do the modern Languages often comparing their Poetry to that of the Greek and Latines and finding it somewhat disconsonant they presently condemne it as savage and barbarous when haply consider'd with relation to the Languages it is much the more excellent To which may be added the advantages in point of Poetry accrewing by Rhime and consequently that the Languages that are enriched by it are the most suscepâ—ible of Poesie But for these and the like controversies arising concerning Poetry we refer those that are desirous of further satisfaction to the defence of Poesie wriâ—ten by Sir Philip Sidney printed at the end of the Arcadia Mr. Sa. Daniel's Apologie for Rhime written in answer to a Pamphlet in his time entituled Observations in the Art of English Poesie and a certain Treatise entituled The Art of English Poesie divided into three Books the first of Poets and Poesie the second of Proportion and the third of Ornament printed in the year 1589. treating of Poesie in generall and exemplifying in the English As to English Poesie we shall lay it down as granted that it may be fortunate in any kind and upon any subject if it meet with a true son of Parnassus and a genius that knowes how to manage it And yet we find by experience that the most considerable and for ought can be found the most fortunate therein were a sort of Chimists men of much leisure and sedentary lives who writ altogether in Stanza's In so much that for some centuries of years the greatest part of English Poetry was spent on those barren and indeed abstruse subjects of Chymistry and the Philosophers stone as I have it from a Gentlemans observation who is excellently well versed in Treatises of that nature and hath a strange and almost incredible collection thereof But the English Language ariving daily to greater perfection and purity Poesie must needs accordingly extend to all subjects and occasions incident to humane life and since it admits of the same division into species as the Greek and Latine we must being obliged to them for their Termes submit to their Method The chiefest of all the species of Poesie is the Heroick or Epick as being a representation of Heroes or great and fortunate men and accordingly requiring a certain state and Majesty suitable to the persons it represents Some in Mr. Johnson's time vainly attempted to write a Heroick poem in imitation of the Greeks and Latines by the measures of Spondey and Dactyl without any regard to rime Of that number was he who sent him a coppy of verses beginning thus BeÌ„njaÌ„miÌ„n iÌ„mmoÌ„rtal JoÌ„hnsoÌ„n moÌ„st hiÌ„ghliÌ„e reÌ„noÌ„wneÌ„d In this kind were written by the Ancients all kind of Historical Poesie performed by most of the Europian Languages till of late by way of Stanza's A second species of Posie is the Lyrick which is of such extent that it may be made use of on any occasion To this head are referred Madrigals Sonnets Hymnes Ballets Odes whereof some are amorous some rural some military some jovial made for drollery and drinking in a word what suits best with the Poets humour To these may be added Epithalamiums written upon occasion of Nuptials Epinicions of Victories Genethliacks of Nativities Congratulatories c. The most eminent of all writers of this kind were among the Latines Horace and Catullus A third species is that of Elegies Threnodies and such like long-breathed Poems on luctiferous subjects To this is reducible what ever may be said on sad and dolefull occasions Of this Ovid in his book de Tristibus is as it were the Grand Exemplar A fourth kind is that which is called Dramatick Poesie divisible into diverse species and comprehending Tragedies Comedies Interludes Masks Entertainments Dialogues Satyres Frolicks Georgicks Pastoralls Piscatories Nauticals which three last passe commonly under the name of Eclogues Memoralls and the like In these the Poet is not strictly obliged to rhime but only to measure being such as are principally intended for the stage the main grace hereof consists in representation and action Of all these the most ancient is the Satyre a kind of writing reproving common and popular abuses so called for the bitternesse and invectives thereof which was such that to regulâ—te and reforme their licentiousresse and exorbitance Tragedies and Comedies were introduc'd A fift is the Epigram a facetious kind of writing full of spirit humour and fancy It is of a vast extent as comprehending Epitaphs Characters Emblems Devices Motto's Hieroglyphicks Definitions Aphorisms Distributions Paradoxes Rebus's Problems It is full of mirth and salt sententious directive as to Morality proverbiall Mythologicall Enigmaticall in a word hath all humane actions and accidents to work upon closing up all with a certain smartnesse of conceit The numerous brood of it are ingenious fallacies in and extra dictionem Encomiasticks Vituperatories Scoffs Sarcasms Jeers Jests Quibbles Clinches Quippes Bulls Anagrams Chronograms Acrosticks Criticismes in a word whatever is of Succinct and concise Poetry on what subject soever handsomly couched and worded To these may lastly be added certain Poeticall Treatises concerning Learning Science or some particular sect of Philosophy such as that of Lucretius Epistolary writings such as those of Ovid wherein he hath been imitated by Mr. Drayton and Historicall as Lucan imitated by the same Drayton and Daniel and translated and supplied by Mr. Thomas May both in Latine and English Having thus made a hasty dissection of Poesie into its severall species it is now time we descend to some few particular instructions which duly observed may contribute something to the ornament and embellishment thereof There is as we hinted before a certain harmony in Prose much more necessary is it in Verse whereof the grace and advantage consists altogether in the Symphony and cadence The first Observation then shall be to endeavour such a disposition of the words as that without much labour to the tongue they make a cerrain melody in the ear which no sooner hears it but she judges whether the words be placed so as to be pronounced without violence by the accent whence this verse though it hath the just number of feet runs harshly to the ear by reason of the misplacing of the accent None think reward rendred worthy his worth The case is the same when by an inconsiderable alteration as haply that of one word makes what was before harsh become smooth and pleasant For instance this Though death doth consume yet verue preserves with a little transposition will run well enough thus Though death doth ruine vertue yet preserves This discovers of what consequence the exact observation of the accent is which like right time in Musick produces harmony the want of it harshnesse and discord In like manner Rhime depends altogether on the accent whence it comes that many words terminating alike yet never rhime well such as wéaknesse and confésse náture and endúre fortune and importune c. This is soon discovered by the ear The second to avoid as much
