in a skrew'd face or a writhed looke Vnfit to entertaine an Art diuine VVhich is exprest in that poore Muse of thine Come come great regent of that sacred quire Come in thy selfe and so our soules inspire VVith Arts Elixir and with spirit toe That we may do with boldnes what we do Erect our aged fortunes make them shine Not like the foole in 's foot-cloath but like Time Adorn'd with true experiments which may Conuert our odious night to glorious day Let not Ambition mounted in her state Passe vncontrol'd care not for getting hate For honest minds are best approued still By gaining hate in curbing what is ill Let nâ—t these painted blocks of Iuuenal VVhich for their cloaths are most admir'd of al Stand vnreproou'd let not their dangling plume So daunt thee as thou dare not well presume To blazon their defects speake what thou seest And care not who be pleas'd or who displeas'd Let not moth-eaten Auarice appeare In this deere I le without her Character Lash me the Symonist who though precise In shew can geld his Parsons Benifice â—all me our graine-engrossers moulds of th' earth That in their plentie laugh at others dearth Rouse me the Atheist let 's security Heare th'iudgement of supernall maiestie Thundring against him let th'lasciuious Know their bed-broking sin how odious Their sensuall meetings are to his pure eyes VVho euen the secrets of our hearts espies Searching our reines examining our hearts Discussing each intention and all parts That haâ—e a working faculty Euen he That well approues of morall poesie He that confirmes the motions of our minde And breath 's vpon them if to good inclinde Let not sin-tempting wanton Meremaids rest Without due censure who with naked brest Attractiue eye and garish Complement Ensnare our fond vnâ—ary Innocent These are those Babell publique prostitutes Lures to damnation Romane Catamites Inuentresses of pleasures pensiue still To doe what 's good but frolike to doe ill O London how thy Vanity abounds Glorying in that which thy renowne confounds Traduced fashions from the Dutch to French From French to Spanish and not longer since Then yesterday blush at thy sinne for shame That Albion by thy meanes should â—ose her name And habit too see see how farre thou' rt gone Beyond thy selfe that therer's no fashion knowne In forraine Courts deform'd howsoere it be But by transportance it doth come to thee Lasse how immodest art thou to expresse Thy selfe so much by others fashions lesse How strangely Metamorphis'd to partake For Angells forme the most deformed shape That Countries can bring out ô pittie t is That Albions much admir'd Metropolis Should make those which admir'd her now to hate Her vaine condition introduc'd by state Too plentifull Here you Hesperian wits May you haue subiect more then well befits A modest pen for nere was any time More prone to ill no Region countrey clime Prouince Isle Regiment so truly blest With all earths bounties yet hath lesse exprest Of gratitude here Satirists resort And make an ample coment on the Court VVhere thou shalt write som's wanton others vaine Ambitious some others doe couet gaine By seruile meanes some beggars yet who darâ— VVrite in these daies that any such there are Then my sharp tooth'd Satire frame thy ditty In the same forme vnrip the Crimes of'th Citty VVith a sterne brow tell the purple Magistrate How he has rais'd himselfe to great estate By others ruine such as Mercers are Tell them darke shops haue got away ill ware Such as be Gold-smiths and are dangerous Call them the Siluer-smith of Ephesus Long liue Diana but no longer then By their Diana they doe reape a gaine Such as be Brokers tell them their profession Is not to be a knaue o' th first edition But as those garments which are brought to them Vse to be worne before by other men Euen so they broke their vices and receiue Som crimes wrapt vp i' th garmeÌ„ts which they haue Tell them of Wapping bid them thankfull be That there is Iustice had for Piracie For if that were not it may well be said Many their shops would be vnfurnished But in the Country now my Muse shall be For brooke shee 'le not a Brokers Company Here shalt thou see th'picture of Auarice Thin-cheek'd râ—w-bon'd faint-breath and hollow-eyeâ— Nose-dropping rhâ—wme-destilling driueling mouth Hand-shaking haire down-falling thâ—misers cough Legs goutie knees vnweldy hand on cruch Eies in his bosome gasing on his pouch His labour torment rest he cannot take VVhen all are sleeping he is forc't to wake His Eies are euer ope for riches keepe His eies vnclosed The miser cannot sleepe He 's his owne anguish such an impious elfe That 's ill to all but worst vnto himselfe He has not bookes whereon to meditate Onely a debt booke and an Alminake The one 's for forfeitures where he will pore And daie by day trauers them ore and ore Th'oâ—her's his Enterlude that yeelds him mirth Seeing predictions of the next yeeres dearth Hope of a deerer Sommer then last was Vnseasoned haruest O these hopes surpasse All others Heere the Miser sets his eie And when he does these strange prenotions spie He kisses th'booke sweares the profession's rare And wishes all hee reades such subiects were This Cormorant engrosseth all his graine Makes his barnes greater by a secret traine Brings ore his neighbours sonne to set his hand Vnto a sale and so ioynes land to land This wicked vlcer that corrupts the state Nere thinkes of death till that it be too laâ—e His gold 's his God yet vse it cannot he But in expression of his miserie Which puts the poore Miser to a double paine By telling it and putting't vp againe But now my nimble Satyre for to thee Tends this impolisht peece of poesie How wilt thou taxe or where wilt thou begin With thy tart phrase to stinge and nettle him Thou must be bitter for in greatest grieues And festered wounds we vse no lenitiues To mollefie but corrasiues to gall And of all griefes this is the great'st of all By it we are degenerate and liue As such as can receiue but cannot giue To Nature competence Come my deare Mate I le tell thee how to cure their desperate state Which in few words least that thy memory faile I le speake my minde vnto thee in a tale It chaunc't vpon a time and well might be For such like chances fall-on miserie A pinch-gut Miser fell extreamely sicke So as at last his Conscience gan to pricke And tell him of 's oppression wheresoere He turn'd his eyes he saw damnation there Sleepe could he not his sicknesse was too great Nor hope for ought his conscience did so threate And terrifie his soule thus lay this wretch Poore in his spirit though to the world rich Faine would he oft desire himselfe confest But cause he was falne out with Parish priest About a Tith-pigge he deferr'd the time And would in no case suffer this Diuine To
