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A68615	The mirrour which flatters not Dedicated to their Maiesties of Great Britaine, by Le Sieur de la Serre, historiographer of France. Enriched with faire figures. Transcrib'd English from the French, by T.C. And devoted to the well-disposed readers.; Miroir qui ne flatte point. English	La Serre, M. de (Jean-Puget), ca. 1600-1665.; Cary, T. (Thomas), b. 1605 or 6.; Payne, John, d. 1647?, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 20490; ESTC S115329	108,868	275

much d●fference between the one and the other as between the sc●bberd and the sword Cleare streames of immortality remount then to your eternall source faire rayes of a Sunne without Eclipse rejoyne your selves then to the body of his celestiall light Perfect patternes of the divinity unite your selves then to it as to the independant cause of your Beeing Well may the Earth-quake under your feet your wils are Keys to the gates of its abysses should the Water or'e-whelme againe all your hopes cannot be shipwrack't That the Aire fils all things may bee but your expectations admit of some vacuum Though the Fire devoure all things the object of your hopes is above its flames let the heavens poure downe in a throng Although the puissaences of the soule worke not but by the senses the effects in this point are more noble then the cause their malignant influences here below your soules are under covert from their assaults Let the Sun exhaling vapours make thereof thunders for your ruine you are under the protection of him who ejaculates their flashes Man needs feare nothing being a●evated above a.l. insomuch that instead of hurting you all things doe you homage The Earth supports you the Water refresheth you the Aire imbreaths you the Fire warmes you Man could not be more happy then be is since God is his last felicity the Sun lights you Heaven attends you the Angels honour you the Divels feare you Nature obeyes you and God himselfe gives himselfe to you to obliege you to the like reciprocation Is not this to possesse with advancement all the felicities which you can hope I dare you to wish more A wake thy selfe then Reader and let thy conscience and thy miserie each in its turne serve thee as a Page every morning to put thee in mind That thou art a Man To dye is proper to man I meane a pourtraict animated with Death rather then with Life since thou canst doe nothing but dye but in this continuall dying amid the throng of evils and paines which are enjoyned to thy condition Consider also that thou art created to possesse an Eternity both of life and happinesse How happy is man thus to bee able to be as much as he desires and that all these infinite good things are exposed as an ayme of honour and glory to the addresses of thy will for if thou wilt Paradise shall bee thine though Hell gape at thee Heaven shall be thy share it's delights thy Succession and God alone thy Soveraigne felicity A PROLVSIVE upon the EMBLEME of the second Chapter SWell on unbounded Spirits whose vast hope Scornes the streight limits of all moderate scope Be Crescent still fix not i' th' Positive Graspe still at more reach the Superlative And beyond that too and beyond the Moone Yet al 's but vaine and you shall find too soone These great acquists are bubbles for a spurt And Death wil leave you nothing but your Shirt Be Richest Greatest Pow'rfullest and Split Fames Trumpet with the blast on 't there 's it That 's all a Coffin and a Sheet and then You 're dead and buried like to Common men This Saladine foresaw and wisely stoopes Unto his Fate ' midst his triumphant troopes A world of wealth and Asiaticke Spoyles Guerdon his glorious military toyles Ensignes and Banners shade his armyes Eyes With flying Colours of fled enemyes Yet humbly he doth his chiefe Standard reare Onely his Shirt displayd upon a Speare Meanewhile his valorous Colonels were clad In rich Coate-armours which they forced had From subdu'de foes and 't seem'd a glorious thing Each man to be apparreld like a King The very common Souldiers out-side spoke Commander now and did respect provoke Their former ornaments were cast aside Which 'fore the victory were al theirpride To check their Pompe with clang'ring trumpetsound A Herald loud proclaim 's in Tone profound See what the Emperour doth present your Eye 'T is all that you must looke for when you dye This Shirt is all even Saladine shall have Of all his Trophy's with him to the grave Then be not over-heightned with the splendour Of your rich braveries which you so much tender Nor let your honours puff you least you find The breath of Eame jade ye with broken wind This solemne passage of this Monarchs story VVith greatest luster doth advance his glory Victorious SALADINE caus'd to be Proclaim'd to all his Armie that he carried nothing with him to the Graue but a SHIRT after all his Conquests THE MIRROVR WHICH FLATTERS NOT. CHAP. II. The horrour and misery of the grave makes the haire stand on end to the proudest ARrogant spirits ambitious Hearts be silent and lend an eare to the publicke cry