Innocence Yet he still grants these Flames may sooner grow Jn Easterne sulphur then in Northerne snow And that chast thoughts in Italy are rare And that each Turtle proves a Phoenix there He envies no Climes Vertue as none's sin Yet knowes that some an easier Conquest win All may be chast for him yet 't is well knowne This Iewell is some Climats common stone Thus the wise Authour makes his Iustice sure Allowes all Rich but those that will be Poore MARTIN LLUELLIN Chr. Ch. On the Authours Love-Melancholy COme hither fond Idolater and see The confutation of that Deity Thy Dotage has created Heretofore Mens ready superstition did adore Palenesse and Fevers things to which they cou'd Say hurt us not could not say doe us good Gods only to beware of such as they Worship't Aloofe begging 'hem keepe away And blesse them with their absence Temples were But glorious prisons to detaine 'hem there Iust such a one is thine If you but please Read here thou 'lt find thy Idol's thy disease Thou fall'st downe to thy Rheume I le not stick To say the Lover is of 's God fall'n sick View then this Mirrour hereby thou maist know 'T is true ev'n ' cause 't does thee not single show Looke on thy Metamorphosis behold Thou that wast one art now grown Manifold Increas'd ' cause thou wouldst multiply new made Each silent minute whilst this shewes thee sad In a dull sleepy posture one might say Thou 'rt statue did not sighs some life betray I th' next thou start'st art sometimes pale and then A tell tale Blush colours thy cheeke agen Now a forc't smile anon a willing teare Breakes forth thy Doubtfull looks all seasons weare And all t is to deserve the love of your By you stil'd Lady Splay-footed Fourescore Or perhaps Older One more fit to be Bedfellow with an Incubus then thee Such women have been lov'd and sworne to be Goddesses Sure for their Antiquity But what 's all this Yet thou dost only find Thou 'rt sicke read on a Remed's behind But is there any Cure the most conceive Love no disease and they that doe believe T is one esteem't Incurable But O Art 's much improv'd and that made easy now Was once impossible Physitians can Heale not the body only but the Man See his soule right againe Hee 'l now no more Pule ' cause a woman's wayward as before Dart all your Beames faire Ladies for be sure The threatned wounds I can prevent and Cure This Booke 's both Charme and Medicine I can beare My Antidote about me every where Knowing it's Vertue 't may be my desire Sometimes to feele that I may quench the fire For though J burne a while I can the same Rise Phoenix like unhurt from mine owne flame W. HOLWAY Chr. Ch. On Love-Melancholy COme reade learn to languish teach thy Care This Fortitude in Love to love it's Feares Confesse a ling ' ring griefe which owes its birth To Celia's coy delayes and flattering mirth Who makes thee kisse o th' cheek her mouth being frâ—â— To flout fond lovers present Donary To breath into thine eare a doubtfull tone Thou know'st not wer 't Adieu or lye alone Ten Winters out who when thou ' point'st a Grove Not where t' allay i' th' shade but rescue Love From whisperings of a rivall Eare this Dame Eats paltry cooling hearbs to quench the Flame But nourish still these fopperies of youth Jf folly we may call what 's naturall truth Whose cause is Fate not wanton Eyes that can Bid Matrimoniall Banes 'twixt wife and man And like to Celia's sauce orewhelme thy lamps In Humorous Clouds and Melancholick Damps But such as cherish flames we often try The Sunne 's not set when bid i th' misty sky Droope downe thine Eyes be wan and pale i th' looke Thou gain'st thy Groanes and act'st part of this Book You lost your feaver then when to revive You still defer'd till this Preservative What though thou should'st most part o th' Book be faint And in the last page make thy testament This last page can recover make that rest Which thou bequeath'st to Heaven the bodies guest And give a man to th' world we cannot tell Indeed which were the greater miracle The Cure or first Production only see How Art surpasses Natures husbandry Come read and learne thy health this book 's no lesse Then knowing Galen or Hippocrates Who boast halfe-names i' th' Margent and there lye Not to instruct but yeild the victory T' applaude the Authours skill and this Redresse Of Physick Errours in our English presse Thus much i th' Change is gained here behold For Catalogues of Griefes as manifold As Grammar Dialect and such as prove The sole Disease the Cure of scorned love Cease then t' adore thy Celia's fading Looke And only fall in Love and Court this Booke SAM EVERARD Chr. Ch. To the Author on his Love-Melancholy Fâ—e l'me halfe Atheist now sure vertues are Only well temperd bodies kept with care For when I see this