joyn'd Dispute the Right of Kings which I decide Present the modell of that martiall frame By which when Crowns are stak'd I rule the game They dance the sixth Antimasque being the representation of a Battell Mom. Madam I should censure you pro falso clamore for preferring a scandalous crosse-bill of recrimination against the Gods but your blindnesse shall excuse you Alas what would it advantage you if vertue were as universall as vice is it would only follow that as the world now exclaimes upon you for exalting the vicious it would then rail as fast at you for depressing the vertuous so they would still keep their tune though you chang'd their Ditty Merc. The mists in which future events are wrap'd That oft succeed beside the purposes Of him that workes his dull eyes not descerning The first great cause offer'd thy clouded shape To his enquiring search so in the dark The groping world first found thy Deity And gave thee rule over contingencies Which to the piercing eye of Providence Being fix'd and certain where past and to come Are allwayes present thou dost dis-appear Losest they being and art not at all Be thou then only a deluding Phantome At best a blind guide leading blinder fooles Who would they but survey their mutuall wants And help each other there were left no room For thy vain ayd Wisedome whose strong-built plot Leave nought to hazard mocks thy futile power Industrious labour drags thee by the locks Bound to his toyling Car and not attending Till thou dispence reaches his own reward Only the lazie sluggard yawning lyes Before thy threshold gaping for thy dose And licks the easie hand that feeds his sloath The shallow rash and unadvised man Makes thee his stale disburdens all the follies Of his mis guided actions on thy shoulders Vanish from hence and seek those Ideots out That thy fantastick god-head hath allow'd And rule that giddy superstitious crowd Hedone Pleasure a young woman with a smiling face in a light lascivious habit adorn'd with Silver and gold her Temples crown'd with a Garland of Roses and over that a Rainbow circling her head down to her shoulders Hedone enters Merc. What wanton 's this Mom. This is the sprightly Lady Hedone merry Gamester this people call her Pleasure Plea The reasons equall Iudges here alleg'd By the dismist Pretenders all concurr To strengthen my just title to the Sphere Honour or Wealth or the contempt of both Have in themselves no simple reall good But as they are the meanes to purchase pleasure The paths that lead to my delicious Palace They for my sake I for mine own am priz'd Beyond me nothing is I am the Goale The Iourneyes end to which the swearing world And wearied Nature travels For this the best And wisest sect of all Philosophers Made me the seat of supreme happinesse And though some more austere upon my ruines Did to the prejudice of Nature raise Some petty low-built vertues 't was because They wanted wings to reach my soaring pitch Had they beene Princes born themselves had prov'd Of all mankind the most luxurious For those delights which to their low condition Were obvious they with greedy appetite Suck'd and devour'd from offices of State From cares of family children wife hopes feares Retir'd the churlish Cynick in his Tub Enjoy'd those pleasures which his tongue desam'd Nor am I rank'd 'mongst the superfluous goods My necessary offices preserve Each single man and propagate the kind Then am I universall as the light Or common Ayr we breath and since I am The generall desire of all mankind Civill Felicity must reside in me Tell me what rate my choycest pleasures bear When for the short delight of a poor draught Of cheap cold water great Lysmachus Rendred himselfe slave to the Scythians Should I the curious structure of my seats The art and beauty of my severall objects Rehearse at large your bounties would reserve For every sense a proper constellation But I present the Persons to your eyes Come forth my subtle Organs of delight With changing figures please the curious eye And charm the eare with moving Harmony They dance the seventh Antimasque of the five senses Merc. Bewitching Syren guilded rottennesse Thou hast with cunning artifice display'd Th' enamel'd out side and the honied verge Of the fair cup where deadly poyson lurks Within a thousand sorrowes dance the round And like a shell Paine circles thee without Grief is the shaddow waiting on thy steps Which as thy joyes ' ginn tow'rds their West decline Doth to a Gyants spreading form extend Thy Dwarfish stature Thou thy self art Pain Greedy intense Desire and the keen edge Of thy fierce Appetite oft strangles thee And cuts thy slender thread but still the terrour And apprehension of thy hasty end Mingles with Gall thy most refined sweets