minister due comfort to his sâ—ate All woeâ— begone so great was th' Misers haâ—e For though he were afflicted yet would he Vp-braide the Parson full irreuerently Calling him hedge priest belly-god nay â—orâ— That like a Thiefe he came not in at dore But in at windowe to his Beneâ—ice And that he knew the practice and deuice Of him and 's Patron who that th' law might 〈◊〉 Dispensed with in case of Symonie Sold him a horse that whatsoere should faâ—â— The price might pay for th' Benefice and all This would he say concluding merrily Sir Priest you come more for my pigge then me Silent the Parson was for well he knew The Miser spoke no more then what was true Onely he wisht such neighbours as he had Present to pray for him for he was mad And that by all appearance it was like That his disease had made him lunatickes Thus euery day his sicknesse did encrease Bereâ—t of comfort consciencâ— sweetest peace Without all hope of health or here or there For th'worm of conscience follows euery where There 's no euasion left where ere we goe She will attend vs in our weale and woe You heard confest he would by as t is true A miser loues not him that craues his due So to such men this censure stands for iust They loue their Conscience rest lesse then their ruâ—t What should he doe the Pardon now is gone And he vnto himselfe is left alone T' expostulate with death his sinnes did grieue hiâ— But now the most when all his friends do leaue him Torment belowe iudgement he sees aboue Witnesse within him that will duly proue What he has done on earth thus all in one Make vp a consort in his dying mone Yet as a ship ore-burdend with her freight Sinking before sayls brauely being made light Or as the Ocean beats from shelfe to shelfe Sea-sicke god-wot till she hath purg'd herselfe So this sur-charged soule rowl's here and there And yet to comfort is no whit the neere Till that same laâ—tage of corruption be Exempted quite then sleepes she quietly Confesse he must but to no Priest that 's vaine But vnto one cleere of another straine Shall I tell Satire yes thou needs must know it And this he was a thrid-bare neighbouring Poet Who after dew confession made to him Of euery act and each peculiar â—inne Extortion Violence and Iniurie Pressing of Orphanes biting vsurie Forfeitures taken forged bills at last He makes confession how a Poet past His pikes who once was of a faire estate But after had no prospect but a grate O quoth the Poet that was ill in you O quoth the Miser I doe know its true But with remorce I now lament his fall Which 'mongst the rest afflictâ— me most of all Wherefore good Sir poure out your prayers for me That in distast of my impiety Languishing sore I may be cheerd in state Dying in hope that now lies desperate The faire conditio'nd Poet though he had heard How ill his owne profession got reward By this hard-harted Miser yet did he Scorne his reuenge should in affliction be Streight he retires himselfe a pretty space Chusing for 's Orisons a priuate place VVhich being done to cheere the drooping man VVith hands heau'd vp his praiers he thus began Powerfull Iehouah King of Heauen and Earth That giu'st to all things liuing life and bâ—rth Thou that protects each thing which thou hast made And so preseru's it as it cannot fade Before the time prefin'd thou that wilt haue Mercy on such as thou dost meane to saue Looke in this wretch that lies all woe begon If so thou thinke hee s worthy looking on Great is thy mercy so it needs must be If thou wilt saue such Miserâ—ants as he But what thou meanes to doe he faine would know Wâ—ether he must ascend or fall below That he prouision may according make And fit himselfe for th'Voyage he must take For if to heauen he needs the lesse prepare Because he knowes all needfull things be there But much he fear'd and so feare other some Mongst which my selfe that there be nere shall come But if to hell the likelier place o' th two He does desire that thou wouldst this allow He may haue so much respite as prepare The Bonds of all such Prodigalls be there That what he could not cancell here so well On earth may there be cancelled in hell The cause is this as it to me appeares Lest that those spend-thrifâ—s fall about his eares When they shall see him which that he may stay He 'le cancell th' Bonds though 't be long after day Or this 's the cause as he was impious here He meanes to proue an honest Deuill there That Time to Times-successors may bring forth Hell made him better then he was on Earth Much more he praide but I doe rather chuse Satyre to make of all his praiers an vse That when the vse shall well expressed be Thou maist apply the Benefit to thee Sir quoth the Poet I my praiers haue made Haue you replyed he as one dismayed Yes sir and by them so my zeale enforc't As I preuaild though it was long time first For know an apparision came to me VVith a shrill voice which bad me say to thee If thou wile first a restitution make And render vp what thou by Fraud didst take From any man but chiefly what thou tooke From th'Poet next deliuer vp thy booke Of all Accounts great'st cause of thy despaire To thy Confessour and make him thy heyre Thou shalt haue health for this it bad me tell But if thou wilt not thou art markt for hell For Hell no marry Iâ— take keyes and state I will not buy wealth at so deere a rate If thou my pretty Satyre couldst reclayme A miser thus I 'de thanke thee for the same But all too long I haue enforc't thee stay Vice calleth thee and Time drawes me away An Epigramme called the Ciuill Deuell IT chanc't one euening as I went abroad To cheere my cares and take away my loads Of disagreeing passions which were bred By the distemper of a troubled head Midst of my walke spying an Allye doore Which I protest I neuer spied before I entred in and being entred in I found the entry was to th' house of sinne Yet much I wondred how sin there could be Where th'sinnes protectresse show'd most modestâ— A ciuill matron lisping with sorsooth As one that had not heart to sweare an oath In Graue attire French hood all Frencheside For she had some-thing more of French beside Her outward rayment in a loose-gowne made Right after fashion with a countnance staid And which is stranger shamefast her Iaboord Like a young nouice letcher making each word A protestation she that knew'th deuice T' ensnare a greene wit seem'd wondrous â—iâ—e Reprouing of my errour Sir I am For thus she tooke me vp wife to a man Of due respect one that has office borne Twice in the Citty therefore
so bad These glorie in deformed shapes and thirst After that guize which doth beseeme them worst But wouldst thou know them then attend to me And I in few words will describe them thee Their peak't mouchatoes bodkin wise oppose Each other and stand brauing of their nose They 're blustering boyes and whatsoe're befall If they be three to one they 'le haue the wall They haue a mint of oaths yet when they sweare Of death and murder there 's small danger there Buffe-yerkins say their souldiers but 's not so For they were prest indeed but durst not goe They weare a Cutlers-shop euer about them Yet for all that we need not greatly doubt them For tak 't from me by this you soon'st may know theÌ„ They weare the desperat'st blades yet dare not draw them They 're Panders by profession men that get A slauish meanes out of a seruile wit They 're euer soaking of a pipe whose smoake Makes them contort wreath their wainskot look To euery fashion they are monstrous proud And what-soere they speake they sweare its good They neuer goe to Church vnlesse it be To man their whore or for formalitie They are and are not seeming men by sight But beasts becomming slaues to appetite Their walke is not where Vertue hath recourse For to discourse of Vertue is a curse To Roring-boyes their Rende-voue's Tibb Calles Her shrowd their shrine their walk 's in Garden-allies Dost see these youngling pray thee see and mark A whore enticing and a god-lesse sharke Attending her haue a good eye to him Pray thee beware he 's instrument of sinne Goe not along let my aduise enforce Least thou