in every Figure That every severall sort do flock together As Aire Water Earth and Fine Which make each Element to be entire Not but loose 〈◊〉 like Sheep stray about And in t o severall places go in andout And some as Sheep and Kine do mixe together Which when they mixe t is severall change of weather But Motion as their 〈◊〉 drives them so As not to let them out of order go What Atomes make Vegetables Minerals and Animals THE Eranched Atomes Formes each 〈◊〉 thing The hooked points pull out and m akes them spring The Atomes Round give Juice the Sharpe give heate And those grow Hearbs and Fruits and Flowers sweet Those that are Square and Flat not rough withall Make those which Stone and Minerals we call But in all Stones and Minerals no doubt Sharpe points do lye which Fire makes strike out Thus Vegetables Minerals do grow According as the severall Atomes go In Animals all Figures do agree But in Mankinde the best of Atomes bee And thus in Nature the whole World may be For all we know unto Eternitie What Atomes make Heate and Cold. SSuch kinde of Atomes which make Heat make Cold Like Pincers sharpe which nip and do take hold But Atomes that are pointed sharpe peirce through And Atomes which are sharpe but Hookt pull to Yet all must into pointed Figures turne For Atomes blunt will never freeze nor burne Cause 〈◊〉 Figures do to a soft Forme bend And Soft do unto 〈◊〉 or Liquid tend What Atomes make Fire to burne and what Flame WHat makes a Sparks of Fire to burne more quick Then a great Flame because 't is small to stick For Fire of it selfe it is so dry Falls into parts as crowds of Atomes lye The Sharpest Atomes keepe the Body hot To give out Heat some Atomes forth are shot Sometimes for anger the Sparkes do flye about Or want of roome the weakest are thrust out They are so sharpe that whatsoere they meet If not orepowr'd by other Atomes eate As Ants which small will eate up a dead Horse So Atomes sharpe on Bodies of lesse force Thus Atomes sharpe yet sharper by degrees As Stings in Flies are not so sharpe as Bees And when they meet a Body solid stat The weakest Flye the Sharpest worke on that Those that are not so sharpe do flye about To seeke some lighter matter to eate out So lighter Atomes do turne Aire to Flame Because more Thin and 〈◊〉 is the same Thus Flame is not so hot as Burning Coale The Atomes are too weake to take fast hold The sharpest into firmest Bodies flye But if their strength be small they quickly dye Or if their Number be not great but small The 〈◊〉 Atomes beate and quench out all What Atomes make the Sun and the Sea go round ALL pointed Atomes they to Fire turne Which by their drinesse they so light become Above the rest do flye and make a Sun Which by consent of parts a Wheele of Fire growes Which being Sphaericall in a round motion goes And as it turnes round Atomes turne about Which Atomes round are Water without doubt This makes the Sea go round like Water-Mill For as the Sun turnes round so doth the water still What Atomes make Life ALL pointed Atomes to Life do tend Whether pointed all or at one end Or whether Round are set like to a Ring Or whether Long are roul'd as on a String Those which are pointed streight quick Motion give But those that bowe and bend more dull do live For Life lives dull or merrilie According as Sharpe Atomes be The Cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes make Death LIfe is a Fire and burnes full hot But when Round watry Atomes power have got Then do they quench Lifes Atomes out Blunting their Points and kill their courage stout Thus they sometimes do quite thrust out each other When equall mix'd live quietly together The cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes cause Sicknesse WHen sicke the Body is and well by fits Atomes are fighting but none 〈◊〉 better gets If they agree then Health returnes againe And so shall live as long as Peace remaine What Atomes make a Dropsie WHen Atomes round do meet joyne in one Ball Then they swell high and grow Hydropicall Thus joyning they ' come strong so powerfull grow All other Atomes they do overflow What Atomes make a Consumption THE Atomes sharpe when they together meet They grow so hot all other Atomes beate And being hot becomes so very dry They drinke Lifes moisture up make motion dye What Atomes make the wind Collick LOng aiery Atomes when they are combin'd Do spread themselves abroad and so make Wind Making a Length and Breadth extend so far That all the rest can neither go nor stir And being forc'd not in right places lye Thus press'd too hard Man in great paine doth lye What Atomes make a Palsey or Apoplexy DUll Atomes flat when they together joyne And with each other in a heape combine This Body thicke doth stop all passage so Keeps Motion out so num'd the Body grow Atomes that are sharpe in which Heate doth live Being smothered close no heate can give But