take or leave which way to goe Experiments to shun or to apply Either for health or peace or what to fly And Sympathies which keep the world unite Aversions otherwise would ruine quite This Will and Testament she left behind And as her Deed of Gift left to Mankinde Mourning she gave to all her friends to weare And did appoint that foure her Hearse should beare Love at the head did hold the Winding-sheet On each side Care and Feare Sorrow the feet This sheet at every corner fast was ty'd Made of Oblivion strong and very wide Naturall affections in mourning clad Went next the Hearse with griefe distracted mad Did tear their hair scracht face and hands did wring And from their eyes fountaines of tears did spring For Truth said they did alwayes with us live But now she 's dead no Truth that we can give After came Kings which all good Lawes did make And power us'd for Truth and Vertues sake Next them came Honour in Garments black and long With blubber'd face and her head down hung Who wisht to dye for life was now a paine Since Truth was dead honour no more could gaine Next these Lovers with faces pale as Death With shame-fast eyes quick Pulse and shortned breath And in each hand a bleeding heart did bring Which hearts within the grave of truth did fling And ever since Lovers inconstant prove They more profession give then reall love Next them came Counsellours of all degrees From Courts and Countries and chiefe Cities Their wise heads were a guard and a strong wall So long as Truth did live amongst them all All sorts of Trades-men using not to swear So long as Truth not Oaths sold 〈◊〉 their ware Physitians came who try new wayes for skil And for Experience sake doe many kil But doe use Simples good which Nature sent To strengthen man and sicknesse to prevent Some Judges were no wrangling Lawyers base For Truth alive did plead decide each case Widowes that to their Husbands kind had swore That when they dyed would never marry more At last the Clergy came who taught Truths way And how men in devotion ought to pray By Morall Lawes the lives of men direct Perswade to peace and Governours respect They wept for grief as Prophets did fore-tell That all the world with fals-hood would rebell Faction will come say they and beare great sway And bribes the Innocent shall all betray Controversies within the Church shall rise And Heresies shall beare away the prize Instead of Peace the Priests shall discords preach And high Rebellion in their doctrines teach Then shall men learn the Laws for to explain Which learning only serves for Lawyers gain For they doe make and spread them in a Net To catch in Clients and their money get The Laws which Wise-men made to keep the peace Serve only now for quarrels to increase All those that sit in Honours stately throne Are counterfeits not any perfect known They put on vizards of an honest face But all their Acts unworthy are and base Friendship in words and complements will live Not one nights lodging in the heart shall give Lovers shall dye for Lust yet love not one And Vertue unregarded sit alone Now Truth is dead no goodnesse here shal dwell But with disorder make each place a Hell With that they all shriekt out lament and cry To Nature for to end their misery And now this Iron Age's so rusty grown That all the Hearts are turn'd to hard flint-stone FINIS THE ANIMALL PARLIAMENT THe Soul called a Parliament in his Animal Kingdom which Parliament consisteth of three parts the Soul the Body and the Thoughts which are Will Imaginations and Passions The Soul is the King the Nobility are the Spirits the Commonalty are the Humours and Appetites The Head is the upper House of Parliament where at the upper end of the said House sits the Soul King in a Kernel of the Braine like to a Chaire of State by himselfe alone and his Nobility round about him The two Arch-Bishops Admiration and Adoration the rest are Apprehension Resentment and Astonishment The Judges are the Five Senses and the Wooll-sacks they sit on are Sight Sound Sent Tast Touch. The Master of the Black Rod is Ignorance understanding the Lord Keeper is alwayes Speaker The Clerke that writes downe all is Memory The lower House of Parliament is the Heart the Knights and Burgesses are Passions and Affections The Speaker is Love The Clerke that writes downe all is Fear The Serjeant is Dislike The severall Writs that are sent out by this Parliament are sent out by the Nerves into every part of this Animall Kingdom and the Muscles execute the power and Authority of those Writs upon the Members of the Common-wealth The lower House presents their Grievances or their desires to the upper House the Braine by the Arteries When they were all set in order and a dead silence through all the House the King made a Speech to the Assembly after this manner following The Kings Speech THe reason why I called this Parliament is not only to rectifie the riotous disorders made by Vanity and to repeale the Lawes of erroneous opinions made in the minde and to cut off the entayles of evil Consciences but to raise Foure Subsidies of Justice Prudence Fortitude and Temperance whereby I may be able to defend you from the allurements of the World as Riehes Honour and Beauty and to beat out incroaching falshoods which make inrodes and doe carry away the innocency of Truth and to quench the rebellion of superfluous words but also to make and enact strict Lawes to a good Life in which I make no question but every one which are in my Parliament will be willing to consent and be industrious thereunto the rest I leave to my Keeper understanding to informe you further of After the King had thus spoken the Keeper made another Speech as followeth The Lord Keepers Speech who is Speaker My Noble Lords YOu may know by the calling of this Parliament not only the wisdome of our gracious King in desiring your aide and assistance in the beginning of danger before the fire growes too violent for your help to quench out but his love and tender regard of your safety Besides he hath shewed the unwillingnesse he hath to oppresse and burthen his good Subjects with heavie Taxes before palpable necessity requires them for he hath not called you upon suppositions and feares but upon visible truths neither was it Imprudence in staying so long for it is as imprudent to disturbe a peaceable Common-wealth with doubts of what may come as to be so negligent to let a threatning ruine run without opposition Thus is our gracious Soveraigne wise in chusing his time valiant in not fearing his enemies carefull in calling the help and advice of his Parliament and most bountifull in that he requires not these Subsidies to spend in his particular delights but for the good and benefit of the
in every Figure That every severall sort do flock together As Aire Water Earth and Fine Which make each Element to be entire Not but loose 〈◊〉 like Sheep stray about And in t o severall places go in andout And some as Sheep and Kine do mixe together Which when they mixe t is severall change of weather But Motion as their 〈◊〉 drives them so As not to let them out of order go What Atomes make Vegetables Minerals and Animals THE Eranched Atomes Formes each 〈◊〉 thing The hooked points pull out and m akes them spring The Atomes Round give Juice the Sharpe give heate And those grow Hearbs and Fruits and Flowers sweet Those that are Square and Flat not rough withall Make those which Stone and Minerals we call But in all Stones and Minerals no doubt Sharpe points do lye which Fire makes strike out Thus Vegetables Minerals do grow According as the severall Atomes go In Animals all Figures do agree But in Mankinde the best of Atomes bee And thus in Nature the whole World may be For all we know unto Eternitie What Atomes make Heate and Cold. SSuch kinde of Atomes which make Heat make Cold Like Pincers sharpe which nip and do take hold But Atomes that are pointed sharpe peirce through And Atomes which are sharpe but Hookt pull to Yet all must into pointed Figures turne For Atomes blunt will never freeze nor burne Cause 〈◊〉 Figures do to a soft Forme bend And Soft do unto 〈◊〉 or Liquid tend What Atomes make Fire to burne and what Flame WHat makes a Sparks of Fire to burne more quick Then a great Flame because 't is small to stick For Fire of it selfe it is so dry Falls into parts as crowds of Atomes lye The Sharpest Atomes keepe the Body hot To give out Heat some Atomes forth are shot Sometimes for anger the Sparkes do flye about Or want of roome the weakest are thrust out They are so sharpe that whatsoere they meet If not orepowr'd by other Atomes eate As Ants which small will eate up a dead Horse So Atomes sharpe on Bodies of lesse force Thus Atomes sharpe yet sharper by degrees As Stings in Flies are not so sharpe as Bees And when they meet a Body solid stat The weakest Flye the Sharpest worke on that Those that are not so sharpe do flye about To seeke some lighter matter to eate out So lighter Atomes do turne Aire to