seems as if they angry were Their Hairs upon their Eyes in clodded gore Or wildly Spreads as not in life they wore With frowns their Fore-heads in deep surrows lye As Graves their Foes to bury when they dye Heaving up Spongy lungs through pangs of death With pain and difficulty fetcht short breath Some grasping hard their hands through pain provok'd For why the ratling flegme their throats do choak Their bodies bowing up then downe they fall For want of strength to make them stand withall Some Staggering on their legs do feebly stand Or leaning on their Sword with either hand Where on the Pummel doth their breast rely More griev'd they cannot fight then for to dye Their hollow eyes sunke deep into their brains And hard fetcht groans from every heart-String strains Their knees pull'd up to keep their bowels in But all too little through their blood doth swim And Guts like Sausages their bodies twine Or like the Spreading plant or wreathing vine Their restlesseheads not knowing how to lye Through grievous paines do quickly wish to dye Rowling from off their back upon their belly Tumbling in their blood as thick as gelly And gasping lye with short breaths and constraint With cold Sweat drops upon their faces saint Then heaving up their dull pale eye-balls looke As if through paine not hate the world forsook Some 〈◊〉 cold as Shivering Agues are Some burning hot as in high Feavers were Spewing of blood from Stomacks that are sick Through parching heats their tongues to'th' roofs do stick With loud groans 〈◊〉 call'd their Soules back While Smarting wounds did set them on the wrack And on their Arms their faces lay a crosse As if in death they were asham'd of losse Some dying like a flame whose oyle is spent Or fire smother'd out which wanteth vent And Some do fall like Strong and hardy Oaks Which hewn down are with fierce and cruell Stroaks Their 〈◊〉 chop'd small as wood for fire to burn Or carved or chipt out for Joyners turne Some underneath their horses belltes flung Some by the heels in their own Stirrups hung Others their heads and neck lay all awry And on their horses manes as pillows lye Some in a carelesse garb lye on the ground As life despis'd since Honour in death 's found Some for death do call some life desire Some care not others burial require Some beat their breasts as evill they had done Others in fiery hot revenge do burn Some lay as if to hear the Trumpet sound And others lay as sprawling on the ground Some wish'd their deaths revenge upon their foe Others with dying eyes their friends not know Some their parents children cry'd to see Others wish'd life some difference to agree But Lovers with à soft and panting heart Did wish their Mistris at their last depart To shut their eyes and wounds to close Whose dying Spirits to their Mistris goes Foes Hands into each others wounds thrust wide As if their hearts would pull out from each side VVhere friends in dear imbracements are close twin'd By their affection strong in death they are joyn'd Some wish'd to live yet long for death through paine Others dye grieving that their foe 's not slain Or else repent what they so rash have done And wish the Battle were to be begun Some gently Sinking so by fainting fall And quietly do yeeld when Death them call Some drunk with death not able are to stand And reeling fall struck down by deaths cold hand Some 〈◊〉 long as lovers when part must Others as willing yeeld to Fate their dust And sweetly lies as if asleep in night Some sterne as if new battles were to fight Some softly murmuring like a bubling stream Yet sweetly smile in death as in a dream Whose soules with soft-breath'd sighs to heaven flye To live with gods above the starry skie Thus severall noyses through the aire do ring And severall postures Death to men doth bring Where some do dye out-ragious in despaire Others so gentle as appears no fear With heaps of bodies hills up high are growne Where haire as grasse and teeth as seed are sown Their head and heels horsemen together lay Smother'd to death which could not get away Their arms lay hack'd and all were thrown about And Targets full of holes that kept death out Their Flags flying like moving woods did show Various colours seem'd on their tops to grow As if flowers had sprouted from trees high Or strew'd about did in the clouds so lye Now all are fallen and into 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Their mottoes raz'd that did their sides adorn Yet some as winding sheets their bearers shrou'd Which was an Honour fit to make Death proud Some like Virgins that cast their eyes down low Through shamefastnesse although no fault they know Nor guilty are but overcome with strength Though not consenting yet is forc'd at length As Chastity so courage forc'd we sinde To lay down Arms though sore against their minde Here 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Saddles thrown Flags Pikes Drums Guns Bullets all o're strown Plumes of Feathers which waved with the wind And proudly tost like to some haughty mind Like to prosperity when over-born Now humbly lyes where they are trodden on Horses praunce proudly when they backed were By men of courage never knowing fear If they are over-powred by strong assault And lost by strength was not their courage fault For they on deaths dull face could boldly stare Since life should hate if not victorious were Dead horses lye on backs their heels up flung Eyes sunke their heads lye turn'd their jaws down hung Their thick curl'd Manes which grew down to the ground Or by their Master in fine Ribbans bound Was torn halfe off or sing'd by fire from Guns Or snarl'd in knots or clods that backward runs Their nostrils wide from whence thick smoak out-went Which from their hot slout hearts that vapour sent Their sleek bright hair on skin like coats of Mayle Their courage sierce that nothing could them quaile All in death lay by Fortune they were cast And Nature to new formes goes on in hast For neither beauty strength or nimble feet Could serve in death all beasts alike there meet In severall postures horse and men thus lyes With severall pains in severall places 〈◊〉 VVhen horses dye they know no reason why VVhere men do venture life for vain-glory Smoak from their bloods into red clouds did rise VVhich flasht like lightning in the livings eyes Their groans into the middle region went Ecchoes in the Aire like Thunder rent Winds rarified sighs such gusts did blow As if ascended from the shades below Men strives to dye to make their names to live VVhen gods no certainty to Fame will give A Battle between Honour and Dishonour WIth grief and sorrow Honour did complain How that her sons and servants all are slaine Now none are left but those that do her sleight Open rebellion doth against her fight Besides this Age doth dirt upon her throw For
Then here 's a faud which needs not be manur'd And we a people not to work inur'd For we by Nature can no great paines take Nor by our sweat a live-lihood out make For who would live in paine or griefe or care And alwayes of their goods to stand in feare Who lives in trouble are not very wise Since in the Grave no troubles there doe 〈◊〉 Then let us fight even for sweet pleasures sake Or let us dye that we no care may take Thus did the Kings their Souldiers courage raise And in Orations did their Valour praise Then did they both in order rank and file Prepare themselves each other for to spoyle Their Horses stout whereon they ride in field Will dye under their burthen but not yeeld In Caprioles those Grashoppers do move By which his Riders skill he soone will prove Some think for War it is an Aire unfit With whose swift motion his Rider cannot fight 〈◊〉 take his turnes and vantages to have Unlesse by leaping high themselves can save Erroneous this in some case it is good Though not in all if truly understood What 's in the world that 's to all use imployed But at some times and seasons is denied Fire and Water the life of all which are Can only serve in their due time and call Some may say in this Aire of Horsemanship 'T is good hils of dead men to over-leap For if that they goe low upon the ground Where dead men horse and armes are strewed round Or else in heaps they lye like to a wall Whereat the Horse will 〈◊〉 Man downe fall Thus Horses of manage taught in measure Many doe think are only fit for pleasure And not for war but no use of them is As though their Rules did make them goe amisse They are mistaken for like men they 're taught For to obey their Guider as they ought To stop to goe to leap to run and yet Obey the heele the hand the wand the bit Beside they 're taught their passion to abate Not resty be with feare anger or hate And by applause great courage they have got That they dare goe upon a Canon shot Not that they senslesse be or dangers on run For Horses cowardly danger doe shun And are so full of feares as they will shake And will not goe which proves their hearts do quake Besides all Aires in Warre are very fit As Curvets Dimivoltoes and Perwieet In going back and forward turning round Side-wayes both high and low upon the ground Sometimes in a large circle compasse take And then with Art a lesser circle make But Horses that 〈◊〉 are in this way May march strait forth or in one place may stay So men when they doe fight having no skill May venture life but few that they shall kill For'tis not blowes and thrusts shall doe the feat Or going forward or by a retreat He must the center be his sword the line His feet his compasse with his strength to joyne These are the Arts for Horse and Men of War Unlesse with stratagems they think to scar VVhich shewes more wit then courage in the field So 't is to run away or else to yeeld But here the Bodies of each Army 's knit So close as skin unto the flesh doe fit No stratagems us'd to have men slaine But they did fight upon an open Plaine For those that use slight stratagems in warres No sighters are but cruell Murtherers Nor is it bravely done as some think 't is For every petty Thiefe has skill in this Poore Theeves more courage in their acts doe show For if their plots doe faile must dye they know Warriors designes found out they doe not care Because no hanging for that act they feare They 'l say 't is different thus enemies to use For Theeves by their deceit their friends abuse But 't is not so for cous̄enage is the theìf And of that Order Generals are the chief Fighting's the Souldiers trade not to intrap N̄or foxing with craft a prey for to inwrap But kill or pursue with Swords in 〈◊〉 hands Without any sraud or treacherous bands Just so fought these brave valiant Cavaliers By the unhappy end as it appears For they did joyne and fierce together fight Which was to all a lamentable sight Some lay upon the ground without a Head Others that gasping lay but not quite dead Their groans were heard and cryes of severall Notes Some rutling lay with thick bloud in their throates Here a Head-peice lay there a Corslet throwne Bodies so mangled that none could be known Rivers of bloud like to a full high tide Or like a Sea where shipwrack'd bodies dy'd And their laborious breath such mists did raise Which made a cloud as darkned the Sunsraies With severall noyses that rebounded sar Armies of Ecchoes in the aire were Here bodies hid with smoake smother'd lay dead While formlesse sounds were in the aire spread Thus were they active and earnest in their fight As if to kill or dye were a delight Here beasts and men both in their bloud lay masht As if that a French Cook had them 