if those Atomes flat meet in the Braine They choake the Spirits can no hea te obtaine In all other Diseases they are mixed taking parts and factions BUT in all other Diseases they are mix'd And not in one consisting Body fix'd But do in factions part then up do rise Striving to beate each other out Man dies All things are govern'd by Atomes THus Life and Death and young and old Are as the severall Atomes hold So Wit and Vnderstanding in the Braine Are as the severall Atomes reigne And Dispositions good or ill Are as the severall Atomes still And every Passion which doth rise Is as the severall Atomes lies Thus Sicknesse Health and Peace and War Are alwaies as the severall Atomes are A warr with Atomes SOme factious Atomes will agree combine They strive some form'd Body to unjoyne The Round beate out the Sharpe the Long The Flat do fight withall thus all go wrong Those which make Motion Generall in their war By his direction they much stronger are Atomes and Motion fall out WHen Motion and all Atomes disagree Thunder in Skies and sicknesse in Men bee Earthquakes and Windes which make disorder great T is when that Motion all the Atomes beate In this confusion a horrid noise they make For Motion will not let them their right places take Like frighted Flocks of Sheepe together run Thus Motion like a Wolfe doth worry them The agreement of some kinde of Motion with some kinde of Atomes SOme Motion with some Atomes well agree Fits them to places right as just may bee By Motions helpe they so strong joyne each to That hardly Motion shall againe undo Motions inconstancy oft gives such power To Atomes as they can Motion devoure
which Affections grow The 're severall Dresses which the Mind puts on Some serve as Veiles which over it is throwne What Creature is there hath such peircing Eyes That mingles Soules and a fast Friend-ship tyes What Creature else but Man hath such Delights So various and such strong odd Appetites Man can distill and is a Chymist rare Divides and separates VVater Fire and Aire Thus can 〈◊〉 divide and separate All Natures work what ere she made Can take the Breadth and Heighth of things Or know the Vertue of all Plants that springs Makes Creatures all submit unto his will Makes Fame to live though Death his Body kill What else but Man can Nature imitate With Pen and Pencill can new Worlds create There 's none like Man for like to Gods is he Then let the World his Slave and Vassall be Of Ambition TEN Thousand Pounds a yeare will make me live A Kingdome Fortune then to me must give I 'le conquer all like Alexander Great And like to Caesar my Opposers beat Give me a Fame that with the World may last Let all Tongues tell of my great Actions past Let every Child when first t is taught to speak Repeat my Name my Memory for to keep And then great Fortune give to me thy power To ruine Man and raise him in an Houre Let me command the Fates and spin their thread And Death to stay his Sithe when I forbid And Destiny give me your Chaines to tye Effects from Causes to produce thereby And let me like the Gods on high become That nothing can but by my will be done Of Humility WHen with returning Thoughts my selfe behold I find all Creatures else made of that Mould And for the Mind which some say is like Gods I do not find 'twixt Man and Beast such oddes Onely the Shape of Men is fit for use Which makes him seem much wiser then a Goose. For had a Goose which seemes of simple Kind A Shape to form and fit things to his Mind To make such Creatures as himselfe obey Could hunt and shoot those that would 'scape away As wise would seem as Man be as much fear'd As when the Coose comes neere the Man be fear'd Who knowes but Beasts may wiser then Men bee We no such Errours or Mistakes can see Like quiet Men besides they joy in rest To eat and drink in Peace they think it best Their Food is all they seek the rest think vaine 〈◊〉 not unto Eternity remaine Despise not Beast nor yet be proud of Art But Nature thank for forming so each Part. And since your Knowledge is begot by form Let not your Pride that Reason overcome For if that Motion in your Braine workes best Despise not Beast cause Motion is deprest Nor proud of Speech 'cause Reason you can shew For Beast hath Reason too for all we know But Shape the Mind informes with what doth find Which being taught is wiser then Beast-kind Of Riches or Covetousnesse WHat will not 〈◊〉 in abundance do Or make the Mind of Man submit unto It bribes out Vertue from her strongest hold It makes the Coward valorous and bold It corrupts Chastity meltes Thoughts of Ice And bashfull Modesty it doth intice It makes the humble proud and Meek to swell Destroies all Loyalty makes Hearts rebell It doth unty the Knots of Friend-ship fast Naturall Affections away to cast It cuts th' Innocents Throat and Hearts divide It buyes out Conscience doth each Cause decide It makes Man