Flame Because more Thin and 〈◊〉 is the same Thus Flame is not so hot as Burning Coale The Atomes are too weake to take fast hold The sharpest into firmest Bodies flye But if their strength be small they quickly dye Or if their Number be not great but small The 〈◊〉 Atomes beate and quench out all What Atomes make the Sun and the Sea go round ALL pointed Atomes they to Fire turne Which by their drinesse they so light become Above the rest do flye and make a Sun Which by consent of parts a Wheele of Fire growes Which being Sphaericall in a round motion goes And as it turnes round Atomes turne about Which Atomes round are Water without doubt This makes the Sea go round like Water-Mill For as the Sun turnes round so doth the water still What Atomes make Life ALL pointed Atomes to Life do tend Whether pointed all or at one end Or whether Round are set like to a Ring Or whether Long are roul'd as on a String Those which are pointed streight quick Motion give But those that bowe and bend more dull do live For Life lives dull or merrilie According as Sharpe Atomes be The Cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes make Death LIfe is a Fire and burnes full hot But when Round watry Atomes power have got Then do they quench Lifes Atomes out Blunting their Points and kill their courage stout Thus they sometimes do quite thrust out each other When equall mix'd live quietly together The cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes cause Sicknesse WHen sicke the Body is and well by fits Atomes are fighting but none 〈◊〉 better gets If they agree then Health returnes againe And so shall live as long as Peace remaine What Atomes make a Dropsie WHen Atomes round do meet joyne in one Ball Then they swell high and grow Hydropicall Thus joyning they ' come strong so powerfull grow All other Atomes they do overflow What Atomes make a Consumption THE Atomes sharpe when they together meet They grow so hot all other Atomes beate And being hot becomes so very dry They drinke Lifes moisture up make motion dye What Atomes make the wind Collick LOng aiery Atomes when they are combin'd Do spread themselves abroad and so make Wind Making a Length and Breadth extend so far That all the rest can neither go nor stir And being forc'd not in right places lye Thus press'd too hard Man in great paine doth lye What Atomes make a Palsey or Apoplexy DUll Atomes flat when they together joyne And with each other in a heape combine This Body thicke doth stop all passage so Keeps Motion out so num'd the Body grow Atomes that are sharpe in which Heate doth live Being smothered close no heate can give But if those Atomes flat meet in the Braine They choake the Spirits can no hea te obtaine In all other Diseases they are mixed taking parts and factions BUT in all other Diseases they are mix'd And not in one consisting Body fix'd But do in factions part then up do rise Striving to beate each other out Man dies All things are govern'd by Atomes THus Life and Death and young and old Are as the severall Atomes hold So Wit and Vnderstanding in the Braine Are as the severall Atomes reigne And Dispositions good or ill Are as the severall Atomes still And every Passion which doth rise Is as the severall Atomes lies Thus Sicknesse Health and Peace and War Are alwaies as the severall Atomes are A warr with Atomes SOme factious Atomes will agree combine They strive some form'd Body to unjoyne The Round beate out the Sharpe the Long The Flat do fight withall thus all go wrong Those which make Motion Generall in their war By his direction they much stronger are Atomes and Motion fall out WHen Motion and all Atomes disagree Thunder in Skies and sicknesse in Men bee Earthquakes and Windes which make disorder great T is when that Motion all the Atomes beate In this confusion a horrid noise they make For Motion will not let them their right places take Like frighted Flocks of Sheepe together run Thus Motion like a Wolfe doth worry them The agreement of some kinde of Motion with some kinde of Atomes SOme Motion with some Atomes well agree Fits them to places right as just may bee By Motions helpe they so strong joyne each to That hardly Motion shall againe undo Motions inconstancy oft gives such power To Atomes as they can Motion devoure
Matter IF all the World were a confused heape What was beyond for this World is not great We finde it Limit hath and Bound And like a Ball in compasse is made round And if that Matter with which the World 's made Be Infinite then more Worlds may be said Then Infinites of Worlds may we agree As well as Infinites of Matters bee A World made by foure Atomes SHarpe Atomes Fire subtle quicke and dry The Long like Shafts still into Aìre fly The Round to Water moist a hollow Forme The Figure square to heavy dull Earth turne The Atomes sharpe hard Mineralls do make The Atomes round soft Vegetables take In Animals none singly lye alone But the foure Atomes meet and joyne as one And thus foure Atomes the Substance is of all With their foure Figures make a worldly Ball. Thus the Fancy of my Atomes is that the foure Principall Figures as Sharpe Long Round Square make the foure Elements not that they are of severall matters but are all of * one matter onely their severall Figures do give them severall Proprieties so likewise do the mixt Figures give them mixt Proprieties their several composures do give them other Proprieties according to their Formes they put themselves into by their severall Motions This I do repeate that the ground of my Opinion may be understood Of Elements SOme hold foure perfect Elements there bee Which do surmount each other by degree And some Opinions thinke that One is all The rest from that and to that One shall fall This single Element it selfe to turne To severall qualities as Fire to burne So water moist that heate to quench and then To subtle Aire and so to Earth agen Like 〈◊〉 water which turnes with the Cold To Flakes of Snow or in firme Ice to hold But that Heate doth melt that Icy Chaine Then into water doth it turne againe So from the Earth a Vapour thicke ascends That Vapour thicke it selfe to thin Aire spends Or else it will condense it selfe to Raine And by its weight will fall to Earth againe And what is very thin so subtle growes As it turnes Fire and so a bright flame shewes And what is dull or heavy flow to move Of a cold quality it oft doth prove Thus by contracting and dilating parts Is all the skill of Natures working Arts. Fire compared to Stings NOthing is so like Fire as a Flies Sting If we compare th' effect which both do bring For when they sting the flesh they no blood draw But blisters raise the Skin made red the Flesh raw Were there as many Stings as Fiery Atomes small Would peirce into the Flesh Bones turne to Ashes all Thus we finde Flies do carry every where Fire in their Tailes their Breech they do not feare Comparing Flame to the Tide of the Sea LIke 〈◊〉 ' Iides a Flame will ebb and flow By sinking downe and then strait higher grow And if supprest all in a rage breakeout Streaming it selfe in severall parts about Some thinke the Salt doth make the Sea to move If so then Salt in Flame the like may prove From that Example Salt all Motions makes Then Life the chiefe of Motion from Salt takes What is Liquid WEE cannot call all Liquid which doth flow For then a Flame may turne to water so But that is Liquid which is moist and wet Fire that Propriety can never get Then 't is not Cold that puts the Fire out But 't is the Wet that makes it dye no doubt Fire and moisture IF Hay be not quite dry but stackt up wet In time that Moisture will a Fire beget This proves that Fire may from Moisture grow We proofe have none Moisture from Fire flow This shewes that Fire in its selfe is free No other Element in it can bee For Fire is pure still and keeps the same Where oyly Moisture's not no Fire can flame Aire begot of Heate and Moisture HEate and Moisture joyn'd with equall merit Get a Body thin ' of Aire or Spirit Which is a Sinoake or Steame begot from both If Mother Moisture rule 't is full of sloth If the Father Fire predominates Then it is active quicke and Elevates This Aiery Childe is sometimes good or bad According to the nourishment it had The Temper of the Earth THE Earth we finde is very cold and dry And must therefore have Fire and water night To wash and bath then dry her selfe without Else she would uselesse be without all doubt Winds are made in the Aire not in the Earth HOW can we thinke Winds come from Earth below When they from Skye do downe upon us blow If they proceeded from the Earth must run Strait up and upon Earth againe backe come They cannot freely blow least Earth were made Like to a Bowling-Greene so levell laid But there are Rocks and Hills and Mountaines great Which stop their waies and make them soone retreat Then sure it is the Sun drawes Vapour out And 〈◊〉 it thin then blow'th 't about If Heat condens'd that turnes it into Raine And by its weight