away with a trice the eyes of thy memory from those little Brookes of a transitory Honour admire this inexhaustible Ocean of the immortall Glory of the Heauens where all the happy Soules are engulfed without suffering shipwrack Be thou the Eccho then my Soule of those diuine words of the Prophet Dauid when he cryed out so in the extremity of his languor Euen as the Hart desires the curreÌ„t of the liuing waters so O Lord is my soule a thirst after you as being the only fountaine where I may quench the same Thou must needs my Soule surrender to the Assaults of this verity so sensible as there is nothing to be desired besides this soueraigne good whose allurements make our harts to sigh at all howers How beautifull are your Eternall Pauillions and how exceedingly am I enamoured with them saith the same Prophet My soule faints and I am rapt in extasy when I thinke I shall one day see my liuing God face to face O incomparable felicity â—o be able to coÌ„template the adorable perfections of an Omnipotent To behould without wincking the diuine Beauty of him who hath created all the goodly things that are To liue alwaies with him and in himselfe Not to breath but the aire of his Grace and not to sigh but that of his Loue Shall I afford the names of pleasures to these contentments whiles all the delights of the world are as sensible dolours in comparisoÌ„ of them For if it be true that a flash of a feeble Ray should cause our eyes to weepe in their dazeling for the temerity they haue had to regard very stedfastly its light is it not credible that the least reflexion of the diuine brightnes of the Heauens should make vs blind in punishment for glauncing on an obiect so infinitely raysed aboue our Power In so much as whatsoeuer is in Eternity can admit no comparison with that which is coÌ„prehended in Tyme The Felicities of Paradise cannot be represented in any fashion because the Spirit cannot so much as carry its thoughtes to the first degre of their diuine habitation Hence it is that S. Paul cryed out That the eye hath neuer seene the Glory which God hath prepared for the iust Whatsoeuer Saints haue said heerof may not be taken for so much as a meere delineation of its Image And when the Angels should euen descend froÌ„ the Heauens to speake to vs therof whatsoeuer they were able to say were not the least portioÌ„ of that which it is It is wel knowne that Beautitude coÌ„sists in beholding God and that in his vision the Soule doth find its soueraigne good yet for al that were this as good as to say nothing for howbeit one may imagine a thing sweet agreeable and perfectly delicious in the contemplatioÌ„ of this diuine Essence yet were it impossible this good imagined should haue any manner of relation with the Soueraigne which is inseparable to this Glory Let vs search within the power of Nature the extreme pleasures which it hath produced in the world hitherto from our Natiuity and their Flowers shal be changed at the same tyme into thornes if but compared to those plants of Felicity which grow in the Heauens Gold Pearles the Zephyrus the Aurora the Sunne the Roses Amber Muske the Voyce Beauty with all the strang allurements that Art can produce for to charme our senses with to rauish our Spirits are but meere Chimera's and vaine shadowes of a body of pleasure formed through dreames in equality to the least obiect of contentmeÌ„t which they receiue in Paradise Which makes me repeate againe those sweet words with S. Paul When shall it be Lord that I dy to my selfe for to go liue in you And with that great other Prophet I languish o Lord in expectation to see you in the mansion of your Eternall glory What Contentment my Soule to see God! If the only thought of this good so rauish vs with ioy what delights must the Hope produce and with what felicities are they not accomplished in its possession The Spirit is alwaies in extasy the Soule in rauishment and the senses in a perfect satiety of their appetits Dissolue then O Lord this soule from my body for I dye alwaies through sorrow of not dying soone inough for to go to liue with you When as those two faithfull Messengers brought equally betweene their shoulders that same goodly bunch of Grapes from the land of Promise the fruit so mightily encouraged the people of Israell to the Conquest thereof which had produced the same that all fell a sighing in expectation of the last Triumph Let vs turne the Medall and say that S. Stephen and S. Paul are those two faithfull Messengers of this land of Promise since both of them haue tasted of the fruit haue brought to Mortals the happy newes thereof So as if in effect we would behold another Grape let vs mount with S. Peter vp to the Mounth Thabor where our Sauiour made the Apparition through the splendour of the Glory which enuironed him And it is to be noted they were two to bring this fruit since there were two Natures vnited to one Person only So as my Soule if curiosity and doubt transport thy Senses to behold the body of those beautifull Shadowes of Glory which I represent to thee harkeÌ„ to S. Stephen while he assures thee that he saw the Heauens open Lend thine eare to the discourses of S. Paul when he saith How all which he had felt of sweets and pleasures in that bower of felicity cannot be expressed because it cannot be comprehended The desire which S. Peter had to build three Tabernacles vpon this mountayne all of light enforceth thee to giue credit and belieue through this shew of fruit that the soyle that beares it abounds in wonders And that thus we are to passe the Red-sea of torments and of paynes within the Arke of the Crosse of our Sauiour for to land at the Port of all those felicities They are put to sale my Soule so as if thou shouldest say to me what shold be giuen to buy the same demaund them of thy Creatour since he it is that first set price vpon them on the mouÌ„t Caluary The money for them is Patience in aduersity Humility in Greatnesses Chastity in presence of prophane obiects and finally the Exercise of all vertues together in the world where Vice so absolutely reigneth And if thou wilt buy theÌ„ with that Money which is most currant and wherof God himselfe made vse thou art to take thee to the Scourges the Nayles the Thornes and the Gaul and by a definitiue sentence to condemne thy lyfe to the sufferance of a thousand euills But let it not trouble thee awhit to pronounce this Sentence agaynst thy selfe for if thou cast thy selfe into the burning fornace of diuine loue thou shalt find the three Innocents there in coÌ„pany with the sonne of God where for to sing forth his glory thou shalt beare thy
in his glorious actiōs build thee a Temple within thy selfe where ech moment of thy lyfe thou mayst addresse to him vowes thou art to make for Eternity since the goodly Pallaces of his dwelling are of proof against the inconstancy of the world If the imagination could attract to it selfe all the obiects in distance from it to represent them in an instant before thy eyes how many mischiefes should we behould How many Deathes and how many dying liues They hould there is no vacuity in nature I will easily belieue it since miseries seeme to take vp all This is the accident so inseparable to man and which accompanies him to his Graue Euery one hath his dolours affected in like sort as his pleasures are but some ripen as they put forth and others gather strength in their feeblenes to eternize their durance How dreadfull would this Theater of the world seeme to be if one should behold all the Tragedies which are acted therin Phirra quenches her fury with her fathers bloud Eumenides is reuenged of her mother through poyson Curtius buryes his brother within his cradle Pernesius plucks out the eyes of his sister Etna And Symocles being an enemy to his race sets the Pallace on fire where his parents were assembled and I should thinke the fire of his choller was the first sparke of that consuming fire Nero seekes nourishment for to satisfy his cruelty in the bowels of his mother but God permitted the Executioners should hold the place of delinquēts on the day of their death when they gaue vp their lyfe to the assaults of a thousand dolours a great deale more cruell then Death it selfe Consider all these dismall accidents my Soule which happen euery moment One is consumed with fire as Pliny another is hanged as Polycrates heere one is cast downe headlong as Lycurgus there was another burned with a thunder-bolt like Esculapius There haue some been drowned in the sea as Marcus Marcellus Curtius was swallowed vp in a bottomeles pit Eschyllus the Philosopher had his head crushed with a Tortesse shell Cesar was slaine by such as he tooke to be his friends Cicero's head was cut off vpon the boot of his caroch Euripides was deuored by dogs Cleopatra died with the sting of a serpent or rather with that of her despaire Socrates is poysoned Aristo dieth of famine Seneca through the point of a launcet Cold tooke away the lyfe from Neocles Tarquinius Priscus was strangled with a fish-bone Lucia the daughter of Aurelius dyes with the point of a needle Elacea drownes her lyfe in the ice of a glasse of water Anacreon is choked with swallowing but the kernell of a raysin And Fabius the Pretour suffered shipwracke in a messe of Milke and the encounter with a little hayre was the Rocke he fell vpon Sophocles and Diagoras dyed of ioy and Philemon with too much laughing as well as Zeuxis Fabius Maximus dyed in the field as Lepidus I will nor make vse of the examples of our ages since they are so fresh and it sufficeth that their memory is as sad as odious Thou seest then my Soule how death disportes himselfe with Crownes Thou seest how he tramples Scepters vnder foot how in the presse of the world his Sith spareth not any one Such a one to day lynes Contented who to morrow shall dye Miserable One moment onely seuers vs from death and mishap there is no other respit betweene lyuing and dying then that of an instant which makes me verily to belieue that Being and not Being in man differ not awhit since he lyues not but dying and moues not but to bound his actions in the Tombe whither he postes without stop Earth Who art but Earth Earth within the cradle Earth in the course of lyfe and Earth in the end Stay a while and if Time which leades thee will not suffer it consider in so hasting to the funerall how the Earth goes to ioyne with Earth and that whatsoeuer is in the world doth follow step by step to resume its first forme in the dust They would faine haue made Iob belieue on his dunghill that he had lost all and that in his losse he was brought to the last point of misery but I imagine the contrary for he sitting on his dunghill was found to be in