Yet thy Cyrcaean charmes transform the world Captaines that have resisted warre and death Nations that over Fortune have triumph'd Are by thy Magick made effeminate Empires that knew no limits but the Poles Have in thy wanton lap melted away Thou wert the Author of the first excesse That drew this reformation on the gods Canst thou then dream those Powers that from heaven have Banish'd th' effect will there enthrone the cause To thy voluptuous Denne fly Witch from hence There dwell for ever drown'd in brutish sense Mom. I concurre and am grown so weary of these tedious pleadings as I le packe up too and be gone Besides I see a crowd of other sutors pressing hither I 'le stop 'em take their petitions and preferre'em above and as I came in bluntly without knocking and no body bid me welcome so I le depart as abruptly without taking leave and bid no body fare-well Merc. These with forc'd reasons and strain'd arguments Vrge vain pretences whilst your Actions plead And with a silent importunity Awake the drousie Iustice of the gods To crown your deeds with immortality The growing Titles of your Ancestors These Nations glorious Acts joyn'd to the stock Of your own Royall vertues and the clear Reflex they take from th' imitation Of your fam'd Court make Honours story full And have to that secure fix'd state advanc'd Both you and them to which the labouring world Wading through streames of blood sweats to aspire Those ancient Worthies of these famous Isles That long have slept in fresh and lively shapes Shall strait appear where you shall see your self Circled with modern Heroes who shall be In Act what ever elder times can boast Noble or Great as they in Prophesie Were all but what you are Then shall you see The sacred hand of bright Eternity Mould you to Stars and fixe you in the Sphere To you your Royall half to them shee ' Iloyn Such of this traine as with industrious steps In the fair prints your vertuous feet have made Though with unequall paces follow you This is decreed by Jove which my returne Shall see perform'd but first behold the rude And old Abiders
Soft as a bed of Roses blown When cruell flames forgot to burn Their chast pure limbs should man alone Gainst female Innocence conspire Harder than steel fiercer than fire Oh haplesse sex Vnequall sway Of partiall Honour who may know Rebels from subjects that obey When malice can on Vestals throw Disgrace and Fame fix high repute On the close shameless Prostitute Vain Honour thou art but disguise A cheating voyce a jugling art No judge of vertue whose pure eyes Court her own Image in the heart More pleas'd with her true figure there Than her false Eccho in the ear 3. Separation of Lovers STop the chafed Bore or play With the Lyons paw yet fear From the Lovers side to tear Th'Idoll of his soul away Though Love cries by the sight To the heart it doth not fly From the mind when from the eye The fair objects take their flight But since want provokes desire When we lose what we before Have enjoy'd as we want more So is Love more set on fire Love doth with an hungry eye Glut on Beauty and you may Safer snatch the Tygers pray Than his vitall food deny Yet though absence for a space Sharpen the keen Appetite Long continuance doth quite All Loves characters efface For the sense not fed denies Nourishment unto the mind Which with expectation pin'd Love of a consumption dyers 4 Incommunicability of Love QVest. By what power was Love confin'd To one object who can bind Or fix a limit to the free-born mind An. Nature for as bodies may Move at once but in one way So nor can minds to more than one love stray Reply Yet I feel double smart Loves twinn'd flame his forked dart An. Then hath wild Lust not Love-possest thy heart Qu. Whence springs love ' An. From beauty Qu. why Should th' effect not multiply As fast i'th'heart as doth the cause i' th' eye An. When two Beauties equall are Sence preferring neither fayr Desire stands still distracted 'twixt the pair So in equall distance lay Two farr Lambs in the Wolfe's way The hungry beast will sterve ere chuse his prey But where one is chief the rest Cease and that 's alone possest Without a Rivall Monarch of the breast Songs in the Play A Lover in the disguise of an Amazon is dearly beloved of his Mistris Cease thou afflicted soul to mourn Whose love and faith are paid with scorn For I am starv'd that feet the blissrs Of dear embraces smiles and kisses From my soul's Idoll yet complain Of equall love more than disdain Cease Beauties exile to lament The frozen shades of hanishment For I in that fair bosome dwell That is my Paradise and Hell Banisht at home at once at ease In the safe Port and lost on Seas Cease in cold jealous seares to pine Sad wretch whom Rivals undermine