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A19913	Wittes pilgrimage, (by poeticall essaies) through a vvorld of amorous sonnets, soule-passions, and other passages, diuine, philosophicall, morall, poeticall, and politicall. By Iohn Dauies	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1605 (1605)	STC 6344; ESTC S109368	85,753	170

the Highst obscure him selfe from sight While all that see do see but by his Light What neede wee seeke quaint words Phrases fin● 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 single●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 wretchedne●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 sub●ect to hard ou●rthrowes In●uitable Sorrowes still attend On none but on the wilfull past their end To shunne the Tempter wee must shut the Ga●● 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 h● falls For nothing can resist his Ordinance VVho makes the meekest Mindes his Generall● 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 comma●n● 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 bea●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 pre●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 celerit●● 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 diuíne 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 Ho●●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

Agnize Who in his youth grew quickly old in grace With GOD and Man for GOD and Man was HEE Baptis'd by him which made and gaue Him place That HEE to all might Pieties Patterne bee Conquering his FLESH with fasting unco●strain'd The World with meeknesse and the Fiend with 〈◊〉 And when the WEEKS of DANIELL end attain●d He●●●light and sought RIGHTS Ruines to repaire Sometimes with Words that wonder-mazed men Sometimes with Deedes that Angels did admire With mercy still with Iustice seldome when He made as HEE was God and man entire He tought EARTH Truth and HELL to know her error He showed the MEEDE ordain●d for Good and Bad Then to confirme All to All 's ioy and terror Hee calm●d the Elements reform'd the madd Heald all Diseases brought to life the Dead The quickt ' obedience secret thoughts to light To Sinnes restraint or to be banished And lastly to the Deuil feare and flight These Notwithstanding and much more then these For all the World the Books would not comprise That of his Acts should hold the working-Seas Which to a boundlesse Magnitude do risel Hee was alas when he had vnder-gon All Paines and Passions Sin all onely saud Proper to Man yet had his God-head showne By his owne People scorned and depraud Yea by his owne his owne chiefe Officer Iudas betraying Him He was accusd Arraignd condemnd bound seurgd hald here and there With Thorns Crownd crucified and worse abusd So He All being fulfild the Sun obsurd The Earth all quaking Graues self-opening And NATVRES Frame dissoluing Death endurd Life thereby to his Enemies to bring Then being interd loost Hell and rose againe In triumph hauing conquerd Death and Sin And forty Daies with HIS on Earth did raigne A Man-GOD glorifid without and in And of his age the three and thirtith Yeare He in the sight of his Saints did assend To Heaun with glory triumph ioy and cheere And sits on his right Hand that Him did send From whence being now our Spokes-man He shal come When all this All shall melt in funerall fire On Quick and Dead to giue his finall Doom When as their Works shal be shal be their Hire Then Good and Bad diuided endlesly The Worle refind and all things put in frame To this greate Iudge the totall EMPERY Shal bee giu'n vp of this Great-double FRAME To whome Celestiall and Terrestriall Knees And Knees infernall shall for euer bow And eu'ry Tongue confesse and Eye that sees That HEE is All in All in High and Low Vnto His glory that VVas is and shall In all Aeternity bee ALL in All I long for Life vnlike to Death SO runnes the Tenor of the Treble Ills Existing by the Meane of three fel Foes The Flesh the World the Deuill euer spills Vs miserable miserable Men with mortal Bloes Yet like Fiends taking pleasure but in paine In paine that to noe perfect profit tends We seeke to rule and if we can to raigne And rule and raigne but for vnruly Ends O Rest the Image of that Saboth sweete VVherein sweete Saints do from their Labours rest O riche repose of Spirit for Angells meete How do I toile to bee of Thee possest Then Slouth it is not that delights my VVill Nor would mine Vnderstanding idle bee But both desire to bee in Action still Yet rest in action like the Trinitie The Date of my lifes Lease is neere expird Yet labour I for life sith still I swimme In Sorrowes Seas as one as neerely tride As hee is neere the Bottome or the Brym I scarse can keepe me Head aboue the VVaues VVith all my Laboures my Starres are so crosse Yea vnder VVater oft my Science saues From Death my Life which Stormes of Troubles tosse But as the Deluge swelling more