brutes Remayne doth long to see And through my Nerues I feele the warme bloud runne FroÌ„ hart to braines to heat invention Mount Muse vpon the winges of high desire Runn Numbers now my swistest thoughts outruÌ„ne That prostrate on my face while you aspire I may salute thie Prince VVales and his Sire
deforme VVithout constraint for Hee Her freedome gaue And did with vnderstanding her informe That voluntarie service hee might haue As that his nature most doth loue and crave For as himselfe doth nothing by constraint So he constraines not those that him obay Lest that their vvil might haue cause of complaint For want of libertie it selfe to sway Those praiers please him not Constraint doth say But true obedience flowing from the vvill Then vvill should force her selfe for so shee may His gratious good will freely to fulfiil Sith good he made hir loue and loath the Ill. Then Iustice would that God mans will should doe When Man doth Gods vvill this exchang is iust And Gods free-wil must needes subscribe thereto Sith it is free to doe that needes itmust VVhich cannot doe the thing that is vniust For that were bondage free or freedome bound Sith ro doe evill but to haue a lust VVere Vassallage to Sathan that Hel-hound VVhich fredome to doe good would quite confound But yet the vvill hath many motions else Diverse degrees therein doe plaine appeare Some haue such open harts and wilful vvills As that they loue and hate through passion meere So Reason their Mindes Sterne in vaine doth steere For sense they serve and have no patience The seemeing neerest pleasure to forbeare For further good but forth-with please their sense As sensuall appetite doth them incense But vvill in others so hir selfe commaunds And those Pow'rs to her pow'r subordinate That being free shee bindeth both in bands And vnto Reason all doth captivate As many Dropsy-drie forbeare to drincke Because they know their ill t' would aggravate So vvill herein from her owne selfe doth shrinke And cleaves to that that Reason best doth thinke The Heau'ns and Earth and all the Elements And what besides Man is of them compos'd Doo GOD obay in his commaundements For as Hee wils so are they al dispos'd Yet never he himselfe to them disclos'd Then not from knowledge their obedience springes But from the nature in their kinds inclos'd Yet Men he made to know and doe the things That be of him which grace and Knowledge bringes And that he should with more heede doe the same A VVill he giues him ioyn'd wirh griefe and Ioy Which vvill might ioy when she doth passion tame And in the contrary might feele annoy All as shee doth her natiue powres imploy Here hence we know the odds twixt Ioy and Griefe For in extreames they comfort or destroy Such as leade here a good or evil life Both flowing from the vvill their fountaine chiefe This pow'r hath highest vertue of Desire And Caesarizeth ore each Appetite Shee rules being taught with libertie intire VVhose actions are to vvill and nill aright VVhose Obiect 's real good or so in sight In nature shee hates ill in deede or show And in the true or false good doth delight If ill for good shee choose hence it doth gro Because ill seeming good shee takes it so Shee nought can loue but hath some show of good Nor ought can loath but hath like show of ill Desire of good by her may be with-stoode But it shee cannot loath or leave it still So may shee choose to execute her will VVhen ill is tendred her indeede or sho Bnt cannot lâ—aue it or her wil fulfill Because to ill shee is a mortall foe And lothes it as sole worker of her woe Then must shee needs be ever vnconstrain'd Sith her Creators Wil would haue it so Shee could not be her selfe were shee restrain'd And though shee waites on Reason to and fro Yet shee makes Reason waite her will to kno For touching her her Lord confines his powre Which cannot take that he did once besto Namely arbiterment her richest dowre Except Not-beeing should her quite devoure For shee hath powre to obiect to the Minde What pleaseth her or not the same obiect And while the Thoughts the same do turne winde Shee may oreturne those Thoughts or them neglect And turne the Minde to what shee shal direct Yea when as Iudgments final doome is giv'n Shee may or may refuse the same t' effect For Men are not as Beasts by Nature driv'n Vnlesse of Reason they are quite bereav'n About shee goes when Iudgements doome is past And re-examines what it hath decreed Which done perhaps the same shee will distast Although the sentence be direct indeede And runnes another course lesse right with speed Which second search yet aimes at greater right Though shee mistakes the same for want of heede Which want proceeds froÌ„ Sins extreame dispight That blindes our Mindes eies in extreamest light Wherefore it vs behoues Grace to invoke Whereby wit vprightly may weld the will For as ill Sprites our fantazies provoke So on our wils they may the like fulfill And make her scorne to rule by Reasons skill For shee 's ambitious and delights to raigne Without controle how euer well or ill And beeing free shee runneth on amaine To ioy if wel if otherwise to paine This liberty of Monarchizing thus Shee deemeth good what ill so ere ensues Which libertie is bondage base to vs And free we were if our will could not chuse But vse His will that gaue vs wils to vse Whose only service only freedome is And only they are Slaues that it refuse Sith they are Sathans servants if not his Which please him most when they do most amisse For in this great commerce of terrene things The bad whereof exceeding so the good And that so fast the one to other clings That twixt them both there is great likelyhood Hardly by will can they be vnderstood And sith Men Bodies haue aswel as Soules Things bodily best like the bodies moode Which often so the Minde and VVill controules That as it lusts it rules and over-rules Herehence it is some mortall life doe prize Aboue eternal and their guts aboue The highest God that doth their guts suffize And though the will herein may rigor proue Yea may be forc'd to leaue what it doth loue Yet nought can her resistlesse powre constraine For nothing can desire from her remoue Although shee cannot doe what she would faine So maugre force shee freedome doth retaine Sith Reason then the VVils desires should sway And bring th' Affections to obedience It s requisite they should accorde alway To mainetaine warres against rebelling Sense Which is the rule of Reasons consequence Wherefore we may wel iudge of Reasons rule By the Affections and VVils continence As a good Prince or Master of a Schoole Make them they governe hate and shun misrule And for th' Affections from the hart proceede Which is the Seate of loue to God and Men If then the hart and Minde be wel agreed The hart with flames of lasting loue will bren And fire out froward Passions from their den Then wil the Tongue from harts aboundance speake Gods highest laudes till
by our Flesh too lustie yet too fraile Too luâ—tie in desire of its owne shame But fraile in that wherein it should prevaile Yet when its weak'st the Soule doth most assaile It not suffiz'd that nere-suffized Loue That al things made to make Man only Bee But to Be vvell as wel some men doe proue VVho though of Beeing they desirous be Yet not being wel they end ill sith they see Their being VVell and Being disagree Then Being was not Manns creations end But to be happy in a high degree And therfore al men al their forces bend T' inioy that Good that Beeing doth coÌ„mend Which good desire of Good in Man is knitt To a detesting of the contrary But for that sinne hood-wincks Mans Eie of VVitt He gropes for Good but feeles the Evill by From this desire of Good th' affections flie Which with their motion swiftâ— draw that desire Heere there and where soere they please to hy In pursuâ—e of that Good which they require To which though base they bee they would aspire Yet they were good kindly lov'd their like But they are ill and loue Ill seeming good Yet they by Natures instinct Ill dislike And yet by nature evil is their moode Basely obaying the sinne-soiled Blood At first they were Truthes other selfe for friends Yet now by them shee 's too too much with-stoode Adhering to her foe while shee pretends To blesse the Sense though to accursed endes The motiues of the Soule these motions are Whos 's other names are called the Affects â— By foll'wing good and flying ill they ARE Consisting so of these two good Effects Though Syn their sense with error oft infects Some vsher Iudgment some on her attend The later take or leaue as shee directs The Former naturally cannot offend For they desire but Nature to defend As when the Body Nature to suffize Desires to eate or drinke as neede requires Or when good happe or ill doth it surprize Then Ioy or sorrow moueth our desire These stil fore-run our Iudgment conspire With Nature to vsurpe her highest Throne For nature runneth on or doth retire As shee is mov'd by iudgment of her owne And so doe these that Nature wait vpon But those Affects that follow IudgmeÌ„ts Traine Wait hard as long as Hart is wel dispos'd Then lasts the League betweene the Hart Braine For al their iarres by Reason are compos'd But when the Hart against the Brain 's oppos'd Which oft proceeds of too much pampering Out flie th' Affections that were erst repos'd And from their neckes the Raines of Reason â—ling Impatient of slow Iudgments tarrying Yet true it is that Hart cannot be mov'd Ere Iudgment doomes what 's good or badd for it Then Hartes desires by her must be approv'd Or els the Hart cannot desire a whit For what she holds vnmeet it thinks vnfitt But for the motions of the Minde are free And neede not stay as it is requisit So before Iudgment doe they seeme to Bee Although they follow her as bond and free But though th' Affections cannot moue at all If Iudgment wing them not and make them flee Yet sound advice which heere we Iudgment call May be at rest when they too busy bee Mov'd by the iudgment of the Fantazee This Iudgment 's blinde yet is it most mens Guide And no lesse rash yet ruleth each degree This makes th' Affects from Rights straight Pathes to slide For Fantazy doth fancie waies too wide This skipp-braine Fancy moves these easie Movers To loue what ere hath but a glimpse of good Then straight she makes theÌ„ like vnconstant lovers To chaÌ„ge their Loues as she doth change her moode VVhich swimmeth with the current of the Bloud For as the body 's well or ill compos'd VVhich followes oft the nature of its foode So Fancy and these Fondlings are dispos'd Though in the Soule and Minde they be inclos'd And yet the body 's but the Instrument VVheron the soule doth play what she doth please But if the stringes thereof doe not concent The harmony doth but the soule displease Then tune the body Soule or playing cease And when a String is out straight put it in With Phisickes helpe which Passion may appease By humbling that which hath too lowd a dyn And put the Parts on a Soule-pleasing Pyn. These Partes though many yet of three consist That 's Humors Elements and Qualities Which three doe of fow'r partes a part subsist For from Earth VVater Aire and Fire doth rise All that the Heav'nly Cope doth circulize These are the Elements from whom proceede The Humors with their foresaid qualities For Bloud Flegme Choller Melancholy breede Hott Cold Moist Dry a fowr-fold vital Seede An Element is the most simple part VVhereof a thing is made and in its wracke Is last resolved And in Phisicks Art There are but tvvo which two of those doe lack That al the Elemental bodies make These two are tearmed Simples CoÌ„pounds The first is borne on Speculations back The last is bredd by Practize which coÌ„fouÌ„ds Two or moe Simples in each others bounds The Elements of Natures famelies Produce the Elementals temprament VVhich is a mixture of the Qualities Or composition of each Element As these doe bend so are their bodies bent VVhich we Complexion cal wherof are two VVell and ill tempred And the Aliment That feeds the Body herein much can doe For that can make marre Complexion too VVell-tempred is an equal counterpoise Of th' Elements fore-mention'd qualities Whereof ther 's but one thing of Natures choise VVherein shee made the mixture thus precise As Galens tract of Tempers testifies VVhich of each hand is the interior skin And hence we may thus fitly moralize That Nature to the Hand so good hath bin That it might temper what the Mouth takes in Ill tempred's that where some one Element Hath more dominion then it ought to haue For they rule ill that haue more regiment Then nature wisdome right or reason gaue So doth this Element it selfe behaue Yet each ill temper doth not so exceede As that it spils what better tempers saue For some surpasse the temperate in deede In some small ods whereof no harmes succeede Fiue waies the Bodies temperature is knowne By Constitution Operation Clime Coulor and Age by these the same is showne As Dials by an Index shew the time The Body fat is cold for fat doth clime By cold degrees and that full-flesht is hot For heate proceedes from bloud as doth my rime From braines where no heate were if bloud were not And bee'ing too cold they would my sense besot By Operation too the temper 's found For when a creature Man Beast Hearbe or Plant Doth that which they by right of kinde are bound Then no good temprature those bodies want The Clyme in shewing this is nothing skant For South-ward Men are cruell moody madd Hot blacke