falls to the Earth againe Thus Moisture and the Sun do cause the Winds And not the Cradities in hollow Mines Thunder is a Wind in the middle Region WHO knowes but Thunders are great Winds which lye Within the middle vault above the Skye Which Winde the Sun on Moisture cold begot When he is in his Region Cancer hot This * Childe is thin and subtle made by hear It gets a voice and makes a noise that 's great It 's Thinnesse makes it agile agile strong Which by its force doth drive the Clouds along And when the Clouds do meet they each do strike Flashing out Fire as do Flints the like Thus in the Summer Thunder 's caus'd by Wind Vapour drawne so high no way out can find But in the Winter when the Clouds are loose Then doth the Wind on Earth keep Rendezvous Of cold VVinds. AS rarified water makes Winds blow So rarified Winds do colder grow For if they thin are rarified then they Do further blow aud spread out every way So cold they are and sharpe as Needle points For by the thinnesse breaks and disunites Into such Atomes fall Sharpe Figures bee Which Porous Bodies peirce if we could see Yet some will thinke if Aire were parted so The Winds could not have such strong force to blow T is true if Atomes all were 〈◊〉 and Flat Or Round like Rings they could not peirce but pat But by themselves they do so sharpe become That through all Porous Bodies they do run But when the Winds are soft they intermixe As water doth and in one Body fixe More like they wave then blow as Fanns are spread Which Ladies use to coole their Cheeks when red As water Drops feele harder when they 〈◊〉 Then when they 're 〈◊〉 and on us light Unlesse such streames upon our heads downe runne As we a Shelter seeke the Wet to shun But when a Drop congealed is with
please so well the Sense That Reasons old are though to be Non-sense But all Opinions are by Fancy fed And Truth under Opinions lieth dead The Objects of every Sense are according to their Motions in the Braine WEE mad should thinke those Men if they should tell That they did see a Sound or tast a Smell Yet Reason proves a Man doth not erre much When that we say his senses all are Touch. If Actions in a Table be lively told The Braine strait thinks the Eye the same behold The Stomacke Hungry the Nose good Meat doth smell The Braine doth thinke that Smell the Tongue tasts well If we a Theese do see and him do feare We strait do thinke that breaking Doors we heare Imaginations just like Motions make That every Sense doth strike with the mistake According as the Notes in Musicke agree with the Motions of the Heart or Braine Such Passions are produced thereby IN Musicke if the Eighths tun'd Equall are If one be strucke the other seemes to jarre So the Heart-strings if equally be stretch'd To those of Musick Love from thence is fetch'd For when one 's strucke the other moves just so And with Delight as evenly doth go The Motion of Thoughts Musing alone mine Eyes being fixt Upon the Cround my Sight with Gravell mixt My Feet did walke without Directions Guide My Thoughts did travell farre and wander wide At last they chanc'd up to a Hill to climbe And being there saw things that were Divine First what they saw a glorious Light to blaze Whose Splendor made it painfull for the Gaze No Separations nor Shadowes by stops made No Darknesse to obstruct this Light with Shade This Light had no Dimension nor Extent But fil'd all places full without Circumvent Alwaies in Motion yet fixt did prove Like to the Twinkling Stars which never move This Motion working running severall waies Did seeme a Contradiction for to raise As to it selfe with it selfe disagree Is like a Skeine of Thread if 't knotted bee For some did go strait in an even Line But some againe did crosse and some did twine Yet at the last all severall Motions run Into the first Prime Motion which begun In various Formes and Shapes did Life run through Life from Eternity but Shapes still new No sooner made but quickly pass'd away Yet while they were desirous were to stay But Motion to one 〈◊〉 can nere constant be For Life which Motion is joyes in varietie For the first Motion every thing can make But cannot add unto it selfe nor take Indeed no other Matter could it frame It selfe was all and in it selfe the same Perceiving now this fixed point of Light To be a Vnion Knowledge Power and Might Wisdome Justice Truth Providence all one No Attribute is with it selfe alone Not like to severall Lines drawne to one Point For what doth meet may separate 〈◊〉 But this a Point from whence all Lines do flow Nought can diminish it or make it grow T is its owne Center and Circumference ro und Yet neither has a Limit or a Bound A fixt Eternity and so will last All present is nothing to come or past A fixt Persection nothing can add more All things is It and It selfe doth adore My Thoughts then wondring at what they did see Found at the last themselves the same to bee Yet was so small a Branch perceive could not From whence they Sprung or which waies were begot Some say all that we know of Heaven above Is that we joye and that we love Who can tell that for all we know Those Passions we call Joy and Love below May by Excesse such other Passions grow None in the World is capable to know Just like our Bodies though that they shall rise And as S t. Paul faies see God with our Eyes Yet may we in the Change such difference find Both in our Bodies and also in our Mind As if that we were never of Mankind And that these Eyes we see with now were blind Say we can measure all the Planets high And number all the Stars be in the Skie And Circle could we all the World about And all th' Effects of Nature could finde out Yet cannot all tho Wise and Learned tell What 's done in Heaven or how we there shall dwell The Reason why the Thoughts are onely in the Head THE Sinewes are small slender Strings Which to the Body Senses brings Yet like to Pipes or Gutters hollow be Where Animall Spirits run continually Though they are small such Matter do containe As in the Skull doth lye which we call Braine That makes if any one doth strike the Heele The Thought of that Sense in the Braine doth feele Yet t is not Sympathy but t is the same Which makes us thinke and feele the paine For had the Heele such quantity of Braine Which doth the Head and Skull therein containe Then would such Thoughts wich in the Braine dwell high Descend downe low and in the Heele would lye In Sinewes small Braine scatter'dlyes about It wants both roome and quantity no doubt For if a Sinew could so much Eraine hold Or had a Skin so large for to infold As in the Skull then might the Toe or Knee Had they an Opticke Nerve both heare and see Had Sinewes roome Fancy therein to breed Copies of Verses might from the Hee le proceed The Motion of the Blood Some by Industry of Learning found That all the Blood like to the Sea runs round From two great Arteries the Blood it runs Through all the Veines to the same backe comes The Muscles like the Tides do ebb and flow According as the severall Spirits go The Sinewes as finall Pipes come from the Head And all about the Body they are spread Through which the Animall Spirits are conveyed To every Member as the Pipes are laid And from those Sinewes Pipes each Sense doth take Of those Pure Spirits as they us do make T Is thought an 〈◊〉 Matter comes from the Sun In streaming Beames which Earth doth feed upon And that the Earth by those Beames backe doth send A Nourishment to the Sun her good Friend So every Beame the Sun doth make a Chaine To send to Earth and to draw backe againe But every Beame is like a blazing Ship The Sun doth trafficke to the Earth in it Each Ship is fraught with heat through Aire it swims As to the Earth warme Nourishment it brings And Vapour moist Earth for that warmth returnes And sends it in those Ships backe to the Sun Great danger is if Ships be over-fraught For many times they sincke with their owne weight And those gilt Ships such Fate they often find They sincke with too much weight or split with Wind. It is hard to beleive that there are other VVorlds in this VVorld NOthing so hard in Nature as Faith is For to beleive Impossibilities As doth impossible to us appeare Not 'cause 't is not but to our Sense
