the Highst obscure him selfe from sight While all that see do see but by his Light What neede wee seeke quaint words Phrases finâ— Sith by one Word all Truth is knowne alone Which Word made al things by his pow'r Diuine So all things by that VVord are only knowne Then they that learne this onelie World to know Know more then World or Witt it selfe can show All other Knowledge doth but vex the Sp'rite Though hir it makes much more intelligent In it alone is Knowledge with Delight Sith it the Witt doth cleere the Will content Then they that know this singleâ—simple Worde Do know much more then Knowledge can afforde No State so holie nor no Place so Sole Much more no Science but is full of Doubt Cares creeping fill each solitarie Hole And many more vexations swarme without And till wee leaue the World or wayward Will Wee beare with vs a VVorld of trouble still Then t is not shun'd by flight vnlesse wee could Flie from our selues our aduersaries chiefe For while our selues our selues haue fast in hold Wee hold our selues to Sinne and so to Griefe For they that griue not when they do transgresse Short pleasures feele not extreame wretchedneâ—se The lack of VVill in faith still fixt to bee Is the sole cause wee want our true repose For who so blinde as they that will not see And who more subâ—ect to hard ouâ—rthrowes Inâ—uitable Sorrowes still attend On none but on the wilfull past their end To shunne the Tempter wee must shut the Gaâ—â— Of our Intelligence against his Charmes Or lest he should our Will predominate Repulse him from our VVitt by force of Armes If yet he stands vpon him straight Discharge Truthes double * Cannon with a double Charge Then will he flie or if he stands hâ— falls For nothing can resist his Ordinance VVho makes the meekest Mindes his Generallâ— That yeelding fight and foile by sufferance O t is a wondrous Conquest when a Foe By ouercomming hath the ouerthro The longer wee forbeare him to withstand The weaker are wee when wee do resist And much the stronger is hee to commaâ—nâ— For Thoughts are actiue when they do persist Because Thoughts trauell with Delight in paine Till He bee borne and they conceaue againe Greate Troubles well are borne by beaâ—ing small As Milo bare a Calfe turn'd Bull at last They in the roughest Tempests needs must fall That are orethrowne with eury little Blast In Summe the Summe of all our earthlie ioy Is in our patient bearing all annoy Againe IF Hope and Patience did not hold the Hart From being squiz'd to nought with gripes of griefe It could not bee by Nature nor by Arte But Death would hold that Seate of Life in chiefe For in this Life Deathes do so multiplie Or Dolors at the best farre worse then Deathes That wee do liue no longer then wee die VVho lyuing die and breathing spend our breathes So that in patience only wee possesse The Soules we haue which haue the Liues we hold And Hope Sustaines the Soule in heauynesse So patient hope is fraile Lifes strongest Hold. If both those vertues then in one must ioyne To make our Soules and Bodies ioyne in one Els Death and Dolor will fraile Life purloyne VVho ioyne to vnioyne that Coniunction VVee must inuoke the Heaun's to giue vs Hope VVell arm'd with Patience fith wee liue thereby Secur'd in Dolors which to Death lie ope And makes vs liue when Death and Dolors die Then patient Hope the Soule of our Lifes Soule Arme thou my Soule thereby to gard hir life And Passions furie with thy pow'r controule So shall I striue in rest and rest in strife For no way looke I but my sights annoyd VVith Troopes of Sorrowes menacing my wrack And in my spacious Mynd no place is voyd For Campes of Cares that seeke my Soule to Sack For if I liue I can but liue in sinne And if I sin I ioy I can but grieue So when fin ends my griefs and Cares begin And cease not til I cease to sin or liue Yet what I would He knows that knowes my wil Which though peruerse is preâ—t his grace to serue Which Grace ingenders Hope on my Good wil And makes me patient sith I ill deserue Thus patient Hope by Grace got on my Will Doth make me wel to liue in spight of Ill. In vindicando criminosa est celeritâ—â— WHat gaine gets witlesse Courage but the losse Of Life or Limb Lands Contry Goods or fame Or to the Gallowes goes by weeping Crosse And desprate dies to his Soules death and shame Would any that had Courage Wit and Grace As point to part this life Mans life bereaue To make a crying Sin his Soule to chase And neuer till she dies the Chase to leaue None would that would be wise and valiant Then so we ought to liue as dying stil Sith of our death our life is ignorant Then who but Fiends would liue in Hel to kil Admit in priuate Quarrels fist to fist Thou hast slaine al that durst thy powr oppose Nay say that no man durst the same resist Sith like a God thou couldst of life dispose Were it hnmane much lesse were it diuÃne To glory but in bathing but in bloud Were it not sauage and too Leonyne For any that would faine be great and good O Then what Quarrell but the publike one Can make a wise and valiant man to fight What staine takes honest-reputation By taking wrong to make it selfe more right Can but the Lye one silly Sillable By Time made much more hainous then by Truth Make great men make their Humors sutable To Hoâ—â—leaches that haue by bloud their growth Or can the Loue but of an hateful Queane For such no better be though Queens they are Broche pretious bloud as if that were the meane To measure out sound Loue for such crackt Ware Can but an od Looke or a simple Smile Which may be taken wel as wel as ill Make men their Harts and Hands with bloud defile So bloud like water for but Looks to spil Then Men are Monsters Monsters al too good Is eu'ry name that is too monstrous For such as liue alone but to suck bloud Which al do hate that are magnanimous For all great Minds desire such things to do That are as good as great els scorne the same For Valor they l be prais'd and Vertue too Els Valor they esteem the price of Shame And no where can the same so wel be showne As with offensiue Armes in Contries right And with defensiue guard the ouerthrowne From the Oppressors mercilesse despight Els Fights vnciuil sauage and too bad For Beasts much more for Men whom Angels serue All Quarrels els are monstrous moody mad And mortal hate of God and man deserue Yet by such sucking bloud we see some swel Vnto that Greatnesse that they scarce can hold On Gore they ground great Howses where they dwel VVhich often sink in bloud as
