These are the damnd discourses of these Diuells Thus their blasphemous Tongues â—erlde the Truth Whose greatest gooddesse is in greatest Euills And growing Greate through Mischiefe haue their growth Great Witt should haue great Grace the same to guide Or Witts owne greatnesse will it selfe oppresse Or make it runne to rage it selfe beside And sinck the Owner in the deep'st distresse If Witt and Wealth concurre to Hell they runne If Grace in mightie measure stay them not Who are vndone if they be not vndone Before they do receiue their later Lott For Frolick Fate is most vnfortunate If sanctified Discretion hold not in Vnruly Nature then in sober gate For from Aboundance springs aboundant Sinne. In Wealthes excesse to be most continent Is most miraculous and seldome seene For Appetite is then most violent And Passion with high-hand growes Reasons Queene Then Pleasur 's Actiue and most Passiue Sense Madd-Mirhes rude-hand the Soule a sunder teares Which is distracted by Ioyes violence Aswell as by Griefes Gripes or sodaine Feares If hee that doth the happiest State possesse Looke well within him and without him too Hee lightly shall see cause of heauynesse Seeing All to threaten him quite to vndoo But hardly shall hee sinde a cause of myrth Though hee sought all the World the same to finde Sith Sorrow only is our â—ight of Birth With Laboure of our Body Soule and Mind O Myrth strong Strumpett Whore to Worldly-Weale O Laughter Light Thing Baude to both those Beasts Why do you not your Luxury conceale But that bewray which Modestie detests It is because yee are madd as are those That willinglie still rest at your dispose Omnium rerum vicissitudo est Terence AS I me sate vpon a Riuer side And markt the Water how it past away And how that past with like was straight supplide That still is past and still held at a stay Mee thought tâ—was like this Sea of Sorrowes Tide Wherein the Race of Man-kinde runneth so For downe the Streame of Days to Death we glide And still Some come as fast as Others go And as the Streame with many Reaches runnes So runnes our Course with many way-ward Reaches This Ill it runnes to and that Good it shunnes And to ruune out of Course makes many Breaches Then with my selfe I thus discourst at last I with the rest am running downe this Streame Here now there then then presently am past Like Streames swift Course if not much more extreame For ah I cannot think how swift I flee But I flee swifter then that Thought to Death For Times least Partes then Thoughts much breefer bee Which Thought with thought my 〈◊〉 me shorteneth I am orewheldm'd in Thoughts as deepe as Hell And high as Heau'n when thus my state I waigh And twixt those Thoughts I as intraunc't do dwell While Time drawes mee to Death the neerest way For Thought breedes Melancholie which doth breede The Enemies of Health and they do sow In Fleshes Earth our Dissolutions Seede That vs dissolues when it begins to grow If from my selfe I do my selfe diuide The longer so to keepe my selfe intire And giue my Sense delight my Thoughts to guide To Mirth abroade for health they straite reâ—ire And sooner can long married Men forgett They married are then I forgett the Thought To which I owe my selfe as duest Debt Since I was matcht to Ill and knew it Nought For if I lett my easi-moouing Minde With lightest shock turne from his weightie Point It rests no where but in this Point by Kinde So Lightest Purposes doth disappoint The Elements though still at Warre in mee Do yet in firme accord mine ende conspire For It they hasten sith they disagree Which well agrees to make mâ— vnintire Then ô why should I add sadd care to Care When one 's of pow'r the Pow'res of Life to foile Why should I care to spend and care to spare To spare a Life which sparing doth but spoile Why should I care to liue sith die I should If I would liue quite free from Thought and Care For Thought 's the Deede by which this life we hold Which yet determines Life ere Thought beware Suppose with cark past Care I could obtaine A golden Crowne but better t'wrere of Baies And with