not 〈◊〉 But that we cannot in our Reason finde As being against Natures Course and Kinde For many things our Senses dull may scape For Sense is grosse not every thing can Shape So in this World another World may bee That we do neither touch tast smell heare see What Eye so cleere is yet did ever see Those little Hookes that in the Load-stone bee Which draw hard Iron or give Reasons why The Needles point still in the North will lye As for Example Atomes in the Aire We nere perceive although the Light be faire And whatsoever can a Body claime Though nere so small Life may be in the same And what has Life may Vnderstanding have Yet be to us as buried in the Grave Then probably may Men and 〈◊〉 small Live in the World which wee know not at all May build them Houses severall things may make Have Orchards Gardens where they pleasure take And Birds which sing and Cattell in the Feild May plow and sow and there small Corne may yeild And Common-wealths may have and Kings to 〈◊〉 Wars Battells have and one another slaine And all without our hearing or our sight Nor yet in any of our Senses light And other Stars and Moones and Suns may be Which our dull Eyes shall never come to see But we are apt to laugh at Tales so told Thus Senses grosse do back our Reason hold Things against Nature we do thinke are true That Spirits change and can take Bodies new That Life may be yet in no Body live For which no Sense 〈◊〉 Reason we can give As Incorporeall Spirits this Fancy faines Yet Fancy cannot be without some Braines If Fancy without Substance cannot bee Then Soules are more then Reason well can see Of many VVorlds in this VVorld JUST like unto a 〈◊〉 of Boxes round Degrees of sizes within each Boxe are found So in this World may many Worlds more be Thinner and lesse and lesse still by degree Although they are not subject to our Sense A World may be no bigger then two-pence Nature is curious and such works may make That our dull Sense can never finde but seape For Creatures small as Atomes may be there If every Atome a Creatures Figure beare If foure Atomes a World can make then see What severall Worlds might in an Eare-ring bee For Millions of these Atomes may bee in The Head of one small little single Pin. And if thus small then Ladies well may weare A World of Worlds as Pendents in each Eare. A VVorld in an Eare-Ring AN Eare-ring round may well a Zodiacke bee Where in a Sun goeth round and we not see And Planets seven about that Stin may move And Hee stand still as some wise men would prove And sixed Stars like twinkling Diamonds plac'd About this Eare-ring which a World is vast That same which doth the Eare-ring hold the hole Is that which we do call the Pole There nipping Frosts may be and VVinter cold Yet never on the Ladies Eare take hold And Lightnings Thunder and great VVinds may blow Within this Eare-ring yet the Eare not know There Seas may ebb and 〈◊〉 where Fishes swim And Islands be where Spices grow therein There Christall Rocks hang dangling at each Eare And Golden Mines as Jewels may they weare There Earth-quakes be which Mountaines vast downe sling And yet nere stir the Ladies Eare nor Ring There Meadowes bee and 〈◊〉 fresh and greene And Cattell feed and yet be never seene And Gardens fresh and Birds which sweetly sing Although we heare them not in an Eare-ring There Night and Day and Heat and Cold and so May Life and Death and Toung and Old still grow Thus Touth may spring and severall Ages dye Great Plagues may be and no Infections nigh There Cityes bee and stately Houses built Their inside gaye and finely may be gilt There Churches bee and Priests to teach therein And Steeple too yet heare the Bells not ring From thence may Pious Teares to Heaven run And yet the Eare not know which way they 're gone There Markets bee and things both bought and sold Know not the price nor how the Markets hold There 〈◊〉 do ruie and Kings do Reigne And Battels fought where many may be slaine And all within the Compasse of this Ring And yet not tidings to the Wearer bring Within the Ring wise Counsellors may sit And yet the Eare not one wise word may get There may be dancing all Night at a Ball And yet the Eare be not disturb'd at all There Rivals Duels sight where some are slaine There Lovers mourne yet heare them not complaine And Death may dig a Lovers Grave thus were A Lover dead in a faire Ladies Eare. But when the Ring is broke the World is done Then Lovers they in to 〈◊〉 run Severall VVorlds in severall Circles THere may be many Worlds like Circles round In after Ages more Worlds may be found If we into each Circle can but slip By Art of Navigatiou in a Ship This World compar'd to some may be but small No doubt but Nature made degrees of all If so then Drake had never gone so quick About the Largest Circle in one Ship For some may be so big as none can swim Had they the life of old 〈◊〉 Or had they lives to number with each day They would want time to compasse halfe the way But if that Drake had liv'd in Venus Star His Journey shorter might have been by farre THE CLASPE WHEN I did write this Booke I took great paines For I did walke and thinke and breake my Braines My 〈◊〉 run out of Breath then downe would lye And panting with short wind like those that dye When Time had given Ease and lent them strength Then up would get and run another length Sometimes I kept my Thoughts with a strict dyet And made them 〈◊〉 with Fase and Rest and Quiet That they might run agen with swifter speed And by this course now Fancies they could breed But I doe feare they 're not so Good to please But now they 're out 〈◊〉 Braine is more at case The Circle of the Brain cannot be Squar'd A Circle Round divìded in foure Parts Hath been a Study amongst Men of Arts Ere since 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 time Hath every Brain been stretch'd upon a Line And every Thought hath been a Figure set Doubts Cyphers are Hopes as Triangulars meet There is Division and 〈◊〉 made And Lines drawne out and Points exactly layd But yet None can demonstrate it plaine Of Circles round a just 〈◊〉 square remaine Thus while the Braine is round no Squares will be While Thoughts are in Divisions no Figures will agree Another to the same Purpose AND thus upon the same account Doubling the Cube must mount And the Triangular must be cut so small Till into Equall Atomes it must fall For such is Mans Curiosity and mind To seek for that which hardest is to find The Squaring of the Circle WIthin the Head of Man 's a
Senses all do take delight Yet you upon my Entrals alwaies bite My flesh cate up that all my bones are bare With the sharpe Teeth of Sorrow Griefe and Care Drawes out my Blood from Veines with envious spight Decaies my Strength with shame or extreame fright With Love extreamly sicke I lye With cruell hate you make me dye Mind Care keeps you from all hurt or falling low Sorrow and Griefe are Debts to Friends we owe. Feare makes man just to give each one his owne Shame makes Civility without there 's none Hate makes good Lawes that all may live in Peace Love brings Society and gets Increase Besides with Joy I make the Eyes looke gay With pleasing Smiles they dart forth every way With Mirth the Cheeks are fat smooth Rosie-red Your Speech flowes Wit when Fancies fill the Head If I were gone you 'ld misse my Company Wish we were joyn'd againe or you might dye A Complaint of VVater Earth and Aire against the Sun by way of Dialogue Moisture to Earth THere 's none hath such an Enemy as I The Sun doth drinke me up when he 's a dry He sucks me out of every hole I lye Drawes me up high from whence I downe do fall In Showers of Raine am broke in peeces small Where I am forc'd to Earth for helpe to call Strait Earth her Porous doors sets open wide And takes me in with hast on every side Then joynes my Limbs fast in a slowing Tide Earth to Moisture Alas Deare Friend the Sun my greatest Fee My tender Buds he blast as they do grow He burnes my Face and makes it 〈◊〉 and dry He sucks my Breast which starves my Young thereby Thus I and all my Young for thirst were slaine But that with Wet you fill my 〈◊〉 againe Aire to Earth and Moisture The Sun doth use me ill as all the rest For his hot Soultry heats do me molest Melts me into a thin and slowing Flame To make him light when men it Day do name Corrupts me makes me full of 〈◊〉 soares Which Putresaction on mens Bodies poures Or else the subtle Flame into mens Spirits run Which makes them raging or starke mad become Drawes me into a length and breadth till I Become so thin with windy wings do flye Never can leave till all my Spirits spent And then I dye and leave no Monument The Sun to 〈◊〉 O most unkind and most ungratefull Earth I am thy Mid-wife brings your Young to Birth I with my heat do cause your Young to grow And with my light I teach them how to go My Sun-Bcames are Strings whereon to hold For feare they fall and breake their Limbs on Cold. All to Maturity I do bring and give Youth Beauty Strength and make Old Age to live The Sun to 〈◊〉 ' ater Sluggish Moisture I active and light make All grosse and corrupt I Humours away take All Superfluity I dry up cleane That nothing but pure Christall water 's seen The hard-bound Cold I loosen and unty When you in Icy Chaines a Prisoner lye With 〈◊〉 your Limbs are nipt and bit with Cold Your smooth and glassie Face makes wrinkled Old I make you nimble soft and faire And Liquid Nourishing and Debonaire The Sun to Aire Aire I purge and make it cleere and bright Black Clouds dissolve which make the Day seem Night The crude raw Vapours I digest and straine The thicker part all into Showers of Raine The thinnest part I turne all into Winds Which like a Broome sweeps out all Dirt it findes The cleerest part