For though I hold lock'd in mine arms My lifes sole joy a Traytors Charms Prevail whilst I may only blame My self that mine owne Rivall am Another A Lady rescued from death by a Knight who in the instant leaves her complaines thus OH whither is my says Sun fled Bearing his light not beat away If thou repose in the moist bed Of the Sea-Queen bring back the day To our dark clime and thou shalt lye Bath'd in the sea flowes from mine eye Vpon what whirlewind didst thou ride Hence yet remain fixt in my heart From me and to me fled and ty'd Dark riddles of the amorous art Love lent thee wings to fly so Hee Vnfeather'd now must rest with me Helph help brave Youth I burn I bleed The cruell God with Bow and Brand Pursues the life thy valour freed Disarm him with thy conquering hand And that thou mayest the wild boy tame Give me his dart keep thou his flame TO BEN. IOHNSON Vpon occasion of his Ode of defiance annex'd to his Play of the New Inne T Is true dear Ben thy just chastizing hand Hath fix'd upon the somed Age a brand To their swoln pride and empty scribling due It can nor judge nor Write and yet 't is true Thy comique Muse from the exalted line Toucht by the Alchymist doth since decline From that her Zenith and foretels a red And blushing evening when she goes to bed Yet such as shall out-shine the glimmering light With which all stars shall gild the following night Nor think it much since all thy Eaglets may Endure the Sunnie tryall if we say This hath the stronger wing or that doth shine Trick'd up in fairer plumes since all are thine Who hath his flock of cackling Geese compar'd With thy tun'd quire of Swans or else who dar'd To call thy births desorm'd but if thou bind By City custome or by Gavell-kind In equall shares thy love on all thy race We may distinguish of their sex and place Though one hand form them through one brain strike Souls into all they are not all alike Why should the follies then of this dull age Draw from thy pen such an immodest rage As seemes to blast thy else-immortall Bays When thine own tongue proclames thy itch of praise Such thirst will argue drougth No let be hurld Vpon thy works by the detracting world What malice can suggest let the Rout say The running sands that ere thou make a play Count the slow minutes might a Goodwin frame To swallow when th' hast done thy ship wrack'd name Let them the dear expence of oyl upbraid Suck'd by thy watchfull Lamp that hath betray'd To theft the blood of martyr'd Authors spilt Into thy ink whilst thou grow'st pale with guilt Repine not at the Tapers thrifty waste That sleeks thy terser Poem nor is haste Prayse but excuse and if thou overcome A knotty writer bring the booty home Nor think it theft if the rich spoyls so torn From conquered Authors be as Trophies worn Let others glut on the extorted praise Of vulgar breath trust thou to after dayes Thy labour'd works shall live when Time devours Th' abortive off spring of their hasty hours Thou art not of their rank the quarrell lyes Within thine owne Virge then let this suffice The wiser world doth greater Thee confess Than all men else than Thy selfe only less An Hymeneall Dialogue Bride and Groome GRoom Tell me my Love since Hymen ty'd The holy knot hast thou not felt A new infused spirit slide Into thy brest whilst thine did melt Bride First tell me Sweet whose words were those For though the voyce your ayr did break Yet did my soul the sense compose And through your lips my heart did speak Groo. Then I preceive when from the flame Of love my scorch'd soul did retire Your frozen heart in her place came And sweetly melted in that fire Bride 'T is true for when that mutuall change Of souls was made with equall gain I straight might feel diffus'd a strange But gentle heat through every vein Chorus Oh blest dis-union that doth so Our bodies from our souls divide As two doe one and one four grow
Each by contraction multiply'd Bride Thy bosome then I 'l make my nest Since there my willing soul doth pearch Groom And for my heart in thy chaste brest I 'l make an everlasting search Chorus Oh blest dis-union c. Obsequies to the Lady ANNE HAY I Heard the Virgins sigh I saw the sleek And polish'd Courtier channell his fresh cheek With reall teares the new betrothed Maid Smil'd not that day the graver Senate laid Their business by of all the Courtly throng Grief seald the heart and silence bound the tongue I that ne'r more of privat sorrow knew Than from my Pen some froward Mistris drew And for the publick woe had my dull sense So fear'd with ever adverse influence As the invaders sword might have unfelt Pierc'd my dead bosome yet began to melt Griefe 's strong instinct did to my blood suggest In the unknown loss peculiar Interest But when I heard the