would not haue that had the Hart inflates Yet would I haue my Lucke light on that Lot That mends the drouping Mind Bodies states In too much Nature oft is ouershot And oft too little Art disanimates Then in this life that seeke I for my part That Nature keepes in life and quickens Art 94 To bury Liuing thoughts among the dead Dead earthly things is ere Death comes to die For dead they are that lie in Gold or Lead As they are buried that in Earth still lie The thoughts are most relieu'd when they are fed With Angells foode or sweete Philosophie But some seeme on this Manna still to liue Whom Quailes and Woodcoks most of al relieue 95 Well let these some out-liue as many yeares As they haue haires they do but liuing die If so their Soules must needs be full of feares Whose Hopes in this dead life alone do lie For they weare euer double as Time weares In Soule and Body weare they double die O then how painefull is that pleasant life Wherein all ioy with such annoy is rife 96 Beare with me Readers that 's the recompence I aske for telling you this merry Tale For running out of my Circumference I le come in strait before a merry Gale But yet a word or two ere I goe hence And then haue with you ouer Hill and Dale Nothing shall let me to relate the rest For commonly behind remaines the best 97 This world me seemes is like I wot not what That 's hard for that is no comparison Why that 's the cause I it compare to that For who 's he like to that is like to none T is not like God for t is too full of hate Nor like the Diu'l for he feares God alone It is not like to Heau'n Earth nor Hell Nor aught therein for they in compasse dwell 98 Then what is 't like if like to any thing It s like itselfe and so it is indeede Or if you will like to the oldest Ling That limes their fingers that on it doe feede So that all things they touch to them do cling And let them so from doing purest deede If so it be how mad are men the while To cleaue to that which do them so defile 99 Now this most noghtie thing or thing of noght I cannot skill of though but bad I am Therefore by me it least of all is sought Though oft I seeke for pleasure in the same Which yet I hope shall not be ouer-bought For I will giue but good-will for my game And if good-will will me no pleasure bring I le buy therewith I hope a better thing 100 Now from my selfe I eft to Fortune flie And yet I flie from Her and She from me Who came thus followd with this Company That Iupiter did enuie it to see There did she muster them in policie That Ioue of all might well informed be For when an heape confus'd are call'd by Poll The many parts do make the number whole 101 Mongst whom Philosophers and Poets came Last of the Crowde and could not well appeare To whoÌ„ blind Fortune gaue noght else but fame Wherof they fed but lookt lean with their cheere So they in Heau'n deifi'd this Dame Sith they poore souls could not come at her here And euer since a Goddesse call'd she is Poets thanke her for That Shee you for This. 102 Who though they be perhaps but passing poore Yet can they deâ—fie whom ere they will Then Demy-gods should cherish them therefore That they may make theÌ„ whol gods by their skil Twixt whom there shuld be interchange of store And make of Wit and Wealth a mixture still That may each others woefull wants supply For men by one another liue or die 103 Vaine fooles what do ye meane to giue hir heau'n That giues you nothing but an earthly hell That 's only aire which she to you hath giu'n To make ye pine whilst ye on earth do dwell Ne'r speake of Wit for ye are Wit-bereau'n To lie for nought and make Nought so excell For now who for him self 's not wise alone Is vainely wise though wise as Salomon 104 By this time Death came with his Emperor Who followed Death far off which Ioue did see To whom Death said Loe vpright Iupiter This Kesar though a Caesar followes mee He doth indeed said Ioue though somewhat farre But kept in off to shew indiffrencie For though the Iudge do iudge aright sometime Before both Tales be heard it is a crime 105 How saist quoth he Lieutenant didst thou come With Death to vs of thy meere owne accord Whereat the Emprour was stroken dumbe For he fear'd death as slaues do feare their Lord Yet with desire of glorie ouercome At last he spake yet spake he but a word Which was saue I the shortest