turne into Azure Skie Hang'd all with Stars and next the Gods you lye A Dialogue between Earth and Cold. Earth O Cruell Cold to life an Enemy A Misery to Man and Posterity Most envious Cold to Stupifie Mens Braine Destroies that Monarchy where Wit should reigne Tyrant thou art to bind the Waters clear In Chaines of Ice lye fetter'd halfe the yeare Imprisons every thing that dwels in me Shutting my Porous doors no Light can see And smothered am almost up to death Each hole is stopt so close can take no breath Congeales the Aire to massie Clouds of Snow Like Mountaines great they on my Body throw And all my Plants and strong great fruit 〈◊〉 Trees You nip to death or cloath them in course Freeze My fresh green Robes which 〈◊〉 me fine and gay You strip me of or change to black or gray For feare of Cold my Moisture shrinks so low My Head weares bald no 〈◊〉 thereon will grow And breakes the Suns bright 〈◊〉 their heat destroy Which takes away my comfort and my joy And makes my Body stiff so deadly numb'd That in my Veines nothing will fluent run Cold. Why do you thus complaine poore Earth and grieve I give you strength and make you long to live I do refresh you from the Scorching Sun I give you breath which makes you strong become I cloath you from the Cold with Milke-white Snow Send downe your Sap to nourish you below For if that heat should dwell and long time stay His Thirst would drinke your Moisture all away I take nought from you nor do make you poore But like a Husband good do keepe your Store My Ice are Locks and Barrs all safe to keepe From Busie Motion gives you quiet sleepe For heat is active and doth you molest Doth make you worke and never let you rest Heat spends your Spirits makes you crackt and dry Drinkes all him selfe with Thirst you almost dye With Sweating Labour you grow weake and faint I wonder why you make such great complaint Earth Both Heat and Cold in each extreame Degree Two Hells they are though contrary they be Two Devils are torment me with great paines One shoots hot Arrowes th' other ties in Chaines A Dialogue betwixt Earth and Darknesse Earth OHorrid Darknesse and you powers of Night Melancholy Shades made by obstructed Lights Why so Cruell what Evil have I done To part me from my Husband the bright Sun Darknesse I do not part you he me hither sends Whilst Hee rides about to visit all his Friends Besides 〈◊〉 hath more Wives to love then you He never constant is to one nor true Earth You do him wrong for though he Journies make For Exercise he care for me doth take He leaves his Stars and 's Sister in his place To comfort me whilst 〈◊〉 doth run his Race But you do come most wicked 〈◊〉 Night And rob me of that faire and Silver Light Darknesse The Moon and Stars they are but shadowes thin Small Cob-web Lawne they from his Light do spin Which they in scorned do make you to disgrace As a thin Vaile to cover your Ill Face For Moon or Stars have no strong Lights to shew A Colour true nor how you bud or grow Onely some Ghosts do rise and take delight To walke about when that the Moon shines bright Earth Your are deceiv'd they cast no such Disguise Strive me to please by twinkling in the Skies And
another kisses All sorts of Lovers and their Passions Severall waies of Conrt 〈◊〉 and fine Fashions Some take strong Townes and Buttels win Few do loose but all must yeild to him Some are Heroick Generous and Free And some so base do crouch with Flattery Some dying are and in the Grave halfe lye And some Repenting which for sorrow cry The Mind oppres'd with Griefe Thoughts Mourners bee All cloath'd in Black no light of Joy can see Some with Despaire do rage are almost mad And some so merry nothing makes thein sad And many more which were too long to tell Thoughts severall bee in severall places dwell At last came two which were in various dresse One Melancholy th' other did Mirth expresse Melancholy was all in black Array And Mirth was all in Colours fresh and gay 〈◊〉 Mirth laughing came running unto me flung Her fat white Armes about my Neck she hung Imbrac'd and kis'd me oft and strok't my Cheek Telling me shee would no other Lover seek I le sing you Songs and please you every day Invent new Sports to passe the time away I le keep your Heart and guard it from that Theefe Dull Melancholy Care or sadder Griese And make your Eyes with Mirth to over-flow With springing blood your Cheekes they fat shall grow Your Legs shall nimble be your Body light And all your Spirits like to Birds in flight Mirth shall digest your Meat and make you strong Shall give you Health and your short daies prolong Refuse me not but take me to your Wife For I shall make you happy all your Life If you take Melancholy shee 'l make you leane Your Cheekes shall hollow grow your Jawes all seen Your Eyes shall buried be within your Head And look as Pale as if you were quite dead Shee 'l make you start at every noise you heare And Visions strange shall in your Eyes appeare Your Stomack cold and raw digesting nought Your Liver dry your Heart with sorrow fraught Your shriveled Skin and Cloudy Browes blood thick Your long lank sides and back to Belly stick Thus would it be if you to her were wed But better far it were that you were dead Her Voice is low and gives a hollow sound Shee hates the Light in darknesse onely found Or set with blinking 〈◊〉 or Tapers small Which various Shadowes make against a Wall She loves nought else but Noise which discords make As croaking Frogs which do dwell in the Lake The Ravens hoarse and so the Mandrakes groane And shreeking Owles which in Night flye alone The Tolling Bell which for the dead rings out A Mill where rushing waters run about The roaring windes which shake the Cedars tall Plow up the Seas and beat the Rocks withall Shee loves to walk in the still Moon shine Night Where in a thick dark Grove she takes delight In hollow Caves Houses thatcht or lowly Cell Shee loves to live and there alone to dwell Her Eares are stopt with Thoughts her Eyes purblind For all shee heares or sees is in the 〈◊〉 But in her Mind luxuriously shee lives Imagination severall pleasures gives Then leave her to her selfe alone to dwell Let you and I in Mirth and pleasure swell And drink long lusty Draughts from 〈◊〉 Boule Untill our Braines on vaporous Waves do roule Le ts joy our selves in Amorous Delights There 's none so happy as the Carpet Knights Melancholy Melancholy with sad and sober Face Complexion pale but of a comely grace With modest Countenance soft speech thus spake May I so happy be your Love to take True I am dull yet by me you shall know More of your selfe so wiser you shall grow I 〈◊〉 the depth and bottome of Man-kind Open the Eye of Ignorance that 's blind I travell far and view the World about I walk with Reasons Staff to find Truth out I watchfull am all dangers for to shun And do prepare gainst Evils that may come I hange not on inconstant Fortunes wheele Nor yet with unresolving doubts do reele I shake not with the Terrours of vaine feares Nor is my Mind fill'd with unusefull Cares I do not spend my time like idle Mirth Which onely happy is just at her Birth Which seldome lives for to be old But if she doth can no affections hold For in short time shee troublesome will grow Though at the first shee makes a pretty shew But yet shee makes a noise and keepes a rout And with dislike most commonly goes out Mirth good for nothing is like Weeds do grow Such Plants cause madnesse Reason doth not know Her face with Laughter crumples on a heap Which plowes deep Furroughes making wrinckles great Her Eyes do water and her Skin turnes red Her mouth doth gape Teeth bare like one that 's dead Her sides do stretch as set upon the Last Her Stomack heaving up as if shee 'd cast Her Veines do swell Joynts seem to be unset Her Pores are open streaming out a sweat She fulsome is and gluts the Senses all Offers her selfe and comes before a Call Seekes Company out hates to be alone Vnsent-for Guests Affronts are throwne upon Her house is built upon the golden Sandes Yet no Foundation hath whereon it stands A Palace t is where comes a great Resort It makes a noise and gives a loud report Yet underneath the Roofe Disasters lye Beates downe the house and many kills thereby I dwell in Groves that gilt are with the Sun Sit on the Bankes by which cleare waters run In Summers hot downe in a Shade I lye My Musick is the buzzing of a Fly Which in the Sunny Beames do dance all day And harmlesly do passe their time away I walk in Meadowes where growes fresh green Grasse Or Feilds where Corne is high in which I passe Walk up the Hills where round I Prospects see Some Brushy Woods and some all Champions 〈◊〉 Returning back in the fresh Pasture go To heare the bleating Sheep and Cowes to lowe They gently feed no Evill think upon Have no designes to do another wrong In Winter Cold when nipping Frosts come on Then do I live in a small House alone The littlenesse doth make it warm being close No Wind nor Weather cold can there have force Although t is plaine yet cleanly t is within Like to a Soule that 's pure and cleare from Sin And there I dwell in quiet and still Peace Not fill'd with Cares for Fiches to increase I wish nor seek for valne and 〈◊〉 Pleasures No Riches are but what the Mind intreasures Thus am I solitary and live alone Yet better lov'd the more that J am knowne And though my Face b'ill favoured at first sight After Acquaintance it shall give delight For I am like a Shade who sits in me Shall not come wet nor yet Sun-burned be I keep off blustring Stormes from doing hurt When Mirth is often sinutch'd with dust and durt Refuse menot for J shall constant be Maintaine your Credit keep up Dignity A Dialogue betwixt