〈◊〉 so hasht Or with their bloud a Gelly boyle To make a Boullion of the spoyle For Natures table several disbes ' brings By her directions in transforming things At last the Pigmees found themselves quite spent And of their war begun now to repent Which made their King though little yet at length Did call to Oberon King to try his strength Let 's here said he our skill and fortunes try In conquering one or both in graves to lye Content said Oberon King though most unjust You have your selfe into my Kingdome thrust Yet will I not refuse this offer bold And if I live this day will sacred hold Then like two Lions fallen out for prey Encounter did not yeelding any way Their bright sharp swords so quick with motion fiyes Like suhtle lightning in each others eyes Pigmee King was strong be two handfuls tall But Oberon King was low and very small Yet was he dextrous in his skilful Art And by that means struck Pigmee neer the heart Whose blood run warm and trickling down his side That where he stood the grasse was purple dy'd Then leaning on his sword as out of breath Said he to Oberon I have got my death Grew faint then sinking on the ground did lye Finding his soul from 's body soon would flye Saying to Oberon do you mercy shew And let my Army freely from you go And those that here lye slain O let them have Just rights in burial and their bones in grave That their free souls in quiet peace may sleep And for this Act the gods your Fame will 〈◊〉 I care nor grieve not for my own sad 〈◊〉 But for my subjects that are ruin'd all And in a deep-fetcht sigh and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 His Soul went forth unto a 〈◊〉 unknown When that his souldiers heard their King 〈◊〉 dead Their hearts did fail yet none of them there
that be free Draw 〈◊〉 a Line about the Towne said she There make some works Souldiers intrench therein Let not the wars close at your gates begin With that Desire although young did speak Alas said she Doubt will that small line take So great a compasse will your strength divide A body weak may break through any side Besides the souldiers will more 〈◊〉 be When they a rescue strong behinde them see But in the Castle where lyes all their good There they will fight to the last drop of blood Doubts Assault and Hopes Defence A Boutthe Fort of Hope Doubt intrenched lay Stopt all provisions that should 〈◊〉 that way They dig forth earth to raise up rampiers high Against Hopes Curtains did their Cannon lye The Line being long it seem'd the weakest place Or else to batter down the frontiers face There Pioniers did dig a Mine to spring Balls and Granadoes in the Fort did 〈◊〉 Rams they did place to beat their walls down flat And many other Engines as good as that But as Doubt breaches made in any part Streight Hopes industry soon 〈◊〉 with art Yet Doubt did resolve fierce assaults to make And setting Ladders up the Fort to take When Hope perceiv'd great stones and weights down flung Which many kill'd as they on Ladders hung Many did fall and in the ditch did lye But then fresh men did streight their place supply Upon the walls of Hope many lay dead And those that fought did on their bodies tread Thus various Fortune on each side did fall And Death was onely Conqueror of all A Battle between Courage and Prudence Courage against Prudence a War did make For Rashnesse her foe his favourites sake Rashnesse against Queen Prudence had a spight And did perswade great Courage for to fight Courage did raise an army vast and great That for the numbers Tamberlaine might beat Cloath'd all in 〈◊〉 coats which made a shew And tossing Feathers which their pride did blow Such fiery horses men could hardly weild And in this Equipage they took the field Loud noise of this great Army every where Untill at last it came to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Prudence a Councel call'd of all the wise Aged Experience for her to advise Industry was call'd which close did wait And orders had to raise an Army streight But out alas her Kingdome was so small That scarce an Army could be rais'd of all At last they did about ten thousand get Then Care imployed was them arms to 〈◊〉 Discipline trayn'd and taught each severall man How they should move and in what posture stand Great store of victualls Prudence did provide And Ammunition of all sorts beside The Foot were cloth'd though course in warm array Their wages small yet had they constant pay Well armed they were all Breast Back and Pot Not for to tire them but to keep out shot Each had their Muskets Pikes and Banners right That nothing might be wanting when they fight The Cavalry all arm'd as in a Frock Gauntlet and Pistols and some Fire-locks Swords by their sides and at their Saddle bow Hung Pole-axes to strike and give a blow Horses e'ne such as pamper'd in a Stable But from the Plow which were both strong and able To make a long March or endure a shock That quietly will stand firme as a rock Nor start although the Guns shoot in their face But as they 're guided goe from place to place Prudence for man and Horse she did provide Physitians Surgeons Farriers Smiths beside Wagons and Carts all Luggages to beare That none might want when in the Field they were Strict order she did give to every one For feare that by mistake they should doe wrong And as they marcht Scouts every way did goe To bring Intelligence where lay the Foe And when the Army staid some rest to take Prudence had care what Sentinels to make Men that were watchfull full of industry Not such as are debaucht or lazie lye For Armies oft by negligence are lost Which had they fought might of their valour boast But Prudence She with care still had an eye That every one had Match and Powder by Besides through a wise care though not afraid She alwayes lay intrenched where She stay'd At last the Armies both drew neare in sight Then both began to order for the fight Courage his Army was so vast and great As they did scorne the others when they met Courage did many a scornful message send But Prudence still made Patience by her stand Prudence call'd to Doubt to aske his advise But in his answers he was very nice Hope of that Army great She made but light Perswaded Prudence by any meanes to fight For why said Hope they doe us so despise That they grow carelesse error blindes their eyes Whereby we may such great advantage make As we may win and many prisoners take Then Prudence set her Army in array Chusing their Roman custome and their way In bodies small her Army she did part In Mollops which was done with care and Art Ten on a rank and seven file deep they were Between each part a lane of ground lay bare For single and loose men about to run To skirmish first before the fight begun The Battle order'd in three parts was set The next supplyes when the first part is beat Then Prudence rode about from rank to rank Taking great care to strengthen well the flanke Prudence the Van did lead Hope the right wing Patience the left and Doubt the reare did bring The other Army fiercely up did ride As thinking presently them to divide But they were much deceiv'd for when they met They saw an Army small whose force was great Then did they fight where Courage bore up high For though the worst he had he scorn'd to fly A Description of the Battle in Fight SOme with Sharp Swords to tell O most accurst Were above halfe into the bodies thrust From whence frèsh streams of bloud run all along Unto the Hilts and there lay clodded on Some their Leggs hang dangling by the Nervouse strings And Shoulders cut hung loose like flying wings Here heads are cleft in two parts braines lye masht And all their faces into slices hasht Braines only in the Pia Mater thin Which quivering lyes within that little skin Their Sculls all broke and into peeces burst By Horses hoofes and Chariot wheeles to dust Others their owne heads lyes on their owne laps And Some againe halfe cut lyes on their Paps Whose Tongues out of their mouthes are thrust at length For why the strings are cut that gave them strength Their eyes do stare the lids wide open set The little Nerves being shrunk they cannot shut And Some again those glassie bals hangs by Small slender Strings as Chains to tye the Eye Those Strings when broke Eyes fall which trundling roun Untill the filme is broke upon the ground In death their teeth strong Set their lips left bare Which grinning
imply his force Then all rose up we do submit say they To Natures will in every thing obey First Matter she brought the Materialls in And Motion cut and carv'd out every thing And Figure she did draw the Formes and Plots And Life divided all out into Lots And Nature she survey'd directed all With the foure Elements built the Worlds Ball. The solid Earth as the Foundation lai'd The Waters round about as Walls were rais'd Where every drop lies close like Stone or Bricke Whose moisture like as Morter made them sticke Aire as the Seeling keeps all close within Least some Materialls out of place might spring Aire presses downe the Seas if they should rise Would overflow the Earth and drowne the Skies For as a Roofe that 's laid upon a Wall To keepe it steddy that no side might fall So Nature Aire makes that place to take And Fire highest laies like Tyle or Slat To keepe out raine or wet else it would rot So would the World corrupt if Fire were not The Planets like as Weather-fans turne round The Sun a Diall in the midst is found Where he doth give so just account of time He measures all though round by even Line But when the Earth was made and seed did sow Plants on the Earth and Mineralls downe grow Then Creatures made which Motion gave them sense Yet reason none to give intelligence But Nature found when she was Man to make More difficult then new Worlds to create For she did strive to make him long to last Into Eternity then he was cast For in no other place could keep him long But in Eternity that Castle strong There she was sure that Death she could keep out Although he is a Warriour strong and stout Man she would make not like to other kinde Though not in Body like a God in minde Then she did call her Councell once againe Told them the greatest work edid yet remaine For how said she can we our selves new make Yet Man we must like to our selves create Or else he can never escape Deaths snare To make this worke belongs both skill and care But I a Minde will mixe as I thinke sit With Knowledge Understanding and with Wit And Motion you your Serjeants must imploye Which Passions are to waite still in the Eye To dresse and cloath this Minde in fashions new Which none knowes better how to doe 't then you What though this Body dye this Minde shall live And a free-will we must unto it give But Matter you from Figure Forme must take Different from other Creatures Man must make For he shall go upright the rest shall not And Motion you in him must tye a knot Of severall Motions there to meet in one Thus Man like to himselfe shall be alone You Life command the Fates a thread to spin From which small thread the Body shall begin And while the thread doth last not cut in twaine The Body shall in Motion still remaine But when the thread is broke then downe shall fall And for a time no Motion have at all But yet the Minde shall live and never dye We 'le raise the Body too for company Thus like our selves we can make things to live Eternally but no past times can give Deaths endeavour to hinder and obstruct Nature WHen Death did heare what Nature did intend To hinder her he all his force did bend But finding all