our like we loue Which makes me loue in thine Eies still to prie Because I see in Thine how mine do mooue And mine do mooue as thine doe louingly Then looke in mine and thou shalt see thine Eyes Attest for thee what mine for me protest Then let thie tongue no longer subtilize But saie thou lou'st me as I loue thee best For if we see the Hart-Roote in the eyne Thy eies are false or It is truly mine 8 SOme say they wonder how so well I write Although my lines to no greate wonders stretch Sith Art my skill of Theft cannot indite Yet I endite with skill aboue my reache Loue learnes me Art which Art inspires my Muse For Grammer Logicke Retorick and the rest Musicke especially Loues arte doth vse For loue vntun'd in Tune is best exprest Loue most diuine makes men do miracles And most humane loue Woonders doth produce But Beauties loue in vertues Spectacles Makes men do woonders most miraculous Then they a woonder do not vnderstand That woonder sith an Angell guides my hand 9 VVHen first I learnd the A B C of loue I was vnapt to learne and sith a Crosse Crost my way to them I was loth to prooue That learning that might tend but to my losse The Vowels Looks that speld mute Consonants I hardly could distinguish what they were And sith the rest to them were Disonantes To make them ioyne with Vowels cost me deere The Mutes and Consonants being Deedes and Words Were harsh without sweet vowels sweetest Looks My youth was spent for age such skill affoords Ere them I knew with and without my bookes But Teares the Liquides still being in my Eyes I saw through them at last Loues misteries 10 THe Partes of all Loues speeche are eighty eight A fatall number but more fatall speeche And long it is ere we men learne the sleight But Women straite do learne and we men teache If eight to eighty eight be multiplide Loues language doth more Veâ—bes then Nownes embrace Then full of Aduerbes is the same beside Of Swearing Flattring Choosing Time and Place Why eighty eight Parts iust no more nor lesse This speeche is figuratiue A few for more For all the parts Speeche neuer can expresse Sith euer they increase in strength and Store Then if Time raise his armes aboue his bounds Loues speech will Towre til Error it confounds 11 FOâ—bidden Hopes ô why were yee forbid Since yee direct your aime at Blisse of Blisses Which is most euident yet most is hid Apparant on hir lips hid in hir kisses Can labour of the lips deserue such meede Or bodies trauell earne such recompence That with but scarce a view each sence doth seede And with a touch reuiues the buried sence Is Sence made capable of such high grace And yet forbid to hope the same to haue Is Heauen most conspicuous in her Face Yet must not Sense there hope it selfe to saue Ah what is this but sense to Sense to gliue To make it feele in death what t is to liue 12 FOrbidden hopes the comforts of my Care Yet Care that kils all comforts cheering me I am no more my selfe the whiles you are And yet much more then so the whiles you be If ye stay with me from my selfe I runne If you part from me past my selfe I fly Stay or part from me death I cannot shun VVith or without your helpe I needs must dy I needs must dy for life-inspiring you And dy if dy you do by whom I liue I do decay when I do yee renew I grieue with you but more without you grieue O then what choise remaines to wretched me But to be nought or not at all to Be. 13 FOrbidden-Hopes the Heauens of my Hell O ceasse your Heau'nly-Hellish Regiment My Hart the Hellish Heau'n wherein you dwell You rule at once with ioy and Dryryment Sith Contradictions ye do then maintaine And that they Reas'n resist that suche defend Then ô part not my single Hart in twayne To make it double for this double end The ioyes you yeeld are forg'd but by Conciete The griefes you giue haue euer reall byn Your pleasures are accomplisht by Deâ—â—ile Which with their ending endlesse Woes begin Sith endlesse Woes your ending pleasures giue Dy dy damn'd Hopes and let me die to liue 14 FOrbidden-Hopes why flutter yee in Aire Aboue the Compasse of your Spheare assign'd More Fitt how ere vnfitt were deepe dispaire Then Hopes forbidden to the mounting Minde Forbidden-Hopes why gaze yee on the Sunne Like Bastard Egletts that quite blinds your Eyes For Iustice Sonne such Hopes hath oft orerune And molt those Hopes forbidden in their rise Forbidden-Hopes whie do yee impe your Winges With Feathers culled from the Birdes of Loue Sith Doues are harmelesse withont Gall or Stings But both at once you make your Subiect proue Then ofrom whence haue such strange Hopes their being That see by blindnesse and are blinde by seeing 15 IF those translucent Lamps thine heau'nly eyes Shall stretche their beames of comfort to my passion I still will gaze on thy Cheekes Beauties Skyes With eyes of Wonder Loue and Adoration For if the Gods their Heau'ns haue made in Starrs Thine Eyes bright Starres containe right Deities VVho are the Presidents of Peace or warrs And either cause as either fall or rise Then may I with no Godlesse Nations take Those Starrs for Deities and them adore They hauing pow'r or Peace or Warre to make To make my peace sith warr hath made me poore For loues hott wars Lifes Store haue wasted quite Then grace the Foile thus soild to grace thy might 16 VVHen well I weigh thy Fassions and thy Forme Both being of Celestiall temp'rature Which no Change can endammage or deforme My loue becomes like Them as firme as pure Thy Soule vpon so sweet an Organ plaies As makes the Parts she plaies as sound as sweete Which sounds the heau'nly Setters and thy praise The Close wherof with groundlesse blisse doth meet This makes desire in me vnlike Desire Like Christall cold and cleare through heat and colde This makes me flame like Sol with heau'nly fire Which fructifies mine Earth as vertue would Then what I am at best I am of Thee Vertues best Instrument to fashion mee 17 THy nere too much priz'd Person deerest Deer The past most pretious sacred Temple is Wherein pure Chastity and Beauty cleere Espoused are to Loue and Louers blisse Thy mildnesse makes Pride poore and Meeknesse ritch Thy looks raise Hope yet staidly keep it downe Within the compasse of a modest pitch Wherein thy highest grace with grace is showne Thou art a Pearle which nothing can relent But Viniger made of Deuotions Teares If it be counterfet or euill bent For it thou hast nor Hart nor Eyes nor Eares But Hart and Eyes and Eares thou hast for myne Whose Hart and Eyes and Eares are ruld by Thine 18 TO touch on Sylla yet to scape the same And yet be drowned in the Hauens mouth Is
Grace to me is good Free from vnkind desires of Flesh and Bloud Inuentions Life Death and Funerall 102 Busie Inuention whie art thou so dull And yet still doing Are no Conceits ensconst within thy Scull To helpe my woing Canst not with Iudgments aide once â—ally out with Words of power My Ladies dreaded Forces to disrout and make way to her Or can'st thou vse no Stratagem of VVitt That may entrappe her To yeeld vnto Conditions faire as fitt els loue enwrappe her Fy fy thou lin'st my hedd-peece to no end Sith by thy Lyninge I cannot in Loues warres my Witt defend from foule declyning Doth Loue conâ—ound thee that thy Founder is Bewitcht Inuention Can she which can but make thee pregnant misse of hir inâ—ention The powers of Witt cannot defend thee then from Shames confusion But thou must die with shame and liue agen By Hopes infusion Hope hold my Hart and Head for they are sick Inuention dyeth Loue-sicke they are and neede an Emperick which Loue denieth Inuention now doth draw his latest breath for comfort crying Hee dies and yet in dying striues with Death To liue still dying Ring out his Knell for now he quite is dead Ding dong bell well ronge Sing out a Dirge for now hee 's buried Farewell Hee well songe This Epitath fix on his senslesse Head Here lies Inuention That stood his louing Master in no steade In Loues contention Yet for his Soule lest it should quite bee dam'd Some Dole bestow yee Giue my poore Witts which he hath â—owly sham'd what he doth owe me So Mortus et sepultus now he is Heau'n graunt his rising Bee not to vtter darknesse but to Blisse of highe Deuising 103 DIe dâ—e Forbidden Hopes ô die Foâ— while you liue in Death liue I Sith from Forbidden Hope Death