and storms and cloudiness And were his eye balls into bullets turn'd He would in rage have shot them at his face Their eyes sparkling like the beaten flint Like Ajax Telamonius When he on sheep and oxen spent his fury Nor can he buckle his distemperd passion Within the belt of reason Like a tyled house on fire no coming near to quench it Had Narcissus lookt so when he was angry and seen his own face he could never have been in love with himself Fierce anger makes the blood grow hot Even as a fire-brand doth the seething pot And then thy flaming eyes sparkling forth fire Thou sayest and dost so in thy furious ire That mad Orestes dares swear such a fact None but a man stark mad ere durst to act All his flegm is turned into choler If God should have then armed him with thunder in 24. houres there had neither been tent nor pavillion As if all his humours had turnd choller His heart too great too great for his strait bosome grew Transported with his rage Like to the chafed bore whom eager hounds Have at a bay and terrifie with sounds With eyes confessing rage and eye-browes knit Her face as much as rage would suffer fair She stops and shaking her dishevelld hair So boyled Progne when she knew Her sisters rape His eyes blaze blood and fire He frowns with eyes that sparkle fire In whose red eyes two darted flames appeard The curses lighten from his lip So lookt great Agamemnon when he heard Calchas unwelcome prophecy Within his eyes a burning furnace glowes Death and destruction muster in his face Fretting like a piece of gumm'd velvet Who like the roaring of the furious wind Vents out the wild distempers of his mind v. Frown Angels The glorious Hosts of Heaven Nimble postes Immortall beings glorious essences wing'd wartiours Heavens harbengers and swiftest pursivants The sacred Tutors Guardians of the Saints Heavens-nobles courtiers Embassadours flaming powers Lofty exalted unspotted spirits glittering ranks The heavenly warders silver winged Legions That soar above heavens bright star spangled regions Wing'd intelligences winged heraulds watchmen legats Celestiall hierarchies Diviner Mercuries Heavens winged choristers carollers that warble out A silver ditty That spread their golden pinions Quick Postes that with a speedy expedition Fly to accomplish their divine Commission Twixt heaven and earth the true Interpreters Wing'd messengers of heaven radiant sons of light That can bestride the lazy puffing wind And sayle upon the bosome of the Aire fiery essences Answer v. to speak Hee did divide The portalls of his lips and thus replide To shape an answer Answerable Correspondent suting with ecchoing to holding proportion with v. Sandys Ovid. Metam lib. 7. pag. 262. Keeping pace with Ants. Industrious grain supporting crue which by troops haste from their hollow cells To get in harvest graving where they gone Their diligence even in a path of stone The lustiest swarms for their provision range The sick and old wait at their thrifty grange â—'unload the burthens and lay up the store 〈◊〉 their great garner biting yet before â—f every grain lest kept so warm below â—mid the world it after sprout and grow The little pattern of great pain Lugs in her mouth her load of grain the thrifty Ant In plenty hoards for time of want Antiquary That finds all the ruines of wit in the rubbish of old Authours â— man strangely thrifty of time past and hath an unnaturall disease â—o be enamoured of old age and wrinckles and loves all things as â—utchmen do cheese for beeing moldie a broken Statue would almost make him an idolater His estate consists most in shekles and Roman coynes printed books he contemns as a novelty of this â—atâ—er age bur dotes on a manuscript and would give all his wealth for a Book of the old Romane binding or six lines of Tully in his own hand His chamber is commonly hung with strange beasts skins and is a kind of charnell-house of bones extraordinary Rescuing the prey from the teeth of time making an Hue and Cry for Cities that are run away and by certain marks and tokens pursuing to find them If he meet with an old manuscript which hath the mark worn out of its mouth and hath lost the date yet he can tell the age thereof either by the Phrase or Character Apollo v. Phoebus Latona's bright-haird son The laureat God Unshorn deity The Delian God The Lycian Delphian Clarian Leucadian deity The master of the Delphian oracle Sacred Soractâ—'s God The Roseate God President of verse By whose instructive rayes are seen What is what shall be or hath ever been Immortall verse from his invention springs And how to strike the well concording strings With all the use of hearbs The Patron of that Spring Where in calm peace the sacred Virgins sing April v. Spring When first the Spring dissolves the mountain snow And Western winds upon the waters blow When with his golden horn bright Taurus opes The chearfull year Venus blith moneth when temperate breath Gives to the glad field fruitful birth When proud pide April drest in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laughs and leaps with him The summers front When Nightingales do hush the silent night And a wild musick burthens every bough Arabia Natures great shop of spices Where sweet Panachâ—an gums and choice perfumes Of unctious nard which with their spicie smoake Perfume the neighbour aire till it doth choke v. Sweet smelling The greedy sence Where the Sabean vapours as they fly v. Phenix Perfume with sweets the mornings majesty The glowing East Where the rare Phaenix builds her spicy nest And burnes her self making one narrow roome Her urne her nest her cradle and her tombe Arbour v. Shade Shady screene leavie shade leavy coverture A place to shun The scorching fury of the sun Leavy bulwark from the suns invasion Leavy vaile The shelter from the suns offensive rage Shady rampier Where shadowes seem to wooe The lovesick passenger to come and sit And view the beauties Nature stroes on it Arachne To whom Minerva gave a fatal doome For her contending at the skilful loome The Nymphes of Tmolus oft their vines forsook The fleek Pactolian Nymphes their streams to look On her rare works nor more delight in viewing v. Sandys transl Ovid Metam l. 6. The done done with such grace then when a doing The bold Maeonian maid that durst compare With Pallas at the weaving trade Argonautes Those daring Heroes that brought back to Greece The wealthy purchase of the golden fleece Whose glittering Argo sayles amongst the stars Jasons bold mates Argus Ios jealous guard Whose hundred eyes his heads large circuit star'd Whereof at once by turns two only slept The others watcht and still their stations kept Ariadne By whose directing clue Theseus the Cretan monster slue Unhappy bride of perjur'd Theseus Whom Bacchus graced with the Cnossian crown Minos faire daughter
tincture staind The brides fair cheeks the more that she restraind Her blush the more her disobedient blood Did over-flow as if a second flood Had meant to rise and for a little space To drown that world of beauty in her face The ruby flames do flush Into their faces with a modest blush Cheeks with kindly clarret spread Aurora like new out of bed Oâ— like the fresh Queen-apples side Blâ—shing at sight of Phoebus pride Her cheeks in red letters writ more Then her tongue could speak The modest evidence of inward vertue A blush modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phaebus A scarlet blush her guilty cheeks arraid Such as a Rose mixt with a Lilly breeds Or when the Moon travels with charmed steeds Or such wherewith lest years should turn the die Arachne stains Assyrian Ivoâ—y Body The lay part of the man cloud shroud robe of flesh â—obe of clay walls of better clay fleshie cloud fleshâ—e shroud fair prison of the soul house of mooving clay The fair shrine of a fairer saint The fleshy vaile case The souls sheath The fleshie lanthorne of a light divine The souls clothes garments apparrel The souls moving inne house closet cloyster chamber study Living charnel house Sack of bones gown of clay The souls casket temple shrine boxe case pallace shell chest cosfin dark-lantâ—orne The living tombe The souls dark prison A province packt up in two yards of skin Frail mansion of distempered clay Boxe of flesh clay Frail mansion of mortalâ—ty The clayie tenement The soules ivory case Stirring earth The clay lodging of the soul The souls huske The souls uneasie clothing The clothes of flesh and