venture Life and Limb So much is Wealth desir'd by him It buies out Heaven and casts Soules to Hell For Man to get this Muck his God will sell. Of Poverty I live in low Thatcht House Roomes small my Cell Not big enough for Prides great Heart to dwell My Roomes are not with Stately Cedars built No Marble Chimney-peece nor Wainscot gilt No Statues cut or carv'd nor cast in Brasse Which had they Life would Natures Art surpasse Nor painted Pictures which Appelles drew There 's nought but Lime and Haire homely to view No Agget Table with a Tortoise Frame Nor Stooles stuft with Birds feathers wild or tame But a Stump of an old decayed Tree And Stooles with three legs which halfe lame they bee Cut with a Hatchet from some broken Boughes And this is all which Poverty allowes Yet it is free from Cares no Theeves do feare The Doore stands open all is welcome there Not like the Rich who Guests doth entertaine With cruelty to Birds Beasts that are slaine Who 〈◊〉 their Bodies with their melted Grease And by their Flesh their Bodies fat increase We need no Cook nor Skill to dresse our Meat For Nature dresses most of what we cate As Roots and Herbes not such as Art doth sow But such in Feilds which naturally grow Our wooden Cups we from the Spring do fill Which is the Wine-presse of great Nature still When rich Men they for to delight their tast 〈◊〉 out the Juice from Earth her strength do wast For Bearing often shee will grow so leane A 〈◊〉 for Bones bare Earth is seen And for their Drink the subtle Spirits take Both from the Barley and the sull-ripe Grape Thus by their Luxury their life they wast All the ir delight is still to please their tast This heates the Mind with an ambitious fire None happy is but in a low desire Their desires run they six themselves no where What they have or can have they do not care What they injoy not long for and admire Sick for that want so restlesse is desire When we from Labours come blest with a quiet sleep No 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our Sense awake doth keep All 's still and silent in our House and Mind Our Thoughts are chearfull and our Hearts are kind And though that life in Motion still doth dwell Yet rest in life a poore Man loveth well Of Tranquillity THat Mind which would in Peace and quiet be Must cast off Cares and foolish Vanity With honest desires a house must build Upon the ground of Honour and be seild With constant Resolutions to last long Rais'd on the Pillars of Justice strong Let nothing dwell there but Thoughts right holy Turne out Ignorance and rude rash folly There will the Mind injoy it selfe in Pleasure For to it 〈◊〉 it is the greatest Treasure For they are poore whose Mind is discontent What Joy they have it is but to them lent The World is like unto a troubled Sea Life as a Barque made of a rotten Tree Where every 〈◊〉 ave indangers it to split And drown'd it is if 'gainst a Rock it hit But if this Barque be made with Temperance strong It mounts the Waves and Voyages takes long If Discretion doth as the Pilot guide It scapes all Rocks still goes with Wind and Tide Where Love as Merchant trafficks up to Heaven And for his Prayers he hath Mercies given 〈◊〉 as Factor sets the price of things Tranquillity as Buyers in the Money brings Of the Shortnesse of Mans
would not 〈◊〉 when there are many in the World which are accounted Wise that will venture Life and Honour for a petty Interest or out of Envie or for Revenge sake And why should not I venture when nothing lies at Stake but Wit let it go I shall nor cannot be much Poorer If Fortune be my Friend then Fame will be my Gaine which may build me a Pyramid a Praise to my Memory I shall have no cause to seare it will be so high as Babels Tower to fall in the mid-way yet I am sorry it doth not touch at Heaven but my Incapacity Feare Awe and Reverence kept me from that Work For it were too great a Presumption to venture to Discourse that in my Fancy which is not describeable For God and his Heavenly Mansions are to be admired wondred and astonished at and not disputed on But at all other things let Fancy fiye And like a Towring Eagle mount the Skie Or lik the Sun swiftly the World to round Or like pure Gold which in the Earth is found But if a drossie Wit let 't buried be Under the Ruines of all Memory The Poetresses hasty Resolution REading my Verses I like't them so well Selfe-love did make my Iudgement to rebell Thinking them so good I thought more to write Considering not how others would them like I writ so fast I thought if I liv'd long A Pyramid of Fame to build thereon Reason observing which way I was bent Did stay my hand and ask't me what I meant Will you said shee thus waste your time in vaine On that which in the World small praise shall gaine For shame leave off sayd shee the Printer spare Hee 'le loose by your ill Poetry I feare Besides the Worldhath already