by our Flesh too lustie yet too fraile Too luâ—tie in desire of its owne shame But fraile in that wherein it should prevaile Yet when its weak'st the Soule doth most assaile It not suffiz'd that nere-suffized Loue That al things made to make Man only Bee But to Be vvell as wel some men doe proue VVho though of Beeing they desirous be Yet not being wel they end ill sith they see Their being VVell and Being disagree Then Being was not Manns creations end But to be happy in a high degree And therfore al men al their forces bend T' inioy that Good that Beeing doth coÌ„mend Which good desire of Good in Man is knitt To a detesting of the contrary But for that sinne hood-wincks Mans Eie of VVitt He gropes for Good but feeles the Evill by From this desire of Good th' affections flie Which with their motion swiftâ— draw that desire Heere there and where soere they please to hy In pursuâ—e of that Good which they require To which though base they bee they would aspire Yet they were good kindly lov'd their like But they are ill and loue Ill seeming good Yet they by Natures instinct Ill dislike And yet by nature evil is their moode Basely obaying the sinne-soiled Blood At first they were Truthes other selfe for friends Yet now by them shee 's too too much with-stoode Adhering to her foe while shee pretends To blesse the Sense though to accursed endes The motiues of the Soule these motions are Whos 's other names are called the Affects â— By foll'wing good and flying ill they ARE Consisting so of these two good Effects Though Syn their sense with error oft infects Some vsher Iudgment some on her attend The later take or leaue as shee directs The Former naturally cannot offend For they desire but Nature to defend As when the Body Nature to suffize Desires to eate or drinke as neede requires Or when good happe or ill doth it surprize Then Ioy or sorrow moueth our desire These stil fore-run our Iudgment conspire With Nature to vsurpe her highest Throne For nature runneth on or doth retire As shee is mov'd by iudgment of her owne And so doe these that Nature wait vpon But those Affects that follow IudgmeÌ„ts Traine Wait hard as long as Hart is wel dispos'd Then lasts the League betweene the Hart Braine For al their iarres by Reason are compos'd But when the Hart against the Brain 's oppos'd Which oft proceeds of too much pampering Out flie th' Affections that were erst repos'd And from their neckes the Raines of Reason â—ling Impatient of slow Iudgments tarrying Yet true it is that Hart cannot be mov'd Ere Iudgment doomes what 's good or badd for it Then Hartes desires by her must be approv'd Or els the Hart cannot desire a whit For what she holds vnmeet it thinks vnfitt But for the motions of the Minde are free And neede not stay as it is requisit So before Iudgment doe they seeme to Bee Although they follow her as bond and free But though th' Affections cannot moue at all If Iudgment wing them not and make them flee Yet sound advice which heere we Iudgment call May be at rest when they too busy bee Mov'd by the iudgment of the Fantazee This Iudgment 's blinde yet is it most mens Guide And no lesse rash yet ruleth each degree This makes th' Affects from Rights straight Pathes to slide For Fantazy doth fancie waies too wide This skipp-braine Fancy moves these easie Movers To loue what ere hath but a glimpse of good Then straight she makes theÌ„ like vnconstant lovers To chaÌ„ge their Loues as she doth change her moode VVhich swimmeth with the current of the Bloud For as the body 's well or ill compos'd VVhich followes oft the nature of its foode So Fancy and these Fondlings are dispos'd Though in the Soule and Minde they be inclos'd And yet the body 's but the Instrument VVheron the soule doth play what she doth please But if the stringes thereof doe not concent The harmony doth but the soule displease Then tune the body Soule or playing cease And when a String is out straight put it in With Phisickes helpe which Passion may appease By humbling that which hath too lowd a dyn And put the Parts on a Soule-pleasing Pyn. These Partes though many yet of three consist That 's Humors Elements and Qualities Which three doe of fow'r partes a part subsist For from Earth VVater Aire and Fire doth rise All that the Heav'nly Cope doth circulize These are the Elements from whom proceede The Humors with their foresaid qualities For Bloud Flegme Choller Melancholy breede Hott Cold Moist Dry a fowr-fold vital Seede An Element is the most simple part VVhereof a thing is made and in its wracke Is last resolved And in Phisicks Art There are but tvvo which two of those doe lack That al the Elemental bodies make These two are tearmed Simples CoÌ„pounds The first is borne on Speculations back The last is bredd by Practize which coÌ„fouÌ„ds Two or moe Simples in each others bounds The Elements of Natures famelies Produce the Elementals temprament VVhich is a mixture of the Qualities