defend it should in sovenance And faire requitall of your love I le pay You teares for teares and sighs for your sighs nay Unwilling barely to repay your owne I le pay you interest of ten for one And till my briny braine be drayned dry Will side with you and mourne incessantly Ab for your griefe will bring to memorie Mine owne unhappy griefe and keepe my wound Still bleeding fresh whilst ev'ry seeming sound And each like word that even but relates And to his name alludes insinuates And will my heart with newes thereof informe Still raising in my bosome a new storme So shall your mone my mournfull mone augment For full of harmony a sweet consent Of sorrow is with sorrow teares with teares And griefe in parts the musicke higher reares But now from you my conference must breake Whilst all my other mourners I do thus bespeake PHYALA LACRHYMARUM YE Lady Graces and yee Muses nine And all ye vertues Morall and Divine Ye Sciences and most renowned Arts And all yee sons of Art come weepe in parts And each good man who goodnesse doth admire And all save ye of the Celestiall Quire Yee Angels and ye blessed Saints possest Alreadie in Heaven of your happy rest For by our losse and sorrow all yee reape A gainfull harvest and for joy do leape All clad in sable weeds with Heben wands And Cypresse branches in your friendly hands Disshevel'd haire about your shoulders throwne With all the sorry signes of hearty mone With panting breasts with sighing well nigh rent With carefull lookes and eyes oft upward sent With ' haviour speaking nothing save neglect Of all but what on sorrow doth reflect Come sit with mee and helpe mee to condole The sad departure of the blessed soule From the dead corps of this deare friend of ours And with your teares as with so many showers Embalme it over all and strew his herse With the sweet fragrant odours of your verse Sith like a body that hath lost a limbe Each of you all do suffer losse in him Yea with so lowd alewes and drerement Let be your plaints and over him lament That future Ages in your griefe likewise For losse of him with you may sympathize And cause an Annuall Obit to be held In his remembrance whom they nee'r beheld But that you may no Ceremonies fit In your last dutie unto him omit Ere yee upon him locke his Coffin doore And in a bath of your salt teares all o're And dewe of Roses steep'd in Amber grize Having first drencht him much as may suffice Bring some of those Arabian merchandise Sweete Aromatick Gummes and pretious spice Pure Frankincense and pounded Cynamom Nutmegs with Cloves and Mace and Saffron some Add Storax-Calamite and Bengewine And pretious Spicknard unto these conjoyne Aloes with Myrrhe and Cassia-Fistula The fragrant fuell and the spicie spray Whereof that bird of selfe dusts selfe worme bred Doth build her neast to serve for her death-bed Which flaming round about her she sits downe And with sweet martyrdome her selfe doth crowne In stead of others more with these same few Thicke over all his pale dead corps bestrew But chiefe and principall of all the rest These three bestrew the Head the Mouth the Breast Sith in these three his Breast his Mouth his Head Many sweet Notions fostred were and bred And Meditations sweet well styl'd indeed The fodder of the soule did hence proceed And many sweet discourses sweetly made And pray'rs so sweet that God selfe could perswade Ne onely thus these pretious perfumes serve His corps from putrefaction to preserve But signifie how sweet and fragrant is How gratefull and accept this sacrifice Of soule and body which in life and death Hee offred hath to God and witnesseth The good report and praise like savory sent Of sweet delicious Nard of 's life well spent Which here he to the world behind him leaves So double guerdon he both here and there receives This done him in his Coffin sweetly lay Yet ere yee to his Beare do him convey Weave him a Chaplet all of flowers sweet For flowers and garlands been for virgins meet Now come with flowers not flowers by them worne Who losse of love do suffer all forlorne Bring here therefore no caytive Columbines Flowers of ill omen and unhappy signes No gaudie Tulips here admitted be Emblemes of false faire-fained sanctitie Whose worth all outward is in shew alone But inward sent hath not ne vertue none For thy ' true flowers I