first had life and scope Ambitious hope forbidden Then if thou liu'st needes die I must For Death doth liue in hope vniust Or at the least Dispaire Whereof Death is the Haire Then die or still liue hidden 104 NOw to this Sea of Cittie-Common-wealth Lymitâ—lesse London am I come obscu'rd Where twofold Plagues endanger may the health Of Soule and Bodie of the most securd The Bodies Plague's an Ill which God can do For is Ill in the Cirtie hee doth not But Synne the Plague which doth the Soule vndo He cannot do though how he well doth wott Then now my Soule stand stiffly on thy gâ—ard Sith many mortall Dangers thee surrouâ—d Lett Grace thy guide thy House still watch warde To keepe thy Habitation cleane as sound And if thou canst with Loâ—t liue chastlie here Angels will fetche thee hence when Plagues are neere Other Sonnets vpon other Subiects The Trinity illustrated by a three-square perspectiue Glasse 1 IF in a three-square Glasse as thick as cleare Be'ing but dark Earth though made Diaphanall Beauties diuine that rauish Sence appeare Making the Soule with ioy in Trance to fall What then my Soule shalt thou in Heau'n behold In that cleare Mirror of the TRINITY What ô It were not THAT could it be told For t is a glorious yet dark Mistery It is THAT which is furthest from description Whos 's beaming-beauty's more then infinite It's Glories Monument whose Superscription Is Here lies LIGHT alone indefinite Then ô Light limitlesse let me poore me Still liue obscure so I â—ay still see Thee 2 I Loue the life that Loue doth most mislike That is the life which is most like to Death On Lifes Haâ—r-strings when Death at last shall strike Soules Organs then do sound with sweetest breath The Discords of this Life annoy their Eares Where but Faithes Concords onely sweetly sound From Discords Dangers rise from Dangers Feares Which Three these Three the Soule Minde Body wound I would therefore liue dead to sâ—ch a life Within the Graue of most obscure estate So dead to liue as farre from State as Sâ—riâ—â— To check those Lusts that would giue Loue the Mate But ô this Faith fraile faith and Loue selfe-Loue Be dead sith they but liue for selfe-behoue 3 TIme faster then my Thought away doth hast Who thought not to haue lost It but for gaine But as that thought was present Time was past So left mee but to thinke that Thought was vaine While I am musing how my Time to spend Time spends It selfe and me but how I muse So still I muse while Time drawes on mine ende Thus Time doth me and I do it abuse I thinke and while I thinke I io'ly acte Yet Thought 's no idle action of the Minde So idle actions Time and mee haue wrackt Yet in these Ruines I my making finde For I am made by musing what I am That 's one that lynes the Ornaments of Fame 4 SIth Rest and Labour weares this Life away For Rest doth toile as Toile doth fatigate Sith Payne in Laboure stirres and rests in Play For Laboure paines That Rest doth satiate What maruell though the Hoast of Animalls Do groning longe to bee Life dispossest Sith their whole Pow'r by Natures forces falles Into the life of Laboure Death of Rest. Then how should Man but longe to leaue that Stage Where Paine doth plaie in Rest and Rest in Payne Sith Rest's his Home and Payne's his Pilgrimage Who cannot rest where hee cannot remayne It then remaines that wee this Life detest Sith it doth rest in Toile and toile in Rest 5 SIth glorious Princes like to Mirrours are As cleare as brittle how dare they contend Sith when they meete and light vpon the bare They may see their beginnings in their ende And sith base Vp-starts like to Bladders bee Puâ—t vp with winde which maks them stiffe as stout Mee thinkes each bound they should rise heauily Sith That which makes them mount may let It out Lastlie sith Men to Bubbles are compar'd Then which no Being's neerer kin to Nought Why from ill Thoughts do they their Wills not warde Sith they may bee extinguisht with a thought It is sith Bubbles do but weake appeare So in their VVeaknesse Men to Nought are neere 6 VVOrke on my Soule while Sleepes Soule takes hir rest And Sence held idle by hir heauy hand Acte in Dumbe-Showes which idle Spirits detest That Wit thy Wiâ—l thereby may vnderstand Let Fancy offer to Iâ—telligence The Shade of Shapes whose Substance thou dost loue So Sence shall sâ—e without the Seeing Sence When Reason is rest how thou dost moue Mount thee vppon thy Wings of Witt and Will Vnto the height of thy Wills true desires There worke thy pleasure bee it good or ill That wakeing Will may worke what Witt requires For t is VVitts worke in sleepe VVills worke to spy That wakfull VVitt may right what is awry 7 THe Match is double made where Man and Wife Of diuese Bodies make one perfect Minde Striuing to bee as farre from Hate as Strife In kindnesse constant of a diuerse kinde Hee gladd of hir Shee of his selfe more gladd Sith as hir better halfe shee Him
so it may vndo Eu'n so a VVord or Speech whil they abide But in the Thought It 's cald a Secret right But if put forth forthwith abrode it glydes For words haue wings as swift as Thought in flight A Ship vpon her wings the Sailes may be In roughest winds stayd by her Anchor hold When she would into wel-known dangers flee And so the same from vtter wrack withhould But speak a word and nought shal let it hie Oft to the wrack of him that let it fly 28 THen if we show what vnshown haue we would To any other we bewray thereby We ween thei l keep that closer then we could So shew our Secrets for more secresie But do the Geese that into Cicily Ouer the mountain Taurus fly by night Gag them with Stones for Gaggling as they fly Lest Eagles breeding there should stop their flight And shall men haue lesse Wit then witlesse Geese To make that known that Wit wold close conceal And put no Gag into their glib Mouth-peece But like tame Guls by gagling it reueale Then if my Tongue were of this twatling kinde It should more tast my meat then feel my mind 29 They that haue skil to keep and nourish Bees Do hold that Hiues wherein most noyse they make To be the best or with them best agrees Who to the same most honied Riches rake But they that haue the Charge of humane Swarmes Do hold them happiest when they quietst be And furthest off from vproares and Alarms As hauing honied Sufficiency Sufficiency the Nurse of Rest and Peace For excesse breeds excesse of Sin and Shame And Sin and Shame do wars and Woes increase VVhere Wasps make honed Ritches spoile their game Then in our treble Hiues of treble Realmes We want no peace because we want Extreames 30 THe Frosty Beard inclining al to white The Snowy Head or Head more white then Snow The Crow-foot neer the Eyes Browes Furrow'd quite With Trenches in the Cheeks Experience show These are the Emblems of Authority Which ioynd to those do much augment her might These are the Signes of Reasons Soueraignty And Hyâ—rogliphicks spelling Iudgement right These are the Trophies rear'd by Times left hand Vpon the spoile of Passion and her Powres We by these Symbols Wisedome vnderstand That vs directeth and protecteth ours All these in me begin to come in sight Yet can I hardly rule my selfe aright 31 ALl Dignities that sodainly begin And gloriously increase in hast post hast So orerunne Enuie that shee cannot synne Nor synne before for straight hir pow'r they past If Flax on fire bee put it makes no smoke Because it in a Moment