are conformed to those Condimentes Then fine they be if most fine be our fare The Goodnesse Quality and Time of yeare Vse Order Appetite and Quantity The Howre and Age these nyne require our care If we desire to liue heere healthfully And make the Soule aboue her soule to fly The soone-concocted Cates good iuyce affoording And but few excrements are those alone That make the mind to boord when Bodi's boording If temp'ratly the stomacke take each one These in the Braines base witts doe oft enthrone For these the Mouth prepareth for the Maw VVhere be'ng concocted to the Liver runne From whence a sanguine tincture they doe draw Then to the Soules Courts hie by Natures lawe The Hart 's the lower house the head the hie The Roomes whereof we did discribe whil-ere Where once appearing they are wing'd to fly And in their flight the Soule and Body steere With motion such as both Coelestiall were What mervell is it then though Geese some be For want of Capons that would Cocks appeare Cocks of the Game and chaunt melodiouslee If with their kinde their Commons did agree How subtill doth a simple cupp of VVine Make the Soules faculties and their effects It makes their divine natures more divine And with a world of Ioy the Hart affects Which Sorrow though in panges of Death reiects Hence comes it that some Captaines doe caâ—rowse When they must Combate with contrary Sects To heate the cold bloud and the spirits rowse And so make Courage most couragious But here as erst was saide some over drinke While they desire in fight to over-doe On nought but wouÌ„ds bloud they speake think While Healthes goe rouÌ„d braines goe rouÌ„der too VVyne-making Bloud to VVine Bloud them wooe But Nequid nimis is the List wherein Courage should combate and the Barre whereto Valor should venter what is more is sinne Which by the wise and Valiant damn'd hath bin Drincke hath three offices The first assists Concoction for in it is boil'd the meate The next to mixe the foode the first disgests The Last to bring it to the Livers heate There to be made redd-hott apt to â—leete Now when the Current is too violent It beares awaie vntimely small and greate So crossing Nature in her kinde intent She back retires not knowing what she meÌ„t Then meate must soak not in the Stomacke swimme If Nature duely we desire to please For when the Stomack 's full aboue the brimme Tyde tarries none how ere it may disease And Nature drowne in those vnruly Seas Breath most corrupt behaviour more then most And Mind much more then most is made by these Then how corrupt are they that of it boast So much corrupt they may infect an Hoast It s said of one that did help to behead The mounting Monastries that deckt this land That he at last lost his all-wittie Head For words he spake to which he could not stand Nor stand to speake VVine having vpperhand Who vsd as Fame reports his wits t'refine To let them often rest at VVines commande But wit abused by abuse of VVine Abusd One that forc'd Law to force his fine Now as a moderation in these things With Iudgements choise in their varieties To Soule and Body health and glorie brings So both are bound to temp'rate exercise For helping them to vse their faculties For without health the same were hindered And health from hence as from an helpe doth rise For holesome labour breakes those humors head By which the enemies of health are led It helpes the heate that helpeth all the parts The Spirits it quickens and puts ope the pores Whereby each loathsome excrement departs As at so many straight wide-open dores Our limbes it strengthens and our breath restores The morning walkes to the intestines send The first digestions filth which kinde abhorres And make the seconds to the bladder wend So labour lets our sicknesse so our end All travell tendes to rest and rest to ease Then must the bodie travell to this end The Spirits travell hath respect to these For idle Spirits that actiue Sp'rit offend That for such ease a world of woe doth send Yet naught was made that was not made to rest But nought was made to rest vntill the end For Heau'n Faith Man Beast Fish Fowle the rest Doe travell in fine to be rest-possest Yet Nature hath ordained a repose Which we call rest for Man which rest is sleepe The cause whereof from the Braines cheefly floes When mounting vapors in their moisture steepe Doe humors wax and in the Nerves doe creepe And so their conducts close which shuts the eies Then rests the corpes in death-like darknesse deepe And Spirits animal Rest doth surprise So are they said to rest vntill they rise This makes the head so heavy after meate The fumes ascending make the head descend For they like hammers on the braines doe beate Til they haue hammerd humors in the end The weight whereof doth cause the head to bend Yet sober sleepes in place and season fit Doe comfort Nature and her hurts amend The Spirits it quickens and awakes the wit For hart must sleepe when the head wanteth it Dead sleepe Deathes other name and Image true Doth quiet Passion calme Griefe Time deceiue Who pay'ng the debt that is to Nature due Like death in quittance thereof doth receiue Supply of powres that her of powre bereaue So sleepe her foes wants friendly doth supply And in her wombe doth wakefull thoughts conceiue Making the Minde beyond it selfe to spie For doubtlesse Dreames haue some divinitie For as the influence of Heavens leames Frames diverse formes in matter corporall So of like influence visions and Dreames Are printed in the powre fantasticall The which power being instrumental By Heav'n disposd to bring forth some effect Hath greatest vigor in our sleepes extreames For when our mindes doe corporall cares neglect That influence doth freely them affect And so our Dreames oft future haps proiect VVatching oremuch oremuch doth Nature wrong It blunts the braines and sense debilitates Dulleth the Spirits breedes crudities among Makes the head heavie Body it abates And kindely heate it cooles or dissipates Yet thorny cares or stings of ceaslesse Smart May keepe out sleepe without the senses Gates By pricking them as it were to the hart Till vitall Sp'rits from senses quite depart Those Chieftaines on whose cares depend the crowns The waighty crownes on their as waighty cares Of mighty Monarches and their owne renownes Two burdens which in one who ever beares Must night and day vse hands legs eies and eares These watch yea sleeping wake for in their sleepes The point on which their harts are fixt appeares And through their closed eies their minds eie peeps To looke to that which them from slumber keepes Their sleepes are short but were they short sweet Nature would longer sweetly life support â—ut in their sleepes
with wakfull thoughts they meete That make their sleepes vnsweet and yet as short Which must perforce make Nature all amort Yet as they were all Minde and Body none That had noe feeling of the Bodies hurt That Minde all mind though Corpes the while doth grone Makes flesh all hardnesse brooke as it were Stone Such force hath worldly glory though but vaine To make men for her love themselueâ— to hate Who for desire of her their strength doe straine Farre farre aboue the pitch of mortall state And paine in sense to sense doe captivate Though pains wake seÌ„se yet sense doth waking sleep Dreaming on Glory in the lapp of Fate So paine froÌ„ sense doth paine with pleasure keepe While sense is mouÌ„ting Honors Mountaine steepe VVhere Glory sitts enthron'd Coelestial Dame Surrounded with a Ring of Diadems VVith face whose beaming-beautie seemes to flaÌ„e Darting in simling wise those blissefull beames On those that for her loue brooke all extreames VVhat Sense hath sense being so beheavened And carried from it selfe on pleasures Streames But as entranc'd with ioy it must seeme deade And feele no paine in Minde or Body bredd If then Vaine-glories loue shall so subdue The sense to sense that feeling all annoy It s arm'd to brooke the same by glories view And the more griefe is felt the greater ioy Yea though the grife the seÌ„se doth quight destroy VVhat shall the loue of Glory infinite Make sense endure if sense her powers imploie To apprehend it as its requisite Such love should hold the paines of Hell too light When vnconceaved Ioy dilates the Hart To th' vtmost reach of his capacitie When sense no leasure hath to thinke on smart Being so busied with felicity That soule and sense are ravished thereby What marvell then though fire doth comfort such Although with queÌ„chlesse flames their flesh it fry Sith that much pain their ioy makes more theÌ„ much And paine that sense can feele no sense can touch This made a woodden Sawe sweete to the flesh wherewith it sundred was in savage wise This makes the burning Grediorne flesh refresh That on the same in hellish manner fries This makes paine pleasure and Hell Paradise Then give me ô good giver of all good An Hart that may ore paine thus signiorize For thy deere love then with my deerest blood I le wash the Earth and make more Saints to budd When Stones as thicke as haile from hellish hands Battr'd that blessed Proto-Martyres braine The sight he saw his senses so commands That as the Stones did fal the sense to paine It deem'd that Grace on it did pleasure raine And that deere blood like-worthlesse water shedd Did make the springing Church to sprout amaine For that no sooner was this Martyr dead But many as from him came in his steede And that the Elements doe loose their force â—hat by such losse their Lord might lovers win It wel appeares for did he not divorce The heate from fire which his deere Saints were in Some too wel knew that this perform'd hath bin For out it flew and brent their enemies And where it first began it did begin The powre thereof with powre to exercise To shew his powre that loth'd their sacrifice NOw to retire from whence our Rimes doe range And touch the soule minds mind at the soule We see the bodies state the minde may change So may the minde the bodies state controule Thus they the state of one another rule The soules soule is the minde and the mindes minde Is that where Reason doth her lawes enrowle Yet fuming Passions both of them may blinde When body with them both are ill inclin'd Phillipides that comedies compil'd Orecoming one that with him did contend In that light Art when hope was quite exil'd A suddaine ioy wrought his as suddaine end Like fate did one Diagoras attend Who see'ng his three sonnes at Olimpus crown'd For deedes there done which All did much coÌ„mend He them embracing straite fell dead to ground Because his ioy was more then hart could bound As extreame suddaine ioy doth kill the hart Leaving it bloudlesse which is ioies effect For ioy sends bloud amaine to ev'ry part So extreame griefe the hart may so affect Or suddaine feare that life may it reiect For both revoke the sp'rites bloud and kind heate And to hartes Center doe the same direct Which place bee'ng little and their throng so great Expels the Vitall spirits from their seate Marc Lepidus divorced from his wife Whom he intirely lou'd with extreame griefe For it conceav'd he quickly lost his life So loue reft life that erst was lifes reliefe For loue of that his woe was fountaine chiefe So with a suddaine feare haue many died Which name I neede not sith I would be briefe By it the haires haue suddainely bin died As by graue writers is exemplifide Of no lesse force though lesse the reason be Is shamefastnesse in some of mighty minde One Diodorus died because that hee Could not assoile a Question him assign'd The like of Homer we recorded finde Who died with shame for being so vnsound Not to be able like one double blinde To answere that base Fishers did propound So sense of shame did sense and life confound These Passions are the suffrings of the soule That make the Inne to suffer with the Ghest For Perturbations both togither rowle Here there and ev'ry where as they thinke best Kinde-heate they fire or quench with their vnrest For some as all obserue haue died with ioy And some with griese haue bin life-dispossest For in extreames they Nature so annoy As being suddaine her they quite destroy Yet Mirth in measure kindly warmes the bloud And spreads the Sp'rits b'inlarging of the hart This mirth in measure is the only moode That cuts the throat of Physicke and her Art And makes her Captaines from her coulors start It makes our yeares as many as our haires Then on earths stage who play a meery part Shall much more more theÌ„ much offend their heires By overlong pâ—olonging their desires Then should I liue by Nature overlong For I to mirth by nature am too prone But Accident in me doth nature wrong By whom vntimely shee 'l be overthrone For Melancholy in my Soule inthrones Herselfe gainst Nature through crosse Accident Where shee vsurpeth that is not her owne And Nature makes to pine with discontent That shee should so be reft her regiment Thus as the Corpes the qualities compound So are th' Affections moist dry hot and cold The last are humor'd as the first abound Ioy hot and moist the Sanguine most doth hold As sorrow cold and dry possesse the Olde Meane ioie's a meane to make men moist and hot In which two qualities Health hath her Hold But griefe the heat consumes and bloud doth rot Which health impaires and cuts lifes Gordian knot And as meane mirth mans