do not them areed But at the best a glorious kinde of weed As worthlesse simples numbred amongst them Gay Dazies of the field which wee contemne Instead of these bring store of fragrant flowers By faithfull friends and pious paramours In honour greatly held whose savorie sent Of mingled sweets doe shew the sweet content Who ere so happy be thereof to taste Of two true hearts in love united fast For well his tongue and ' haviour could indeed Of faithfull love a learned lecture read And well him love became who loyall was Unto his love unhappie love alas Which when both hearts and hands and friends consent Had all clapt hands with infinite content And all things ready to enjoying had Save publication death the Banes forbad Worthy for this were death to be contrould For certes too too blame was death and bold So hopefull crop of love like full ripe wheate To blast and smite which ready was to reape Bring bashfull Pinkes in which is to discry Sweet Embleme of faire-maiden-modestie Which though of flowers least almost the field For sweetnesse to the greatest need not yeeld Then Gilliflowers and sparkling Sops in wine With Rosemary and senting Eglantine Whose leaves with prickles fenc'd teach sweetest gains Is that that 's conquer'd with the hardest paines Next Hyacynths and black-fac'd Violets In which me seems the God of Nature sets The world to schoole not ever to esteeme Ought at first sight as it doth outward seeme But on the hidden vertue to reflect For th' inward good meane outsides to respect Sith though this flowre be blacke of stature low A hanging-guilty looke that makes no show Yet amongst all scarce one may parallel Her savory sent and sweet delightfull smell Bring Hearts-ease store Oh flower most blest of all Which all they weare whom nothing can befall Beyond their expectation ill ne ought So good as to excesse to tempt their thought Of prettie Panses plentie let be brought For this flowers name doth signifie a thought And therefore chiefly unto such belongs Who dare not trust their love unto their tongues But in a Labyrinth of thoughts doe walke And to themselves in pleasing silence talke Unthinking still what ever they first thought So nought by them is into practice brought Bring Medway Cowslips and deft Daffodillies The country Primrose and all sorts of Lillies And Floure-de-Luce Le fleur de lice more right Deliciae flos the flower of delight Then usher in th' obsequious Marigold
dayes sample shew'th Set in their graves in 'th morning of their youth A needfull caution to the younger frie Sith life it selfe is but uncertaintie And death no time prescribes or can it stay But it will come at all how'rs of the day That every one they stand upon their guard Remembring ever that death never spar'd Youth for youths sake But for the practice of his bow will slay All sorts of game that comes within his way Be 't Stagge Buck Hynd Doe Herse Calfe or Phone All 's one to him and he to all is one Whether it out of season be or in Impartially he reaketh not a pin Ah when I heard them sorrowfully say That thou wert dead the very like dismay In every face I did observe mee thought As when in Pharo's Land sad newes was brought That in one instant time and casually One was found slaine in every familie Somuch unhappy tydings one nights scope Can bring to light to strangle all our hope Sith when to day with joy I heard them tell The worst is past and hope thou shouldst doe well The morrow next by breake of day I heare The Passing-bell invite thee to thy Beare And to prepare thy selfe for going hence Which message though with Christian confidence Through strength of highest hope and faith-unfain Didst readily and joyfull entertain So like a full ripe nutt slipt from the shell Thou slip'st away and bad'st us all farewell But well without thee Ah! how can wee fare With whose sweete company we wont repare Our former losse of time which wee mispent In idlenesse or things impertinent Oh my deere WELD whose conversation was So lovely unto mee could sighs alas And true-shed teares the characters of griefe Unto thy sicknesse added have reliefe Had it in power of learned Leach-craft ly'n Or in the miracle of Medicine A noble Art no doubt which can againe New twist the thred of life nigh crackt in twaine Could devout pray'rs of friends have thee repriv'd From