his forces were too weake He alwaies strives the Thread of life to breake And strives to fill the Minde with black despaire Let 's it not rest in peace nor free from care And since he cannot make it dye he will Send griefe and sorrow to torment it still With grievous paines the Body he displeases And bindes it hard with chaines of strong diseases His Servants Sloth and Sleep he doth imploye To get halfe of the time before they dye But Sleep a friend to Life oft disobeyes His Masters will and softly downe her lay's Upon their weary limbs like Birds in nest And gently locks their senses up in rest A World made by Atomes SMall Atomes of themselves a World may make As being subtle and of every shape And as they dance about fit places finde Such Formes as best agree make every kinde For when we build a house of Bricke and Stone We lay them even every one by one And when we finde a gap that 's big or small We seeke out Stones to fit that place withall For when not fit too big or little be They fall away and cannot stay we see So Atomes as they dance finde places fit They there remaine lye close and fast will sticke Those that unfit the rest that rove about Do never leave untill they thrust them out Thus by their severall Motions and their Formes As severall work-men serve each others turnes And thus by chance may a New World create Or else predestinated to worke my Fate The foure principall Figur'd Atomes make the foure Elements as Square Round Long and Sharpe THE Square stat Atomes as dull Earth appeare The Atomes Round do make the Water cleere The Long streight Atomes like to Arrowes fly Mount next the points and make the Aiery Skie The Sharpest Atomes do into Fire turne Which by their peircing quality they burne That Figure makes them active active Light Which makes them get aboue the rest in flight And by this Figure they stick fast and draw Up other Atomes which are Round and Raw As Waters are round drops though nere so small Which shew that water is all sphericall That Figure makes it spungy spungy wet For being hollow softnesse doth 〈◊〉 And being soft that makes it run about More solid Atomes thrast it in or out But sharpest Atomes have most power thereon To nip it up with Cold or Heate to run But Atomes Flat are heavy dull and slow And sinking downward to the bottome go Those Figur'd Atomes are not active Light Whereas the Longe are like the Sharp in flight For as the Sharpe do pierce and get on high So do the long shoot streight and evenly The Round are next the Flat the Long next Round Those which are sharp are still the highest found The Flat turne all to Earth which lye most low The Round to Water cleer which liquid flow The Long to Aire turne from whence Clouds grow The Sharp to Fire turne which hot doth glow These Foure Figures foure Elements do make And as their Figures do incline they take For those are perfect in themselves alone Not taking any shape but what 's their owne What Forme is else must still take from each part Either from Round or Long or Square or Sharp As those that are like to Triangulars cut Part of three Figures in one Forme is put And those that bow and bend like to a Bow Like to the Round and joynted Atomes shew Those that are Branch'd or those which crooked be You may both the Long and sharp Figures see Thus severall Figures
in every Figure That every severall sort do flock together As Aire Water Earth and Fine Which make each Element to be entire Not but loose 〈◊〉 like Sheep stray about And in t o severall places go in andout And some as Sheep and Kine do mixe together Which when they mixe t is severall change of weather But Motion as their 〈◊〉 drives them so As not to let them out of order go What Atomes make Vegetables Minerals and Animals THE Eranched Atomes Formes each 〈◊〉 thing The hooked points pull out and m akes them spring The Atomes Round give Juice the Sharpe give heate And those grow Hearbs and Fruits and Flowers sweet Those that are Square and Flat not rough withall Make those which Stone and Minerals we call But in all Stones and Minerals no doubt Sharpe points do lye which Fire makes strike out Thus Vegetables Minerals do grow According as the severall Atomes go In Animals all Figures do agree But in Mankinde the best of Atomes bee And thus in Nature the whole World may be For all we know unto Eternitie What Atomes make Heate and Cold. SSuch kinde of Atomes which make Heat make Cold Like Pincers sharpe which nip and do take hold But Atomes that are pointed sharpe peirce through And Atomes which are sharpe but Hookt pull to Yet all must into pointed Figures turne For Atomes blunt will never freeze nor burne Cause 〈◊〉 Figures do to a soft Forme bend And Soft do unto 〈◊〉 or Liquid tend What Atomes make Fire to burne and what Flame WHat makes a Sparks of Fire to burne more quick Then a great Flame because 't is small to stick For Fire of it selfe it is so dry Falls into parts as crowds of Atomes lye The Sharpest Atomes keepe the Body hot To give out Heat some Atomes forth are shot Sometimes for anger the Sparkes do flye about Or want of roome the weakest are thrust out They are so sharpe that whatsoere they meet If not orepowr'd by other Atomes eate As Ants which small will eate up a dead Horse So Atomes sharpe on Bodies of lesse force Thus Atomes sharpe yet sharper by degrees As Stings in Flies are not so sharpe as Bees And when they meet a Body solid stat The weakest Flye the Sharpest worke on that Those that are not so sharpe do flye about To seeke some lighter matter to eate out So lighter Atomes do turne Aire to Flame Because more Thin and 〈◊〉 is the same Thus Flame is not so hot as Burning Coale The Atomes are too weake to take fast hold The sharpest into firmest Bodies flye But if their strength be small they quickly dye Or if their Number be not great but small The 〈◊〉 Atomes beate and quench out all What Atomes make the Sun and the Sea go round ALL pointed Atomes they to Fire turne Which by their drinesse they so light become Above the rest do flye and make a Sun Which by consent of parts a Wheele of Fire growes Which being Sphaericall in a round motion goes And as it turnes round Atomes turne about Which Atomes round are Water without doubt This makes the Sea go round like Water-Mill For as the Sun turnes round so doth the water still What Atomes make Life ALL pointed Atomes to Life do tend Whether pointed all or at one end Or whether Round are set like to a Ring Or whether Long are roul'd as on a String Those which are pointed streight quick Motion give But those that bowe and bend more dull do live For Life lives dull or merrilie According as Sharpe Atomes be The Cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes make Death LIfe is a Fire and burnes full hot But when Round watry Atomes power have got Then do they quench Lifes Atomes out Blunting their Points and kill their courage stout Thus they sometimes do quite thrust out each other When equall mix'd live quietly together The cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes cause Sicknesse WHen sicke the Body is and well by fits Atomes are fighting but none 〈◊〉 better gets If they agree then Health returnes againe And so shall live as long as Peace remaine What Atomes make a Dropsie WHen Atomes round do meet joyne in one Ball Then they swell high and grow Hydropicall Thus joyning they ' come strong so powerfull grow All other Atomes they do overflow What Atomes make a Consumption THE Atomes sharpe when they together meet They grow so hot all other Atomes beate And being hot becomes so very dry They drinke Lifes moisture up make motion dye What Atomes make the wind Collick LOng aiery Atomes when they are combin'd Do spread themselves abroad and so make Wind Making a Length and Breadth extend so far That all the rest can neither go nor stir And being forc'd not in right places lye Thus press'd too hard Man in great paine doth lye What Atomes make a Palsey or Apoplexy DUll Atomes flat when they together joyne And with each other in a heape combine This Body thicke doth stop all passage so Keeps Motion out so num'd the Body grow Atomes that are sharpe in which Heate doth live Being smothered close no heate can give But if those Atomes flat meet in the Braine They choake the Spirits can no hea te obtaine In all other Diseases they are mixed taking parts and factions BUT in all other Diseases they are mix'd And not in one consisting Body fix'd But do in factions part then up do rise Striving to beate each other out Man dies All things are govern'd by Atomes THus Life and Death and young and old Are as the severall Atomes hold So Wit and Vnderstanding in the Braine Are as the severall Atomes reigne And Dispositions good or ill Are as the severall Atomes still And every Passion which doth rise Is as the severall Atomes lies Thus Sicknesse Health and Peace and War Are alwaies as the severall Atomes are A warr with Atomes SOme factious Atomes will agree combine They strive some form'd Body to unjoyne The Round beate out the Sharpe the Long The Flat do fight withall thus all go wrong Those which make Motion Generall in their war By his direction they much stronger are Atomes and Motion fall out WHen Motion and all Atomes disagree Thunder in Skies and sicknesse in Men bee Earthquakes and Windes which make disorder great T is when that Motion all the Atomes beate In this confusion a horrid noise they make For Motion will not let them their right places take Like frighted Flocks of Sheepe together run Thus Motion like a Wolfe doth worry them The agreement of some kinde of Motion with some kinde of Atomes SOme Motion with some Atomes well agree Fits them to places right as just may bee By Motions helpe they so strong joyne each to That hardly Motion shall againe undo Motions inconstancy oft gives such power To Atomes as they can Motion devoure