his proper heritage and by how much deeper he was buryed in corruption so much was he the forwarder in the possession of himselfe if it be true that man is nought but mire and durt Let Kings make a shew of their Greatnesses eyther in feasts as Lucullus or in apparrell as Tiberius or be it in other sorts of Magnificences all their instruments of glory are of Earth and vanish into smoke as well as they If the ashes of Kings and Subiects were mingled together it were impossible to distinguish the one from the other since they are all of the same Nature and al carrying the face of a like forme The greatest Monarches are men for Death This flash of life which so dazels the eyes of subiects fades away like the beauty of the rose at the setting of the Sunne How many Kings haue there beene in the world since the birth thereof and yet were it impossible to find out the least marke of their Tombes whiles some are buryed in the Ocean as Lertius others in the flames as Hermasonus some heere in gulfes as Lentellinus others there in the ample spaces of the aire where their dust is scattered as that of Pauzenas King of the Locrians And of all together can there hardly be griped an handfull of dust so true it is they are turned to their nothing Ah! how now my Soule wilt thou see buried with a dry eye whatsoeuer Nature hath more faire the Earth more rich Art more precious Wilt thou see dye euery moment the subiects of thy Loue or rather a part of thy selfe through the alliance thou hast made with the body without abating thy vanity and humbling thy arrogancy What expects thou in the world if all its goods be false and euills true There is no assurance to be found but in Death nor consolation to be had but constantly to suffer its Misery Honours they are all of smoke Glory of wind Greatnesses of Snow and riches of Water sliding from one to another without being possessed of any Repose is not to be had but in imagination pleasure but in a dreame The Thornes spring continually and the Roses blow without cease Sweetnes makes but its passage only heere and bitternes his whole abode If this soyle do bring forth flowers they are but of Cares if it beare fruit they are but Peares of Anguish Teares are heere continuall because the anoyes are alwayes present Ioy is not seene but running and sadnes makes heere a full stop It is a place where Piety is banished as well as Iustice and where Vices reigne and Vertue is made a thrall Where the fires of Concupiscence do burne and
to put him to silence in so much as his teares and sighes are feigne to speake for him to his dying daughter who makes him answere in the same language both of the eyes hart without being able to let fall a word Her mother hath her eyes glued vpon her pale and diffigured countenance and in this dumbe action of hers whereto an excesse of dolour hath brought her she suffers a great deale more payne to see her dye then she had pangs before to bring her forth And so in order al those that loued her and whome she dearely loued came in to yield her this last duty of visit But howbeit they premeditated somewhat to say vnto her their tongues became mute at their approch and their eyes made supply of discourse in their fashion For what meanes is there to speake in a dolefull place where Death goes imposing an eternall silence The Priest approacheth to the bed with a Crucifix in his hand which he presents to this foule sicke wretch she takes it with a trembling hād knowing it to be the Crosse whereupon the Omnipotent Iudge was nayled If she cast her eyes vpon his Crowne of Thornes she drawes them into her hart by her lookes in remembring the roses which she had deliciously troad vnder her feet during her lyfe But there is now no more tyme to be carying the same into the soule because her senses as halfe dead are vnsensible of their prickings If she reguard the visage of this her Sauiour all couered with comtempt she sinckes downe with the confusion of the outrages that she hath done to herself remembring the guilty care which she hath taken in playstering her face of earth and ruyning in that manner with a sacrilegious hand the sacred workmanship of heauen and of Nature and for hauing imployed the better part of her tyme in these errours to the disparagement of her soule as if the same were corruptible like the body The torments which her God and her Iudge hath suffered for her vpon this Crosse which she holds in her hand and which she neuer had borne in her hart do shamefully vpbrayd her now for the delights of her lyfe Then falls she a sighing at it but her sighs of wind are taken but for wind she weepes thereat but her teares of water are taken but for a litle water since she cannot wipe away the blot of her crymes because their spring deriues not from the hart and that her teares proceed from the feare of present death rather then from a sorrow of lyfe past There need no other witnesses to condemne her withall then the wounds of her Sauiour for as he had suffered all the paines of the world so she had tasted all the pleasures Alas if she could but turne backe againe and returne to the midst of the course of her life if her words might haue the same vertue which those of Iosue had for to cōmaund the Sunne to returne backe agayne to its East to affoard her leasure to do penaunce in is it not credible my Dames but that she would be dipping the bread of her nourishment within the water of her teares for to bewayle her sins But that is in vayne to desire the returne of life since she must dy and the houre is already strook Alas how many liuing deathes deuoure this poore body before her life be snatched away at last What strange torment seemes to racke her soule she dyes with sorrow for not being able to liue any longer and notwithstanding euery moment of life is to her an age of dolour She is so engulfed in tormēts as she imagines that all the afflictions in the Earth are assembled in her Chamber or rather in her Soule since now she is brought into extremes through the force of anguish Sorrow for the past apprehension of the future horrour of the Sepulcher and the vncertainty she is in of her saluatiō do hould her spirit continually on the racke That little which she sees is but to bid Adieu to the light that little which she vnderstands is for her last and being thus brought into this extremity now it is when the diuel lets her see to the life the pourtrait of all the offences which she hath euer committed to the end the enormity of them being ioyned with their number might make her to turne her face to despaire To make yet an exact Confession all her Spirits are in disorder and the powers of her Soule so feeble as they can serue but for resentment of her euills She would fayne speake but a mortall stuttering with-holdes her tongue halfe tyed and on the other side the smart of the payne which she suffers is so sharpe as she cannot open the mouth but to cry A dolour without cease torments her continually her dying life is wandring euery moment in the punishments she is in when she finds her selfe it is but to loose her selfe agayne in her syncopes which are the forerunners of her Death The eyes bolt out of her head as if they had this knowledge that they were vnprofitable vnto her her mouth awry and halfe open giues passage by the eye vnto her bowells to behold the torments she is in It is now tyme my Dames you present her with a Mirrour for to employ her last reguards on the sad contemplation of the dreadfull ruines of her beauty what faces makes she the while her hideous looke affrights not only little children but euen likewise the most couragious Behold your selues my Dames within this glasse if you will but apparantly see the faults which are hiddē vnder your own from point to point or rather vnder the Spanish white wherewith you are paynted Behold into what estate are reduced your alluremēts your charmes your sweetnesses and your bayts which you so put in the rancke of adorable things These are no Fables no Illusions nor Enchantements these you haue seen the other day this foule dying wretch with a lustre of beauty that dazeled all the world who to day seemes to mooue you to pitty and horrour at once Marke well all her actions but quickned with dolour and dread these are the true examples of those which you shall one day suffer it may be to morrow or euen to day who knowes And then dare you waxe so proud of your beauty as you do while the crust thereof is now thus broken as you see in the presence of so many persons who haue seene how the inside was all but full of corruption In this meane while the sicke person dyes by litle and litle It is now tyme to make the funerall of those fayre eyes since their light is thus extinct The Priest may cry in her eares long inough for death hath taken vp his lodging there and euery one knowes that she is deafe Her hands her feet are without motion as well as without heat the hart seemes to beate as yet but it is onely to bid Adieu to the Soule which is
יהוה Annos aeternos in mente habui Memorare nouissima tua THE SWEETE THOVGHTS OF DEATH and Eternity Written by Sieur de la Serre AT PARIS 1632. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE HENRY NEVILL BARON OF ABERGAVENY SYR YOV may behold heer a sensles Statue made to the Life but vvithout Life till the Promethean Fire of your vvell knovvn piercing Iudgment gracing it giue it a true subsistence It hath a Mouth vvithout VVords VVords vvithout Spirit till you the Mecaenas through your Honours gracious acceptation affoard it strength energy As for the Heart expressed in the pure Intentiō of this Addresse to your Honour it is vvholy yours nor needs the spoiles of feigned Deityes to giue it breath to make it more your ovvne then novv it is Or rather if you please you haue heer tvvo nevv-borne Tvvins put forth thus naked as you see into the vvide VVorld to shift for themselues and like to be forlorne vnles your Lordship pittying their pouerty take thē into your Honourable Patronage and safe Protection France hath had the happinesse to giue them their first birth your Honour shall haue the trouble to afford them a secōd That to haue bred a Spirit able to conceiue and bring forth such issues And your Lordship through your noble Fauour to make them free Denizens of this Kingdome Or lastly to speake more properly I heer present your Lordship vvith the Svveet Thoughts of Death and Eternity expressed in our tongue Not to vndertake to make that svveet vnto you vvhich othervvise vvere bitter vvho through a fayr preparation of a Christian and vertuous life haue confidence inough to looke grim Death in the face and vvith good serenity of conscience to vvayt on Eternity but rather that your Lordship vvould please to commend the same to others of like quality vvho follovving the vogue of the allurements pleasures and delights of this vvorld may haue need of such noble Reflections as Monsieur de la Serre Authour of this VVorke vvell versed vvith people of that ranke hath learnedly and piously shevved to this more free and dissolute age So shall your Honour do a charitable vvork of mercy the vvorld be edified and I vvell satisfied to haue put to my hand Your Honours most humbly and truly deuoted H. H. THE TABLE OF CHAPTERS Chap. 1. OF the sweet Thoughtes of Death pag. 1. Chap. 2. What Pleasure it is to thinke of Death pag. 6. Chap. 3. That there is no contentment in the world but to thinke of Death pag. 22. Chap 4. That it belongeth but only to good Spirits to thinke continually of Death pag. 30. Chap. 5. How those spirits that thinke continually of Death are eleuated aboue all the Greatnesse of the Earth pag. 41. Chap. 6. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Alexander the Great pag. 50. Chap. 7. He that thinkes alwayes of Death is the Richest of the world pag. 61. Chap. 8. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Cresus pag. 66. Chap. 9. That he who thinkes alwaies of Death is the Wisest of the world pag. 73. Chap. 10. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Salomon pag. 80. Chap. 11. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Helena pag. 90. Chap. 12. That of all the Lawes which Nature hath imposed vpon vs that same of Dying is the sweetest pag. 113. Chap. 13. How Worldings dye deliciously without euer thinking thereof pag. 119. Chap. 14. Goodly Considerations vpon this important verity That whatsoeuer we do we dye euery houre without cease pag. 124. Chap. 15. The Tombe of the pleasures of the Sight pag. 127. Chap. 16. The tombe of the Pleasures of the Sense of Hearing pag. 130. Chap. 17. The Tombe of the other Pleasures that are affected to the Senses p. 132. Chap. 18. How he who hath imposed the Law of death vpon vs hath suffered all the paynes therof together pag. 135. Chap. 19. The pleasure which is found in Liuing well for to Dye content pag. 143. Chap. 20. The Picture of the Life and Death of a sinfull Soule pag. 148. Chap. 21. A goodly Consideration and very important both for lyfe and death pag. 159. THOVGHTS OF ETERNITY The Triumph of Death pag. 3. The Glory of Paradise pag. 55. Of the Infernall Paynes pag. 190. The Houre of Death pag. 145. Of the svveet Thoughtes of Death CHAP. I. THERE are no sweeter Thoughtes then those of Death Spirits being raysed to the knowledge of Diuine thinges do euer occupy themselues in counting the tyme of their banishment in this strange Land where we sigh vnder the burden of our Euils Slaues liue not but of the hope to see themselues at liberty their prisons and their irons are obiects both of horrour and dread which put their soules vpon the racke The Sun shines not for them at all and all the sundry pleasures agreable to their senses changing their nature serue but to afflict them So as in their captiuity they breath the ayre of a dying lyfe whose moments last for ages We are those slaues so enchained within the prison of our bodies as exiled from the paradise of our delights where the first innocency of our parents had established vs a Mansion so true it is their disobedience hath changed our bodies into prisons and the delightes of our Soules into thraldome What feelings then may we haue in this seruile condition whereunto we are brought but those of an extreme dolour and bitter sorrow to see our selues depriued of the Soueraygne God where Soules do find the accomplishment of their rest The harts being holily enamoured speake so sweet a language both of sighes sobbs in the absence of that they loue as if the Angels were touched with enuy they would desire to learne it to make therof a new Canticle of glory in their Eternity Of all the dolours that may tyrannize a soule such as know what it is to loue find not a more intollerable then that of the absence of the Subiect with they loue perfectly indeed And if it be true that affections draw their force from their merit what should our loue be towards this Sauiour whose perfection so wholy adorable cannot brooke comparison but with thēselues And how be it this great God be infinitly louely yet would he needs be borrowing a hart of nature to resent the draughts of our loue to dye on the Crosse of their woundings What excesse of goodnes How may they resist the sweet strokes of his mercy He espouses our Condition for to suffer all the miseryes therof sinne and ignorance only remayning without power agaynst his person in so much as dying he changed the countenance of death and makes it so beautifull as generous harts at this tyme sigh not but in expectation of their last sigh since euen the selfsame moments that lead vs to the Tombe conduct vs also to immortality The paynes which my Sauiour hath suffered on Mount Caluary haue beene fruitfull to bring forth diuers punishments in fauour of the infinite number of Martyrs who
if they were quite blind Needs must the charmes of their pleasures be strong to make them insensible to that which toucheth them so neere S. Augustin sayd how the greatnesses of the world aspersed a kind of leprosy on the soule which euen benummed all the senses of the greatest Potentats of the earth In effect all their sighes all their actions do but carry the countenance of Death with them yet perceyue they no whit therof A strange thing To liue and not to thinke of lyfe at any tyme or rather of Death since to liue and dy is but one thing It is yet true notwithstanding that we dye without euer thinking of death wherin do we spoile our selues of the sweetest contentments of lyfe because our whole felicity consists in dying well and the meanes to incurre a glorious death is alwaies to thinke of the miseries of lyfe to the end to be encouraged through hope to possesse the eternall glory which is promised vnto vs. We do naturally loue our selues with so strong affections that all the powers of the world are not able to burst the chaynes thereof But what more mighty proofes may we affoard of this verity then that of thinking continually of Death since the same is the day of our Triumph When shall I begin to liue not to dye for euer sayth the Royall Prophet Our lyfe is a continuall combat and the day of our Death is that of our Victorie All the Martyrs though they were in the thickest of the fight and alwaies in the action of defending themselues yet in this warre of the world thought themselues very happy to find the occasion where they might make to appeare the last endeauours of their courage in the midst of torments for that they found in Death the crowne of immortall lyfe O sweet lyfe and cruell the attendāce As often as we carry our thoughtes beyond nature and euen to Heauen our spirit remaines wholy satisfyed therewith because that in this diuine pitch where it sees it selfe eleuated aboue it selfe it begins to liue the lyfe of Angells The earth is in contempt with it and when the chaynes of it's body fall off in their first condition it suffers their tyranny through constraint So that if it be permitted vs at all moments to abādon the world in thought to haue thereby some feeling of heauenly delights should we be our enemies so farre as to contemne these diuine pleasures in groueling without cease in our miseryes while the only meanes to be touched with it is to thinke on Death since there is no other way in lyfe to fynd the felicity we seeke for We may piously say that the Virgin purest most holy liued on earth a lyfe litle differing from that lyfe which is liued in Heauen her spirit all diuine intertayned it selfe alwayes with the Angels or rather with God himself while she had the glory of bearing him within her sacred wombe or in her armes In so much as her life was a voluntary Death all of loue seeing that through loue she tooke no pleasure but to dye so to possesse more perfectly the onely obiect of her lyfe She prized not her dayes but in the expectation of their last night as knowing its darknes was to produce the brightnes of an eternal day wherof herselfe had beene the Aurora O how sweet would it be to be able to liue in that sort for to dye deliciously It is not a life truly immortall to be alwayes thinking of death if death afford vs immortality How fastidious is the life of the world the Prophet cryes Let vs now then be ioyning our voyce to his cryes and say that death only is to be wished for All the holy Soules which in imitation of my Sauiour haue adorned thēselues with thornes haue been turning the face to the tombwards there to gather Roses With death it is where they termine their dearest hopes So as if they liue content it is not but through the sweet hope which they haue to dye O yee prophane Spirits who sacrifice not but to voluptuousnes pull off the hood of passion that thus blinds you to destroy those aultars of Idolatry whereon you immolate your selues without thinking of it for punishment of your crymes If you will know the true pleasure indeed it consists of thinking of Death as of the Spring that produceth our delights Our Crownes are at the end of their cariere nor shall we euer come to possesse the Soueraygne God to which we aspire with so much feruour and vnrest but by the way of Death When shall I cease to lyue with men sayth Dauid He is euen troubled amidst the greatnesses of the earth His Scepter and his Crowne are so contemptible to him as he would willingly change his Throne with the dunghill of Iob on condition to dye with his constancy To liue is no more then to be sequestred from that which one loues and after God what may we loue After him what may we desire So as if now these holy affections these diuine wishes cannot looke on glory but in passing by the Sepulcher let vs thinke continually on Death as of the way we take which we are yet to make This is the onely meane to render vs content for that these thoughtes are inseparable from the eternall felicity which is promised vs. That it belongeth but only to good Spirits to thinke continually of Death CHAP. IIII. SVCH as know the Art of familiarizing death with life through continual remēbrance of their end do neuer change the countenance in any perils They looke to resume both their bloud and life at once with the same eyes they behold the things which are agreable to them so as they remayne inuincible in their miseryes through the knowledge they haue of their condition Wounds neuer hurt their soules and all the maladies wherewith they may be touched afflict but their body only Their good Spirit habituated with the ordinary encounter of a thousand sad accidents inseparable from life tasts their bitternes in its turne and feeles their thornes without any murmuring The end of all actions ought to be the first ayme of the iudgement that conceiues them if it will shun the griefe of hauing done them So as from the tyme that we are capable of reason are we to serue our selues of it to consider the necessity of our mortall and transitory condition that the continuall obiect of our end may serue as a condition meanes to arriue happily thereunto The wiser sort are those who repent at least for that which they haue done true wisedome consists in not cōmitting folly And what more great may a man admit thē that to neuer thinke of death since it is the end where all our actions receiue their prize or payne Remember thou Death the Wisemā sayth and thou shalt neuer syn O glorious remembrāce who raisest vs to so high a degree of honour as neuer to offend God which is the only
