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
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
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
VVelcome ten-thouzand times ye sacred Paire Great Atlas and Alcides of this Land Vpon whose shoulders safe from all impaire The Common-wealth thereof doth fixed stand VVhich dext'rously your Vertue doth coÌ„mand Deere Prince the weale of Wales the Brittains blisse By me thine owne VVales lets thee vnderstand That shee desires thy princely feete to kisse And praies as for her Heau'n on Earth for this Then come sweete Prince thy Principalitie Doth long to beare thee on her blisful Brest There shalt thou see the Hart of Loyalâ—y Loue-sicke for want of thee in great vnrest Then come Deere sweete and to thine owne giue rest For as an hungrie Stomacke bites the more The neerer meate is to the same addrest So is thy Peoples longing made more sore To hold thee now they haue thee then before There shalt thou finde Brutes venerable Stocke To loue thee as the Creame of their best bloud For all about thee wil they thronging flocke To tender thee their Eies to doe thee good Such is the nature of their loving moode As when a Father fallen in decay Doth see his Sonne that giues him Cloth and foode â— Crown'd as a King Ioy makes his hart her Pray So will they ioy to see their Ioy to sway From Owen Thewdor who from Camber came From Camber Sonne of Brute who came froÌ„ Troy Art thou descended and thy Bellsires name VVas Thewdor let vs Brittaines then enioy Our owne in thee in thee our onely Ioy. VVe haue bin long afflicted and opprest By those that sought our whole Race to destroy Then sith we are in thee so highly blest Lett 's haue our owne thy selfe to giue vs rest O come and comfort vs our Ioy our Peace Let vs haue thee then haue we all in thee All that that tends to Peace and ioyes increase And in thy presence we shall blessed be For thou art blest then in thee blest are wee Sith blest thou art with all that Heau'n doth cast Vpon the Heau'n of Earthes felicitee Our bloud in thee craues part of it at lastâ— In recompence of all our sorrowes past VVhat shall oppunge this our bloud doth coÌ„vince Nature hath made thee ours and we are thine VVe are thy people and thou art our Prince Betwixt vs Loue will haue nor Thyne nor Myne But the VVord Oures she doth to vs Assigne Our Land our Prince our People and our Lawes Our State our Common-weale our Hand Seale Signe All ours nought but ours deere Prince because Both Prince and People clos'd are in this clause Then come All ours blesse all ours with our Eies Plac'd in the Head begotten by our Head VVhich was begotten by our bloud likewise Come rule thou vs in that Heads place steede Till thou that Head in his place shalt succeede Here shalt thou see cas'd in poore Coates of freeze Rich Spirits of Troians which on glory feede VVho for they are and rightly came of these Each with the nature of the Stocke agrees Our greatest braverie lies all within Where greatest Harts do loue the same to haue VVe say to braue an abiect sprite is sinne But to be braue in Sp'rite is passing braue VVe scorne a double-gilt base-mettled Slaue For we are harted-vvhole true Iovialists Making our glorie goe beyond our Graue So to dissolue Oblivions foggy mists And blind the Eies of squint-Ei'd Satyrists For be it that we know no Complement Other then such as our deere Ancients knew That 's plaine and simple like our harts intent Yet if we pleasd we could be fash'ond new Lou'd we not more our Fathers to ensue We want nor wit nor sp'rit nor wealth perchance Swift-flying Fash'on swiftlie to pursue In guize in gate and courtly dalliance At Tilt each way with Loue or Marses lance VVitnesse our Owen Thewdor who could giue True demonstration how to court a Queene Who from the seede of Ioue did grace receiue To beare him selfe in her Eie best-beseene And made her thoughts a demy God him weene He so could draw the motion of her eie By motions seemely which in him were seene That he alone best pleas'd her fantazie As beeing full of best-grac'd Maiestie Now from the Court descend we to the Campe And from those elder times to these of ours There finde we no lesse currant for the stampe WILLIAMS worlds wonder for his natiue powers Out-daring Death in many sanguine showres The singing Bullets made his soule reioice As Musicke that the hearing most alures And if the Canons bas'd it with their voice