falls to flame No more can Enuy Pompe to fume prouoke That on the soddaine blazeth on the same But Greatnesse gotten slowlie by degrees Lies most expos'd to Enuies crueltie Those Beames are faint and vs'd thereto shee sees Them at the brightest with a banefull Eye Then blessed They that are from State exempt That lies expos'd to Enuy and Contempt 32 THe more vnlike to God the worse the Man Things most like Gods vnlike are most vile things God Brightnesse is with Him it first began The Deuill is darkenesse and from him it springs Who 's bright or loueth brightnesse is like God Who 's darke or Darkenesse loues is like the Deuil Who then in Darked â—sse liues or makes abode Doth liue like Gods vnlike â—he Fount of Euill To liue or die alone it is all one Saâ— that of both extreames to die is best The Beasts most brute delight to liâ—e alone And whosoe liueth â—oe liues like a Beast I cannot think that Men such Beasts will bee For Men and Beasts lyue with their like we see 5. Sonnets in ppaise of Eminâ—acy or a publike Life 33 VVEalth of Heau'ns Heau'n and want of Hell of Hells Angells renowne and Mens euangeliz'd The Summ of all their All imparadiz'd Glorious Elier that it selfe excells Blacknesse Antipodes Fowlenesse Opposite Mindes ioye Ioyes blisse and Blisses blandishment Laudes Crowne Crownes pompe and Pompes best ornament Kynnet of Darknessr lightly turning it Deathes death Lifes life and life of Lifes liues Life Eyes eye Witts eye Soules eye Eye of all Eyes Fames pride Prides foile yet Foiles doth scandalize Gods glory Glories God and stay of strife This is obscure and yet t is extreame Light Manns Summum bonum and Gods Soules delight 34 TO Liue alone alone is not to liue To die alone alone is not to die For Death is Life to such a liuelesse one That liues alone and lothes all Company Who liues alone alone doth lyuing Die Who dies alone alone doth dying liue For Life gaue life for sweet Societie And Death for Life and Life for Death did giue Earth's not alone for Earthling creepe vpon it And Water 's not alone for Fish liue in it Ayre 's not alone for Sprights liue in not on it And Cricketts Liue with Fire as all haue seene it Since these are all from whence all Creatures spring Who Liues alone liues not like any Thinge â— THen least alone when I am most alone Quoth one that least loud most Mens Company But what was hee a Ruler such a one Oft liues alone to keepe Societie For Kings whose cares are how from cares to keepe Their Subiects liues in Lifes Communion Oft liue alone and wake when sound they sleepe That he with them may sleep when theirs is gon But priuate Men if they too priuate are Are most iniurious to mens publike good And who are such liue past all kind of Care So liu'd not Hee that for Men spent his bloud If hee Kind Lord had lou'd to liue alone Hee had not died and wee had liu'd vnknowne 36 MArtha and Mary two of his belou'd That was the Sonne of Mary mother Maide Chose diffrent liues by grace and Nature mou'd Contemplatiue and Actiue as it s said Mary the first the last did Martha choose The first preferred was before the last By Him for whome she did the last refuse Through whom she was therfore with glory grac't If glorified she were then not obscure And if with Him shee were then not alone Alone she was with Him vpon whose powre All Creatures rest yet still hee rests all one Bâ—t such a one as euery One attends Who liues alone then liues not like his Frends 37 I cannot say but Beauty is a Guist But to fewe giuen that haue other grace For it the Minde aboue it selfe doth lift Although the Minde and Body bee but base Beauty is bright then then t is light lightly And if too bright too light too oft it is Yet t is the Signe where Grace doth vse to lie But if thrust out the Inne is most amisse And most amisse to misse what most adornes And hath but meerely stained-painted Walls Which Vice doth honour much but Vertue scornes Sith It to Vice from grace and Vertue falls Then Beauty if thou bee not Graces Inne Grace suing to thee sueth but to Sinne. 38
YEt what a precious Pearle in Worlds account Pearle in the Worldes Eyes that doth blinde those Eyes Fraile Beautie is appeares by Beauties woont That Coulors now hir faults with Forgeries Did euer Sunne bright Eye of Heau'n yet see Complections in our Streets set Cried to sale Before these Times made them so vtter'd bee Which makes chast thoughâ—s good cheape as being stale If euer neuer was there such a Sunne Vnlesse the Deluge springing saw the same If then they coulord t was by it ore'runne To better it because it was too blame Those Waters varnisht it and made it cleane So wishe I varnisht euerie painted 39 BVt mad or desprate Muse what meanst thou thus To touch this Couloring with this hard Touch Sith that thou knowst some somwhat vertuous Do vse to Colour somwhat more then much Some good as great but neither great nor good For Greatnesse scornes hir goodnesse so to blot Do make their bloud dissemble with their bloud Which for a Colour seems what it is not Still worse worse ceasse ceasse foole-hardy Mue Thou art too biter so such Sweets to grieue Thinkst thou that those which thou dost so abuse Will euer grace thee much lesse thee relieue But ô did all as thou dost they should rest Rewards vnto themselues and please the best 40 LAte in a Lodging where I vs'd to lie A Picture pincht hung therein in my walk Which one way had a faire-Maides Phisnomy The other way an Apes which seemd to talk So that Face had two Faces in one Hood A faire Maides and an Apes which seem'd to me The Painter was not mad in mirry mood That vnder mirth hid graue morrahty For to my Thoughts that may with his agree He seem'd to touch our Apish painted Dames Who counterfet the Beauty which they see And make the Boords their faces to their shames But Wainscot Faces cannot blush a whit But when they lay on Red which feemeth It. 41 SWeet Beauty beare this bitterest abuse If thou abuse thy selfe why should not he Of whom thou hast in this Tract made good vse In gaudiest Colours by out-painting Thee Thou canst not hurt me more then by thy Looks Then thy good Looks I need not much to waigh My fight thy Back then Forepart better brooks Then when thou seest me turne some other way Vnto mine Eyes thou art a Cockatrice Who dost infuse through them into my Hart The vertue of thy powr which doth like Vice Wholy confound my single-double Part Then if thou wilt damnme for myne offence Look well on me to plague my Soule and Sence 42 SIth Good thou lou'st ô God Goods only Drift Why giu'st thou me a Mind which Ills depraue If Grace I cannot haue without thy guift Why plagu'st thou me for that I cannot haue Can my powr make thy Powr obedient be Myne being so fraile and Thine so infinite That maugre thine I might wrest Grace from Thee And with strong hand to rend from Thee thy Sprite O no! it cannot but it s in my powr To Sin and so to thrust thy Spirite from myne Then ô thou Fonnt of goodnesse on me powr What 's fâ—rre aboue my reache that Spirit of Thine If not I can but feare that can but fall So can despaire but cannot do withall 43 SOrrow the Salue and Sore of deadly Sin Sister of mercy Mother of Remorce Who by thy being lost dost Being win And through thy strengthes decay augmentst thy force Who while thou hurt'st thou healst together both So takst away thy Beeing with thy Beeing Who loath'st to loue because thou lou'st to loath