Hell-paines a tripple One attaine What gott I but more Care to ende my Days And were Time staid and Life most stedfast too Such endlesse Kings had gott but endlesse Cares And so the longer Life the more adoo The more adoo the Dooer worser fares While thus my Thoughts are temp'ring lo with Time Time hath stoll'n on mee to steale mee away Awaie with Time I go hark hark the Chime Saith Musicks charming Notes Time cannot stay And if not Musick no Mirth vnder Sunne Hath pow'r to stay Him but Mirth Pas-time is By It the sooner Time away doth runne Then Life is wretched both in Bale and Blisse If it be wretched lothsome is it then If so then so wee are to loue it so Men-Beasts wee bee that reason want of Men To Loue our Prison perill paine and wo. Thus while with healthfulbreath I breathe out This I can contempne this Life and those condemne That are in Loue with it as with their blisse But were Death neere I might be one of Them Yet let me not my dying Heart bely Which dyeth as it liues in thought of Death It nought but Hean'n desires more then to dy And yeeld to endlest rest my weary breath Weery I well may tearme it that still toiles To keepe a toilesome Life from endlesse rest So wrongeth Life the more the more it moiles Which is at worst when it is at the best O Breath fraile Breath base-Daughter of the Aire Flie to thy Mother me no longer griue Nor would I dy because I do dispaire But dy because I hope in rest â—o liue Here is but Toile and thou holdst mee to It Which I abide sith Thou abidst in mee So but losse wynn I by thy benefitt The losse of Rest that restlesse am through thee Yet till thy Giuer take thee make no hast For I was borne to toile for rest at last Difficilia quaeâ—pulchra THE Coaeternall 〈…〉 WORD Selfâ— WISDOMS wisedâ— me Image of the HIGHST Sole KING of Kings of Lordes the onely LORD And heaunly HEAD of CHRISTIANS â—ESVS CHRIST In compleate Time tooke FLESH by MIRACLE Of a pure VIRGIN through HIS Work that was The Prompter of each sacred ORACLE That did fore-show how THIS should come to passe VVith his vnualued Wonder working BLOVD To manumisâ—vile Man a Slaue to Sin Was borne in Beth'lem without 〈◊〉 And without all that State doth gloâ—y in His THRONE a Manger and a Crach his Cradle His ROBES course Ragges poore Reliques of meane Lynnen His WAITERS Beasts his COVRT 〈◊〉 Stable That worse no Begget euer borne had been in Where yet foorth-with by Angels glorifiyng Sheepherds agnition worship of the WISE The guiding STARRE Old Symeons Prophecying And Doctors wondring ALL HIM GREAT
now in loue you creepe Well Wanton well I see your Harebraind Course Though with the Catt I wincke at what I see You now turne Taile to mee no force no force You shew your beastly manners as they bee Double no more no more I le hunt for you Vnlesse I open sith you now I winde I le freely spend your fame still to pursue Sith it is blinde before and lame behinde Yet though some wide mouthes call a Iade a Iade I le speake more spuce yet call a Spade a Spade 92 LOoke from the Turret of thy high disdaine Wherein I see thee though thou seeth me not On mee fell Faire flat lyeng on the Plaine Of Lowlinesse like the least little Mote Yet if thy heaunly faces Sunnes do shine In grace on my great Smallnesse I poore I Shall shining mount as if I were Diuine Like Motes in Sunne who shyning mount thereby But if thou Cloude thy faces Heau'n with ought That may those Sunne-beames lett to shine on mee I le steepe my selfe in Teares till I be nought That I thus brought to nought by cruell Thee May charge thee with my fall when I shall rise To meet thee to haue iustice in the Skyes 93 O proudlyâ—chast and Louely-coy deere Sweete Why takst thou pleasure to impeach thy fame With name of Cruell for thy Sex vnmeete To keepe good name wilt thou lose thy good name It s mercy to thy selfe to be most fell To those I graunt that seeke thine Honors foile But vnto him that makes thy praise excell It is no prayse to tryumph in his spoile The pure respect thou bear'st thy Chastity First made me loue thee with all pure respect Then sith pure loue is perfect