The Market-place the Mouth when full begun Is Market day when empty Markets done The City Conduit where the water flowes Is through two spouts the nostrils of the Nose But when those watry spouls close stopt are not Then we say strait a Cold or Pose have got The Gates are the two Eares when deaf they are It is when they those City Gates doe bar This City 's govern'd as most Cities be By Aldermen and so by Mayoralty And Oberon King dwels never any where But in a Royall Head whose Court is there Which is the kernell of the Braine if seen We there might view him and his beauteous Queen Sure that's their Court and there they sit in state And Noble Lords and Ladies on them wait The Fairies in the Braine may be the causes of many thoughts VVHen we have pious thoughts and thinke of heaven Yet goe about not ask to be forgiven Perchance their preaching or a Chapter saying Or on their knees devoutly they are praying When we are sad and know no reason why Perchance it is because some there doe dye And some place in the Head is hung with blacke Which makes us dull yet know not what we lack Our fancies which in verse or prose we put Are Pictures which they draw or 〈◊〉 cut And when those fancies are both fine and thin Then they ingraven are in seale or ring When we have crosse opinions in the minde They in the Schooles disputing we shall finde When we of childish toyes doe thinke upon A Fayre may be whereto those people throng And in those stalles may all such knacks be sold As Bels and Rattles or bracelets of Gold Or Pins Pipes Whistles are to be bought there And thus within the Head may be a Fayre When that our braine with amorous thoughts doth run Are marrying there a Bride with her Bride-groom And when our thoughts are merry humours gay Then they are dancing on their Wedding day Of the Animal Spirits THose Spirits which we Animal doe call May Men and Women be and Creatures small And in the body Kingdoms may divide As Nerves Muscles Veines and Arteries wide The head and heart East and West Indies be Which through the veines may traffick as the sea In feavers great by shipwrack many dyes For when the bloud is hot and vapours rise On boyling pulse as waves they tosse if hit Against hard rock of great obstructions split Head the East Indies where spicy Fancie growes From Oranges and Lemons sharp Satyr flowes The Heart the West where heat the bloud refines Which bloud is gold and silver heart the mines Those from the head in ships their Spice they fetch And from the heart the gold and silver rich The War of those Spirits SOmetimes these Animal Creatures they doe jarre And then those Kingdomes all are up in war And when they fight we Cramps Convulsions feele 〈◊〉 in our 〈◊〉 and Chilblaines in our heele Peace WHen there is peace and all do well agree Then is Commerce in every Kingdome free And through the Nerves they travell without feare There are no Theeves to rob them of their ware Their wares are severall touches which they bring Unto the Senses they buy every thing But to the Muscles they doe much recourse For in those Kingdomes trading hath great force Those Kingdomes joyne by two and two So they with 〈◊〉 doe passe and re-passe through The description of their world which is the Body THe Arteries are the Ocean deep and wide The Bloud the Sea which ebbs and flows in Tide The Nerves great continent they travell through Muscles are Cities which they traffick to Similizing the Body to many Countries THe Nerves are France and Italy and Spaine The Liver Britanny the Narrow Seas the veines The Spleen is Aethiopia which breeds in A People that are black and tawny skin The Stomach Aegypt the Chylus Nyle that flowes Quite through the Body by which it fruitfull growes The Heart and Head East and VVest Indies are The South and Northern Pole is either Eare. The Lungs are Rocks and Cavernes whence rise winds And Life which passes through great danger findes FINIS An Epistle to Souldiers GReat Heroicks you may justly laugh at me if I went about to censure instruct or advise in the valiant Art and Discipline of Warre But I doe but only take the name having no knowledge in the Art nor practise in the use for I never saw an Army together nor any Incounters in my life I have seen a Troop or a Regiment march on the High way by chance or so neither have I the courage to looke on the cruell assaults that Mankind as I have heard will make at each other but according to the constitution of