word of words For No a letter more then I affords 106 Which he with submisse voice scarse audible Vtterd as one that would not well be heard But Iupiter although most sensible Tooke on him not to heare and prest him hard To speake through feare not so insensible For my vice Ioues quoth he are ne'r afeard Therefore on thy allegeance vnto mee I charge thee speake as thou from death wert free 107 Then with a princely death-out-daring looke He said Dread Ioue I had bin worse then mad Sith your Lieutenancie to me you tooke If I so great a grace neglected had Which so I had if so I had forsooke Without your notice that which made me glad Nor would I haue with Death come now to you But that he threatned me to bring me low 108 Wherewith the Iudge iust Ioue did sentence giue On Fortunes side which made Death rage so sore That at the Emprour he amaine did driue Whilst Ioue lookt on and Fortune fled therefore Short tale to make he did him life depriue And euer since Death rageth more and more That now all men false Fortune doe preferre Before iust Death nay iuster Iupiter 109 And thus with Death that All in fine doth end We end our Tale and if a lie it be Yet naked Truth dares such a lie defend Because such lies doe lie in veritie But though loude lies do lie they will not bend So lowe as most profound Moralitie Then be it lie or be it what it will It lies too high and lowe for Death to kill Bene cogitata si excidunt non occidunt Mimi Publiani Finis The Triumph of DEATH OR The Picture of the Plague According to the Life as it was in Anno Domini 1603. SO so iust Heau'ns so and none otherwise Deale you with those that your forbearaunce wroÌ„g Dumb Sin not to be nam'd against vs cries Yea cries against vs with a tempting tong And it is heard for Patience oft prouokt Conuerts to Furies all-consuming flame And fowlest sinne thogh ne'r so cleanly cloakt Breaks out
Hell is heauenly in shew * All the earth calleth for Truth and the Heauen blesseth it and al things are shaken treÌ„bâ—e neither is there any vniust thing in it 1. Eâ—dr 4.36 * In Heâ—l is no redemption * Truth and Reason neare of kinne * Truth is the strength and kingdome the power and maiesty of all ages 1. Esdr 4 40. * Nature is greatly grieued till her sonnes be reformed * Reason doth cheere the heuinesse of our nature in case of distresse * Patience a daughter of the Heauens the best companioÌ„ of a forlorne fortune * Contingent Accidents are hid from the eie of Reason * God * ReprehensioÌ„ vnwelcome to all resolute in euill * Truth is like herselfe in vnlike subiects * This guileful world is mortall enemy to Trueth * Made Truth to speak most for the maintenaunce of earthly matters c. * The wine is wicked the King is wicked women are wicked all the childreÌ„ of men are wicked and al their wicked workes are such there is no truth in them but they perish in their iniquitie But Truth doth abide and is stroÌ„g foreuer liueth and raigneth for euer and euer 1. Esdr 4.37.38 * Truth is in extreame perill of deprauation among the vncleane * The Soule that hath no feeling of sin is dead in sin * They that lacke least worldly things most lacke friends that will tell them the trueth * Veritie and Iustice supports the Thrones of Princes * Euer since Astrea forsooke th' earth whosoeuer offers Iustice a golden Scabberd she will sheathe her sword therein * That life is worse then death that depeÌ„ds on a miÌ„â—ers pleasure * Immortall lines in Poesie are worse then mortall lines that end our misery for the first make vs labour for our trauell the last make vs labor for heauen if wee die well * Iustice * Iustice sees with Truthâ— eies * The countenance bewrais how the heart is affected * Time and Death enimies to Nature * Body of clay * Day night are the wings of Time * When men die their yereâ— seeme but so many daies before they dy all their dayes so many yeres The time future seems loÌ„g but that past extream short * Time's euer in motion * Before mans fall * Time made by God the fountaine of Reason * Iniquitie shal shorten Times continuance * Reasons are yeelded by Reason * Still moouing * The office of Reason * Our Nature is apt to insult vpon the least incoragement * A forcible meane to reduce the euill to good * Euery moment seemes an Age to â—ne that longs to heare that which his soule desires to know * Foolishnesse