perfection of the Soule next to the knowing him and louing him withall O glorious remembrance which changest our frayle and guilty Nature into one which is wholy innocent O glorious remembrance that makest vs deliciously to breath the ayre of Grace since they liue in the estate to dye euery hower for to liue eternally O glorious remembrance which on earth makest vs the inhabitants of Heauen O glorious remembrance where the Spirit finds both its Good and repose When I represent to my selfe the pittiful estate of our Condition I am afrayd of my selfe for disasters and miseryes do so attend vs at the heeles as there is almost no medium betweene dying and lyuing We sigh without cease the whole ayre we breath our very being that so tumbles alwayes towards its end wisheth not but it s not being whither euery instant leades it without intermission What better thoughtes may we now conceiue then of these verities since it is too true that we are borne vnhappy for to liue miserable vntill the point of dying And the only meane to change this misery into happines is euery moment to thinke vpon it for feare of falling euer into neglect or forgetfulnes of our selues There are feeble Spirits who dare not carry their thoughts vnto the end of the cariere of their life they euen faynt in the mid way their shadow affrights them they feare euery thing they imagine without considering the obiect of their feare subsists not but in their fancy only and how by that meanes to become ingenious to torment themselues To feare death is to feare that which is not since it is but a mere priuatiō and to haue a further feare of the thought is to fly the shadow of his shadow which is nothing Wherein these Spirits do but feed their owne weaknes liuing in death and dying in their life without dreaming once of Death But what goodly matter will they say so to mayntaine their errour for one to thinke of that which naturally all the world abhors Is it not to be miserable inough to be borne and to lyue dye in myseries without one be burying his spirit before his Body through the continual memory of his end It is euen as much as to make ones selfe vnhappy before hand so to dreame of the euils which we cānot auoyd It is inough to endure thē constantly when they arriue without going to meet with thē as if it could euer arriue too late Feeble apparences of Reason Admit that Nature abhorres Death as the ruine of this strait vniō of the body with the soule know we not also how this nature blind in all its passions and brutish in all its feelings takes alwayes the false good for the true not being able to worke but by the Senses which as materiall take its part To belieue now that our miseryes augment by this thought that we lyue dye miserable were much while on the cōtrary we do blunt the point of their thornes in so thinking of them in regard this continuall consideration of our misfortunes in this life makes vs to take the way of vertue for the attayning one day the glory and felicity of the other To imagine it also to be a griefe to dreame assiduously of Death as of an ineuitable euill is a meere imaginatiō which cannot subsist but within it selfe For we are neuer to thinke of Death but as of a necessary good rather then of an infallible euill since otherwise it i◠nothing of it selfe We should only represent to our selues that we are to change both condition and life and how this change can be no wayes made but at the end of our course whither we are continually running and that without pause awhit Our being of it selfe destroyes it selfe by little and litle withall things els of the world besides It is a funerall Torch burning by a Sepulcher that shines as long as the wax of our body lasts while euen the least blast of disaster is able to extinguish it for euer For howbeit the earth be large and spacious yet hath it noe voyd place in its whole extent but where to point euery one his Tombe euen as nature which though fruitfull of it selfe to produce many wonders yet finds an impotency withall to engender twice its lyuing workes The Fables informe vs well how Euridice was delyuered from her chaines in Hell but not from her prison she had the power to approach vnto the bounds of the dismall place of her captiuity but not to set her selfe at liberty So as if the Poets within the Empire which they haue established to themselues haue religiously held this inuiolable law of not to be able to dye twice with what respect ought we to adore the truth so knowne to euery one and so sensible to all the world And the knowledge which we haue thereof should vncessantly draw our pirits to these thoughtes to the end they sstray not in the labyrinths of sin which is the only Death of the Soule When I represent to my selfe the faces which these men of the world do make when they are spoken to of Death I haue much ado to belieue they are capable of reason since they faile thereof in the consideration of this important verity that they are but meere putrefaction and a little dust ready to be cast into the wind in the twinckling of an eye That walke they where they will they but trample their Tombe vnderfoote since the earth seemes to chalēge its earth whereof they are moulded and framed They shut their eares to the discourses that are made to them of Death which they are one day to incurre and open them to hearken to the Clocke whose houres minutes insensibly cōduct them into the Sepulcher whither willingly they would neuer go In so much as howbeit they are hasting euery moment to death yet they dare not be casting their eyes on the way they hould as if the sight could forward their paces wherin truly I can not abide nor excuse their pusillanimity since the danger whereinto they put themselues produceth an irreparable domage This same is an infallible maxime That such as neuer dreame of death do neuer thinke of God forasmuch as one cannot come at him but by Death onely On the other-side not to thinke euer of the end which should crowne our workes were as much as to contemne the meanes of our Saluation and so to forget our Sauiour who with his proper lyfe hath ransomed ours The eye cannot see at one and the selfe same tyme two different obiects in distance one from the other The lyke may we say of the Spirit though it's powers be diuerse yet can it not fasten its affections vpon two subiects at once vnequall and seuerall one from the other If it loue the Earth then is Heauen in contempt with it if it haue an extreme passion of selfe-loue to its lyfe the discourses of death are dreadfull to it And by how much it sequesters it selfe
without euer being touched with other enuy then to finish readily his voyage to make exchange for Death with a life exempt from Death So as we may wel mainteyne that he who is alwaies thinking of Death is the richest in the world seeing that euen such thoughts only may make him to purchase the treasure of Eternity wherein consists our soueraigne Good A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Cresus CHAP. VIII YOV Rich-men of the world who know no other God then Gold and Siluer come and see the treasures which the greatest King of the Earth hath carryed with him into the Tombe And this is the mighty King Cresus to whome the mines serued him for a Coffer the Indyes for a Cabinet and the Ocean for a new riuer of Pactolus where he vainely endeauoured to quench the thirst of his guilty auarice and of his most haughty ambition Represent vnto your memory his passed greatnesses and behould now his present miseries If you thinke of the riches of his life all of roses consider the pouerty of his Death all of thornes If you remember the magnificences of his Court turne the lease at the same tyme to see the horrours of this his dismall solitude If you muse yet on the rich ornaments of his golden Pallace see contemplate through your teares the corruptiō which is inclosed with him in the Tombe If you haue seene him seated on the highest top of greatnesses behold him now with the same eye abased on the dunghill of misery He hath liued he hath reigned as an Idoll within the Temple of Fortune on the proudest Altar of Vanity but the torch of his life is put out the date of his reigne is expired the Temple of his glory is demolished the Aultar of his Empire is destroyed and this carkasse which you see is the Idol that serues as a prey vnto the wormes Gobrias do thou cause thy selfe to be drawne heere by thy Lyons on thy Chariot of massy Gold before thou dyest The deceiptfull glasses of thy goodly Mirrours hide from thine eyes the truth of thy defects let thee see but the guilded case of thy rich apparences On the other side they but represent to thee by halfes while this Sepulcher shal depaynt them forth to thee at large with the same draught and with the selfe same lineaments which Nature hath markt vpon thy body from the moment of thy birth In comming hither to visit this place thou shalt not stray awhit out of thy way since euery moment of Tyme directs thy steps vnto the Sepulcher Enter a little into the knowledge of thy selfe and reuert from thy wandering Thou reposest for the most vpon a Couch all of gold And what pleasure takest thou the while to passe some nights vpon this bed of Flowers since thou must lodge so long a tyme vpon a clod of earth wherof thou art framed moulded thou takest al thy repasts vpō a siluer Table thou seest this carkasse wherof thou art the originall how it serues for a table meate all at once for the wormes to feed on Why dost thou prize so much thy treasures Behould to what estate is he brought who hath possessed all those of the World At his birth he had for portion all the good of the earth and in dying he hath inherited all the miseries of nature Imagine that which he hath had and see what is left him He hath purchased al yet possesseth