my Sex I am as fearefull as a Hare for I shall start at the noyse of a Potgun and shut my eyes at the sight of a bloudy Sword and run away at the least Alarum Only My courage is I can heare asad relation but not without griefe and chilnesse of spirits but these Armies I mention were rais'd in my braine fought in my fancy and registred in my closet POEMS The Fort or Castle of Hope HOpe hearing Doubt an Army great did bring For to assault the Castle she was in For her defence her Castle she made strong Placing great Ordnance on the wall along Bulwarks she built at every corners end A Curtaine of twelve score was drawn between Two faces make a point from whence the Cannons play Two points do make a third to stop the enemi's way The wings were not too short nor curtains were too long The points were not too sharp but blunt to make them strong Round the Castle enemy 's out to keep A ditch was digg'd which was both wide and deep And bridges made to draw or let at length The gates had iron bars of wondrous strength Souldiers upon the Curtains-line did stand And every one a Musket in his hand When Hope had ordered all about her Fort Then she did call a councel to her Court I hear sayes Hope that Doubt a war will make And bring great force this Castle for to take Wherefore my friends provisions must be 〈◊〉 And first of all good store of victuals bought Hunger doth lose more Forts then force doth win Then must we with the stomach first begin The next is arms the body for to guard Those that unarm'd are are soon'st afear'd But to small use we make a ditch or wall If not men arm'd to keep this wall withall Shall we neglect the lives and strength of men More then a wall that may be broken in For Ammunitions that mighty power Engines of death which Armies Towns devoure Yet are they of no use unlesse mankind Hath strength skill will to use them as design'd The last for to advise what wayes are best For to defend our selves from being opprest Then Expectation being gray with age Advises Hope by no means to engage Too 〈◊〉 her Castle but let
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
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
Love Humility kneel'd downe to pray Desires beg'd of all that pass'd that way Poore Doubts did seem as if they quaking stood Yet were they lapt in Mantles of Hope good Generous Faith seem'd bountifull and free She gave to all that askt her Charity All sorts of Opinions in Pulpits seem'd to Preach False Doctrine for Truth might many teach Not that I heard what their Opinions were For Prospects i' th Eye do lye not i' th Eare. A Land-skip STanding upon a Hill of Fancies high Viewing about with Curiosities Eye Saw severall Land-skips under my Thoughts to lye Some Champians of Delights where there did feed Pleasures as Weathers fat and Ewes to breed And Pastures of green Hopes wherein Cowes went Of Probability give Milk of sweet content Some Feilds though plow'd with Care unsow'd did lye Wanting the fruitfull Seed Industry In other Feilds full Crops of Joyes there grow'd Where some Ripe Joyes Fruition downe had mov'd Some blasted with ill Accidents look'd black Others blowne downe with Sorrow strong * lay flat Then did I view Inclosures close to lye Hearts hedg'd about with Thoughts of secrecy Fresh Meadow of green Youth did pleasant seem Innocency as Cowslips grew therein Some ready with Old Age to cut for Hay Some Hay cock'd high for Death to take away Cleare 〈◊〉 of Health ran here and there No Mind of Sicknesse in them did appeare No Stones or Gravell stopt their passage free No Weeds of Paine or Slimy Gouts could see Woods did present my view on the left side Where Trees of high Ambition grew great Pride There Shades of Envie were made of dark Spight Which did Eclipse the Fame of Honours Light 〈◊〉 stood so close not many 〈◊〉 of Praise Could enter in Spight stopt up all the waies But Leaves of pratling Tongues which nere lye still Sometimes speak Truth although most Lyes they tell Then did I a Garden of Beauty view Where Complexions of Roses and Lillies grew And Violets of blew Veines there grow'd Upon the Banks of Breasts most perfect shew'd Lips of fresh Gilly-flowers grew up high Which oft the Sun did kisse as he pass'd by Hands of Narcissus perfect white were set The Palmes were curious Tulips sinely streakt And by this Garden a lovely Orchard stood Wherein grew Fruit of Pleasure rare and good All colour'd Eyes grew there as