Or composition of each Element As these doe bend so are their bodies bent VVhich we Complexion cal wherof are two VVell and ill tempred And the Aliment That feeds the Body herein much can doe For that can make marre Complexion too VVell-tempred is an equal counterpoise Of th' Elements fore-mention'd qualities Whereof ther 's but one thing of Natures choise VVherein shee made the mixture thus precise As Galens tract of Tempers testifies VVhich of each hand is the interior skin And hence we may thus fitly moralize That Nature to the Hand so good hath bin That it might temper what the Mouth takes in Ill tempred's that where some one Element Hath more dominion then it ought to haue For they rule ill that haue more regiment Then nature wisdome right or reason gaue So doth this Element it selfe behaue Yet each ill temper doth not so exceede As that it spils what better tempers saue For some surpasse the temperate in deede In some small ods whereof no harmes succeede Fiue waies the Bodies temperature is knowne By Constitution Operation Clime Coulor and Age by these the same is showne As Dials by an Index shew the time The Body fat is cold for fat doth clime By cold degrees and that full-flesht is hot For heate proceedes from bloud as doth my rime From braines where no heate were if bloud were not And bee'ing too cold they would my sense besot By Operation too the temper 's found For when a creature Man Beast Hearbe or Plant Doth that which they by right of kinde are bound Then no good temprature those bodies want The Clyme in shewing this is nothing skant For South-ward Men are cruell moody madd Hot blacke
leane leapers lustfull vsd to vant Yet wise in action sober fearefull sad If good most good if bad exceeding bad The Northen Nations are more moist and cold Lesse wicked and deceiptfull faithfull iust More ample strong couragious martiall bold And for their bloud is colder lesse they lust Then cold bloud being thicke it follow must They are lesse witty and more barberous And for they inwardly are more adust They meate and drinke devoure as ravenous The panch and pot esteeming precious Yet are they most laborious loving Artes Whose soules are in their fingers as it s sed For all our best hand-workes come from those parts As from the hotter Climes workes of the hed And those that twixt the South and North are bred As France and Italy Spaine and the like Of hot and cold are ev'nly tempered Therefore they are not made so apt to strike But warre with VVisdome rather then the Pike The coulor likewise shewes the temprament For Sanguin's red and yellow's Cholericke The Mâ—lancholy is to blacknesse bent The white or whitish is the Phlegmaticke The white and blacke are cold and rhewmaticke The Red and yellow hot by course of kinde To this consents each skilfull Empericke Who by experience of their practise finde That coulor shewes the temper notes the minde The Sanguin's frolicke free ingenious Couragious kinde to women over-kinde True Iovialists by nature generous And hot and humid they are by their kinde The Chollericke is hasty and inclinde To Envie pride and prodigalitie As Herc'les-hardy though with anger blinde And in its temper it is hot and drie Which is the cause it is so angery The Phlegmaticke are idle sleepie dull Whose temper 's cold and moist which drownes the wit The Melancholy's mestiue and too full Of fearefull thoughts and cares vnrequisit Who loue as loathing men alone to sit In temper cold and drie too like the dust Dust of the earth ere God life-breathed it Where hence we came and wherevnto we must Which flies as fearefull from a little Gust These are the humors whereof Man consists Which is a substaunce thin to which our foode The Stomackes heate by nature first disgests And hath dominion chiefly in our bloode These like the Elements moue in their moode For bloud is hot and humid like the aire Flegm's cold and moist in VVaters likelyhood Then Melancholy's like Earth cold and dry'r And hot and drie is Choler like the Fire And that the meates to humors should be chang'd They must be thrice concocted thorowly First in the Stomacke they are interchang'd And made that Chyle wherein potentially The Humors Chaos-like at first doe lie Next in the Liver the Masse Sanguiner Of Chyle composed is successiuely The third and last's through al the bodie where Humors are made that Meate and Chyle first were These raigne by turnes vntill their tearmes be done Bloud in the spring from three till nine each Morne Choler from thence till three in th'after noone In sommer-season Then Flegme in his turne From thence till nine at night doth rule the sterne In Autumne then sad Melancholy thence Till three next Morne when VVinter doth returne Thus in their turnes they haue preheminence Till Time turne vs and them with vs from hence And as these humors haue their turnes in time So rule the Planets in like consequence For by the Moone is governed our Prime That 's