nothing nor canst thou auoyd his lot whilest thou holdest the same way of his life hence it is that I point thee out thy sepulcher all ready within his Tombe Policrates come see the coffer of the Treasures of Cresus to glut thy couetous appetite with all his rotten bones I meane whose marrow the wormes deuoure the stench of this prey couered with a linnen sheet newly weft together with the infection Behold now all which this mighty King was able to saue from the Shipwracke of his lyfe and riches al together These are the lamentable relickes as well of his Maiesty as of his greatnesses and thou runst into danger of the same rockes so sayling in a lyke sea if thou change not the Pylot Take profit then frō the domage of another mayster thy brutish passions that prepare for thine enemies the triumph of thy lyfe And thou Lucullus come and visit the Sepulcher of this great Prince before thou vnpeoplest the ayre of birds the land of sauage beasts and the sea of fishes if thou wilt see displayed the vanity of thy enterprises Thou takest a glory while thy life lasts to afford entertainement to all the world Behould awhile how thou art like to be intreated after thy death Cause thy tables to be furnished with meats the most delicious that are yet of necessity must all the company serue one day as a last course for the wormes Let thy festiuall dayes hould out for a whole yeare together the Sun which shines vpon thee will not fayle to conduct al thy bāquetting ghests into the Sepulcher In such sort as looke how the tyme deuoures it selfe so likewise doest thou seeme to deuoure thy life by little and little with the same food that doth nourish and mainteyne it What reckoning canst thou make of al the glory of thy prodigious magnificences if it haue no other foundation with it then that of corruption For al the proud preparations of thy Feasts do metamorphoze themselues into infection with thy miserable subiects which haue caused the expence You mercinary Soules who are not capable of loue but for your treasures nor of passion but to make you Idolaters of them you stand counting your Crownes euery day and you keep no account by order of a wise foresight of the small tyme which is left you to enioy the same To what end serues you your Booke of accompts where you reckon vp the summes which are due vnto you if you want vnderstāding to calculate that which you owe to your conscience whose interests termine themselues eyther to your losse or safety You vnbury the gould and siluer out of the earth not considering the while that you are going to occupy their place in the same earth You buy with their money the pleasures of your lyfe and you sell those of your death for lyuing in delightes you dye in torments Know you not that whatsoeuer is on earth is but Earth Wherefore tye you then your affections so to that which you cannot loue without hating your selfe what will you do when you dye with your treasures I doubt very much you wil leaue them to your children but yet the crymes which you haue committed in procuring thē shall stil be abiding with you so as to make your Heires passe deliciously this life you shall loose the eternal which is promised vs. You damne your selues for them as you were not borne but for others Quit the world before it quit you bid an eternall adieu to its vanityes Cresus was all gould as you
is the frailest in the world is not so frayle as your nature is whatsoeuer is more variable heere beneath is not so changeable as your being is I dare hardly eye you any long tyme for feare least euen while I looke vpon you you vanish from my eyes since you dye euery hower Flatter not your selues my Dames before your Glasse your body is euen iust of the same nature with the shaddow which you see therin You are indeed nothing But if you force me to say you are somthing you are a meere dunghill couered with snow a sinke of infection enuironed with flowers a rich coffer full of wormes and in a word an abridgement of all the miseryes of the world You Courtiers take a pride forsooth for hauing caryed away a thousand Fauours froÌ„ the hands of Ladies either through the force of your spirit or thorugh the charms of your subtilties One bragges for hauing enthralled a Lady with the chaynes of her owne hayre Another for inueagling a new Mistresse in his loue through letters written with his owne haÌ„d There one more perfect theÌ„ the rest shal be publishing his triumphes Heere another more happy yet shal auouch al his passioÌ„s to haue beene crowned There shal not faile some one that wil be ordinarily busiyng his spirit with these vaine thoughts that he was euen borne into the world to tempt the pudicity of Ladyes so louely he is But let vs pul the wings of this proud one make these bodyes of earth to walke vpon the earth who rayse their Spirits vpon Thrones of smoke belieuing they do well Thou that vauntest thy selfe for enthralling thy mistresse with her owne chaynes what glory it is whiles the hayre which so charily thou keepest within a box of muske are but the rootes of lice which shall putrify in sight and thou shalt sent them anone in despight of al thy powders perfumes So as if thou wilt needs haue me call those wreathes of excremeÌ„ts so full of infection by the name of chaynes they are euen the chaynes which the Deuill put into thy hands to help thee to draw that body which thou hast idolatrized into Hel but takest not heed the while that in drawing it thither they draw thee and haling it thither they hale thee also Behould a trimme peece of Glory to be proud off Thou that hast yet more secret tyes of Friendship with a Lady written with her hand and with her bloud if thou thinkst so thou art rich indeed if thy treasure consist in a peece of paper bespotted ouer blurred with blacke or red yet to heare thee speake of this fauour of hers they would verily say thou possessedst the Empire of the world An intolerable vanity the while For admit that all the fayrest Ladies of the world had signed to thee with their guilty and corrupt bloud that they loued thee perfectly indeed on which side wouldest thou find thy glory in these assurances In so promising their loue to thee they but promise thee to get thee damned since a loue so vnlawfull as that leades soules into Hell And And dost thou make any reckoning of these promises then poore soule All the testimonyes of their passions do witnes thy folly agaynst thy selfe and takest thou pleasure to blind thy selfe with their hood not to see the precipices that beset thee round Thou imaginest it strayght to be a great honour to be fauoured of Ladyes represent to thy selfe what a glory it were for thee that a peece of Clay being quickened with lyfe should seeme to be beloued of a Dunghill Whiles thou becommest thus an Idolatour of a beautifull body thou euen adorest the wormes the infection and corruption it selfe where with it is stuffed What a crime is this And thou Companion of vanity and folly at once that so vauntest thy selfe to haue dispeopled the earth of Myrrhes to crowne thy amourous triumphes withall tell me what is become of this glory and of this contentment which thou seemest to exalt so much I graunt thou hast trampled on flowers But where art thou now If therein thou hast found the way of roses thou shalt enter anone into that of Thornes For this is the order and course of things in the world that Pleasure begets Sorrow Eyther thy delighs are past or present if past thou art already in the Hell of their priuation if present thou art lykewise in another Hell of their cryme and of the apprehension to loose them In so much as which way soeuer thou admirest thy fortune if it be a body misfortune is the shadow What glory doest thou thinke thou hast gotten by the victory of thy guilty enterprises Thou hast peopled Hell with an infinite number of soules Are not these very glorious actions trow you Thou hast lent thy cunning to the euill spirits to deceyue thy neyghbours as if he were not deceaued inough with his owne deceypts and yet still thou braggst thereof thereby â—o heape cryme vpon cryme I summon you Courtiers to appeare in â—hought and imagination vpon the thorny bed where you shall cast forth to the winds â—his breath of life and to represent withal to your self before hand once a day the horrour amazement you shall then haue of your â—elfe when you shal be calling to mind the â—essons of the vanity and folly which you haue giuen to an infinite number of feeble â—pirits whose companions in losse you haue â—uer beene Put off the tyme to this last hower to make your accompt of the fauours which you haue euer receiued from Ladyes if you wil know the true price of them TheÌ„ euen then it is when you shall feele very liuely the assaults of your guilty conscieÌ„ce the crust of your pleasures shal be broken you shall playnely see what lyes within Your spirit vnmasked of the veyle of your passions shall sensibly discerne the truth of its passed offences but there is no more returne to be had vnto life to do pennance in for them You must go further theÌ„ sorrows What sorrow soeuer I am able to expresse is no part of that which you shall suffer All torments whatsoeuer being ioyned together haue not gal inough to compreheÌ„d the least part of the bitternes of that cruell Adieu which is then to be made to the world TheÌ„ it is I say that you shall sigh but not of loue Then it is that you shall play the extasyed and dead person not in presence of your Mistresse but before your crucified Iudge Your tongue so eloquent before shal be then struck dumbe in punishment of your too much speach So as of force shall you court Death in your fashion and according to the sad humour which shall then possesse you You must of necessity be playing your part in this last momeÌ„t vpon the theater of youâ— bed I would be loath for my part to troublâ— the Reader with the faces which you shalâ— make it sufficeth that you imagine the one part and that you