Senses all do take delight Yet you upon my Entrals alwaies bite My flesh cate up that all my bones are bare With the sharpe Teeth of Sorrow Griefe and Care Drawes out my Blood from Veines with envious spight Decaies my Strength with shame or extreame fright With Love extreamly sicke I lye With cruell hate you make me dye Mind Care keeps you from all hurt or falling low Sorrow and Griefe are Debts to Friends we owe. Feare makes man just to give each one his owne Shame makes Civility without there 's none Hate makes good Lawes that all may live in Peace Love brings Society and gets Increase Besides with Joy I make the Eyes looke gay With pleasing Smiles they dart forth every way With Mirth the Cheeks are fat smooth Rosie-red Your Speech flowes Wit when Fancies fill the Head If I were gone you 'ld misse my Company Wish we were joyn'd againe or you might dye A Complaint of VVater Earth and Aire against the Sun by way of Dialogue Moisture to Earth THere 's none hath such an Enemy as I The Sun doth drinke me up when he 's a dry He sucks me out of every hole I lye Drawes me up high from whence I downe do fall In Showers of Raine am broke in peeces small Where I am forc'd to Earth for helpe to call Strait Earth her Porous doors sets open wide And takes me in with hast on every side Then joynes my Limbs fast in a slowing Tide Earth to Moisture Alas Deare Friend the Sun my greatest Fee My tender Buds he blast as they do grow He burnes my Face and makes it 〈◊〉 and dry He sucks my Breast which starves my Young thereby Thus I and all my Young for thirst were slaine But that with Wet you fill my 〈◊〉 againe Aire to Earth and Moisture The Sun doth use me ill as all the rest For his hot Soultry heats do me molest Melts me into a thin and slowing Flame To make him light when men it Day do name Corrupts me makes me full of 〈◊〉 soares Which Putresaction on mens Bodies poures Or else the subtle Flame into mens Spirits run Which makes them raging or starke mad become Drawes me into a length and breadth till I Become so thin with windy wings do flye Never can leave till all my Spirits spent And then I dye and leave no Monument The Sun to 〈◊〉 O most unkind and most ungratefull Earth I am thy Mid-wife brings your Young to Birth I with my heat do cause your Young to grow And with my light I teach them how to go My Sun-Bcames are Strings whereon to hold For feare they fall and breake their Limbs on Cold. All to Maturity I do bring and give Youth Beauty Strength and make Old Age to live The Sun to 〈◊〉 ' ater Sluggish Moisture I active and light make All grosse and corrupt I Humours away take All Superfluity I dry up cleane That nothing but pure Christall water 's seen The hard-bound Cold I loosen and unty When you in Icy Chaines a Prisoner lye With 〈◊〉 your Limbs are nipt and bit with Cold Your smooth and glassie Face makes wrinkled Old I make you nimble soft and faire And Liquid Nourishing and Debonaire The Sun to Aire Aire I purge and make it cleere and bright Black Clouds dissolve which make the Day seem Night The crude raw Vapours I digest and straine The thicker part all into Showers of Raine The thinnest part I turne all into Winds Which like a Broome sweeps out all Dirt it findes The cleerest part turne into Azure Skie Hang'd all with Stars and next the Gods you lye A Dialogue between Earth and Cold. Earth O Cruell Cold to life an Enemy A Misery to Man and Posterity Most envious Cold to Stupifie Mens Braine Destroies that Monarchy where Wit should reigne Tyrant thou art to bind the Waters clear In Chaines of Ice lye fetter'd halfe the yeare Imprisons every thing that dwels in me Shutting my Porous doors no Light can see And smothered am almost up to death Each hole is stopt so close can take no breath Congeales the Aire to massie Clouds of Snow Like Mountaines great they on my Body throw And all my Plants and strong great fruit 〈◊〉 Trees You nip to death or cloath them in course Freeze My fresh green Robes which 〈◊〉 me fine and gay You strip me of or change to black or gray For feare of Cold my Moisture shrinks so low My Head weares bald no 〈◊〉 thereon will grow And breakes the Suns bright 〈◊〉 their heat destroy Which takes away my comfort and my joy And makes my Body stiff so deadly numb'd That in my Veines nothing will fluent run Cold. Why do you thus complaine poore Earth and grieve I give you strength and make you long to live I do refresh you from the Scorching Sun I give you breath which makes you strong become I cloath you from the Cold with Milke-white Snow Send downe your Sap to nourish you below For if that heat should dwell and long time stay His Thirst would drinke your Moisture all away I take nought from you nor do make you poore But like a Husband good do keepe your Store My Ice are Locks and Barrs all safe to keepe From Busie Motion gives you quiet sleepe For heat is active and doth you molest Doth make you worke and never let you rest Heat spends your Spirits makes you crackt and dry Drinkes all him selfe with Thirst you almost dye With Sweating Labour you grow weake and faint I wonder why you make such great complaint Earth Both Heat and Cold in each extreame Degree Two Hells they are though contrary they be Two Devils are torment me with great paines One shoots hot Arrowes th' other ties in Chaines A Dialogue betwixt Earth and Darknesse Earth OHorrid Darknesse and you powers of Night Melancholy Shades made by obstructed Lights Why so Cruell what Evil have I done To part me from my Husband the bright Sun Darknesse I do not part you he me hither sends Whilst Hee rides about to visit all his Friends Besides 〈◊〉 hath more Wives to love then you He never constant is to one nor true Earth You do him wrong for though he Journies make For Exercise he care for me doth take He leaves his Stars and 's Sister in his place To comfort me whilst 〈◊〉 doth run his Race But you do come most wicked 〈◊〉 Night And rob me of that faire and Silver Light Darknesse The Moon and Stars they are but shadowes thin Small Cob-web Lawne they from his Light do spin Which they in scorned do make you to disgrace As a thin Vaile to cover your Ill Face For Moon or Stars have no strong Lights to shew A Colour true nor how you bud or grow Onely some Ghosts do rise and take delight To walke about when that the Moon shines bright Earth Your are deceiv'd they cast no such Disguise Strive me to please by twinkling in the Skies And
with ore-nice Pedantry The Hunting of the Hare BEtwixt two Ridges of 〈◊〉 land lay Wat Pressing his Body close to Earth lay squat His Nose upon his two Fore-feet close lies Glaring obliquely with his great gray Fyes His Head he alwaies sets against the Wind If turne his Taile his Haires blow up behind Which he too cold will grow but he is wise And keepes his Coat still downe so warm he lies Thus resting all the day till Sun doth set Then riseth up his Reliefe for to get Walking about until the Sun doth rise Then back returnes downe in his Forme he lyes At last Poore Wat was found as he there lay By Hunts-men with their Dogs which came that way Seeing gets up and fast begins to run Hoping some waies the 〈◊〉 Dogs to shun But they by Nature have so quick a Sent That by their Nose they trace what way he went And with their deep wide Mouths set forth a Cry Which answer'd was by Ecchoes in the Skie Then Wat was struck with Terrour and with Feare Thinkes every Shadow still the Dogs they were And running out some distance from the noise To hide himselfe his Thoughts he new imploies Under a Clod of Earth in Sand-pit wide Poore Wat fat close hoping himselfe to hide There long he 〈◊〉 not sat but strait his Eares The Winding 〈◊〉 and crying Dogs he heares Starting with Feare up leapes then doth he run And with such speed the Ground scarce treades upon Into a great thick Wood 〈◊〉 strait way gets Where underneath a broken Bough he sits At every Lease that with the wind did shake Did bring such 〈◊〉 made his Heart to ake That Place he left to Champian Plaines he went Winding about for to deceive their Sent. And while they 〈◊〉 were to sind his Track Poore Wat being weary his swift pace did slack On his two hinder legs for ease did sit His Fore-feet rub'd his Face from Dust and Sweat Licking his Feet he wip'd his Eares so cleane That none could tell that Wat had hunted been But casting round about his faire great Eyes The Hounds in full Careere he 〈◊〉 him ' spies To Wat it was so terrible a Sight Feare gave him Wings and made his Body light Though weary was before by running long Yet now his Breath he never felt more strong Like those that dying are think Health returnes When t is but a faint Blast which Life out burnes For Spirits seek to guard the Heart about Striving with Death but Death doth quench them out Thus they so fast came on with such loud Cries That he no hopes hath left nor help espies With that the Winds did pity poore Wats case And with their Breath the Sent blew from the Place Then every Nose is busily imployed And every Nostrill is set open wide And every Head doth seek a severall way To find what 〈◊〉 or Track the Sent on lay Thus quick Industry that is not slack Is like to Witchery brings lost things back For though the Wind had 〈◊〉 the Sent up close A Busie Dog thrust in his 〈◊〉 Nose And drew it out with it did foremost run Then Hornes blew loud for th' rest to follow on The great slow-Hounds their throats did set a Base The Fleet swift Hounds as Tenours next in place The little Beagles they a Trebble sing And through the Aire their Voice a round did ring Which made a Consort as they ran along If they but words could speak might sing a Song The Hornes kept time the Hunters shout for Joy And valiant seeme poore Wat for to destroy Spurring their Horses to a full Careere Swim Rivers deep leap Ditches without feare Indanger Life and Limbes so fast will ride Onely to see how patiently Wat died For why the Dogs so neere his Heeles did get That they their sharp Teeth in his Breech did set Then tumbling downe did fall with weeping Eyes Gives up his Ghost and thus poore Wat he dies Men hooping loud such Acclamations make As if the Devill they did Prisoner take When they do but a shiftlesse Creature kill To hunt there needs no Valiant Souldiers skill But Man doth think that Exercise and Toile To keep their Health is best which makes most spoile Thinking that Food and Nourishment so good And Appetite that feeds on Flesh and Blood When they do Lions Wolves Beares Tigers see To kill poore Sheep strait say they cruell be But for themselves all Creatures think too few For Luxury wish God would make them new As if that God made Creatures for Mans meat To give them Life and Sense for Man to eat Or else for Sport or Recreations sake Destroy those Lifes that God saw good to make Making their Stomacks Graves which full they fill With Murther'd Bodios that in sport they kill Yet Man doth think himselfe so gentle mild When he of Creatures is most cruell wild And is so Proud thinks onely he shall live That God a God-like Nature did him give And that all Creatures for his sake alone Was made for him to Tyramize upon The hunting of the Stag. THere was a Stag did in the Forrest lye Whose Neck was long and Hornes branch'd up high His Haunch was broad Sides large and Back was long His Legs were Nervous and his Joynts were strong His Haire lay sleek and smooth upon his Skin None in the Forrest might compare with him In Summers heat he in coole Brakes him laies Which grew so high kept of the Suns hot Raies In Evenings coole or dewy Mornings new Would he rise up and all the Forrest view Then walking to some cleare and Christall Brook Not for to Drink but on his Hornes to look Taking such Pleasure in his Stately Crowne His Pride forgets that Dogs might pull him downe From thence unto a Shady Wood did go Where Streightest Pines and tallest Cedars grow And upright Olives which th' loving Vine oft twines And slender Birch bowes head * to golden Mines Small Aspen 〈◊〉 which shakes like Agues cold That from perpetuall Motion never hold The sturdy Oake on Foamy Scas doth ride Firre which tall Masts doth make where Sailes are tied The weeping Maple and the Poplar green Whos 's Cooling Buds in Salves have healing been The Fatting Chestnut and the Hasle small The Smooth-rind Eeech which groweth large and tall The Loving Myrtle is for Amorous kind The yeilding Willow as inconstant Mind The Cypres sad which makes the Funerall Hearse And Sicomors where Lovers write their Verse And Juniper which gives a pleasant smell And many more which were too long to tell Round from their Sappy Roots sprout Branches small Some call it Vnder-wood that 's never tall There walking through the Stag was hindred much The bending Twigs his Hornes would often catch While on the tender 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 did bronse His Fyes were troubl'd 〈◊〉 the broken 〈◊〉 Then strait He seaks this Labyrinth to unwind But hard it was his first way out to find Unto this Wood a rising