returne my boy by weeping crosse Let not ô let not moment of delight Depriue thy soule of her internall light Shame not thy eye of reason with expence Of ill spent time expos'd to th' vse of sence Thy form 's Diuine no fading vading flower O let not then th' embraces of a whore Captiue thy iudgement but as thou dost take Thy Great Creators forme so for his sake Reserue thy Temple if thou ' le liue with him To be for Syon not for place of Sinne. The occasion of this Epigram proceeded from the restraint of the Author who in the iustnes of his cause like Zenophons Sparrow fled for refuge to the worthily esteemed the Right Worshipfull RICH. HVTTON Sergeant at Lawe to whose protection the retired Author commends his Epigramme entitled HIS CATCH Singing my catch if you be not my friend For all my catch I shall be catcht ith'end NOt in a durance suite remaine I here Yet in a suite like durance hemm'd with feare Retir'd I am confinement makes me thrall Vnto my selfe which grieues me most of all If I but see the shadow of a man Or th'tinkling of a Braziers copper pan I feare a Sergeant shadow saies its he And th'Brazier saies such like his buttons be Where shall I flie to 'lasse I know not where For Milford-lane is growne too monstrous deere No there I must not goe for know you how That place is stil'd The Gallants Randâ—-uou Well some-where I must flie O now I see 't Philosophers say heate is expel'd by heate Moisture by moisture Colds extremity By cold deriu'd from passions natiuely Concurring in vs if this then be trew VVho should I flie to Sir but vnto you That are a Sergeant and has power to place Your God-sonne free from any Sergiants Mace To you I le flie pursu'de by impudence A Courtiers garbe crauing safe residence Vnder your wings and know kinde Sir from me To doe for Orphanes its a charity Little I am possest of well you know And of that little little doe I owe To any man yet for all this am I Made a fit obiect for a Sergeants eie I could not beg if that my cause were bad But to disburse for that I neuer had Nor anie for me 'lasse it seemes to me The cause might pleade it selfe without a fee. Pray Sir at least if'th Courtier needes will craue it Let him pursue such where ' has hope to haue it For me there 's none but this his wit God wot To sue his bond wheres nothing to be goe Yet for the reputation which I beare To my vnblemisht credit I must feare Not our iust cause nor any such pretence But brazen-face and guilded conscience For dangers felt are worse then others feard Which makes me now conceald which once appear'd 'Lasse Sir my studies cannot brooke restraint Since times obseruance giues me argument Of writing what I write so smal's the store Of Là 'er I haue that if I knew not more By obseruation then by reading men Might iustly say I knew not what I pen. But Iustice whose pure eie lookes euer right And can admit of none that cloudes her sight Will shield my cause its trues I know she will Yet in meane time I am be-leagred still With thâ—se iniurious burres these tenterhookes That euen afright me with their gastly looks These engines of despaire agents of euill Factors for Mammon Viceroyes for the diuell These that lay hold like bird lime these be they That must be soundly brib'd or we must pay I haue no hope then but your vertuous selfe To saue my crasie vessell from this shelfe Or ship-wrack rather and so sure am I Of your best helpe that I see safety Appearing midst of daunger for my trust So well repos'd in one that is so iust Cannot be frustrate but must needes receiue What you may graunt and I may iustly haue And well I know that actions of this kinde Keepe best concordance with your generous minde Whose natiue vertues haue been still exprest In giuing breath to causes that are best A great prerogatiue as 't seemes to me Haue you ore such as onely take their fee Witthout obseruance or discussion had Of what the cause is whether good or bad These like to spiders weaue ore iustice throne A web to make their actions lie vnknowne But all in vaine their vices time descries For time has many eares and many eies Ripe was his wit and well he vnderstood VVho rous't Westminster Hal with Irish wood That Iustice there profest ' should like appeare Suffring no venemous creature to come neere Her sacred throne no Spider worme nor moth But that like vertue should accrew to both VVhich makes me muse sith Irish wood can show Such pure effects why Ireland does not see O no it were too much to be the same In title temper nature and in name But whit her wanders my confined Muse Lament thine owne care not for times abâ—se It yields thee matter ro expresse thy spleene VVhich otherwise would be extinguish't cleane Thou mai'st retire ther 's one will see thee pla'st In safe repose till all these stormes be past VVhich past may I my conning quite forget If better numbers doe not defcant it From me and mine to you and yours From time to time our praiers like showers Diffused be
th' period of thy pleasure was in hauing And that thy lust was but desire of gaine I curb'd my selfe that I should be so vaine To spend my state my stock my name my nature On such a brittle fickle faithlesse creature Fond was my iudgement when my reason straid To soile the honourd title of a maide With brothell greeting or a painted trunke A rotten Tombe a Basiliske a Punke For tell me whore what bewty's in thee showne Or mouing part that thou canst say's thine owne The blush that 's on thy cheeke I know is made by 'th Painters hand and not by nature laid And that same rosie-red and lillie white Which seemes t' include a volume of delight Is no more thine then as it may be said Faire is the waine skote when it 's varnished Yâ—a I haue heard some of thy consorts say Thy night-face is not that thou wearst by day But of a different forme which vnderstood Rightly implies too faces in one hood Now my prodigious faery that canst take Vpon occasion a contrary shape Thou that canst vaâ—ie habits and delight To weare by day what thou putst of at night Thou that with tempting motiues of despaire Braiding the net-like tresses of thy haire Smoothing thy brazed front oyling thy skin Taking a truce with Satan and with sinne How canst thou thinke that I will loose the light Of my deare soule to please mine appetite How canst thou thinke that for a moments sweete Wherein the height of pleasures sorrows meete I will engage that essence of delight For time eternall measure infinite How canst thou thinke I am so void of sense Or blinde as not to know thy impudence True I was blind when thy sin Syren voice Made me despise my selfe and make a choice Of soules seducing Error I was blinde When I did hope contented ioyes to sinde In so profane a couer Blinde was I When I expected ought but vanitie In such an odious harbour blinde I was To looke for vertue in so vile a case But now the glorious essence of my soule Tels me For all thy vertue thou art foule Spotted with Ermins and that vanitie Of which thaâ— t proud is like a leprosie VVich runnes to euery vaine whose very breath Poisons the tutcher with infectious death For what 's complexion if I should speake true That which thou weaâ—s I meane but what the Iew Of lothsome compositions ' â—vsd to make As th'fat of Serpents and the slough of snakâ—s VVith cursed spittle or fleagme commixed is And canst thou thinke this face deserues a kisse No odious Lecher that besâ—obbered face That entertaines no signe