hot and moist but the preheminence The moisture hath So our Adolescence Is swaid by VVit-infusing Mercury Being hot and moist yet doth more heate dispense Which tunes the voices Organes erst too hy Making them speake with more profundity TheÌ„ youth our third age Loues Queene Venus swaies Bee'ng hot and dry but yet more hot then drie In this we VVantons play in Venus plaies And offer Incense to a rowling eie Bright Sol the gloriou'st Planet in the sky Doth rule our Manhoode which is temperate Hee Author is of race and gravity Of haplesse life this is the happi'st state Which they hold long'st that are most moderate And lastly old age being cold and dry By al-wise Iupiter is governed Author of Councell Craft and Policy VVhich Age againe in two's distinguished The first yonge old age may be Christened The last Decrepit is and so is call'd Which Saturn rules with Scepter of dul lead This Age to Life like Death is stil enthrall'd Thus in our life the Planetts are enstall'd And to these Ages dates precize we giue As Child-hood from our Birth till thirteene yeares AdolesceÌ„ce froÌ„ theÌ„ce to tweÌ„ty fiue And youth froÌ„ theÌ„ce til fiue thirty weares FroÌ„ wheÌ„ce til fiftie Mannes-estate apperes And to the rest old-age we doe assigne But one his yeares theÌ„ other better beares As time their temprature doth enterteigne Therfore the temprature should age designe For al men cold dry are old though yonge Some yong at sixtie some at forty old In growing old the youthful Sanguin's loÌ„ge For it doth store of heate and moisture hold The Melancholy being dry and cold Is aged soone So women more then men Soone meete with age which makes some be so bold As vnder Coulor that they are wo-men To keepe off Age till they be yong agen The Aire we breath doth beare an Ore herein And being subtil moves the simple Minde For never yet was foole a Florentine As by the wise hath well observed byn So subtill is the Aire hee draweth in The influences of malignant Starres Vales Caves Stanckes Moores and Lakes that never ryn Carion and filth all such the Aier marres Which killes the Corpes and vvitts Carreër barres From Regions VVinds staÌ„ding of the place Where we abide come the Aires qualities Vnder the Poles the Sun nere showing face But as a stranger the Aire so doth freeze That whosoever breathes it starving dies And in the Torrid Zone it is so hott That flesh and Bloud like flaming fire it fries And with a Cole-blacke beautie it doth blott Curling the Haires vpon a vvyry knott The winds though Aire yet Aire do turne wind VVhich Passions of the Aire our sp'rits affect These by the Nose and Mouth a waie doe finde To Braines and Hart and there their kindes effect And as they are make them in some respect For where the VVindes be cold and violent As where rough Boreas doth his Throne erect There are the People stronge and turbulent Rending the Sterne of civill government The situation of the place likewise The Aire therein doth wel or ill dispose If to the Sea or Southerne winde it lies It 's humid putrifactiue too close So fares it in fatt grounds Slouthes chiefe repose The Sandy grounds doe make it hott and dry As cold and moist it is that Fennes inclose But cleere piercing on the Mountaines hy Thus Place with Aire doth chaÌ„g our quality Of no lesse vertue are our Alements Which VVinde Aire vnto our sp'rits prepare VVho
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
Choler if too little little steeds And if too much too much doth make vs fret But being meane it many Vertues breeds And with an actiue warmth the blood it feeds For to be angery and not to sinne Is an obligatorie Heast divine For whiles we are that holy anger in Not wholly angery it is a signe We flame with that which doth our soules refine For in our Soules the iry-pow'r it is That makes vs at vnhallowed thoughts repine And sober soules are zealous made by this Then zealous soules can hardly Anger misseâ— Thus Ire I pleade for thee but thou hurt'st mee O be propitious therefore hurt me not Then Volumes large â—le write concerning thee Which without blott of blame I al wil blott VVith blacke that shal thy bright make bright as hott So leaue I thee and would thou me would'st leaue Yet leaue me not as one thou hast forgott But mind me stil when I should thee conceaue Gainst ill that would my soule of good bereaue For so thou didst possesse Gods patient Soule When he as God and Man the Temple clear'd With VVhipps of money-Changers who did proule For filthie Pelfe in place to him endear'd Where most of al he should be serv'd and fear'd So be with me deere Ire till thou and I Must part or â— by thee no further steer'd Then may agree with perfect pietie And well may stand with true felicitie NOw from vnloving Ire doth Hatred spring Which is more Hellish for its lasting Ire As some suppoâ—e which is a damned thing Like to the Devill her prodigious Sire VVho Loues to hate as Loue hates that desire Sith