force As it hath powre it selfe to overcome How blest are they that doe themselues divorce From Custome ill by force of good custome And ten times blessed they that from the VVombe Accustom'd are to Vertues straightest VVay For such by Custome vertuous become Though powreful Nature doe her selfe say nay For Nature Customes powre is forc'd t' obay When the Affections Acts are habits growne Then Vertues or els Vices are they nam'd A vicious Habit 's hardly overthrowne For our Affection is therewith enflam'd As with the fire infernall are the damn'd Who though they would and though they anguish haue Yet cannot that outragious mood be ram'd But still they raging sin and cannot saue Themselues from that that makes their griefe their graue A vicious Habit is Hels surest Gin Wherewith a Man is sold to sinne and shame Running from sinne to sinne and nought but sinne As Rivers runne the same and not the same Til the mindes Iointes sinnes force doth so vnframe That it becomes most loose and dissolute Neither regarding heav'n hell shame nor fame But to liue loathsomly its resolute Thus Habits ill make evill absolute But few there are in whom all vice concurres And fewer are they that all faults doe want Vnto the worst offences cling like Burres And to the best as to the Adamant The Iron cleaues for the Church militant By nature is accompanied with sinne Yet the least force of faith partes them I grant Because it cleaues but sleightly to the skinne But to the wickeds flesh its fastned in For as a burre the longer it abides Vpon a garment being cott'nd hy The more the VVooll windes in his hooked sides So sinne the longer it in Flesh doth ly The faster to the same it s fixt thereby If Nature then sinne soone doth entertaine Vse violence to Nature by and by That it perforce may from the same refraine For what skill cannot force may yet constraine And as the Burre to VVooll so being fixt With skill or force cannot be parted thence But that some part will with the VVooll be mixt So sinne where it hath had long residence Will leaue remaines there maugre violence But Iron from the loadstone cleane will fall With but a touch and so wil sinnes offence From those in whom it s not habitual With but a touch of Faith though nere so small That I may touch the Subiect of my Rimes More home though homely I the same doe touch And for my travell'd Muse might breath somtimes And that the Reader too might doe as much Lest that prolixitie might make him grutch Here shall shee make a stande and looke a-backe As Riders rancke on Steepes haue customes such To breath their bony Nags when winde they lacke And courage them againe like toile to take THe knowledge of the Soule and of her Powres Is the well-head of morrall-VVisedomes flood Hence know we al worth knowing that is ours In body or in Soule that 's ill or good And if these Powres be rightly vnderstoode We know the founts from whēce our Actions slow And from what cause proceedeth ev'ry moode Or good or ill and where that cause doth grow Al this and more this knowledge makes vs know For in the Soule doth shine though sinne-obscur'd By Natures light great light of such science Whereby the Soule is made the more assur'd In all her Actions and Intelligence Though oft deceav'd by seeming goods pretence And for the Soule is to the body bound Affections therein haue their residence That as with wings the soule with thē might boūd Aboue her selfe from being bloud y drown'd Wherefore shee hath Affections of two kinds The one eggs on the other doe restraine By which the Minde the body turnes and windes As they the mind and minde the Corpes constraine Yet whē these Curbs our head-strong nature paine It winceth with the Heele of willfull-will Orethrowing those Affects that doe it reigne And in extremities it runneth still Which is the Race of Ruine Rest of Ill. This comes to passe when as we overpasse The bounds of Nature by our Natures vice And in some one excesse we do surpasse Desiring more then Nature may suffice To which our corrupt natures vs intice For let the least Necessity appeere A ken from vs though neere so smal of price We hold what els we hold though nere so deere VVorthlesse and for that want with woe we steere Hence is it that with never-ceasing toile And no lesse care we traverse all this All Nay all that All we restleslie turmoile And bandy as it were this Earthie Ball Past reasons reach to win worlds wealth withal Desire of having thus still moiles the minde Though Nature be suffis'd with pittance small VVhich makes vs loose our selues when wee it finde Sith see our selues we cannot being blinde It blinds our Eyes that seldom'st are deceav'd Eyes of our Soule that make our Bodies see Then Soule and Bodie cannot be perceav'd By their owne vertue when they blinded be And mine and thine doth sever mee and thee Nought can content vs. Therefore the Affects Are in the soule like windes that nere agree Vpon the Sea and worke the like effects Some great some smal yet like in most respects Beside the chiefe windes and Collaterall Which are the VVindes indeede of chiefe regard Sea-men observe more thirtie two in all Al which are pointed out vpon their Carde But our Minds Mapp though many may be spar'd Containeth many more Affects then these All which though sett our Minds Content to guard Yet sturr they vp as VVindes doe on the Seas Vnquiet Passions which the Minde disease When Zephire breathes on Thetis she doth smile Shee entertaines that gale with such content But if proude Boreas doe puffe the while Shee 's madd with rage and threates the Continent For those proud puffes her soule doe discontent So some Affections our soules browes vnbend And other some doe sextiply each dent Some meanely please some meanely doe offend And some doe make the Soule her Soule to rend Those that doe meanely moue Affections hight The other Huff-snuffes Perturbations be These later rudely gainst their Guides doe fight And so enfume them that they cannot see Or make them from their Charge away to flee So that the soule being left without a Guide And tost with Passions that still disagree Doth like a Sternelesse Shippe at randon ride On mightiest Seas wrack-threatn'd on each syde For if our Reasons iudgment blinded be Th' Affections needes must ever run awrie And draw with thē each sense tumultuoslee To offer violence to lowe and hye That God and Nature tast their tyranny Let but the Hart bee loue-sicke and the same Will carry Iudgment where his Loue doth ly And there confine it setting all on flame That offers but resistance once to name The lower Iudgment in our blood is sunck The lower is her reach in Reas'ns discourse For Iudgmēt
but trie To keepe them in in their conceaving place Dissembling so Discretions fowle disgrace But as I cannot colour my defects So can I wel dissemble in no case Which is the cause of many badd effects For none though nere so vaine this vaine affects Teares are the Tokens of a Passion'd Soule That Hart for Loue somtimes sends to the Eies And oft they witnes there Ioy Paine or Dole But how so ere from Passion strong they rise Which Passion in Compassion often lies Mine Eies are kyn too neere of kyn to these Which though my Spirit doth it much despise Yet doe they turne mine Eyes too oft to Seas To drowne Harts Passion and to give it ease But blessed were I if mine Eyes could flowe With Teares of Pittie seeing the distrest But much more blest had I then to bestow And franckly giue then were I treble blest In Teares in wealth and in both so addrest My Secret to my selfe I blesse Him ay For being no worse though badd I be at best The lesse I speake of what I feele that way The more I feele his grace my thoughts to sway He Fount of goodnesse holie be his name Was often seene when he as man was seene To weepe and seem'd delighted with the same Seeing the VVorld through his Teares stil oreseene That might by his example blest haue beene Who never was observ'd to laugh or iest Either in Manhood or when yeares were greene At merry-meetings or at vveddings feast Showing thereby what moode fitts Vertue best If Ioy at any time had toucht his Soule As when his words had made a Proselite He only wise would wisely it controule For that this moode with Maiesty doâ—h fight Which in his Person was enthron'd by right This we admire as that we cannot doe For we in pleasures vaine so much delight That Ioy may make vs madd and kill vs too For Ioy or Griefe can our hart-stringes vndoe Thus when our Teares doe testifie our ruth We neede not rue or of them be asham'd For Vertue therein her owne selfe ensuth When with selfe-love her Soule is most inflam'd Which selfe-loue burns the Soul yet nere is blam'd Wherefore such Teares and Teares effus'd for sinne Is wyne of Angels so by Angells nam'd Then blessed are those Founts that never lyn To send forth streames that Angells glory in VVhen sighes for sinne ascendâ— Mercy descends And in the rise their flight anticipates Grace centreth sighes that Mercy comprehends But sighes from sinne ascending Mercie hates Sighes for and from sinne are vnequall mates From sinne none but sighes sinneful can arise But sighes for sinne high grace consociates And did not Mercie stay them in the rise They would with violence the Heav'ns surprise Two kindes of Ioy or Griefe the Hart conceaues For Good or Ill possessed or future The name of Hope the later Ioy receaues Which of some good to come doth vs assure The latter Griefe doth Feare in vs procure Of Ill to come which we with Griefe expect So Ioy and Hope or Griefe and Feare in powre Are much alike their ods Time doth effect And take their names as they doe Time respect Hope time to come respects bred by Desire Desire of good wherein we Ioie by Hope Hope hath no helpe of science but intire Rests on coniecture which to doubt lies ope And likelyhood giues her her vtmost scope Yet Hope that 's fixt on that all-working VVord That gaue Earth being and the Heav'nly Cope Excludes Coniecture and is so assur'd As if that hopt for Time did straite afford Then no true Ioy can hope accompany That hath but likelyhood for her best stay For such hope Posse evermore doth eie Which ere it comes to Esse slides away For in each Possibilitie we may Behold a possibilitie of faile Which must of force our hope sometimes dismay Then Feare a shaking hope must needes assaile And hope must shake that crosse events may quaile Such is the VVickeds most assured hope Who Ancor it on transitorie Toyes They feare the cracking of that cable Rope That holds them to their hopes expected ioies Contingencie their constan'st hope annoies Which ay is constant in vnconstancie And oft them with their groundlesse hope destroies Which fils their hopes with dire perplexity And lines their ioies with lasting miserie But hope that hath for obiect certaine things As those which Truthes nere-failing word assures In great'st distresse great consolation brings And like good sauce an appetite procures Griefe to disgest as long as life endures This hope makes harts to hold that els would breake And harts almost quite broken shee recures And when our foes by force our ruine seeke She giues vs streÌ„gth to weene their force too weake Shee holds the powres of hell in high contempt And makes a iest of temp'ral powre or paine From all annoy of both shee is exempt For in Griefes bowels shee doth ioie retaine As Ionas did in the VVhales intertaine The aire shee striketh with so strong a winge That aire or fire the force cannot restraine But vp shee will through both and ev'ry thing That lets her from the place of her biding Nay she with such resistlesse wings doth flie That shee her selfe her selfe doth oft surmount The Faithfuls Father made her so to stie And diverse other Saintes of lesse account Being on her VVings she maugre force wil mount Who through the ten-fold heav'ns though thick hard CaÌ„ glide with ease as Fish do through a fouÌ„t Nor by the high'st himselfe can shee be bard But will prevaile as it with Iacob far'd Thus Ioy and Hope goe iointly hand in hand Like Twins got by Desire by Fancie borne And as Hopes ioie on future Good doth stand So Fear 's a griefe conceav'd for Ill vnborne Which we expect wherewith the Soule is torne Then looke what ods there is twixt Hope and Ioy The like 's twixt Feare and griefe in minds forlone A like they comfort or the Minde annoy As they best know that best or worst enioy Feare doth the Hart contract that Hope dilates And shut so close that vitall Sp'rits it pines Then Nature to prevent death which shee hates Drawes bloud and Sp'rits from al the parts confines And to the Hart in haste the same assignes Then are the outward partes as pale as cold And quake as fearing their approaching fines Then pants the heart that labours life to hold Which ties the Tongue womb loosing ere it should And as this sense-confounding Passion Feare The hart with horror thus excruciates So in the soule it such a swaie doth beare That it the Powres thereof quite dissipates And makes most abiects of most mightie States How like an Idoll stands Feares servile Slaue Whose total senses Feare so captivates That no one sense hath force it selfe to saue But Death desires to kill the feare they haue If this base Feare harts hatefull hel possesse The hart the