nor stampe of grace That sin-reflecting eye whose piercings are VVounds to the soule and to the mind a care That artificiall blush that painted checke VVhich neuer seekes what woman-hood shold seek That whorish looke drain'd from a wanton mind Shall make me hate where I was once inclin'd Shall make me hate O that I did not hate Before this time but sorrow's nere too late If feruent and may I excluded be If my resolues proceed not inwardly Fareâ—ell but well I doubt thou canst not fare So long as 〈◊〉 dost lodge in this dispaire Preuent me then the cause and thou shalt see The effect thereof will soone preuented be Till then adew for till that time I sweare it Thy Connie-burrow is not for my Ferret Vpon a Poets Palfrey lying in Lauander for the discharge of his Prouender An Epigram IF I had lin'd but in King Richards dayes Who in his heat of passion midst the force Of his Assailants troubled many waies Crying A horse a Kingdome for a horse O then my horse which now at Liuery stayes Had beene set free where now hee 's forc't to stand And like to fall into the Ostlers hand If I had liu'd in Agamemnons time Who was the leader of the Mirmidons Mounting a loft as wantons in their prime Of frolike youth planting the Graecians In their due order then this horse of mine Had not bin thus confin'd for there he might Haue showne himselfe and done his master right If I had liu'd when Pallas horse was made Aptly contriu'd for th'ruine of poore Troye O then there had beene doings for my Iade For he had beene sole author of annoy Vnto the Troians well as I haue said He might be Pallas horse in legge and limme Being so neere proportion'd vnto him If I had liu'd in Pasiphaes raigne That lusty Lasse in pleasure euer full And perfect dalliance O I blest had beene She sure would loue a horse that lou'd a Bull And better might it with her honour seeme A Bul 's too fierce a horse more modest aye Th' one routs and rores the others answer's ney If I had liu'd in Alexanders age Crowning my youth 'mongst his triumphant heires O then that prince who in his heat of rage Bad th'Mâ—cedons get staâ—lions for their Mares More liuely and more likely would not gage His loue for nought to such as mongst the rest Would bring a Stallion that could doe with best If I had liu'd amongst th'Amazonites Those Warlike champions monuments of Fame Trophies of Honour friends to choice deâ—ights Who much desired to propagate their name And therefore wisht that they so many nights Might haue free vse with men in due remorce For want of men would take them to my horse If I had liu'd in Phaeton his daies When with vngiddy course he rul'd the Sun O then my Palfrâ—y had beene of great prise For hee 's not head strong nor would haue out-run His fellow-Horses but with gentler pace As soft and easie as the nimble wind He would with hakney pace lagg'd on behind If I had liu'd when th' warre of Agincourt Burnish't with shields as bright as Diamond To which our noblest Heroes made resort O then my Stallion would haue kept his ground And beene at razing of the stateliest fort In all that Prouince and though small he may Yet am I sure he would not runne away If I had liu'd but in Don Quixotes time His Rozinant had beene of little worth For mine was bred within a coulder clime And can endure the motion of the earth With greater patience nor will he repine At any prouender so mild is he How many men want his humility If I had liu'd when that proud fayry Queene Boasted to run with swift wingd Zephirus Tripping so nimbly ore the leuie greene Of Oetas flourie forrest where each bush Tâ—xâ— her presumption then my Horse had beene A Horse of price O then he had beene tride And to no manger in subiection tide If I had liu'd when Fame-spred Tamberlaine Displaid his purple signalls in the East Hallow ye pamphred Iades had beene in vaine For mine 's not pamphred nor was ere at feast But once which once's nere like to be againe How methinks would hee haue scour'd the wheeles Hauing braâ—e Tamberlaine whipping at 's heeles If I had liu'd but in our Banks his time I doe not doubt
your customing Dependance has vpon that due esteeme They haue of you that are the same you seem Plaine home-bred chapmen yet of such due note Their word is good how plaine so ere 's their coat Yea doe I wish I may haue such as they Ingag'd to me for they 'l do what they say When silken coats and some of them I know Will say farre more then ere they meane to doe Therefore it much concernes you to produce That which you know is for a common vse Not for the eye so much as for the proofe For this doth tend most to your owne behoofe VVhere Reputation doth such custome gaine As being got is seldome lost againe Yet sure methinks my Friends you put to th'venture VVhen your commodities are stretcht on th' tenter So that as I haue heard when come to weting They shrinke a yard at least more then is fitting Yet doe I heare you make excuse of this That for your selues you know not what it is And for your Factors what they take they pay If Shere-men stretch them so the more knaues they It 's true they are so yet for all you vse These words beleeu 't they 'l ferue for no excuse For if you will be Common-weales men know VVhether your Shere-men vse this feate or no Before you buy which found reprooue them then Or else auoid such tenter-hooking men There is a Gallant in this towne I know Who damnd himselfe but most of them doe soe If that he had not to make cloake and suit Some thirty yards of rug or thereabout Yet hardly came to fifteene afterward It had beene measur'd by the Taylors yard Now was not this too monstrous and to badde That it should leese full halfe of that it had I know not what to thinke but to be breefe Either the Taylor was an arrant theefe And made no bones of Theft which is a crime Most Taylors will dispence with at this time Or sure if my weake wit can iudge of it The rugge was tentred more then did befit But you will say the Gallant sure did lie Faith if you be of that minde so am I For it s scarce possible so much to put In Cloake and sute vnlesse heed cloath his gut And that 's ofth'largest size and so 't may be For I 'ue heard one skild in Anatomie Auerr thus much that euery gut in man For at that time his lecture then began VVas by due obseruation knowne to be Seauen times his length so that it seemes to me If this be true which Naturalists doe teach The Taylor plaid the man to make it reach So far for sure the yards could not be small That were to make cloake sute cloath guts and all But I doe finde you guiltlesse for I know As to your Countrey you your liues doe owe If priuare harmes might propagate her good For Countries loue extends vnto our blood So there 's no Commerce which you entertaine Aymes not in some part at a publique gaine And that 's the cause Gods blessings doe reneâ— Making all things to cotton well with you Now to the third Branch is my muse addrest To make your Trades Antiquity exprest If I had skill but rightly to define Th' originall foundation and the time The cause of your encrease and in what space The people you Commerst with and the place Of your first planting then it might appeare Vpon what termes your priuiledges were But so onfus'd be times antiquities As it is hard directly to show these In what especiall sort they were begun Yet I may doe what other men haue done And by coniectures make your Trade displayd Speaking in Verse what some in prose haue saide