Passions seat i' th' heart And a receipt against all Cupids art Lov 's arrowes so to th' publike view displaid That wee can see which burnes which dulls a Maid And how what is the Poison he does give And then againe what 's the restorative Sure wee must hither come our armes t' unfold To look upright and like our Sexe bold Sweet Mistresse pray put on I am resolv'd To laugh being safe amongst these leaves involv'd Whilst J doe read and Meditate this book I dare the utmost Charmes of any Look Nay I could gaze eu'n on Castara's face And nere be blind nay Kisse her if she was Here yet nere perish for 't still be a man Not scorcht to ashes drier then her fanne With a too neer approach forsooth her beams That gilds as shee walks by the glittering streams If she would part Farewell when she is gone Methinks I now should live nere turn'd to stone If she should surfet on a Tart orort so And overcharg'd to bed at Midday goe J should nere light a candle as if t were night Pray her to rise that we might see the light When we were in the darke Jde hardly say After my shinnes were broke it was noon day Nor when some spittle hung upon her lip Should J avouch 't was Nectar and then sip Now I have read this book methinks one might Enjoy the spring both in the smell and sight Though she were i th' Exchange a buying knots Or with her Taylor there contriving plots For a new Gowne and had no time to dresse The Meadows with her looks and so farre blesse The Country as be present for to deck The ground with lilies dropping from her neck I 'de not mistake her cheeks for Gardens sweare There were no Roses in the world but there If I now fluent were as th' Innes of Court My. Musc should here run out to make her sport Nor would I write o' th' thorn that knew the charm
rash clamours which apply A prophane stampe to that blest Faculty Amongst whom Charity is slander Sure This is no piece of Atheisme to Cure Health is the gift of Heaven Nor dare I Thinke 't may be stollen thence through Blasphemy May such Defamers then converted be By a Reforming Gout or their owne Fee May they be rack'd and tortur'd till they doe Send for Physitian and adore him too Till they to him pay their Devotion And almost are themselves the Atheists growne Let them be Wild and Melancholy looke Nor find one Remedy through all this Booke W. TOWERS Chr. Ch. To the Authour upon his Love-Melancholy CVpid th' art idle lend another dart 'T is poore to triumph ore a single Heart Ben't partiall strike 'em both that we may find Th' art truly Iustice not in an Embleme blind Let all thy shafts be golden ones be 't prophane T' approach thy Altars with a Vestall flame What a hard case 't is to see thy Votaries With their neglected Hats pull'd downe their eyes Looke like so many Cupids but that they Can't make their Ladies squeake as Cupid may Pray y' pitty him Lady How you make him looke His cloathes he weares as if he had mistooke One peice for t'other and you may safely sweare Though he seeme drest yet they still scatter'd are His buttons like Tarquins Poppy heads fall down Some halfe a dozen at a sigh and 's Crowne Is grown bald with scratching Tunes out such stuffe As I conceive the Spaniard in the ruffe Woes his sword with Another dolefull Wight Strucke into a deepe Melancholy plight Because forsooth his Mistris does but frowne Thinking to shew a worse face then her owne For a foyle poore Vnthrift straight runs out Of all the wit he has and layes about As he were wood to make some Anagram Hoping shee 'le prove as fruitfull as her Name Or some pure Dialogue which He alone Repeates to her all in one constant Tone Like th' fellow that tell 's billets out or rather Like him that playes without a pipe o' th' Tabor This is your doing Cupid 't is a plaine Case 'T is you that tye their Garters i' th' wrong place Come button up your doublets Gentlemen And learne to speake your Mother-tongue agen For this you ne're were borne to talke in Prose Like sager Common-wealths-men in Trunke-Hose Had the blind God more fiercely wounded thee Then the twelve signes doe the Anatomy Did'st never woe her but in the dismall Tone Of King Darius and did'st then put on A Face suitable that one might doubt whether Thou wer 't not some clown praying for faire weather Were thy story of as much direfull woe As that of Iuliet and Hieronymo Here 's that would cure you better farre then e're Or Cupid can or else his Messenger Apollo once againe is Mortall He Blind God no more now dreads thy Injury And ' cause thou mad'st him doate upon the Coy Daphne he now ha's wounded thee proude boy RICH. GOODRIDGE Chr. Ch. To the Booke MEthinkes a spruce S r Amorous I spy In quest of his adored Mistresse Eye His Lookes his Gesture Garments Haire and all Compos'd exactly Geometricall