That which doth giue thee sight or blinds thy seeing O thou sweet-Sowr-sowr sweet each way too true Sweeten that Sowr that sowrest death doth seek Make sweet sowr Sin by making Death hir due Dy sith I liue by Sin made truly meek For when-as Ill by Grace makes good our Mood Grace lets Ill Bee that so it may be good 44 TRue loue is Charity be gun to Be Which Is when Loue beginneth to be true But to the high'st growes louing-Charity When she the High'st alone doth loue to view O Charity that euermore dost flame In that dread Maiesties eternall Brest When by thy heate shal my Loue lose hir name And made to flame like Thee in restlesse rest Well featut'd Flesh too base a Subiect is For Sou'raign Loues diuine ay-blest imbrace The Loue of Flesh loues nought but flesh but this Loues nought that sauors of a thing so base Then be the Priest and as an Host I le dy Offerd to Heau'n in flames of Charity 45 SIth Truth it selfe cals this life sowr as vaine What is lesse sensible then Sence that deemes It Sweet sith so to sensual Sence it seems Which not a thought in one state doth remaine I see it such with Obseruations Eyes That ey the inside of all outward Showes Which cleerly showes Life ebs the more it flowes And when it longst hath lyued soonest dyes A King this Moment that Kings adorate The next a Corse Slaues loath to look vpon Then was he King but in opinion Which alters with the altring of his state O then sith Life is but a dreame of breath In this lifes Dream I le nought but dream of deth 46 THe Seas vnfit to saile on it too calme As it is when it is too turbulent Then the meane motion sets it so a walme As doth the Sailors Eare and Eye content So neither too calme nor too rough a Mind Giues Vertue VVay whose waies are in the Mean In Loue if Passion do not Reason bind Their Action to the Clouds commends the scean Hatred and Ire makes way and Le ts putback For Iustice and for Prowesse t' act their Parts Courage is cold and Iustice is but flack If Ire and Hatred did not stir their Harts Then sith Loues passâ—â—â— may with Reason hold Good reason we should loue as Reason would 47 IF Nature cannot make Desire to cease In Compasse of the Meane let Grace thy Guest Giue head where Excesse is the meane to peace And the Extreame the midst of endlesse rest For Grace hath Passion giu'n for Natures aide VVhile they in Vertues Compasse walke the Round And moue to Goodnesse when themselues are staid But otherwise they do their Stay confound For as excesse of Vertue is but Vice And too much of the best becomes the worst So extream Passion doth much preiudice And make them who haue most the most accurst Then if thou would â— be passionate and blest Passion must stir thee but in peace to rest 48 TO draw such Lines as will not hold the straine If they be stretcht vpon the Rack of Wit Is labour no lesse vilifide then vaine And for Times grac'd by finding fault vnfit But such to twist vpon the Wheele of Thought As may hold stretching though all Racks them straine Do grace their VVorker sith they are well wrought And â—â—â—wne of matter that drawes out the Braine Such Lines will reach if
all do couet only but to seemeâ— Illseemeth good and sorrow seemeth Blisse And Men but by their show do men esteem Where the whole frame of Natur 's out of frame And at the point to be disâ—olued quite Where VVit and Learning are both blind and lame Yet scorne through pride a Guide to leade them right VVhere no man hath an Eare to heare sith Eares Are now turnd all to Tongues or Teeth to gnaw If one haue Eares none but himselfe he heares As bound â—hereto by self-loues lawlesse law Where Loue and Lordship can no Riualls beare That yet should beare with all that Grace doth brooke Where euery thinge amisse is euery where And nought found good vnlesse it be in looke Where vertue is despised though bright she bee Yf she be bare Yet Venus bare is lou'd Where nought hath tast els that is bare to see Yea Truth it self if bare is not approud Where all and some make but the sum of al Vainst Vanities for so at best they be VVhere each one riseth by anothers fal Yet mounts in vaine for quickly fal must he So on this Sorrowes Sea this VVorld of VVoc Al falls to Earth that riseth from the same And so all Earthly Things do ebb and flo And ebb in nature as they slow in name Then ô haue I not reason to desiâ—e My Natures dissolution sith it is VVith these â—lls conuerâ—ant which do conspire To make it like them more then most amisse Then Death the end of Il vnto the good Enshore my Soule neer drownd in flesh and bloud Quotidie est deterior posterior dies HOw many piercing Pens haue launct the Vaines Of this vaine World to let her humors out How many Satyres beate their tried Btaines How from this Ioyntâ—sick Age to bite the Gowt And yet like those anoyd with that disease These Times haue rather rest then helpe thereby For they displease them that do them displease So rest renengd but toild in malady And oft those Surgeans are as humorous As are the Aches which they seek to heale Who hauing Teeth as sharp as mumerous Through others bite themselues which seld they feele Because themselues are senselesse of their Ills Which this obseruing World perceiuing well Measures their Medicines by their wicked Wills So loths their Corsiues and themselues doth quell But he that looks with wellâ—discerning Eyes Into the worlds ineuitable woes Shal see it sick of mortal maladies And wil as from the plague flie far from those I see them well though wel I cannot see Sith I am Hoodâ—winckt still with darke desires And I confesse the World 's the worse for me Though to the best my Spirit at worst aspires Faine woâ—ld I leaue this fardle of my Flesh In Fastings Charge the lighter so to flye From these stillâ—following plagues which are most fresh When we are weariest of their company But â—o the World still rounds me in the eare With Wind that sweetly in that Organ sounds Which me alures to loue mirth ioye and Cheare So downe it beates my wil when it rebounds Thus the Worlds heauy and vnholy hand My Sprit suppreâ—â—eth that would faine aspire And with my Flesh conspires it to withstand With whom the Dâ—uel ioynes in that desire Thus do I rest in that Church militant Which still withâ—stands these three stil fighting Fâ—â—s Stil warring with them til that strength I want To gard with grace their most vngratious Blowes Then through my weaknesse am I forcd to yeeld VVho then like Tyrants triumph in my spoile And wrack my Hopes best haruest in the Field VVhich they haue got so feareful make my foile And thus twixt good and euil Sin and grace I stil do striuing run a tedious Racel Enuy is blind and can do nothing but dispraise Vertue THe best conceit that euer Braine did breede Though better borne then bred or first conceau'd May in good birth yet haue such euil speed That scarse the spirit of life may be perceaud For Emulation hath no patience No more then Ignorance to stand vpon The narrow search of strict intelligence But dooms it dead sith it liues so alone That liues alone that singularly liues VVhich is the life of Singularity To liue that life stil Emulation striues Or to obserue his skill that liues thereby Enuy seemes poisned with anothers praise Which as those praises swell swells more and more Who worne to nought hir selfe yet only waighes And weighes no others woorths vulesse tooâ—poore But that shee seeketh to enrich