Some are opiniond that your trade began From old Carmentis who in colours span Such exquisit rare works asth'webs she wrought Were farre and nere by forrain nations sought And as it may in ancient writ appeare The Phrigian works were said to com from her But now the better to vnfolde the same Know that there were two women of that name The one for Stories manifest no lesse Euanders mother was a Prophetesse Who wrot and spake in verse with such a grace As she renoumd the Countrey where she was The other was a Spinster which did come Along with Aquila when he from Rome Marching amaine laâ—cht forth for Britanie Which Coast Carmentis did no sooner see Then she admir'd for well she saw by vse Th' inhabitants would proue industrious So as in thâ—se daies rude they grâ—w in time Specially Nooth-ward by her discipline To become ciuill and where prompt to doe Any set Taske this Matron put them to Touching the place where she plantation had Diuers Historians haue so differed As hardly iumpe they by a hundred mile And therefore difficult to reconcile Their different opinions for they striue Amongst themselues aske wher shes'd ariue Since it appeares when Aquila came ashore Saue 3 or 4 choice dames there were no more Of woman kinde with him for he was loath To ship such old hags were not for his tooth And therefore such as bewâ—y did adorne Wer shipt with him for they would serue his turne To reconcile these doubts which seems a woÌ„der Know that his fleet deuided was a sunder And driueÌ„ to sundry creeks som East som west Som North som South for so they wer distrest By aduerse winds as forced from together They were disperst they knew not where nor whither In which auspicious tempest happy stray For happy was that tempest may you say This modest matron with an heauy heart Reâ—t of her friends ariued i th North part With som young maids which Aquila did minde To bring along to keepe his men in winde The Port when she ariud as 't seemes to me For I doe ground on probability Drawne from the clime Ports description Was the rich hauen of ancient VVorkington Whose stately prospect merits honours fame In nought more noble then a Curwens name And long may it reserue that name whose worth Hath many knights from that descent brought forth For if to blaze true fame I ere haue skill In Bouskill ioynd with Curwen show 't I will Carmentis thus ariud did trauaile on To find finde some place fit for plantation For then that Coast as we in stories reade Lay wholy wast and was vnpeopled Where in her progresse by the way she came She gaue to sundry places disserent name Mongst which her owne name whence it is they say Cartmell or Carment-hill holds to this day Her Appelation and now neere an end Of her set iourney as she did descend Downe fâ—om the neighbouring Mountaines she might spie A woody vale seat'd deliciously Through which a pleasant Riuer seemd to glide VVhich did this vale in equall parts deuide This hauing spide on Stauelaies Cliffes they say She laid her staffe whence comes the name Staffe-lay Corruptly Staulay where she staid a space But seeing it a most notorious place And that the trades men were so giuen
streame Where th'foord's at lowest recollect to minde His noble image and in it thou 'l finde Such singular impressions of reguard As I doe thinke thou 'l honourt ' afterward VVhen thou obseru's ther 's nothing that 's in him VVas not before in Christ excepting sinne O then refine the ayme of thy intents In raising rents thinke on thy Sauiours rents In taking of aduantage thinke on this If God aduantage take for each amisse In what a case wert thou how woe-begon That of a thousand cannot answer one If thou to grieue Gods little ones begin Thinke therewithall that thou art grieuing him VVho in his mercy hares the widdowes crie And in his pitty wipes the Orphanes eye VVhich thou hast cause to thinke on so much rather Sith God's the widdows Iudge the orphans Father And though earths Iustice be of th'second sight Yet hee 's so iust hee 'l doe the poorest right But if mans Image which were strange should faile VVith thy remorselesse conscience to preuaile From that transparent Mirror I le descend Though it may seeme in it to comprehend All humane glory yea I may say more The forme of God which he assum'd before Vnto that due obseruance or that care VVhereby we come to acknowledge what we are Man 's of a substance meane hauing his birth As his first natiue Mother from frayle Earth Brittle's his composition and so weake Be his resolues as hee can vndertake Nought with so firme a purpose as may stand Or will not change with th'turning of a hand His health 's a stranger to him for when most It seemeth with him it is soonest lost For his abiding hee 's as in a Tent VVherein hee s militant not permanent The world 's his campe his profest enemies VVherewith he is to grapple they be these The turbulent affections of his mind Which euery houre is seuerally inclin'd The goale which he doth ayme at or th'reward After the fight hee lookes for after-ward Thus thou may see in this same earthly cell Though dwell we seeme indeed we doe not dwell But foiourne It s no mansion but an Inne Syons our home this pilgrimage is sinne As for our states we are but leacers all And shall be put off when hee 's pleasd to call Yea I may rather say and not amisse VVe are the Lessees he the Lessour is And howsoere our Lands-Lords make accompt They 'r but inferiour Lords hee 's Paramount Then if thou wilt but duely looke vpon 't Thy tenure stands vpon a tickle point Yea I doe find thy state not worth a straw If I haue any iudgement in the law And why shouldst thou bring poore men into suit Sith thou thy selfe hast no state absolute But for thy terme of life so as methinks VVhen that French gibberish to my braine-pan sinks VVhere Iohn a Stiles and 's neighbour Iohn an Okes VVith many other Law-baptized folkes Are brought in seaz'd of land as they doe finde In Burrow English Soccage Gauell-kinde Fee-tayle fee-simple it oft seemes to me These Lawyers are the simplest men that be Who are perswaded and would haue vs too But let 's discent from them there 's fools enough That of al states and Tenures are possest Or can bee had Fee-Simple is the best Whereas I thinke if well they vnderstood What specially concern'd them and their good They would conclude Fee-simple will not doe A double-Fee is better of the two If we could find indeed a difference In th'liues of th' tenures then there were some sence To say that such a tenure were the strongest Because by it the Tennant liues the longest But tell me are not all estates that be Subiect alike to mutability To the possessour you will say they are If vnto him why should we further care Since as the Prouerbe is when he is gone The world 's gone with him as all in One O then thou Earth-bred worme why shouldest thou vant As if thou wert a Lord praedominant Why shouldst triumph ore th'meaner sort of men Since thour' t composd of one selfe Mould with thē Thou art but Adams sonne and so are they Both of you fram'd and fashion'd of one clay Both haue one image then compassion take If not for them yet for their image sake For though thou canst not one good looke affoord To these poore snakes they 'r deere vnto the Lord As is thy selfe as pretious in Gods eies Bought and redeemed with as great a price And though there be twixt Substitutes and Kings Superiour states and lower vnderlings A difference in the world