blood Better compacted dust The fleshie tabernacle The narrow mansion of the soul Walls whose laths are plaistered ore with flesh and blood Better moâ—tar Natures first robe of home spun cloth Bold v. Impudent Bold as that earth-born race That bid Jove battel and besieg'd the gods Such boldnesse as those Gyants once possâ—st VVhen with the thunderer they did contest As Phaeton th'audacious charioter A brow where never came The least impresse of modesty or shame Undaunted minds that know not how to fear Books Impartial tutors dumb schollers silent schoole masters mute instructers treasurers of knowledge A part of mans prerogative In formal inke they thoughts and voices hold That we to them our solitude may give And make time present travel that of old Our life â—ame pieceth larger at the end And books it farther backward doth extend Boreas v. Wind. â—rithia's love Orithya's â—lustering husband â—ongealing snow beating the earth with hail â—e thundering skies with his encounters rock â—hich through the crannies of the earth doth flâ—e â—nd makes the ghosts there tremble Whose airy motion strikes â—he earth with blasts and makes the Ocean roar â—rayling his dusky mantle on the floor â—he earths besome the earths windy barber Born â—y life I owe to man earth c. When his paind mother freed his root of man â—oon as the womb entrusts him on the earth When the womb unlades her shipping The womb delivered of her fraight Where I first breathed Air and saw the light Where first I did salute the woâ—ld To Bow To congie cringe curtsie Bracelets Câ—pids swaâ—hing-bands which seen â—enus then scornd her Cestos and did swear This best became the Queen of Love to wear The superstitious Saint would court her shrine With prayers devouter and far more divine And would embolden them to challenge bliss Were but her numbering beads once strung on this Which by a private charm doth tie As well the heart as strike the wondering eye Braggadochio v. Coward Of war that nere knew more Than the fine scabbard and scarfe he wore He talks of counter-scarfs and â—asomates Of parapets courtneyes and pallisadoes Of flanks of ravelings Gabions he pratks And of false baits of sallies and scaladoes One that can take towns at table and make forraign designs between his bed curtains whose tongue is his best weapon That talks of nothing but stoccadoes and circumvallations and studies hard words in other countries to fright poor folks with them at home That hath got a dozen of dangerous words How he might hurt his enemy if he durst That brag to Stars And tell to bushes what they do in wars Brain The source of sence and motion the sinews seed-plot The seminary of the nerves the souls register The souls day-book bed-chamber closet The Well of sence from whence Those sinewy strings that do our bodies tie Are ravelâ—'d ouâ— and fast there by one end Fountain of nerves reasons cool seat The privy councel to the heart The understandings rhrone Breasts Those swelling mounts of softer Ivory The I le of Cyprus twixt two snowy hills The snowy mountains Which when loves warm sun doth thaw Doth resolve in Nectar fountain Twixt which mountains lies a valley Like Joves heavenly milking alley Loves tents pavillion Paphos Two little sphears Wherein such azure lines in view appear Which were they obvious unto every eye All liberal Arts would turn Astronomy That solid snow warmer Alps Cupids nest cradle The valleys of desire two milky â—ountains That spring beneath two snowy mountains The liquid Ivory balls two equal swelling sisters Loves Elysium Tempe Transplanted Paradise Hillocks between which thousand Cupids lie Where Cytherea's doves might billing sit While men and gods with envie look on iâ— Breasts softer far than tuâ—ts of unwrought silk Soft breasts where grow Warm violets upon a bank of snow Twins of miracle snowy breasts Whiter than new fallen flakes the spicy nests And pillows from loves drowsie temples rest Loves delicious paradise The Phaenix nest The snowy Hybla's the ivory hills â—oves Hespeâ—ides soft ivory warm snow â—ottels of melted Manna Venus Alpes â—he box where sweets compacted lie â—he hives of sweetness yielding marble â—he curious apples of her snowy brests â—herein a Paradise of pleasure rests Whire silken pillowes where â—ove sits in soft delights â—hat fleshy Acidalia Cyprus Paphos â—he chest of softer Ivory â—here Violet veins in curious branches flow â—here Venus swans and milky doves are set â—pon the swelling mounts of driven snow â—here love whilest he to sport himself doth get â—ath lost his course nor finds which way to go â—nclosed in a Labyrinth Where sweet delicious love â—ayes down the quiver that he once did bear â—ince he that blessed Paradise did prove He leaves his mothers lap to sport him there White Satten cabinets of love Where Venus swans have built their nest The panting balls of snnw Venus springs Venus Albion The happy valley vale of Lillies bower of bliss There where the beauteous region doth divide â—nto two milky wayes Loves swelling Apennine The spicy grove of Eglantine Those sweetly rising hills those mountains Hilâ—'d with snow where milky fountains Sugard sweets as syrrup berries Must one day run through pipes of cherries Those downy mounts of never melting snow The Liâ—ly mountains where dwells eternal spring Breasts more white Then their
unfurnisht Cupid did espy The greatness of his God-heâ—d in her eye The Deities Of love light torches at her flaming eyes Love was dandled in her eye Yet curbd with a beseeming gravitie Eyes might with a beck command a Monarchiâ— Eyes which hit when Cupids shafts do miss That shut their coward gates on atomies Wounding eyes At every glance an arrow flies Whose lasting eyes Out-lookt the starry Jeweâ—s of the Skies Elaborate Things that were born when none but the stil night And his dumb candle saw his pinching throes That cost the buffeting of many a deâ—k And bitten nailes with rubbing of the brow Which cost the dear expence of oyle Suckt by the watchful Lamp That cost the tapers thirsty wast That smels of Lamps and night cap Labour'd work the child of a bed-ridden wit Elegies v. Lamentable My blubbering pen her sable tears let fall In Characters right Hieroglyphicall And mixing with my tears are ready turning My late white-paper to a weed of mourning Or inke and paper strive how to impart My words the weeds my thoughts were in my heart Or else the blots unwilling are my â—imes And their sad cause should live till after times Fearing if men their subject should descrie They forthwith would dissolve to tears and die Invailed in a sable weed she sate v. Browns Pastor 1. Book Song 5. upon Prince Henry Singing a Song whâ—ch stones dissolved at How shall we find a fitting monument For brass and marble were they placed here Would fret and melt in tears to lie so near Repeating ore The Story of his vertues untill I Not write but am my self his Elegie Without disturbing the harmonious sphears Wee le bath below thy memory in tears Such grief as who can utter it Doth not vent forth his sorrow but hâ—s wit I envie death the treasure of his sleep Th' illiterate vulgar in a well-tun'd breath Lament his loss and learnedly chide death It were a shame for all thou being gone Not to have power to die with grief alone But 't were proud piety if we Should think by prayers to alter Heavens Decree His death the crime of destiny Children untaught by instinct for thee weep My distracted fears Have no commerse with reasonable tears Whose death commands A subsidie from every private eye Fetch all the Spices that Arabia yields Distill the choysest flowers of the fields And when in one their best perfections meet Embalm her corps that she may make them sweet Infectious grief