such a weight Of uselesse Bookes as it is over fraught Then pitty take doe the World a good turne And all you write cast in the fire and burne Angry I was and Reason strook away When I did he are what shee to me did say Then all in haste I to the Presle it sent Fearing Perswasion might my Book prevent But now 't is done with greife repent doe I Hang down my head 〈◊〉 shame blush sigh and cry Take pitty and my drooping Spirits raise Wipe off my teares with Handkerchiefes of Praise The Poetresses Petition LIke to a Feavers pulse my heart doth beat For fear my Book some great repulse should meet If it be naught let her in silence lye Disturbe her not let her in quiet dye Let not the Bells of your dispraise ring loud But wrap her up in silence as a Shrowd Cause black oblivion on her Hearse to hang Instead of Tapers let darke night there stand In stead of Flowers to the grave her strow Before her Hearse sleepy dull Poppy throw In stead of Scutcheons let my Teares be 〈◊〉 Which greife and sorrow from my eyes out wrung Let those that beare her Corps no lesters be But sad and sober grave Mortality No Satyr Poets to her Funerall come No Altars rays'd to write Inscriptions on Let dust of all forgetfulnesse be cast Upon her Corps there let them lye and waste Nor let her rise againe unlesse some know At Iudgements some good Merits shee can shew Then shee shall live in Heavens of high praise And for her glory Garlands of fresh Bayes An excuse for so much writ upon my Verses COndemne me not for making such a coyle About my Book alas it is my Childe Just like a Bird when her Young are in Nest Goes in and out and hops and takes no Rest But when their Young are fledg'd their heads out peep Lord what a chirping does the Old one keep So I for feare my Strengthlesse Childe should fall Against a doore or stoole aloud I call Bid have a care of such a dangerous place Thus write I much to hinder all disgrace POEMS Nature calls a Councell which was Motion Figure matter and Life to advise about making the World WHen Nature first this World she did create She cal'd a Counsell how the same might make Motion was first who had a subtle wit And then came Life and Forme and Matter fit First Nature spake my Friends if we agree We can and may do a sine worke said she Make some things to adore us worship give Which now we only to our selves do live Besides it is my nature things to make To give out worke and you directions take And by this worke a pleasure take therein And breed the Fates in huswifery to spin And make strong Destiny to take some paines Least she growe idle let her Linke some Chaines Inconstancy and Fortune turne a Wheele Both ' are so wanton cannot stand but reele And Moisture let her poure out Water forth And Heat let her suck out and raise up growth And let sharp Cold stay things that run about And Drought stop holes to keepe the water out 〈◊〉 and Darknesse they will domineere If Motions power make not Light appeare Produce a Light that all the World may see My only Childe from all Eternitie Beauty my Love my Joy and deare delight Else Darknesse rude will cover her with spight Alas said Motion all paines I can take Will do no good Matter a Braine must make Figure must draw a Circle round and small Where in the midst must stand a Glassy Ball Without Convexe the inside a Concave And in the midst a round small hole must have That Species may passe and repasse through Life the Prospective every thing to view Alas said Life what ever we do make Death my great Enemy will from us take And who can hinder his strong mighty power He with his cruelty doth all devoure And Time his Agent brings all to decay Thus neither Death nor Time will you obey He cares for none of your commands nor will Obey your Lawes but doth what likes him still He knowes his power far exceedeth ours For whatso'ere we make he soone devours Let me advise you never take such paines A World to make since Death hath all the gaines Figures opinion did agree with Life For Death said she will fill the World with strife What Forme soever I do turne into Death findes me out that Forme he doth undoe Then Motion spake none hath such cause as I For to complaine for Death makes Motion dye 'T is best to let alone this worke I thinke Saies Matter Death corrupts and makes me stinke Saies Nature I am of another minde If we let Death alone we soone shall finde He wars will make and raise a mighty power If we divert him not may us devoure He is ambitious will in triumph sit Envies my workes and seekes my State to get And Fates though they upon great Life attend Yet feare they Death and dare not him offend Though Two be true and spin as Life them bids The Third is false and cuts short the long threads Let us agree for feare we should do worse And make some worke for to