is ioy to him which is destitute of vnderstanding c. Prou. 15.21 * Vanitie holdeth nothing too deere for things nere so worthlesse that may any way tend to her pleasure * Iob 7.6 * No warning will preuaile with the wilfull * The Sunne runnes an oblique course in the heauens which measures time and in time men learne to doe amisse * Men lewdly liuing make a spoâ—le of time till 〈◊〉 spoile them The vices familiar with our natures in the seuerall ages of our life * Ther is none that doth good no not one Psal 17. * In time by reason experience wee reforme our maners if we be not vtterly void of grace * Leauing her last â—ooâ—esteps among the men which nâ—w are least acquainted wâ—th her or her steps Husbandmen * Venter auribus caret * No gracelesse wretch so vnnaturall but knowes the voice and law of nature because it is written in all meÌ„s hearts * Sathan winnoweth vs like wheate Luke 21.31 * They liue ill that thinke to liue euer * It is an abhominâ—tion to fooles to depart from euil Proâ— 13.19 * To haue heauen in this life is to holde hell in the other * We measure our frinds well-doing altogether by the line of worldly prosperitie * A scorner loues not him that rebukes him neither will he goe to the wise Pro. 15.12 * Reason is euer impugned and impeached by carnall Libertines * This makes so many miseries by reason of flatterers in the world for euery one couets to please for feare of frownes * Vicious liuers are strangers or rather enemies to Trueth â—nd her doctrine * These are the last and there fore the worst times which rather seeke to reforme by windy then explanary doctrine which perswades coldly * All times apter to Vice then Vertue * They that liue without thinking of their end doe commonly die ere they think of Death * The first death to the wicked is the entrance into the second * Repentance may be too late but neuer too soone * Tyrants * If good â—hey raise if bad they ruine it * A great torment in the life to come is due to those that can and will take such an immortall reuenge for any mortall inâ—urie * Feare * None are forsaken of God that cleaue to him by humble hearty praiee * The Kay of Intelligence * The Sonne of Gods first miracle hee wroght at the marriage Ioh. 2. honouring the feast with his personall presence * The wisest men are oft thus mistâ—ken for not being able â—o foresee perfectly future euents * The best meÌ„ Death soonest â—akes away because this wicked world is vnworthie of them * Fortune is euer in that mâ—â—ion like a waue moâ—ued with the wind * A sport so called * The contentious take small occasion to contend * Yet mightie men of our present times thinke otherwise as appeareth by their actions Oppression * All elementall Bodies subiect 〈◊〉 death * Which shall haue an end * Al that hath motion is subiect to dissolution * The Eie is saide to cause our blushing c. * Iustice Fortune Death are eielesse sith they haue no respect of persons * A kingdomâ— diuided is at point to be dissolued * Vntimely as well as vnreasonable taxings withdraw the loues of the Subiects * Princes often become odious to their subiects thorow the fault of those whoÌ„ they put in trust to gouerne vnder them * The readiest way to winne hearts * Loue and Bounty the best Baites to catch men * Captare beneuolentiam * Men are honored and folowed in this world onely for their fortunes * They got Territories which they could not holde * Fortune fauors fooles * Chirurgions * The way to thriue in that function * Elixir * A little therof multiplies infinitely as Alchymists affirme * Life is sweet * O Death how bitter is thy remembrance to a maÌ„ that hath pleasure in his riches Ecclus. 41.1 * Fronâ—â—â—ullae â—ides * Hope of future good in this life maks men feare death as an intollerable eâ—ill * 1. Iohn 5.4 * None so mortified but feares death in point of dying * The feâ—re of finall or particular iudgement makes Death vnwelcome