Piety And chast Desire is sacred in effect Requiâ—e my pure Loue and my chast desire With like to like till wee become intire 94 FInding my selfe before I would be found Neer lost in Laborinths of haplesse loue I got me to a melancholy groue To desâ—ant on Loues-griefs to heauy Ground Where whilft I coucht me to performe the same The Flies and Gnats without still vexed me And Grief within as busy as a Bee Vnto my treble grief made double game So while I sought to descant on my Harmes My Harms did descant on That which I sought For while I thought on 't I was vext in thought And in my Flesh afflicted with thefe Swarms Then thought I Louers were like idle Drones Whom Stingers follow to augment their mones 95 GOds me what will you soft what do I dreame Do I heare reall words or think I do Or can it be that beauty so extreame Should be so fowly false and brag on t to Sure I had rather lay my Sences lye Then think you can be so vnlike to you Sith in the sam's no possibility How are you seem to you and me vntrue Say what you wll I will not wrong you so To think much lesse to say that you fair Sweet VVill plight me faith then me and It for goe And vaunt ô past beleef how you did 〈◊〉 But this I sweare if yon rest so vnsound That such crackt Ware is better lost then found 96 HE that would faine reduce an high-borne Wise Vnto the Compasse of his meane estate Must not at first stick for a little Strife To make his peace to haue the longer Date For as some Curtall ouer-lusty Mares Then Water them wherein they seeing it Let fall their Crest sith their Tail so ill fares That Fooles and Asses ride them without Bit So from the Colon to the Period Of this Similitude what should ensue Is eas'ly gest But ah I am forbod By high-borne Wiues low matchd to tell it you But by their leaues this must I needs affirme A Ring too wide wel bow'd doth sit more firme 97 FOole that I am to seem so passionate In that which Wiues and Woes and Years haue cal'md Why now should Venus know my Bodies State Or with her Balsamum my Wounds be Balm'd No more no more it is ynough that I Haue won Repentance with the losse of Tyme In running o're these Rules of Vanity And not repeate them erst in Rules of Rime Now many Winters haue Frost-bit my Haires Congeal'd my Bloud and cool'd my vitall Hear I Youthful-follies should ore'flow with Teares And make a Rod of Rue my selfe to beate But trust me Loue how ere I write of Thee I am in hate with thee and thou with me 98 IF I dare call Loue Rogue and Runnagate It s like I am resolu'd to loath his loue But so I cal Him and the cause of Hate VVhich to my grief in mine owne Soule I proue I hate as hel His meer rememberance Much more the Fauours he hath done to me And hold his loathsom loue the fowl'st mischance That can befall Men that most haplesse be It is the Scurge of God to plague Mankind The Conflagration of a World of Lust The Match whereat Hel-fire it self doth tynd The Heate that soonest turnes our Bloud to dust And so I might not seem of bloudy Mind VVould's Braines were beaten out as he is blind 99 THe Tyrant loue that martyrs stil the Mind VVe make a God to which our Pens Tonguâ— Do sacriâ—ice their Labours il assign'd And so ore-right the Author of our VVrongs Then this Affections â—loud we ought to turne Into the Channel of Celestial Loue Sith Angâ—ls swim stil in that blessed Boorn Leaâ—der-like to Grace by whom they moue VVhere Light of truth the Land-mark nere goes out And stil the Current runs as calm as cleare VVhere no misfortunes Flawes Feare needs to doubt Sith holy Loues smooth Floud excludeth Feare This Loâ—e alone did our Muse rightly sing Should be the Plaine-song of hir descanting 100 VVHy sing I then in this too louing Straine When Loue and I do so vnkindly iar This Vaine in me may seem as light as vaine Who stil turnes Coward in Loues hottest War Besides my state of Fortune Body Mind Are all aduerse to light Loues amity How is it then I am to loue so kind As to seem subiect to his Empery The Canse is weak though strong in strange Effects VVhich Men how staid so ere by Wind doth moue