another kisses All sorts of Lovers and their Passions Severall waies of Conrt 〈◊〉 and fine Fashions Some take strong Townes and Buttels win Few do loose but all must yeild to him Some are Heroick Generous and Free And some so base do crouch with Flattery Some dying are and in the Grave halfe lye And some Repenting which for sorrow cry The Mind oppres'd with Griefe Thoughts Mourners bee All cloath'd in Black no light of Joy can see Some with Despaire do rage are almost mad And some so merry nothing makes thein sad And many more which were too long to tell Thoughts severall bee in severall places dwell At last came two which were in various dresse One Melancholy th' other did Mirth expresse Melancholy was all in black Array And Mirth was all in Colours fresh and gay 〈◊〉 Mirth laughing came running unto me flung Her fat white Armes about my Neck she hung Imbrac'd and kis'd me oft and strok't my Cheek Telling me shee would no other Lover seek I le sing you Songs and please you every day Invent new Sports to passe the time away I le keep your Heart and guard it from that Theefe Dull Melancholy Care or sadder Griese And make your Eyes with Mirth to over-flow With springing blood your Cheekes they fat shall grow Your Legs shall nimble be your Body light And all your Spirits like to Birds in flight Mirth shall digest your Meat and make you strong Shall give you Health and your short daies prolong Refuse me not but take me to your Wife For I shall make you happy all your Life If you take Melancholy shee 'l make you leane Your Cheekes shall hollow grow your Jawes all seen Your Eyes shall buried be within your Head And look as Pale as if you were quite dead Shee 'l make you start at every noise you heare And Visions strange shall in your Eyes appeare Your Stomack cold and raw digesting nought Your Liver dry your Heart with sorrow fraught Your shriveled Skin and Cloudy Browes blood thick Your long lank sides and back to Belly stick Thus would it be if you to her were wed But better far it were that you were dead Her Voice is low and gives a hollow sound Shee hates the Light in darknesse onely found Or set with blinking 〈◊〉 or Tapers small Which various Shadowes make against a Wall She loves nought else but Noise which discords make As croaking Frogs which do dwell in the Lake The Ravens hoarse and so the Mandrakes groane And shreeking Owles which in Night flye alone The Tolling Bell which for the dead rings out A Mill where rushing waters run about The roaring windes which shake the Cedars tall Plow up the Seas and beat the Rocks withall Shee loves to walk in the still Moon shine Night Where in a thick dark Grove she takes delight In hollow Caves Houses thatcht or lowly Cell Shee loves to live and there alone to dwell Her Eares are stopt with Thoughts her Eyes purblind For all shee heares or sees is in the 〈◊〉 But in her Mind luxuriously shee lives Imagination severall pleasures gives Then leave her to her selfe alone to dwell Let you and I in Mirth and pleasure swell And drink long lusty Draughts from 〈◊〉 Boule Untill our Braines on vaporous Waves do roule Le ts joy our selves in Amorous Delights There 's none so happy as the Carpet Knights Melancholy Melancholy with sad and sober Face Complexion pale but of a comely grace With modest Countenance soft speech thus spake May I so happy be your Love to take True I am dull yet by me you shall know More of your selfe so wiser you shall grow I 〈◊〉 the depth and bottome of Man-kind Open the Eye of Ignorance that 's blind I travell far and view the World about I walk with Reasons Staff to find Truth out I watchfull am all dangers for to shun And do prepare gainst Evils that may come I hange not on inconstant Fortunes wheele Nor yet with unresolving doubts do reele I shake not with the Terrours of vaine feares Nor is my Mind fill'd with unusefull Cares I do not spend my time like idle Mirth Which onely happy is just at her Birth Which seldome lives for to be old But if she doth can no affections hold For in short time shee troublesome will grow Though at the first shee makes a pretty shew But yet shee makes a noise and keepes a rout And with dislike most commonly goes out Mirth good for nothing is like Weeds do grow Such Plants cause madnesse Reason doth not know Her face with Laughter crumples on a heap Which plowes deep Furroughes making wrinckles great Her Eyes do water and her Skin turnes red Her mouth doth gape Teeth bare like one that 's dead Her sides do stretch as set upon the Last Her Stomack heaving up as if shee 'd cast Her Veines do swell Joynts seem to be unset Her Pores are open streaming out a sweat She fulsome is and gluts