He seem'd as ravisht with an Heav'nly noise And when the Fo mens Muskets spight did spitt Then would he spitt in sport at them the while The Blowes his courage gaue were plac'd by witâ— For VVitt and Courage dwelt still in his Stile VVhile Cowardize and Folly made them vile VVhose glory lay all in their Ladies Lappe And when he came to Court at them would smile Yea smoothlie iest at their soft silken Happe Yet could like Mars take there somtimes a Napp Runne over all the Stories Tymes affoord Or prie vpon them with the sharpest sight VVe shall not finde one did more with his Sword Then this braue Brittaine and true Troian-Knight VVho putt Achilles in his Tent to flight By such an over-dareing Enterprize As all that that heare it not beleeue it might But that these Tymes haue seene it with their Eies And that the fame thereof to Heaven flies Quite through through Deaths grizely Iawes hee ranâ— And made a way through Horrors vgli'st Hell Yea danted Death more like some God then Man Vntill the Prince and Death he did compell To flie for life which his sword sought to quell O Skinck how blessed wert thou in his loue That drue thee on through Death to Glories well From whence the life of Fame doth flowing move To all that for her sake such Dangers prove Should I recount the pettie Miracles By him performed in his martiall course My words would scarse be held for Oracles Suffizeth me the VVorld that knew his force VVell knew his Hart was VVitt and Valours Source And they that most envie our Brittish fame Must needs thus much of him confesse perforce That whatsoever from this Brittaine came VVas VVitt and Spright or savor'd of the same But should I instance in particuler What Truth doth warrant for the Brittaines glory I could perhaps runne vp their Race as farre As loue and finde them famoused in story But for in me it may be thought vaine glorie Sith being one my selfe I seeme to praise I will desist although my soule be sory I should desist from that which many waies Might Camber crowne with everlasting Baies TheÌ„ come sweet Prince take thou vs to thy charge And we the while will take the charge of thee Thou shalt thine office easily discharge For we will more then most obedient bee Which to his comfort thy dread Sire shall see For when obedience flowes from ardent loue It is perform'd with all alacritee Which
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
states deepe misteries And now directly prosecute the rest Touching the soules yet vntoucht faculties VVee varied where we toucht varieties Of dispositions of the soule and sp'rite In touching which vvee toucht these Policies Wherein the worldlie wise so much delight Because they tend to rule the VVorld aright The pleasures of the Minde as erst vvas said As farre surmount all pleasures corporall As the Minde doth the Bodie which is swai'd But by the Minde with svvaie Monarchicall Yet some base bodies keepe the Minde in thrall VVho doe s'extremely doate on fleshly ioies That they doe wish they had no minde at all That so they might not feele the Mindes annoies For those delights which Flesh and Sprite destroies These Men-beastes are as if they never were They burden but the Earth yet are too light VVho liue to lust yet streight away they weare Like Dew against the sunne in highest height With flesh-consuming fleshly fraile delight These senslesse spunges of Improbity Are full of pleasure but it is vnright For Gods hand squizeth out their iollitie And filâ— their Mindes with reall miserie The Minde her pleasures needs not intermit And then retake them as the senses must But changeth them as shee thinkes requisit Sometimes the iust for pleasures most vniust So changing Loue too oft to lothsome Lust Except the powre from whence the motion springs Be hindred by and so betrai'd in trust Some let in th' Organs vsd in her workings Which VVines excesse and sicknesse often brings But those impediments bee'ng tane away Shee like a River keepes her wonted course In motion still tiâ—l shee bee at a stay By some strong Damme yet doth her selfe enforce Stil gath'ring strength courage from her Sourse To breake away through all Impediments That so shee may imploy her wonted force Vpon the pleasures which her most contents Be they vaine Ioies or divine ravishments It then behoves vs to be wel advis'd What matter we propose vnto our minde Or good or ill or ill with good disguiz'd For if shee should therein