fled But to him run like shuttles in a loom And with their bodies did his Corps intomb For through their loyall breast did dig their grave Because their King a 〈◊〉 should have So all did dye no story yet 〈◊〉 shown Was ever any Pygmees after known Then did their wives with sighs 〈◊〉 their falls And withtheir tears did strew their Funerals Those Tears did mix with blood upon the ground Where Rubies since hath in the Earth been found Their Bodies moist to Vapour rarified And now in Clouds do neer the Sun reside When they their grief unto remembrance call Those sullen clouds in shouring tears do fall Their sighs are winds that blow here and there And all their bodies transmigrated are unhappy battle to destroy a Race That on the earth deserv'd the chiefest place For they were valiant and did love their King Without dispute obey'd in every thing Nature pittying to see their Fortune sad Who by her favour a remembrance had For she their bones did turn to Marble white Of which are Statues carv'd for Mans delight And in some places are as gods set up Idols that superstition doth worship There Oberon King a Temple builded high In which great Fortunes name did magnifie The Temple of Fortune THe Temple was built of Cornelian red To signifie that much blood there was shed Her Altars were carv'd from an Agget stone VVhere there were musk Flyes sacrificed on And Priest there is that sings her praises loud VVhereat the people 〈◊〉 all in a croud For though she be blind and cannot well see Yet she her hearing hath perfectly The Steeple was built of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And carved finely with many a 〈◊〉 The Bels of Nightingales 〈◊〉 ues which did ring As sweetly as in the Spring they do 〈◊〉 Their Holy fire is made of Sweet Spice And kept by 〈◊〉 young that know no Vice Their 〈◊〉 sometimes they place in a Bower VVhich made is of a Gesamin Flower And all her sacred Groves in which she walks Are set with Roses that grow's by the stalks Thus in Procession her about they bear 〈◊〉 none but in Devotion cometh there The King and Queen do wait where e're she go And all about sweet incense they do strew Nature frown'd to see her so respected And by these Honours done she thought her self rejected Wherefore saith Nature let me take the place And let not Fortune proud me thus out-face When all that 's good you do receive from me For she my Vassal low you soon shall see For I with Vertues do the Mind inspire And cloathes the Soul in beautifull attire The body equall makes and very strong The Heart with Courage to revcnge a wrong In brains Invention Wit and Judgment lyes Creating like a god orders as wise The Senses all as perfectly are made To hear to see to taste to touch 〈◊〉 And in the Soule Affections Passions live There 's nothing done but what my powers give All which to mutability I throw Who in perpetuall motion alwayes goe Thus all Invention from my power comes For Arts in men are but by scraps and crumbs So Fate and Fortune are my Handmaids sure For what they do shall never long endure For I throughout the World do make things range And constant am in nothing but in change Then let your worship to blind Fortune fall Or else shall my displeasure bury all But false devotion unto men is sweet VVhilst Truth 's kickt out and trodden under feet Their minds do ebbe and flow just like the Tide And what is to be done is cast aside This makes that men are never in the way But wander up and down like sheep astray Oh wretched man that cannot in peace be For with himselfe he cannot well agree Sometimes he hates what he before approves But in a constant course he never moves Nor to himself nor God that 's good can stay He ever seeking is some unknown way No sad example he by warning takes If none will do him hurt some mischief makes As if he fear'd in happinesse to live And to himself a deadly wound will give But why do I complain that Man is bad Since what he hath or is from me he had Not onely Man the World but Gods also And nothing greater then my self I know VVhich made them take high Fortune down And in her room great Nature crown A Battle between Life and Death ACruel Battle is betwixt two Foes VVhen Nature will decide it none yet knows These two are Life and Death the world divide And whilst it lasts the Cause will n'ere decide First Life is active seeking to enjoy And Death is envious striving to destroy VVhen Life a curious peece of Work doth make And thinks therein some pleasure for to take Then in comes Death with Rancour and with spleen Destroyes it so that nothing can be seen For fear her ruines Beauty might present Leaves not so much to makes Life's Monument This makes Life mourn to see her pains and cost Destroy'd for what she doth in Death is lost VVeeping complains at Natures crueltie That onely made her for Deaths 〈◊〉 to be I am his food his sharp teeth doth me tear And when I 〈◊〉 no pity hath nor care The pain he puts me in doth make me rore And his pale face that 's