the Senses all Offers her selfe and comes before a Call Seekes Company out hates to be alone Vnsent-for Guests Affronts are throwne upon Her house is built upon the golden Sandes Yet no Foundation hath whereon it stands A Palace t is where comes a great Resort It makes a noise and gives a loud report Yet underneath the Roofe Disasters lye Beates downe the house and many kills thereby I dwell in Groves that gilt are with the Sun Sit on the Bankes by which cleare waters run In Summers hot downe in a Shade I lye My Musick is the buzzing of a Fly Which in the Sunny Beames do dance all day And harmlesly do passe their time away I walk in Meadowes where growes fresh green Grasse Or Feilds where Corne is high in which I passe Walk up the Hills where round I Prospects see Some Brushy Woods and some all Champions 〈◊〉 Returning back in the fresh Pasture go To heare the bleating Sheep and Cowes to lowe They gently feed no Evill think upon Have no designes to do another wrong In Winter Cold when nipping Frosts come on Then do I live in a small House alone The littlenesse doth make it warm being close No Wind nor Weather cold can there have force Although t is plaine yet cleanly t is within Like to a Soule that 's pure and cleare from Sin And there I dwell in quiet and still Peace Not fill'd with Cares for Fiches to increase I wish nor seek for valne and 〈◊〉 Pleasures No Riches are but what the Mind intreasures Thus am I solitary and live alone Yet better lov'd the more that J am knowne And though my Face b'ill favoured at first sight After Acquaintance it shall give delight For I am like a Shade who sits in me Shall not come wet nor yet Sun-burned be I keep off blustring Stormes from doing hurt When Mirth is often sinutch'd with dust and durt Refuse menot for J shall constant be Maintaine your Credit keep up Dignity A Dialogue betwixt
Matter IF all the World were a confused heape What was beyond for this World is not great We finde it Limit hath and Bound And like a Ball in compasse is made round And if that Matter with which the World 's made Be Infinite then more Worlds may be said Then Infinites of Worlds may we agree As well as Infinites of Matters bee A World made by foure Atomes SHarpe Atomes Fire subtle quicke and dry The Long like Shafts still into Aìre fly The Round to Water moist a hollow Forme The Figure square to heavy dull Earth turne The Atomes sharpe hard Mineralls do make The Atomes round soft Vegetables take In Animals none singly lye alone But the foure Atomes meet and joyne as one And thus foure Atomes the Substance is of all With their foure Figures make a worldly Ball. Thus the Fancy of my Atomes is that the foure Principall Figures as Sharpe Long Round Square make the foure Elements not that they are of severall matters but are all of * one matter onely their severall Figures do give them severall Proprieties so likewise do the mixt Figures give them mixt Proprieties their several composures do give them other Proprieties according to their Formes they put themselves into by their severall Motions This I do repeate that the ground of my Opinion may be understood Of Elements SOme hold foure perfect Elements there bee Which do surmount each other by degree And some Opinions thinke that One is all The rest from that and to that One shall fall This single Element it selfe to turne To severall qualities as Fire to burne So water moist that heate to quench and then To subtle Aire and so to Earth agen Like 〈◊〉 water which turnes with the Cold To Flakes of Snow or in firme Ice to hold But that Heate doth melt that Icy Chaine Then into water doth it turne againe So from the Earth a Vapour thicke ascends That Vapour thicke it selfe to thin Aire spends Or else it will condense it selfe to Raine And by its weight will fall to Earth againe And what is very thin so subtle growes As it turnes Fire and so a bright flame shewes And what is dull or heavy flow to move Of a cold quality it oft doth prove Thus by contracting and dilating parts Is all the skill of Natures working Arts. Fire compared to Stings NOthing is so like Fire as a Flies Sting If we compare th' effect which both do bring For when they sting the flesh they no blood draw But blisters raise the Skin made red the Flesh raw Were there as many Stings as Fiery Atomes small Would peirce into the Flesh Bones turne to Ashes all Thus we finde Flies do carry every where Fire in their Tailes their Breech they do not feare Comparing Flame to the Tide of the Sea LIke 〈◊〉 ' Iides a Flame will ebb and flow By sinking downe and then strait higher grow And if supprest all in a rage breakeout Streaming it selfe in severall