Some cal it Fame that nought but Aire respects And sooth to say for It I sing of Loue And though they write best that write what they feel Yet edgd by Fame I fetch Fire out of Steele 101 THus far may Speculation help a Wit Vnapt for loue to write of Loues estate Thus far can Art extend hir Benefit Past Natures Bounds in shew of Loue or Hate These Loue-tricks are not myne though mine they be As they are thus drawne out in louing Lines These Passions are too weak to passion me Although my strength from ought to nought declines But whist my Muse Hypocrisie is sin Make me not seem more holy then I am My Marrow-bones lie Flesh and 〈◊〉 within All which by nature â—urnes in Beauties Flame But say I am sith
Sâ—nce â—or that doth blind the Soule and lame the Mind But must I sensuall 〈◊〉 to seem excus'd â—hen woâ—se and worse falls ouâ— mine ill excuse â—were better say by Loue I am abusd 〈◊〉 I to loue haue offâ—ed much abusâ— Abusd by Loue without my Lustâ— consent That is too strange a strength for Loue or Lust And eithers powr in me is impotent â—oâ— how boileâ— Bloud that long since is addust Wel be it as it may it seems my might Giues way to what it would not what it should Which on the bent of my Minds Motions light Puts these right Lines of Loue which long will hold But iâ— they breake when my Mind is vnbent Now shal they breake for I eu'n now repent Qualis vir talis oratio FAces do not more varrie in their Formes Then Wits in shapes though most be shapelesse Wits For breeding base oft well-shapt Wit deformes So 〈◊〉 comes off comly but by fits And 〈◊〉 oâ—t part are better fed then bred But they that feeding want want Wit and Wealth Then most Mens Wits are most il-fauoured And what they show by Wit they show by stealth Yet many Members oâ— that Blockâ—head Body The Multitude write idly without stint And he that 's not in Pâ—int they hold a Noddy Because themselues are Noddies still in Print Some Ryme in rage which rage puts Reason downe Yet puts not Reason downe in their Rymes rage These Arrs run rough but their Rimes if their owne With reason rnnne like a thwart Marriage Yet if too smooth be this smart Simily Although it be as rough as Rage or VVrack Their Rymes and Reason then runne like a Cry Of brayning Beasts that Rime and Reason lack Yet will they force Minerua not by Arte But forâ—e or feare of their wittes strength or stature For so these Asses weene to take their part So like the Giants â—ight gainst God and Nature Some make in Prose greate Tomes their witâ—s t'intomb To bee as Monuments of Witt for euer Yet sith those Monuments no Witt enwombe Being quite consumed they continue neuer The moâ—'s the pitty that such stately Tombes That of haue* gold without though drosse within Should bee gazd on by Leaâ—â—ings drugging Gromes And by their Engin razd ô dâ—â—dly sinne Minerua bleâ—â—e my Booke Witts Monâ—ment A little Monument for lesser Witt From such vsurpiâ—g Benâ—clarkes violent Lest â—hey pul out Wittes ere 's their turnes to fit Yet will I leaue it them while fearelesse I To â—ury goe in expedition To trie their trúth or taste their Tyranny The woâ—st is Eylesse deposition And if it happ I hope Ile Sion gaine Sith I the Cause of Sion will maintaine When the ritch man speakes euery man holds his tongue and what he saith is praised vnto the Clouds c Ecclus. 13. 24. THe Tongue of tâ—uth hath said hen true it is Though Indigence could speake like Salomon The VVorld is mute or saies he speakes amisâ—e Sith but the golden Asse speaks well alone Thus golden Asses clawd by Claw-backs are Where they do ytch and but for clawing itch Yet like lades pinch each other being baâ—e And so the Riâ—ch are praisd by poore and ritch 〈…〉 Wings of Sunâ—bâ—ight Seraphins 〈…〉 Peâ—s and make them Nectar flow 〈…〉 not gult like Cherubins 〈…〉 in deed but sink in show 〈…〉 World is wise herein Though wise â—â—â—ein more then most wickedly 〈◊〉 Detraction is esteemd no sin So â—hat the great be greatly praisd thereby 〈…〉 greatly praisd when all but Theirs 〈…〉 is how lawdable soere Their 〈◊〉 â—hough Crabs are sweet with Apple squires 