a liking finde Shee will thereto be evermore inclin'de Like some pure virgins that nere knew the sport That men doe yeeld them in the kindest kinde Having once tasted it are all amort But when though damn'd they aâ—e at that disport If then we would cheere this ay-moving mind We must haue care that that be perfect good Which shee doth chew how different e're in kynd For corrupt Aliments breede corrupt blood And blood corrupted is Confusions flood But sensuall pleasures cannot please the Sense Without being cloied though they change their mood For SeÌ„se sometimes must hold theÌ„ in suspeÌ„ce To sett an edge the while on her dull'd sence Likewise the pleasures which we doe receave From Natures works haue much more force then those That we from Artificiall things conceaue For lett all Artes vnto our view expose What Arte it selfe in each kinde can disclose They bring satiety soone with the sight But who is cloi'd to see a flowred Close Hills Dales Brooks Meads VVoods Groues all daintie dight Sunne Moone and Starrs al in perfect plight For we being naturall doe best agree With things in nature no lesse naturall Yet to confesse a wel-know'n veritee Our often seeing these faire Creatures all Doth make the pleasure much lesse Cordial Herehence it is that we doe lesse admire The pow'r of that Hand supernaturall Which did this al with al these Faires attire And so not praise him as his workes require Yet if a Child confin'de t' a Dungeon deepe Vntil he had attained Manhoods yeares Should on a SoÌ„mers-day froÌ„ some high steepe Vpon a suddaine see these glorious Fayres His Eyes would ravisht be how ere his Eares For Eares should solac'd be aswell as Eyes With the melodious nimble-winged Quiers Nay I suppose such ioy would him surprise As he were plung'd in ioyes of Paradize But while he 's Dungeon'd let the expert'st Tonge yonge That able were to create Living wordes Paint out the Earth with quicke words great with And though that Fry againe like Spawne affords And ev'ry one had pow'r to pierce like Swords Into the nature of these Rarities To make him compreheÌ„d the highest Lords Inferior'st workes he could not well coÌ„prize The thousaÌ„dth part of grace which in theÌ„ lies As when a Man though with an Angells tongue Whilst we are Dungeon'd in this VVorld of vvo Tels vs of Heau'n and all that doth belonge Vnto the state of those that thitherâ— go With words that from a well of VVisdome flo Yet tells he not the hundred thousandth part Of that rare blisse which none on Earth can kno As good Soules wel perceave wheÌ„ heÌ„ce they part VVhich farr surmouÌ„ts the highest thoughts of Hart. But herein's faulty this Comparison To Mundane things is fixt satiety But those blest Things that are aboue the Sun Are priviledg'd from such deficiency For they are ful of all felicity The more they are beheld the more they may For they content Desires best-sighted Eye And please the more because that still they stay For true ioyes are compleate by their delay Aske that same third Heau'n-rapt Saint what hee saw Or what he heard when he was ravisht so Hee 'l tell you though most learn'd in sacred Law And no lesse learn'd each way he doth not kno The ioye thereof his Sense did so oreflo If then so great a Clark so pure a Saint Being but in the Heau'n two lofts belo Wants words the ioye there of aright to paint Who can the highest Heavens blisse depaint Thus the Affects of ioy and Griefe are giv'n By him that giues all onely to one end To weet his Glorie and desire of Heau'n Ioye to alure and Griefe th' Affects to bend From that which doth to Griefe and Horror tend Now then to runne through other strong Affects And to descend to Love that doth descend Which is a Passion powrefull in effects And chiefely the chief good by kinde respects When Iudgment hath alow'd a thing for good Shee foorth-with tenders it vnto the VVill Which doth embrace the same in ioyful moode Because it doth hir Soules desire fulfill And when that ioy conceav'd doth tarry still It s called Loue which doth the wil incline To simple good or good scarce toucht with ill Thus Loue is bredd or humane or divine Which in the soule like a faire Flame doth shine But Loue that hath respect to any thing Besides the goodnes of the thing belov'd Is rather doating which doth loathing bring WheÌ„ things therby desir'd are wel approv'd If God himselfe bee for his bounty lov'd And onely therefore who doth loue him so Doth loue him for his goodnes by him prov'd Yea for that goodnes which to him doth flo Not for that good which he cannot forego Who loveth vs for his owne goodnesse sake And for no good in vs for we have none We should