death and made thee to be longer liv'd Thou shouldst not now thy Friends and Parents backs Have cloath'd all over thus in mourning blacks Ne all their heavie hearts shouldst now have clad In sable mantle of thoughts dark and sad Ne should my Muse have on thy heavie Herse O heavie Herse attend in sable Verse Ne yet the eyes of my ink-stained quill On my white-cheekt leaves these blacke teares distill How lovely wert thou living unto all All for thou wert not sullen-cynicall Nor of a supercilious-haughtie eye But affable and full of courtesie Well pleas'd with mirth and harmlesse merriment Which but injuriously can ne're be shent How did all hugge thee and embrace for thy ' Thy hardly-sampled selfe and company How joy'd all at thy comming and in heart How sad and sorrowfull at thy depart Yea and now dead how doth each thing retaine Like love to thee and of thee beene as faine When weary thou thy death-bed didst forsake How readie was thy winding-sheet to take Thee in her milke-white armes not satisfi'd Till wholly to her selfe the did thee hide And next thy coffin being very proud At'th second hand t' injoy thee in thy shrowd For love of thee the sheete where thou dost dwell Doth hugge and kisse much like the loving shell That for the almons sake the tender skin Encloseth round where th'almond lyeth in And then the Earth which living lov'd thee so To kisse thy feet where ever thou didst goe With no lesse love doth now embrace thy chest Within her owne deere bosome long to rest Till thou whom shee seemes so in love withall In thine owne dust into her armes dost fall Last when thy soule of thee did take her leave An Angell readily did it receive And in his winged armes did it convey Nimbly to Heaven and still all the way With sacred kisses courted it and sang To it a Requiem sweet whereat it sprang In 's Armes for joy no doubt for very joy That it should now so suddenly enjoy The blessed vision of her Lord who dy'd Ingloriously her glory to provide How can I then but living thee admire Whom ' live and dead both Heaven and Earth desire Farewell deerfriend too soone ripe long to last Happie young man who so long journey hast In so small time dispatcht such hap as this The first heires of the first world long did misse And staid sometimes a thousand yeares well nigh Ere they as thou su'd out their Livery Happy young man and fortunately blest In all and amongst all not blessed least In thy Mecoenas that thrice-noble Lord Who count'nance to thy learning did afford Ne onely did thee hold in great regard But thee with bounteous hand did oft reward And grac'd thy person for thy vertues sake Mote learning-selfe and learned men him make Full great requitall gentle Lord for this And make his fame the golden Starres to kisse And by the power of their mightie Muse The praises eccho lowd of the Great Bruce And honour him who in so deere account Holds the true sonnes of the Syonian Mount Him leaving henceforth standing brave enrowl'd Amongst the Ancient Roman Peeres of old Mecoenas Varus Pollio Patrons all Whose show'rs of bountie downe did daily fall On merit and true worth and men of Art Cherisht and by their goodnesse kept in heart Forsooth the Lord whom I so truly vant All noble vertues in his bosome hant And as himselfe indeed right learned is Which Ah great pittie most great men doe misse So hath hee al 's ' a bounteous heart to prize And tender vertue and good qualities In all in whomsoever they appeare The very essence of a noble Peere Pardon great Lord this poore Parenthesis Which but the skirt of thy just praise doth kisse And which by way of humble thankes I send In name of my late living now dead friend Who living honour'd thee and spake all good Of thee and thine and thy rare bountihood That in his sicknesse didst so oft addresse Thy messengers and golden messages Yea and in person daign'st to visit him Where in he read to him thy great esteeme That had not mortall beene his maladie It much had made to his recoverie The joy and heartie comfort he conceiv'd Of'th gracious words and deeds from thee receiv'd God recompence this love to thee and thine Tenfold which thou to that deere friend of mine Whilst I returne againe to make an end Of this course webbe which I did him intend Which ere I fully finish take by the way Deere NAT this little what I have to say Unmanly 't is I know for men alive With Soule-divorced bodies once to strive Yet well as once I lov'd thee I must have A Contestation with thee in thy Grave Wee see by proofe 't is usuall in our Land For Traders having got into their hand All upon trust from others what they may Oft suddenly to breake and run away For their owne ends not caring to undoe Their Creditors with wives and