and more Made th'Arke thereby to Heau'n-warde mount a pace So when Afflictions VVaues increase their Store They lift me vp thereby the more to Grace Yet as they multiplie their struggle so That they turmoile my Bodie toyle my Mynd For both in anguishe flote when Sorrowes flo And sorrowes flow from Fortunes Ebbe by kind So that I cannot yet that Rest attaine Which my poore Soule and Spirit so requires I longing labour for it yet in vaine For base Defect withstands my high Desires And by how much the more for it I longe So much the more I do Worlds weale neglect Wherein my selfe and my Desires I wrong That are the more supprest by that Defect I was not moulded sure in earthlie Mould Though of the Filth thereof my Fleshe was fram'd For if I were then sure it fitt mee should But nothing lesse whereof I am asham'd I see some Men who when wee weigh their Witt Wee as miraculous their wealth admire To this Worlds Mould do make them selues as fitt As if their VVitt and Mettall were all Fire Yea some meere Blocks that are as bluut as base Rise from still lying but in Du●t and Dung To high estate which standeth with therir Case Though Fate through too much right them too much wrong Yet I whose Braines are plac'd in bette● Cells And haue the influence of clearer light Can compas nothing by Wits magick-Spells These charming Numbers but mine ovvne delight I stoln am from my self by nine svveet Queenes Who do predominate my Witt and Will While Time steals from me both my Life and Meanes And leaues mee nought to liue with but my Skill Yet from Times Wings I steale his blackest Plumes The Night to rest in motion of my Muse And til my Witt by ●tealth of Time consumes In spight of VVant this wealth of VVitt I le vse And with Aurora raiser of the Muse I le wake if Rests friend Sleepe should rest mine Eyes To steale from Time what I may iustl●e vse So to supplie Times want with 's owne Supplies And for the Stuffe whereof I le draw my Lines It shall bee such as from his Throne shall come VVhose Muse-immortalizing Spirit them twines And Silkeworme like I le worke me in my Tombe VVhere though I poore VVorme from my Labours rest My VVorks well wou'n by some more dextrous VVitt May line perhapps the Note-bookes of the best Yea for Apparrell of the Mind be fitt And though the Viperous Iron Teeth of Time May gnaw away to wrack through my VVorks VVombe Yet if my Spirit thereby aboue Him climbe Lett my Lines ruynd bee to giue Him Roome For though content I could bee dead to liue In Fames strongst Fort though Paper be the VVall And Sense of Fame my life cannot suruiue Yet if I rise thereby lett my Fame fall For what feeles Naso that a VVorke compos'd That liues and shall till Time bee Toothlesse quite Sith hee●s disposd where now hee 's indisposd To feele a VVinde that is so vaine and light Yet heer●s the VVinde that beares the VVorld away Though it bee weaker then the lightest Mynd Then weake is That so weake a Winde doth swaie And ●ie they ough● that liue but for such Winde But

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 though●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 f●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 pass●●● 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 ● 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 ●●●wne of matter that drawes out the Braine Such Lines will reach if

S●nce ●or that doth blind the Soule and lame the Mind But must I sensuall 〈◊〉 to seem excus'd ●hen wo●se and worse falls ou● mine ill excuse ●were better say by Loue I am abusd 〈◊〉 I to loue haue off●ed much abus● Abusd by Loue without my Lust● consent That is too strange a strength for Loue or Lust And eithers powr in me is impotent ●o● how boile● Bloud that long since is addust Wel be it as it may it seems my might Giues way to what it would not what it should Which on the bent of my Minds Motions light Puts these right Lines of Loue which long will hold But i● they breake when my Mind is vnbent Now shal they breake for I eu'n now repent Qualis vir talis oratio FAces do not more varrie in their Formes Then Wits in shapes though most be shapelesse Wits For breeding base oft well-shapt Wit deformes So 〈◊〉 comes off comly but by fits And 〈◊〉 o●t part are better fed then bred But they that feeding want want Wit and Wealth Then most Mens Wits are most il-fauoured And what they show by Wit they show by stealth Yet many Members o● that Block●head Body The Multitude write idly without stint And he that 's not in P●int they hold a Noddy Because themselues are Noddies still in Print Some Ryme in rage which rage puts Reason downe Yet puts not Reason downe in their Rymes rage These Arrs run rough but their Rimes if their owne With reason rnnne like a thwart Marriage Yet if too smooth be this smart Simily Although it be as rough as Rage or VVrack Their Rymes and Reason then runne like a Cry Of brayning Beasts that Rime and Reason lack Yet