noble Carlit's Gem The fayrest branch of Denny's ancient stem Was from that Casket stoln from this Trunk torn I found just cause why they why I should mourn But who shall guide my artless Pen to draw Those blooming beauties which I never saw How shall posterity beleeve my story If I her crowded graces and the glory Due to her riper vertues shall relate Without the knowledge of her mortall state Shall I as once Apelles here a feature There steal a Grace and rifling so whole Nature Of all the sweets a learned eye can see Figure one Venus and say such was she Shall I her legend fill with what of old Hath of the Worthies of her sex been told And what all pens and times to all dispence Restrain to her by a prophetique sense Or shall I to the Morall and Divine Exactest laws shape by an even line A life so straight as it should shame the square Left in the rules of Katherine or Clare And call it hers say so did she begin And had she liv'd such had her progress been These are dull wayes by which base pens for hire Dawb glorious vice and from Apollo's quire Steal holy Ditties which prophanely they Vpon the Herse of every strumpet lay Wee will not bathe thy corps with a forc'd tear Nor shall thy train borrow the blacks they were Such vulgar spice and gums embalm not thee Thou art the theme of Truth not Poetry Thou shalt endure a tryall by thy Peers Virgins of equall birth of equall years Whose vertues held with thine an emulous strife Shall draw thy picture and record thy life One shall ensphere thine eyes another shall Impearl thy teeth a third thy white and small Hand shall besnow a fourth incarnadine Thy rosie cheek untill each beautious line Drawn by her hand in whom that part excels Meet in one Center where all beautie dwels Others in task shall thy choyce vertues share Some shall their birth some their ripe growth declare Though niggard Time left much unhatch'd by deeds They shall relate how thou hadst all the seeds Of every vertue which in the pursute Of time must have brought forth admired fruit Thus shalt thou from the mouth of envy raise A glorious journall of thy thrifty days Like a bright star shot from his sphere whose race In a continued line of flames we trace This if survay'd shall to thy view impart How little more than lore thou wer 't thou art This shall gain credit with succeeding times When nor by bribed pens nor partiall rimes Of engag'd kindred but the sacred truth Is storied by the partners of thy youth Their breath shall Saint thee and be this thy pride Thus even by Rivals to be Deifi'd To the Countess of Anglesea upon the immoderatly by her lamented death of her Husband MAdam men say you keep with dropping eyes Your sorrowes fresh wat'ring the Rose that lie Fall'n from your cheeks upon your dear Lords Herse Alas those odours now no more can pierce His cold pale nostrill nor the crimson dye Present a gracefull blush to his dark eye Think you that flood of pearly moisture hath The vertue fabled of old Esom's bath You may your beauties and your youth consume Over his Vin and with your sighes perfume The solitary Vaule which as you groan In hollow Ecchoes shall repeat your moan There you may wither and an Autumn bring Vpon your self but not call back his spring Forbear your fruitless grief then and let those Whose love was doubted gain belief with showes To their suspected faith you whose whole life In every act crown'd you a constant Wife May spare the practise of that vulgar trade Which superstitious custome only made Rather a Widow now of wisedome prove The pattern as a Wife you were of love Yet since you surfet on your grief 't is fit I tell the world upon what cates you fit Glutting your sorrows and at once include His story your excuse my gratitude You that behold how yon'd sad Lady blends Those ashes with her tears lest as she spends Her tributary sighes the frequent gust Might scarter up and down che noble dust Know when that heap of Atomes was with blood Kneaded to solid flesh and firmly stood On starely Pillars the rare form might move The froward Inne's or chaste Cynthia's love In motion active grace in rest a calm Attractive sweetness brought both wound and balm To every heart He was compos'd of all The wishes of ripe Virgins when they call For Hymm's rites and in their fancies wed A shape of studied beauties to their bed Within this curious Palace dwelt a soul Gave lustre to each part and to the whole This drest his face in curteous smiles and so From comely gestures sweeter manners flow This courage joyn'd to strength so the hand bent Was Valours open'd Bounties instrument Which did the scale and sword of Iustice hold Knew how to brandish steel and scatter gold This taught him not t' engage his modest tongue In sutes of private gain