when these Garments are growne old and bare With Sicknesse torne Death takes them off with care And folds them up in Peace and quiet Rest So laies them safe within an Earthly Chest. Then scoures them and makes them sweet and cleane Fit for the Soule to weare those Cloaths agen Natures Grange GRounds of losse was plow'd with Sorrowes deep Wherein was sowed Cares a Fertile Seed Carts of Industry Horses of Hopes drew Laden with Expectations in Barnes of Braines they threw Cowes of Content which gave the Milk of Ease Curds prest with Love which made a Friend-ship Cheese Cream of Delight was put in Pleasures Churn Wherein short time the Butter of Joyes come Sweet Whey of Teares from laughing Eyes did run Thus Houswifery Nature her selfe hath done Eggs of Revenge were laid by some designe Chickens of Mischiefe hatch'd with Words divine Nourishment the Poultry fat doth cram And so She doth all Creatures else and Man And Nature makes the Fates to sit and spin And Destiny laies out and brings Flax in For Nature in this Housewifry doth take Great pleasure the Cloath of Life to make And every Garment she her selfe cutsout Disposing to her Creatures all about Where some do weare them long all thread-bare torne And some do cast them off before halfe worne Thus Nature busily doth her selfe imploy On every Creature small till they do dye When any dies that work is done And then a new work is begun Comparing the Tongue to a VVheele THE Tongue 's a Wheele to spin words from the Mind A Thread of Sense doth Vnderstanding twine The Lips a Loom to weave those words of Sense Into a fine Discourse each Eare presents This Cloath 〈◊〉 Chest of Memory 's laid up Untill for Judgments Shirts it out be cut Similizing the Braine to a Garden THE Braine a Garden seemes full of Delight Whereon the Sun of Knowledge shineth bright Where Fancy flowes and runs in Bubbling Streames Where Flowers growes upon the Banks of Dreames Whereon the Dew of sleepy Eyes doth fall Bathing each Leafe and every Flower small There various Thoughts as severall Flowers grow Some Milk-white Innocence as Lillies shew Fancies as painted Tulips colours sixt By Natures Pencils they are iatermixt Some as sweet Roses which are newly blowne Others as tender Buds not full out growne Some as small Violets yet much sweetnesse bring Thus many Fancies from the Braine still spring Their Wit as Butter-flies hot love do make On every Flower fine their pleasure take Dancing about each Leafe in pleasant sort Passing their time away in Amorous sport Like Cupids young their painted Wings display And with Apolloe's golden Beames they play Industry as Bees suck out the sweet Wax of Invention gather with their Feet Then on their Wings of Fame flye to their Hive From Winter of sad Death keeps them alive There Birds of Poetry sweet Notes still sing Which through the World as through the Aire ring Where on the Branches of Delight do sit Pruning their Wings which are with Study wet Then to the Cedars of High Honour flye Yet rest not there but mount up to the Skie Similizing the Heart to a Harp the Head to an Organ the Tongue to a Lute to make a Consort of Musick THE Heart like to a Harp compare I may The Passions strings on which the Mind doth play A Harmony when they just time do keep With Notes of Peace they bring the Soule to sleep The Head unto an Organ I compare The 〈◊〉 as severall Pipes make Musick there Imagination's Bag doth draw then blow Windy Opinions by which the Thoughts go The small Virgin all Jacks which skip about Are severall Francies that run in and out The Tongue a Lute the Breath are Strings strung strong The Teeth are Pegs Words Fingers play thereon These moving all a sweet soft Musick make Wise Sentences as grounds of Musick take Witty light Aires are pleasant to the Eare Straines of Description all Delights to heare In Quavers of Similizing lies great Art Flourishes of Eloquence a sweet part Stops of Reproofe wherein there must be skill Flattering Division delights the Mind still All Thoughts as severall 〈◊〉 these just do play And thus the Mind doth passe its time away Similizing the VVindes to Musick NO better Musick then the Windes can make If all their severall Notes right places take The Full the Halfe the Quarter-Note can set The Base the Tenor and the Treble sit The strong big Base the Northern wind doth sing The East is the sweet soft small Treble String The South and West as Tenors both applied By East by West by South and North divide All that this Musick meets it moves to dance If Bodies yeilding be with a Compliance The Clouds do dance in circle hand in hand Wherein the mids the Worldly Ball doth stand The Seas do dance with Ships upon their back Where Capering high they many times do Wrack As Men which venture on the Ropes to dance Oft tumble downe if they too high Advance But Dust like Country-clownes no measure keep But rudely run together on a Heap Trees grave and civilly first bow their Head Towards the Earth then every Leafe will spred And every Twig each other will salute Embracing oft and kisse each others Root And so each other Plant and Flower gay Will sweetly dance when that the Windes do play But when they 're out of Tune they Discord make Disorder all not one right place can take But when Apollo with his Beames doth play He places all againe in the right way Of a Picture hung in Natures House A Painter was to draw the Firmament A round plump Face the same he did present His Pencils were the Beames shot from faire Eyes Where some of them he in red Blushes dies Which as the Morning when the Clouds are cleare Shewes just so red before the Sun appeare An Azure-blew from Veines he drawes a Skie And for the Sun a faire and great gray Eye A Raine-bow like a Brow doth pencill out Which circles halfe a weeping Eye about From pure pale Complexions takes a White Mixt with a Countenance sad he shades a Night Thus Heaven as faire that doth a Face present Which is adorn'd with Beauty excellent Natures Exercise and Pastime GReat Nature by Variations lives For she no constant course to any gives We find in Change she swiftly runs about To keep her Health and yet long Life no doubt And we are onely Food for Nature Fine Our Flesh her Meat our Blood is her Strong Wine The Trees and Hearbes Fruits Roots and Flowers sweet Are but her 〈◊〉 or such cooling Meat The Sea 's her Bath to wash and cleanse her in When She is weary hot or Journey bin The Sun 's her Fire he serves her many waies His Lights her Looking-glasse and Beauties praise The Wind her Horses paces as she please The Clouds her Chariot soft to sit in ease The Earth's her Ball by which She trundles round
In this slow Exercise much Good hath found Night is her Bed her rest therein to take Silence watches least Noise might her awake The Spheares her Musick and the 〈◊〉 way Is where She dances whilst those Spheares do play Natures City NAture of Mountaines Rocks a City built Where many severall Creatures therein dwelt The Citizens are Wormes which seldome stir But sit within their Shops and sell their Ware The Moles are Magistrates who undermine Each ones Estate that they their Wealth may sinde With their Extortions they high Houses builds To take their Pleasure in called Mole-hills The lazy Dormouse 〈◊〉 doth keep Much in their Houses eat and drink and sleep Unlesse it be to hunt about for Nuts Wherein the sport is still to sill their Guts The Peasant Ants īndustrious are to get Provisions store hard Labours make them sweet They dig they draw they plow and reap with care And what they get they to their Barnes do beare But after all their Husbandry and Paines Extortion comes and eates up all their Gaines And Merchant Bugs of all sorts they Traffick on all things travell every way But Vapours they are Artisans with skill And make strong Windes to send which way they will They make them like a Ball of Wild-fire to run Which spreads it selfe about when that round Forme's undone This is the City which great Nature makes And in this City Nature pleasure takes Natures Market IN Natures Market you may all things finde Of severall Sorts and of each severall Kind Carts of Sicknesse bring Paines and Weaknesse in And Baskets full of Surfets some do bring Fruits of Green-sicknesse there are to be sold And Collick Hearbes which are both hot and cold Lemmon of sharp Paine soure Orange sores Besides those things within this Market store Of two Hearts THere were two Hearts an hundred Acres wide Which hedg'd were round and ditcht on every side The one was very rich and fertile Ground The other Barren where small good was found In Pasture Grasse of Virtue grew up high Where Noble Thoughts did feed continually There they grew nimble strong and very large Fit for the Manage or in War to charge Or like good Kine that give the Milk of Wit And Cream of Wisedome for grave Counsels fit And Sheep of Patience whose Wool is thick and long Upon their Backs and Sides to keep out Wrong Rich Meadowes where the Hay of Faith doth grow Which with the Sithes of Reason downe we mow Devotions stackt it up on Hay-cocks high For feare in Winter Death the Soule should dye On Barren Ground there nothing well will grow Which is the cause I no good Seed will sow First soure Rye of crabbed Nature ill Which gives the Collick of displeasure still And cruell Hempseed hanging Ropes to make And treacherous Linseed small Birds for to take And many such like Seeds this Ground doth beare As cole black Branck and Melancholy Tare The other parts so sipid and so dry That neither Furse nor Ling will grow but dye Rich Arable good Education plow'd Deep Furroughs of Discretion well allowed And severall sorts of Seeds about did sow Where Crops of Actions good in full Eares grow First Wheat of Charity a fruitfull Seed It makes the Bread of Life the Poore to feed Ripe valiant Barley which strong Courage make Drinking the Spirits no Affront will take And Hospitable Peas firm Friend-ship breeds And gratefull Oates restoring still good Deeds This Corne is reapt by Fames sharp Sithe and cut And into large great Barnes of Honour put Where Truth doth thresh it out from grosse abuse Then Honesty doth grind it fit for Vse Similizing the Clouds to Horses THe Aiery Clouds do swistly run a Race And one another follow in a Chase. Like Horses some are sprightfull nimble fleet Others sweld big with watry Spavind Feet Which lag behind as tir'd in mid-way Or else like Resty Jades stock-still will stay They of all severall Shapes and Colours be Of severall Tempers seldome well agree As when we see Horses which highly fed Do proudly snort their Eyes look fiery red So Clouds exhaled fed by the hot Sun With Sulphur and Salt-Peter feirce become Flashing out Fire when together strike And with their Flames do th' World with Terrour fright Meeting each others they Encounters make With strong Assaults they one another break Falling upon each others Head and Back Nere parted are but by a Thunder Clap Pouring downe Showres of Raine upon the Earth Blow out strong Gusts of Wind with their long Breath Then Boreas whips them up and makes them run Till their Spirits are spent and Breath is gone Apollo breakes and backs them fit to ride Bridling with his hot Beames their strengths to guide And gives them Heates untill they foam and sweat Then wipes them dry least they a Cold should get Leades them into the middle Region Stable Where are all sorts dull quick weak and able But when they loose do get having no feares They fall together all out by the Eares Similizing Birds to a Ship BIrds from the Cedars tall which take a flight On stretched Wings to beare their Bodies light As Ships do saile over the Ocean wide So Birds do saile and through the Aire glide Their Bodies as the Keele Feet Cable Rope The Head the Steer-man is which doth guide the Poope Their Wines as Sailes with Wind are stretcht out wide But hard it is to flye against the Iide For when the Clouds do flow against their Breast Soon weary grow and on a Bough they rest THose Verses still to me do seem the best Where Lines run smooth and Wit eas'ly exprest Where Fancies flow as gentle Waters glide Where Flowry banks of Fancies grow each side That when they read Delight may them invite To read againe and wish they could so write For Verse must be like to a Beauteous Face Both in the Eye and in the Heart take place Where Readers must like Lovers wish to be Alwaies in their Deare Mistris Company Similizing the Mind THE Mind 's a Merchant trafficking about The Ocean of the 〈◊〉 to finde Opinions out Remembrance is the Ware-house to lay in Goods which Imaginations Ships do bring Which severall Trades-men of beliefe still buies They onely gaine in Truth but loose by Lies Thoughts as the Journey-men and 〈◊〉 Boies Do help to 〈◊〉 the Wares and sell the Toies A Prospect of a Church in the Mind STanding at Imaginations Window high I saw a Prospect in the Mind to lye Shutting the Ignorant Eye as close may be Because the Eye of Knowledge cleare might see Drawing a Circle round of fine Conceits Contracting Extravagant Speeches strait The more I view'd my Eye the farther went Till Vnderstandings Sight was almost spent An Isle of Thoughts so long could see no End Fill'd full of Fancies Light to me there seem'd Pillars of Judgments thick stood on a row And in this Isle Motion walk'd to and fro Feare