doubt not of the rest Thinke thē of death you Courtiers since the Eternity both of glory payne depends of a moment O sweet and dreadfull moment And you my Dames you belieue you haue conquered an Empire straight as soone as you haue once subiected any spirit to you power to what end do you study so euery day since you learne ech moment but vanity and new lessons of nicenes be it for actiō or grace sake but therein what thinke you to do Your purpose is to wound harts you vndoe soules for when you make a mā passionately in loue with you you do euen make him a Foole. You cannot be taking away his hart without depriuing him of reason And to what extrauagancies is he not subiect the while during the reigne of his passion I would say of his folly You are al which he loues and very often all which he adores what cry me I should thinke it rather to please you then to saue himselfe If he looke vpon the Sun he is but to make comparison betweene the light of your eyes and that of this bewtifull starre which I leaue to you to imagine how farre frō truth He seemes to maynteyne very impudently in scorne of all created things that you are the only wonder of the world and the very abridgemēt of al that nature hath euer made bewtifull which yet no man belieues but he and you If he carry vp his thoughtes to Heauen he compares you to the Angells with these words That you haue all the qualities of them Iudge now without passiō whether these termes of Idolatry do not fully wholy passe sentence to conuince him with a thousand sorts of crymes And yet do you take pleasure to make the Deuill more potent then he is for to cause others to be damned Returne then agayne vnto your selfe and consider how you ought to render an accoumpt one day of all those spirits whose Reason you haue made to wander in the labyrinth of your charmes For she that on earth shall haue subiected the most shal be the greatest slaue in Hell What glory take you to ioyne your charmes with those of the Diuels thereby to draw both bodyes and soules vnto them I attend you at this last moment of your lyfe where your definitiue sentence is to be pronounced Thinke you alwayes of this moment if there be yet remayning in you but neuer so litle sparke of loue for your selues When you shall once haue enthralled all the Kings of the earth there would yet be a great deale more shame then honour in it since all those Kings were no more then meere corruption and infection Thinke of your selues my Dames you are to day no more the same you were yesterday Tyme which deuours all thinges defaceth ech moment the fayrest lineaments of your face nor shall it euer cease to ruine your beauties vntill such tyme as you be wholy reduced to ashes So passeth away the glory of the world all flyes into the Tombe That of all the Lawes which Nature hath imposed vpon vs that same of Dying is the sweetest CHAP. XII FROM the tyme that our first Father had violated the sacred Lawes which God had imposed vpon him Nature as altering her nature would acknowledge him no more for her child Anone she rayseth a tumult against him with all created things The Heauen armes it selfe with thunders to punish his arrogancy The Sunne hides himselfe vnder the veyle of his Eclypses to depriue him of his light The Moone his sister defending his quarrell resolues with her selfe to be often changing her countenance towards him to signify vnto him the displeasure she tooke thereat The Starres being orherwise innocent of nature became malignant of a sudden to powre on his head their naughty influences The Ayre keeping intelligence with the Earth exhales her vapours and hauing changed them into poyson infects therewith the body of that miserable wretch The Birdes take part with them they whet their beakes clawes to giue some assault or other The Earth prepares the mine of its abysses for to swallow him vp if the dread horrour of its trembling were not sufficient to take away his life The sauage beasts stand grinding their teeth to deuoure him The Sea makes an heape of an infinite number of rockes to engulfe him in their waues But this is nothing yet Nature is so set on reuenge against him as she puts on his fellowes to destroy their pourtraite I meane to combat with the shadow of their body in causing them to quench the fire of their rage with their proper bloud In so much as man hath no greater enemy then man himselfe Let vs go forward To continue these euils do miseries enter into the world accompanyed with their sad disastres and followed with despayre griefe sadnes folly rage and a thousand passions besides which do cleane vnto the senses for to seize vpon soules This poore Adam sees himselfe to be besieged on al sidess if he looke vp to Heauen the flash of the lightenings there euen dazles and astonishes him quite the dreadfull noyse of thunder makes him to wish himselfe to be deafe he knowes not what to resolue vpon since he hath now as many enemyes as he had vassals before Adam may well cry mercy for his syn what pardon soeuer he obteyne thereof yet will nature neuer seeme to pardon him for it Whence it is that in compasse also of these ages of redemption it self wherein we breath the ayre of grace we do sigh that same of miseryes So as if there be nothing more certayne according to the experience of our sense then that the Earth is a Galley wherein we are slaues that it is the prison wherin we are enchained and the place assigned vs to suffer the paynes of our crymes in can there possibly be found any soules so cuell to themselues and such enemyes to their owne repose as not to be continually sighing after their liberty after the end of their punishments and the beginning of an eternall lyfe full of pleasures What would become of vs if our lyfe endured for euer with its miseryes if it should neuer haue an end with our euill that it had no bounds or limits no more then we For then should I be condemning the laughter of Democritus and allowing of the continuall teares of his companion since the season would be alwayes to be alwaies weeping and neuer to laugh Then would it be that cryes and plaints would serue vs for pastimes and teares sighes should neuer abandon eyther our eyes or harts But we are not so brought to this extremity of vnhappines The Heauens being touched with compassion of our euills and of the greatnes of our miseryes in giuing vs a cradle for them to be borne in haue affoarded vs a Sepulcher also for to bury them in O happy Tombe that reduceth to ashes the subiect of our flames O happy Tombe where the wormes make an end to
eyther in payne or glory I leaue you to thinke of these important verityes For the pleasures of Touching being of the selfe same nature with the rest and hauing no more solid foundatiō then they we may draw the consequence of the same argumēt with them and conclude how this imaginary pleasure cannot seeeme to cleaue but to weaker spirits who loue only the earth because its obiect is so vile and base as we had need to abase our selues to obserue its aymes Let vs resume the ayres of our former discourses and say that the pleasures of the world do not subsist in the world but through the name onely which is giuen them For in effect they are nothing but a dreame the shadow of a shadow whose body we neuer possesse Such as loue them are not capable of loue since they fix their affections on the pourtraicts onely of imagination and of the Idea's which the wind defaceth euery moment True contentmēt consists in thinking alwayes of death And this is the onely pleasure of lyfe since it termines in the delights of Eternity How he who hath imposed the Law of Death vpon vs hath suffered al the paynes therof together CHAP. XVIII I NOTE an excesse of loue in the History of that great King who being touched with a generous desire to banish vice for euer from his Kingdome to bring in Vertue there to reigne in peace among an infinite number of Lawes which he imposed on his subiects the payne of pulling out the eyes was decreed for his punishment that should violate the most important of thē The ill lucke was that his only Sonne should fall the first into that cryme What shall he do And what shal he resolue vpon For to quit himselfe from the assaults both of loue and pitty which nature gaue him euery moment he could not do since the halfe of his bloud takes away fury from the other halfe What likelihood for one to arme himselfe against himselfe to excite his arme to vengeance to destroy his body He hath no loue but for the guilty how shall he haue passion to destroy him He sees not but by his eyes and how shall he be able to see him blind In fine he sits not on his Throne but to keepe him the place how shall he possibly mount this throne to prononce the sentence of his punishment Of necessity yet the errour must be punished if he wil not soyle the splendour of his iustice which is the richest ornament of his Crowne and the onely vertue that makes him worthy of his Empire Nature assayles him powerfully Loue giues him a thousand batteryes and euen Pitty often wrings the weapons from his hands and yet Reason for all that seemes to carry away the victory There is no remedy but needs must he yield to Nature Loue and Pitty but yet finds he a way to make Iustice triumph in satisfying the law He puls out one of his sonnes eyes for one halfe of the punishment and causes another to be pluckt forth from himselfe for to finish the chasticement What excesse of Goodnes Let vs draw now the mysticall Allegory from this history and say That our Redeemer represents this iust King at such tyme as in the terrestrial Paradise he imposed this law of obedience vnder paine of death vpon man being the Sonne of his hands as the noblest worke of his Creation This man being the first borne becomes lykewyse at that same very tyme the first guilty in contemning the commaundements of his Soueraygne He eats that fatall Apple or rather opens with his murderous teeth that vnlucky box of Pandora stuffed with all manner of euills The punishment euen followes his offence so neere as he instantly incurres the payne of death But what a prodigy of loue The Creator being touched with the miseryes of his creature takes away the rigour of the law without destroying it quite or infringing the same I meane that he seuers death from death in causing the guilty to arise agayne from his ashes for to liue eternally And the meanes wherof he serues himselfe is to dye with him and in the Chalice of his passion to drinke all the bitternes of death for to chāge the nature therof In such sort as this way of death conducts vs now to eternall lyfe O sweet Death a thousand tymes more plesing thē whatsoeuer is most pleasing in the world O sweet Death a hundred and a hundred tymes more delicious then all the pleasures vnited together O sweet Death where the body finds repose the spirit contentmēt the soule its whole felicity O sweet Death the only hope of the afflicted the sole consolation of the wisest and the last remedy for all the euils of the world O sweet Death and a thousand tymes more admirable then his goodnes that imposed the law since through the same very Goodnes he would needs be suffering the paine it selfe for to take away the payne Who durst refuse to drinke in his turne in the Chalice where God himselfe hath quenched his thirst Let vs go thē very holily to Death for to go cheerefully thither is to make loue and vertue lead vs into the sepulcher if we meane to find therein a second cradle where we may be reborne anew neuer to dye any more I cannot forget that goodly Custome of the Egyptians that when as a Sonne being armed with fury should passe to that extremity of cruelty as to take away the life from him who had giuen him the same he incurred this sweet punishment withall to be shut vp for three whole dayes in prison togeather with the body whose Parricide he was I should thinke that such as had imposed the law had this beliefe that the terrible and dreadfull obiect of the cryme was a torment of force inough for the guilty to extort the last teares from his eyes the vtmost playntes from his soule For in effect Nature neuer belyes it selfe it is alwayes it selfe it may well affoard some intermission of loue of pitty but yet at last it snatches the hart from the bowels through a violēce worthy of it selfe Let vs see now the backside of this Meddall so to draw forth the mistery out of this moral verity We represent to day this guilty sonne since we haue put our Redeemer to Death who is the common Father of our soules The punishment which the law of his Iustice hath now imposed vpon vs it to looke cōtinually on this Tree of the Crosse whereon our crymes haue made him to expire for to repayre their enormity withall O sweet punishment For spilling the bloud of him who hath filled our veynes the law exacts no more of vs then teares For hauing nayled him on the Crosse Iustice enioynes vs no other payne then that of nayling our eyes on the same pillar wherupon he is nayled For hauing crowned him with thorns he would haue vs to trample vnder foote the roses of our pleasures In fine