grim affrights me sore And when I think away from him to run Falls streight into his jaws no wayes can shun But why do I thus sigh lament and mourn And try not means for to revenge my wrong I will call all my friends their strength to trye Either I le perish quite or Death shall dye Then brings she motion nimble at each turn And Courages that doth like Fire burn Preventing and inventing wits to make Sconses and Forts too strong for death to take A Regiment of Arts defending with their skill And do assult her foes and sometimes kill A Brigade of clear strengths stand firm and sure VVhich can the assaults of Death endure A Party of perfect healths arm'd so well As Death how to destroy them cannot tell A Troop of Growths at first small weak and low Increasing every minute numbers grow And many more Companies hath 〈◊〉 there As all the Passions chiefly Hope and Fear Love leads this Army his motto a Heart Their Arms are their Free-Wils all bear a part Deaths Army are all to destruction bent As Wars and Famine both these Pestilent Fury and Rage Despair that run about Seeking which way that they may Life put out Troops Regiments Brigades in numbers are As Sicknesse Dulnesse Griese and Care And feeble Age but few nor scarce can stand Yet in Deaths battle fight will hand to hand Hate leads the Army in a dull slow pace And for his Motto has a lean pale fare With severall weapons Death poor Life doth take Her as a prisoner and his slave doth make And on her Ashes doth in triumph ride And by his Conquest swels he big with pride Lifes force was
Senses all do take delight Yet you upon my Entrals alwaies bite My flesh cate up that all my bones are bare With the sharpe Teeth of Sorrow Griefe and Care Drawes out my Blood from Veines with envious spight Decaies my Strength with shame or extreame fright With Love extreamly sicke I lye With cruell hate you make me dye Mind Care keeps you from all hurt or falling low Sorrow and Griefe are Debts to Friends we owe. Feare makes man just to give each one his owne Shame makes Civility without there 's none Hate makes good Lawes that all may live in Peace Love brings Society and gets Increase Besides with Joy I make the Eyes looke gay With pleasing Smiles they dart forth every way With Mirth the Cheeks are fat smooth Rosie-red Your Speech flowes Wit when Fancies fill the Head If I were gone you 'ld misse my Company Wish we were joyn'd againe or you might dye A Complaint of VVater Earth and Aire against the Sun by way of Dialogue Moisture to Earth THere 's none hath such an Enemy as I The Sun doth drinke me up when he 's a dry He sucks me out of every hole I lye Drawes me up high from whence I downe do fall In Showers of Raine am broke in peeces small Where I am forc'd to Earth for helpe to call Strait Earth her Porous doors sets open wide And takes me in with hast on every side Then joynes my Limbs fast in a slowing Tide Earth to Moisture Alas Deare Friend the Sun my greatest Fee My tender Buds he blast as they do grow He burnes my Face and makes it 〈◊〉 and dry He sucks my Breast which starves my Young thereby Thus I and all my Young for thirst were slaine But that with Wet you fill my 〈◊〉 againe Aire to Earth and Moisture The Sun doth use me ill as all the rest For his hot Soultry heats do me molest Melts me into a thin and slowing Flame To make him light when men it Day do name Corrupts me makes me full of 〈◊〉 soares Which Putresaction on mens Bodies poures Or else the subtle Flame into mens Spirits run Which makes them raging or starke mad become Drawes me into a length and breadth till I Become so thin with windy wings do flye Never can leave till all my Spirits spent And then I dye and leave no Monument The Sun to 〈◊〉 O most unkind and most ungratefull Earth I am thy Mid-wife brings your Young to Birth I with my heat do cause your Young to grow And with my light I teach them how to go My Sun-Bcames are Strings whereon to hold For feare they fall and breake their Limbs on Cold. All to Maturity I do bring and give Youth Beauty Strength and make Old Age to live The Sun to 〈◊〉 ' ater Sluggish Moisture I active and light make All grosse and corrupt I Humours away take All Superfluity I dry up cleane That nothing but pure Christall water 's seen The hard-bound Cold I loosen and unty When you in Icy Chaines a Prisoner lye With 〈◊〉 your Limbs are nipt and bit with Cold Your smooth and glassie Face makes wrinkled Old I make you nimble soft and faire And Liquid Nourishing and Debonaire The Sun to Aire Aire I purge and make it cleere and bright Black Clouds dissolve which make the Day seem Night The crude raw Vapours I digest and straine The thicker part all into Showers of Raine The thinnest part I turne all into Winds Which like a Broome sweeps out all Dirt it findes The cleerest part turne into Azure Skie Hang'd all with Stars and next the Gods you lye A Dialogue