Joy and Discretion Joy GIve me some Musick that my Spirits may Dance a free Galliard whilst Delight doth play Let every Voice sing out both loud and shrill And every Tongue too run what way it will For Feare is gone away with her Pale Face And Paine is banisht out from every place Discretion O Joy take Moderation by the hand Or 〈◊〉 you 'l fall so drunk you cannot stand Your Tongue doth run so fast no time can keep High as a Mountaine many words you heap Your Thoughts in multitudes the Braine do throng That Reason is cast downe and trod upon Joy O wise Discretion do not angry grow Great dangers feares 〈◊〉 you do not know But Feare being past they suddenly are slackt Feare being a string bindes hard when once t is crackt Spirits find Liberty 〈◊〉 run about Hard being 〈◊〉 they suddenly burst out And to recover what they had before When once 〈◊〉 their liberty is more Like Water which was pen't then passage findes Goeth in a Fury like the Northerne windes What gathers on a heap so strong doth grow That when they 're loose far swifter do they go But deare Discretion with me do not scold Whilst you do feele great Feares your Tongue pray hold For Joy cannot containe it selfe in rest It never leaves till some way is exprest A Dialogue betwixt VVit and Beauty Wit MIxt Rose and Lilly why are you so proud Since Faire is not in all Minds best allow'd Some like the Black the Browne as well as White In all Complexions some Eyes take delight Nor doth one Beauty in the World still reigne For Beauty is created in the Braine But say there were a Body perfect made Complexion pure by Natures pensill laid A Countenance where all sweet Spirits meet A Haire that 's thick or long curl'd to the Feet Yet were it like a Statue made of stone The Eye would weary grow to look thereon Had it not Wit the Mind still to delight It soon wonld weary be as well as Sight For Wit is fresh and new doth sport and play And runs about the Humour every way Withall the Passions Wit can well agree Wit tempers them and makes them pleas'd to bee Wit 's ingenious doth new Inventions find To ease the Body recreate the Mind Beauty When I appeare I strike the Optick Nerve I wound the Heart I make the Passions serve Soules are my Prisoners yet love me so well My Company is Heaven my absence Hell Each Knee doth bow to me as to a Shrine And all the World accounts me as Divine Wit Beauty you cannot long Devotion keep The Mind growes weary Senses fall a sleep As those which in the House of God do go Are very zealous in a Prayer or two But if they kneele an houre-long to pray Their Zeale growes cold nor know they what they say So Admirations last not very long After nine daies the greatest wonder 's gone The Mind as Senses all delights in Change They nothing love but what is new and strange But subtle Wit can both please long and well For to the Eare a new Tale Wit can tell And for the Tast meat dresses severall waies To please the Eye new Formes and Fashions raise And for the Touch Wit spins both Silk and Wooll Invents new waies to keep Touch warm and coole For Sent Wit mixtures and Compounds doth make That still the Nose a fresh new smell may take I by discourse can represent the Mind With severall Objects though the Eyes be blind I can create Ideas in the Braine Which to the Mind seem reall though but fain'd The Mind like to a Shop of Toies I fill With fine Concerts all sorts of Humours sell. I can the work of Nature imitate And change my selfe into each severall Shape I conquer all am Master of the Feild I make faire Beauty in Loves Wars to yeild A Dialogue between Love and Hate BOth Love and Hate fell in a great dispute And hard it was each other to confute Which did most Good or Evill most did shun Then Hate with frowning Browes this Speech begun Hate I flye said shee from wicked and base Acts And teare the Bonds unjust or ill Contracts I do abhor all Murther VVar and strife Inhumane Actions and disorder'd life Ungratefull and unthankfull Mindes that shun All those from whom they have receiv'd a Boon From Discords harsh and rude my Eares I stop And what is Bad I from the Good do lop I Perjur'd Lovers brand with foule disgrace And from ill Objects do I hide my Face Things that are Bad I hate or what seemes so But Love is contrary to this I know Love loves Ambition the Mind 's hot Fire And Worlds would ruine for to rise up higher You love to please your Appetite and your Will To glut your Gusto you delight in still You love to Flatter and be flattered too And for your Lust poore Virgins would undo You love the ruine of your Foes to see And of your Friends if they but Prosperous bee You nothing love besides your selfe though ill And with vaine-glorious wind your Braine do fill You love no waies but where your Bias tends And love the Gods onely for your owne Ends. Love But Love in words as sweet as Nature is Said Hate was false and alwaies did amisse For she did Canker-fret the Soule destroy Disturbe the pleasure wherein Life takes joy The VVorld disorder which in Peace would keep Torment the Head the Heart revenge to seek And never rests till she descends to Hell And therefore ever amongst Devils dwell For I said Love unite aud Concords make All Musick was invented for my sake I Men by Lawes in Common-wealthes do joyne Against a common Foe as one combine I am a Guard to watch defend and keep The Sick the Lame the Helplesse Aged weak I for Honours sake high Courage raise And bring to Beautie Shrine Offerings of praise I Pity and Compassion the VVorld throughout Do carry and distribute all about I to the Gods do reverence bow and pray And in their Heavenly Mansions beare great sway Thus Love and Hate in somethings equall bee Yet in Disputes will alwaies disagree A Dialogue betwixt Learning and Ignorance Learning THou Busie Forrester that searchest bout The VVor'd to find the Heart of Learning out Or Perseus like foule Monsters thou dost kill Rude Ignorance which alwaies doeth ill Ignorance O thou Proud Learning that standst on Tip-toes high Can never reach to know the Deity Nor where the Cause of any one thing lies But fill man full of Care and Miseries Learning inflames the Thoughts to take great paines Doth nought but make an Almes-tub of the Braines Learning Learning doth seek about new things to find In that Pursuit doth recreate the Mind It is a Perspective Nature to espie Can all her Curiosity descry Ignorance Learning 's an uselesse paine unlesse it have Some waies or meanes to keep us from the Grave For what is all the World if understood
with ore-nice Pedantry The Hunting of the Hare BEtwixt two Ridges of 〈◊〉 land lay Wat Pressing his Body close to Earth lay squat His Nose upon his two Fore-feet close lies Glaring obliquely with his great gray Fyes His Head he alwaies sets against the Wind If turne his Taile his Haires blow up behind Which he too cold will grow but he is wise And keepes his Coat still downe so warm he lies Thus resting all the day till Sun doth set Then riseth up his Reliefe for to get Walking about until the Sun doth rise Then back returnes downe in his Forme he lyes At last Poore Wat was found as he there lay By Hunts-men with their Dogs which came that way Seeing gets up and fast begins to run Hoping some waies the 〈◊〉 Dogs to shun But they by Nature have so quick a Sent That by their Nose they trace what way he went And with their deep wide Mouths set forth a Cry Which answer'd was by Ecchoes in the Skie Then Wat was struck with Terrour and with Feare Thinkes every Shadow still the Dogs they were And running out some distance from the noise To hide himselfe his Thoughts he new imploies Under a Clod of Earth in Sand-pit wide Poore Wat fat close hoping himselfe to hide There long he 〈◊〉 not sat but strait his Eares The Winding 〈◊〉 and crying Dogs he heares Starting with Feare up leapes then doth he run And with such speed the Ground scarce treades upon Into a great thick Wood 〈◊〉 strait way gets Where underneath a broken Bough he sits At every Lease that with the wind did shake Did bring such 〈◊〉 made his Heart to ake That Place he left to Champian Plaines he went Winding about for to deceive their Sent. And while they 〈◊〉 were to sind his Track Poore Wat being weary his swift pace did slack On his two hinder legs for ease did