parts about Some thinke the Salt doth make the Sea to move If so then Salt in Flame the like may prove From that Example Salt all Motions makes Then Life the chiefe of Motion from Salt takes What is Liquid WEE cannot call all Liquid which doth flow For then a Flame may turne to water so But that is Liquid which is moist and wet Fire that Propriety can never get Then 't is not Cold that puts the Fire out But 't is the Wet that makes it dye no doubt Fire and moisture IF Hay be not quite dry but stackt up wet In time that Moisture will a Fire beget This proves that Fire may from Moisture grow We proofe have none Moisture from Fire flow This shewes that Fire in its selfe is free No other Element in it can bee For Fire is pure still and keeps the same Where oyly Moisture's not no Fire can flame Aire begot of Heate and Moisture HEate and Moisture joyn'd with equall merit Get a Body thin ' of Aire or Spirit Which is a Sinoake or Steame begot from both If Mother Moisture rule 't is full of sloth If the Father Fire predominates Then it is active quicke and Elevates This Aiery Childe is sometimes good or bad According to the nourishment it had The Temper of the Earth THE Earth we finde is very cold and dry And must therefore have Fire and water night To wash and bath then dry her selfe without Else she would uselesse be without all doubt Winds are made in the Aire not in the Earth HOW can we thinke Winds come from Earth below When they from Skye do downe upon us blow If they proceeded from the Earth must run Strait up and upon Earth againe backe come They cannot freely blow least Earth were made Like to a Bowling-Greene so levell laid But there are Rocks and Hills and Mountaines great Which stop their waies and make them soone retreat Then sure it is the Sun drawes Vapour out And 〈◊〉 it thin then blow'th 't about If Heat condens'd that turnes it into Raine And by its weight falls to the Earth againe Thus Moisture and the Sun do cause the Winds And not the Cradities in hollow Mines Thunder is a Wind in the middle Region WHO knowes but Thunders are great Winds which lye Within the middle vault above the Skye Which Winde the Sun on Moisture cold begot When he is in his Region Cancer hot This * Childe is thin and subtle made by hear It gets a voice and makes a noise that 's great It 's Thinnesse makes it agile agile strong Which by its force doth drive the Clouds along And when the Clouds do meet they each do strike Flashing out Fire as do Flints the like Thus in the Summer Thunder 's caus'd by Wind Vapour drawne so high no way out can find But in the Winter when the Clouds are loose Then doth the Wind on Earth keep Rendezvous Of cold VVinds. AS rarified water makes Winds blow So rarified Winds do colder grow For if they thin are rarified then they Do further blow aud spread out every way So cold they are and sharpe as Needle points For by the thinnesse breaks and disunites Into such Atomes fall Sharpe Figures bee Which Porous Bodies peirce if we could see Yet some will thinke if Aire were parted so The Winds could not have such strong force to blow T is true if Atomes all were 〈◊〉 and Flat Or Round like Rings they could not peirce but pat But by themselves they do so sharpe become That through all Porous Bodies they do run But when the Winds are soft they intermixe As water doth and in one Body fixe More like they wave then blow as Fanns are spread Which Ladies use to coole their Cheeks when red As water Drops feele harder when they 〈◊〉 Then when they 're 〈◊〉 and on us light Unlesse such streames upon our heads downe runne As we a Shelter seeke the Wet to shun But when a Drop congealed is with
POEMS AND FANCIES WRITTEN By the Right HONOURABLE the Lady MARGARET Countess of NEWCASTLE LONDON Printed by T. R. for J. Martin and J. Allestrye at the Bell in Saint Pauls Church Yard 1653. THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY TO SIR CHARLES CAVENDISH MY Noble Brother-in-Law SIR I Do here dedicate this my VVork unto you not that I think my Book is worthy such a Patron but that such a Patron may gaine my Book a Respect and Esteeme in the VVorld by the favour of your Protection True it is Spinning with the Fingers is more proper to our Sexe then studying or writing Poetry which is the Spinning with the braine but I having no skill in the Art of the first and if I had I had no hopes of gaining so much as to make me a Garment to keep me from the cold made me delight in the latter since all braines work naturally and incessantly in some kinde or other which made me endeavour to Spin a Garment of Memory to lapp up my Name that it might grow to after Ages I cannot say the VVeb is