loue resembles that of Seraphins VVho burne in loue of the extremest Good And makes Men like the sacred Cherubins Still priviledg'd from outward charge whose moode Is stil t' attend on LOVES Trin-vnion-hood This loue this beauty Loue of vertuous thiâ—gs Whose beauty flowes from divine beauties Flud Doth make Men Gods among the mighti'st Kings And Kings with highest God in high'st dwellings Goodnesse is Beauties Mother and true Loues Beauty and loue are both bred in one VVombe Then loue and beautie stil it much behoues To tend to Goodnesse as vnto the Tombe That must at last for ever them enwombe But there are diverse loues and beauties mo According to the creatures all or some Proceeding from that LOVE and BEAVTY who Sheds both on things aboue and things belo Fowre special beauties Goodnesse hath created The first is that whereby the Minde and sp'rite Hath VVit and Vnderstanding in them seated The second them adornes with Knowledge bright That mounts the Minde to Contemplations height The third in seede preserving mortall things The last in corp'rall things that sense delight Science the Soule to Contemplation brings But her to things materiall Fancie flings Yet did the soule but weigh hovv shee is bound To her Creator for his matchlesse loue Shee would from thence by Reason soone rebound And wholy stil contemplate things aboue For this his loue requitlesse doth approue He gaue her beeing meerely of free grace Before shee VVas or could his mercie moue Then if shee loue him her loue is but base Compar'd with his that made her what shee waâ— VVho giues a Guift much more affection shoes Then the Receaver for it can bewray The giver giues beeing free to giue or choose But the Receaver's bound to loue alway Yet if the giver giues to th' end to pray It s not of Loue but Lucre loth'd of Loue GOD cannot giue so in whom all doth stay But Men giue thanks for Blessings which they proue And God thereby to giue them more doe moue Such loue in giver and receiver both Is meerely merc'nary corrupt and base VVhich hatefull loue the Lord of loue doth loth And from such lovers turnes his loving face As from false Hypocrites abusing grace But true loves scope is in a gracious moode To loue all those that Mercie shoulde embrace Respecting nought but to streame foorth the flud Of goodnesse which it hath for others good For loue is free and freely would be lov'd It s actiue like a Flame in operation Saue that like fire it is not vpwardes mou'd But doth descende by Reasons computation For such descent on Reason hath foundationâ— The Sire doth loue the Sonne more then the Sonne Doth loue the Sire because by generation Part of the Sire into the Sonne doth runne But no part of the Sonne in Sire doth wonne Sith loue in nature stil doth thus descende God loues man more then Man his God can loue For Man proceedes from God who is his ende But God from Man likewise cannot remoue For Man is finite and in God doth moue This made him loue Men when they were his foes And for their loues a world of woe did proue Therefore hee 's Fount of Loue whence all loue floes Which loues for hate and hate doth loue-dispose Now how to loue this VVell of loue the more Loue doth direct by kindling the Desire Truely to know and minde it evermore Both which so sets the soules frame all on fire That it is made one flame of loue intire The more wee know it it the more wee minde The more wee minde it it wee more require The more we seeke the more wee it doe finde And being found it quite doth lose the Minde For then the Mindes no more that which it was For to this loue it 's transubstantiate To weeteâ— as neere as loue can bring to passe It s ev'n the selfe-same thing immaculate And like this LOVE this loue doth contemplate Reiecting all that would inveagle it To loue ought els and stil doth meditate To loue nought els and bends all powres of wit To make it selfe for this Loue onely fit Thus Sinners may turne Seraphins by Loue wounding with Loue-shafts Gods hart pure alone So as the ones hart so the others moue As twixt them aâ— there were no Hart but one This is to lye next the chiefe Corner-stone In the Church-militant Triumphant rather For God and man this Loue doth â—o attone As doth