Humours Heau'n on Earth With The Ciuile Warres of Death and Fortune As also The Triumph of Death Or The Picture of the Plague according to the Life as it was in Anno Domini 1603. By Iohn Dauies of Hereford O! t' is a sacred kinde of Excellence That hides a rich truth in a Tales pretence Printed at London by A. I. 1609. ¶ To the right Noble Algernon Lord Percy sonne and heire apparant to the right Honorable Henry Earle of Northumberland THrice Noble and more hopefull Pupill I Who learnes thy Hand to shew thy Hearts conceits Would make thy heart before it Vice doth trie To know her Lures to shunne her slie deceits But in the Prime but of thy Pupillage Before the ioynts of Iudgement can be knit Although for Wit thou mai'st be Wisedomes Page Vice throwes her Lures aboue thy reach of Wit But yet when Time shall throwly close thy Mould Wherein all rare Conceits still cast shall bee Then shalt thou with cleere eies darke lines behold That leade thee to all knowledge fit for thee And sith that Childhood more in Tales delights Then saddest Truths I le tell thee merry Tales Of Lords and Ladies with their merry Knights Their merry Blisses and their sory Bales The outside of these Tales are painted o're With colours rich to please thine eagre sence But lin'd with naked Truth yet richly poore More fit for thy more rich Intelligence When thou canst cracke this Nut within the Shell Thou shalt a Kernell finde will please thy Taste The Pallate of thy Wit will like it well When thou shalt swallow it for ioy in haste Then make this Nut a whirligigge the while To make thee merry if thou canst be so To see the turning of our Sports to toile Wherein obserue how pleasures come and go For as a whirligigge doth turne so fast That sharpest sights the fruit do scarse perceiue So can no Pallate fruits of Pleasure taste When they are come so soone they take their leaue Readâ— little Lord this Riddle learne to reede So first appose then tell it to thy Pecres So shall they hold thee both in Name and Deed A perfect Pierc-ey that in darkenesse cleeres A Pierc-ey or a piâ—rcing Eie doth shâ—w Both Wit and Courage and if thou wilt learne By morall Tales sinnes mortall to eschew Thou shalt be wise and endlesse glorie earne That so thou mai'st the meanest Tutors praise So Percies fame shall pierce the Eie of Daies Then by those Raies my Pen inflam'd shall runnâ— Beyond the Moone to make thy Moone a Sunne Meane while and euer I rest prest to honour thee with my poore vttermost Iohn Dauies To the good Knight and my much honored Scholler Sir Philip Carey SIth Death deere Sir hath lately beene so fell To reaue that life than deere life deerer farre This record of his greater rage may quell The lesse perhaps in your particular Faine would I if I could beguile your griefe With telling you of others heauie harmes But ah such guile giues Griefe too true reliefe In your true humane heart that Pitty warmes Life is a Plague for who doth liue must die Yet some that haue the Plague doe scape aliue So life's more mortall than Mortalitie Then sith that life like death doth life depriue You may reioyce sith your Adolphus liu'd True Vertues life which cannot be depriu'd Viuat post funera virtus As much grieu'd for your losse as glad any way to shew his loue Iohn Dauies To the right worshipfull my deere Scholler Sir Humfrey Baskeruile of Earsley Knight And the no lesse louely than vertuous Lady his Wife SIth I am Lecturing my noblest Schollers You being two this Lecture deigne to reade For thogh it treats of nought but death dollers Yet it with pleasure may your passion feede For plagues to see vnplagu'd doth Nature please Although good nature gladly grieues thereat As we are well-ill pleas'd to see at Seas The wofull'st wracke while we are safe from that In health to tell what sickenesse we haue past Makes vs more souÌ„d for Gladnes health defends O then your eies on this Plagues-Picture cast To glad and grieue you for glad-grieuous ends But my sole End by this poore Meane to yee Is but to tie your Eares and Hearts to mee Iohn Dauies To my deere meeke modest and intirely beloued Mistris Elizabeth Dutton Mistris Mary and Mistris Vere Egerton three Sisters of hopefull destenies be all Grace and good Fortune SIth on my worthiest Schollers I doe muse How should my Muse to minde you once neglect Sith you are such TheÌ„ such she shuld abuse Should she not vse you with all deere respect Thou virgin Widow eldest of the Three That hold'st thy widows state of Death in chief Death in thy youth being fast hath made thee free Free from thy Ioy fastned thee to Griefe But he that is the Lord of lordly Death Reserues thine honor'd Sires most honor'd Sire From Deaths dispite while he draweth breath Thou lowly Soule art likely to aspire Thy Sisters