weake a guard My pretious life I did commit to keepe Being for death a thing not very hard To seize his brothers right sith if compar'd Sleep 's but a breathing death death breathlesse sleep I feele a tingling chilnesse over all my bones to creepe Prosopopeia Corporis Animae valedicturi Adios a rivederci MY lovely frend that long hast been content To dwell with mee in my poore Tenement Whose bulke and all the stuffe both warp and woofe Is all of clay the floor and the roofe Though yet thou ne're foundst fault ne didst upbraid This homely hermitage so meanly made O mine owne darling my deere daintie one And wilt thou now indeed from mee be gone Ah for thou seest all running to decay The thatchie covering 's now nigh falne away The windows which give light to every roome Broken and dimme and mistie beene become The Mill-house and selfe Miller 's out of frame My Kitchin smoakes my Larder is too blame And from the Studds each where the Lome doth shrink And the breeme cold blowes in at every chinke The brases and supporters of my house Tremble and waxen wondrous ruinous So that all bee it grieve mee to the heart To thinke that thou and I old frends must part Yet sith my Cabban's all out of repaire Darling farewell goe sojourne now else where In some cleane place untill that premier Main That built mee first rebuild mee up againe All of the selfe same stuffe but with such art So polisht and imbellisht every part That it shall ne're be out of Kilture more Then shalt thou come againe as heretofore And dwell with mee for ever and for aye So God us both to blesse untill that happie day Dal Cielo al Cielo SUndry opinions amongst learned men Have raised beene about the meanes and way And 'bout the certaine time and season when That soule of man which never can decay Into the bodie doth it selfe convey Whether 't beginning with the body take Or long before if so where it doth stay Which strife the soule it selfe thus plaine doth make From Heaven I not from mans seed proceed For with the bodie if it rise it dies Animae Prosopopeia Morta la pecora non cresce piu la lana YEe gentle frends who mourning here attend My livelesse corps unto this Earthie bed There leaving it to sleepe untill the end When all shall live againe who now are dead Weepe not for mee sith I can neither see Nor heare your teares that here for mee are shed Ne all your prayers a whit can profit mee The sheepe once dead the wooll ne're growes againe But as shee dies it lyes all after-helpes are vaine Agree therefore while yee are in the way With death the adversary of mankinde For when he comes no pray'r can make him stay But hee takes all sorts as he doth them find If good 't is not in him to make them bad If bad no time to mend by him assign'd What faith and hope wee at our parting had Is onely ours but all done after death Nor hurts nor helps but passeth with the breath For whilst we live though at last gaspe wee been Our owne or others pray'rs mote doon us good Betweene the stirrup and the ground betweene The bridge and headlong downfall to the flood Mercie can cause the soule catch hold of grace But soone as once the life forsakes the blood So fast it posteth to its proper place Of weale or woe where it must ever stay No pray'r it overtakes or profit may The ardent suite of that great man of meat Was him deny'd a seeming-small request One moyst coole drop to quench his scalding heat Yet sith before his pray'r he was possest Of his just doome his due-deserved meed His tardie suit forth of the Court was cast For as the soule once from the body freed No more may be recall'd no more can shee By any humane helpe relieved bee In vaine therefore doon silly soules relie On pray'rs of frends at their departure hence Sith with our last breath Heaven instantly Is wonne or lost no comming is from thence Ne is redemption from the place of Hell And Purgatory is a meere non-sense Where goodmens soules till