Bullice gray And Dampsons black which do tast best some say Others there were of the pure blewest Grape And Peare-plum Faces of an ovall Shape Cheeks of Apricotes made red with Heat And Cherry Lips which most delight to eat When I had view'd this Land-skip round about I fell from Fancies Hill and so Wits Sight went out Similizing Thoughts THoughts as a Pen do write upon the Braine The Letters which wise Thoughts do write are plaine Fooles Scribble Scrabble and make many a Blot Which makes them Non-sense speak they know not what Or Thoughts like Pencils draw still to the Life And 〈◊〉 mixt as Colours give delight Sad melancholy Thoughts are for Shadowes plac'd By which the lighter Fancies are more grac'd As through a dark and watry Cloud more bright The Sun breakes forth with his Resplendent Light Or like to Nights black Mantle where each 〈◊〉 Doth clearer seem so lighter Fancies are Some like to Raine-bowes various Colours shew So round the Braine Fantastick Fancies grow Of Thoughts IMaginations high like Cedars shew Where Leaves of new Invention thick do grow Which Thoughts as gentle Winds do blow about And Contemplation makes those Leaves sprout out And Pleasure with Delight as Birds do sing On every Bough to think what Fame they bring Similizing Navigation THE Sea 's like Desarts which are wide and long Where Ships as Horses run whose Breath is strong The Stern-man holds the Reines thereby to guide The Sturdy Steed on foamy 〈◊〉 to ride The Wind 's his Whip to beat it forward on On either side as Stirrops serve each Gun The Sailes as Saddles spread upon the back The Ropes as Girts which in a Storme will crack The Pump the Breech where 〈◊〉 come out The Needle as the Eye guides it about Similizing the Sea to Meadowes and Pastures the Marriners to Shepheards the Mast to a May-pole Fishes to Beasts THE Waves like Ridges of Plow'd-land lies high Whereat the Ship doth stumble downe doth lye But in a Calme levell as Meadowes seem And by its Saltnesse makes it look as green When Ships thereon a slow soft pace they walke Then Mariners as Shepheards sing and talke Some whistle and some on their Pipes do play Thus merrily will passe their time a way And every Mast is like a May-pole high Round which they dance though not so merrily As Shepheards do when they their Lasses bring Whereon are Garlands tied with Silken string But on their Mast instead of Garlands hung Huge Sailes and Ropes to tye those Garlands on Instead of Lasses they do dance with Death And for their Musick they have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Instead of Wine and Wassals drink salt Teares And for their Meat they feed on nought but Feares For Flocks of Sheep great 〈◊〉 of Herrings swim As ravenous Wolves the 〈◊〉 do feed on them As sportfull Kids skip over Hillocks green So dancing Dolphines on the Waves are seen The Porpoyse like their watchfull Dog espies And gives them warning when great Windes will rise Instead of Barking he his Head wil shew Above the waters where they rough do flow When showring Raines power downe and Windes do blow Then fast Men run for Shelter to a Tree So Ships at Anchor lye upon the Sea Comparing VVaves a Ship to Rebellion THus the rough Seas whom highly Windes inrage Assault a Ship and in feirce War ingage Or like rude Multitudes whom Factions swell With ranckled Spleen which makes them to rebell Against their Governours thronging about With 〈◊〉 Noise to throw their power out And if their Power gets the upper-hand They 'l make him sinck and then in Triumph stand Foaming at Mouth as if great Deeds th' had done When they were Multitudes and he but One. So Seas do foam and 〈◊〉 about a Ship And both do strive which shall the Better get Or 〈◊〉 like skil'd Mariners will guide The Ship through 〈◊〉 of Death that do gape wide And to a Haven safe will bring 〈◊〉 in Although through many dangers she did swim Similizing the Head of Man to the VVorld THE Head of 〈◊〉 is like the World made round Where all the Elements in it are found The 〈◊〉 as Earth from whence all Plants do spring And from the Womb it doth all Creatures bring The Fore-head Nose like Hills that do rise high Which over-top the Dales that levell lye The Haire as Trees which long in length do grow And like its Leaves with 〈◊〉 waves to and fro Wit like to severall Creatures wildly runs On severall Subjects and cach other shuns The Blood as Seas doth through the Veines run round The Sweat as Springs by which