between Earth and Cold. Earth O Cruell Cold to life an Enemy A Misery to Man and Posterity Most envious Cold to Stupifie Mens Braine Destroies that Monarchy where Wit should reigne Tyrant thou art to bind the Waters clear In Chaines of Ice lye fetter'd halfe the yeare Imprisons every thing that dwels in me Shutting my Porous doors no Light can see And smothered am almost up to death Each hole is stopt so close can take no breath Congeales the Aire to massie Clouds of Snow Like Mountaines great they on my Body throw And all my Plants and strong great fruit 〈◊〉 Trees You nip to death or cloath them in course Freeze My fresh green Robes which 〈◊〉 me fine and gay You strip me of or change to black or gray For feare of Cold my Moisture shrinks so low My Head weares bald no 〈◊〉 thereon will grow And breakes the Suns bright 〈◊〉 their heat destroy Which takes away my comfort and my joy And makes my Body stiff so deadly numb'd That in my Veines nothing will fluent run Cold. Why do you thus complaine poore Earth and grieve I give you strength and make you long to live I do refresh you from the Scorching Sun I give you breath which makes you strong become I cloath you from the Cold with Milke-white Snow Send downe your Sap to nourish you below For if that heat should dwell and long time stay His Thirst would drinke your Moisture all away I take nought from you nor do make you poore But like a Husband good do keepe your Store My Ice are Locks and Barrs all safe to keepe From Busie Motion gives you quiet sleepe For heat is active and doth you molest Doth make you worke and never let you rest Heat spends your Spirits makes you crackt and dry Drinkes all him selfe with Thirst you almost dye With Sweating Labour you grow weake and faint I wonder why you make such great complaint Earth Both Heat and Cold in each extreame Degree Two Hells they are though contrary they be Two Devils are torment me with great paines One shoots hot Arrowes th' other ties in Chaines A Dialogue betwixt Earth and Darknesse Earth OHorrid Darknesse and you powers of Night Melancholy Shades made by obstructed Lights Why so Cruell what Evil have I done To part me from my Husband the bright Sun Darknesse I do not part you he me hither sends Whilst Hee rides about to visit all his Friends Besides 〈◊〉 hath more Wives to love then you He never constant is to one nor true Earth You do him wrong for though he Journies make For Exercise he care for me doth take He leaves his Stars and 's Sister in his place To comfort me whilst 〈◊〉 doth run his Race But you do come most wicked 〈◊〉 Night And rob me of that faire and Silver Light Darknesse The Moon and Stars they are but shadowes thin Small Cob-web Lawne they from his Light do spin Which they in scorned do make you to disgrace As a thin Vaile to cover your Ill Face For Moon or Stars have no strong Lights to shew A Colour true nor how you bud or grow Onely some Ghosts do rise and take delight To walke about when that the Moon shines bright Earth Your are deceiv'd they cast no such Disguise Strive me to please by twinkling in the Skies And
In this slow Exercise much Good hath found Night is her Bed her rest therein to take Silence watches least Noise might her awake The Spheares her Musick and the 〈◊〉 way Is where She dances whilst those Spheares do play Natures City NAture of Mountaines Rocks a City built Where many severall Creatures therein dwelt The Citizens are Wormes which seldome stir But sit within their Shops and sell their Ware The Moles are Magistrates who undermine Each ones Estate that they their Wealth may sinde With their Extortions they high Houses builds To take their Pleasure in called Mole-hills The lazy Dormouse 〈◊〉 doth keep Much in their Houses eat and drink and sleep Unlesse it be to hunt about for Nuts Wherein the sport is still to sill their Guts The Peasant Ants īndustrious are to get Provisions store hard Labours make them sweet They dig they draw they plow and reap with care And what they get they to their Barnes do beare But after all their Husbandry and Paines Extortion comes and eates up all their Gaines And Merchant Bugs of all sorts they Traffick on all things travell every way But Vapours they are Artisans with skill And make strong Windes to send which way they will They make them like a Ball of Wild-fire to run Which spreads it selfe about when that round Forme's undone This is the City which great Nature makes And in this City Nature pleasure takes Natures Market IN Natures Market you may all things finde Of severall Sorts and of each severall Kind Carts of Sicknesse bring Paines and Weaknesse in And Baskets full of Surfets some do bring Fruits of Green-sicknesse there are to be sold And Collick Hearbes which are both hot and cold Lemmon of sharp Paine soure Orange sores Besides those things within this Market store Of two Hearts THere were two Hearts an