As if that he assured were to prove At first assault a Conquerour in Love Each glaunce of 's Eye each step he takes declare What the most hidden thoughts of his Heart are Nay by that very Nod I plainly see What his saluting Complement will be Yet thinkes he he is in a closer shrowd Then was Aeneas in his Mother's Clowd Dreames the most piercing Lvnceus can't detect What the Marke is at which he does direct All this his service Nay he 's confident His Sylvia nere shall spy out his intent But yield her Fort ere the first Onset's made That he may boast with what no paines he had Obtain'd his wisht-for Conquest Heightned thus With more then promise of a prosperous Successe away he marches whilst his Feet And nimble Pulse in the same measure meet Both keepe a Triple-time untill by chance On the next stall casting a carelesse glaunce He spies Thee litle Booke surprized much With thy bare title-Title-page alone for such A Sympathy betwixt his thoughts there is And all discourse of Love he stops will misse His present Visit hoping here to find Somewhat may better his Enamour'd mind In Courtship of his Saint But reading ore Each part he sees what did lye hid before His owne Disease and by Love-Melancholy Can eas'ly censure his owne serious Folly And now unto his owne Discovery As open lyes as he did erst to me Into a sudden Cure thus cheated he Leaving his Sylvia falls in Love with thee BEN. MASTER Chr. Ch. To the Authour on his Love-Melancholy LOve who till now was loosenes and hot Flame Js here made warmth joyes he is grown Tame The Wanton's sober here this Artist brings The Boy as comely still yet clip's his wings Looke on his Blushes his Cheekes modest fires There 's the same Rose only 't hath lost the Briers He still his Jvory Bow still keepes his Dart Shootes here too but with Judgement and more Art He is not not now call'd Lust or Amorous staines As if the God i' th' shrine were Sinne i' th' Veines Nor yet a perfect Birth he must not shine Blind in his Mothers armes yet see in Thine Thus th' Authour Iudge 'twixt us and Cupid hee Nor takes from man nor slatters Deitie But like an equall Flame doth light impart To shew the Beauty yet not hide the Wart For had he made Love Good and our Desire Without our reason or wills awe Entire Then Vertue had been Nature and We been Good without praise ' cause without pow'r to sin Lucrece had lost the merit of her Care Were she as eas'ly Chast as she was Faire Ice had been rank'd with Vertue we should know Chast Virgins Chronicled with coldest snow Romans that story Beauties free from sin Had search'd their Gardens and put Lillies in Roses had then heard modest and one line Made Vesta's Blushes and her Rubies joyne And the dejected Goddesse weep to see Her Christalls Pure and Vertuous as she No such Position then For here our Love May be or that o' th' sparrow or Chast Dove The Flames here drawne nor Good nor Bad but are Apt or to shine a Comet or a starre They are themselves Indifferent and may Rise to a raging Blaze or temp'rate Ray. The Picture doubtfull like the Face may prove In thy breast either Divell or God of Love No Galen here that may confine the soule To th' Temper and call 't Vice when the Bodies foule Potions might so make honest men and awe Our Crimes like scarres and plaisters stand for law Fevers and lust were One and both would heale By Iuleps and men take Pills not to steale The Iudgement 's subt'ler here and hath allow'd Some parch'd Moores chast light wrap'd in that black clowd Here Scythians breasts of hot desire have sense Nor with their Furres still put on
A Beauty has when 't did her foot no harme For Venus coud not scape a wound yet this A Brighter Venus see how whole she is None now shall travaile up into the skies For a huge Metaphor for her dazling eyes Gallants shall thinke that there 's a Sun i th sky As well as that in their bright Ladies eye Nor shall they henceforth whine in Rime because His Mistresse spoke doubtfully i th' last clause Study your glasse you wantons till you be Shrunke to as perfect shadows as you see Pray' doe more scarlet on your Cheeks consume Then Iudges weare so that we may presume Your faces at the drapers cost you more Then your large wardrops throngd with fruitful store The next time you come forth perhaps I 'le say T is a good picture or well plasterd Clay â—'me now as much ' gainst courting faces as Those that raile at it five houres by the glasse This work shall our affections so refine That we shall here in vertue like Gods shine Stews hence forth shall be sanctuaries and All the Balconies honest in the Strand Templars shall goe to plaies and never see Whores besides those that are i' th Comoedy The cost they should bestow in buying gownes Fans Knots and Gloves shall