striking all hearers Tears the best Expressours of true sorrow speak the rest Every tear speaks a dumb Elegie The wine of lifâ—'s drawn out and from this time Meer lees is left this vault Let him whose lines a private losse deplore Call them to weepe that never wept before Call not the winds nor bid the rivers stay For though the sighs and tears they could repay Which injur'd lovers mourners for the dead Captives and Saints have breath'd away and shed Yet we should want to make our sorrow fit For such a cause as now doth silence it So â—weell instructed are my tears Toâ—y fall in ordered characters My grief is more audacious give me one Who every day hath heard a dying groan The subject of my verses may suffice To draw new tears from dry and weary eyes To shrine his name within an Elegiâ— I may forget to drink to eat to sleepe Remembring thee but when I do to weepe In well weigh'd lines that men shall at thy herse Envie the sorrow that brought forth my verse May my dull understanding c. All joyes have now one common funeral Our grief we cannot call Aâ— passion since the ground is raâ—ional Our tears and sighes may be excus'd though those To deluges and these to tempests rose No pen can plead excuse For Elegies howle all who cannot sing For tombes bring turfe who cannot marble bring I oft have verse on meaner subjects made Should I give presents and leave debts unpaid Want of invention here is no excuse The matter I shall find and not produce And as it fares in crowds I nothing doubt So much would passe that nothing can get out And in the work which now my thoughts intend I shall find nothing hard but how to end Had this been for some meaner persons herse I might have then observ'd the lawes of verse But here they faile nor can I hope t' expresse In numbers what the world counts numberlesse I dare not learned shade bedew thy herse With tears unlesse that impudence in verse Would cease to be a sin and what were crime In prose would be no injury in rhime Upon Whose death the Ocean might turn Helicon O who will give me tears Come all ye springâ— Dwell in my head and eyes come clouds and rain My grief hath need of all the warry things That Nature hath produc'd Let every vein Suck up a river to supply mine eyes My weary weeping eyes too dry for me Unlesse they get new conduits new supplies To bear them out and with my state agree What are two shallow foords two little spouts Of a lesse world The greater is but small A narrow cupboard for my griefs and doubts Which want provision in the midst of all Verses ye are too fine a thing too wise For my rough sorrowes cease be dumbe and mute Give up your feet and running to mine eyes And keep your measures for some lovers lute Whose grief allows him musick and a rhime For mine excludes both measure tune and time Now unto sorrow must I tune my song And set my harp to notes of saddest woe Befriend me night best patronesse of grief Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw And work my flatter'd fancy to belief That heaven and earth are colouâ—'d with my woe My sorrowes are too dark for day to know The leaves should all be black whereon I write and letters where my tears have washt a wannish white v. Elegies on Dr. Donne annexed to his Poems Quarles Emblems joynd with his divine Poems Habbingtons Castara the third part Sr. John â—eamounts Poems Johnsonus Virbius upon Ben. Johnson Vpon Mr. Edw. King fellow of Chr. Coll. in Cambridge Elements The primitive ingredients of all bodies The messe of simple bodies Natures first mournival The jarring inmates of all bodies Whose discord makes the worlds harmony The Diatessaron of natures harmony Natures great Tetrarchs Elephant The stiffe-kneed carry-castle Natures great Mâ—ster-piece The only harmlesse great thing Giant of beasts The towre-backt beast Vast Lybian beast The ivory-toothed beast That scornes whole armies and yet fears a mouse Eloquence Eloquent A speaking pomander Aâ— exchequer of good language Whose tongues mens ears in chains could tie With due attention drawing every ear Such smooth soft language that each line Might stroke an angry God or stay Joves thunder make the hearers pine With envy whose words in order meet And softly stealing in with equal feet Slide into even-paâ—'t numbers with such grace As each word had been
growes still The tatling snow-bal Old times recorder Sorrowes hasty barbinger The drunken bastard of the multitude The long tongu'd gossip Times treasurer True honours eagle-winged herald That sounds the silver trumpet Clad in a robe of gold Whose train old time obsequiously doth bear Wherein in rich embroydery is enroll'd The acts of all the worthies ever were On her faire breast she two broad tablets wears Of Chrystal th' one the other ebony Where are engraven all the names of yore In the large tombe of lasting memory Or the black book of endâ—esse obloquie Her palace placed betwixt earth and skies The windowes all composed are of eyes The walls are strongly edified of ears And underfoot floord all about with drums The rafters trumpets admirable chear The cranies tongues The doores unlock with every little breath That on the sun beams gloriously to ride The registers the worlds eternal houres The light-foot feather-tongued dame She that enquireth into all the world And hath about her vaulted palace hurld All rumours and reports or true or vain What utmost lands or deepest seas contein Her house is full of Eccho made Where never dies the sound And as her browes the clouds invade Her feet do touch the ground Famous Who bears The rarest fame that ere enriched aire Or found the way faire to aeternity Whose name Still breathes perfume from their embalming fame Beyond whose worth shall never sound a name Nor honour in her everlasting story More deepe engrave for all ensuing glory A fame which shall Out live the sun and close the worlds great eye A blast From fames loud trumpet which so long shall last Till the last trumpet drown it Fame addes perfume unto his dust Which your name shall save From the black edicts of a tyrant grave Nor shall your day ere set till the sun shall From the blind heavens like a dull cynder fall And all the elements imbâ—nd their strife To ruine what they made then your fames life When desperate time lies gasping shall expire Attended by the world in general fire Which from times injury Fame still will vindicate His name is fames best musick Famous beyond the utmost date of time Spreading fame Fore-runs the welcome of his honoured name To last for times eternal processe Whos 's highly honourd name for ever bears A welcome accent to all honest ears No â—irrh nor Cassia nor no choice perfumes Of unctious Nard or aromatick fumes Of hot Arabia do enrich the aire With more delicious sweets than do the faire Reports that crown the merits of his name With heavenly lawrels of eternal fame Fames Immortal books record no nobler names Whose louder name Hath blast enough to split the trump of fame Whose name is writ in fames immortal annals Worthy to be filed on fames eternal bead-rol Whose name even fills report Sainted in fames best Kallender Canoniz'd by fame Inrolled in the register of fame Whoâ—e fame hath won A strong advantage on the sithe of time Nor time nor malice can wrong out the right In the inheritance of fame he must possesse That fills the wide and open mouth of fame The farthest shore Washt by the Ocean shall him adore And all those northern Isles whome dayes bright flame Scarce warmes shall bear the thunder of his name Which shall survive the funeral of time And be the subject of a learned rime Beheld by many with the eyes of fame That nere had happinesse to see his face Dear son of memory great heir of fame Enrolled by the hand of sate in