nay more then loue doth Sonne and Father For loue makes both intire still altogether For Loue doth graue though in an Hart of Brasse The forme of the Beloued in the Hart So that a Lovers Hart is like a Glasse Where the Belou'd is seene in ev'râ— part So in Gods Hart w' are graven by Loves Arte And in our harts Loue doth his forme ingrave Thus interchang'd we eithers forme impart To others liking by the Loue we have And make the Hart the Lodge it to receave The ende or scope of loue is to vnite The faster therefore it conglutinates Two harts or of them makes an vnion right So much the more her vertue shee elates And perfectly her kinde effectuates Then Loue in God in whom Love perfect is His vertue so to man participates That they become one through that loue of his For Man partakes his Image and his Blisse But man meere Chaos of extreame Defect Doth loue but loveth onely in desire He longs perhapps to loue with al effect That God and he thereby might be intire Whereto his leaden loue would faine aspire From which desire proceeds a pleasant paine Pleasant in that it setts the soule on fire With loue so good And paine it breeds again For that it hath not what it would haue fain But what is lacking in Mans loue the same God doth supply out of his boundlesse loue And makes MaÌ„s loue therby a working flame Which to presse through al Pressures stil doth prove And towards God her Spheare doth ever move This Flame doth melt the marrow of the Sp'rite Making it liquid sooner to remove In 't Mercies Mould where it s reform'd aright And made intire with LOVE true loues delight For when the lover loues himselfe no more But the Beloved in whom he abides Or if he loue himselfe it is therefore To weet for that he in his loue resides Then Loue is pure at high'st pitch besides But such high Raptures are too rarely found In fraile humanity that on Earth bides Though loue the Soule therfore perhaps may wound Yet stil t' wil be to the owne Body bound How shal I end with everlasting Loue To ease my Reader tir'd with heavy lines Vnto this Labarinth of Loue I prove The Author LOVE no comming out assignes Yet rest I may though it my Muse confines As Zeuxis drue a vaile with curious skill Ore that hee wanted skill t' expresse by Lines So I the like in Loue must now
prevent they seeke aloft to clime VVhich to effect make coÌ„scieÌ„ce of no crime For feare of evill though of ill to come Doth grieue the minde as if it present vvere Cold feare and griefe then Reason so benumme That it feeles nothing but cold griefe and feare This colde made hot by Ire which it doth steere Becomes hell fire which like a quenchlesse flame Consumeth all it toucheth or comes neere And leaues nought els behinde but lasting blame So Feare turn'd Fury Man doth all vnframe For as in nature things that are most cold Made hot are most extreame hot like the Fire So Feare most cold by kind yet if it should Bee chaf'd vncessantly with Hate and Ire T' would be more hot then all fires made intire For Man is more out-ragious wilde and wood In Passions heate then Passion can desire No Beast is halfe so fell in maddest moode As Man when Furie sets on fire his bloud From which fire flie out Sparkles through his eies VVho stare as if they would their holdes inlarge The Cheekes vvith boiling Choler burning rise The mouth doth thundring Canon-like discharge The fire which doth the Stomacke overcharge The teeth doe grating one another grind The fists are fast in motion to giue charge The Limbes doe tremble feete no footing find But stampe or stand vnconstant as the VVinde Which hellish Passion from Offence proceedes But all offence proceedes not to the same Offence the Mother is that Anger breedes But not it selfe in nature nor in name Ne can they bee confounded vvithout blame For thinges offend vs oft which haue no sense With vvhich vve cannot angrie be for shame For that must haue like vs Intelligence VVhich can to Ire provoke our patience For Ire's a vehment motion of the Hart Stirr'd vp by trespasse scorne or such like ill Offred vnto vs wâ—olie or in part Which in the high'st degree offends our will For which we would revenge in hast fulfill For each one rates himselfe by the Assise Of selfe-conceipt by him conceaved still From that great good which he weenes in him lies Which none as he supposeth should despise The more therefore a Man himselfes esteemes The more and sooner he to Ire is mou'd Because that so