bought from thence must dwell Onely his pray'rs whose blood for us was shed Living and dying stands our soules in stead Divortium Animae HAst ever knowne two faithfull bosome frends Affected like in all their aimes and ends After long absence hast observ'd their meeting Their over-joy and manner of their greeting Silent long-looking in each others faces Whilst each his frend within his armes embraces Like April-showr's and Sun-shine mixt together Each weeping and each laughing over either Till mutuall passions having run their course Both by degrees fall freely to discourse Ah but say now hast ever seene these twaine Upon occasion forc'd to part again Hast seene two lovers new made man and wife Inforc'd to part how bitter is their strife What sighs what teares what namelesse Creve-coeur What greefe unutterable doon they endure What lowd Alewes what heavinesse of heart What lamentations when they come to part What anguish and with what a deale of paine Take these their leave as ne're to meete againe Hast seene a man from his deere home exil'd Hast heard a mother parting from her child What weeping wailing and what heavinesse What contristation even to excesse And how unable reason is to sway Th'unbeveld passion or it make obey Or hast thou ere observ'd that passionate And dolefull quest that heart affecting-blate Of lambes lamenting their deere dammes restraint Or mark'd the mournfull noise and pitteous plaint Doubled and oft redoubled by the dammes At present parting from their little lambes Hast ere beene present at some Cities sacke And seene the havocke and the wofull wrack When to the surly souldier once betraid The modest matron and the untoucht maid So most unmannerly spite of their heart With their deere honours are compell'd to part What reluctation and what sturdie strife What meanes what shifts the jewell of their life To save from spoyle and losse what vows what pray'r What humble ' haviour and what speaking faire What deep distraction and what heavie cheere How loth to yeeld alacke yet ne're the neere Like loth and with as much or more adoe Bodie and soule each other do forgoe Ah when the soule comes warning once to give That shee no longer in her house will live Ne not so much as sojourne any more Where shee hath dwelt so many yeares before At this sad news like fruit with windie blast Downe in a transe the weakly bodie 's cast Inly the very bowels yearne with griefe The stomacke nauseats at wont reliefe The straightned lungs breath hardly short and thicke The head 's distempred and the heart is sicke And every roome and corner of the house Fill'd with darke steems and vapours nubilous In this disconsolate and sickly
state The soule the body doth commiserate And through meere sympathy is ill at ease Therefore all griefe on both sides to appease And now resolv'd no longer while to stay Shee forth of doores slips suddenly away Eftsoons all 's husht and the whole house at rest Onely the eyes which but they beene supprest Wide open stand and their lids upward raise Still after her that was their life and light to gaze O valente huomo chi puo esser misero FUll easie is for men in miserie Weary of life t' importune death to die Who dare not looke misfortune in the face Nor griefe nor paine nor sicknesse nor disgrace But cowardly with horror and dismay Out of themselves oft times do runne away Like Grashoppers that skip and sing and dance While Summer lasts but as flyes in a transe When Winter comes with stormes accompan'ed In every hole and corner them doe hide Quite out of love with life for such to call For death no fortitude it is at all But he whose countenance at all assayes Is ever one in Sun or cloudie dayes Whose minde can bend as buxom as a twigge To all estates bee 't high low small or bigge If fortune say he must doe thus or thus With her the matter he doth ne're discusse Who with same freenesse that he wins can lose Who with small noise can beare all fortunes blowes And any part that fortune shall her please To put him to can personate with ease This is a man one of a thousand men A right-bred chicken of the milke-white hen Right truly wise and valiant is this man Who selfe submit to all manner weather can Who 'gainst it comes for fortune doth provide Not mov'd with Ebbe nor flowing of her tyde So great the strength of