sit His Fore-feet rub'd his Face from Dust and Sweat Licking his Feet he wip'd his Eares so cleane That none could tell that Wat had hunted been But casting round about his faire great Eyes The Hounds in full Careere he 〈◊〉 him ' spies To Wat it was so terrible a Sight Feare gave him Wings and made his Body light Though weary was before by running long Yet now his Breath he never felt more strong Like those that dying are think Health returnes When t is but a faint Blast which Life out burnes For Spirits seek to guard the Heart about Striving with Death but Death doth quench them out Thus they so fast came on with such loud Cries That he no hopes hath left nor help espies With that the Winds did pity poore Wats case And with their Breath the Sent blew from the Place Then every Nose is busily imployed And every Nostrill is set open wide And every Head doth seek a severall way To find what 〈◊〉 or Track the Sent on lay Thus quick Industry that is not slack Is like to Witchery brings lost things back For though the Wind had 〈◊〉 the Sent up close A Busie Dog thrust in his 〈◊〉 Nose And drew it out with it did foremost run Then Hornes blew loud for th' rest to follow on The great slow-Hounds their throats did set a Base The Fleet swift Hounds as Tenours next in place The little Beagles they a Trebble sing And through the Aire their Voice a round did ring Which made a Consort as they ran along If they but words could speak might sing a Song The Hornes kept time the Hunters shout for Joy And valiant seeme poore Wat for to destroy Spurring their Horses to a full Careere Swim Rivers deep leap Ditches without feare Indanger Life and Limbes so fast will ride Onely to see how patiently Wat died For why the Dogs so neere his Heeles did get That they their sharp Teeth in his Breech did set Then tumbling downe did fall with weeping Eyes Gives up his Ghost and thus poore Wat he dies Men hooping loud such Acclamations make As if the Devill they did Prisoner take When they do but a shiftlesse Creature kill To hunt there needs no Valiant Souldiers skill But Man doth think that Exercise and Toile To keep their Health is best which makes most spoile Thinking that Food and Nourishment so good And Appetite that feeds on Flesh and Blood When they do Lions Wolves Beares Tigers see To kill poore Sheep strait say they cruell be But for themselves all Creatures think too few For Luxury wish God would make them new As if that God made Creatures for Mans meat To give them Life and Sense for Man to eat Or else for Sport or Recreations sake Destroy those Lifes that God saw good to make Making their Stomacks Graves which full they fill With Murther'd Bodios that in sport they kill Yet Man doth think himselfe so gentle mild When he of Creatures is most cruell wild And is so Proud thinks onely he shall live That God a God-like Nature did him give And that all Creatures for his sake alone Was made for him to Tyramize upon The hunting of the Stag. THere was a Stag did in the Forrest lye Whose Neck was long and Hornes branch'd up high His Haunch was broad Sides large and Back was long His Legs were Nervous and his Joynts were strong His Haire lay sleek and smooth upon his Skin None in the Forrest might compare with him In Summers heat he in coole Brakes him laies Which grew so high kept of the Suns hot Raies In Evenings coole or dewy Mornings new Would he rise up and all the Forrest view Then walking to some cleare and Christall Brook Not for to Drink but on his Hornes to look Taking such Pleasure in his Stately Crowne His Pride forgets that Dogs might pull him downe From thence unto a Shady Wood did go Where Streightest Pines and tallest Cedars grow And upright Olives which th' loving Vine oft twines And slender Birch bowes head * to golden Mines Small Aspen 〈◊〉 which shakes like Agues cold That from perpetuall Motion never hold The sturdy Oake on Foamy Scas doth ride Firre which tall Masts doth make where Sailes are tied The weeping Maple and the Poplar green Whos 's Cooling Buds in Salves have healing been The Fatting Chestnut and the Hasle small The Smooth-rind Eeech which groweth large and tall The Loving Myrtle is for Amorous kind The yeilding Willow as inconstant Mind The Cypres sad which makes the Funerall Hearse And Sicomors where Lovers write their Verse And Juniper which gives a pleasant smell And many more which were too long to tell Round from their Sappy Roots sprout Branches small Some call it Vnder-wood that 's never tall There walking through the Stag was hindred much The bending Twigs his Hornes would often catch While on the tender 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 did bronse His Fyes were troubl'd 〈◊〉 the broken 〈◊〉 Then strait He seaks this Labyrinth to unwind But hard it was his first way out to find Unto this Wood a rising
The one did give him Wit the other made him Fine Honours Epilogue NOble Spectators pray this learne by me That nothing without Honour Time can perfect be Honour doth dresle the Mind with Virtuous Weeds And is the Parent to all Noble Deeds Time doth the Body dresse with Touth and Age And is great Natures Chamber-maid and Page If in Times Cabinet great Spoiles you find The Fault is Ignorance who 's Stupid blind Which Carelesse is and tumbles all about Misplacing all taking the wrong things out But Time 's a Huswife good and takes much paine To order all as Nature did ordaine All severall Ages on severall Heapes she laies And what she takes from Life to Death she paies But if Disorder'd Life doth run in Debt Then Death his Serjeants doth Diseases 〈◊〉 Which causes Time to give a double Pay Because Life spent so much before Rent-day To all Writing Ladies IT is to be observed that there is a secret working by Nature as to cast an influence upon the mindes of men like as in Contagions when as the Aire is corrupted it produces severall Diseases so severall distempers of the minde by the inflammations of the spirits And as in healthfull Ages bodies are purified so wits are refined yet it seemes to me as if there were severall invisible spirits that have severall but visible powers to worke in severall Ages upon the mindes of men For in many Ages men will be affected and dis-affected alike as in some Ages so strongly and superstitiously devout that they make many gods and in another Age so Atheisticall as they beleeve in no God at all and live to those Principles Some Ages againe have such strong faiths that they will not only dye in their severall Opinions but they will Massacre and cut one anothers throats because their opinions are different In some Ages all men seek absolute power and every man would be Emperour of the World which makes Civil Wars for their ambition makes them restlesse and their restlesnesse makes them seek change Then in another Age all live peaceable and so obedient that the very Governours rule with obedient power In some Ages againe all run after Imitation like a company of Apes as to imitate such a Poet to be of such a Philosophers opinion Some Ages mixt as Moralists Poets Philosophers and the like and in some Ages agen all affect singularity and they are thought the wisest that can have the most extravagant opinions In some Ages Learning flourisheth in Arts and Sciences other Ages so dull as they loose what former Ages had taught And in some Ages it seemes as if there were a Common-wealth of those governing spirits where most rule at one time Some Ages as in Aristocracy when some part did rule and other Ages a pure Monarchy when but one rules and in some Ages it seemes as if all those spirits were at defiance who should have most power which makes them in confusion and War so confused are some Ages and it seemes as if there were spirits of the Faeminine Gender as also the Masculine There will be many Heroick Women in some Ages in others very Propheticall in some Ages very pious and devout For our Sex is wonderfully addicted to the spirits But this Age hath produced many effeminate Writers as well as Preachers and many effeminate Rulers as well as Actors And if it be an Age when the effeminate spirits rule as most visible they doe in every Kingdome let us take the advantage and make the best of our time for feare their reigne should not last long whether it be in the Amazonian Government or in the Politick Common-wealth or in flourishing Monarchy or in Schooles of Divinity or in Lectures of Philosophy or in witty Poetry or any thing that may bring honour to our Sex for they are poore dejected spirits that are not ambitious of Fame And though we be inferiour to Men let us shew our selves a degree above Beasts and not eate and drink and sleep away our time as they doe and live only to the sense not to the reason and so turne into forgotten dust But let us strive to build us Tombs while we live of Noble Honourable and good Actions at least harmlesse That though our Bodies dye Our Names may live to after memory I Wonder any should laugh or think it ridiculous to