though publike wrong Nor mis-employ As is the great mans use His credit with his Master to traduce Deprave malign and ruine Innocence In proud revenge of some mis-judg'd offence But all his actions had the noble end T' advance delert or grace some worthy friend He chose not in the active stream to swim Nor hunted Honour which yet hunted him But like a quiet Eddy that hath found Some hollow creek there turns his waters round And in continuall circles dances free From the impetuous Torrent so did he Give others leave to turn the wheel of State Whose sterless motions spins the subjects fate Whilst he retir'd from the tumultuous noyse Of Court and sutors press apart enjoyes Freedome and mirth himself his time and friends And with sweet rellish tastes each hour he spends I could remember how his noble heart First kindled at your beauties with what Art He chas'd his game through all opposing fears When I his sighes to you and back your tears Convay'd to him how loyall then and how Constant he
proceed 'T is mercy not to pitty though she bleed Wee 'l strew no nuts but change that ancient form For till to morrow wee 'l prorogue this storm Which shall confound with its loud whistling noyse Her pleasing shreeks and fan thy panting joyes For a Picture where a Queen Laments over the Tombe of a slain Knight BRave Youth to whom Fate in one hour Gave death and Conquest by whose power Those chains about my heart are wound With which the Foe my Kingdome bound Freed and captiv'd by thee I bring For either Act an offering For victory this wreath of Bay â—nsign of thraldome down I lay Scepter and Crown Take from my sight Those Royall Robes since fortunes spight Forbids me live thy Vertues prize I 'l dye thy Valours sacrifice To a Lady that desired I would love her I. NOw you have freely given me leave to love What will you doe Shall I your mirth or passion move When I begin to wooe Will you torment or scorn or love me too 2. Each petty beauty can disdain and I Spight of your hate Without your leave can see and dye Dispence a nobler Fate T is easie to destroy you may create 3. Then give me leave to love love me too Not with designe To rayse as Loves curst Rebels doe When puling Poets whine Fame to their beauty from their blubbi'd eyri 4. Grief is a puddle and reflects not clear Your beauties rayes Ioyes are pure streames your eyes appear Sullen in sadder layes In cheerfull numbers they shine bright with prayse 5. Which shall not mention to express you fayr Wounds flames and darts Storms in your brow nets in your hair Suborning all your parts Or to betray or torture captive hearts 6. I 'l make your eyes like morning Suns appear As mild and fair Your brow as Crystall smooth and clear And your dishevell'd hayr Shall flow like a calm Region of the Ayr. 7. Rich Nature's store which is the Poet's Treasure I 'l spend to dress Your beauties if your mine of Pleasure In equall thankfulness You but unlock so we each other bless Vpon my Lord Chief Iustice his election of my Lady A. W. for his Mistress 1. HEar this and tremble all Vsurping Beauties that create A government Tyrannicall In Love's free state Iustice hath to the sword of your edg'd eyes His equall ballance joyn'd his sage head lyes In love's soft lap which must be just and wise 2. Heark how the stern Law breathes Forth amorous sighs and now prepares No fetters but of silken wreathes And braded hayrs His dreadfull Rods and Axes are exil'd Whilst he sits crown'd with Roses Love hath fild His native roughness Iustice is grown mild 3. The golden Age returns Loves bow and quiver useless lye His shaft his brand nor wounds nor burns And cruelty Is sunk to Hell the fayr shall all be kind Who loves shall be belov'd the froward mind To a deformed shape shall be confin'd 4. Astiaea hath postest An earthly seat and now remains In Finch's heart but wentworth's brest That Guest contains With her she dwels yet hath not left the skies Nor lost her Sphere for new-enthron'd she cryes I know no Heaven but fayr wentworth's eyes To A. D. unreasonable distrustfull of her own beauty FAyr Doris break thy Glass it hath perplext With a dark Comment beautie's clearest Text It hath not told thy faces story true But brought false Copies to thy jealous view No colour feature lovely ayr or grace That ever yet adorn'd a beauteous face But thou maist read in thine or justly doubt Thy Glass hath been summon'd to leave it our But if it offer to thy nice survay A spot a stain a blemish or decay It not belongs to thee the treacherous light Or faithless stone abuse thy credulous sight Perhaps the magique of thy face hath wrought Vpon th' enchanted Crystall and so brought Fantastick shadowes to delude thine eyes With ayrie re-pereussive sorce ries Or else th' enamoured