strong fine or evenly Spun for it is a Course peice yet I had rather my Name should go meanly clad then dye with cold but if the Sute be trimmed with your Favour shee may make such a shew and appeare so lovely as to wed to a Vulgar Fame But certainely your Bounty hath been the Distaffe from whence Fate hath Spun the thread of this part of my Life which Life I wish may be drawne forth in your Service For your Noble minde is above petty Interest and such a Courage as you dare not onely look Misfortunes in the 〈◊〉 but grapple with them in the defence of your Freind and your kindnesse hath been such as you have neglected your selfe even in ordinary Accoutrements to maintaine the distressed which shewes you to have such an Affection as St. Paul expresses for his Brethren in Christ who could be accurst for the sakes And since your Charity is of that Length and Generosity of that Height that no Times nor Fortunes can cut shorter or pull downe lower I am very confident the sweetnesse of your 〈◊〉 which I have alwayes found in the delightfull conversation of your Company will never change but be so humble as to accept of this Booke which is the VVork of Your most Faithfull Servant M. N. TO ALL NOBLE AND WORTHY LADIES Noble Worthy Ladies COndemne not as a dishonour of your Sex for setting forth this Work for it is harmelesse and free from all dishonesty I will not say from Vanity for that is so naturall to our Sex as it were unnaturall not to be so Besides Poetry which is built upon Fancy Women may claime as a worke belonging most properly to themselves for I have observ'd that their Braines work usually in a Fantasticall motion 〈◊〉 in their severall and various 〈◊〉 in their many and singular choices of Cloaths and Ribbons and the like in their curious shadowing and mixing of Colours in their Wrought workes and divers sorts of 〈◊〉 they imploy their Needle and many Curious things they make as Flowers Boxes Baskets with Beads Shells Silke 〈◊〉 or any thing else besides all manner of Meats to 〈◊〉 and thus their Thoughts are imployed perpetually with Fancies For Fancy goeth not so much by Rule Method as by Choice and if I have chosen my 〈◊〉 with fresh colours and 〈◊〉 them in good shadows although the 〈◊〉 be not very true yet it will please the Eye so if my Writing please the Readers though not the Learned it will satisfie me for I had rather be praised in this by the most although not the best For all I desire is Fame and Fame is nothing but a great noise and noise lives most in a 〈◊〉 wherefore I wish my Book may set a worke every Tongue But I imagine I shall be censur'd by my owne Sex and Men will cast a smile of scorne upon my Book because they think thereby Women incroach too much upon their Prerogatives for they hold Books as their Crowne and the Sword as their Scepter by which they rule and governe And very like they will say to me as to the Lady that wrote the Romancy Work Lady work let writing Books alone For surely wiser Women nere wrote one But those that say so shall give me leave to wish that those of neerest Relation as Wives Sisters Daughters may imploy their time no worse then in honest Innocent and harmlesse Fancies which if they do Men shall have no cause to feare that when they go abroad in their absence they shall receive an 〈◊〉 by their loose Carriages Neither will Women be desirous to Gossip abroad when their Thoughts are well imployed at home But if they do throw scorne I shall intreat you as the Woman did in the Play of the Wife for a Month which caused many of the Effeminate Sex to help her to keep their Right and Priviledges making it their owne Case Therefore pray strengthen my Side in defending my Book for I know Womens Tougns are as sharp as two-edged Swords and wound as much when they are anger'd And in this Battell may your Wit be quick and your Speech ready and your Arguments so strong as to beat them out of the Feild of Dispute So shall I get Honour and Reputation by your Favours otherwise I may chance to be cast into the Fire But if I burn I desire to die your Martyr if I live to be Your humble Servant M. N. AN EPISTLE TO MISTRIS TOPPE SOME may think an Imperfection of wit may be a blemish to the Family from whence I sprung But Solomon sayes A wise man may get a Fool. Yet there are as few meer Fools as wise men for Vnderstanding runs in a levell course that is to know in generall as of the Effects but to know the Cause of any one thing of Natures workes Nature never gave us a Capacity thereto Shee hath given us Thoughts which run wildly about and if by chance they light on Truth they do not know it for a Truth But among it many Errours there are huge