of this Herald who with a voyce animated with horrour and affright as well as with compassion and truth proclaimeth aloud in the view of heaven and earth and in the presence of a world of people That this Great SALADINE magnificent Conquerour of Asia and Monarch of the whole East carryes away to the grave for fruit of his victories but onely a shirt which covers the mould of his body and even this scrap of linnen too Fortune leaves him but to give the wormes Absolute Kings puissant Soveraignes what will you reply to these discourses for to you they are addrest I doubt well that shame confusion and astonishment barre your speech This necessily of dying serves for temperament to the vanity of the greatest Monarchs of the world and that this sensible object of your proper miseries affects you so with ruth to force from your bosomes a thousand sighs The greatest Monarch of the earth becomes at a clap so little as not to be found no not in his miseries for the wind begins already to carry away the dust whereof hee was formed The powerfullest King of the world is reduc'd to such a point of weakenesse that he cannot resist the wormes after vanquishment and subjugation of entire Nations The richest Prince of the East takes a glory of all his treasures to carry away but onely a shirt to his Sepulture What can you answer to these verities This famous Saladine the terrour of men the valour of the earth and the wonder of the world Man cannot complaine of the world since at his death he gives him a shirt which at his birth his mother Nature refused him esteemes himselfe so happy and so advantaged by fortune in respect she leaves him this old ragge to cover his corruption that he makes this favour to be published with sound of trumpet in the midst of his Army that none might be in doubt on 't what beyond this can be your pretentions I grant you may be seated like Xerxes upon a Throne all of massie gold canopied with a glistering firmament of precious stones and that on what side somever you turne your menacing regards you see nothing but objects humbled before your Royall Majesties You never seate your selves

sayes hee which beat at the eares to enter into your hearts A Voyce which rustles in a moment and passes away at the same instant What Humility Is there any thing which is lesse any thing then a Voyce 'T is a puffe of wind which a fresh one carries I know not where since both lose themselves in the ayre after its ne're solittle agitation with their gentle violence 'T is nothing in effect yet notwithstanding the proper name of this great Prophet Christus verbum Iohannes vox They would elevate him and he abaseth himselfe so low that he would render himself invisible as a Voyce so much he feares to be taken for him whose shooe-latchet he judgeth himself unworthy to unloose Lord what are we also but a little Wind enclosed in a handfull of Earth to what can one compare us Iohn 1.27 A man is to bee estimated in proportion to the undervalue bee makes of himself without attributing us too much vanity True it is that we are the works of thy hands but all other created things beare the same Title but if thy bounty hath beene willing to advantage our nature with many graces proper and ordinated to it alone these are so many witnesses which convince us not to have deserv'd them since our very Ingratitude is yet a Recognizing of this Truth Insomuch that as our Life is nothing but sinne and sinne is a meere privation it may be maintained that wee are nothing else and consequently nothing at all The most just man sinneth seven times a day But how Proud am I O Lord every time I thinke thou hast created me of Earth for this is a Principall which drawes me alwayes to it selfe by a right of propriety from whence I cannot defend my selfe All things seeke their repose in their element What is 〈◊〉 for a man to trumph here of the no●●d the earth expects his spoyle O how happy am I to search mine in that of Dust and Ashes whereof thou hast formed me The Earth demands my Earth and my body as a little Gullet separated from its source speeds by little and little to the same source from whence it had its beginning And this is that which impeaches me from gathering up my selfe to take a higher flight I should doe bravely to hoyse my selfe above my Center Pride hoyses up only to give a fall when the assay of my Vanity and the violence of my fall are but the same thing I give still downewards upon the side of my weakenesses and the weight of my miseries overbeares upon the arrogance of my Ambition O happy deffect A man no doubt may misknow himselfe yet the least hit of mishap teares the vaile of his hoodwink'tnesse and yet more happy the condition which holds me alwayes enchained to the dunghill of my Originall since the links of this easie servitude are so many Mirrours which represent me that I am nothing whensoever I imagine my selfe to be something Let us change our Tone without changing subject Ladyes Remember that you dye every houre behold here a MIRROVR WHICH FLATTERS NOT. It shewes you both what you are and such as you shall