hence forth purchase Townes Honest recreations now shall Heirs please Be Drunke see Plaies and Game at Ordnaries The Poxe ' meng these shall be a Scandall now As much as that they deem to hold the plough They shall contented be to ride i th' street Without a bed fellow i th' Coach to greet If I cou'd venter Bookers haplesse fate And durst but Prophesy after his rate Amongst the dearths I woud produce the feare I have e're long Women will cease to beare The World will all turne Stoicks when they find This Physick here think only with the mind T' engender alwaies judging th' issue foule Which did not owe its birth to th' purer soule Then we must feare the Worlds supply be faine T' entreat Deucalion to throw stones againe The Country Gentlemen will quite lay by Their English Plutarchs to read here and cry Wou'd their names perish't had so they had took This Authors Counsell living by his book And turning from their Wives shall e ' en give ore The Husbands office and beget no more Nay Tribute then in Children will be told A Progeny shall be our tax not Gold Shortly to Church to see a wedding goe Shall to the People prove a Lord-Majors show Men as in Plagues from Marriage will be bent And every day will seem to be in Lent There will no Matches be but in Last Acts When that the Poets strength of wine contracts The Priest will loose his fees and lacke for all He getts will be at some mans funerall That woud because he had read this book ee'n dye With too immoderate and strict Chastity Women will burne wish ev'ry cart goes by That they were in 't for some Adultery Yet none shall quench their flames unlesse they will Like Phaedra or be satisfi'd or kill Or like Pasiphaë run to a Bull entreat That for their Husband that shoud be their meat Perhaps some Brutish Plowman that can't spell That thinks men conjured Divells out of hell With Medicinall Figures and will not believe May out of Ignorance make his wife Conceive But then th' ofspring shall no more prove him Man Then his dull speeches or his Proverbs can Since by this Act wee 'l only judge he knows As much as Oxen doe how a plough goes Sure J have humane Nature quite forsooke Nothing can take me now except this book There does the Physicke faile and all the Art Can but enflame no whit aswage this dart This Passion 's only shifted still't remaines In us a Conquerour but with lesse staines The Objects only chang'd from well carv'd stone A Face to Arts and contemplation Iust like Physitians that an ague turne Into a feaver yet still the Man does burne Still freezes too by fits still hee 's not well His bodies only cheated with their spell But they a disease turne to a disease Here though't be passion still the Ill does cease F. PALMER of Chr. Ch. On this Learned Treatise Love-Melancholy SInce every Idle Pamphlet that is writ With a sick Iudgement and a shallow Wit Is Vsher'd with as many slender feet As ever squir'd a Countesse in the Street As 't were the only office of a Friend To Rhyme and ' gainst his Conscience to commend And sweare like Poets of the Post This Play Exceeds all Iohnsons Works shewing that they The Authors seconds are and dar'd to write As rashly as young Duellists doe fight What Blood of Verse should here be spent To Dâ— Sick of a Poem now were Piety T is for Healths sake we Martyrdome endure Playes are the Sores of Love this Book the Cure Poetique Heate like Bonfires should proclaime Our Ioy and blaze ' cause we escape a Flame Lust is Pandora's Boxe where it doth dwell The Soule 's a Divell and the Body Hell But these Blest Lines like Charmes from Heaven sent Doe make Plagues Health and Satan Innocent Hence should we then keep a new Holy-day And ' stead of Versifying Fast and Pray If those were Heroes thought that kil'd one Beast The Author of this Booke 's a God at least You that still sigh not breath and fondly dote On every Black-bagge and new Petticoate Playing your sad and Melancholy tricks Like devout Iesuits 'fore a Crucifixe Being All things but your selfe Now that then thiâ— Acting'ore Ovids Metamorphosis Who although Woman 's from and for Man made Her Creature art more plyant then her shade Observing all hir Wincks as seriously As the Obedient Ape his Masters eye Begging Advowsons of hir Haire or that That which now tyes hir Shooe may grace thy Hatâ— Reare up thy Head which like the Monsters hunâ— Downe at thy Brest unty those Armes that strung Thee like a Booke Bid Farewell now to Teares Palenes Hollow eyes to Groves Dreames Feares And Verses which as lamentably run As the last Fountaine that thou sat'st upon Thou shall not still live an Hyperbole Nor vainly Jdoll thy Idolatry Leaveing thy lowder Blasphemy you 'le see There 's no such Divell as thy Deitie Thy Soule 's come Home againe Thy Cheeks fresh Rose May now be smelt by a cleane Vpright Nose Those Flouds Ebbs of Thoughts which rag'd by fits Are now as hushd as when the Halcyon sits This Book will dresse thee too wee shall not say Thou look'st like one going to Bed all day Nor shall the French disease strange Heraldry Blaze as an embleme of Gentility You need not now seeke sadder Remedies From a quick poyson or a Precipice There needs no Falling Out like those that cry Discords in Soules too make up Harmony Love as 't is borne is Heal'd too by a Looke Read but this plainer Print you 're sav'd by th' Book Cupid is now turn'd Man and is all eyes T
