The minde of the Frontispeece This Bubble's Man Hope Feare False Ioy and Trouble Are those Foure Winds which daily toss this Bubble Hieroglyphica haec de vitâ hominis perlegi digna censeo quae typis mandentur Ian. 9. 1637. Tho Wykes R. P. Episc. Lond. Capell domest Hieroglyphikes of the life of Man LONDON Printed by M. Flesher for Iohn Marriot 1638. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE both in blood and virtue and most accomplisht LADIE MARY COVNTESS OF DORSET LADY GOVERNESS to the most Illustrious CHARLES Prince of great BRITAIN and IAMES Duke of YORKE Excellent Lady I Present these Tapours to burne under the safe Protection of your honorable Name where I presume they stand secure from the Damps of Ignorance and blasts of Censure It is a small part of that abundant service which my thankfull heart owes your incomparable Goodness Be pleased to honour it with your noble Acceptance which shall bee nothing but what your owne esteeme shall make it Madam Your La pps most humble servant FRA QUARLES To The Reader IF you are satisfied with my Emblems I here set before you a second service It is an Aegyptian dish drest on the English fashion They at their â—easts used to present a Deaths-head at their â—econd course This will serve for both You need not feare a surfet Here is but â—â—ttle And that light of digestion If it but â—lease your Palate I question not your stoâ—ack Fall too and much good may 't doe â—ou Covivio addit Minerval E. B. Rem Regem Regimen Regionem Relligionem Exornat celebrat laudat honorat amat BENEVOLUS Sine Lumine inane Behold I was shapen in Iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me PSAL. 51. 5. MAn is mans ABC There is none that can Reade God aright unless he first spell Man Man is the Stayres whereby his knowledge climes To his Creator though it oftentimes â—tumbles for want of light and sometimes tripps â—or want of carefull heed and sometimes slips Through unadvised hast and when at length â—is weary steps have reach'd the top his strength Oft fayles to stand his giddy braines turne round And Phaëton like falls headlong to the ground These stayres are often darke and full of danger To him whom want of practice makes a stranger To this blind way The Lamp of nature lends But a false Light and lights to her owne ends These be the wayes to Heav'n These paths require A Light that springs from that diviner fire Whose humane soule-enlightning sunbeames dart Through the bright Crannies of th' immortall part And here thou great Originall of Light Whose error-chaceing Beames do unbenight The very soule of Darkness and untwist The Clouds of Ignorance do thou assist My feeble Quill Reflect thy sacred Rayes Vpon these lines that they may light the wayes That lead to thee So guide my heart my hand That I may doe what others understand Let my heart practice what my hand shall write Till then I am a Tapour wanting light This golden Precept Know thy selfe came downe From heav'ns high Court It was an Art unknowne To flesh and blood The men of Nature tooke Great Iournies in it Their dim eyes did looke But through a Mist Like Pilgrims they did spend Their idle steps but knew no Iournies end The way to Know thy selfe is first to cast Thy fraile beginning Progresse and thy Last This is the Summe of Man But now returne And view this Tapour standing in this Vrne Behold her Substance sordid and impure Vseless and vaine and wanting light obscure T is but a Span at longest nor can last Beyond that Span ordain'd and made to wast Ev'n such was Man before his soule gave light To his vile substance a meere Child of night Ere he had life estated in his Vrne And markt for death by nature borne to burne Thus liveless lightless worthless first began That glorious that presumptuous thing call'd Man St. AUGUST Consider ô man what thou wert before thy Birth and what thou 〈◊〉 from thy birth to thy death and what thou shall be after death â—ou wert made of an impure substance cloathed and nourished in thy â—â—thers blood EPIG 1. â—â—rbeare fond Tapour What thou seek'st is Fire â—hy owne distruction's lodg'd in thy desire â—hy wants are farre more safe than their supply â—e that begins to live begins to die Nescius vnde Will Marshall sculpsit And God said Let there bee light and there was light GEN. 1. 