I doubt very much least death do astonish you but if you neuer do thinke vpon it it will astonish you a great deale worse when you shall see it indeed If to liue and dy be but one and the selfe same thing make the Thought of death while you liue so familiar to your selfe that you neuer thinke of any other thing since you neuer do other thing but dy So as if to feare it and neuer to thinke of it do make its visage the lesse hideous I would counsayle you to banish this Thought out of your spirit but so as you be in good estate But on the contrary the forgetfulnes you haue of it makes it so dreadfull vnto you at the least remembrance therof that comes into your mynd as you seeme almost to be in danger of dying by the only feare of dying I cannot abide the weaknes of those spirits who apprehend an euill so much which they cānot auoyd whereas the euill of the feare which they haue is often tymes a great deale more bitter then that which they feare But the only meane to be cured of this feare is to liue alwayes in that of God For the strōgest apprehension of Death proceeds from the great number of the Offences which one hath committed in his life A good man feares rather to liue too long then to dy too soone because he hopes for the recompence of his trauayles at the end of his course whiles the wicked can attend but for the chastizement of his sins So as for to banish this feare from our soule we had need to haue banished the offences thence The innocēt hath no feare but for the iudgement of God this feare is inseparable frō his loue he feares him not but through loue so as this very feare produceth contētment and banisheth sadnes in the meane tyme. I leaue you this truth to meditate vpon that a life of Roses brings forth a death of Thornes Let vs say now for Conclusion of this worke that if one will auoyd this manner of Death he must alwayes be thinking of Death There is nothing more sweet then these thoughts nothing more welcome thē this remembrance Without the thoughts of Death there is no pleasure in life without the thoughts of Death there is no comfort in anoyes without the thoughtes of Death there is no remedy for our euils In fyne to finish all he who is alwayes thinking of Death doth thinke continually of the meanes of attaining eternal life O sweet thoghtes I would not haue my spirit to be capable of a thought but onely to thinke euery moment of death since it is the onely good the onely contentment and the only Repose of lyfe A goodly Consideration and very important both for lyfe and death CHAP. XXI I SHOVLD thinke there were no greater pleasures in the world then to contemne thē all at once since in effect the best spirits do neuer find repose but in the contempt thereof I know well there are certayne chast Pleasures which we cannot misse but as the soule hath its senses affected lyke vnto the body we are to hinder our spirit from mixing its feelings with those of Nature euer feeble and frayle therby not to tast its delights too deliciously Our iudgement hath beene giuen vs as a Torch to guide our steps by our actions and our thoughtes in this sea of the world wherein we are as Slaues in the Galley of our bodyes and the pleasures we seeke therein are the rockes where we find our shipwracke I know well also that we are to be strongly armed for to defend our selues while our proper senses do so warre vpon vs. But in this manner of combat the excesse of payne produceth the excesse of glory let vs breake the crust to see this verity discouered The greatest Saynts and the wisest men haue beene forced to confesse after a thousand proofes of experience that we can not tast any manner of contentment without the grace of God Thou Couetous man in vayne thou rests thy vn-rests on the coffers of thy treasures I deny thee to be held content for if thou reasonest euen reason condemnes thee If thou seruest thy selfe of thy iudgement to be able to do it what argument soeuer thou makest it but fully concludes agaynst thy opinions So as thou cāst neuer enter into the knowledg of thy vayne pleasures without departing from that of thy selfe In a word thou canst not be a man and be content togeather in thy miserable condition since reason and thy contentmēt can neuer subsist in one subiect Thou Ambitious man I would lend thee wings for to fly to the heauens of fortune it seemes to me already that I see thee seated in her throne but looke what greatnes soeuer thou possessest thou dar'st not say for al that thou wert well content for feare the truth should happē to bely thee And knowest thou not how Ambition and Repose do alwayes breake fellowship the one with the other That Pleasure and Feare cannot couple together and that desires as well as hopes do make the soule to be thirsty Represent to thy selfe then the disquietnes which thou findst in thy greatnesses since thy Ambition cannot limit its ayme within their fruition How the pleasures of thy possessiōs are mixt with the feare of their short durance that by vehemently wishing more more thou makst thy selfe vnhappy In such sort as thou maiest not dare to cal thy selfe happy without flattering thy selfe or rather without blushing for shame You Courtiers let me see the pictures of your felicities bring to light what seemes most to afford it the lustre and splendour it hath I graunt that in the midst of the spring tyme of your life loue and fortune with a prodigall hand haue bestowed vpon you what they had most rare beautifull with them yet would you dare to maynteyne with al this that you are content during the reigne of your Empire Whereas if any one haue the boldnes to perswade weake spirits thereunto let him truly recount vs the history of his pleasures I know that he will streight be shewing vs some Roses but I know withall that he wil be hiding the Thornes vnder their leaues as frayle as his contentments though they were of the flowers of a restles remembrance gathered in the sad memory of things past since delights are of the same nature alwayes dying and subiect to receiue their tombe frō the very same day they first sprong vp As for the presents of Fortune if she giue them with one hand she takes them away agayne with the other So as her fauorites are ordinarily the most vnhappy of all because that in snatching away the goods from thē agayne which she hath once bestowed vpon them she dragges them often along for to bury thē vnder their ruines And will you call that a pleasure My Dames you have but one fayre wedding day in all your lyfe whose feast you do secretly celebrate in
belieued that he was Inuincible yet could Death know wel how to find the defect of his Armes like as that of Achilles Nero would needs be adored but he was sacrificed in punishmēt of his crime Cresus the richest of all men carried nothing into his Tōbe but this only griefe of hauing had so much Treasure so little Vertue his riches exempted him not ◠whit from the euils wherof our life is full and at the end of his terme he dyed as others with the Pouerty incident thereunto Cesar Pyrhus and Pompey who had so many markes of Immortality had the worse sort of Death since they al three were vnhappily cōstrayned to render their lyues to the assaultes of a most precipitous Death The which doth let vs see very sensibly how things that seeme to vs most durable do vanish as lightning after they haue giuen vs some admiration of their being The wise men as well as the valiant all slaues of one and the selfe same fortune haue payed the same Tribute to nature Plato Socrates Aristotle may well cause a talke of them but that is all for with their learning they haue yet beene ignorant of the Truth They haue loued their memory a great deale more then themselus following a false opinion for to please that of others wherewith they were puffed vp in all their Actions They are passed away notwithstanding and their diuine Spirits haue neuer beene able to obtaine this dispensation of the Destinies to cōmunicate their diuinity to bodies which they haue viuified so as there is nothing left of them but a little dust which the aire and wind haue shared betweene them The seauen Sages of Greece are dead with the reputation of their worldly wisedome which is a Folly before God They were meere Idolatours of their wordly Prudēce which is a Vertue of the phantasy more worthy of blame then prayse when it hath but Vanity for the obiect As many Philosophers as haue studied to seeke the knowledge of naturall things without lifting the eye a little higher haue let their life runne into a blindnes of malice and haue left nothing behind them but a sad remembrance of their pernicious errours Let vs speake of those meruailous works wherin Nature takes pleasure to giue forth the more excellent essayes of her power I would say of those beauties of the world which rauish hearts before they haue meanes to present them to them As of a Helena of a Cleopatra of a Lucretia of a Penelope and of a Portia All these beauties truely were adorable in the East euen as the Persians Sunne but in the South the feruour of their Sacrificers began to extinguish and in the West they destroyed