fames steele tables Whose name Is impt upon the wings of fame Hurld Hot from fames trumpet round about the world Eternall same trumpets forth his deserts Whose fame extended is so wide As that on it a man to heaven might clime VVhose rich report Fame was opprest with as a talk too great VVinged fame Growes great with honour of name VVhom all that dare believe report admire The Poets theam and patron Fame shall resound them on oblivions heâ—se Tâ—ll graves gasp with her blasts and dead men rise VVhose praise is sung of in unsilenc't story VVhose praise In spight of envie and her restlesse pains Is unconfin'd as blest eternity The vales shall ring Thine honoured name and every song shall be A Pyramis built for thy memory VVhose fame runs the suns course VVhose fame can be Confin'd by nothing but eternity Only the period of all daies Shall seal his fame and never ending praise VVhose fame in never dying rimes Shall be delivered to succeeding times VVhose fame shall last Till to be truly vertuous truly chast Be held a sin Sooner shall c. then thy fame Shall be forgot or honour fail thy name Whose high renown shall onely bounded be By the worlds bounds and vast Eternity Whose fame times file shall never fret away Whose fame shall credit win Till Lachesis have no more thread to spin Nor time a feather on his crazy wing His glories crescent to a circle grew Mounted to an height that envy cannot reach Whome fame is so desirous to honour that she borrows all mens mouths to joyn with her trumpet No Prince could pretend height nor beggar lownesse to bar him from the sound of his praises Whose name Is nursed by the fullest breasts of fame Long needy fame Doth even grow rich by sounding name Whose fame is writ with characters of brasse A sorted residence gainst the teeth of time And Razour of oblivion VVhose honour baits the edge of times keen sith And makes him heir of all Eternity Surviving fame with daring flight Doth give his name eternall right VVhose name doth strike the stars And rings about the concave A fame may dare times proudest injury His garland with time edg'd about Lest any age should ever ravell't out VVrit in fames eternall legend VVhose fame shall never die Till time lies buries in Eternity V. Ever Never Shall live beyond the Calendar of time Famine v Drought Like beasts some suck Beasts dugges and when milk fails with greedy jâ—w Meeere blood from their exhausted udders draw Herbs and green leaves they wring bedewed twiggs They lick and juice of bleeding vines small sprigs Of trees they for their tender sap do squeeze The ground no pasture for their horses yields Nor yellow Seres cloaths the fallow fields The men eat grasse and when the fields grow bare The grasse from off their camps dry turfs they tear With tears or nothing must they quench their thirst Impetuous famine sister to the sword The pinching Fury Left hand of death child of th' infernall Lord That pleasure taketh in the tedious breath Of pining Mortalls and their lingring death The people tear their trembling flesh for food And from â—heir ragged wounds they suck forth blood The father dies and leaves his pined corse T' enrich his heir with meat the hungry nurse Broyls her starv'd suckling on the hasty coals V. Browns Pastoralls 2 l. Song 1. Description the cave of famine Devours one
boy The button on fortunes cap. I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fates Happy enough to pity Caesar As if both heaven and earth should undertake To extract the best from all mankind to make One perfect happy man He takes it for an injury If fortune chance to come behind his wish Nor doth wide heaven that secret blessing know To give that she on him doth not bestow Blind fortune is his slave and all her store The lesse he seeks her followes him the more Born under joyful destinies and smiling stars Like to the stately swan Rididing on streams of Blisse more rich array'd With earths delight than thoughts could put in ure To glut the senses of an Epicure Tired with the surfet of delight More fortunate than he To whom both Indies tributary be To move as a star in the orb of happinesse Moving in a Labyrinnth of delight Which have More happinesse than modesty could crave Fortunes great pledge to whom Faâ—e ever ow'd so much Environ'd with delights Commanding Fortune The favourite of heaven In favour with the stars Fortunes darling Minion Swimming bathing in felicity One that knows not so much as the name of misery To whose nativity the Fates doow A swelling glory For whom A glorious thread they spin such as their Loom Is proud to see An happinesse worthy the envy of the gods Happinesse courts him in her best array To whom all blessednesse in nature is a servant Child of indulgent fortune As if Fortune had got eyes onely to cherish him As happy as Metellus As Polycrates Thy tents shall flourish in the joyes of peace The wealth and honour of thy house encrease Thy children and their offspring shall abound Like blades of grass that cloath the pregnant ground Thou full of dayes like weighty shocks of corn In season reap'd shall to thy grave be born The fight of him doth strike the envious blind As the mounted Sun Breaks through the clouds and throws his golden rays A out the world so his increasing dayes Succeed in glory Fountain v. Springs Foul. v. Deformed Free Free as the air Free as the mountain wind My soul enjoyes an unrestrained freedome With all th' indulgence of fair liberty My thoughts disclaim all right and interest Any can challenge in me Unshâ—ckled souls Unengaged thoughts Friends A pair of friends or rather one call'd two Our but divided selves Diapason of vows and wishes A mind in two divided but not partâ—d A double body and yet single hearted Pylades soul and mad Orestes was In these if we believe Pythagoras That partake of one anothers good and evill with so lively a reflexion that there needs but one blow to make two wounds Oâ—r second selves Our other selves Achilles Patroclus Hercules Hylas Joâ—athan David Titus Gesippus Theseuâ— Perithous Pilades Oâ—estes Damon Pithias Nisus Eurialâ—s Wrapt and woven into all trusts and counsels Nor the silvet doves that flie Yoak'd in Cytherea's Car Nor the wings that lift so high And convoy her sun so far And so lovely sweet and fair Or do more innoble love And so choicely match'd a pair Or with more consent do move Frost Keen frosts have chained up the deep The streams are bound with ribs of ice The floods in icie fetters bound Crusted earth Every honey-headed twig Wears his snowie Periwig And every bough his snowy beard Waters have bound themselves and cannot run Suffering what Xerxes fetters would have done The fish are froze as they swim in the wave The wine is frozen in the cup. The Countrey swain O'r the stiffe waves doth drive his loaded Wain The frozen wine hoth keep the vesselâ— shape A shell of ice doth glaze the Rivers o'r And had Leander such a shore descry'd Then in that narrow sea he had not dy'd The Frost doth cast an icie cream Upon the lakes and Chrystall stream Shew me those flames you brag on you that be Arm'd with those fires wine and Poetrie You are now benumm'd spight of your god and verse And do your Metaphors for prayers rehearse Whilst you that call snow fleece and feâ—thers do Wish for true fleeces and true feathers too Our rivers are one Chrystall shores are fit Mirrours not being now like glasse but it Our ships stand all as planted we may sweaâ— They are not onely born up but grow there While waters they are pavements firm as stone And without faith are each day walk'd upon What parables cal'd folly heretofore Was now discreet to build upon the shore There 's not one dines amongst us with washt hands Water is scarce here as in Africk sands And