like in Nature as in Name And both in Name and Nature nought but good Beloued Pupills well may hope the same Sith of like grace there is like likelihoode Yet in the height of Earths felicitie A meeke regard vnto this Picture giue To minde you so of lifes mortalitie So shall you liue to die and die to liue Meane while I hope through your cleere Stars to spie A Trinitie of Ladies ere I die He which for the exercise of your hie humilitie you please to call Master Iohn Dauies To my worthy and worthily beloued Scholer Thomas Bodenham Esquier sonne and heire apparant of Sir Roger Bodenham of Rotherwas Knight of the Bathe ANd if among them that are deere to mee Remembred by my Pen my Muses Tongue I should forget to shew my loue to thee My selfe but much more thee I so should wrong Nay wrong the right which I to thee doe owe But neuer shall my loue so guilefull proue As not to pay thee so deseru'd a due For I confesse thou well deseru'st my loue Thou wert my Scholer and if I should teach So good a Pupill such a Lesson ill By mine example I might so impeach Mine honest fame and quite disgrace my skill But when I learne thee such detested Lore Then loathe my loue and learne of me no more Yours as what 's most yours Iohn Dauies The last Booke being a Picture according to the Life dedicated To the no lesse high in Birth then honorable in Disposition right noble in either the Ladie Dorothie and Ladie Lucy Percies GReat-little Ladies greatly might you blame My little care of doing as I ought Should I neglect to set your noble Name First of those Principalls whose hands I taught Yet the more high your Birth and Places are The more ye ought to mind the blast of Breath As Philips Page did shew his Masters care When most he flourisht most to thinke on death Then with most blisse when
Yet that made worse then Ill how ill is All 193 There raignes what not that is not to be told With tong nor pen that sense afflicts with griefe There is Perditions home Damnations Hold Which giues death life death giues life reliefe It is the vtmost reach of Hot and Cold And of Dispaire the habitation chiefe In summe it is the summe of all distresse Which subdiuided makes it nothing lesse 194 These are Gehennaes Consorts these are they That still associate those that thither go This is the Place of that fell Monsters stay The Place where paine is infinite in woe The way thereto is plaine broad greene and gay All strew'd with floures to tice men thither so All which to Phusis erst by Logus told On Aletheia made her fasten hold 195 Now to returne to Phusis and her plaint Quoth she and her embraced all the while Deere Aletheia help me for I faint To thinke my Sonnes are neere this monster vile Who with his Tuske will teare and all to taint Their tender flesh which filthy Lusts defile Which to preuent I faine would learne of thee For thou best know'st what 's best for them mee 196 And for I know thou canst aright perswade For all thy words are held in reuerence I thee beseech from Vice them to disswade And from this Land sith none returns frō thence O bid them leaue their idle wandring Trade And tell them of this inconuenience Go Lady go the way thou canst not misse To all their homes and tel them home of this 197 I would quoth Aletheia gladly goe But that I feare they will entreate me ill For Logus sake neare kin to me they know But thy desire I will herein fulfill For I will go though I my selfe forgoe To bar their course and breake them of their will For life is wonne though lost in those Assaies Wherein the loser gaines immortall praise 198 Go gracious Ladie glory be thy guide Quoth Lady Phusis to this hardy Dame And I meane while will at this Gate abide With my friend Nosus Porter to the same So on this iourney Aletheia hi'd For she though wounded oft was neuer lame In all her Actions shee 's most vpright still For she will neuer halt how euer ill 199 This while sate Phusis at this narrow dore Talking with Logus who came to her there Because she did as he her will'd before Who told him all her hope and all her feare How Aletheia did her case deplore And went to schoole her Children eu'ry where For Hearts are eas'd when Tongs vnfold at large The griefes or ioyes which do them ouercharge 200 Logus her course herein did much commend And cheer'd her as she could with heu'nly words Praid her with