doe swelling overfloe That they are caught vnwares so that these thinges The VVorld to Hell and Hell to horror bâ—inges These are the windowes through which Sathan spies The disposition of our better part Through these he hath a glimps of all that lies Within the secret'st corners of our Hart Which wel to know belongs to heav'nly Art For loue of these the Flesh the Sprite doth loth Who for their pleasure makes the same to smart And for their comfort soule and bodie both With Care confusedly themselues doe cloth As when grim Night puts on a Sable weede Fac'd with infernal Apparitions That so the next daies comfort might exceede So are the Minde and Bodies motions Care-cloth'd for senses consolations Fraile senses Seede-plots of impietie Made for our Reasons recreations Die and bee damn'd or liue to magnifie Your makers Mercie Might and Maiestie And as in Pleasures false are true degrees Agreeing with these Organs of the sense Some base some meane some high for so are these Yet all but base to pleasures excellence Whereof the soules low'st powre hath highest sense So are there like gradations in the ioies Those Powres conceaue as is their pre'minence The feeding Powre in feeding powre imploies Which pleaseth Nature but the soule annoies Those Ioies conceaved by th' Intelligence As most supreame doe most reioice the sp'rite For they belong to the supreamest sense VVherein the Minde conceaveth most delight Though Nature pine the while by Natures right Thus then if iudgement these degrees would way Shee would reiect ioie sâ—nsuall as too light And not permit the same her to betray Which makes fraile sense the strongest Reason sway The Gluttons Gorge Charibdis of Excesse Should being disgorg'd from surfetting forbeare Th' insatiate Leacher would that fire suppresse That Conscience and his secrets oft doth seare None would be Beasts that humane creatures were Then sense of Touch or Tast as vil'st they bee So doe they bring the ioies that soonest weare For those that come by that wee heare or see Doe longer last and with vs more agree And the more base and brutish pleasures bee The more 's the paine in their accomplishment And the more vs'd they are excessiuely The more 's the soule and bodies dammagement VVitnesse the Leachers lothsome languishment The Drunkards dropsie and the Gluttons Grease Each clogg'd with either or worse punishment That health decreaseth with their corps increase And shame increaseth with their fames decrease Aske sensual pleasure in her greatest ruâ—fe How little griefe will overthrow her quite And giue her soule a deadly counter-buffe Shee wil as forc'd confesse shee hath no might VVhen Griefe scarse sensible but comes in sight VVe can brooke pleasures want with greater ease Then not feele griefes though they in pleasure bite For absent good doth not so much displease As present ill our Soules soule doth disease For corporall pleasure being sensuall Consists in some excesse which stil doth tende To the extreame subversion of our All The feare whereof must pleasure needs suspend And make her suffer pennance to the ende No CoÌ„scieÌ„ce sear'd with Lusts Soul-scortching fire But seeles the Lawes sharpe-burning Iron to send An hell of paine where she is most intire For it doth death it selfe with life inspire Now as the pleasures of the eie surpasse The rest that on the outward senses rest So Fancies pleasures all those pleasures passe Because Opinion esteemes them best Hence is it wealth with pleasure is possest For no inherent vertue but because Opinion holdeth the possessor blest This makes men maugre God and Natures lawes To bite and scrat for wealth with Teeth and Pawse VVealth state and glorie if they worldly be False wealth fraile state vaine glory then they are Only held good by doting Fantasie Which wil no part thereof to Reason share Least shee should finde them false and bid beware But Reasons pleasures are perpetuall They are all comforte quitted from all Care They thrall the Minde to freedome spiritual That makes selfe Bondage sweet selfe Freedoms thral No marvell then though Men possessing these Doe hold al other pleasures hels of paine That some their wealth haue throwne into the Seas That so they might this weale with ease retaine These made that King to hold all pleasures vaine Save these alone that prov'd all vnder Sunne These haue made Princes quitt their princely Traine Train'd by these pleasures which are never dunne Quite from their Scepters and themselues to runne These make the Mind and Sp'rite so Nectar-druÌ„ck That they sleepe soundly in divine delight These make the Soule forsake the Bodies Trunck Leaving it Ioy-tranc'd whilst shee takes her flight Through Natures workes to have her Makers sight These these none but these are Heau'ns on Earth Because on Earth they see by Natures light The highest Heavens Maiestie and Mirth And by his Sonnes light without Sire their birth Among which pleasures those which doe consist In Contemplation are the most divine By which this life and that to come are blist VVhich made Philosophers to it assigne The Chiefe Beatitude the Spirittes vvine If Mindes that never knew the Sov'raigne Good Mount vp so high to make this Good their fine VVhat shame for those baptiz'd in Christ his blood If they like Swine doe place the same in mudd And as the Soule retaineth more or lesse Of pristine purity so will the same In all hir Actions lesse or more transgresse And to the best or worst her motions frame Therfore some place their pleasure in their fame For knowledge and seeke knowledge to be knowne Some in rare handy-works and some in Game Some how a State may stand or be orethrowne VVhen it is little or else overgrowne And of al skils that meerely are humane This skill is it that most commends the soule This can instruct the sword to make a lane To Crownes teach the same Crownes to coÌ„troule And slaues in Catalogue of kings enroule For Policies long Arme can compasse pow'r Which ioin'd at wil the Earths huge Bowle caÌ„roule In Natures spight if from th' aetheriall Towre A suddaine vengeance stay not humane powre If the swordes edge be set on Policie It wil slip through the Ioints of Monarchies And shaue the Crowne of Roiall Maiestie So be it stand in way of Tyranies That clime to Crownes by bloud and villanies The hand of Policie welding the sword Directs each Blow that wounds stil multiplies That slaues to Crownes through streams of bloud may ford For Crownes de Or those sanguine streames afford HEre Muse craue licence for a maine digresse Of those that shal thine Ambages survay Sith Policie compels thee to transgresse The Rules of Order her pow'r to display She most importunate wil haue no nay But thou must from thy proiect long desist To blazon her high vertue by the way That sense may see wherein shee doth consist Wherein being much thou must the more
in truth and equitie But pious Augustine canonized For piety saith there are certaine lies VVhereof no great offence is borne or bred Yet are not faultlesse in which leasings lies That lie which Kings for common good devise Hence may we see how much deprav'd we are VVhen Kings sometimes must faine and temporise For their estate and common-wealthes welfare VVhich would fare ill if they should it forbeare VVho note withall It breedeth small regard To bee too lavish of their presence when Among the commons it might well be spar'd For Maiestis like Deity in Men VVhen wee it see as farre as wee can ken Yet policie the proppe of waightie States VVould haue them present with all now and then As well to comforte as to cease debates Both which their harts to true loue captivates It tels them other Documents among That who so bridles their felicitie Shall better governe it and hold it long For Temp'raunce ioined with Authoritie Makes it resemble sacred Deitie It bids them loue the learned with effect VVho can with lines their liues historifie That ay shall last and their renownes erect As high as Heav'n maugre humane defect And here I cannot wonder though I would Sufficiently at these guilt times of ours VVherein great Men are so to money sold That Iupiter himselfe in golden Showres Wil basely stand to gather while it powres Mars scornes Minerva gibes at Mercurâ— He better likes Venerian Paramoures Greatnâ—sse regards not Prose or Poesie But weenes an Angell hath more Maiesty Artes perish wanting praise and due support And when want swaies the Senses Common-weale VVitts vitall faculties wax al amort The Minde constrain'd the Bodies want to feele Makes Salves of Earth the Bodies hurt to heale Which doe the Mind bemire with thoughts vnfitt HeÌ„ce come those dull Conceipts sharp witts reveale Which nice Eares deeme to come froÌ„ want of witt When want of wâ—alth indeede is cause of it How many Poets like Anatomies As leane as Death for lacke of sustenance Complaine poore Staruelings in sadd Elegies Of those whom Learning onely did advaunce That of their wants haue no considerance What Guift to Greatnesse can lesse welcome be Then Poems though by Homer pend perchaunce It lookes on them as if it could not see Or from them as from Snakes away wil flee What 's this to me thinkes he I did not this How then to me should praise thereof pertaine Thou hitt'st the Marke deere Sir yet dost misse For though no praise for penning it thou gaine Yet praise thou gett'st if thou that Pen sustaine That can eternize thee in Deathes despight And through it selfe thy grossest humors straine So make them pure at least most pure in sight Which to Posterity may be a light In common policy great Lords should give That so they may though great much more receaue The more like God the more they doe relive And the more VVriters they aloft doe heave The more renowne they to their Race doe leaue For with a droppe of ynke their Penns haue pow'r Life to restore being lost or life bereave Who can devour Time that doth all devoure And goe beyonde Tyme in lesse then an how'r Where had Achilles fame bin longe ere this Had not blind Homer made it see the vvay In Parchas â—pight to all eternities It had with him long since bin clos'd in Clay Where had AEneas name found place of stay Had Virgills verse of it no mention made It had ere this bin drown'd in deepe decay For without memory Names needes must vade And memory is ay the Muses Trade But how can these Daughters of Memory Remember those of whom they are dispis'd They are not Stocks that feele no iniurie But sprightly quicke and wondrous wel adviz'd Who though with loose Lines they are oft disguis'd Yet when they list they make immortal lynes And who soere by those lines are surpriz'd Are made eternal they and their Assignes Or wel or ill as Poesy defines Leaue we to vrge poore Poets iust complaint Sith they are deafe that should redresse the same That Policy we may yet better paint And consecrate more lines vnto her name That learnes our Pen her laudes by lines to frame Shee would that Government should never dy Which is the Rodd of Circes which doth tame Both Man and Beast if ledd by Policy And tends to perfect Mans Societie Shee teacheth Kinges to giue and take no vvrong One gettes Revenge Contempt the other gaines All gainfull Leagues she would haue lengthn'd long And not to warre vntill iust cause constraines For Iustice prospers VVarres and Thrones sustaines No Secrets nor no publike governments To Clawbacks or to those that scrach for gaines Shee would have shar'd for badd are all their bents And evermore doe ruyne governments In such is neither truth to God or King Therefore shee would have such aloofe to stand As farre at least as a bent brow can fling Them from the Sov'raigne or a straight command These bitter baneful weeds doe spil the Land But to the tried trusty she would haue The Sov'raignes favoure constantlie to stand For with their losse they seeke the whole to saue To whome like Fathers they themselues behaue Shee tells the Kinge that Treason gathers strength Extreamly in his weakenesse and requires That it be cut short ere it gathers length And level that that out of course aspires Shee chargeth Kinges to quench their vaine desires Of vaine expence without the Commons charge Lest it enflame Rebellions quenchlesse fires Which oft such large expence doth much inlarge Who oft the same vpon the King discharge Shee wils that holsome Lawes should be ordain'd Bereaving Kings of pow'r t' infringe the same For if their Crownes are by the Lavves sustain'd They should not breake the Props lest al the Frame Should fal to their confusion and shame That of Reteyners shee would have obseru'd Else most Ignobles in a Nobles name Wil let Lawes course which should be safe reseru'd And wrack the Poore which law would haue coÌ„serv'd And as the Law should governe Maiestrates So should the Maiestrates the People sway The Governours are living Lavves in States And a dumbe Maiestrate the Lavve is ay As Bodies Reason and the Soule obay So States should Law and Maiestrates by right For Law is Reason keeping all in Ray By which the wise themselues doe guide aright And Vulgares have it from Law-givers light She bidds the Sou'raigne take heede how he heares Much lesse embrace th' advice of selfe Conceipt For such Conceipt hath neither Eyes nor Eares To heare or see another but doth waite Vpon her selfe admiring her owne height In cases doubtfull it is dangerous T'admitte light Councells for for want of weight T' wil make the case to be more ponderous The whilst such Councells prove Aereous For it s oft seene that Publike Policie Occurrs with matters
Richard Monster not a Man Vpon the Royal Throne that reeling stood Now Rule doth end when he to rule began VVho being perfect ill destroi'd the Good And like an Horseleech liv'd by sucking blood Now as desire of Rule more bloody was In Yorke then Lancaster so did the flud Of Divine Vengeance more in Yorke surpasse For to maine Seas of blood Blood-Brookes repasseâ— Bloud-sucking Richard swolâ—e with sucking Bloud When Horsleech-like he had his bloody pray Away fals hee in bloud bemir'd with Mud Making his Nephewes vsher him the way For from his crowne the crowne was cut away Henrie the sevenths keene-edg'd victorious Sword Slipt twixt both Crownes vnto his Crownes decay And got the Crowne that was much more assur'd VVhich hee to his and his to theirs affoord God amongst Men no King but demi God Henrie the seventh the Scâ—pter takes in hand Who with it as with Moises powrefull Rod Turn'd streames of civill bloud that soakt this land To silver streames that ran on Golden sand He turned Swords to Mattockes Speares to Spades And bound vp all vnbound in peaces Band Who draâ—e the erst long idle to their Trades And chang'd iniurious Swords to Iustice-Blades No more Plantagenet but Thewdor now Sits in the Kingdomes late vnstable Seate Plow-men praise God and God doth speed the Plow For such a King that makes their Crops compleate And multiplies their heardes of sheepe and Neate Vpon Ambitions Necke hee sets his foote Keeping her vnder And amongst the VVheate He puls vp Darnell dulie by the roote And nought neglects that may his Kingdome boote This Salomon lookt into High and Low And knew all from the Cedar to the shrub He bare the sworde that gaue a bitter blow Aswell to Cedars as the lowest stub That in the course of Iustice prou'd a Rub VVisedome and Prowesse did exalt his Throne Iustice and Mercie propt it which did curb Those that would shake it so that he alone Did rule the Roast that all did liue vpon He vertuous King still fear'd the King of Kings With louing feare that made him Lion-bold He ordred things as pleas'd the Thing of Things Like David that of him his Crowne did hold That on his Throne his Ofspring doth vphold Laden with happinesse and blessed daies His Realme repleat with blessings manifold This prosp'rous Prince to his immortall praise Left Life Realme Children all at happy staies Then no lesse fear'd then famous Henry That had a sacred Caesar in his pay With some-what more then mortall Maiestie Sits on the Throne that hands divine did stay As Heire