we expect it not but from some god Opening a fountain by some Prophets rod Who needs not seek out where he should unlock A streâ—m what e'r he struck would be true rock When as heaven drops some smaller drops our sense Of grief 's encreas'd being but deluded thence For whilst we think those drops to entertain They fall down pearls which came down half way rain Green Lands removall now the poor man fears Seeing all water frozen but his tears We suffer day continuall and the snow Doth make a little night become noon now We hear of some inchrystall'd such as have That which procuâ—'d their death become their grave Bodies that destitute of soul yet stood dead and fell not drown'd yet without a Flood Nay we who breath still are almost as they And onely may be call'd a softer clay We stand like Statues as if cast and fit For life not having bâ—t expâ—cting it Each man 's become the Stoicks wise man hence For can you look for passion where's no sense Which we have nor resolv'd to our first stone Unlesse it be one sense to feel w' have none Our very Smiths now work not â—y what 's more Our Dutch men write but five hours and give o'â— We dare provoke faith now we know what 't is To feel cold death onely by suffering this All fires are Vestal now and we as they Do in our Chimnies keep a lasting day Boasting within doores our domestick Sun Adoring it with our Religion We laugh at Fire-briefs now although they be Commended to us by his Majesty And 't is not treason for we cannot guesse That we should pay them for their happinesse Each hand would be a Scevola's let Rome Call that a pleasure hence forth not a doom A Feaver is become a wish we siâ— And think faln angels have a benefit Nor can the thoughts be impious when we see Weather that Booker durst not prophesie Weather may give new Epocha'â— and make Another Since in his bold Almanack Weather may save his doom and by hy his foe Be thought enough for him to undergoe We now think Alabaster true and look A sudden trump should antedate his book For whilst we suffer this we ought not fear The world cannot survive to a fourth year For sure we may conclude weak nature old And
airy hunter The insulting tyrant of the aire The airy pyrate Rover. Head Crest sommet globe of wonder That doth contain All sence and fountain of all sence the brain Health My pulse beats musick and my lively blood Danceth an healthful measure Whose brow no wrinkle bears Whose cheeks no palenesse in whose eyes no tears But like a child shee 's pleasant quick and plump She seems to fly to skip to dance and jump And lifes bright brand in her white hand doth shine The Arabians bird rare plumage platâ—ed fine Serves her for surcoate and her seemly train Mirth exercise and temperance sustein Whose humours in sweet temper ly With undisturbed harmony The humours calme Hear To salute the ear To be presented to the ear To strike to beat the ear To entertain the attentive ear To glad the ear To wound to stab the ear Hearken v. Attend. To grace with attention To lend a willing yeilding ear To lend soft audience Afford the speakers tongue an ear Heart The busie furnace The spring of heat and life The anvile on which all the thoughts do beat The bodies sun The seat of passions The soules throne The minthouse of affections Heat Hot. The suns offensive rage Hot as the scalding ray Which Phoebus darts when he divides the day Into its equal halfes Hot as the torrid zone Burning with a calenture So hor was the Tyrinthian when he wore The poison'd shirt washt in the Centaures gore So burning Phaeton when he did drive The flaming chariot My bulke to Aetna turnes And all her flames pent in my bosome burne I dare that fire it self for heat provoke That chambers in the skie Like flames of burning sulphur Acheron Phlcgethon Hot as a burning feaver As Perillus bull Seething boyling soultry stewing baking brewing frying roasting broyling parching scorching burning flaming chased smoaking sweating reeking glowing findging scalding Hot as the flaming furnace Heaven The Olympick Hall Joves white hall The starty vault The stately palace of the Gods The spangled canopy The airy battlements Star-spotted-spangled-powdered-checkered-embroyderered curtains carpets books The azure circle Upper loft Christal map The highest chamber story gallery The glistering circles of the skie The rolling globe The Chrystal sphears arches The azure tester trimm'd with golden sparks The starry seeling The rich pavillion of the Gods The Chrystal rafters of the skie The vast extensious of the skie The blew rafters of the spangled skies The spangled mansion of the stars Heavens gilt azure cope Joves high turrets The glorious roofe the star-enamelled vault The starry court of Jove The vault of stars The starry round Heavens shining bauldrick The azure-spangled regions The Christal throne The starry round That house of purer bodies tenanted The rapid orbes that bear The changing seasons of the year On their swift wings Silver chime Moving with melodious time The silver pages of that book Where stars are golden letters Glory's magazin Starry towers Celestial bowers Saphire rafters of the skies The whirling poles That dance their daily galiard Majestick roofe fretred with golden fire Harmonious orbes that roul In restlesse gyres about the Artick pole Hector Andromache's stout husband Priams tall son Priams valiant son The Grecians hate and fear Till he that was their fear became their scorne And slain was by Aeâ—onian horses torne Hecuba Priams sad wife Hectors unhappy mother Great Dima's daughter Priams fruitful wife That gave the all illustrious Hector life That scratcht out Polymnestors eyes Buried with stones upon her flung Yet first reveng'd with curses of her tongue Whom raging grief converted to a bitch Ulysses scorned lot Unhappy Queen VVhich after she so much of joy had seen Had life by fates unkindest kindnesse lent To see her daughters impious ravishment Her sons untimely fate her husband die And roll'd in blood before Joves altar lie Polyxena dear issue of her wombe A sacrifice upon Achilles tombe And which was worse than all shee saw before The livelesse corps of her young Polydore Helen v. Beautifull The beauty of whose cheeks Brought against Troy the army of the Greeks Paris unhappy bride Leda's fair daughter That charming beauty free from tainting spot Worthy of Jove if not by Jove begot The twin-brothers pride Hell Sad Averno's strand The depths to heaven-oppos'd Pluto's sad monarchy The shady coast Pluto's wide-door'd house The damned dismal mansion The darksome plashie lake of Acheron The silent deeps And horrid shades where sorrow never sleepes Pluto's pale kingdome Dungeon Blind caves of Dis. The gloomy dwellings of the damned spirits Where Demogorgon's in dull darknesse pent Where hideous Chaos keepes Pluto's grizly band A land where death confusion endlesse night And horrour reign where darnesse is their light The infern I vault The dolorous mansion Where Styx the old grandame of the Gods doth lie That dungeon where the damned souls are shut The pooles of scalding oyle and sulphure The burning wheele turned round in flames In burning beds of steele the damned lie Where Sâ—syphus his restlesse torments rolls Roasted in sulphure And washt in deep vast gulphs of liquid fire The black empire The ugly baleful bower The loathsome kingdom Pâ—uto's empty regiment Tâ—'accurst aboades monsions The gloomy empire of th' infernal king The unamiable realm The realms to day unknown The dreadful house of Austere Pluto Where Tantalus doth ever dread The falling stone that hangs upon his head There are those youthful sisters which in vain Powre water still into that fatal tun Which is as empty as when they begun There Centaures