3. â—His flame-expecting Tapour hath at length Received fyre and now begins to burne 〈◊〉 hath no vigour yet it hath no strength Apt to be puft and quencht at ev'ry turne It was a gracious hand that thus endow'd This snuffe with flame But marke this hand doth shroud â—â—â—elfe from mortall eyes and folds it in a Cloud 2. â—â—is man begins to live An unknowne flame Quickens his finisht Organs now possest â—â—th motion and which motion doth proclaime An active soule though in a feeble brest But how and when infus'd ask not my Pen Here flyes a Cloud before the eyes of men â—â—â—n not tell thee how nor canst thou tell mee when 3. as it a parcell of celestiall fire â—nfus'd by Heav'n into this fleshly mould 〈◊〉 was it thinke you made a soule entire Then was it new created Or of old Or is' t a propagated Spark rak'd out From Natures embers While we goe about reason to resolve the more we raise a doubt 4. â—t be part of that celestiall Flame â—t must be ev'n as pure as free from spot 〈◊〉 that eternall fountaine whence it came â—f pure and spotless then whence came the blot It selfe being pure could not it selfe defile Nor hath unactive Matter pow'r to soile â—â—r pure and active Forme as Iarrs corrupt their Oyle 5. Or if it were created tell me when If in the first sixe dayes where kept till now Or if the soule were new created then Heav'n did not all at first he had to doe Six dayes expired all Creation ceast All kinds even from the greatest to the least Were finisht and compleat before the day of Rest. 6. But why should Man the Lord of Creatures want That priviledge which Plants and Beasts obtaine Beasts bring forth Beasts the Plant a perfect Plant And every like brings forth her like againe Shall fowles and fishes beasts and plants convey Life to their issue And Man lesse than they Shall these get living soules And Man dead lumps of clay 7. Must humane soules be generated then My water ebbs behold a Rock is nigh If Natures worke produce the soules of men Mans soule is mortall All that 's borne must die What shall we then conclude What sun-shine wilâ— Disperse this gloomy cloud Till then be still My vainely striving thoughts Lie down my puzzl'd quilâ— ISODOR Why doest thou wonder ô man at the height of the Starres or 〈◊〉 depth of the Sea Enter into thine owne â—oule and wonder there The soule by creating is infused by infusion created
what â—â—ve what confidence deserves so sweet a saying For their presence â—everence for their good will love for their tuition confidence EPIG 5. My flame art thou disturb'd diseas'd and driv'n To Death with stormes of griefe Poynt thou to heav'n One Angel there shall ease thee more alone Then thrice as many thousands of thy owne Tempus erit Will Marshall sculpsit To every thing there is an appointed time ECCLES 3. 1. Time Death Time BEhold the frailty of this slender snuffe Alas it hath not long to last Without the helpe of either Thiefe or puffe Her weakness knowes the way to wast Nature hath made her Substance apt enough To spend it selfe and spend too fast It needs the help of none That is so prone To lauish out untoucht and languish all alone Death 2. Time hold thy peace and shake thy slow pac'd Sand Thy idle Minits make no way Thy glass exceeds her how'r or else does stand I can not hold I can not stay Surcease thy pleading and enlarge my hand I surfet with too long delay This brisk this boldfac'd Light Does burne too bright Darkness adornes my throne my day is darkest night Time 3. Great Prince of darknesse hold thy needless hand Thy Captiv's fast and can not flee What arme can rescue Who can countermand What pow'r can set thy Pris'ner free Or if they could what close what forrein land Can hide that head that flees from Thee But if her harmeless light Offend thy sight What needst thou snatch at noone what will be thine at night Death 4. I have outstaid my patience My quick Trade Growes dull and makes too slow returne This long-liv'd det is due and should bin paid When first her flame began to burne But I have staid too long I have delayd To store my vast my craving Vrne My Patent gives me pow'r Each day each how'r To strike the Peasants thatch and shake the Princely Tow'r Time 5. Thou count'st too fast Thy Patent gives no Pow'â— Till Time shall please to say Amen Death Canst thou appoint my shaft Time Or thou my How'r Death T is I bid doe Time T is I bid When. Alas thou canst not make the poorest Flow'r To hang the drooping head till then Thy shafts can neither Kill Nor strike untill My power give them wings and pleasure arme thy will St. AUGUST Thou knowest not what Time he will come Wait alwaies that beâ—ause thou knowest not the time of his comming thou maiest be preâ—ared against the time he comes And for this perchance thou knowst not the Time because thou maiest be prepared against all times EPIG 6. Expect but feare not Death Death cannot Kill â—ill Time that first must seale her Patent will Wouldst thou live long Keepe Time in high esteeme Whom gone if thou canst not recall redeeme Nec sine nec Tecum Will Marshall sculpsit His light shall be dark and his candle shall be put out IOB 18. 