be But if notwithstanding you still admire your selves under an other visage full of allurements and sweets A strange thing that death is still as neare us as life and yet wee never thinke on 't This is but Death himselfe who hides him under these faire apparences to the end you may not discerne him It is true you have gracefull Tresses of haire which cover your heads and his is all Bald but doe not you heed how hee pulls them off from yours by little every day and makes those which he leaves you to turne White to the end you may pull them out your selves It is true your Eyes have a sparkling lustre and beauty but of his is seene onely the hideous place where Nature had seated them But doe you not consider how with continuall action hee Dusks the glory of this beauty and in conclusion puts to Eclipse these imaginary Pety-Suns It is true your hue is of Lillyes and your mouth of Roses upon his face is seene onely the stubs of these flowers but call to mind that he blasts this Lilly-teint Ci me and Death are the onely inexorables as well as Lillyes themselves and that the vermillion of this Rosie-mouth lasts but as Roses and if yet you differ to day from him in some thing you may resemble him to-morrow in all I leave you to meditate of these Truths Man is a true Mirrour which represents to the naturall all things which are oppos'd unto it If you turne it downward to the Earth Man is as one picture with two faces and often the most naturall is falsest we can see within nothing but objects of Dust and Ashes but if you turne him to the Heavens-ward there is to be admired in it beauties and graces purely celestiall In effect if we consider Man in his mortall and perishable condition hardly can one find any stay in this consideration since hee is nothing else but a Chimera whose forme every Moment by little and little destroyes to reduce it to its first nothing And indeed not to lye to ye Man is but a Puffe of Wind since he lives by nothing else Man is nothing in himselfe yet comprehends all things is filled with nothing else and dyes onely by Privation of it But if you turne the Medall I would say the Mirrour of his Soule towards his Creator there are seen nothing but Gifts of Immortality but graces of a Soveraigne bounty but favours of an absolute Will The heavens and the Stars appeare in this Crystalline Mirrour What though man be made of earth he is more divine than mortall not by reflection of the object but by a divine vertue proceeding from the Nature of his Cause Let us to the End The slumber of vanities is a mortall malady to the soule Me thinks This Page returnes againe to day within the Chamber of Phil●●● of Macedon and drawing the C●●●taine cryes out according to his ●●●dinary Sir Awake and Remember that you are a Man but why rouzes hee him to thinke of Death since sleepe is its image Alexander knew himselfe mortall by his sleeping and in effect those which have said that sleepe was the Brother of Death have drawne their reason of it from their reciprocall resemblance Awake then Great Kings Not to ponder that you are mortall your sleepe is a trance of this but rather that you are created for immortality Remember you are Men. I will not say A man should not forget his heavenly beginning having heaven for a daily object subject to all the miseries of the Earth but rather capable of all the felicities of heaven Remember that you are Men. I will not say the shittlecocke of Time and the But to all the shafts of Fortune but rather victors over ages and all sorts

and ret orts upon it's own paces Man may be sayd to be happy in being subject to all mishaps But Man contrarily being setled upon the declining stoop of his ruine rouls insensibly without intervall to the grave his prison Death is a grace rather than a paine O deare ruine 〈◊〉 O sweet captivity since the soule recovers her freedome and this Sepulture serves but as a Furnace to purifi●● his body The Aire although it corrupt is not for all that destroyed th● corruption of Man destroyes its materiall O glorious destruction since i●steades him as a fresh disposition to render him immortall The Fire thoug● it fairely devoure all things is yet preserved still it selfe to reduce all th● World into Ashes But Man perceive himself to be devoured by Time with out ability ever to resist it Oh ben●ficiall Impotence since hee findes h●● Triumph in his overthrow The ●el●citic of man in this world consists in the nec●ssity of death the Sunn● causeth alwayes admiration in its o●dinary lustre but Mans reason is impaired in the course of Times Oh we●come impairement since Time ruin● it but onely in an Anger knowing th● it goes about to establish its Empire beyond both time and Ages In find the Heavens may seem to wax old 〈◊〉 their wandring course How happy is man in decaying evermore since he thus at last renders himselfe exempt from all the miseries which pursue him they yet appear the same still every day as they were a thousand yeeres a'gon Man from moment to moment differs from himselfe and every instant disrobes him somewhat of his Beeing Oh delightfull