there the hissing Hydra stands Scylla Briarius with his hundred hands Fire-arm'd Chymera's Harpies full of rape Snaky hair'd Gorgons Gerions triple shape There all the furies daughters to old night Implacable and hating all delight Before the adamantine doors do sit And there with combes their snakie curles unknit The dungeon of the damned this is nam'd Here Tityus for attempted rape defam'd Hath his vast body on nine acres spread And on his heart a greedy vulture fed Ixion turn'd upon a restlesse wheele With giddy head pursues his flying heele v. Stix Cocitus Phlegethon Acheron Ixion Tityus Belides Tantalus Geryon Cerberus Furies Pluto Proserpine Helmet Nodding a terrour to the foe with plumed crests The plumed caske The Souldiers warlick maske The shining caske The armed heads defence Hercules The bold Tyrinthian Hero He who bears the dreadful club Whom twice six labours deified Proud Alâ—mena's son Fair Alâ—mena's son Joves great laborious son That wore the fatal shirt VVhite-anckled Hebe's spouse VVhose shoulders did sustein The world nor shrunk beneath so great a fraught To strangle serpents was his cradle sport VVho when he saw the Thracian horses feast VVith humane flesh their mangers overthrew And with the steeds their wicked master slew Joves cruel wife was sooner weary to impose Than he was to performe VVhose garment that he wrapt his body in VVas glorious spoiles the Nemean Lyons skin The injur'd worlds revenger and his own First he the grim Cleonian Lyon
stoop into the yawning grave The tomb Yawns to devour him VVhose chill blood and dull declining years c. A man whom hoary hairs call old Upon whose front time many years had told Arrested by crooked age Prest with a burden of so many years As make him stoop under his load A man whom palsie shakes And spectacles befriend When We are become but statues now of men And our own monuments expecting every day When courteous death shall take their life away Age doth power upon his head a silver shower Grizly hairs â—â—gins to cast th' account of many cares Upon his head Decrepit dayes When creeping age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breath cold winter on thy chill desires When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy limbs With trembling palsies when dry age bedims The Optick sun-shine of thy bed rid dayes Whose bones and veins may be An argument against Philosophy To prove an emptinesse A man declin'd to his Preterperfect tense In the autumn of his mellow age The glasse accuseth to the face Their want of beauty Whom rotten teeth and wrinckled face And head of snowie hairs disgrace Cold age hath frosted his fair hairs Whose hairs do wear the sober hue of gray Envious time â—â—th delv'd her paralels within her brow â—orty winters have besieg'd the brow And dig'd deep trenches up in beauties field When â—able curls are silver'd o'r with white Time hath spilt snow upon your hair Whose hairs contend with snow That wears snow on his shaking head â—â—e in his hear All whose revolting teeth are fled Now carefull age hath pitch'd her painfull plow Upon the surrow'd brow And snowie blasts of discontented care Hath blanch'd the falling hair That bears in his look the Chronicle of many years ago A memento morâ— One whom death hath forgot How many crows hath she outhv'd She Nestor Of a mellow age Rotten ripe That talks behind a beard As his beard him not he his beard did bear Having satisfied the tyranny of time With the course of many years Like a weather beaten Coâ—duit of many Kings raigns A breathing Chronicle Hands prisoners to the palsie Winter faces whose skins slack Lâ—nk as an unthrifts purse but a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose moâ—ths are holes rather worn out than made Whose every tooth to a several place is gone To vex their souls at Resurrection Living deaths head more antick than ancient Old age Crooked age Deaths twilight Deaths slumber The bloodlesse age when times dull plow Doth print her fuâ—â—ows in the aged brow VVhen Ladies in their glasse Look for their own and find another face The gray summe of years The winter of our life VVhen golden haits do turn to silver wire Nature hath crost her fornoon book and cleaâ—'d that score But scarce gives further trust for any more VVâ—th silver hairs speaking experience Gray hairs the Pursivants of death bed-rid dayes Fâ—osty hairs Chair dayes Decrepit dayes VVithering the face hollowing the â—heumie eyes And makes a man even a mans self despise VVhen death displayes his coldnesse in the cheek Times colder hand leads us near home Deaths Calends When as the Castles two leav'd gates be barâ—'d When as â—he mill-stones language is not heard When horn-mouth'd Bellmans shall affright â—hy slambers Thy untun'd ears shall loath harmonious numbers Each obvious molehill shall augment thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs When as thy sinews silver cord is loos'd Thy brainâ— goâ—d bowl is broke the undispos'd And idle livers ebbing fountain drâ—'d The bloods Meandring cisterns unsuppli'd When black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach'd the day When dying pleasures find a full decay VVhen as the Sun and Moon and stars appeâ—r Dark in thy mircrocosmall hemispear VVhen as the clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the châ—ystall of the gloomy Skie VVhen as the keepers of the crazie tower Bepalsie stricken and the men of power Sink as they march and grinders cease to grind Distâ—stfull bread and windows are grown blind Old things As if they had been made Long time before thâ— first Olympiade Old as Evanders moâ—her Fit for an Antiquaries Library A good old man v. Earls Chracters set out by Ed. Blount Chap. 29. Omens Such as were seen Before the Romanes on th' Amathian plain With their own Countries blood their swords distain Sad presages irregularities of natures As ominous as was that voyage when VVhen Caesar did â—ail from Greece to Italy In the small Bark The ominous â—aven with a dismall chear Through his horse beak of following horrour tells Begeâ—ting strange imaginary fear VVith heavy ecchoes like to passing belâ—s The howling dog a dolefull part doth bâ—ar As though they chim'd his latest buâ—ying knell Under the Eves the buzzing screech owl sings Beating his windows with her fatal wings And still affrighâ—ed with his fearfull dreams VVâ—th raging fiends and goblins that he meets Of falling down from steep rocks into streams Of tombs of buriâ—lls and of winding sheets The melting stars their sulphuâ—â—â—s su fâ—t shed The Centre pants with sudden throes And trembling earth a sad distemper shows The sun aâ—â—righted hides his golden heâ—d From hence by an unknown Eâ—lyptick flâ—d Irregular heavens abortive shades display And night usurps the empty throne of day The Meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven The palefac'd Moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearfull change As doth the raven o'r th' infectious house The Skies hung with prodigious signs As if the Scorpion would drop down Out of the Zodiack or the fiercer Lion The croaking ravens Fâ—ag up and down beating the air With their obstreperous beaks The yawning graves have yielded up their dead Fieâ—ce fiery warriours fight upon the clouds In ranks and squadrons and right form of war Which drizzle blood upon the Temples top The noise of battel hurtled in the air Horses do neigh and dying men do groan And Ghosts do shrick and squeal about the streets Lamenâ—ings heard â—'ch air Strange skreams of death and prophesying With accents terrible of dire combustion And confused accents hatch'd to wofull time Th' obscure bird clamour'd the long liv'd night Some say the earth was feaverous and did shake Heart thrilling groanâ— first heard he round his bower And then the screech owl with her utmost power Lâ—bouâ—'d her loathed note the forrests bending with winds as Hecate had been ascending As if some divelish hag were come abroad With some kind mothers late delivered load A â—uthlesse bloody sacrifice to make To those infernall powers that by the Lake Oâ— mâ—ghte Sâ—yx and black Cocytus dwell Swords in the spangled heavens did then by night In th' East and West extend their blazing light Ashâ—s in showers upon the earth did fall Lâ—stre deserts the Sun in height of all His towring pitch The Moon did then look red And â—eâ—rs of blood from her dark Chariot shed Haâ—d â—ocks did groan Arâ—'d troops of foot and horse Incounter