And when those tears did fail with their owne weight With new-borne tears supplyed their places strait She held a 〈◊〉 secm'd with courage bold Griese bid her strike but Feare did bid her hold Impatience rays'd her voyce and shricking shrill Which sounded like a Trumpet on a hill Her face was flickt like Marble streak'd with red Caus'd by Griefes vapours flying to her head Her bosome bare her garments loose and wide And in this posture lay by Deaths cold side By chance a man who had a fluent tongue Came walking by seeing her lye along Pittying her sad condition and her griefe Did straine by Rhethorisks help to give reliefe Why doe you mourne said he and thus complaine Since grief wil neither Death nor Gods restraine When they at first all Creatures did create And gave them life to death predestinate Your sorrow cannot alter their 〈◊〉 Nor call back life by your impatiency Nor can the dead from Love receive a beat Nor heares the sound of lamentations great For Death is stupid being numb'd and cold No eares to heare nor eyes for to behold Then mourn no more since you no help can give Take pleasure in your Beauty whiles you live For in the fairest Nature pleasure takes But if you dye then Death his triumph makes At last his words like Keyes unlock'd her eares And then she strait considers what she heares Pardon you Gods said she my murmuring crime My griefe shall ne're dispute your Will Divine And in sweet life will I take most delight And so went home with that fond Carpet-Knight On a Mourning Beauty VPon the Hill of Melancholy sate A Mourning Beauty but no word she spake Silent as Night where no Articulate noyse Did once rise up shut close from light of joyes Only a wind of Sighs which doth arise From the deep Cave the Heart wherein those lyes Saa'nesse as a Vaile over her face was flung Sorrow a Mantle black about her hung Her leaning Head upon her hand did rest The other hand was laid upon the Breast Her Eyes did humble bow towards the ground The Earth the object in her Eyes quite drown'd From her soft Heart a spring of tears did rise Which run from the two fountaines of her eyes And where those Showers fell Flowers up sprung No comfort give their Heads for griefe down hung Yet did the Stars shine bright as Tapers by Shadows of light did sit as Mourners nigh At last the Gods did pitty her sad Fate Her to a shining Comet did translate Of Sorrowes Teares INto the Cup of Love poure Sorrowes teares Where every drop a perfect Image beares And trickling down the Hill of Beauties check Falls on the Breast dives through the Heart to meet Which Heart burnt up would be with fire of grief Did not those tears with moysture give reliefe An Elegy on a Widow WIdow which honour to her Husband gave By vertuous life and faithful to her Grave Set Altars on this Hearse for memory And let her Fame live here eternally Here celebrate her Name and bring Your Offerings and all her praises sing For she was one whom Nature strove to make A Pattern fit Ensamples out to take On a Mother that dyed for griefe of her only Daughter which dyed VNto this Grave let unkind Parents come And touch these loving Ashes in this urne All the dislike Parents in Children find Shall vanish quite and be of Nature kind For in this Tombe such pure Love buried lyes None perfect is but what from hence doth rise On a beautifull young Maid that dyed Daughter to the grieved Mother YOu Lovers all come mourne here and lament Over this Grave and build a Monument For Beauties everlasting memory The world shall never such another see Her face did seem like to a Glory bright And when the Sun did rise from her took light The Sun and Moon could ne're eclips'd have been If ere those Planets had her beauty seen Nor had this Isle been subject to dark nights Had not sleep shut her eyes so stop'd those lights No Bodies could infection take her breath Did cleanse the Aire restoring life from death But Nature finding she had been too free In making such a mighty Power as She Used all Industry's powerfull Art and skil Gave Death a greater power this body to kill For if that Nature let this body live She had no work for Death nor Fates to give The Funerall of Calamity CAlamity was laid on Sorrows Hearse And coverings had of Melancholy verse Compassion as kind friends doth mourning goe And tears about the Corps as flowers strow A Garland of deep sighs by pitty made On the sad Corps of Calamity laid Bels of complaints did ring it to the Grave And History a monument of fame it gave OF a Funerall ALas who shall condole my Funerall Since none is neere that doth my life concern Or who shall drop a sacrificing tear If none but enemies my hearse shall bear For here 's no mourner to lament my fall But all rejoyced in my fate though sad And think my heavie ruine far too light So cruell is their 〈◊〉 and their spight For men no pitty nor compassion have But all in savage wildernesse doe delight To wash and bathe themselves in my pure bloud As if they health receiv'd from that red floud Yet will the Winds ring out my knell And shouring raine fall on my hearse And Birds as Mourners sit thereon And Grasse a covering grow upon Rough stones as Scutchions shall adorne my Tombe And Glow worm burning Tapers stand thereby Night sable covering shall me over-spread Elegies of Man-drakes groans shall write me dead Then let no Spade nor Pick-axe dig me up But let my bones lye quietly in peace For who the dead dislodges from their grave Shall neither blessednesse nor honour have An Elegy on my Brother Lill'd in these unhappy VVarres DEare Brother thy Idea in my minde doth lye And is intomb'd in my sad memory Where every day I to thy Shrine doe goe And offer tears which from my eyes doe flow My heart the fire whose flames are ever pure Laid on Loves Altar last till life endure My sorrows incense strew of sighs fetch'd deep My thoughts doe watch while they sweet spirit sleeps Dear blessed soul though thou art gone yet lives Thy fame on earth and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 praises give But all 's too smal for thy Heroick minde Was above all the praises of Man-kinde Of the death and buriall of Truth TRuth in the Golden Age was healthy strong But in the Silver Age grew leane and wan i th' Brazen Age sore sick abed did lye And in the last hard Iron Age did dye Measuring and Reckoning both being just She as her two Executors did trust Her goods for to distribute all about To her dear friends as Legacies gave out First usefull Arts the life of men to ease Then those of pleasure which the mind doe please Distinguishments from that to this to shew What 's best to
in a Circulation That all the fixt Stars are Suns That all the Planets are other worlds That Motion is the Creator of all things at least of all formes That Death is only a privation of Motion as Darknesse is a privation of Light That the Soule is a thing and nothing This motion which this Noble Lord made was enacted by the whole Parliament with much applause When he was set down my Lord Reason rose and thus spake My Lord I should thinke in my judgement that it would be beneficiall to the Common-wealth that there should be a Statute made against all false Coyne as dissembling tears and hollow sighs flattering words and feigning smiles But upon this Speech rose up one of the Lords and thus spake My Lord THe Propositions of this Lord are very dangerous for if this great Councell of Parliament should goe about to call in all false Coyne which is minted they must call in all which is in the Kingdome to make a triall of the currantnesse which would discontent most therein For why the stamp is so lively and artificially imprinted therein as it is impossible for the right to bee knowne from the false Further my Lord these Coynes are so cunningly mixt with Alehemy as the difference would hardly he knowne if they were now melted With that rose up one of the Judges and said thus My Lord IT is an ancient Law belonging to this Kingdome to make it death for any to clip currant Coyne with Hypocrisie or to mixe falshood with slander and if this abuse should be winckt at there would be no commerce with this Kingdom and Truth The Lord Reason rose up againe and said thus My Lord THere is another abuse in this Kingdom which is there are many Luxurious Palats as they doe destroy the strength of the Stomack and quench out the naturall heate therein making it so weake by reason of ill digestion never giving so much time as to make a good concoction to breed new bloud as there is like if speedy order be not taken to prevent it may come a Dearth of Flesh over all the Kingdom of the Body Upon this Judge Taste rose up and thus spake My Lord THere was never any Lawes made in all the former Kings reigne that there should be a perpetuall abstinency but only in time of Lent when the pennance of Physick was taken For if the stomack should eate sparingly and not such things as the Appetite doth desire the Body of the Kingdom would grow weak and faint and all Industry would cease for the Legs would never be able to goe nor the Hands to worke nor the Armes to 〈◊〉 the Complexion would grow pale the Skin rough the Liver dry and all the parts of the Kingdom would grow unfit for use that if a warre of sicknesse should come they would never be able to defend themselves The same Lord Reason rose up and said thus My Lord THere is another great abuse which is in Articulate and Vocall sounds or tone of the Voyces for most when they read do so whine raising their Notes upon the Peg of the Tongue so high as they crack the strings of Sense or else the singers of words play so fast as they keep no stops or else so slow as they make more stops then they should which make it preposterous Truly my Lord if these be not rectified all the Nobles of understanding wil be ruinated and affronted with a seeming Non-Sense This was disputed hard on before it would be pass'd but at last it was After this Dispute there was a Lord rose up and said thus My Lord WEE spend here our time