alone Not of Deuotion but of damd desire To make the greater woorth the lesser knowne For shee doth most ecclipse what is most cleir Whie toile weâ—then or lose our golden Sleepes To gaine with golden Time more glorious praise Sith basest Enuy highest Honor keepes By whose dispight hir glorie oft decayes It is because the longer after Death Our Fames do flee the longer breathe they shall For Enuies winde doth vanish with our breath And when our harts breake broken is hir Gall Then this doth comfort all that merit fame Vertue liues when Enuy dies with shame Vincit qui patiâ—â—â— TO seeke for ease where wee are borne to toile Is but to rest in toile and toile in rest To toile for ease where Slouth may worke our spoile Is but by ease to bee cafe dispoâ—â—est They fish and catch a Frogg which so do fishe That â—aue the Soules repose catch all they wishe It s better farre to giue our Soules to rest In Patience then in Pleasures sith they doo Sweetly like rubbings of an Ytch molest â—ut Patience gladds vs while Paines us vndoo Then giue mee Patience and let Pleasure go As that which workes in sport our ouerthro That comfort I detest that takes from mee Vncessant sorrow for vncessant sinne Nor loue I that sharpe sight that all doth see Saue onely That which is my selfe withinâ— That Knowledge is as coorse as counterfett That makes Men vtterlie them selues forget Giue mee an Hell of paine so I may haue The Heauen which a Conscience sound dâ—th giues Sith hee is but vncessaunt Sorrowes Slaue That sick in Soule in pleaâ—ures Heau'n doth liue If Patience Hiue the Soule in Sorrowes Swarâ—es She Heau'n enioyeth in an Hell of Harmes Who rightlie knowes him selfe him selfe contemns And though men clappe their hands in his applause Yet hee their praises with him selfe condempnes By euidence of Conscience hir Lawes The cause why others flatter vs with ease Is wee our selues our selues too wel do please How much the more our knowledge al surâ—ountâ— So much the lower we in in Hel shal fal If when we come to make our last accounts Our vertue be not found much more then al And simply better t' were from Sinne to flee Then cunningly Define what Sinne should bee With brightest Knowledge to liue most obscure Is to find Hea'n which in that Light doth lie Yet like the Sunne through thick Clouds couertâ—re To light the World that Men may walke thereby So doth
Nothing 's like to This And as we cannot bathe twice in one Brooke Sith still it runnes the same and not the sameâ— So twice on our Estats wee cannot looke And see it One so soone it alters Frame Wee are aud are not straite like Light'nings Flame ' At once wee go and come ye go ere come VVhich is the Summe of all of all and Some And if wee liue long Lifs extremitie VVee die as many Deathes as Ages liue The Life of Youth is Death of Infanâ—le The Death of Youth doth Life to Manhood giue So of the rest Death rests in Lifes Depriue To Day dies Yesterday to Morrow shall This Day bee dead and Nightâ—s their funerall VVee change each Day as Dayes do rise and fall And what is chang'd continues not the same If not the same the same Is not at all For Change transsormes the Nature and the Name Our Passions are as sickle as too blame Now This then That then next to This and That Still changing well I wott t' I wott not what Thus is our Sence deceaud mistaking that Which but appeares for that which 〈◊〉 in deede And so our Sence our Sence doth Captiuate To mis-conceit Corrupting Fancies Creede VVhich taks Not-beeing in ttue Beeings steede For that is truly-false what ere it is That is but true in Show and so is This. To BEE in deede aeternall is to Bee To Bee aeternall is to Bee alone To Bee alone excluds the Pronowne VVee Yet VVee do stand by that Trin-Vnion Though wee therewith hold no Comparison And yet wee looke most like that Triniâ—y In Vndeâ—standing VVill and Memorie Tim 's like a Leaking Vessell which contames Both Generations and Corruptions The Fates like Danaus daughters take the paines To fill the same as oft as out it runnes From whencè do flow Times daughters Slaues and Sonnes And these are Tearmes that to Times Turnes agree Before and After Hath byn and shall Bee Which show that no Time but Aeternitie Hath Beeing for wee cannot say that Is Which yet is not and Now doth cease to Bee Or if wee say Time Is Time shrinks at This Which cannot stand to proue that Terme for His For NOW the Notion which Denoteth Time Is Past while Present and is Last while Prime Then if Time Bee it is Past or Future The Past Is not the Future Beeing wants Because it is to come and most vnsure For Time still houers where no Beeing haunts Sith Time and Beeing still are Diserepants Then That as erst was said Eternall is Which Is in Deede and only ONE is This Of whome it cannot properly be sayd Hee Hath Byn or Shall Bee These Turnes of Time Can neuer stand with That that 's euer staid Yet farre aboue Times highest Turnes doth climbe And is the First aud Last and lasts in Prime Who by this NOW spreads his Aeternitie Vnto the boundlesse Bounds of Deitie For hee is ONE and One Is and no more For as what â—s ought to bee onely ONE So onely ONE ought to Bee euermore Which Is still Is Is only and alone The Cause of All And caused is of None To Him alone that Is and only Is Bee only Praise sith Praise is only His Non est mortale quod optâ— Respice finem _â—Hen as I heare Times sober Tongue the Clock Call on me eu'rie howâ—e to minde nune end It strikes ny hart with feare at eu'rie stroke Because so ill Time Life and Breath I spend Then straight resolue I to bestow them all Vpon that Lord of all that gaue them nice When lo the World vpon mee straight doth call And bids me look to it lest poore I be Twixt these two Calls I patted am intwaine The first my Spirit the last my Flesh attends So twixt them two my pleasure is but paine For each the other euermore offends Sin tenders me al Ioyes that rauish Sence And Sense doth pine if from Them It be held Grace offers Ioyes of much more excellence And faine my spirit would with Them befild But in fraile Flesh Sense such a Caesar is That It Commands it to withstand the Sprit While it doth feed the Flesh with Earthly Blisse And so my Sprite is vext with that delight Thus while I am distracted in desire Time in his Language after some Howrs pawse Tels me he flies and bids me to retire Before Confusion catch me in his iawes O Time that thus endeerst me to thy loue I constantly adore thy sicklnesse That neuer mou'st but dost my Sences moue To mind thy flight and this lifes trickelnesse O that I could make thee Aeternity And honor thee for this vvith state diuine That with the God of Glory thou and I Might like the Sun and Moone for euershine Teach me ô learned long-experienc'd Time To glorifie thee with some heaunly Art Whose humble Muse would to thy Temples climb To Lawrel-Crowne them ere from Thee I part O let me be the Triton of thy praise Teach me to Trumpet foorth thyne Excellence Let me though most vnworthy grace thy Dayes Wiâ—h all that may delight Intelligence Let me by thee deer Time be brought to Death Ere I abuse thee in the least degrees For he wins Blisse that doth but lose his Breath To be still found from Times Abuses free Then now ô now sith novv my Daies decline Let me this Moment enter in the Way Of Vâ—rtue Grace and holy Discipline And being in thence let me neuer stâ—aie Proâ—â—â—stination doth but