hundred Acres wide Which hedg'd were round and ditcht on every side The one was very rich and fertile Ground The other Barren where small good was found In Pasture Grasse of Virtue grew up high Where Noble Thoughts did feed continually There they grew nimble strong and very large Fit for the Manage or in War to charge Or like good Kine that give the Milk of Wit And Cream of Wisedome for grave Counsels fit And Sheep of Patience whose Wool is thick and long Upon their Backs and Sides to keep out Wrong Rich Meadowes where the Hay of Faith doth grow Which with the Sithes of Reason downe we mow Devotions stackt it up on Hay-cocks high For feare in Winter Death the Soule should dye On Barren Ground there nothing well will grow Which is the cause I no good Seed will sow First soure Rye of crabbed Nature ill Which gives the Collick of displeasure still And cruell Hempseed hanging Ropes to make And treacherous Linseed small Birds for to take And many such like Seeds this Ground doth beare As cole black Branck and Melancholy Tare The other parts so sipid and so dry That neither Furse nor Ling will grow but dye Rich Arable good Education plow'd Deep Furroughs of Discretion well allowed And severall sorts of Seeds about did sow Where Crops of Actions good in full Eares grow First Wheat of Charity a fruitfull Seed It makes the Bread of Life the Poore to feed Ripe valiant Barley which strong Courage make Drinking the Spirits no Affront will take And Hospitable Peas firm Friend-ship breeds And gratefull Oates restoring still good Deeds This Corne is reapt by Fames sharp Sithe and cut And into large great Barnes of Honour put Where Truth doth thresh it out from grosse abuse Then Honesty doth grind it fit for Vse Similizing the Clouds to Horses THe Aiery Clouds do swistly run a Race And one another follow in a Chase. Like Horses some are sprightfull nimble fleet Others sweld big with watry Spavind Feet Which lag behind as tir'd in mid-way Or else like Resty Jades stock-still will stay They of all severall Shapes and Colours be Of severall Tempers seldome well agree As when we see Horses which highly fed Do proudly snort their Eyes look fiery red So Clouds exhaled fed by the hot Sun With Sulphur and Salt-Peter feirce become Flashing out Fire when together strike And with their Flames do th' World with Terrour fright Meeting each others they Encounters make With strong Assaults they one another break Falling upon each others Head and Back Nere parted are but by a Thunder Clap Pouring downe Showres of Raine upon the Earth Blow out strong Gusts of Wind with their long Breath Then Boreas whips them up and makes them run Till their Spirits are spent and Breath is gone Apollo breakes and backs them fit to ride Bridling with his hot Beames their strengths to guide And gives them Heates untill they foam and sweat Then wipes them dry least they a Cold should get Leades them into the middle Region Stable Where are all sorts dull quick weak and able But when they loose do get having no feares They fall together all out by the Eares Similizing Birds to a Ship BIrds from the Cedars tall which take a flight On stretched Wings to beare their Bodies light As Ships do saile over the Ocean wide So Birds do saile and through the Aire glide Their Bodies as the Keele Feet Cable Rope The Head the Steer-man is which doth guide the Poope Their Wines as Sailes with Wind are stretcht out wide But hard it is to flye against the Iide For when the Clouds do flow against their Breast Soon weary grow and on a Bough they rest THose Verses still to me do seem the best Where Lines run smooth and Wit eas'ly exprest Where Fancies flow as gentle Waters glide Where Flowry banks of Fancies grow each side That when they read Delight may them invite To read againe and wish they could so write For Verse must be like to a Beauteous Face Both in the Eye and in the Heart take place Where Readers must like Lovers wish to be Alwaies in their Deare Mistris Company Similizing the Mind THE Mind 's a Merchant trafficking about The Ocean of the 〈◊〉 to finde Opinions out Remembrance is the Ware-house to lay in Goods which Imaginations Ships do bring Which severall Trades-men of beliefe still buies They onely gaine in Truth but loose by Lies Thoughts as the Journey-men and 〈◊〉 Boies Do help to 〈◊〉 the Wares and sell the Toies A Prospect of a Church in the Mind STanding at Imaginations Window high I saw a Prospect in the Mind to lye Shutting the Ignorant Eye as close may be Because the Eye of Knowledge cleare might see Drawing a Circle round of fine Conceits Contracting Extravagant Speeches strait The more I view'd my Eye the farther went Till Vnderstandings Sight was almost spent An Isle of Thoughts so long could see no End Fill'd full of Fancies Light to me there seem'd Pillars of Judgments thick stood on a row And in this Isle Motion walk'd to and fro Feare