〈…〉 for Loue and Loue for meed or feare They may be bold they woâ— well with the poore 〈◊〉 pack-horsâ—s beare when Asses bray Thâ—y 〈◊〉 may wince but they can do no more And for their wincing They on them may lay â—ut heer 's the comfort vpright after â—imes Vpright sith that which Is not no way bends Will Lawrell-Crowne them for their roiall Rimes â—or Enuies selfe Desert if dead commends Then Rimes how ere vnroial run you on You may in time perhaps come neer that Crowne Meane while look for no Coronation â—ut such as Enuy giues high-borne Renowne Yet with your Wit those after times perswade That some were mard perhaps eâ—e al were made Vpon Apparitions in the Night YE gâ—izly Ghosts that walk in shades of Night Like Shades whose Substance though quite Matterlesse The dayly fowle Offender doth aftright Why make ye Darknesse Paper for your Presse Do you imprint in Blacknesse blacker formes Of matters worse or in our Fantaziâ— â—mpresse ye Figures raising Horrors stormes Or how in darknesse come you to the Eye Do you but show or show in Substances Thicken you Aire and so a Shape assume Or creepe you in some Corprall Efâ—ences Or els the Sight deceaue with lesse then Fume And why ô Hell hounds range you in the Night Out of Earthes Center your infernall Hold Lothe ye the Sunne a or is the day too light To do your deeds of Darknesse as ye would Can ye dead Bodies truly actuate And so such Bodies borrow of the Saints Or can ye Wicked Bodies animate So take from God the cause of his Complaints For if you Soules infuse into the iâ—l You are the Father of their Spiâ—ites and God Complaines without cause that â—hey crosâ—e his Will Nor are they vnder naturally his Râ—dd But He it is alone that Soulâ—â— crâ—ates Without whome nought was made that made hath bin And Bodies good and Badd he animates Only he made not Death first made by Sinne. And what is Sinne but only meere Defect So Sinne is nought then nought hath Death begott And Nothing should in sense haue no effect So Sinne and Death Nought made and Nought Is not I would it were not but too true it is But is as Canker doth to Siluer cleaue So you fowle â—iends that loue such Filth as this Do leaue no Sinners that no sinne do leaue The purest Places you do hold an Hell And Places most impure you Heau'n esteeme The one do plague the other please you well And so of deeds of either Kinde you deeme To be among the the deads Graues you are gladd Wherein youâ—seeke their senslesâ—e Bones to griue And loue to rattle them in signe you had The Conquest of Mankind through Adams Eâ—ue So by a Woman your familier Y' are now familier with Men night and Day And which of both Familiers worse do warre With Men and Reason it is hard to say These femine Familiars but too oft Torment vs men as if you friends they were Whose hard harts plac'd in their faire Bodies soft Plague whom that Beauty doth to them indeere Yet some so filthy are that they are best When they are worst that is when fowle defame With vse of trading ill their Trade hath ceast Then with a Pox they liue Chast to their shame Thus haue we got double Familiars Women and Diuels by a VVomans pride Both which familiarly vvage
effect his own desires She makes the Wit as Vassall to the Wil To do what she how ere vnright requires Which Wit doth though repiningly fulfill Yet as well pleas'd ô temporizing VVit He seems t'effâ—ct hir pleasure willingly And all his Reasons to hir Reach doth fit So like the World gets loue by flattery That this is true a Thousand VVitnesses Impartial Conscience wil directly proue Then if we would not willingly transgresse Our Will should swayed be by Rule of Loue VVhich hides the Multitude of Sins because Hir Sire thereby to him his Seruants drawes 17 IT is no easie skill to rule aright The Helm of State one Hand can hardly sway They must needs vse the left as wel as right That in a right Course wil a Kingdome stay For like as Hercules as Poets faine VVas gotten in a Night as long as two Because that Phebus did his horses raigne Till Iupiter that Deed did throughly Do So a right Staâ—seman must of