will they force Minerua not by Arte But for●e or feare of their wittes strength or stature For so these Asses weene to take their part So like the Giants ●ight gainst God and Nature Some make in Prose greate Tomes their wit●s t'intomb To bee as Monuments of Witt for euer Yet sith those Monuments no Witt enwombe Being quite consumed they continue neuer The mo●'s the pitty that such stately Tombes That of haue* gold without though drosse within Should bee gazd on by Lea●●ings drugging Gromes And by their Engin razd ô d●●dly sinne Minerua ble●●e my Booke Witts Mon●ment A little Monument for lesser Witt From such vsurpi●g Ben●clarkes violent Lest ●hey pul out Wittes ere 's their turnes to fit Yet will I leaue it them while fearelesse I To ●ury goe in expedition To trie their trúth or taste their Tyranny The wo●st is Eylesse deposition And if it happ I hope Ile Sion gaine Sith I the Cause of Sion will maintaine When the ritch man speakes euery man holds his tongue and what he saith is praised vnto the Clouds c Ecclus. 13. 24. THe Tongue of t●uth hath said hen true it is Though Indigence could speake like Salomon The VVorld is mute or saies he speakes amis●e Sith but the golden Asse speaks well alone Thus golden Asses clawd by Claw-backs are Where they do ytch and but for clawing itch Yet like lades pinch each other being ba●e And so the Ri●ch are praisd by poore and ritch 〈…〉 Wings of Sun●b●ight Seraphins 〈…〉 Pe●s and make them Nectar flow 〈…〉 not gult like Cherubins 〈…〉 in deed but sink in show 〈…〉 World is wise herein Though wise ●●●ein more then most wickedly 〈◊〉 Detraction is esteemd no sin So ●hat the great be greatly praisd thereby 〈…〉 greatly praisd when all but Theirs 〈…〉 is how lawdable soere Their 〈◊〉 ●hough Crabs are sweet with Apple squires 〈…〉 for Loue and Loue for meed or feare They may be bold they wo● well with the poore 〈◊〉 pack-hors●s beare when Asses bray Th●y 〈◊〉 may wince but they can do no more And for their wincing They on them may lay ●ut heer 's the comfort vpright after ●imes Vpright sith that which Is not no way bends Will Lawrell-Crowne them for their roiall Rimes ●or Enuies selfe Desert if dead commends Then Rimes how ere vnroial run you on You may in time perhaps come neer that Crowne Meane while look for no Coronation ●ut such as Enuy giues high-borne Renowne Yet with your Wit those after times perswade That some were mard perhaps e●e al were made Vpon Apparitions in the Night YE g●izly Ghosts that walk in shades of Night Like Shades whose Substance though quite Matterlesse The dayly fowle Offender doth aftright Why make ye Darknesse Paper for your Presse Do you imprint in Blacknesse blacker formes Of matters worse or in our Fantazi● ●mpresse ye Figures raising Horrors stormes Or how in darknesse come you to the Eye Do you but show or show in Substances Thicken you Aire and so a Shape assume Or creepe you in some Corprall Ef●ences Or els the Sight deceaue with lesse then Fume And why ô Hell hounds range you in the Night Out of Earthes Center your infernall Hold Lothe ye the Sunne a or is the day too light To do your deeds of Darknesse as ye would Can ye dead Bodies truly actuate And so such Bodies borrow of the Saints Or can ye Wicked Bodies animate So take from God the cause of his Complaints For if you Soules infuse into the i●l You are the Father of their Spi●ites and God Complaines without cause that ●hey cros●e his Will Nor are they vnder naturally his R●dd But He it is alone that Soul●● cr●ates Without whome nought was made that made hath bin And Bodies good and Badd he animates Only he made not Death first made by Sinne. And what is Sinne but only meere Defect So Sinne is nought then nought hath Death begott And Nothing should in sense haue no effect So Sinne and Death Nought made and Nought Is not I would it were not but too true it is But is as Canker doth to Siluer cleaue So you fowle ●iends that loue such Filth as this Do leaue no Sinners that no sinne do leaue The purest Places you do hold an Hell And Places most impure you Heau'n esteeme The one do plague the other please you well And so of deeds of either Kinde you deeme To be among the the deads Graues you are gladd Wherein you●seeke their sensles●e Bones to griue And loue to rattle them in signe you had The Conquest of Mankind through Adams E●ue So by a Woman your familier Y' are now familier with Men night and Day And which of both Familiers worse do warre With Men and Reason it is hard to say These femine Familiars but too oft Torment vs men as if you friends they were Whose hard harts plac'd in their faire Bodies soft Plague whom that Beauty doth to them indeere Yet some so filthy are that they are best When they are worst that is when fowle defame With vse of trading ill their Trade hath ceast Then with a Pox they liue Chast to their shame Thus haue we got double Familiars Women and Diuels by a VVomans pride Both which familiarly vvage