Image pines away For love of the fair Object and so may Wax pale and wan and though the substance grow Lively and fresh that may consume with woe Give then no faith to the false specular stone But let thy beauties by th' effects be known Look sweetest Doris on my love-sick heart In that true mirrour see how fair thou art There by Love's never-erring Pensill drawn Shalt thou behold thy face like th' early dawn Shoot through the shady covert of thy hair Enameling and perfuming the calm Ayr With Pearles and Roses till thy Suns display Their lids and let out the imprison'd day Whilst Delphique Priests enlightned by their Theme In amorous numbers count thy golden beam And from Love's Altars clouds of sighes arise In smoaking Incense to adore thine eyes If then Love flow from Beauty as th' effect How canst thou the resistless cause suspect Who would not brand that Fool that should contend There were no fire where smoak and flames ascend Distrust is worse than scorn not to beleeve My harmes is greater wrong than not to grieve What cure can for my festring sore be found Whilst thou beleev'st thy beauty cannot wound Such humble thoughts more cruell Tyrants prove Than all the pride that e'r usurp'd in Love For Beauties Herald here denounceth war There her false spies betray me to a snare If fire disguis'd in bals of snow were hurl'd It unsuspected might consume the world Where our prevention ends danger begins So Wolves in Sheepes Lyons in Asses skins Might farre more mischief work because less fear'd Those the whole stock these might kill all the herd Appear then as thou art break through this cloud Confess thy beauty though thou thence grow proud Be fair though scornfull rather let me find Thee cruell than thus mild and more unkind Thy cruelty doth only me defie But these dull thoughts thee to thy self deny Whether thou mean to barter or bestow Thy self 't is fit thou thine own valew know I will not cheat thee of thy self nor pay Less for thee than th' art worth thou shalt not say That is but brittle glass which I have found By strict enquiry a firm Diamond I 'l trad with no such Indian fool as sele Gold Pearles and precious stones for Beads and Bels Nor will I take a present from your hand Which you or prize not or not understand It not endeares your bounty that I doe Esteem your gift unless you doe so too You undervalew me when you bestow On me what you nor care for nor yet know No Lovely Doris change thy thoughts and be In love first with thy self and then with me You are afflicted that you are not fayr And I as much tormented that you are What I admire you seorn what I love hate Through different faiths both share an equall Fate Fast to the truth which you renounce I stick I dye a Martyr you an Heretique To my friend G. N. from Wrest I Breath sweet Ghibs the temperate ayr of wrest Where I no
entreat you be more carefull in your choyse of company for you are alwayes found either with Misers that not use you at all or with fooles that know not how to use you well Be not hereafter so reserv'd and coy to men of worth and parts and so you shall gaine such credit as at the next Sessions you may be heard with better successe But till you are thus reform'd I pronounce this positive sentence That wheresoever you shall chuse to abide your society shall adde no credit or reputation to the party nor your discontinuance or totall absence be matter of disparagement to any man and whosoever shall hold a contrary estimation of you shall be condemn'd to weare perpetuall Motley unlesse he recant his opinion Now you may voyd the Cout Paenia enters a woman of a pale colour large brims of a hat upon her head through which her haire started up like a fury her Robe was of a dark colourful of patches about one of her hands was tied a chaine of Iron to which was fastned a weighty tone which she bore up under her arm Merc. What Creature 's this Mom. The Antipodes to the other they move like Two Buckets or as two nayles drive out one another Of Riches depart Poverty will enter Pov. I nothing doubt Great and Immortal Powers But that the place your wisedome hath deny'd My foe your Iustice will conferre on me Since that which renders him incapable Proves a strong plea for me I could pretend Even in these rags a larger Soveraignty Then gaudy Wealth in all his pompe can boast For mark how few they are that share the World The numerous Armies and the swarming Ants That fight and royle for them are all my Subjects Thay take my wages weare my Livery Invention too and Wit are both my creatures And the whole race of Vertue is my Off-spring As many mischiefes issue from my wombe And those as mighty as procced from gold Oft o'r his Throne I wave my awfull Scepter And in the bowels of his state