great worth's despis'd he deemes For which hee rageth as from wit remov'd Then Rage to Rancor easily is shou'd VVhich is an Anger most inveterate By Charitie and Reason most reprou'd And God and good-men mortallie doe hate Therefore to bee eschu'd as reprobate For Rancor is so fell and violent That ioint by ioint the Soule it rudely rends Forgetting Iustice and the Innocent God man sex age good bad or foes or friends For this all these indiff'rently offends Then who consults with such a Councellor That Argumentes with tooth and naile defends Shall bee of all but Fiendes an iniurer For sure the Div'l's in such a Coniurer VVhose furie is inflam'd so with desire To wreake it selfe on that which it enflames That on it selfe it brings confusion dire And oft with suddaine death her subiect shames Heav'n Earth and Hell and all therein shee blames Nay railes against if they wreake not her wronge And for her selfe an Hell on Earth shee frames To wreake it on herselfe if shee be long Barr'd from Revenge for which her Soule doth long VVhich is a motion of the Hart then vvhich None can be more immane or violent VVhich turnes froÌ„ that which doth it roughly tuch And seekes to quell the same incontinent Or on the cause to inflict punishment Here-hence it is some ireâ—ull men are pale Because the bloud returnes from whence it went VVhose harts haught-courage so doth ore exhale That they dare doe what not come Blisse or Bale But commonly the bloud doth not returne As to the Heart it doth in Griefe and Feare But in the face in furie it doth burne And all the Spirits it enflameth there As if no more vvithin the Body vvere The bloud and sp'rits inflam'd the braine ascend VVhich they confusedly distracted stere For how so ere heate may the Heart offend The Minde doth rest if heate it not transcend No otherwise then as a man that drincks More then a man yet if it not ascendes Vnto the braine no man him druncken thinkes Nor is he drunke though drinke his belly rends So though the heart an hell of beate offendes Yet beeing still vvithin the heart confin'd The soule vvithin the braine her worke attendes Without disturbing of the VVit or Minde Who wonted freedome in the braine doe finde But giue Men wit at vvill nay vvisedome too If possibly men furious might be vvise And put exceeding Anger therevnto All 's to no purpose for all in it lies As fat in fier which to nothing fries Moue but their choller once and all 's on â—lame That should them coldly any vvay aduise For when the soule by heate is out of frame Her Iudgement must be blinde and Actions lame So that in true effect the furious Man Is good for nought for nought is all as good But to blaspheme and raue and rayling ban And make good men amazed at his moode God sheild I should be any of this broode Yet must I to my shame for shame confesse Because it s seene what humor haunts my bloud That Anger to my heart hath oft accesse Against my will which faine would it suppresse He is mine arch foe gainst whom still I fight And though I bee to weake and he to strong Yet fight I will and aie in his dispight I will refraine my hands much more my Tonge Both vvhich in wrath are apt to offer wronge Heav'n helpe me to subdue this hellish Ire And all that doth or shall to it belong So with the drops of grace quench out this fire That to my heart it neuer more aspire Yet let me coldly speake in praise of Heate VVhich be'ng temp'rate yeeldes most sweete effects For Choler makes the VVitt and Courage great Yea makes the Hart abound with kinde Affects And abiect humors vtterly reiects In the best Natures commonly it s plac'd By Natures finger for these kinde respects And if with fury it be not disgrac'd It should by al meanes by all be embrac'd How like to liuelesse Logges some Dastards are Whose witt Courage are quite drown'd in Fleame VVho though wrongs prick their Harts yet stil they fare As they vvere either dead or in a dreame Nothing shal moue them be it nere s'extreame Heare they their freÌ„ds deprau'd though nere so dear Nay heare they Fiends the Highests name blaspheÌ„e They dare not speake a vvord for them for feare VVhat vse of such that such base-mindes doe beare For as a little fire vvhen we are cold Doth vs but little good and be'ng too great Doth warme vs otherwise then fier should But being moderate it so doth heat As neither letts vs coole nor makes vs sweat So
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