apparant and the state doth sway He weilds the sword with his victorious hands That the whole Continent doth sore affray Wherewith he makes to crouch the Neighbor lands Which in a manner lie at his commands Hee was as circumspect as provident And by his Fathers observation Did right well know what kinde of government Was fitt'st for this vnkinde revolting Nation Well knew hee how to part a Combination That stood not with the state or his availe And if he were severe for reformation T' was Emperik-like that knew what it did aile So kill the cause lest all the VVhole should faile His forâ—aine VVarres and famous Victories More glorious wereâ— then for our Contrie good For such VVars haue these inconveniences They make vs spend our Treasures with our bloud Where both are cast away in likelyhood When wars abroad drinke vp our wealth at home The fire must out when spent is all the wood And if nought from without come in the wombe The Body needes must die by Natures dombe The wealth hee prest from Monastries supprest VVith the Revennues which to them pertain'd The Crowne possest but hee it dispossest With open Hand which had they still remain'd T 'had bin aloft for lesse hath Crownes sustain'd Lone Reliefe Subsedie and such as these Might for the subiects ease haue bin refrain'd The crownes Revennues such might well release And haue maintain'd the state in warre and peace If these had still bin adiuncts of the crowne And all that hold them hold as of the same Our Kings might warre with Tenants of their owne Who would vnprest haue yet bin prest for shame To follow their Liege-land-lords by that name The Crowne then like a Condite neuer dry Stil might haue stream'd to th' owners endles fame Rivers of Riches vnto Low and hy That well deserv'd of King or Contery Those harts whose life their Liege should thus maintain No lesse then bodies to their souls are bound Should haue bin tied vnto their Soveraigne To goe with him at ev'ry needfull Sound And in their service bin most faithful found But that that shal be shal be That high hand That all disposeth thus did it confound For purposes which hardly can be scand But for the Crowne ill how ere for the Land Hee Caesar-like in 's fortunes confident Ere first he crost the Seas to warre with France The Marquesse of Exceter made Regent And Heire apparant but no ill by chance Ensu'd till he did him quite disadvance Hee had forgot the direfull Tragedie Of the sixth Henry and like heires apparance But more advis'd he held it policie To spare that heire till more necessitie When he had cleer'd the coast and clensd the waie Of all that lay in either to molest And having put the state in perfect staie He with his Fathers laid him downe to rest And left a Sonne in whom the Land was blest VVho being yong could not yet stirre the sterne But rul'd by those his sire esteemed best And while the vertuous King to rule did learne His Realme misrul'd in vp-rore did discerne Heere raign'd Ambition like Obedience clad There rul'd Sedition in Concordes coate And here and there Rebellion rag'd as mad And ev'ry where the Common-wealth did floate Like to an halfe-suncke tempest-beaten Boate Each for him selfe no one for King or Sate Vpon the VVedge of Gold the best did doate All stood as falling still in each estate Knights giving Earles Earles giving Dukes the Mate Many a Demas then forsooke poore Paule In Summe the Summe of all was out of square And yet strange Paradox at square was all None Compasse kept yet compassing they are And Circumvention held discretions care Thus whilst the Sov'raign's in minoritie Each would be sov'raigne that about him were The smal in grace strave for maiority And Youth with Age for Seniority Disorder thus dividing the whole State And subdividing those divisions The Lord of Love to show his vrged Hate Tooke the wrong'd Kinge from his Dominions And left the Land fir'd with seditions By Angells hands this Kinge Angelicall Aâ— one of high Iehovahs Minions Was borne from this Nation vnnaturall That vengeance on it so might freely fall No sooner had the Heavens seis'd his Soule But a left hand began to seize
rag'd being racked most And with their losse the King lost many frends VVhich were as Fortes to guard his Kingdoms coast But ill beginnings haue vnlucky ends And worse proceeding worse in fine offends In the last Richard may be liuely seene Ambition really annatomiz'd VVhich orelookes all and yet is overseene Advising all yet none more vnadvis'd Destroying all till shee be sacrifiz'd Shee Faith Sex Age Bloud State and Contery Divine and humane lawes immortaliz'd Respects not in respect of Empery All which appeer'd in this King copiouslie In his Successor Englands Salomon Are diverse things well worth the imitation In our states policie for he alone Bent all his powres to benefit this Nation He saw our forraine Conquests ill probation And that for Islanders it was vnmeete To spend their wealth for forraine domination Which was no sooner fixed but did fleete And did this state with ill Salutes regreete He thought it losse to purchase warre and hate Where loue and Traficke might be helde with gaine He well remembred how each Runnagate And wandring Nation here ran in amaine Making their profit of this Nations paine He saw the safetie and weale of this state Rested in wealth and peace and quiet raigne And not in forraine Conquests and debate VVhich haue as short as most vncertaine date Through Peace and perfect government this Land May in her rich Commodities abound Which may coÌ„firme the Neighbor-friendships band And intertrafficke with them tunne for pound So make the Landes adiacent to her bound Thus God is pleasd and King and Contrey eas'd The Tradsmen thriue that dearth wars coÌ„found The People are as with great profit pleas'd And none but those that liue by spoile displeas'd This prudent Prince perceav'd this Common-weale To be by Trafficke strong made in the backe So as an head that Members wants doth feele He leagu'd him where might be suppli'd their lacke Or be as walls to keepe the Realme from wrack He seeing that which he did often trie The Money-Sacke best kept the Land from sack Therefore the Angells which from him did fly Had but short wings and lighted but hard by Among the things which he did least regard His Belly and his Backe were more then least He fared wel when so his Commons far'd Although his commons were not of the best Yet fared like a Kinge without a feast He rather chose to haue Exchequers rich Then wealthy VVardropps yet would well be drest When it his Maiestie and State did touch Yet held save Common-wealth all wealth too much Where Kings be not in ceasselesse guard of Armes Like these of ours the State lying open so T' invasion and Rebellions soddaine harmes Let not the Kinge looke Friends should â—oile the Foe At their owne charge for feare of overthro And in tumultuous times to breake their backs Will make them from their Necks the yoke to thro And to be freed from such tormenting Racks Wil ruine all though them with al it wracks Such great improvidence and want of heede vnseasonable Taxing Tempting rather Hath made the Soveraigne with the Subiect bleede Witnesse the two last Richards among other That knew how greevous then it was to gather Store is no Sore they say except of Sores Yet t is sore store with hate to heape togither Hate havocks in each hole in al vprores As VVater havocks life through all the Pores This spectacle of Kingly providence Nere cloi'd the subiect with too great estate Nor would he of a Pesaunt make a Prince His best belov'd he held in sober state That he might liue with them without debate Of all the Kings that ere this Land possest For government discreete and temperate This King deseruedly is deemed best And to be imitated worthiest In his Triumphant most victorious Son Henry the last in name and first in fame Is to be seene great wisedome vsd to shun Crosse Accidents and courage in the same Yet some suppose that he incurred blame For be'ng too open-handed in expence And giftes excessiue but it is a shame For Kings not roially to recompence The rich desert of any Excellence Ingratitude in all 's most monsterous But most of all in roiall Maiestie Wherein it s more then most prodigious Munificence makes great Authoritie And standes with Greatnesse in great policie The force of Guifts doth offer violence Even to savage Inhumanity Forcing therefrom such loues obedience As singlie workes with double diligence His forraine Conquests much more famous were Then any way commodious to this state Yet â—hem his actiue sp'rite could not forbeare For Caesar-like he would predominate VVhere he had least iust coulor of estate In raising lowest shrubs to Cedars hie He from his sage Sire did degenerate Yet vertue though it nere so low doth lie Is vvorthy of high praise and dignitie In the last Edwards and Queene Maries raigne Is seene what to those states is incident VVhere subiects doe not feare their Soveraigne But striue to liue beside their Regiment Contemning so their too-weake government This made the Rebell rise in strength and pride From Sov'raignes weaknesse taking couragement T' assault their Gates led by a feeble Guide Shaking their Thrones a while from side to side In our Queenes no lesse long then peacefull reigne Blest as appeer'd by that blest Prince of Peace VVas seene much more then wisedome feminine If wee respest how soone shee made to cease The olde Religion for the oldes increase That suddaine change that did the soule acquite Of olde devotion which none will release Vpon the suddaine still to stand in might May make a Newter deeme sh'was in the right And now descend yee spirites Angelicall That chargde doe guard th' Anointed of your Lorde Crowne my Liege Lord with crowne imperiall And put into his hand the awfull Sword Of Iustice so the good shall bee assur'd And so may yee bee freed from your charge VVhereby the good are evermore secur'd For hee that office will for you discharge Sith Iustice goodmens surance doth inlarge Blesse him ô ever-blessed Vnion Making a no lesse blessed Trinitie Blesse him as thou hast never blessed one That ever did possesse this Monarchy Showre downe thy blessings on his family The blessings of the womb giue to his Queene And let them as the Sea-sand multiplie That froÌ„ their roiall loines may still be seene Heires as the starres of heau'n for store and sheene Thus haue I breath'd my Muse in Policie Or rather runne her out of breath therein That so shee may with more facility Runne ore the rest lesse difficult vvherein Shee hath much more then much delighted bin But Policie is but abus'd by me I doe but mangle her and make her sinne But were shee whollie seene as shee should be Sh'would seeme no daughter of Mortalitee REturne my Muse froÌ„ whence thou hast digrest To toile thy selfe in
loue him not for he did vs make But for his goodnesse onely and alone And loue al goodnesse for and in that One A father loues his sonne not in regard Of any gaine but for he is his owne Nor should a Sonne his Sire loue for reward But for he is his Sire in Nature dear'd For if we loue ought for the good we have From it we loue our selves more then the same Or loue it for our selves our selues to save From want of that which from it to vs came So such loue is selfe-loue which Love doth blame But we must loue the Lord of Love for love Nay though he hate vs we must love his name Sith to make man Loue onely did him move But to loue him againe for Mannes behove If then we weigh by vvhat degrees wee mount To him from vvhom our soules did first descend We finde that as through loue which doth surmouÌ„t They came from him so to him they ascende The selfe-same way as to their proper end For comming from him they must know him needs Aud knowing him they needes must to him tend But so they cannot but by loues good deedes For what is not of loue from sinne proceedes The order then of the degrees to loue Is first vvee at things corporall beginne For our birth to that Steppe vs streight doth moue Vnto our outward senses then wee rinne To Fancie next and so wee never linne Till through Reas'n Iudgement Contemplation VVe come to loue and so wee rest therein But to descend by the selfe same gradation And there to rest descendeth to damnation For to dismount from true loues loftie pitch Loue of the High'st so lowe as to selfe-loue Is Sow-like to lie mired in the ditch Of lowest Hell where we all Sorowes proue And cannot for our soules from thence remoue Without kinde heav'nly loues all-helping hand Which onely and alone hath powre to moue Our Mindes from Earth vnto the Livings Land And breake the linckes of selfe-loues mortall Band. Loue makes an Vnion of Diversitie If then wee loue God hee and wee are One One although diverse through true amitie VVee loue him and our selues for him alone So may we loue our selues as wee loue none Likenesse breedes loue which makes him loue vs so Who made vs to his Image and his Sonne Assum'd our shape which makes his loue the mo Then by like reason wee should loue him to The more his Image is renew'd in vs The more he loues vs and wee loue the more Then to deforme the same 's most odious And he detesteth vs alone therefore VVhich makes vs likewise loath him and his loâ—e All which proceedes from dissimilitude For God and Beliall are foes evermore Then sith wee are with his faire Forme indu'd Let it by vs bee euermore renew'd For Beauty is an vrgent cause of Loue If so wee should embrace the fairest Faire With loue that should be farre all loue aboue Yea die for loue that Loue might life repaire And glorifie the same as Beauties Heire See wee an hue that mortall beauty staines As doth the Sunne the Moone by his repaire This sov'raigne Beauty all the glorie gaines Sith but a sparke thereof the same sustaines Then Beauty blush to glorie in thy Blaze And much more blush to blaze thy glorie vaine With coulors fresh to make fraile eies to gaze And such as cannot iudge of coulors faine No coulor hast thou so thy selfe to staine