to rectifie the Errours that are committed in the Kingdome amongst our selves and not considering the danger we live in from forraigne enemies abroad which are Rhyming 〈◊〉 who make continuall inrodes stealing all our Cattle of Fancies and plunder us of our best and richest conceipts which if we doe not provide Armes of Rhethoricke to exclaime against them they may chance to usurp the Crowne of Wit and make themselves Heires to that they were never borne to Wherefore my Lord let us joyne to set up Forts of Satyrs and there plant Cannons of Scorne from thence to shoot Bullets of Scoffes to strike them dead with shame To this all the House assented In the meane time the lower House were busily imployed with affaires too about Naturalizing a Gentleman For one of the Members said Master Speaker THere is a Gentleman one Mr. Friendship desires to be Naturaliz'd by the Parliament Another Member rose and said thus Master Speaker IN my sense it is very prejudiciall to Naturalize Strangers for why should Strangers receive the same Priviledges with the Natives and to be made capable to inherit our Lands unlesse we could cut off the Entayles of Affection which are tyed to their Native Country the Kingdome of Parents or the Islands of Children or the Provinces of Brethren and Kindred otherwise it is likely they will turne Rebels if a warre chance to be with this Kingdome and that where they were borne With that the former Gentleman rose up and said Master Speaker I Would not preferre this Gentlemans suite had he been borne in the Land of Obligation Civilities or Courtesies but he was borne in the Land of Sympathy whereunto this Kingdome hath a relation by reason our King hath a right therein and ought to have the power thereof by the Lawes of Justice for his Mother Queene 〈◊〉 was Daughter to the Sympathian King so that this Gentleman Master Friendship in Justice is a naturall Subject to our King although not a Citizen in the Common-wealth Hereupon the House was divided some gave their Voyces for Him others against Him but when they came to be numbred he had most Voices on his side for he had been so industrious in Petitioning every particular Member before hand that he made himselfe many friends some out of favour to himselfe others for the good will to those that favoured him so that one way or other it was sent up to the upper House where my Lord Reason spoke so well in his behalfe as the Act passed for him After this there was a Member rose and said Master Speaker THere are in the Kingdome some grievances which ought to be reform'd which is to make an Act That all the High Wayes and common Rodes should be mended and kept in repaire For in some Mouths the Teeth are so foule and rotten and such deep holes as great peeces of meat tumble downe into the Saw-pits of the Maw without chewing The next is that many Nose-bridges are ready to fall downe by reason the great French Pox doth travell so often over them as they crack the very foundation thereof The third is That the Stomack is so often over-flowed with Drink by rea'on the Throat sluces are so wide as the Kingdome is not only much impaired thereby making obstructions by reason there passes oft-times much mud of Meat with
boileth fast Then stirs it with a Ladle of Distast The Fat of Gluttons in the Pot did flow And Roots of severall Vices in did throw And severall Hearbs as aged Time that 's dry Heart-burning Parsley Buriall Rosemary Then powers it out into Repentant Dishes And sends it up by Shadowes of vaine Wishes A Heart drest LIfe takes a Heart and Passions puts therein And covers it with a dissembling Skin Then take some Anger that like Pepper bite And Vinegar that 's sharp and made of Spight Hot Ginger of Revenge grated in Flunge To which she addes a lying cloven Tongue A lazy flake of Mace that lies downe flat Some Salt of Slander put also to that Then serves it up with Sauce of Jealousie In Dishes of Carefull Industry Head and Braines ABraine that 's wash'd with Reasons cleare From Grosse Opinions Dulnesse lying there And Judgment hard and sound is grated in Whereto is squeesed Wit and Fancies thin A Bunch of Sent Sounds Colours tied up fast With Threads of Motion and strong Nerves to last In Memory then stew them with long Time So take them up and put in Spirits of Wine Then poure it forth into a Dish of Touch The Meat is good although it is not much A Tart. LIfe took some Floure made of Complexions white Churnd Butter by Nourishment as cleane as might And kneads it well then on a Board it laies And roules it oft and so a Pye did raise Then did she take some Cherry Lips that 's red And Sloe-black Eyes from a Faire Virgins Head And Strawbery Teats from high Banks of white Breast And Juice from Raspes Fingers ends did presse These put into a Pye which soone did bake Within a Heart which she strait hot did make Then drew it out with Reasons Peele and sends It up to Nature she it much commends A Dissert SWeet Marmalade of Kisses new gathered Preserv'd Children that are not Fathered Sugar of Beauty which melts away soon Marchpane of Youth and Childish Macaroon Sugar Plum-words most sweet on the Lips And wafer Promises which wast into Chips Bisket of Love which crumbles all away Gelly of Feare that quaking quivering lay Then came in a fresh Green-sicknesse Cheese And tempting Apples like those eat by Eve With Creame of Honour thick and good Firm Nuts of Friend-ship by it stood Grapes of delight dull Spirits to revive Whose Juice t is said doth Nature keep alive Then Nature rose when eat and drank her fill To rest her selfe in Ease she 's pleas'd with still Natures Officers ETernity as Vsher goeth before Destiny as Porter keepes the Doore Of the great World who lets Life out and in The Fates her Maides this Thread of Life do spin Mutability orders with great Care Motion her Foot-boy runneth every where Time as her Page doth carry up her Traine But in his Service little doth he gaine The daies are the Surveyors for to view All Natures workes which are both old and new The Seasons foure their Circuites by turnes take Judges to order and distribute make The Months their Pen-clerks write downe every thing Make Deeds of Gifts and Bonds of all that spring Lifes Office is to pay and give out all To Death which is Receiver when he call Natures House THE Ground whereon this House was built upon Was Honesty that hates to do a Wrong Foundations deep were laid and very sure By Love which to all times will firm indure The Walls strong Friend-ship Hearts for Brick lay thick And Conflancy as Morter made them stick Free-stone of Obligations Pillars raise To beare high Roofed thanks seil'd with praise Windowes of Knowledge let in Light of Truth Curtaines of Joy wh'are drawne by pleasant Youth Chimnies with Touch-stone of Affection made Where Beauty the Fuell of Love is laid The Harth is innocent Marble white Whereon the Fire of Love burnes cleare and bright The Doores are Cares Misfortunes out to shut That cold Poverty might not through them get Besides these Roomes of severall Passions built Some on the right hand others on the left This House the out-side 's tyl'd with Noble Deeds And high Ambition covers it with Leades Turrets of Fame are built on every side And in this Palace Nature takes great pride This House is furnished best of Natures Courts For hung it is with Virtues of all sorts As Morall Virtues and with those of Art The last from Acts the first is from the Heart Comparing the head to a Barrell of VVine THE Head is like a Barrell which will break If Liquors be too strong but if they 're weake They will the riper grow by lying long Close kept from Vent the Spirits grow more strong So Wit which Nature in a Braine tuns up Never leaves Working if it close be shut Will through Discretions burst and run about Unlesse a Pen and Inke do tap it out But if the Wit be small then let it lye If Broacht to soon the Spirits quickly dye Comparing of VVits to VVines MAlaga Wits when broach'd which Pens do peirce If strong run strait into Heroick Verse Sharp Claret Satyrs searching run about The Veines of Vice before it passes out And makes the Blood of Virtue fresh to spring In Noble Minds Faire Truth 's Complexions bring But all high Fancy is in Brandy Wits A Fiery heat in Vnderstanding sits Natures VVardrope IN Natures Wardrope there hangs up great store Of severall Garments some are rich some poore Some made on Beauties Stuff with Smiles are lac'd With lovely Favour is the out-side fac'd Some fresh and new by Sicknesses are rent Not having care the same for to prevent Physick and good Diet sowes close againe That none could see where those slits did remaine Some worne so bare with Age that none could see What Stuff it had been or what it might bee Others were so ill-shap'd and Stuff so course That none would weare least Nature did inforce And severall Mantles Nature made were there To keep her Creatures warm from the Cold Aire As Sables Martin and the Fox that 's black The powder'd Ermines and the feirce wild Cat. Most of her Creatures She hath clad in Furre Which needs no Fire if they do but stir And some in 〈◊〉 She clads as well as Haire And some in Scales others do Feathers weare But Man She made his Skin so smooth and faire It needs no Feathers Scales Wool nor Haire The out-side of all things Nature keeps here Severall Creatures that She makes to weare Death pulls them off and Life doth put them on Nature takes care that none puts on the wrong Nature hath but two sorts of Stuffs whereon All Garments which are made that Life puts on But yet such severall Sorts there is to weare That seldome any two alike appeare Bnt Nature severall Trimmings for those Garments makes And severall Colours for each Trimming takes Soule and Body GReat Nature She doth cloath the Soule within A Fleshly Garment which the Fates do spin And