yet there shall Twixt them in heauen no difference be at all Onely what 's good shall approbation haue With King and subiect conquerer and slaue O then receiue the bowells of compassion And beare like mind as thou dost beare like fashion Let thy vnrighteous Mammon get thee friends That when thy pilgrime daies of Labour ends Thou may possesse a glorious heritage After the period of this pilgrimage My lessons are but short pray then remember As thou the welfare of thy soule dost tender The best of vs are tennants but at will And stand in hazard of disseisure still And though our states seeme firmer then the rest They are vncertaine tenures at the best In briefe thou earthly Lands-lord striue to be As thou wouldst haue Heauens Lands-lord towards thee Not too extreame thou knowst the doome is giuen That not extortioner shall enter Heauen Resolue what thou wilt doe for though it grieue me To leaue thee yet I am enforc't to leaue thee And turne vnto thy Tennant who dismaide Stands heere at doore to heare what I haue said To the Tennant howsoeuer WHat state soeuer thou art seazed on Or in what Tenure thou dost hold vpon I l'e now addresse my speech in briefe to thee Wherein I ayme in part to comfort thee In part to rectifie what may seeme ill In thy peruerse and vn-conformed will That in them both for th' loue which I doe owe To him thou represents I may so show That deere affection which we 're bound to beare To one another while we soiourne heere As when an end of all our sorrowes are Reduc'd to one set period and our care Shall haue a finall end what I haue done In loue may be approu'd when I am gone To moue thee vnto comfort in a word I 'le vse th'perswasion which I gaue thy Lord To humble his ambicious spirit when I told him of the different state of Men How in the eyes of men indeed they were Esteemed great but when they should appeare Before that high Tribunall where all should Though if they might auoid it many would Make their appearance then the great should know They were no more respected then the low One aduocate one Iudge one barre one triall Conscience the onely difference when Deniall Seald with abite or th' accursed doome Or th'inuitation with Venite come Shall in that generall iudgement there expresse Or weale or woe or hell or happinesse So as when
assoil For Ioue at first conceiuing mortall seede amidst his labors some repast to need Created night those cares to take away which had beene fostred on the toilesome day Night wished night to Louers that desire to be partakers of that heauenly fire Cupid blind boy infuseth in their brest which once infus'd engendreth their vnrest But it s no matter leaue vve cannot louing though bitter fruits redound to our approuing This gloomy night yeelds comfort to their wo For Ioue had showen the place where they should go To Ninus toomb a toomb to bury griefe shaded with couert fit for loues reliefe These two blest louers blest in loues appearing addresse their eye for sight their eare for hearing Lâ—st their suspicious Parents should sift out Their fond intendments which they went about The Night was very darke darke nights be best For such as on the day-time take no rest Since each disparkling beame which doth appeare yeelds to a Iealous louer cause of feare But duskie nights which Louers best approue giue free accesse of parly vnto loue Thisbe loue-sicke for loue had made her sicke time thus occasioned findes a pretie tricke To gull her keepers and her Parents too which who can blame her all that loue will doe Deere be our Parents loues their wils their blessingâ— by which we prosper deerer be the kissings Of those we loue sincerely from our heart for where they be there is our chiefest part No vnfrequented desert can remoue our hearts from them whom we entirely loue No distance can disioine vnited mindes no labyrinth fram'd with Meanders winds We rest the same or else it cannot be that our affections ground on constancie Thisbe with creeping pace pac'd ore the floore oyling the hinges of the creeking dore Lest it should shew her meaning to her mother whose eies she q feared more then anie other For they were too too iealous and would spie more in her dealing then her fathers eye For he was bed-rid and could hardly moue his sencelesse ioints and knew not what was loue Yet this bed full of bones this sap-lesse wretch had sap within his chest for he was rich And more for which all wisemen-may deride him he euer lov'd to haue his golde beside him For on his trash he was so deeply rooted that he fond-man could neuer sleepe without it Thus had he much yet he desir'd much more his gold his Idole which he did adore And though he had no vse for that he got yet he fâ—om raking more surceased not Which punishment was first inflict'd by Ioue Rich men should haue no vse of what they loue But in anâ—n-bred appetite to golde delight to haue it euery minute tolde VVhich being done making an endlesse paine they tell their trash and put it vp againe Thus did this aged Tymon and respected wealth more then youth of girles most affected For richlesse was the scope he leuel'd at hee le call none sonnes but men of good estate Worth worthlesse seemes if worth haue no retire nor means by which their honour might aspire For beggar Irus whose estate was poore made Ithacus to driue him out of dore And seeing him arraide in beggars list in furious passion slew him with his fist Thus men are made respectlesse for their want and pouerty though faire yet whole not taunt Deeming them most vnfit of honours throne that haue more wit then fortune of their owne But he that poiseth worth as worth should be will not obscure true worth for pouertie Being the substance and maine difference twixt sauage beasts and humane excellence And more is trash inferior to the minde then pith of trees superior to the rinde Thysbe escaping hies her to the place which was appointed her admired face Cast such a lustre on the plaines belowe as sleepy mountaines couered with snow In Maiden white appareld maides should be arraied so to shew their modestie Such piercing eyes she had which shon so bright that they gaue day vnto a gloomy night So that each Wood-nimph Faune and Satyre there rose from their caues perceiuing light appeare Siluanus god of woods and desert groues his shaggy head from off his pillow moues And halfe asleepe seeing his arbour shine and all about him long before his time He girds his quiuer to him and drew neere to Ninus toombe where sun-beames shon most cleere Where he no sooner came ay me too soone to that vnluckie shrine that ominous toombe But seeing her he cast all sleepe aside sewing and suting Thysbe for his bride Mirror of women best of Natures art heare a poore wood-god that hath pledg'd his heart To thee and to thy feature heauenly queene that would these flowry thickets well beseeme Sit thee downe here this is an arbour sweet where al the wood nymphs vse each euen to meet Making a concord whose mellifluous sound would glad the birds and all the desert round The Nimphs shall make their praiers and renew each morne their hymnes that they may pleasure you The Muses nine from Pyerus shall descend and to our musique their attention lend Where if there anie discord chance to be Muses themselues will yeeld a remedie There Clio Erato and Melpomene Euterpe Thalia and Calliope Terpsychore Vrania and that sweet tong'd Poly-himnia singing at thy feet All these shall grace thee in