force be bred In along Night of Silence and sad thought And in deep skill should hide his subtil Head Til his skill be Herculean as it ought And then though Atlas on him Heu'n impose He that huge Burden staidly under-goes 18 VVHen Verity and Vertue be at one with Peoples-loue cald Popularity They like a forewind in the Poop driue on The Owner to sway Kingdoms easilye But if this tripple Vnion be at ods The lack of one may cause the wrack of al Although the lackers were terrestrial gods Yet wil they ruling reel or reeling fall I grant a time vice may have good successe And rule at wil by rules of Policy But in Conclusion â—will haue nothing lesse If true the Rules be of Diuinity For who doth rule by Rules that vertue lack In Vices spight his Rule shal be his wrack 6 MEn ouertoild in Common-VVealth affaires Gett much Tantaliaâ— wealth by wealthie paines VVhich they enioy not through vncessant Cares So all their Comfort is in Care and Gaines Good reason then that they should care to gett Who gett great Cares by getting great CoÌ„mands That will not let them sleepe sith sleepe they lett For who sleepes well in Bands though golden BaÌ„ds VVell fare they then with glittering Miseries Though they â—are costly yet they coldly sare That feede on nought but what doth feede the Eyes And cloy their Stomackes with consuming Care Care for such Gaudies who so list for mee Sith Commons much more Common better bee 20 DAm'd Auarice like a slie greedie VVhore Stirrs vp Desire and pleasure doth â—ordidd And makes his Louers starue amiddst their Store As Midas with his golden Viands did All other Lusts them selues helpe euery way For who 's a Glutton that will spare to feede Or who are carnall that forbeare the plaie Vpon an appetite to acte the Deede But wealthie Misers haue not what they hold And money vse not through desire of it As wee should Clothes forbeare for being cold And for wee hungrie are eate not a Biâ—t This is an Ill that Good doth most abuse Because it loues the good it hates to vse 8 A Time there was when as thee Moone desird The Sunne to make his a fitt Peticote Who did refuse to doe what she requir'â— Sith hee in hir suche often change did note So can no wisedome well proportion out To these Phantasticks â—arious as vaine A rate of Wealth to bring the year about Sith now they loue what straight they lothe againe These of all light Things burden most the Earth Of whome there is no helpe no hope no vse Whose Mothers labored idly in their birthe To beare such idle Things for Things abuse Each Slaue to vice may vs'd bee in his Kind But ther 's no vse of the vnconstant Mynd 22 THe ignorance of the Omnipotent Into two Branches doth it selfe diuide Atheisme and Superstition either bent From Truth and in their backward bent abide The first incountring Natures stiff and hard Begetts in them scorne of Religion The last with supple Natures more afeard In them ingenders Superstition These to Religion are the two Extreames Twixt whome the rests a Vertue most Diuine Crowned with three in One rare Diadems By Heau'ns great Thre in One or single-Trine These Two bewitche the World for at this daie Most pray amisse or els they misse to pray 23 PLeâ—sure with Profitt is the Pynn whereto 〈◊〉 Penns direct their best directed ayme Which if they splitt they do as they should do And iustly for it Glories prize they claime Now from my Will well-bent as I suppos'd With Shafts of the indeuors of my Witt I haue roud at this Point and them disposd As the Winde sate abrode the Pynn to splitt If I haue shott too much on the left hand I as not weather-wise the Winde mistooke Yet I considered both the Aire and Land But though my Shafts can neither of them brooke I loost them right though light mine Arrowes were Yet some being weightie I must needs bee neere 24 PLato putts difference these Tearmes betweene A Man Is not and is that hath no Beeing For in the first a Nullity is seene Which with nor Sence nor Substance hath agreeing The other showeth but the difference Betweene the Cause and Matter or more plaine Betweene the Pow'r and Passion