6. VVHat ayles our Tapour Is her luster fled Or foyl'd What dire disaster bred This Change that thus she vailes her golden head 2. It was but very now she shin'd as faire As Venus starre Her glory might compare With Cynthia burnisht with her brothers haire 3. There was no Cave-begotten damp that mought Abuse her beames no wind that went about To breake her peace no Puffe to put her out 4. â—â—ft up thy wondring thoughts and thou shalt spye 〈◊〉 Cause will cleare thy doubts but cloud thine eye Subjects must vaile when as their Sov'raign's by 5. â—anst thou behold bright Phoebus and thy sight â—o whit impayr'd The object is too bright â—he weaker yeelds unto the stronger Light 6. â—reat God I am thy Tapour Thou my Sunne â—rom thee the Spring of Light my Light begun â—et if thy Light but Shine my light is done 7. 〈◊〉 thou withdraw thy Light my light will shine 〈◊〉 thine appeare how poore a light is mine â—y light is darkness if compar'd to thine 8 â—hy Sun-beames are too strong for my weake eye 〈◊〉 thou but shine how nothing Lord am I â—h who can see thy visage and not die 9. If intervening earth should make a night My wanton flame would then shine forth too bright My earth would ev'n presume t' eclipse thy Light 10 And if thy Light be shadow'd and mine fade If thine be dark and my dark light decayd I should be cloathed with a double shade 11. What shall I doe O what shall I desire What help can my distracted thoughts require That thus am wasting twixt a double Fire 12. In what a streight in what a streight am I Twixt two extreames how my rackt fortunes lie See I thy face or see it not I die 13. O let the steame of my Redeemers blood That breaths fro' my sick soule be made a Cloud T'interpose these Lights and be my shroud 14. Lord what am I or what 's the light I have May it but light my Ashes to their Grave And so from thence to Thee 't is all I crave 15. O make my Light that all the world may see Thy Glory by 't If not It seemes to me Honour enough to be put out by Thee O Light inaccessible in respect of which my light is utter darkness so reflect upon my weaknes that at all the world may behold thy strength O Majesty incomprehensible in respect of which my glory is meere shame so shine upon my misery that all the world may behold thy glory EPIG 7. Wilt thou complaine because thou art bereiv'n Of all thy light Wilt thou vie Lights with Heav'n Can thy bright eye not brooke the daily light Take heed I feare thou art a Child of night Nec Virtus obscurapetit Will Marshall sculpsit Let your light so shine that men seeing your good workes may glorifie your Father which is in Heaven MAT. 5. 16. VVAs it for this the breath of Heav'n was blowne Into the nostrils of this Heav'nly Creature Was it for this that sacred Three in One Conspir'd to make this Quintessence of Nature Did heav'nly Providence intend So rare a Fabrick for so poore an end 2. Was Man the highest Master-peece of Nature The curious Abstract of the whole Creation Whose soule was copied from his great Creator Made to give Light and set for Observation Ordain'd for this To spend his Light In a darke-Lanthorne Cloystred up in night 3. Tell me recluse Monastick can it be A disadvantage to thy beames to shine A thousand Tapours may gaine light from Thee Is thy Lightless or worse for lighting mine If wanting Light I stumble shall Thy darkness not be guilty of my fall 4. Why dost thou lurk so close Is it for feare Some busie eye should pry into thy flame And spie a Thiefe or else some blemish there Or being spy'd shrink'st thou thy head for shame Come come fond Tapour shine but cleare Thou needst not shrink for shame nor shroud for feare 5. Remember O remember thou wert set For men to see the Great
Creator by Thy flame is not thy owne It is a Det Thou ow'st thy Maker And wilt thou deny To pay the Int'rest of thy Light And skulk in Corners and play least in sight 6. Art thou affraid to trust thy easie flame To the injurious wast of Fortunes puffe Ah Coward rouze and quit thy selfe for shame Who dies in service hath liv'd long enough Who shines and makes no eye partaker Vsurps himselfe and closely robbs his Maker 7. Take not thy selfe a Pris'ner that art free Why dost thou turne thy Palace to a Iaile Thou art an Eagle And befits it thee To live immured like a cloysterd Snaile Let Toies seeke Corners Things of cost Gaine worth by view Hid Iewels are but lost 8. My God my light is dark enough at lightest Encrease her flame and give her strength to shine T is fraile at best T is dimme enough at brightest But 't is her glory to be foyld by Thine Let others lurke My light shall be Propos'd to all men and by them to Thee St. BERN. If thou be one of the foolish Virgins the Congregation is necessary for thee If thou be one of the wise Virgins thou art necessary for the Congregation HUGO Monasticks make cloysters to inclose the outward man O would to God they would doe the like to restraine the inward Man EPIG 8. Affraid of eyes What still play least in sight T is much to be presum'd all is not right Too close endeavours bring forth dark events Come forth Monastick Here 's no Parliaments Vt Luna Infantia torpet Will Marshall sculpsit He cometh forth like a Flower and is cut downe IOB 14. 2. 