Inconstancy since all his changes make but so many lines which abut at the Center of his stability A long life is a heavie burthen to the soule since it must render an account of all its moments How mysterious is the Fable of Narcissus the Poets would perswade ●●s that Hee became selfe-enamoured ●●ewing Himselfe in a Fountaine But 〈◊〉 am astonish't how one should become amorous of a dunghill though ●overed with Snow or Flowers A face cannot be formed without Eyes Nose ●nd Mouth and yet every of these ●arts make but a body of Misery and Corruption as being all full of it This Fable intimates us the repre●ntment of a fairer truth since it in●●tes a Man to gaze himselfe in the ●ountaine of his teares thus to become morous of himselfe not for the li●eaments of dust and ashes whereof ●s countenance is shap't but rather of ●ose beauties and graces wherewith his soule is ornamented and all these together make but a rivelet If a man could contemplate the becauties of his soule in innocence he would alwaies be surprized with us love which leads him to the admiration of that source from whence they tooke their originall Oh how David was a wise Narcissus then when hee made of his Teares a Mirrour If a man would of en view himselfe in the teares of his repentance be would soon become a true self●over so to become enamour'd of himselfe for he was so selfe-loving in his repentance that in this Hee spent both dayes and nights with unparelleled delights But if Narcissus ship-wrack't himselfe in the fountaine of his selfe-fondnesse This great King was upon point to Abysse himselfe in the Sea of his t●eres All the vaine objects of the world are so many fountaines of Narcissus wherein prying men may sh●pwracke themselves for their liquid Crystalline shewd him to himselfe so beautifull that hee burned with desire thus to drowne himselfe Ladies vie● your selves in this Mirrour since you are ordinarily slaves to your owne selve love You will be faire at what price soever see here is the meanes The Crystall Mirrour of your teares flatter not contemplate therein the beauty of this grace which God hath given you to bewaile your vanities This is the onely ornament which can render you admirable All those deceitfull Chrystals Teares are the faithfullest Mirours of penitence which you weare hang'd at your Girdles shew you but fained beauties wherof Art is the work-mistresse and cause rather then your visages Would yee be Idolaters of the Earth which you tread on your bodies are but of Durt but if you will have them endeared where shall I find tearmes to expresse their Noysomnesse Leave to Death his Conquest and to the Wormes their heritage If Ladies would take as much care of their souls as of their bodies they would not hazard the losse both of one and to'ther and search your selves in that originall of Immortality from whence your soules proceed that your actions may correspond to the Noblenesse of that cause This is the most profitable counsell which I can give You It is time to end this Chapter Great Kings I serve you this Morning instead of a Page to awake You and remembrance You that you are Men I meane Subjects to Death and consequently destinated to serve as a Prey to the Wormes a Shittle-cocke to the Windes and matter for to forme an object of horror and astonishment to you altogether Muze a little that your life passeth away as a Dreame The meditation of our nothingnesse is a soveraigne remedie against vanitie thinke a little that your thoughts are vaine consider at the same time that all that is yours passes and flies away You are great but this necessity of Dying equals you to the least of your subjects Men are so neare of blood together that all beare the same name Your powers are dreadfull but a very hand-worme mocks at 'em your riches are without number but the most wretched of men carry as much into the grave as you In fine may all the pleasures of Life make a party in Yours yet they are but so many Roses whose prickles onely remaine to you at the instant of Death Man hath nothing so proper to him as the misery to which hee is borne The horror which environs You chaseth away your greatnesses the weakenesse which possesseth you renders unprofitable your absolute powers and onely then in that shirt which rests upon your backe are comprised all the treasures of your Coffers Are not these verities of importance enough to breake your sleepe If the earth be our mother heaven is our father I awake you then for to remembrance you this last time that you are Men but destined to possesse the place of those evill Angels whose Pride concaved the Abysses of Hell that you are Men but much more considerable for the government of your reason then your Kingdome That you are Men but capable to acquire all the felicities of Heaven if those of the Earth are by you disdained That you are Men but called to the inheritance of an eternall Glory if you have no pretence to any of this world Lastly that you are Men but the living images of an infinite and omnipotent one Though the body and soule together make up the man there is yet as