God and Nature hath made Man in loue To loue God and his like with loue intire VVhat Vice can Vertue in man more reproue Then that which Man to misse his Ende doth move Yet Ire from Hatred must distinguisht be For Ire proceeds froÌ„ some wrong done to vs But Hatred is conceav'd as soone as we Suppose a Creature to be odious Though to vs it were nere iniurious And Time can Ire aswage but hardly Hate Ire would but vex but Hatred's murderous Revenge cooles Ire but cannot Hate abate Ires hart can melte but Hates is obdurate Loue is the Linck that lincks maÌ„ kind by kind Louing and kinde in perfect Vnion This Statute sans defesance men doth bind To succour one another woe-begon As if they were not diverse but al one But Hatred is the Hatchet which doth cleeve Mankinde to peeces in confusion Releefe refusing and â—ake to releeve Yet giues more daÌ„mage theÌ„ it would receave None harbreth Hatred but men like the Devill The Proud Envious which are ful of hate These hateful Hell-hounds loue this lothsome Evill Because it seekes mankinde to ruinate VVhat can the Devill worse excogitate It is the Toade that swells with Venome such That no force can resist much lesse abate The Moath of MaÌ„-kind worse theÌ„ nought by much Yet most indiff'rent to the Poore and Rich. But hate inhabits Man to good effect VVhen he loues nought that is not perfect good For he through Hate doth Evill still reiect VVhich would corrupt his Nature Mind Moode And make it like it selfe a Nihilhood Such hate is happie holy and divine By which the force of Ill is stil withstood This Hate we ought to loue which doth repine At al which doth not Loue aright refine Then sacred Hate let my Loue thee embrace And to an Habit grow'n inhabit mee Sith thou flow'st from the Fountes of Loue Grace O let my love be ever backt by thee Then Ill from Loue so backt wil ever flee It is a feaver of the Minde to hate That 's hate to Loue but wheÌ„ they both agree They doe preserve the Soule in perfect state Whilst Ill of Ills they quite annihilate TheÌ„ hate my Soule that thou maist ever love That which this Hate doth loue with loue intire That is al good below much more aboue Wherto this hate through loue would faine aspire For perfect Love inflames iust Hates desire No otherwise then VVater hott or cold Though in some sorte it doth oppung the fire Yet makes the flames thereof more manifold VVhen it is cast thereon so as it should Thus Ire and Hatred may be good or ill According to their obiects And Envy Their aie familier doth follow still Hatred and Ire to make a Trinity Which may be vs'd well ill or neut'rally It is well vs'd for Gods foes good successe But ill when it anothers good doth eye And neut'rally when it doth not transgresse The boundes of Love for loving more or lesse Shee is to Mercie alwaies opposit In her true kinde for Mercy stil doth grieue At others harmes but envi's glad of it And pines with paine when others wel doe thriueâ— Yea liues in death when others liue to liue Some envy others gains that hinder theirs Some others weale wheÌ„ they cannot arriue Vnto the like some other that aspires To that they sought but faild of their desires But some there are that envy others good Without respect of their owne benefit Only because they think their fate 's withstoode When others on the least good fortune hit Or doe the least good getting praise for it This is the envie than which none is worse Ev'n that of Sathan for Men most vnfit This is the envie that incurres his curse That from Heav'n for the like did Angels force For envies eies pry most of al on praise The noblest goods goods of the noblest Minde They most envie and stil themselues they raise To highest vertue where they fixt it finde Heereat the teeth of envie most doe grinde For looke how much the Minde the Corpes excels And the Mindes riches are of rarer kinde So much the more the hart of envie swels At those that haue these goods then any els Shee is Prides second selfe or other name Monsters distinct yet vndiuiduall In heav'n and earth hath wel appeer'd the same For both made heau'nly Lucifer to fall So doe they Lucifers terrestrial Pride 's more apparaÌ„t for it needs must swel But envy euer lines Prides Pectorall Pride 's as the high'st envie the lowest hell Worse Hags theÌ„ either can in neither dwel Pride before all desires to be preferr'd If anie therefore be preferr'd before Shee instantly is with fel envie stirr'd And the more rise her envie is the more Though Meeknes mount prids hart doth ake therfore For shee thinkes only shee doth al excel Then others excellence her heart must gore As others heav'n on earth is Envies hell So others rising makes Pride still to swell For where there is no sunne no shadow is And where 's no weale or glory envi's not Shee feedes on her owne hart and others blisse Shee skornes to looke so low as to their lot That are of Fortune or the world forgot Therefore shee lurkes about the Courtes