The best is too too bad and bad 's the Best That without coulor doe their face ingraine In earnest such I thinke doe loue to Iest As Chaucer but my Muse will owe the rest But outward beauty loue procures because It argues th' inward beauty of the Minde For goodnes is th' effect Beauty the Cause And both togither commonly we finde For Nature both togither stil doth binde A good Complexions disposition Is for the most part vertuously inclinde But VVeomens beauty by permission Being often tempted breedes suspition For hardly is that kept that many craues And chastitie with beautie 's stil at strife For much more beautiful are Frailties slaues TheÌ„ for the most part they of vertuous life And aske a man that hath a beautious wife How much he fears the fowle fal of his faire Because that nothing in the world 's more rife Then at faire beauties byding mens repaire And where they hauÌ„t they do not stil repaire But this by accident is rather thus Then any waie to beauty naturall For it by Nature is most vertuous Sith Tempers good to Ill are seldome thrall For bodies meerely are Organicall Wheron the mind doth play al parts in one If then they be in tune most cordiall Their motioÌ„s must be needs sith there is none That moues theÌ„ but the minde or God alone But for that beauty stil alures the eie The â—ie the hart the hart the soule Sp'rite Of those that on the same do chance to pry Because it doth beheau'n them with delight This makes them instantly the same incite To yeeld to loue or lust and their desire Then being subiect thus to restlesse fight It oft enflames and is ensâ—am'd with fire That Flesh and Sprite makes but one flame intire How many may wee see distracted quight Or pyning liue or rather dy with paine Yea some to spill themselues with all despight For others beautie which they cannot gaine If beauty then so ore fraile sense doth raigne Sense being subiect to her sov'raigntie Doth sue and serue her favour to obtaine VVith most impetuous importunitie Till shee as subiect to her Subiect lie And never times except the times of old For whose corruption al the world was drown'd But these curst times of ours durst be so bold To make it common with estates renown'd To couâ—t bright beauty match'd as t' were vnbound Call yee it Courtshippe cal it what yee please Though it be in request it was not found In chaster times â—or oft it doth disease The head with swellings which nought can appease Mee thinkes I see as I haue often seene A well-made Male as male-content to stand In silke or silver clad right well-beseene VVringing a match'd faire Female by the hand VVhil'st in her eare he lets her vnderstand How much shee ought to loue him â—or his loue Meane while hard by stands Patience the Husband And lets Temptation his weake vessell proue VVhich in his sight her vnseene Spright doth moue It s prettie pastime so to passe the time It savoures of good breeding and good VVitt The Howres are made more pleasant by this Chime Who would not stil to here the same stil sitt Although a man transformed were by it O t is a iolly matter to give eare Nay to give leaue to Musicke in her fitt He is a Beast that wil not then forbeare Though he thereby be made a Beast to beare Foure kinds of
divine fury are obseru'd The first and first by right Propheticall Which by Apollo is rul'd and conserv'd The next by Bacchus called Misticall The third by Muses hight Poeticall The fourth and last by Venus governed Is call'd the Fury Amatoriall Which doe inferre that Love is borne and bredd Without the breach of Natures Maidenhedd What force it hath is better felt then showne For VVords cannot expresse the force of loue Call we it Love or Lust it is well known It hath the force of both the Heart to move Which these can testifie that it did prove Semiramis whose Vertue past compare This furious Passion her did so remoue From that shee was that lusting to reshare Hir Sonne her Sonne her Threed of Life did share The Macedonian Philipps peerelesse Sonne That over-ranne the VVorld with Sword and Fire This flaming fury yet did so ore runne That for his Thais that kindled his desire He burnt Persepolis sans cause of ire Yea did not onely that fowle fact command But with his Hands he lab'red as for hire To burne the buildings which as yet did stand Till he had laid al level with the Land A VVonder worthy of all wonderment That he that foil'd what ere his force withstood Should bee thus foil'd and made a President Of Lusts fell force which so enflam'd his Blood That made his Flesh Wild Fire in likelyhood A Man by woman a King by a Queane To be so overcome through Lustfull moode Being so effeminate and most obscene Argues in Loue and Lust there is no meane Strange are th' effects of Lust. For Men with Men Nay Man with Beast A Sinne not to be toucht So much as with the Tongue much lesse with Pen And least of all with that too oft bewitcht With loue of that which is by Nature grutcht Lust is so blinde that it cannot discerne A Man from Beast how ever beastly coucht But doth a Man-beast moue though Nature yerne The tricks of Beasts with lothsome Beasts to learne Graue Xenephon lov'd Clinias in this kinde So as hee crav'd of Ioue when Clinias di'de That if he might see him and still be blinde Or not see him and still be perfect Eyde He rather mought the want of sight abide To see him once then still to haue his sight And not see him See see how blinde a Guide Is lothsome Lust that leades men so vnright As for her pleasure so themselues to spight Semiramis an Horse ô brutish Lust Did lust to haue ô moÌ„strous Mare humane Pasiphaë long'd for a Bull to thrust Her from a woman to a Cow vncleane And Cyparissus made an Hynde the meane To coole his courage Aristomâ—chus A silly Bee would haue to be his Queane Lust whither wilt wilt be so monstrous To long for Bees that be but moates to vs Publius Pilatus fell in lusting loue With Hellens Image and Pigmalion For his owne Picture did like passion prove Damn'd Lust what pleasure provd'st thou in a stone That 's cold by kind as Snow on Libanon To tell the Mischiefes Spoiles Masacres By hate effected though through loue begun Were but to tell the number of the Starrs For Lust and Mischeife are ioynt passengers Troy might perhappes haue stoode vnto this Age Had Lust not laid it levell with the plaines And seas of Blood spent in that ten yeares Siege Might still haue kept the Chanells of the Vaynes But lewde Lust is so loose that shee restraines Her will in nought though it bringes all to nought Shee pleasure takes in pleasure causing paines For by her painfull pleasures such are wrought Yet on such pleasures shee doth fixe her thought Shee will not let the Thoughts so much as prie A minutes space on ought but what shee loues Shee Tirant captivates the Fantasy So that it cannot stirre till shee it moves Or if it doe shee forth-with it removes My Fancies Mistris saith some slaue to Lust Is my Thoughts Heau'n So swallowed with his Loues Are all his Thoughts and though as dry as Dust He lusts to please his loue with loue vniust For this al that pertaines must be in print VVeeds VVords Lookes Loks in print not one awry Whose Motions must be currant for the Mynt His glances must keepe iust time with her Eye And seeme to die se'ng her rich beauties dye Yet with a carefull carelessenesse he must Avoide the hate which too much loue doth buy And loue no more then may provoke to lust These are their loue tricks trickes of loue vniust One makes an Idoll of his Mistris Glove And offers thrice a day at least a Kisse Vnto each finger so to show his loue Another her Haire-Bracelett makes his blisse And Night and Day t' adore it wil not misse These Fancies fancie doe with kindnes cloy VVitt nere in loue taught Pupill so of his As saith the Book but doth his powres imploy With kindnesse coy to winne his witty Toy Whist Muse be mute wilt thou like Naso proue And interlace thy Lynes with levity Wilt thou add Precepts to the Arte of Loue And show thy vertue in such vanity So to polute thy purer Poesy No more no more ynough if not too much Is sedd already of this Mistery My Conscience at the same doth grieving grutch But let it goe this once with but this Touch. And how-soere Beauty may bee abus'd It promiseth more good then shapelesnesse If it proue otherwise it s thus excus'd The High'st to shew that good-guifts more or lesse Proceede from him and not from Natures largesse Le ts beauty fal and soile it selfe with sinne VVhich is more dam'd if beauty it doth blesse As Vertue is most faire that blest hath bin VVith beauty being resident therein But loue that Beautie breedeth is threefold According to three obiects of that loue All faire some good which thus we may vnfold The Pleasant and the Profitable mooue As doth the Honest true loue which vve proue The first concerneth things that please the Sense As beautie and at what the sense doth roue The second hath to welfare reference The third and last to Iustice and Prudence The first and second kinds of lust or loue Among the Perturbations may be put Sith they so many ill affections moue That make mans life to be in Sorrow shut VVhich like a Razor off the same doth cut But loue of honest things is vertuous And from mans praises takes away the But It shows the Minde is right magnanimous ' For that 's most great that is most gracious This loue is kindled by that heav'nly Flame That like fine Gold doth purifie the Sp'rite And like it selfe transmuted maks the same Good gratious holy wise iust clear bright Glory'ng in him that makes her glory right This is the loue of beauty most extreame VVherein celestial soules doe most delight Of loue that feedes the Sp'rite it is the creame Infus'd by Iustice Sonnes inlightning Beame This
hereafter bee Touching this Land I did predominate Looke in these VVaues quoth shee and see her fate But I yet fearing lest by some delusion I might be drawne to drowne me in conclusion Did backward seeme to doe this later heast Though in the premisses I seemed blest Then shee as seeing with immortall eyes The mortall feare that did my Soule surprise Skipt from the VVater to the verdant Shore And tooke me by the hand and cheer'd me more Her touch mee thought sent to my soule such ioy As quite expell'd whâ—t erst did it annoy That hand mee seem'd I kist with reverence Which yeelded sense-reviving redolence I held it fast and swai'd it as I would For shee encourag'd me and made me bold VVhen to my selfe I wisht I had had might T' haue swaid or staid it when it once did write VVhen it did shaking write Elizabeth Name giving Life to be a name of Death I often haue held hands while I haue taught Those hands to write as handsomely they ought But had I held her hand then when it was I would haue taught her hand all hands to passe In love-procuring skill and when shee wrate Elizabeth great R. abridging date Of Life and Name shee should haue written thus Live live great R for dying oft for vs. And though shee had in Earth no interest Now frëed from it by eternall rest Yet was my soule mee thought extreamely glad So to converse with her immortall Shade And to my selfe I said with submisse voice If Princes Shades our Spirits so reioyce What will their SubstaÌ„ce where they please to grace That in the Soule must needes haue greater place Arise quoth shee because the VVater's deepe And thou perhapps dost feare therein to peepe Come follow mee to yonder shadie Grove VVhich Zephirus doth gentlie breathing moue Vpon the further side of this greene Meade There shalt thou see what shall thy Fancy feede Then vp I sprange with rare agilitie Which gaue me pow'r me thought with her to flie As swift as thought to that designed place And there she laid me downe with sweete embrace VVhich so entranc'd me as a while I laie Engulf'd in ioy yet all the while did praie That the Catastrophe of this sweete Scene Might answere the beginning and the meane Shee feeling with her hand my Pulse to beate As one whose Soule did seeke to shift her Seate Shee chafte my Temples which did showring raine The liquid Pearle which oft proceedes of Paine And with a loving checke shee did controule The Passion of my over-passion'd Soule I am quoth shee no Soule-confounding Fiend Assuming Angells forme for wicked end But come to grace thee gracelesse forlorne Man VVith divine favours why dost feare me than VVhereto with trembling Tongue I made reply I feare thee not sense-mazing Maiestie But the delight my silly Soule conceaues For this high grace my soule of sense bereaves VVell then I coniure thee in Loue quoth shee That thou feare not But marke what thou shalt see No sooner these sweete words accented were But in our presâ—nce livelie did appeare A Ladie of a most maiesticke state Cladd like a VVorld-commanding Potentate VVith all that might obiect prosperitie To VVâ—tt or Observations Eagles Eye On whom attended two still-striving Dames In manners diverse diverse too in frames The one still eyde the Mould with downe-cast looke In blacke invested in her hand a Booke Her Brest close-clasped vp vnto the Chin That no lascivious Eye might prie therein A Cipers vaile ore-canapide her face Where vnder shone a VVorld of modest grace Nothing about her was superfluous And nothing wanting fitte for Natures vse I tooke her for some VVorld-despising Dame VVhose conversation was not in the same The other was the true Arch-tipe of that Which Men for Levitie doe wonder at Neere to her Body shee fantasticke ware A thinne vaile of Carnation coulor'd ware On which with Starrs of gold embost was drawne As t' were an vpper Smock of purest Lawne Which seem'd as if a Silver Cloude had spredd Over the face of Phoebus blushing redd Vpon all which shee ware a Gabberdine For forme as strange as for stuffe â—ich and fine To which ther was a certaine kinde of Traine Which vselesse was turn'd vp threefold againe The VVings wherof where her Armes out were let were of pure gold with Smarags thicke besett So were the verges of it sett with stone As costlie as the VVhores of Bâ—bilon On either