Genus is in stâ— of the matter and the Difference iâ— place of the Forme which is that tâ— gives the essence to the cause But in Accident it is quite contrary for the the Genus is the forme and the Diffrence is made up of the matter with â—â— efficient cause For seeing that the Acâ—â—dent is inhaerent and fixed in the subject it must hence necessarily follow thaâ— Accidents are to be distinguished by thâ— subjects Which is acknowledged â— Hippocrates in his book de Flatib whâ— he saith that diseases differ according the parties affected differ from each ther. Now seeing that the essence of Accident dependeth on the effect He it must necessarily follow that this â—se must be in the place of the last diffrence These grounds being thus laid we â—ceed to our definition and say that â—e or this Eroticall Passion is a kind of â—tage proceeding from an Irregular deâ— of enjoying a lovely obiect and is attenâ— on by Feare and sadnesse â—es est solliciti plena timoris Amor. â—annot be denied but that those that â—â— in Love have their imagination depraâ— and their judgement corrupted the â—gement I meane which followes Eleâ—n but not alwaies that which goes â—ore it For we see that a Lover cannot â—e a right judgement of the thing he â—es and which is the object of his affeâ—â—â—ons and for this cause Love is alwaies â—nted blind But above all their imaâ—ation is depraved as may appeare by â—â— stories of Menippus who was enamouâ— of a Lamia or Fiend Machates of a â—otrum that appeared in the shape of â—ilinion and Alkidias of a marble staâ— But what need we search so farre abroad for examples since we may sufficiently furnish our selves with instances this kind out of each daies experience For doe we not oftimes see young sprinâ— Gallants enamoured with some old croâ—ked deformed Hecuba with a furroughed forehead long hairy eye-browe bleare eyes long hanging eares a sadd nose thick blabber lipps black stinking teeth with a long terrible chin hangâ— downe to her girdle which yet they wâ— sweare is a second Helen whose beaâ— shines most resplendently in those love wrinkles that her forehead resemblâ— the spangled Arch of Heaven white aâ— smooth as Alabaster her eye-browes aâ— of Ivory under which are placed two bright shining starres darting forth wiâ—â— an unparalleld sweetnesse a thousand â— morous raies which are as so many Heâ—venly influences whereon depends the life and happinesse Her neck is smooâ—â— as marble her nose streight and even â— viding her lovely cheeks which like â— pleasant gardens are variously interâ— with Lillies and Roses her teeth are tâ— rowes of Orientall pearle pure and ever breath more sweet then Amber or Arabian spices Mixtam te variâ laudavi saepe figurâ Vt quod noÌ„ esses esse putaret Amor. Oft have my praises stil'd thee Beauties pride And where thy beauty fail'd my love supply'd 〈◊〉 she have her neck all bedawbed with â—eruse and paint her breast spotted like a â—eopard with paps swollen and hanging downe like a paire of Bagpipes with two great blew-bottles instead of niples on the top of them yet will these â—ottish fooles fancy out of these deformiâ—es a Breast of Snow a Necke white as â—ilke a Bosome enriched with Pinkes and Violets with two delicate Apples of â—labaster rising gently and falling againe â—y such degrees as seeme to imitate the â—obing and flowing of the sea out of the â—ps whereof doe sprowt forth two curious Carnation Buds In breife they will â—ot sticke impudently to sweare that this â—d deformed witch is enriched with all these 36 Conditions that Plato requires in an Absolute Beauty And it is great wonder but they will praise her very excrements and perhaps which is farre worse eat them too as L. Vitellius did the spittle of a servant wench on whom he doted having first tempered it with hony as Suetonius reports of him This franticke humour that possesses our doting Lovers with these vaine Imaginations is excellently described by Lucretius in his Lib. 4. Nigra 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 est Immunda faetida 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Caesia 