the very Aultars that were erected to their glory Their Baytes their Charmes their Attractions following in their Nature the course of Roses haue lasted but a day of the Spring they haue vanished with the Subiect wherunto they were tyed nor doth there remaine any more of them then a meere astonishment of their shorte durance Thus it is that the best things run readily to their end Time deuoures all and his greedines is so great as it cannot be satisfied but with deuouring it selfe Who were able to number the men to whome the Sunne hath lent its light since the birth of the world and by that meanes keepe accompt of the proud Citties of the magnificent Pallaces whereof Art hath giuen the Inuention to men to the shame of Nature the imagination is too seely to reach vnto this But. And yet how great soeuer the Name therof be the shadowes of their bodies appeare no more to the light of our daies the steps of their foundations and the memory of their being are buried within the Abysses of Tyme and nothing but Vertue can be said to be exempt from Death All things of the world hauing learned of Nature the language of change neuer speake in their fashion but of their continuall vicissitude The Sunne running from his South to its West seemes to preach in its lāguage nothing els vnto vs but this cruell necessity which constraynes it to fly repose and to cōmence without cease to warpe the lightsome webbe of dayes and length of Ages I admire the Ideas of that Philosopher whiles he would mantayne that all created thinges do find their beginning within the concauity of the Moone without doubt the inconstancy of this Starre afforded him those thoughtes since euery thing subsisting heer beneath is subiect to a continuall flow and ebbe The Heauens tell vs in running round their circles how they pull all with them The Starres illumine not the night but to the comming of the last which is to extinguish their light The Elements as opposits reygne not but within the tyme of the truce which nature afforded them since the ruine of the Chaos and their emnity therefore is yet so great as they are not pleased but with destructiō of all the workes they do If they demaund the Rockes Forests what they are doing they will answere they are a counting their yeares since they can do nothing but grow old The fayrest Springes and the youngest Brookes publish aloud with the language of their warbles and of their sweet murmur that euery thing in the world inseparably pursues the paces of its Course yea the Earth it selfe which is immoueable as the Center where all concludes being not able to stirre to fly far from it selfe lets it selfe to be deuoured by the Ocean the Ocean by Tyme and Tyme by the soueraygne decrees which from all Eternity haue limited its durance S. Augustine endeauouring to seeke out the soueraigne God within Nature demaūded of the Sunne if it were God and this Starre let him see that it borrowed its light from another Sun without Eclypse which shined within the Bower of Eternity He made the like demaūd of the Moone whose visage alwayes inconstant made answere for it and assured this holy Personage that it had nothing diuine but light within it which yet it held in homage of the Torch of day He enquired of the Heauens the selfe same thing but their motion incompatible with an essence purely diuine put him out of doubt How many are there seene of these feeble spirits who seeke the soueraygne God within Greatnesses but what likelyhood is there to find it there Thrones and Empires subsist not but in the spaces which Fortune affords them her bowle serues them as a foūdation Alas what stability can we establish in their being Crownes haue nothing goodly in them but the name only nor rich but apparence for if they knew how much they weighed and if the number of cares thornes which are mingled with the Rubies Pearles wherwith they are enriched could be seene the most vnhappy would be trampling them vnderfoot to auoyd the encounter of new misfortunes Kings and Princes are well the greatest of the Earth but yet not the happiest for that their Greatnes markes their ruyne in
their Eminency and the Lawes of the world persuade vs to belieue that great Misfortunes are tyed to great Powers Whence it is that great Monarches do neuer seeme to resent little dolours nor suffer any thing with feeble displeasures The least storme with comes vpon them is a kind of ship wracke to their resentments all their wounds all mortall they cannot fall but into precipices and the crosses of their Fortune make them to keep company with Iob on the dungill Let them tread Cloth of Gould vnder their feet as Tiberius did let them satiate their hunger with pearles as did Marke-Antony let them metamorphize the feelings of their Pallaces lyke to a starry Heauen as Belus King of Cyprus and with the help of Art let them hold the seasons at their becke for their contentments as Sardanapalus notwithstanding needs must these Magnificences and these Pleasures vanish before them in an instant to let them see the weakenes of their Nature since the inconstancy of Time is annexed to all that which subsists heere beneath In such sort as their Greatnesses and delights do insensibly glide away with life though their reigne hath beene ful of flowers the remembrance therof brings forth but thornes If Kings establish the foundation of their greatnesses vpon their Crownes let them cast their eyes vpon their figures round euer mouing and thereby shall they know the instability thereof And then besids it is no great matter to be able to commaund a world of people if they make their lawes absolute through force of Reason rather then that of Tyranny There is a great deale more honour to merit a Crowne then to possesse it which made Thales Melesinus say that a vertuous man enuoyed all the riches of the world if vertue be the greatest treasure of it So that if they trust in their Scepters to defend themselues from the strokes of Fortune they consider not the while she is able inough to snatch them out of their hands and cruell inough to metamorphize them into a sheephooke and to reduce them to such a state as shall moue Pitty rather then Enuy. What vanity were it for one to haue a Scepter in the hand and a Crowne vpon the head if with all these markes of Greatnesses he approches to the Tombe to bury vp the Glory of it What pleasure to see the greatest part of the world to be vnder him if they haue altogether the self same way of Death The great ones run as swift as the little in this carriere where Miseries Misfortunes accompany our steps How is it possible that man which is but dust ashes can find assurance in Greatnesses Ah! What say you then is it not well knowne that dust and ashes are so much the more subiect to be carried away with the wind as they are set in a higher place The Mountaines are alwaies enuironed with precipices and thunders neuer turne their faces but to the highest tops So as they who apprehend a Fall should clip the winges of their Ambition for not to fly too high But if one would seeke for Greatnesses it were necessary to be in vertue The Magnificences of Darius his Army serued but as a funerall pompe to his Death The Preparations to his Triumph were the instruments of his Ouerthrow In so much as the Lawrels of his Hopes crowned him not but in the Tombe in signe that in dying he had vanquished all the mishaps of his life So do we see the Glory of the world to fly before our eyes with such swiftnes as we can hardly follow it throgh the amazement wherein she hath left vs. I admire the last thoughts of Celadine when as he ordayned that after his Death they should cause his shirt to be shewed to the whole Army and that he who carried it should cry aloud Behould heere that which the greatest of the world seems to carry from the world This valiant Captaine knew the verity of his miseries by the vigill of his Shipwracke seeing that of all his Treasures he could carry away with him but the valew of a Shirt This is the share of the greatest Kings Nature thinks good to afford them Scepters in the cradle she must rob thē in the Sepulcher And howbeit they are borne as little Gods on Earth yet sticke they not to dye like other men so as if they differ in the māner of lyuing they are all equall in the necessity of dying S. Lewis would rest vpon a bed of Ashes before his Death to let vs see that he was but Ashes yet is it to be considered that the beliefe which he had proceeded from the diuine Fire wherwith he was inflamed and resenting in that manner the diuine flames by little and little he went consuming of his life he would become ashes vpon ashes both throgh loue and humility Dauid did charge himselfe with a sacke of Ashes to diminish the flash of his Greatnesses and the trouble that possessed him The knowledge of himselfe perswaded him to serue himselfe with this cūning shewing forth without what was within His Flesh couered his ashes for to couer his defects and he would haue his Ashes to couer his flesh for to discouer the miseries of his Nature When I consider how the greatest of the Earth are of Earth and that all their Riches and all their Greatnesses may not be had but in flying towards the Center of their ruine where they finish with them I cry out as that Philosopher did how the world is a Body of smoke which the Ayre of Tyme disperseth by little and litle for the eyes behould quite through their teares the continuall decay of the best obiects and they can hardly be knowne within their inconstancy so different are they from themselues It is a pleasure to read the Histories of Ages past because all the wonders which appeare vpon the Theather of their Reigne are but dreames and vayne Idea's that subsist not but by the opinion of those that will lend credit vnto them It were in vayne to seeke Rome at this day within Rome when scarce can be found within the Temple of memory that of the ruine of its Aultars Tyber only which is alwayes a flying hath remayned stable and permanent The golden Pallace of Nero the Stoues of Diocletiant he Bathes of Antoninus the Sephizone of Seuerus the Colossus of Iulius and the Amphitheater of Pompey all these proud wonders haue not beene able to resist the encounters of a first Age and the second hath caused the day of their ruine to spring with it So as the Labourers the works their proprietaries haue followed the lot of the decay which was naturall to them If they enquire what are become of those magnificences of Cyrus those pōps of Mark-Antony those prosperities of Alexander those greatnesses of Darius I shall answere with that Philosopher that they haue passed away like a waue without leauing any signe of their being behind thē Philip that great