liquid Drinke but indangers the Kingdome of drowning the more for that slug which makes the liquor rise higher besides it breeds many thick vapours which cause much Raine and strong Winds and unwholsome 〈◊〉 which breed dizzie Diseases and bring Appoplexies of sleep The fourth grievance is that the Puritans and Roman Priests cut downe all the stately and thick woods of Haire as there is almost none left grown to build ships of ornament with this in time will decay the Navigation of Becomming and leave the Islands of the Eares bare to the ruine of Cold besides the prodigall 〈◊〉 Sex burnes it up with Iron workes or breakes it off at the rootes in making traps for Lovers This grievance was resented much in the House and a Committee ordained to make a strict inquiry and to report back to the House which was done with all speed The Chair-mans Report back Master Speaker THe Committee hath found that many of the High-wayes and Common Rodes are much impaired by negligence for some are so bad as nothing wil mend them others the Committee hath examin'd found out some helps for the deep holes might be fill'd up with white Wax and those that are broken and ragged may be fil'd smooth and even and those that are black and scal'd may be scrap'd with a steele instrument and those that are dirty and foule may be rubb'd with China or Brick or the like those that are loose may be washed with Allum-water or Myrrhe-water which will fasten them againe As for the Bridges there are not many fallen downe but only sagg'd and loose which if the Common-wealth will be at the charges may keep them from falling with Silver pinnes which will prop them up But truly Mr. Speaker there are great spoyls of the Woods of Haire but in youth Time wil repaire them againe but in Age they wil never grow againe for the ground is alwayes dry and barren as it will alwayes be bare and bald As for the great Over-flowes there is no way to hinder or stop that torrent but by shutting the Water gates the Lips After this relation the lower House sent the reports to the upper House after which they made an Act of prevention Their Statutes running thus BE it knowne to all and some in this Kingdom That henceforth from this present of January one thousand eight hundred and two that no Sweet-meats shall travell through the mouth nor no Nuts be crackt nor no Pins lye in the high-wayes of the mouth to canker fret the Teeth as also be it enacted that all hands labourers shall be imployed with Pick-tooths after meat had passed those wayes and let every particular Shire be at the charge thereof Be it also enacted to keep the bridges strong lest they fall to ruine that the flud-flush be given to all the amorous sort with bathes and dry dyets every spring and fall for feare the soundation of the Nose should be rotted by reason of much corruption which passes through also let there be cut a passage upon each shoulder making gutters of issues that the Humour may be diverted by running those wayes that the Kingdome may be drain'd from superfluous moysture Also be it enacted that to the conserving of the woods of Haire that no haires be pull'd up by the roots but only prun'd by the Husbandmen Barbers also we forewarn the use of Curling-Irons Crisping-Irons or the like but let the loose woods of haire be bound up with strings Be it also enacted That no great Draughts be drunk unlesse great 〈◊〉 require it also no Healths to be dranke but upon Festivall dayes But upon going out of this Act all the young women and men in the Kingdome made such a matiny as the Parliament had much adoe to pacifie them nor could not untill they had alter'd that clause of Sweet-meats and Healths After this there was a Member rose up and said Master Speaker THere is in this Kingdom some foolish and unnecessary Castoms which have been brought from forraigne parts which ought to be abolished One is to digge holes in the Eares to set Pendants in which puts the Kingdom to a charge of paine and also is a heavie burthen therein The second is to pull up the Hedges of the Eye-brows by the roots leaving none but a narrow and thin row that the Eyes can receive no shade there-from The third is to peele the first skin off the face with Oyle of Vitriol that a new skin may come in the place which is apt to shrivell the skin underneath But for the abolishing of these customs few agreed to fearing such another Mutiny as the former amongst the effeminate sex Whiles they were demurring upon this there came Petitioners with a Petition to offer to the House which when that was heard they sent for their Petition in and made the Clerk read it The Petition of the Veines WEE your Honours humble and poore Petitioners desire a redresse from all ill Livers or else we cannot furnish your Honours with such bloud as your Honours require from us For by reason of dry hot corrupted or obstructed Livers we your Honours Pipe-veines want filling or else we are fill'd with such waterish or else with such black and melancholy bloud as the Kingdom is either parcht for want of moysture or over-flowed with too much being alwayes in extreames so as we are all undone and our Trading utterly decayed thereby Wherefore we beseech your Honours to take it into your Honours considerations and give us a reparation from the Liver for which we shall be bound to pray for your Honours Upon this Petition the House ordained a Writ to warne the Liver to appeare before a Committee to be examined where strait the Liver appear'd who excus'd himselfe saying the Appetite flung into the Stomack a great quantity of rubbish and the Stomack being an il Neighbour to disburthen himself from that 〈◊〉 flung it upon him stopping up all crosse passages insomuch that he had not roome to discharge himself freely but as for his own part he was much poorer and 〈◊〉 then they and had more reason to complaine Whereupon the House made an Act that the Stomack should be 〈◊〉 every spring and fall with Purges Then rose up a Member and 〈◊〉 Mr. Speaker There are a people in this Kingdom ought to be banished which are Juglers Mountebanks and Gypsies as jugling Lovers which deceive all the 〈◊〉 Sex with false and deluding praises The next are Mountebank 〈◊〉 who have gotten Priviledges of freedome to put off their bald Jeasts at an 〈◊〉 rate selling upon the Stage of Mirth taking 〈◊〉 for pay from the poore ignorant 〈◊〉 These Fellows take upon themselves the name of Doctors of Wit prosessing their skill whereby they doe much harme by reason their Drugs are naught and their skil little by which many times they kill instead of 〈◊〉 for they doe apply their poysonous iests on unprepared Bodies and give their Medicines in unseasonable time besides
their Medicines being most commonly bitter gives a dislike to the Tast and being not taken in fit time bring the disease of 〈◊〉 and being wrong applyed cause death to a good fame The next are Gypfies which 〈◊〉 many as Sympathy Powder Viper Wines Love Powder Cramp Rings crosse Knots raking up the 〈◊〉 on St. Agnes Eve laying Bride-cake under their heads and many the like Another Member said Mr. Speaker There are light Wenches of 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Bawds ought to be whipt Black patches Sweet Powders 〈◊〉 Bracelets made of their Lovers Haire fancy-colour'd Ribbons to resemble the several Passions Looking-glasses to hang by their sides Love-Posies in Rings Love-Letters wrought in Handkerchiefs Valentines worne on sleeves and to 〈◊〉 by signes Another Member said next is Bawds as Romancies Bals Collations Questions and Commands Riddles Purposes c. There was another Member rose up and said thus Mr. Speaker there are worse Creatures in the Kingdom and more dangerous which ought to be burnt as Lovely 〈◊〉 exact Proportion clear Complexion when these spirits are raised in the circle of the face who so comes 〈◊〉 that Face although it be the Soul it selfe is bewitched with a looke and such power is in that Magick that nothing can undoe it but Sicknesse and old Age. The other Witch is elegant Eloquence this Witch hath much power raising up Sense Funcy Phrase Number in the circle of the Eare and whosoever comes neer them although the Soul it selfe that spirit the Tongue bewitches them and this is so strong a Magick as nothing can undoe but forgetfulnesse 'T is true there is a Law against them which belongs to the Judges care as Hearing and Sight but when they come before them to be examin'd and to be condemn'd if they be found guilty they are so 〈◊〉 from punishing them as they set them at liberty and those bonds that should bind them they bind themselves with and so become voluntary slaves to those Witches Then did the King call both Houses together into a great Hall and thus spake MY good and loving Subjects I give you thankes for your care and industry in rectifying the Errours of this Kingdome and for your love to me in giving me those Subsidies I 〈◊〉 although I call'd for them as well for your safety as my owne such is my tender regard to my people as their safety is my care and their prosperity my happinesse For I desire to be King of Affection ruling them with Clemency rather then to be only King of Power ruling them with Tyranny binding my Subjects to slavery The power I desire is to beat my enemies abroad not to fright my Subjects at home to defend them not to ruine them I covet not the riches of my Subjects I hold not the Sword to cut their Purse-strings but to decide truth from falshood to give Equity and to doe Justice Yet let me 〈◊〉 them my Sword is as ready to punish Offenders as my Clemency is to reward the vertuous But I have found and I make no question I shall finde them alwayes as ready to obey as I to command and because every one may returne to his owne private affaires since in publique bufinesse there is little lest now to doe but what I can order my selfe I dissolve my Parliament for this time untill there be an occasion to call them together againe Whereupon the Parliament all cryed God save the King God save the King I Know those that are strict and nice about Phrase and the placing of words will carp at my Booke for I have not set my words in such order as those which write elegant Prose But I must confesse ingenuously my shallow wit could not tell how to order it to the best advantage besides I found it difficult to get so many Rhythmes as to joyn the sense of the Subject and by reason I could not attaine to both I rather chose to leave the Elegance of words then to obstruct the sense of the matter For my desire was to make my conceit easie to the understanding though my 〈◊〉 were not so fluent to the eare Againe they will finde fault with the Numbers for I was forc'd to fewer or more to bring in the sense of my Fancies All I can say for my selfe is that Poetry consists not so much in Number Words and Phrase as in Fancy Thirdly they will finde fault at the Subject saying it is neither materiall nor usefull for the Soule or Body To this I answer My intention was not to teach Arts nor Sciences nor to instruct in Divinity but to passe away idle Time and thought Time might be better 〈◊〉 yet 't is oft spent worse amongst many in the world I Language want to dresse my Fancies in The Haire 's uncurl'd the Garments loose and thin Had they but Silver Lace to make them gay Would be more courted then in poore array Or had they Art might make a better show But they are plaine yet cleanly doe they goe The world in Bravery doth take delight And glistering Shews doe more attract the sight And every one doth honour a rich Hood As if the outside made the inside good And every one doth how and give the place Not for the Mans sake but the Silver Lace Let me intreat in my poore Bookes behalfe That all may not adore the Golden Calf Consider pray Gold hath no life therein And Life in Nature is the richest thing So Fancy is the Soul in Poetrie And if not good a Poem ill must be Be just let Fancy have the upper place And then my Verses may perchance finde grace If flattering Language all the Passions rule Then Sense I feare will be a meere dull Foole. THe worst Fate Bookes have when they are once read They 're laid aside forgotten like the Dead Under a heap of dust they buried lye Within a vault of some small Library But Spiders they for honour of that Art Of Spinning which by Nature they were taught Since Men doe spin their Writings from the Braine Striving to make a lasting Web of Fame Of 〈◊〉 thin high Altars doe they raise There offer Flyes as sacrifice of praise WHen that a Book doth from the Presse come new All buyes or borrows it this Book to view Not out of love of Learning or of wit But to finde Faults that they may censure it Were there no Faults for to be found therein As few there are but doe erre in some thing Yet Malice with her ranckled Spleen and spight Will at the Time or Print or Binding bite Like Devils when they cannot good soules get Then on their Bodies they their 〈◊〉 set SIr Charles into my chamber coming in When I was writing of my Fairy Queen I pray said he when Queen Mab you doe see Present my service to her Majesty And tell her I have heard Fames loud report Both of her Beauty and her stately Court. When I Queen Mab within my Fancy view'd My Thoughts bow'd low fearing