1. Behold How short a span Was long enough of old To measure out the life of Man In those wel temper'd days his time was then Survey'd cast up and found but threescore years and ten 2. Alas And what is that They come slide and pass Before my Pen can tell thee what The Posts of Time are swift which having run Their sev'n short stages 'ore their short liv'd task is don 3. Our daies Begun wee lend To sleepe to antick plaies And Toyes untill the first stage end 12. waining Moons twise 5. times told we give To unrecover'd loss Wee rather breathe then live 4. Wee spend A ten years breath Before wee apprehend What is to live or feare a death Our childish dreams are fil'd with painted joys W ch please our sense a while waking prove but Toies 5. How vaine How wretched is Poore man that doth remain A slave to such a State as this His daies are short at longest few at most They are but bad at best yet lavisht out or lost 6. They bee The secret Springs That make our minits flee On wheels more swift theÌ„ Eagles wings Our life 's a Clocke and ev'ry gaspe of breath Breathes forth a warning grief til Time shal strike a death 7. How soone Our new-born Light Attaines to full-ag'd noone And this how soon to gray-hayr'd night Wee spring we bud we blossome and we blast E're we can count our daies Our daies they flee so fast 8. They end When scarce begun And ere wee apprehend That we begin to live our life is don Man Count thy daies And if they flee too fast For thy dull thoughts to count count ev'rie day thy last Our Infancy is consumtd in eating and sleeping in all which time what differ we from beasts but by a possibility of reason and a necessity of sinne O misery of mankind in whom no sooner the Image of God appeares in the act of his Reason but the Devill blurres it in the corruption of his will EPIG 9. To the decrepit Man Thus was the first seav'nth part of thy few daies Consum'd in sleep in food in Toyish plaies Knowst thou what teares thine eies imparted then Review thy losse and weep them o're agen Proles tua Maia Iuventus Will Marshall sculpsit His bones are full of the sinnes of his youth IOB 20. 11. 1. THe swift-foot Post of Time hath now begun His second Stage The dawning of our Age Is lost and spent without a Sun The light of Reason did not yet appeare Within th' Horizon of this Hemispheare 2. The infant Will had yet none other guide But twilight Sense And what is gayn'd from thence But doubtfull Steps that tread aside Reason now draws her Curtains Her clos'd eyes Begin to open and she calls to rise 3. Youths now disclosing Bud peeps out and showes Her Aprill head And from her grass greene bed Her virgin Primerose early blowes Whil'st waking Philomel prepares to sing Her warbling Sonets to the wanton Spring 4. His Stage is pleasant and the way seemes short All strow'd with flowers The daies appeare but howers Being spent in time-beguiling sport Here griefes do neither press nor doubts perplex Here 's neither feare to curb nor care to vex His downie Cheek growes proud and now disdaines The Tutors hand He glories to command The proud neckt Steed with prouder Reynes The strong breath'd Horne must now salute his eare With the glad downefall of the falling Deare 6. His quicknos'd Armie with their deepmouth'd sounds Must now prepare To chase the tim'rous Hare About his yet unmorgag'd Grounds The ev'll he hates is Counsell and delay And feares no mischief but a rainie day 7. The thought he takes is how to take no thought For bale nor blisse And late Repentance is The last deare Pen ' worth that he bought He is a daintie Morning and he may If lust ' orecast him not b' as faire a Day 8. Proud Blossom use thy Time Times headstrong Horse Will post away Trust not the foll'wing day For ev'râ—e day brings forth a worse Take Time at best Beleeve 't thy daies will fall From good to bad From bad to worst of all St. AMB. Humility is a rore thing in a young man therefore to be admired When youth is vigorous when strength is firme when blood is hot when Cares are strangers when mirth is free then Pride swells and humility is dispised EPIG 10. To the old Man Thy yeares are newly gray His newly Greene His youth may live to see what thine hath seene Hee is thy Parallel His present Stage And thine are the two Tropicks of Mans Age. Iam ruit in Venerem Will Marshall sculpsit Rejoyce O young man and let thy heart cheare thee but know c. ECCLES 11. 9. HOw flux how alterable is the date Of transitory things How hurry'd on the clipping wings Of Time and driv'n upon the wheeles of Fate How one Condition brings The leading Prologue to an other State No transitory thing can last Change waits on Time and Time is wing'd with hast Time present's but the Ruins of Time past 2. Behold how Change hath incht away thy Span And how thy light does burne Nearer and nearer to thy Vrne For this deare wast what satisfaction can Injurious time returne Thy shortned daies but this the Stile of Man And