his true temperd minde To welcome faire and foule in selfe same kinde Come good why well and good come bad why well So 'gainst all paines his patience is his spell Hee eekes nor aggravates his weale or woe Ne takes long farewells of them when they goe And in his open doore still readie stands When ere they come to take them by the hands So evenly he knowes to beare himselfe Hee rich in povertie and poore in wealth Either or neither can contented bee Oh blessed man how feâ—e in bonds is hee Who though his bread too sow'r of leaven taste Can eate and it digest as finest paste And water drinke yea vineger for need This is the truely valiant man indeed L'Envoy MOngst all things possible and yet so hard Almost next doore t'impossibilitie That man or woman is who having far'd All their life long and liv'd deliciously Not crost nor vext with contrarietie Of chance or fortune which most men dismay When death them calls can answer patiently Wherefore my soule doe thou still humbly pray Nature of nature good God grant when I Must leave to live pow'r willingly to die Naturae natura Deus bone cum mihi posse Vivere sustuleris da mihi velle mori FINIS * * Bertholdus Swart a German borne by Profession a Franciscan Fryer a great Alchimist first inventer of the Gun and Gunpouder this invention hee taught to the Venetians about the yeare 1330 who therewith gave the Genowayes a notable overthrow * * Talia jactantem verbis conabar amicis Flectere sed vulnus nil insanabile curat Ite procul Medicae non sum sanabilis Artes Ista tamen quocunque ferar me cura sequetur a a Ovid. ad Pison Nec te fortuna colentem Natalesve movent probitas spectatur in illis b b Unus amicitiae summos tenor ambit imos Rara domus tenuem non aspematur amicum Raraque non humilem caleat fastosa clyentem Mant. Egl. 3. Saepe alios qui spem dederint invenimus ore Magnisicos sed re modicos tibi fidimus uni * * Sen. Megar Her furens Una res superest mihi fratre ac parente charior Regno Lare odium tui * * Graci Bibliotheeam seu obambulans vivumque Musaeum virum eruditum vocarunt qui velut ex professo respondere inextricables Authorum nodos tanquam ex secretiore Musarum Adyto cuncta depromere atque dissolvere possit Erasmus Chyliad a a Ovid. ad Pisonem Sed virtus numerosa juvat tu pronus in omne Pectora ducis opus seu te graviora vocarunt Seu leviora juvant c. a a O vos Aetherei cives quibus esse beatis Contingit solis quibus est aeterna voluptas Humanas si forte preces attenditis si Non penetus miseros homines avertitis oro Egregiam puramque mihi concedite mentem A vero falsum discernere quae sciat apte Quae bona cognoscat vera contraria veris Ne stulte fugienda sequar fugiamve sequenda Nam si mortali cuiquam licet esse beato Arbitror hoc pacto fieri me posse beatum a a Loca sola nocent loca sola caveto Quo fugis in populo tutior esse potes b b Tristis eris si solus eris dominaeque relictae Ante oculos facies stabit ut ipsa tuos Tristior idcirco nox est quam tempora Phoebi Quaeque levet luctus turba sodalis abest a a Ovid. ad Pisonem Asperitate carens positoque per omnia fastu Inter ut aequales unus numeraris amicos Obsequiumque doces amorem quaeris amore b b Meminisse debet is in quem collatum est beneficium non commemorare qui contulit c c Ovid. ad Pis. Additur huc justa fides plena pudoris Libertas Animusque mala ferrugine purus Ipsaque possesso mens est opulentior auro d d Ovid. Semper habe Pyladem aliquem qui curet orestem Hic quoque amicitiae non levis usus erit a a O Fragilis nimium innumerisque obnoxia vita Casibus O nimium brevis atque incerta recedens Fumi instar nunc hic moritur nunc ille hodie tu Cras ego sic demum paulatim extinguimur omnes Natalis Chytr in viatico Quid nisi foetor homo est foetores inter alvo Gignitur latitat tener è foetente favissa Eruitur foetens totius tempore vitae Sese intra foetet foetores ejicit ex se Corpus inane animae tandem foetore maligno A se abigit cunctos cum foetore sepulchro Foetenti infertur quaeso unde superbia tanta Nos inflat tanto cur cum torpore geluque Coelestem patriam expertem foetoris avemus a a Mors quasi regia via est in coelum One Tuscul. quaest Mors non est interitus omnia tollens atque delens sed quaedam quasi migratio commutatioque vitae quae in claris viris foeminis dux in Coelum solet esse a a Serius aut citius finem properamus ad