this rurall plaine if thou canst brooke to loue a Countrie swaine Yet am I borne more high then mortall men deriu'd from gods euen of immortall stem t Sprung my beginning therfore scorne not me since if thou match thou match's with deitie The flowery shrubbs thou seest doe I command nay euen the Cedar which so high doth stand Rests at my power there is no branch doth grow whose moisture doth not from Syluanus flow The sweetest spices of Arabia the preciou'st perfumes breth in Lidia Smell by my meanes for my celestiall power can make each stinking weede a fragrant flower Then deare affect me for no perfume's good if I want thee that perfumes euery Wood. Thysbees replie IF you quoth Thysbee as you doe professe deriue your birth from gods then shew no lesseâ— maid For it s not fit that gods with starres araid and heauens immortall sphaeres should loue a u A Countrie lasse best fits a Countrie swaine his oaten pipe best suites with her harsh straine Those gods that in Olympus regiment sit and beare rule skorne baser elements Then if you be diuine as sure you be surcease your suite which yeelds indignity To that high of-spring whence you did proceed staine not your loue with any mortall seed Doth mine high linage quoth Syluanus shew that I am too diuine to match with you Thou art sure born of that ambrosian aire which is infus'd in me thou art too faire To be of mortall race oh do not then debase that faire so much to mach with men Yet if thou wilt not match but with a swaine He be no god that I thy loue may gaine A shepheards habite I wil take
The water-nimphs replide with curtuous cheere they knew none such nor any did apeare But if it pleasd him they their springs would seeke exquire each bushie shade each priuate creeke To see if she were in their mansions hid which he assented to all which they did But when with watrie tripping they had sought both brake and brier yet could not finde her out Wearied with their diurnall labour left Pyramus sighing of all ioy bereâ—t Yet did these nimphes bemone his hard mishap for sitting downe vnder Nereus lap They turnd their Warbling strings to that sad straine that all the woods re-eccoed them againe Each in their order sung their dolefull verse as if it had been ouer Thysbes hearse And tun'd their odes with that vnseasoned time as that brute beasts to pittie did incline For they in sable colours did portend that their two loues were neere a tragick end Thus shadie night Sea-nimphs stars plan'ts all presage to them and to their loues a fall Yet Pyramus though sad for he was sad to haue those hopes extinguisht which he had Seeks still about the tombe sad tombe quoth hee that hides my loue so much admir'd of me Yet if thou wilt but tell me where she is I vow by Heauens I le pardon what 's amisse Yea I 'le remit thine error and thy wrong for keeping her within thy chest so long Say wilt thouâ— tell me what became of her Didst thou her bewty in thy shrine inter Didst thou immure her in thy marble toombe what makes thee silent bewty makes thee dumb Wilt thou so wrong a louer to conceale From him the mirrour of his ioy his weale His heart his liking euen the flower of youth and yet conceiues within thy heart no ruth Fie fie for shame i st fit that monuments should so ecclipse natures best ornaments As to obscure the glory of her face that where she is giues honor to the place Thou much abstracts from trophies Ninus won in doing that which he would nere haue done Thou lessens much the honour he obtained loosing that fame which Ninus conquests gained For what great gaine or conquest i' st t' haue said I haue possession of a countrey maide A young vnnurtur'd girle fit for men vnfit for liuelesse tombes which couer them This said this doting young man blind with louing thinking ould mouldy shrines had liuely mouing Mou'd with her loue whom he did more esteeme then any gem that ere on earth was seene But when he saw into his error well He seem'd those loue-sick passions to dispell And to repaire vnto his search againe seeking each couert each vnhaunted plaine Each thick-set hill each groue that he might finde the diapason of his troubled minde At last too soone by seeking long he found Thysbe not Thysbe but her tire on ground Vnhallowed ground vnseasoned her attire â— to crosse the passions of an hot desire Oh now conceiue what sorrows gall his brest to see the tire of her he loued best Be smeard with bloud for it all bloudy shews her sanguine colour tinctâ— with Lyons iawes Oft would hee looke vpon it and would kisse the tire besmear'd with blood wishing it his His fate his fortune to remaine with her since his long absence thus had iniur'd her How to remaine quoth he since she is dead oppress'd by death inclos'd in mourneful weede How should I liue with her whose life is gone and hath left me vnhappy me alone Die die with her with whom thou canst not liue For thou by dying shalt thy life repriue And haue her presence that enthroned is in perfect ioies of heauens Elisian blisse Yet stay awhile this is not Thysbes tire stay there fond wretch against thy tongue a lyer This was her roabe this was her comely weede which hauing lost her owner gins to bleede Oh Ioue what cause hadst thou thus to remoue two that had their intentions voud to loue Or why should thou this faire occasion show vs which being showne dost seeke for to vndoe vs Be gods so iron-hearted to require constant affection with a dismall spite A sharpe reuenge it is to set vs on and then to leaue vs when we are begun Did not high Ioue yeeld vs more hopes then these when he commanded Phoebus to sure ease For to diffuse his beames bidding him go retire in hast vnto the shades below Calling for Luna to supply his place shrowding heauens lustre with her clowdy face That our escape suspected lesse might be by the darke vaile of nights obscurity But heauens I see repine at our successe since Gods themselues by Fates haue shew'd no lesse To plunge my weale in woe my loue in teares producing nought but sighes and fruitlesse feares Thou harsh tun'd Nemesis thou tragicke ghost against whose acts my loue declaimeth most What cause hadst thou to sing this dolefull song vpon her herse that neuer did thee wrong She neuer raild against thy Soueraigne power but like an harmelesse doue a fragrant flower Flourish'd secure at home yeelding content by gracefull smiles a maids best ornament She neuer curb'd thy rage nor did she mell with ought but loue which made worst for her sell. But Fates haue made the instrument of sinne respectlesse of our losse so they may win The pretious spoyle of Thysbes bleeding soule whose sad mishap the plants themselues condole Yet thou remorselesse art ill may betide thee that wold haue none to loue that liue beside thee Yet for all this thou canst not me depriue of louing her whose life did mee reuiue For being dead I le rather chuse to die then liuing lose her loving company This said he takes her tyre and kissing it vpon the fountaine banks did water it With dewie moisture of still-flowing teares which being shed renuing drops appeares Teares liquefied the arbour where he sate which water nimphs perceiuing wondred at Oft would he beat his brest and teare his haire shutting his hopes in clouds of deepe despaire Oft would he curse the day the houre the night that banisht him from Thisbes gladsome sight Wishing that night had neuer beene descride for nere did night more harsh euents betide Oh Pyramus and then he sigh'd to speake for gusts of sorrow made his hart-strings breake What meant thou to allure a simple maid to these vvild woods her loue is well repaid That she should come vnto the place assignd and thou base coward come so farre behind Thou with a tardy pace came at thy leasure such slow-pac'd coursers ill deserue such pleasure Thou too precise made bones of what thou did such fond precisenes seldome hath good speed Shee to enioy her ioy cut off delay that she her minds perfection might display And with a course as quicke as Pegasus run ore these plaines to meet with Pyramus Which thou requited ill basest of men which time shall character with scandalls pen. A scandall to thy sexe and to thy state to leaue thy loue in deserts desolate Oh what mishap had she to