Mountaines of Follies and though I add to the Bulke of one of them yet I make not a Mountaine alone and am the more excusable because I have an Opinion which troubles me like a conscience that 〈◊〉 a part of Honour to aspire towards a Fame For it cannot be an Effeminacy to seek or run after Glory to love Perfection to desire Praise and though I want Merit to make me worthy of it yet I make some satisfaction in desiring it But had I broken the Chaines of Modesty or behav'd my selfe in dishonourable and loose carriage or had run the wayes of Vice as to Periure my self or 〈◊〉 my Freinds or denyed a Truth or had lov'd deceit Then I might have prov'd a Greife to the Family I came from and a dishonour to the Family I am link't to raised Blushes in their cheeks being mentioned or to
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
do flow out And faiths which never knew to make a doubt Thus offer'd all with gratefull Hearts in rankes Whereon was sprinckled the essence of thankes Brought was the fire of Love which burnt all 〈◊〉 Holy-water the penitentiall Tear The Priests which were the Cardinall Vertues foure Those Ceremonies executed o're In grave procession honour high 〈◊〉 raise And with their Anthems sweet did sing her praise Fame THen on her wings doth Fame those Actions bear Which flye about and carry'hem every where Sometime she overloaded is with all And then some downe into Oblivion fall But those that would to Fames high Temple go Must first great Honours Temple quite passe through The Temple of Fame THis Temple is divided in two parts Some open lye others obscure as hearts Some light as day others as darke as night By times obscurity worn out of sight The outward rooms all glorious to the eye In which Fames image placed is on high Where all the windows are Triangulars cut VVhere from one face a million of faces put And builded is in squares just like a Cube VVhich way to double hard is in dispute VVherein the Ecchoes do like balls rebound From every corner making a great sound The walls are hung with chapiters all of gold In Letters great all actions there are told The Temple doore is of prospective Glasse Through which a small beame of our eye can passe That makes truth there so difficult to know As for the bright Moone a new world to show The Steeple or Pillars of Goose-quils built And plastered over with white paper guilt The painting thereof with Inke black as jet In severall workes and figures like a Net This Steeple high is and not very light As a faire Evening is 'twixt day and night Five Tongues the five Bells through the world do ring And to each severall eare much newes doe bring The Philosophers Tongue doth give a deep sound But the Historians is no better found The Oratours Tongue doth make a great noyse Grammarians sound harsh as if it had flawes The small Bell a Poets tongue changes oft Whose motion is quick smooth even and soft The ropes they hung by we could not well see For they were long small threads of Vain-glory. But yet when they did ring made a sweet chime Especially when the Poet he did rhime The Belfrey man a Printer by his skill That if he pleases may ring when he will When Priest to Mattens or to Vespers goe To the High Altar they bow downe low This Altar whereon they offer unto Fame Is made of braines armes and hearts without blame On which lyes Wisdome Wit Strength Courage Love Offer'd as sacrifices to Fame above Vertues Arts Sciences as Priest here stands But Fortune Prioresse all these commands Incense of noble deeds to Fame she sends Nothing is offer'd but what she recommends For Fortune brings more into Fames high Court Then all their vertues with their great 〈◊〉 Fames Library within the Temples FAmes Library where old Records are plac'd What acts not here unto oblivion cast There stands the skelves of Time where books do lye Which books are tyed by chaines Of destiny The Master of this place they Favour call Where Care the door-keeper doth lock up all Yet not so fast but Bribery in steals Partialities cousenage truths not reveals But Bribery through all the world takes place And offerings as a bribe in heaven findes grace Then let not men disdaine a bribe to take Since gods doe blessing give for a bribes sake The Fairy Queen THe Fairy Queens large Kingdome got by birth Is in the circled center of the Earth Where there are many springs and running streams Whose waves do glister by the Queens bright beams Which makes them murmure as they passe away Because by running round they cannot stay For they do evermore just like the Sun As constantly in their long race they run And as the Sun gives heat to make things spring So water moyslure