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nervosa Lignea 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Parvula pumilio 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 tota merum sal Magna atque immanis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 plenaque honoris Balba loqui non quit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Muta pudens est At flagrans odiosa loquacula 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 sit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 tum sit cùm vivere non quit Prae macie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 verò est jam mortun tussi At gemina mammosa Ceres est ipsa ab Iaccho Simula 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ac Satyra est Labiosa 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Multimodis igitur pravas turpesque videmus Esse in delicijs summoque in honore vigere Plutarch also sayes that this imperfection is common to all that are passionately in Love 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 He that is in love sayes he calls his Mistresse if she be white the child of the Gods but if blacke she is then Manly and of a strong constitution if flat-nosed she is gentle and courteous if Hawke nosed she seems then to be of a Kingly race or lastly if she be pale and freckled it serves his turne if he find any part about her that may deserve his praise or at least to him seeme so to doe and he then sticks as close to her as the Ivy Osier or tender Vine-branch that embraceth and twines about the next bough it meets withall and will be so strangely besotted with this his foolish passion that you shall have much adoe to know him to be the same man he was Dij boni quid hoc morbi est adeò homines immutarier Ex Amore ut non cognoscas cosdem esse For which cause the Ancient Poets shadowing truth under the veile of Fables feigned that Theophanes his Courtiers were all transformed into Wolves as Vlisses companions were by Circe into Swine Galen and all his Sectaries affirme that Feare and Sadnesse are the true Characters and inseparable Accidents of Melancholy and are caused by the blacknesse of this humour And they are of opinion that by reason of the Animall spirits being sullied by those blacke vapours that arise from the Melancholy blood all objects present themselves to the Imagination in a terrible and fearefull shape For as we see that the darknesse of the night works ordinarily some kind of feare and affright in fooles and children in like manner are those persons that are Melancholy in a continuall feare as if they had a perpetuall night and darknesse in their braine Which opinion of theirs the subtile Averroës could not relish but jeering Galen for it â—e drawes many absurd consequences â—om it and imputes the feares and sadnesse that Melancholy people are possesâ—ed withall either to the Nature and proper Temperament of the Humour
gentisque suoque Her face was excellent But inbred lust Inrag'd his blood to which those Climes are prone Stung by his Countries Fury and his owne But these signes are very uncertaine and meerely conjecturall For as Apuleius saies Apud socordissimos Scythas Anacharsis sapiens natus est apud Athenienses Melecides fatuus The wise Anacharsis was descended from the dull heavy Scythian and Athens brought forth Melecides a Foole. But what shall we say to that story of a litle blind Dog in Italy in the time of the Emperour Iustinian who as Nicephorus reports it was able by certaine signes to give notice of such persons as were any way touched with unchast desires Or the Bird Porphyrion mentioned by Dupreau in Anno 563 that would make as though she would strangle her selfe if she but perceived an Amorous or an adulterous person within her Masters house Or to the Water of Triall used by the ancient Hebrewes for to prove whether a married woman had been dishonest or no Of which water an unchast woman had no sooner tasted but she began presently to be very dry whereas on the contrary if the suspicion were unjust she thereby recovered a more perfect state of health then before And lastly to another Fountaine the vertue whereof was such that if any unchast woman touched it the water would burne her flesh but did no hurt at all to those women that were chast Which Gangolphe wife to a certaine Burgonian supposing to be fabulous for the satisfaction of her Husband who had but just cause to be jealous would needs one day thrust her arme into the Fountain but she presently drew it forth againe all scorched and burnt What shall we say I say to all these but only that God hath given to many things such hidden qualities as that the most learned Philosopher can render no sound evident reason of them Nature rerum vis atque Majestas in omnibus momentis