side from her Armes to her VVast It was vnsow'd and made with Buttons fast Of orient Pearle of admirable size Which loopes of Azur'd silke did circulize So as yee might betweene the Buttons see Her smocke out-â—â—ft to show her levitee The Sleeves whereof were meanely large yet so As to the handes it lesse and lesse did gro About whose wrists being gath'red in fine pleates It was made fast vvith orient Bracëlets Of Pearle as bigge as Plumbes and intermixt VVith other Iemmes of diuers hues tranâ—fixt Which ore her hands hunge as superfluously As like the rest shee ware most combrously Morisco-wise her Garment did orehang Her Girdle set with stone and many a spang VVhich nerethelesse could not be seene at all By reason of that Robes orefolding fal Saving that when the VVinde blew vp the same It might be seene like lightnings sodaine flame This Garment though it were but too too long Yet too too short or short'st of all it hunge Her nether Vesture strecht but to her calfe Yet lower rought then that aboue by halfe For shee the vpper tuckt and trebl'd so As like a Vardingale the same did sho Vpon her legges shee ware a Buskin fine Of stuffe that did like cleerest Amber shine Downe halfe vvay folded vvith a Brouch below Which on the shinne shee rightly did bestovv Her nether smockes or smock-like Petticotes Each gale of winde a loft in Aier flotes Which she assisted vvith prompt reddynesse Glad of so good a coulor as I guesse To show the coulor of her skinne below Which scarse the Smocks of modest Matrones know Her Brest lay open almost to the VVast That by the eie men might be drawne to taste The bitter sweetes vvhich in her did abound For beautie through the eie the heart doth wound Her Pappes vvere varnisht ore with shining stuffe To giue the Sight a lustie counterbuffe Twixt whom there hung a Iewell of rare Iemmes That the eie dazl'd with resplendant beames About her Necke a chaine of Pearle shee ware That to her Brest did couer all the bare Saving that here and there yee might espie A dy-like Square of polisht Ivorie Her Ruffe or what you vvill about her Necke Was cut and keru'd the more the same to decke And in the cuts betweene the foldes did lurke Frogs Flies Snakes Spiders al of Gold-smithes work So liuely made as that the sight wouâ—d sweare They were aliue for each did seeme to steere Vpon the hemme vvhereof did looslie hange Many a glitt'ring siluer-golden spang Which with the
that 's aie in motion Hath to the Muses Measures most devotion Againe IOhn vnto Iohn Davies to Davies sends This little draught of new loues large Demise If wordes doe want to passe what it pretends Supplie that want the Grant neede no supplies To you and to your Heires the same doth runne Simplie in loue for aie to hold in fee A good estate you haue and your Sonnes Sonne A kinde acceptance shall your out-rent be You Coūcel can your selfe a fee then saue Mende you the draught loues Deede no fault should haue I. D. The Booke of it selfe I am that was not and I was that am I was vnmade that was in state confus'd I am for Arte hath form'd that formlesse Frame Yet form'd my nature was ere Arte was vs'd Mother-Tongue and VVi◠Observance goodwil Haue made me what I am or good or ill Not vnto vs ô Lord not vnto vs but to thy name giue the praise and glory Psal. 115.1 Againe to Envie and Detraction DEERE Envie and Detractiō deere to those That vnto Vertue are immortall foes Let me although I hate you yet entreate That I if good ynough may be your meate You cannot grace me more then gnaw me still For what you spare is too farre spent in ill Teare me in peeces with your grizlie fangs You Crowne my Soule with glory by such Pangs Hee is a Divell that to die detests In Hel-hounds mouthes to live in Angells Brests IOHN DAVIES FINIS In loue and affection of Master Iohn Davies mine approved good friend and admiration of his excellence in the Arte of VVriting THat heavenly Sparke from which th'immorall Soule Had her first being striveth to enroule Her wondrous Guifts in characters of Brasse That when dissolved from this earthie Masse Shee mounts aloft her never-dying Glorie May fill the Volumes of a learned Storie VVhich after-Ages reading may admire And inly burning with the like desire To rare Atcheiuements emulous of Fame Striving t'immortalize their dying Name May bend their Practise dedicate their Daies And so excited purchase datelesse Praise Our actiue Soule feeles never wearinesse But her true loue to Fame doth best expresse In hating Idlenesse whence comes this notion Her working Faculties are still in motion Ore some then others greater Soveraigntie This divine Essence of Humanitie Hath power to exercise For baser Swaines Abhor the check of her immortall Raignes Frō whence it is that Midas brood possesse The greater Share in earthly Happinesse VVhile those pure Mindes who most submissiue stand At the least wrentch of her almighty Hand Obscurely hidd in Corners at their Booke Are hardly grace 't so much as with a looke Of this iniurious World O wretched Age VVherein the sacred Artes to Vassalage Subiected are while muddy Mindes aspire VVhile greater Heroes daine but to admire And praise with bootlesse breath the polisht Lines VVherin Cōceipt hath traveld through the Mines Of rich Invention manie a wearie hower Spent with the Muses in a gloomie Bower To times swift feathers imping greater store VVhilst thus they plough the barrain fruictles Shore Earths brightest Angels these ô these be they VVhose Corps are fram'd of fire and not of clay VVhos 's either Part both mortall and divine So sweete a Symphonie doth intertwine That both accord to prosequute that Fame VVhich but for Vertue stellifies our Name Among which Number famous by Desart The Lawrel Crowne be his whose every Part To th'intellectiue Soule their Soveraigne Pay true Subiectiue Dutie and doe gaine By restlesse labour that perfection Which saue by him hath bin attain'd by none By him the Subiect of these worthles Rimes Whose Art lends luster to our English climes Davies discoverer of hidden Deepes True Microcosme whose peircing Spirit creeps Into the darkest Cavernes in-most Denne Where Wit inhabits mong the sons of Men And plucks out Knowledg by the goldē locks From where shee long had slept within the Rocks Of hard Obscurity whence every Eie May iudge it selfe ô wondrous Mysterie Whence we our selues our selues may truly know Which is indeede most hard how ere in show But endlesse were it and impossible Vnlesse my Muse to his were sutable Here to delate that Grace in Poesie VVhich his witt-fraughted workes can testifie Cast backe thine Eie reade and admiring see The Quintessence of humane Ingenie VVay well the rich Conceipt so shalt thou know That few if any could haue written so Descend we then from that internall Flame To Qualities externall whence the name Of Excellence hath purchast beene of manie But as of Davies never yet of anie In praising whom the best my Lines can say VVill for his VVorth be worthlesse every way Yet for I loue his Name admire his Skill Out of the heate and fervour of Good-will These colder Lines this frozen passage found Force't by the League wherin al Frendes are bound And reason t is those Men that merit Fame Aboue the rest should franckly haue the same And be it farr from every gentle Hart To deeme that Soothing or a glosing part VVhen one good Freind an other shal commend More then that Hatred when our speeches tend In whom we loue some fault to rectifie VVhich wrongs himselfe defames his Progenie Praise is the guerdon of a due Desart Making vs better act the praised Part. There never Man deserved Memorie For perfect Science in his Facultie If Dauies Name deserue to be forgott If when his mortall Part in earth shall rott The riches of his Soule mans greatest treasure Shal be made subiect to the greedie seasure Of darke Obliuion if such Perfection Shall frō the Graves rude hand haue no protection Maugre the Gripe of Time in spight of Fates And ought beside that Fame determinates His Name would liue to all Posteritie In the fayre lines of his Characterie Could any Hand the graver so commaund As can the penne his vvonder-writing Hand But for no Graver or stampt Letter can Or ought els framed by the Witt of Man Shew Times future true proose of such rare Skill By demonstration mine Artlesse Quill Striues to commende to lasting Memorie A glimps though darkely of that Qualitie For if mine aime Loue hath not much betraid This Booke must liue till Time his course hath staid So that to those not yet conceiv'd I send This poore effect which my loues cause hath pend Neglecting Art affecting to descrie Loue to my friend and to his Qualitie Whose Matchlesse Art in managing the Penne Time neuer equaliz'd and Times agen When his diurnal Howërglasse hath ranne The dated Minutes of a mortall Man Will hardly paralel for such true Skill May scarce be purchased by paine or Will Hee that as Davies would as fairely vvrite Must of necessitie haue Davies spright Who knows not that this wondrous Facultie Is not conceiu'd by coorse Capacitie But maketh there her only Habitation Where shee doth finde a strong Imagination For none habitually can her possesse That is not made of fire and liuelynesse Could neuer Hand so
good hart will haue consideration of his meate diet Eccl. 30.25 Eccl. 10.17 Note Simil. a Corne. Psal. 144. 13 Pro. 27. 26. The person that is ful despiseth an hony-combe but vnto the hungry Soules as hunger-bitteÌ„ Soldiers every bitter thing is sweete Prov. 27.7 * The fore part of the Scull Psal. 104. 1â— Eccl. 31.28 When the righteous are in auctority the people reioyce but when the wicked bear rule the people sigh Prover 29 2. * Psal. 144. 9. Ps. 119.67.71 God King Sir Phil. Sidâ— Sir R. Sidney Sir Ed. Dy. Sir Ed. Wingfield The light of the kings couÌ„tenaÌ„ce is life his fauour is as a clowde of the later raine Prover 16.15 * 1. Tim. 6.15 Rom. 19.16 * Psa. 64.45.6 2. Pet. 2.4 In Gâ—d are all sith without him are no Ioyes Math. 11 2â— Deut. 32.42 Ramuâ— Paris Rochel They disease thereby killing and ease them being killed 2. Kin. 11.1,2,3 2. Kin. 16. 3. 2 Chro. 28.16 * 2. Kin 6.26 27,28,29 2. Sam 7.18 Gen 10.6.8.10 Isai. 66.19 Sir Roger Williams f P. Parmâ— Ioh. 10.12.18 * Christ the true God of Wisedome the onelie Sunne inâ—lightning our Intelligence * The secrets of the highest Heaven are farre aboue the reach of humane Reasonâ— * Every knowledge hath its beginning of the senses which are often deceiu'd Therefore all scieÌ„ces which are deriu'd fast rooted in the senses are vncertaine deceiptfull a The vnderstanding abused by the misreport of the inferior senses diverts the will from embracing good obiected to hir 3. Kinds of Appetites in all creatures The naturall apetite two-folde Soules Vegetatiue The natural desire how devided The sensitiue apetite two-fold a Though Beastâ— haue much more perfect outwaâ—d senses then Men yet can thâ—y not imploy them reasonably as Men doo b Free-will is not avoided by grace but established because grace healeth the Will that is giveth vs a will to righteousnes Aug. de spiritu littera Cap. 30. c That we doâ— will wellâ— God worketh of himself without vs and when we will so well that we doe accordingly God worketh togither with vs. August De gratia libero arbitrio Cap. 17 d God draweth vnto him but he draweth none but the willing e God giues regenerate Men free-will to do well but the reprobate haue free-will onely to doe evill Musculus coÌ„moÌ„ places f Godlinesse hath the promises of this life and that to come When Man pleaseth God God wil please Man All is to be given to God who prepareth the good-will of Man to bee holpen and helpeth i being pâ—epared Aug Enchir. ad Laurent Cap. 22. g These are Beasts in humane shape whereof the World 's too full h Griefe Ioy are alwaies Consociates of our will i The will naturally cannot desite that which in nature is evill Will makes Reason to attend her The Wil may obiect or not obiect what shee will to the Minde The vnderstaÌ„ding straineth out of the secret hidâ— causes of thinges that which to wisdoÌ„e is incident Wil exacting the saÌ„e * The Wil refuseth Good being found not for being good but not being so good as it willingly would hauâ— Iâ—l spirits may provoke our faÌ„tasies wilâ— It is a kind of bondage to haue powre wil and liberty to doe ill Whosoever seekes felicity where it is not shall finde infelicity where it is Reason and mans desires shoulde be in continuall league The Hart and Minde beeing at Vnity procure the tranquility of the Affections The Braines and Hart are the Seates of Reason and the AffectioÌ„s Sin is nothing because it was made without him without whoÌ„ nothing was made that was made a Sinne. b The scriptur c That is betweene Reason and the Affections Reason Concupiscence Ire 3. speciall powres of the Soule Anima Mens Animus Ratio Spiritus Scientia The soule vseth not the ministry of the outward senses when shee is swallowed vp with divine meditations The soule being divine works divinely if shee bee not hindred by her Clog the body The Hart the Mirror of the Minde A cleane Hart and a cleane soule are convertible * Natures providence for Manns good should lift vp his minde to the consideration of the loue of a greater Good The Hart is the fountaine of naturall heate The Hartes motion is double * A motiue to brotherly loue taken from the disposition of the Members The flesh of the Hart is the firmest flesh of any part of the Body * Iniustâ—ce makes great Kinges lesse then Fame can take notice of The Hart is hang'd in the Brest by even counterpoise Many good comâ—lexions are ill in conditions Mutual loue is to be learned from the mutuall assistaÌ„ce of the partes of the body Vertues Throne is erected iust betweene extreames * Murder themseluâ—s a The Soule Vegeâ—atiuâ— dâ—siâ—es to Be The Sensitiue to be well The reasonable to be best and therfore it never rests till it be ioyned to the best * Eviâ—l cleaves to each worldly Good as Canker doth to Silver * Ioy and sorrow as Plato affirmes are the Ropes wherewith we are drawne to the embracing or avoiding of euery action * Iudgement foregoes the Affections * The Affections may work without souÌ„d advisement a The Soule worketh by motion and the Body by Action * Phisicke can extenuate the Humors that make the Body vnapt to execute the workes of Vertue * Humors be the children of the Elements An Element what 2. Elements in Phisick-Arte Complexion what Wel tempred Complexion what Il CoÌ„plexion what The Bodies temper is fiue waies discerned A natural reason for the gurmaÌ„dizing and quaâ—fing of the Flemmings The Coulor shews the bodies temper The reason why men cholericke of coÌ„plexion are â—oone angry A humor what Howe the meates are changed to Humors How the Humors raigne in mans body How when the Planets rule in mans body Precise dates assigned to severall changes of mans age in his life Psal. 31.11 * Paint the face * Bis puer The Aire wee breath may hasteÌ„ our age Causes of the Aiers putrification consequently of grosse witte The passions of the Aier do affect our Minds The situation of the Place makes the Aier good or badde Foode good or badd helpes or hinders Witte a The Hart Brayne * Wine moderatly taken cheeâ—es â—he Haâ—t spiâ—itâ— 3. Offices of Drinke f Vomittâ— g Gluttony Drunkenâ—sâ—e are he horrible sepultureâ— of mans reason iudgment Temperate exercise available to minde and bodie Natural heate The Sons of Adam borne to labour Divinity oft in dreames A natural reason for the divinity of Dreames Over much watching debilitates our wittes This waking care breaketh the sleepe as a great sickenesse breakes the sleepe Eccle 31 2. â—â—re enemy â—o sleâ—pe and â—â—â—epe coÌ„â—orâ—â—â— of Care Care a CaÌ„ker to Minâ—e and Body a The laboure of like Bodies be not a like painfull For glory in a Prince makes the laboure lighter then that