wherein Sence Perceaues that Odds doth really remaine For This distinguisheth twixt that which Is Yea of It selfe Is euermore the same And That which of another's That or This Yet holds nor This nor That but alters Frame So Man compared with his constant Cause No Beeing hath at all by Natures Lawes 25 SInce first I came to yeeres my selfe to know To know my selfe I haue done what I can Who am not as I am in outward show And yet I seeke to show my selfe a man For sith of Soule and Body I consist And that my Body for my Soule was made I ought in searching of that Soule insist Sith that's my selfe that Is and cannot fade Shee Is that is Like hir Originall immortall and inuisible that is Past comprehention of Witt naturall So still I search to know to know I misse Then if my knowledge bee but this to kno That I know nothing I am humbled so 26 THe Accademicks held it better farre Quite to distrust th' Imagination Then to beleeue all which it doth auerre Which breeds more false then true opinion Then sith the case so stands with this Soules Powre We should suspend our Iudgment sith Things seeme Not as they bee though Sence the same assure But bee but in Conceite as them we deeme For through the Sences Chanells that doth runne That is conuaid to the Iâ—telligence Then Sence as in the greatnesse of the Sunne Beeing deceau'd decâ—aues eache inward Sence O then for Men who seeke but good to show How long ought wee suspect they are not so 27 SO long as Vnity retaines hir might She is but only One the Number Two Breeding but diffrence so indefinite Doth stil deuide that
odds that makes the Striuers chast And makes them liue well though it them vndoo Now if this Lore dislikes some youthfull Blouds That still do boyle with heate of Loue or Lust Which must bee coold still in Lusts running Floudds Then must they do perforce what needs they must Yet let them know to know each other so Both Grace and Nature thereby takes offence A man may make his Wife well lett that go The name of Whore fitts not Obedience But Marriage is by Heau'n aucthorized Sith by the Heau'n-wright wrought in Paradice Then who deâ—iles Hir vndeâ—iled Bedd Makes hir not vertueus but a Vaile for Vice And Ouer-much doth ouer much Defile That blessed Bedd which Grace doth purifie Then lett not Sinne oremuch it selfe beguile To think that Bedd so much doth sanctifie And if that any man a wife hath gott That lookes but for so much accurst is Hee And Wiues that haue like Husbands to their Lott 〈◊〉 like vccuâ—st so both accursed bee The one by 〈◊〉 accurst by Happ the other So both are cuâ—st though in a 〈◊〉 Kinde But blessed Faâ—her and a blessed Mother Those 〈◊〉 by Happ may make if blest in mind Then if wee ought before a Friend we choose To eare much Salt with him him all to tast Wee neede to eate ten times as much 〈◊〉 those Whose All wee make our All vntill our last For in that Match our selues wee make or marre Then had wee neede to leaue before wee take That 's leaue our Choise by choosing better farre Then leaue our life ere faith or Choise forsake Now you that yet are free must needs bee bound To him that hath thus freed you ere this Tye From casting Anchor where you may bee drownd In Seas of Lust and waues of Miserie Bee sure of Seaâ—roome ere these Surges swell That may lie hidd in deep'st profunditiâ—s Keepe well that Compasse that may guide you well In mists of Loue to cleere Felicitie The fairest Face hath not still fairest grace Nor yet the Black in show still black in Deede Who oft are bright in Mind though black in Face And oft the fairâ—st Flowers beare blackest Seede Then lest faire Coulor coulor fowlest Vice Iudge thou of Coâ—lors by clecre Iudgments Eye If Coulor should to dâ—ath thy life entice Die without Coulor ere for Coulor die So shalt thou liue and neuer coulor dying Which show of life thy life still glorifying Be not ielou ouer the wife of thy bozome neither teach hir by thy meanes an euill Lesson Ecclus. 9. 