fide caret saith Pliny In all things of strange and miraculous production the power and Majesty of Nature transcends all beliefe Multa tegit sacro involucro Natura neque ullis Fas est scire quidem mortalibus omnia Multa Admirare modò nec non venerare neque illa Inquires quae sunt Arcanis proxima Namque In manibus quae sunt haec nos vix scire putandum est Est procul à nobis adeò praesentia veri Wise Nature many things with mists doth vaile And then decrees mans knowledge here shall faile Her secrets of our wonder then must be The Object not our curiosity We scarcely know the things before our eyes So darke and hidden are truths Mysteries It is much more easy to shew a reason of the discovering of unchast persons by the stones in their Rings or other Iewels which are thought to change their colour and become obscure darke and pale by reason of those vapours that arise from the unchast lustfull bodies of those that weare them an experience whereof I my selfe have seen in the Eranos or Turquois stone The Genethliacall Astrologers have other signes more subtle though perhaps not much more certaine which they take from the Horoscope They say that if one be borne when Mars and Venus are in conjunction he will undoubtedly be inclined to Love and Erotique Melancholy but perhaps much to his owne dammage For if the Sunne rise under the Conjunction of these two Planets he will not be Felicior Astro Martis ut in laqueos non incidat Aristotle in his Politicks will have the meaning of this to be that Martialists and men of warre are easily taken Prisoners by Cupid 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 All these kind of men saith he are very prone to Venery And the Physitians say that the Astrologers by Venus understand Phlegme or rather Blood and by Mars Choler For Mars is hot and dry and Venus moist which two Complexions being met together doe make the persons enclined to mutuall Love The same judgement doe they give of him that is borne when Venus is in Leo or when the Moon and Venus doe mutually aspect each other or else when Iupiter is in a Trine or Sextile aspect with the Sunne or Mercury especially if it happen on the second or fifteenth day of the Moon But there is no great heed to be taken what these men say who are for the most part in the opinion of S. Augustin meere Cheaters and Impostors as you may see proved at large by Ioan. Picus Mirandula in his 12 bookes that he hath written against Iudiciary Astrologers being moved thereto because that one of them named Bulanus had cast his Nativity and told him that he should live but 34 yeares which indeed afterwards fell out accordingly In which bookes of his he seemes to have comprehended all that can be said against these Fumi venditores and he hath also been seconded by his Nephew Franciscus Io Picus in his bookes De Praenot and many other Moderne writers Neverthelesse seeing that Galen the Prince of Rationall Physitians Lib. 3. de Dieb Decret cap. 5. 6. seemes to attribute great vertue to the Influences of the Planets over sublunary bodies and divides them as the Astrologers doe into Influences Benigne Maligne And because that many endeavour to prove that no man can be a good Physitian without the knowledge of Genethliacall Astrology which they say is grounded on experience as Physicke is and hath its Aphorismes as certaine as any our Faculty hath And on the other side againe there are some that over-superstitiously abhorre the very name of an Astrologer accounting them to be meere Magitians and Conjurers I thinke it fit so farre to justify this Art as to shew the certainty and profit of it which I shall doe in the ensueing Chapter and withall shall shew what use it hath in Physicke since that Hippocrates saies that Physick and Astronomy are sisters and Both daughters of one and the same Father Apollo CHAP. XXI Whether or no by Astrology a Man may know such as are inclined to Love-Melancholy AStrology as it is defined by some Philosophers is a Part of Naturall Philosophy discoursing of the Starres and their motion and Influences and was found out at first by one Actinus who for this cause was surnamed Solis Filius or else as some others will have it by Mercury or his Grandfather Atlas who for this reason is fained by the Poets to beare up the Heavens with his shoulders Servius on the sixth of Virgils Eclogues attributes the glory of this Invention to Promerheus Pliny to the Phoenicians or else to Iupiter Belus and Diodorus Siculus to the Aegyptians who were first instructed in this science by the Patriarch Abraham as Iosephus in his Iewish Antiquities affirmes who by considering the glory and beauty of the Heavens â—â— richly adorned and bespangled with so in numerable a company of starres was stirred up to