gives to every thing Thus these two Elements give life to all Creating every thing on Earths round ball And all along this liquid source that flows Stand Mirtle trees and banks where flowers grows 'T is true there are no Birds to sing sweet notes But there are winds that whistle like birds throats Whose sounds and notes by variation oft Make better Musicke then the Spheares aloft Nor any beasts are there of cruell nature But a slow sost worm a gentle creature Who fears no hungry birds to pick them out Safely they graspe the tender twigs about There Mountains are of pure resined gold And Rocks of Diamonds perfect to behold Whose brightnesse is a Sun to all about Which glory makes Apollo's beams keep out Quarries of Rubles Saphirs there are store Christals and 〈◊〉 many more There polisht pillars naturally appeare VVhere twining vines are clustred all the yeare The Axle-tree whereon the Earth turnes round Is one great 〈◊〉 by opinion found And the two ends which called are the Poles Are pointed Diamonds the Antartick holds And Artick which about the world is rowl'd Are rings of pure refined perfect gold Which makes the Sun so seldome there appear For fear those rings should melt if he came near And as a wheele the Elements are found In even Layes and often turnings round For first the sire in circle as the spoake And then the water for aire is the smoak Begot of both for fire doth water boyle That causes clouds or smoak which is the oyle This smoaky childe sometimes is good then bad According to the nourishment it had The outward 〈◊〉 as the Earth suppose Which is the surface where all plenty flows Yet the Earth is not the cause of turning But the siery spoak not fear of burning The Axle-tree for that grows hard with heat And by its quicknesse turns the wheel though great Unlesse by outward weight it selfe presse down Raising the bottome bowing down the Crown Yet why this while am I so long of proving But to shew how this Earth still is moving And the heavens as wheels do turn likewise As we do daily see before our eyes To make the Proverb good in its due turn That all the world on wheels doth yeerly run And by the turn such blasts of wind doe blow As we may think like Windmils they do go But winds are made by Vulcans bellows sure Which makes the Earth such Collicks to endure For he a Smith set at the sorge below Ordained is the Center-fire to blow But Venus laughs to thinke what horns he wears Though on his shoulders halfe the Earth he bears Nature her mettal makes him hammer out All that she sends through Mines the world about For he 's th' old-man that doth i' th Center dwell She Proserpine that 's thought the Queen of hell Yet Venus is a Tinkers wife we see Not a goddesse as she was thought to be When all the world to her did offerings bring And her high praise
The Market-place the Mouth when full begun Is Market day when empty Markets done The City Conduit where the water flowes Is through two spouts the nostrils of the Nose But when those watry spouls close stopt are not Then we say strait a Cold or Pose have got The Gates are the two Eares when deaf they are It is when they those City Gates doe bar This City 's govern'd as most Cities be By Aldermen and so by Mayoralty And Oberon King dwels never any where But in a Royall Head whose Court is there Which is the kernell of the Braine if seen We there might view him and his beauteous Queen Sure that's their Court and there they sit in state And Noble Lords and Ladies on them wait The Fairies in the Braine may be the causes of many thoughts VVHen we have pious thoughts and thinke of heaven Yet goe about not ask to be forgiven Perchance their preaching or a Chapter saying Or on their knees devoutly they are praying When we are sad and know no reason why Perchance it is because some there doe dye And some place in the Head is hung with blacke Which makes us dull yet know not what we lack Our fancies which in verse or prose we put Are Pictures which they draw or 〈◊〉 cut And when those fancies are both fine and thin Then they ingraven are in seale or ring When we have crosse opinions in the minde They in the Schooles disputing we shall finde When we of childish toyes doe thinke upon A Fayre may be whereto those people throng And in those stalles may all such knacks be sold As Bels and Rattles or bracelets of Gold Or Pins Pipes Whistles are to be bought there And thus within the Head may be a Fayre When that our braine with amorous thoughts doth run Are marrying there a Bride with her Bride-groom And when our thoughts are merry humours gay Then they are dancing on their Wedding day Of the Animal Spirits THose Spirits which