1. You that do choose your Wiues as sometimes I Haue chosen 〈◊〉 That is for Beauties sake And in your Choise mind but Carnalitie You make a Match to marre and marre to make Yee marre your selues by making such a Match Yet marre your selues to make your selues but Beasts Then in your turning Beasts oft Hornes yee catch Which the Head beares how ere the Hart disgests For if you needs will VViue for VVantonnesse Then needs you must haue VVantons to your VViues And it your 〈◊〉 so well loue Lusts excesse 〈◊〉 â—â—tt They loue what you loue as their liues But were they good by Kinde their Kinde you change And make them oueâ—kinde so ouernought You learne them stâ—ange Tricks and they teach as strange To others that do learne but what you taught Therein like good Wiâ—es they divulge your Skill â—ecause you should bee knowne to be good Dooers Then blame them not sith they for meere goodâ—will Do show their Husbands Conning to their Wooers Nor will they take to teach but giue to learne Some other Tricks of others skild therein Wherewith to please their Husbands and to earne Their Liuing if neede bee for Slouch is sinne These Good-ones are made so by teachers ill Too good aâ— all things that are good for nought If their meanes â—ail yet can thee liue by Skill Which being Light shall lightly well be wrought But ô fraile Fleshlings Husbands Hard-heads Bawdes Note but the end of your laciuious Match Yoâ—â— Wiues gett Emralds Rubies and such Gawdes Which you of them and they of others catch Shame and Confusion with a Pox Disioynes Your dam'd Coniunction which doth quite deuide From Heau'n your Soules from Health your lothsome Loynes To teach eache Groome to choose a better Bride â—or who so euer drownes his Spirit in Fleshe VVhen hee doth handle Flesh to fitt his gripe Shallserâ—ed bee with Trickes still fresh and freshe Vntill he stinck as stale or rotten-ripe And in thy Choise thy Choise to handle so Thou 〈◊〉 so well bâ—â—eru'd and â—erued well Th 〈◊〉 by hir which thou didst Loue to kno N 〈◊〉 now to loue or loue as knowen well I speake not of the Bralls and Discontents â—â—hat 〈◊〉 which still doth Lust belott â—oth breede twixt them through their misgouerments Though they Want not That is they want them not Then 〈◊〉 Misâ—â—is bee what likes hir best Though Lust loues not to serue best Mistrises But let thy Wife in whome thou wouldst be blest Bee farre from Trickes and Toyes and Fantazies And looke not in hir Eyes for Lookes tâ—alure Except thine Eyes b'alurd with modest Lookes But looke to see through them hir Spirit pure So maist thou coniure Spirits vp by those Bookes That may thy Hart to pure affection moue And in Loues Compasse Compasse endlesse Loue Non est eiusdem multa opportuna dicere Erasmus Chiliad SIth all my Thoughts are but my Mindes Conceits And my Conceits but motions of my Mind How is it that my Minde in hir Receits Takes not for Currant Thoughts well Coynd by Kinde Is it because their Mettall is but meane Sith they are forgd but by fraile Fantasie Or eâ—s because their temper is vncleane Or all in one their value vilisie What ere it bee it makes my Thoughts to muse That beeing stampt by Arte and forgd by Kinde My Minde should yet as base the same refuse Or naile them vp where they no passage finde The cause I thinke which Thought may Currant runne Is sith â—hee is a Queene of Fleshe and Bloud Shee will haue nought lest all should bee vndone Alow'd by hir that is not great and good Then how escape these counterset Conceits Base for ther Stuff and rugged for their Stampe Out of hir Mynt alow'd by Iudgments Weightes They scape through Passions Mist and Errors Dampe But can a fault excusâ—d bee by a fault The lesser by the greater faâ—re ô no Then this excuse sith downe-right it doth halt For Currant with the Vpright cannot go But i st a fault to Loue as t is to hate Nor Loue nor Hate are faultie being iust â—ut â—is a fault to loâ—es if too too late â—â—cause suâ—h loue looks too like hatefull Lust â—hen iâ— I â—oue as Loue is vnderstood My Vndeâ—standing much misguides my Will Which oâ— hir 〈…〉 blind 〈◊〉 goes to good 〈…〉 Then â—is the bâ—ame of blind Inteâ—ligence And whatâ— the cause Inâ—elligence is blind It blindâ—d is by misreport of