command When ' midst his heaps of coyn and hils of gold I pine and starve the avaritious Fool. But I decline those titles and lay claim To heaven by right of Divine contemplation She is my Darling I in my soft lap Free from disturbing cares bargains accounts Leases Rents Stewards and the fear of theeves That vex the rich nurse her in calm repose And with her all the Vertues speculative Which but with me find no secure retreat For entertainment of this hour I le call A race of people to this place that live At Natures charge and not importune heaven To chayn the winds up or keep back the storms To stay the thunder or forbid the hayl To thresh the unreap'd ear but to all weathers The chilling frost and scalding Sun expose Their equall face Come forth my swarthy train In this faire circle dance and as you move Mark and foretell happy events of Love They dance the fifth Antimasque of Gypsies Mom. I cannot but wonder that your perpetual conversation with Poets and Philosophers hath furnished you with no more Logick or that you should think to impose upon us so grosse an inference as because Plutus and you are contrary therefore whatsoever is denyed of the one must be true of the other as if it should follow of necessity because hee is not Iupiter you are No I give you to know I am better vers'd in cavils with the gods than to swallow such a fallacy for though you two cannot be together in one place yet there are many places that may be without you both and such is heaven where neither of you are likely to arrive therefore let me advise you to marry your selfe to Content and beget sage Apothegmes aud goodly morall Sentences in dispraise of Riches and contempt of the world Merc. Thou dost presume too much poor needy wretch To claim a station in the Firmament Because thy humble Cottage or thy Tub Nurses some lazie or Pedantique vertue In the cheap Sun-shine or by shady springs With roots and pot-herbs where thy right hand Tearing those humane passions from the mind Vpon whose stocks fair blooming vertues flourish Degradeth Nature and benummeth sense And Gorgon-like turnes active men to stone Wee not require the dull society Of your necessitated Temperance Or that unnaturall stupidity That knowes nor joy nor sorrow nor your forc'd Falsly exalted passive Fortitude Above the Active This low abject brood That fix their seats in mediocrity Become your servile mind but we advance Such vertues only as admit excesse Brave bounteous Acts Regall Magnificence All-seeing Prudence Magnanimity That knowes no bound and that Heroick vertue For which Antiquity hath left no name But patternes only such as Hercules Achilles Theseus Back to thy loath'd cell And when thou feest the new enlightned Sphere Study to know but what those Worthies were Tyche enters her head bald behind and one great locke before wings at her shoulders and in her hand a wheel her upper parts naked and the skirt of her Garment wrought all over with Crownes Scepters Bookes and such other things as expresse both her greatest and smallest gifts Mom. See where Dame Fortune comes you may know her by her wheele and that vayl over her eyes with which she hopes like a seel'd pigeon to mount above the Clouds and pearch in the eighth Sphere listeen shee begins Fort. I come not here you gods to plead the Right By which Antiquity assign'd my Deity Though no peculiar station mongst the Stars Yet generall power to rule their influence Or boast the Title of Omnipotent Ascrib'd me then by which I rival'd Iove Since you have cancell'd all those old Records But confident in my good cause and merit Claim a succession in the vacant Orb From since Astraea fled to heaven I sit Her Deputy on Earth I hold her skales And weigh mens Fates out who have made me blind Because themselves want eyes to see my causes Call me inconstant 'cause my workes surpasse The shallow fathom of their humane reason Yet here like blinded Iustice I dispence With my impartiall hands their constant lots And if desertlesse impious men engrosse My best rewards the fault is yours you gods That scant your graces to mortality And niggards of your good scarce spare the world One vertuous for a thousand wicked men It is no errour to conferre dignity But to bestow it on a vicious man I gave the dignity but you made the vice Make you men good and I le make good men happy That Plutus is refus'd dismayes me not Hee is my Drudge and the externall pompe In which hee decks the World proceeds from me Not him like Harmony that not resides In strings or notes but in the hand and voyce The revolutions of Empires States Scepters and Crowns are but my game and sport Which as they hang on the events of Warre So those depend upon my turning wheel You warlike Squadrons who in battles