The frail tribe softer sex Fair afflictions Beauteous troubles Frail Corporation Weaker vessels Oversight of nature Mistake of nature Disgrace of reasonablenesse Obstinate cowards slave born tyrants Shops of vanity gilded weathercocks In whom conscience is but peevishnesse chastity Way wardnesse A bad wife is The Hectick feaver not to be be cured but by death Like Falcons stooping to a gaudy lute VVenders of nature when they wrong her not The best of goods or else the worst of evils Glorious angels or else cursed devils None more desire honour or worse keep it That most desire what you most deny And most contemne what comes most easily That carry a pedlars shop about them Names of beauteous women Cynthia Caelia Phebe Phyllis Amarillis Lesbia Chloris Phloe Sirena Coâ—ynna Clarinda Castora Amoret Florimel Claribel Arabella Lucida Belphebe Paeana Aemylia Serena Blandina Gloriana Delia Rosalinda Laura Lucinda Rosaline Portia Cornelia Angelica Angelina Stella Mira Miranda Lucerta Olivia Violetta Lycoris Julia Cytheris Clarinda Calista Irene Leucippe Chariclea Panthea Saccharissa Philumene Valiant women Laurina Tulla Tarpeia Camilla Hippolyta Acca Penthesilea Bâ—â—â—omart Tomyris Artemysia Hipsicratea Candace Voadicea Zenotia Amalasunta Valasca Vnchast women v. VVhores Faustina Thais Lais Helena Clytemnestra Tullia Hippia Catulla Messaline Iberina VVomen of all sorts Heywoods book of VVomen Wolf VVhich infest the night VVith their wild howling at fair Cynthia's light The Mountain dogs that out at midnight stalks And round the quiet sheepfolds closely walk The bitter foe of bleating flock Womb. The winding chambers of the womb Our Mansion where kind nature shews her cunning The secret Mansions where we are VVhilst nature doth our limbs prepare Natures secret cabinet Mans first grave and tomb Wonderfull v. Admirable Wood. v. Arbour Shade A wood untoucht of old was growing there Of thick-set trees whose boughs spreading and fair Meeting obscured the inclosed air And made dark shades exiling Phebus rayes VVhere no rude fawn nor wanton Sylvan playes No nymph disports but cruell deities No bird dares light upon those hallowed boughs No beasts made there their dens no wind there blows VVhere Dryades oft meet The Naiadeâ— and with their nimble feet Soft dances lead although their aierie shape All but a quick poetick sight escape There Faunus and Sylvanus keep their court And thither all the horrid hosts resort A wildernesse of trees Wooll The curled burthen of the ramme The fleecy burthen of the sheep Thriving burthens World The universe The glorious ball The twin globe The universall bower The all-circumference Vast volume The vast amphitheater Mighty orbe The vast rondure A ball of wind A glorious nothing The biggest bubble A ball of ice A slippery bowle The common hall of troubled natures factious court All the World over Where ever Nereus walkes his wavy round From where the morning riseth and the sun To where the even and night their courses run As far as ere heaven-propping Atlas high Bears on his back the beauteous starry skie As far as Phaebus dart s his golden ray Wheresoere the sun doth cast his flaming eye From Alexanders to Alcides bounds From Indian shores unto the setting sun And from the farthest Hyperborean coasts To those whose climes continual summer roasts Where ere the invading sea assaults the land As far As is the Artick from th' antartick star From silver Ganges to Sols watry bed In all the world where Phebus ever showes His glorious face when he his circuit goes From East to West untill in dusky night Unto the lower world he lends his light Within the compasse of the general frame In all the countries which from Gades extend To Ganges where the morning beams ascend Wormes The crawling vermine Dead corps bed-fellowes The wrigling tenants of the grave Crawling Canniballs Wrigling insects That feast upon the dead The unfelt fleas within the winding sheet Wound v. Kill The biting steel's pursued by streams of blood That bâ—th'd her pure white in a crimson flood To warme the reeking steele in blood To sheath the weapon in the flesh To plow the flesh To sluce the blood As from a crack in a strait pipe of lead Conveying water from some fountains head Hissing i' th aire the captive stream doth spin In Chrystal threads her silver humour thin Unseam the skin The gash lies gaping for revenge Wrong No patience can bear no charity pardon An injury beyond all satisfaction Height of injustice Break the lawes of justice W. Xanthus Troy's ancient river which such streams did hold As made the sheepe that drunk of them wear gold Divine Scamanders flood The stream Which men Scamander Gods did Xanthus call The streams wherein young brides did wash their bright And beauteous limbes before the marriage night Xerxes Darius wealthy son That brought the numerous army into Greece 1700000. or as others 1000000 That with his armies drank whole rivers dry That with his ships bridg'd ore the Hellespont That whipt the seas and lasht the winds cause they His threatning commands durst disobey Whose souldiers through the mountains cut their way Persia's luxurious prince Year The year Whose winged car by moneths daies hours is drawn The circle of the moneths The chapters of the booke of Time The serpent rolling in into her selfe Space of Years Thrice seven summers I had seen Deckt in Flora's rich array And as many winters keene Wrapt in suites of silver gray Thrice through the Zodiack had Hyperion pranc't And the fourth time his burning team advanc't When Sol again had brought his team about The sun hath three times parched crab and goat Twelve times the sun Through his twelve signes had run Now he to fifeteen added had a year When summers five he thrice had multiplied By this the sun Conducting time had through 2 3 4 5 6 c. Autumnes run Now through twelve signes the sun had brought his light Now Titan thrice had finished his years In watry Pisces While slowly shding moneths make up the date Of thirty years Now thrice foure heavens have roll'd about The circle of the year Untill Sol thrice the globe hath circled round The quickning sun Had twice six times about the Zodiack run Twice had the glorious sun run through the signes And with his kindly heat improv'd the mines Thrice had Phaebus been In horned Aries taking up his Inne Now when the year had turn'd his course about And fully worne his weary houres out And left his circling travel to his heir That now sets on-set to th' ensuing year Now seventimes Phoebus had his welked wain Upon the top of all the Tropick set As many times descending down again His fiery wheeles had with the fishes wet Three winters cold Have from the forrests shak't the summers pride Three beauteous springs to yellow Autumne turn'd Three Aprill perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd Three summers now have past Thrice hath the painted pride of flora grac't Earths joyfull bosome thrice hath winters rain Bereav'd her of that verdant dresse again The