of his happie state VVhere Hero smiles to grapple with her deere Iealous of nothing for no cause of feare Can crosse loues action there 's no Helespont But the sweet relish of a Nectar fount Hight the Castalian fount which Gods adore where hauing drunke thei 're neuer thirsty more By this renowmed brooke shall he and I prattle of loue and parents cruelty Hang not the willow token of disdaine vpon our Toome for that each country swaine Can set vpon his shrine let Venus tree the louely mirtle shew our constancie If you want any rites or solemne hestes which may be seem our graues the birds protests Each in their order to solemnise them and gods themselues for to eternize them Each mourning Turtle hauing lost her make will mourning make resort for Venus sake And sweet Leucothoe will represent of Vmolus odours a delicious sent The Nighterne owle that night wil cease from prey howling by night as she did howle by day The little Batt though fearefull heretofore will flocke amongst the rest and feare no more Thus euery Bird for it is Gods desire will with their presence decke our funerall fire To purge our guilt dame Venus promis'd me she le goe to heauen with lowe and bended knee And well I know Ioue Venus loues so well he will belieue what tale so ere she tell Then for her loue let Venus altars smoke and in each corner of her Temple looke No ornament which best may her be-fit Be there a wanting but to perfect it You know our Cittie much relies on her for by her succour no distresse can sturre The prosperous sailes of our prosperitie but like a sterne she 's euer fixed nie To rid her from those rocks vnto the shore in liew whereof we do her shrine adore Yet ere I die I must take leaue of you you sacred mansions which my woes renew Thou oliue-tree that planted was so nie vnto my fathers house where I came by This last vnhappie night thou render vine whose supple slips these fingers oft did twine Thou 33 rosie border set with roses fayre to which each morne I vsed to repaire And rob thee of thy store to bewtifie my haplesse tire with crimson puritie Farewell at once farewell long may the dew of siluer hair'd Aurora water you Long may you flourish this I onely craue that with your flowres each morne you deck my graue Such sweetes such fragrant roses represent that your repose may make it redolent Send out your spicy odours and attend with Hyble fruites vpon my bleeding friend For manie time and oft hath he and I chas'd one another full lasciuiously And if he chaunc't to be too slow in running I would hold 34 back and linger for his comming But of all monuments I bid a dew broad shadowing beech-trees to the sight of you You many times haue yeelded sweet repose vnto our loue and seasoned haue our woes By your contented shades blest be you euer and like Elisian-shades fade may you neuer O many times haue we two sported there for we alone were priuiledged there And twisting nose-gaies we our flowers would hide them lest by some Satyre we should be espide Oft would we crop sweete flowers and hauing cut within our wicker baskets we would put them And when we more had gathered then we needed we gathred still for so our loue exceeded That euery flower we cropt we did apply vnto the flower of our virginitie For if such flowers such sweetnesse did bestowe flowers are much sweeter that do spring belowe Fare-well thou spacious plaine amongst the rest I haue no cause but to respect thee best For manie time and oft haue we two plaide at Barli-breake but now that sports decai'd Full many secret corners dost thou yeelde for Louers sports within thy louely field And thou vnhappy Pine that mounts so hie as if thou meant by height to tutch the skie Thou mai'st repine at fates that murdred me since Thysbees hand each morne did cherish thee Oft haue I planted grafts within thy stemme which now are growne so high they shadowe men And with a 35 Water pot which I did bring each morne by time I made thine arms to spring But now poore Pine pine maist thou now and die for none that I know cherish thee but I Now shall thy shadowing branches fall away their falling leues to winters fury paie And none remaines there now to pittie thee When I am dead that liuing nourisht thee But be content shed teres in loue of me and when thou hear'st my death deiected be Cast down some withered leues send them hither portending thus much we must die together This if thou dost I will thee thankfull call and wil with Laurel thy sad head empall That though thou die yet that thou diest with me in after-times still honoured thou maist be And thou straite chinke to which full many time we made repaire through thee our loue did shine And spearst her beames farewell for neuer more shall we resort to thee as heretofore Thou wast the author of our first vndoing for by thy meanes thou gauest vs means of woing Giuing eyes liberty which eyes so wounded that by their passions passions new rebounded Yet we do thank thee for thy fore-past loue for by our deaths the gods themselues approue Our constant minds recorded which must be in heauens conuentions to our memorie O happy thou whilst our two fragrant breaths made thee so rich impouerisht by our deaths For this I thinke this is my prophesie nere shall such lips bestowe their breath on thee When thou shalt heare of our discording end some softned teares vpon our funeralls spend Let thine hard marble be dissolv ' to streames of liquid water since those radiant beames Which our reflecting eyes the marble gaue might pierce him more then euer Lyricks haue The sauage beasts whose natures were made tame at the rehearsall of sweet Amphions name What then should Bewtie whose attractiue power commands stones serpenâ—s sweet budding flowr What should the Splendor of faire Beawties eie act since such acts were done by harmonie Open your flinty bosome let remorse shed riuolets of teres vpon my coarse Or if you will not so at least restraine your ayrie chinke and shut it vp againe Let not such Monuments liue when we die for they'â—e augment our Parents iealousie That as we lov'd kiss'd toy'd when we 're liuing so we may loue kisse toy at lifes depriuing Then shut that crany vp left after time impute the fault vnto that chinke of thine This last record by Thysbe thus recorded bred floods of teres for teres their sighs afforded the Balme-trees wept their teres concrete in one distilled into th'substance of a stone Which stone it seemes did after couer them for after times found it laid ouer them With many faire inscription which did shew of loue recorded neuer none more true Then this of Thysbe and her louing mate sâ—pposing mutuall death a blessed state A