we Animal doe call May Men and Women be and Creatures small And in the body Kingdoms may divide As Nerves Muscles Veines and Arteries wide The head and heart East and West Indies be Which through the veines may traffick as the sea In feavers great by shipwrack many dyes For when the bloud is hot and vapours rise On boyling pulse as waves they tosse if hit Against hard rock of great obstructions split Head the East Indies where spicy Fancie growes From Oranges and Lemons sharp Satyr flowes The Heart the West where heat the bloud refines Which bloud is gold and silver heart the mines Those from the head in ships their Spice they fetch And from the heart the gold and silver rich The War of those Spirits SOmetimes these Animal Creatures they doe jarre And then those Kingdomes all are up in war And when they fight we Cramps Convulsions feele 〈◊〉 in our 〈◊〉 and Chilblaines in our heele Peace WHen there is peace and all do well agree Then is Commerce in every Kingdome free And through the Nerves they travell without feare There are no Theeves to rob them of their ware Their wares are severall touches which they bring Unto the Senses they buy every thing But to the Muscles they doe much recourse For in those Kingdomes trading hath great force Those Kingdomes joyne by two and two So they with 〈◊〉 doe passe and re-passe through The description of their world which is the Body THe Arteries are the Ocean deep and wide The Bloud the Sea which ebbs and flows in Tide The Nerves great continent they travell through Muscles are Cities which they traffick to Similizing the Body to many Countries THe Nerves are France and Italy and Spaine The Liver Britanny the Narrow Seas the veines The Spleen is Aethiopia which breeds in A People that are black and tawny skin The Stomach Aegypt the Chylus Nyle that flowes Quite through the Body by which it fruitfull growes The Heart and Head East and VVest Indies are The South and Northern Pole is either Eare. The Lungs are Rocks and Cavernes whence rise winds And Life which passes through great danger findes FINIS An Epistle to Souldiers GReat Heroicks you may justly laugh at me if I went about to censure instruct or advise in the valiant Art and Discipline of Warre But I doe but only take the name having no knowledge in the Art nor practise in the use for I never saw an Army together nor any Incounters in my life I have seen a Troop or a Regiment march on the High way by chance or so neither have I the courage to looke on the cruell assaults that Mankind as I have heard will make at each other but according to the constitution of my Sex I am as fearefull as a Hare for I shall start at the noyse of a Potgun and shut my eyes at the sight of a bloudy Sword and run away at the least Alarum Only My courage is I can heare asad relation but not without griefe and chilnesse of spirits but these Armies I mention were rais'd in my braine fought in my fancy and registred in my closet POEMS The Fort or Castle of Hope HOpe hearing Doubt an Army great did bring For to assault the Castle she was in For her defence her Castle she made strong Placing great Ordnance on the wall along Bulwarks she built at every corners end A Curtaine of twelve score was drawn between Two faces make a point from whence the Cannons play Two points do make a third to stop the enemi's way The wings were not too short nor curtains were too long The points were not too sharp but blunt to make them strong Round the Castle enemy 's out to keep A ditch was digg'd which was both wide and deep And bridges made to draw or let at length The gates had iron bars of wondrous strength Souldiers upon the Curtains-line did stand And every one a Musket in his hand When Hope had ordered all about her Fort Then she did call a councel to her Court I hear sayes Hope that Doubt a war will make And bring great force this Castle for to take Wherefore my friends provisions must be 〈◊〉 And first of all good store of victuals bought Hunger doth lose more Forts then force doth win Then must we with the stomach first begin The next is arms the body for to guard Those that unarm'd are are soon'st afear'd But to small use we make a ditch or wall If not men arm'd to keep this wall withall Shall we neglect the lives and strength of men More then a wall that may be broken in For Ammunitions that mighty power Engines of death which Armies Towns devoure Yet are they of no use unlesse mankind Hath strength skill will to use them as design'd The last for to advise what wayes are best For to defend our selves from being opprest Then Expectation being gray with age Advises Hope by no means to engage Too 〈◊〉 her Castle but let