of a Pesant because he wotâ—s it wil be notable Inward ioy annihilates outward paine Esay the Prophet so martiâ—ed S. Lawrence S. Stephen Act 7.56,58 One Martyr begets many Dan. 3.22,23 Sorrow doth occuâ—ie the the place of extreame ioy Petrarch Extreme ioy being suddaine is enemy to nature Simil. Shame may bring life to confusion in generous spirits Quod capio perdo quod non capio mihi seruo Body Soule Heate naturall Phisitionâ— Mirth makes mans yeareâ— as many as hiâ— haires The AffectioÌ„s follow the qualities of the Humors Sicknesse iâ— as Seneca saith the chastisement of intemperaÌ„ce The Harâ—s affects begett the Mindes Deere are fatted but to be killed So Epicures c. The power of The will is derived from Knowledge Prâ—ctise the Mothâ—r of Habit. The Soule is possest in patience if shee possesse patience Frst the crosse and then the Crowne a Affliction being familier with vs doth make vs most familier with our selues b As a man caÌ„not know him selfe if hee know not God so he cannot know God well if hee know not him selfe So inseperable are these knowledges * The end of worldly pleasure is the beginning of Payne Wealth makes men wanton * Ample fortunes haue as ample passioÌ„s * Prov. 13.10 * Our â—nemies will tell vs wherein wee are faulty which friends will forbeareâ— so may we profit by our foesâ— Affliction is the best Tutresâ—â— to make vs know the World Custom is another nature Custom is overcome by â—ustome When the affections are called vertues or Vices Sin inhabites but is not habituall in the godly Simil. Simil. Simil. Simil. In knowing our soules we know â—he wel-head of al our Actions The Minde turns winds the body by the Affections of the Hart. Little suffiseth Naâ—ure but nothing Opinion As a little Colloquintida dâ—th marre a whole pot of pottage so covetousnesse doth make all other vertues abhominable The best vse of worldly things isâ— to contemne worldlyâ— It thingsâ— Plato A simil a Affections move the Soule moderately but Perturbations move her most violently A Simil. b When IudgmeÌ„t is betraid the Affections are misguided Therfore moderate fasting feedes the Soule c Ills takeÌ„ for good grieue the mind vpoÌ„ triall d Passion is easiest extinguished when it begins to kindle e A wise man rules and is not ruled by his Affections f Constancie holdes the Hart that holds wisdoÌ„e Ill is the privation of good Good is the obiect of loue and Desire To bee angry with evill is good Pride is a moÌ„ster compounded of many Affections A Simil. A Simil. a Where Passion raignes Reason obayeth b The Eie is the Index of the Minde Eccl. 13.26 Confounded looks bewray meÌ„s lewdnes d The countenaÌ„ce showes how the Hart is affâ—ctedâ— Not to dissemble is not to lyue Teares quench the â—â—â—e of immodâ—â—ate PassioÌ„ f Mirth is too light for the gravity of Maiestie g Vertues self-loue alone is Vertuous The kingdom of heaven suffers violence and thâ— violent take it by force Mat. 11. 12. The Hart coÌ„ceaues two kindes of Ioy or Griefe Likelyhood is the life of hope touching mundane matters The hope of the impious is full of feare Innocencie dreades no danger Hopes winges are pennipotent The Patriarck Abraham Gen. 32.26.28 The Senses would dy that feaâ—e might â—ot â—iue Feare is vtterly haâ—tlâ—sse Gods feare expels feare Eccle. 1.12 The Belly becomes loose though force of Feare * Iob. 41.16 Courage comes from Hope * Six-penny Champions Iob. 2.7 Gen. 4.8 * God * God is the Fountaine of all Power * Sorrow remaines after sinne for sin to make the Soule detest sinneâ— a Too great Light is as offensive to the Eye as too little b God is by Intelligence apprehended of vs. Note which of the outward senses is the most supreme c Seeing is the Soveraigne of the outward SeÌ„ses why d The outward senses are the Dores whâ—re thrâ—ugh Sin enters into our Soules The Divell knowes not the thoughts of Man A Simil. The inferiorst interior sense coÌ„ceiues more pleasure then all the outward senses can The pleasures of the minde doe far excell those of the body The more brutish the pleasures bee the more paine is taken in their execution Griefes doe more annoy vs then Pleasures delight vs. * Gods coÌ„maÌ„dements meÌ„tioned in the Decalogue Bodily pleasures are but paines coÌ„pared to those of the minde * Eccles. 2. * God the Father fatherâ—leâ—â—â— Civill Policie Crownes are purchased often vniustly by bloudy coÌ„quests Policy vnder God is the overruler of all vnder heaveÌ„ To Princes wee must giue our reasons by waight our woâ—ds by measure Similie All Policie ought â—o tend to publicke profiteâ— Simil. Where the worde of the king is there is poweâ— and who shall say to him what dost thou Eccles 8 4. A Caveat for great subiects Men shoulde not bee divels to shun teÌ„porall death or to be Gods on earth That which in privat persons is called Choler in publike is called Fury cruelly Sal. Rigor often buyeth her pleasure with perill of life Mercy truth preserue the King for his throne shaâ—be established with Mercie Prover 20.28 He that is careles of his own liâ—e is Lord of anothers Senâ— * Which mischief though with extream difficulty prevented if at al avoided yet al the means to escape it are these 4. Enquiry Punishment InnoceÌ„cie Destenie * By repreheÌ„sion which S. Basil cals the healing of the soule SalomoÌ„ an ornameÌ„t of fine gold Pro. 25. and David a precious Balme Psa. 41. Tacitus saith every notorious execution of iustice hath some taste of iniustice therin yet sith it wrings but some in particular it is amply recompeÌ„ced in the coÌ„mon good a Iteration of reveÌ„g for one fault is faulty Punishmente is the companion of iniustice Plato b Salus fâ—r the soâ—es growing from overmuch severity a Austere and iust Maiestrats are like the Ligatures of Chirurgions which hurt them that bee wounded for though those Bands be imployd to cure loose meÌ„bers yet they putt the Patient to much paine b By the resistance of those that should obey the lenitie of those that coÌ„mand is diminished Tacitus Vsurie is a sweete poison compounded vpon the ruines of good men d A temperate dread suppresseth high and stout stomakes feare in extremitie stirres men to presumption or desperate resolution provoks them to try conclusioÌ„s daÌ„gerous Piety makes Authority most potent e The mother of a wary person knows not what belongs to Teares Paul Emil. f Superfluity in BaÌ„quets Aparrell are tokens of a diseased CoÌ„mon-weale or which is rather in daÌ„ger of death Seneca g A kingdoms superabuÌ„daÌ„ce if it be managed by a lascivious voluptuous Prince is the cause of the subversioÌ„ thereof h Fâ—are terror are slender bonds to bind loue Tacitus Simil. i A gentle intreaty is of more force then an imperious coÌ„maÌ„d Claudian k It is an easie matter to governe good men Salust l O impious people
were the first Astronomers Metaphisicks and Philosophers The steweâ— once stoode where now Play-houses stand The Peacock Neither delighteth he in any maÌ„s legs Psal. 147.10 Reproofes wher they are wel deserved must bee well paâ—ed b Meant of those that haue nothing to commende them but affected acting offensiue mouthing c W. S. R B. d Simonides saith that painting is a dumb Poesy Poesyâ— a speaking painting Roscius waâ— said for his excelleÌ„cy in his quality to be only worthie to come on the stage and for his honesty to be more worthy theÌ„ to come theron f â—her is good vse of plaies pastimes in a CoÌ„moÌ„-weale for thereby those that are most vncivill pâ—one to moue war and dissention are by these recreations accustomed to loue peace ease Tac 14. An. Ca 6. Though these words be vnfit â—or his mouth yet he fits his mouth to these words The ende of Artes giues theÌ„ their true valuation Gentlemen should hate Pride â—owe sith she is become the HaÌ„gmaÌ„s loue Hell the home of Pride The third wombe * Of mine vnderstanding * All Philosophers have erred touching the Soule Crates Hippaâ—châ—s Leucippus Democritus Diogenes Hippias Heliodorus A diametrical repugnancie of opinions amoÌ„g the Philosophers touching the soul. Critias Hippocrates Galen Heraclitus Aristotle Plato Seneca Hippocrates Strato Diogenes Stoickes Democritus Hierophilus Empedocles Galen Epicures Pythagoras Man is the HorizoÌ„ between Angels and Beastsâ— as far from Beasts as Angels Aristotle Christians differ touching the soules beginning Thomas Aquinas his opinion touching the soules beginning Diverse opinions concerning the souls continuance Plato Some make two distinct things of the Soule and vnderstanding Some suppose that humane soules are portions of the divine nature Our minds do remember Sciences not learne them Plato a Truth it selfe faith no vncleane thing can enter into the heavens Galat. 5.21 A Proverb God and the world are epitomiz'd in man Microcosmos The agilitie subtilty and capacity of the Soule Man is said to be man in â—espect of his humane Soule When the Minde is busie the outward Senses be at rest Life Sense depend vpon the Soule The Soule is no Quality but a SubstaÌ„ce The Soule is of capacity to comprehend Heaven and Earth The more the soule doth the more it may receiue The soule is in a sorte infinite We may enter into anothers minde with our mind No matter caÌ„ hold 2. formes at one instant of contrary kindes The lesse flesh the body hath the more wit the soule hath commonly That cannot give Sense that is seÌ„slesse nor intelâ—igence that is vnintellectual The Soule not subiect to Time Time is the Soules subiect The Soules food Truth argues shee is immortall like her foode The doubt of our Soules immortality prooves their immortality God the Fountaine of Reason The eternitie past overwhelmes the Soule as being too great for her capacitie but that which is to come she can and doth coÌ„ceave a Nature made nothing in vaine The Soule caÌ„not pâ—ssiblie perswade her selfe that shee is mortall No Athist but would faine dye the death of the righteous The Soule is taught by naturall reason by the light of nature that shee is immortall Simil. The actions of our Soules proue their immortalitie b The Soule is not subiect to the impression of the Senses because she is of an incorporall nature The Soules discourse surmountes the reach of the outward sense Our Reason doth oft correct our erring sense The Sunnes magnitude c Demonstration is the Piller wheron al scieÌ„ce depeÌ„ds The Soule makes generall rules of many particulers but seâ—se insists vpon particulers The true esseÌ„ce of things is vnknowne and to man knowne by their accideÌ„ts and actions Who vnderstaÌ„deth his waies and the storm that no man can see for the most part of his works are hid Eccle. 16.21 In theÌ„ which wil not vnderstand true doctrine ignorance is sinne and in them which caÌ„not it is the paine of sinne The soule is free from sin as shee was made by God Sinne deriues her force froÌ„ the soule To God all things are lawfull that like him and nothing likes him that is vnlawfull a Some certaine things though true are not vttered of God without daÌ„ger whoÌ„ we seem best to knowe when we confesse him and his councels to be incomprehensible b In doubâ—full matters wherin we may be ignorant without danger it were better suspend out iudgements then offer occasiâ—n of contention Calv. c Warrantably d Divine matters are ful of obscuâ—ity Cat. e Thâ—s secret must be lookt vnto not into f Faithfâ—ll ignorâ—unce is â—etter then rash knoweledge a Sinne flowes from Adam to the soule and enters into her when she first giues motion to the body The fault of Adam only infects the soule b It is farre off what may it be and it is a profouÌ„d deepnesse who caÌ„ finde it Eccl. 7.26 c Since the elementary diuine partes of MaÌ„ are corrupted one by another and both from AdaÌ„ they must be borne againe by elementary divine meanes by Water and the Spirit d Eccl. 25.3 Nature sittes in a precious Stone as in her Throne of Maiestie * Rebata Vertue Albion * Salomon Vanity is instant to gett attention because sense is betraide therby * H. 8. Leicester Essex Worcest * Death the fine of al flesh * Ne-vile * CoÌ„versation * William Wainflet Bishop of Winchester * Hen. 6. Ed. 4. Eccle. 2. 15. * A steele â—nstâ—ument * Faire wâ—iting * For writing Phil. 2. Hisp. Rex Totus non sufficit Oâ—bis