Plagues protract Due to protraction of Conuersion Then Time with Plagues my way ward Will Coact To turne to Gracé ere my subuersion Let it sufflce that I haue thee abusd Since I was borne in Wrongs not to be borne Then be thou by me hence foorth rightly vsd Or let me by Thee die or liue forlorne For I am wery now of wronging Thee Then let me flee from Vice as thou dost Flee A blind man cannot see the default of his Eyes WEll what of this this restlesse toile for State What is the end of that which Care begins And without Worlds of Guifts gets Worlds of Hate Is this the All Pride at All casting wins Must Truths Disciples Graces Officers Sacred Apostles Saints by calling striue For Headship by vnciuill-ciuil Wars Though they beleeue they meanly ought to liue Nay but for this if those resplendant Spirits That do surround the highst Celestiall Throne Aduance themselues aboue their place and Merits For which they worthily were ouerthrowne Then Iudgement where dost thou enthrone thy State That should be in the Kingdome of the Braine Dost thou that Seate sith Pride vsurpes it hate And only in the Humble dost thou raigne Then where are they true Iudgement tel me where If neither with the Angels Saints nor Men They may be found as it doth well appeare Where shall we seek for these so humble then Or is the totall Summe of All but One Who was made truly humble for vs all And dost thou rest in him meek Lamb alone Leuing
These are the damnd discourses of these Diuells Thus their blasphemous Tongues â—erlde the Truth Whose greatest gooddesse is in greatest Euills And growing Greate through Mischiefe haue their growth Great Witt should haue great Grace the same to guide Or Witts owne greatnesse will it selfe oppresse Or make it runne to rage it selfe beside And sinck the Owner in the deep'st distresse If Witt and Wealth concurre to Hell they runne If Grace in mightie measure stay them not Who are vndone if they be not vndone Before they do receiue their later Lott For Frolick Fate is most vnfortunate If sanctified Discretion hold not in Vnruly Nature then in sober gate For from Aboundance springs aboundant Sinne. In Wealthes excesse to be most continent Is most miraculous and seldome seene For Appetite is then most violent And Passion with high-hand growes Reasons Queene Then Pleasur 's Actiue and most Passiue Sense Madd-Mirhes rude-hand the Soule a sunder teares Which is distracted by Ioyes violence Aswell as by Griefes Gripes or sodaine Feares If hee that doth the happiest State possesse Looke well within him and without him too Hee lightly shall see cause of heauynesse Seeing All to threaten him quite to vndoo But hardly shall hee sinde a cause of myrth Though hee sought all the World the same to finde Sith Sorrow only is our â—ight of Birth With Laboure of our Body Soule and Mind O Myrth strong Strumpett Whore to Worldly-Weale O Laughter Light Thing Baude to both those Beasts Why do you not your Luxury conceale But that bewray which Modestie detests It is because yee are madd as are those That willinglie still rest at your dispose Omnium rerum vicissitudo est Terence AS I me sate vpon a Riuer side And markt the Water how it past away And how that past with like was straight supplide That still is past and still held at a stay Mee thought tâ—was like this Sea of Sorrowes Tide Wherein the Race of Man-kinde runneth so For downe the Streame of Days to Death we glide And still Some come as fast as Others go And as the Streame with many Reaches runnes So runnes our Course with many way-ward Reaches This Ill it runnes to and that Good it shunnes And to ruune out of Course makes many Breaches Then with my selfe I thus discourst at last I with the rest am running downe this Streame Here now there then then presently am past Like Streames swift Course if not much more extreame For ah I cannot think how swift I flee But I flee swifter then that Thought to Death For Times least Partes then Thoughts much breefer bee Which Thought with thought my 〈◊〉 me shorteneth I am orewheldm'd in Thoughts as deepe as Hell And high as Heau'n when thus my state I waigh And twixt those Thoughts I as intraunc't do dwell While Time drawes mee to Death the neerest way For Thought breedes Melancholie which doth breede The Enemies of Health and they do sow In Fleshes Earth our Dissolutions Seede That vs dissolues when it begins to grow If from my selfe I do my selfe diuide The longer so to keepe my selfe intire And giue my Sense delight my Thoughts to guide To Mirth abroade for health they straite reâ—ire And sooner can long married Men forgett They married are then I forgett the Thought To which I owe my selfe as duest Debt Since I was matcht to Ill and knew it Nought For if I lett my easi-moouing Minde With lightest shock turne from his weightie Point It rests no where but in this Point by Kinde So Lightest Purposes doth disappoint The Elements though still at Warre in mee Do yet in firme accord mine ende conspire For It they hasten sith they disagree Which well agrees to make mâ— vnintire Then ô why should I add sadd care to Care When one 's of pow'r the Pow'res of Life to foile Why should I care to spend and care to spare To spare a Life which sparing doth but spoile Why should I care to liue sith die I should If I would liue quite free from Thought and Care For Thought 's the Deede by which this life we hold Which yet determines Life ere Thought beware Suppose with cark past Care I could obtaine A golden Crowne but better t'wrere of Baies And with Hell-paines a tripple One attaine What gott I but more Care to ende my Days And were Time staid and Life most stedfast too Such endlesse Kings had gott but endlesse Cares And so the longer Life the more adoo The more adoo the Dooer worser fares While thus my Thoughts are temp'ring lo with Time Time hath stoll'n on mee to steale mee away Awaie with Time I go hark hark the Chime Saith Musicks charming Notes Time cannot stay And if not Musick no Mirth vnder Sunne Hath pow'r to stay Him but Mirth Pas-time is By It the sooner Time away doth runne Then Life is wretched both in Bale and Blisse If it be wretched lothsome is it then If so then so wee are to loue it so Men-Beasts wee bee that reason want of Men To Loue our Prison perill paine and wo. Thus while with healthfulbreath I breathe out This I can contempne this Life and those condemne That are in Loue with it as with their blisse But were Death neere I might be one of Them Yet let me not my dying Heart bely Which dyeth as it liues in thought of Death It nought but Hean'n desires more then to dy And yeeld to endlest rest my weary breath Weery I well may tearme it that still toiles To keepe a toilesome Life from endlesse rest So wrongeth Life the more the more it moiles Which is at worst when it is at the best O Breath fraile Breath base-Daughter of the Aire Flie to thy Mother me no longer griue Nor would I dy because I do dispaire But dy because I hope in rest â—o liue Here is but Toile and thou holdst mee to It Which I abide sith Thou abidst in mee So but losse wynn I by thy benefitt The losse of Rest that restlesse am through thee Yet till thy Giuer take thee make no hast For I was borne to toile for rest at last Difficilia quaeâ—pulchra THE Coaeternall 〈…〉 WORD Selfâ— WISDOMS wisedâ— me Image of the HIGHST Sole KING of Kings of Lordes the onely LORD And heaunly HEAD of CHRISTIANS â—ESVS CHRIST In compleate Time tooke FLESH by MIRACLE Of a pure VIRGIN through HIS Work that was The Prompter of each sacred ORACLE That did fore-show how THIS should come to passe VVith his vnualued Wonder working BLOVD To manumisâ—vile Man a Slaue to Sin Was borne in Beth'lem without 〈◊〉 And without all that State doth gloâ—y in His THRONE a Manger and a Crach his Cradle His ROBES course Ragges poore Reliques of meane Lynnen His WAITERS Beasts his COVRT 〈◊〉 Stable That worse no Begget euer borne had been in Where yet foorth-with by Angels glorifiyng Sheepherds agnition worship of the WISE The guiding STARRE Old Symeons Prophecying And Doctors wondring ALL HIM GREAT