heare of Fairies and yet verily beleeve there are spirits which spirits can have no description because no dimension And of Witches which are said to change themselves into severall formes and then to returne into their first forme againe ordinarily which is altogether against nature yet laugh at the report of Fairies as impossible which are onely small bodies not subject to our sense although it be to our reason For Nature can as well make small bodies as great and thin bodies as well as thicke We may as well thinke there is no Aire because we 〈◊〉 not see it or to thinke there is no Aire in an empty Barrel or the like because when we put our hands and armes into the same we doe not feele it And why should not they get through doores or walls as well as Aire doth if their bodies were as thin And if we can grant there may be a substance although not subject to our sense then wee must grant that substance must have some forme And why not of man as of any thing else and why not rational soules live in a small body as well as in a grosse and in a thin as in a thicke Shall we say Dwarfes have lesse soules because lesse or thinner bodies And if rational souls why not saving souls So there is no reason in Nature but that there may not onely be such things as Fairies but these be as deare to God as we POEMS Of the Theam of Love O Love how thou art tired out with Rblme Thou art a Tree whereon all Poets climbe And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit which 〈◊〉 feeds upon But now thy Tree is left so bare and poor That they can hardly gather one Plumb more The Elysium THe Brain is the Elysian fields and here All Ghosts and Spirits in strong dreams appeare In gloomy shades sleepy Lovers doe walke Where soules do entertain themselves with talke And Heroes their great actions do relate Telling their Fortunes good and their sad Fate What chanc'd to them when they awak'd did live Their World the light did great Apollo give And what in life they could a pleasure call Here in these Fields they passe their time withall Where Memory the Ferriman doth bring New company which through the Senses swim The Boat Imagination's alwayes full Which Charon roweth in the Region 〈◊〉 And in that Region is that River 〈◊〉 There some are dipt then all things soon forgets But this Elysium Poets happy call Where Poets as great Gods do record all The souls of those that they will choose for blisse And their sweet
their Medicines being most commonly bitter gives a dislike to the Tast and being not taken in fit time bring the disease of 〈◊〉 and being wrong applyed cause death to a good fame The next are Gypfies which 〈◊〉 many as Sympathy Powder Viper Wines Love Powder Cramp Rings crosse Knots raking up the 〈◊〉 on St. Agnes Eve laying Bride-cake under their heads and many the like Another Member said Mr. Speaker There are light Wenches of 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Bawds ought to be whipt Black patches Sweet Powders 〈◊〉 Bracelets made of their Lovers Haire fancy-colour'd Ribbons to resemble the several Passions Looking-glasses to hang by their sides Love-Posies in Rings Love-Letters wrought in Handkerchiefs Valentines worne on sleeves and to 〈◊〉 by signes Another Member said next is Bawds as Romancies Bals Collations Questions and Commands Riddles Purposes c. There was another Member rose up and said thus Mr. Speaker there are worse Creatures in the Kingdom and more dangerous which ought to be burnt as Lovely 〈◊〉 exact Proportion clear Complexion when these spirits are raised in the circle of the face who so comes 〈◊〉 that Face although it be the Soul it selfe is bewitched with a looke and such power is in that Magick that nothing can undoe it but Sicknesse and old Age. The other Witch is elegant Eloquence this Witch hath much power raising up Sense Funcy Phrase Number in the circle of the Eare and whosoever comes neer them although the Soul it selfe that spirit the Tongue bewitches them and this is so strong a Magick as nothing can undoe but forgetfulnesse 'T is true there is a Law against them which belongs to the Judges care as Hearing and Sight but when they come before them to be examin'd and to be condemn'd if they be found guilty they are so 〈◊〉 from punishing them as they set them at liberty and those bonds that should bind them they bind themselves with and so become voluntary slaves to those Witches Then did the King call both Houses together into a great Hall and thus spake MY good and loving Subjects I give you thankes for your care and industry in rectifying the Errours of this Kingdome and for your love to me in giving me those Subsidies I 〈◊〉 although I call'd for them as well for your safety as my owne such is my tender regard to my people as their safety is my care and their prosperity my happinesse For I desire to be King of Affection ruling them with Clemency rather then to be only King of Power ruling them with Tyranny binding my Subjects to slavery The power I desire is to beat my enemies abroad not to fright my Subjects at home to defend them not to ruine them I covet not the riches of my Subjects I hold not the Sword to cut their Purse-strings but to decide truth from falshood to give Equity and to doe Justice Yet let me 〈◊〉 them my Sword is as ready to punish Offenders as my Clemency is to reward the vertuous But I have found and I make no question I shall finde them alwayes as ready to obey as I to command and because every one may returne to his owne private affaires since in publique bufinesse there is little lest now to doe but what I can order my selfe I dissolve my Parliament for this time untill there be an occasion to call them together againe Whereupon the Parliament all cryed God save the King God save the King I Know those that are strict and nice about Phrase and the placing of words will carp at my Booke for I have not set my words in such order as those which write elegant Prose But I must confesse ingenuously my shallow wit could not tell how to order it to the best advantage besides I found it difficult to get so many Rhythmes as to joyn the sense of the Subject and by reason I could not attaine to both I rather chose to leave the Elegance of words then to obstruct the sense of the matter For my desire was to make my conceit easie to the understanding though my 〈◊〉 were not so fluent to the eare Againe they will finde fault with the Numbers for I was forc'd to fewer or more to bring in the sense of my Fancies All I can say for my selfe is that Poetry consists not so much in Number Words and Phrase as in Fancy Thirdly they will finde fault at the Subject saying it is neither materiall nor usefull for the Soule or Body To this I answer My intention was not to teach Arts nor Sciences nor to instruct in Divinity but to passe away idle Time and thought Time might be better 〈◊〉 yet 't is oft spent worse amongst many in the world I Language want to dresse my Fancies in The Haire 's uncurl'd the Garments loose and thin Had they but Silver Lace to make them gay Would be more courted then in poore array Or had they Art might make a better show But they are plaine yet cleanly doe they goe The world in Bravery doth take delight And glistering Shews doe more attract the sight And every one doth honour a rich Hood As if the outside made the inside good And every one doth how and give the place Not for the Mans sake but the Silver Lace Let me intreat in my poore Bookes behalfe That all may not adore the Golden Calf Consider pray Gold hath no life therein And Life in Nature is the richest thing So Fancy is the Soul in Poetrie And if not good a Poem ill must be Be just let Fancy have the upper place And then my Verses may perchance finde grace If flattering Language all the Passions rule Then Sense I feare will be a meere dull Foole. THe worst Fate Bookes have when they are once read They 're laid aside forgotten like the Dead Under a heap of dust they buried lye Within a vault of some small Library But Spiders they for honour of that Art Of Spinning which by Nature they were taught Since Men doe spin their Writings from the Braine Striving to make a lasting Web of Fame Of 〈◊〉 thin high Altars doe they raise There offer Flyes as sacrifice of praise WHen that a Book doth from the Presse come new All buyes or borrows it this Book to view Not out of love of Learning or of wit But to finde Faults that they may censure it Were there no Faults for to be found therein As few there are but doe erre in some thing Yet Malice with her ranckled Spleen and spight Will at the Time or Print or Binding bite Like Devils when they cannot good soules get Then on their Bodies they their 〈◊〉 set SIr Charles into my chamber coming in When I was writing of my Fairy Queen I pray said he when Queen Mab you doe see Present my service to her Majesty And tell her I have heard Fames loud report Both of her Beauty and her stately Court. When I Queen Mab within my Fancy view'd My Thoughts bow'd low fearing