are dâ—câ—aud For Follies Flawes make light Witt so aspire Then cease to write Then is Desire displeasâ—d Better Displease Desire then Witt disgrace Disgrace on VVitt hath at this Instant seisd VVherefore for halting Then VVitt post apace Vnto the Point now now thy quicknesse show For Fowrteene Lines thy Lymitts are and They Are at a Point VVhat if they bee I know The more 's my meede if now I VVitt bewray The last Line next ensues your praise VVitt's behind For may all raise your Price except Men beeing rude of kind MARY PEMBROK Written to the right Honorable and most iuditious Lord William Earle of Pembrooke that now is LOoke Lord with those sharpe Eyes of thine with which though larâ—ly open In seeing thou see'st the least ore sighâ—s old new or done or spoken Looke on this Seale of simple Zeale which though but courslie Carâ—d Containes the Impresse of thy praise thy vertues haue deseru'd Truthes HaÌ„ds VVealâ—hs Armes VVits Eyes Artes Tong wisedoÌ„s listning Eareâ— Preuent Times Course yonge yeares conceiuing bring forth many yeares Faire featurd soule I well-shapen Spright in which subsisting bee Grace Goodnesse Glory Three in one and One including Three Grace goodnesse giues to Glory guides such Guiâ—â— such Guide such Glory God gaue you haue yet hauing hold vnsure to shunne Vaine-glorie So so sweete Lord so should it bee so was true Sapience Sourse More wise then all most wise in this knew Things had but their Course Who goes to Glory Gloriâ— shunes so shunes so goes that yet Vaine-glorie shund true glorie gaind may him in glorie sett Reade Note Search Trie Know Show Muse Mount aspird againe descend The lower Soules sinck in themselues the higher they ascend Tell mounting Witts thats too too light that Wisedome makes not weightie Tell motion it is worse then madd whose Motors not Almightie Tel World it s but the wayward Maze where Man is mazd and lost Tel State it stands on Airy Propps by Stormes still turned and tost Tel Wisedome shee is base if Shee mounts not aboue the Moone Tel Humors and tell Humoristes their Hâ—mors change top soone Tel Learning it is darke as Hell not mixt with light of Grace Tel Councell and tell * Councellors they oft mistake the Case Tel Bookes though euerâ—blest some bee yet are they but Informers Tel them they should more blâ—ssed bee if they were still Reformers Tel Artes they aske too much for Artelin asking all our time Tel Armes they do but worke their Harmes by Armes and Harmes that climbe Tel Earthliâ— Hopes they make vs seeke for that wee cannot finde Tel tell Worlds-Blisse it wanteth force to breede true Blisse in Mynd Tel Sport it spoileth pretious Time tell Time hee s falslie true True in his Course in s Custome false away steales yet pursues Tel Keasaâ—â— thoâ—gh they Caesars are their Nostrils Bound their breath Tel Liâ—e though during like the Sunne it subiect is to death Tel Wealth it wasts with earthlie Pompe tell Pompe it s but a Puffe Tel Glory shee must bide the girde of Enuies Counterbuff Tel tel Fair-wordes from fowle Mouthes sent they feede but fatten Fooles Tel Friends true Frindshipps no where learnd but in true Vertues Schooles Tel Loue that Hee an â— doll is found forgd adord by Fancie Tel Flesh enraging Lust shee is a Soule-confounding Frenzie Tel Fauours they are Copper-gilt vncertaine true if true Tel Fooles when Shadowes come before their Substance nill eusue Tel Lookes where Loue in Triumph Tilâ—s against vnfenced Eyes They Lookâ—s alure by Lookes like Lures which seeme true yet are lies Tel All that al is al in All beneath the Heaâ—â—â—ly Coape A Dreame a Shade a toile of Spirite a base betraying hope And lastlie â—el thy Thoughts sweet Lord they in an Harr must rest That Honor holds for Life and liues to dy ere dispossâ—st Here Sus Mineruam maist thou say its true yet say not so Because it comes from him that liues to dy vpon â—hy Foe I. D. Deus ad quae nos tempora reseruasti Policarpus Meete not an Harlot least thou fall into hir Snares Eâ—clus 9. 3. WHO so will keepe his Soule and Body chast From Womans haunt he must him selfe retire Yea though they seeme religious and shamefaste For blushing VVomen most inflame Desire Stand not vpon thy strength though it surpasse Nor thy foreâ—proued Chastnesse stand thou on Thou art not Holier then David was Nor wiser then was most wise Salomon And aske the Prince of Earthlie Paradise Who in perfection was made most compleate What power a Woman had him to intice To make him his owne bane and ours to eate If wee stand neere a Fall wee stand vnsure If neere the Fire weâ— warme though Yee we were VVe cannot striue with Death and longe endure Nor Liue with VVeaknesse but must weake appeare To bee with VVomen still yet know them not Is no lesse strange then to stand falling still VVe cannot handle Pitch without a Spott Although we handle it with Care and skill Then if thou wouldst bee safe in saftie feare Sith feare doth make thy saftie more secure â—or too much trust is too much danger neerâ— And in the midst of Dangers none are sure In greenest Grasse a Snake doth often lie And Loue begun in Spirit oâ—t ends in flesh Flesh talls in smoothest Opportunity And when she drunken reels Sin riseth fresh The Fiend hir foâ—-like friend doth neuer sleepâ— But wakes to tempt hir still with Time and Placâ— In sweetest Hony he doth Poison â—â—eep Which maketh Nature work in show ofgrace Then if thou wouldst not slide from Women slip For Ill oft raignes in such good fellowship Gratious is the end that ends all our paines WHen when ô when shall I bid life farewell Wherein my Soule and Body so ill fares My Soule within my Body Loathes to dwell â—ith it doth dwell in such a World of Cares Wherein the best are Briers that scratching hold What ere they catch vnto anothers harme Whose Tenter-hookt Armes do in Loue infold No one but whom they spoile and quite disarme Where Men loue Men not for that Men they are But simply for themselues all whose respect Is swallowed up with self-respecting Care And commonly the Common good neglect Where Fashions are then Eormes more various Thoâ—gh scarse among a Million two are like Where â—he most iust are lest iniurious Though lustice their iniustice doth dislike Where Faces want no graces to allure The Mynd to loue so to betray the Mind An holy kisse in show showes to assure The rather to faile Hope that seeks to find Where oft Religion palliates Policy And Saints are made a Sacrifice for State Yea heaunly Powres for Earthly Maiesty Away goes all that lets Ambitions gate Where holy Fathers do vnholy Deeds While yet they blesse their Sons that cloak their shame And so the Haâ—t of Piety still bleeds Because Hypocrisie still wounds the same Where all is seeming and Nought reall is For