patience to expect the end And comfort eu'ry way to her affords Strengthning her hope that now her sons would mend Sith Aletheias sayings would like swords Subdue all rancke rebellion of the sense For powrefull words winne more then violence 201 They had not thus sate reas'ning there awhile But Aletheia they farre off might see Flying to them-wards ouer stoppe and Stile Oft looking backe as those that chased bee Thē wel they knew hope did their hopes beguile Which they till they had tri'd could not foresee For that which is contingent who doth kno Are onely wise and none but ONE is so 202 But comming neere thē almost breathlesse quite She panting told them windlesse as she could How she had bin by vertue of her might About the whole world and with courage bold For which she said she was in painefull plight All Phusis children of their errors told To whom quoth she in diuerse formes I came Yet kept my nature though I chang'd my name 203 Some tooke me for grosse Error some for mad Some superstitious some hereticall Some for Deceipt and some for Vice as bad Presumptuous some some hipocriticall But the most part most malice to me had For they at first sight draue me to the wall Some seem'd to take my part with Tooth Naile That did indeed me most of all assaile 204 The Curious rent my Maske to see my face The Prowd ore lookt nay troade me vnderfeete The Learned grac'd themselues with my disgrace Th'vnlerned graueld filld my mouth with Greet Which made me faine and speake as one in chase So all I met withall with me did meete Truth gets but hate but Adulation loue That this is truth vnto my paine I proue 205 So when I saw the perill I was in Away I fled thus wounded as you see I held it base to keepe vnscar'd my skin Sith mine aduenture might bring ease to thee But Phusis this I did thy loue to win Whom I do loue how ere thou louest me No dearer loue can Loue bewray then this To venture that for Loue that dearest is 206 Ah woe is me quoth Phusis that thou shouldst For my poore Loue which thou dost well deserue Venture that Iewell which thou dearest holdst Yet that rare hazard not my turne to serue Thy will I see in that I see thou wouldst Venture thy life my sonnes liues to preserue And that thou shouldst for that be wounded so And they the worse for that the worse my woe 207 Can neither Caueats of Mortalitie Which flow frō thy mouth with almighty force Nor my perswasions more then motherly Giue them some feeling of their senslesse course Are their Soules seared with impiety That they for it therein feele no remorce Then what shall I a woefull mother do But wish I Were not and my children too 208 But what I pray did Princes say to thee When thou did'st mind them that they once must die They said therewith stabb'd at me quoth she I like a deuill in my Throate did lie These of all others most I sought to flee And yet I honor roiall Maiestie Without my hand sustaine Thrones reeling stand For all staid Thrones are staied by my hand 209 And how quoth Phusis doe the Iudges liue Many of them replied she doom'd me death Because I would not as did others giue Them goldē Scabberds Iustice Sword to sheath How Lawyers They by others losses thriue And oft quoth she on all sides sell their breath Physitions how They reason doubtfully Till Fees they finger past recouery 210 Poore Poets how while they quoth she do fill The world with Fables feed thēselues with hopes More fabulous so hold they but at will Their tearme of life of some great Lord that opes His Mouth more then his Purse their Eares to fill More then their Mawes which greedie Famine grops Whose biting stomacks stil do stomack it The while they starue for want of wealth and wit 211 Ah these deere Harts I pitty in my hart Who liue by sweet Lines which do end their life For to liue long they hang themselues by Arte
so ill Vnioynt the body of their Common-weale Hew it in peeces bring it all to nought With Rigors boistrous hand all Bands canceale Wherin the heau'ns staÌ„d bound to Earth in aught Wound me the scalpe of humane Policie Sith it would stand without the help of heau'n On rotten proppes of all impietie Away with it let it be life-bereau'n With plagues strike through Extortions loathed loines And riuet in them glowing pestilence Giue giue Iniustice many mortall foynes And with a plague send send the same froÌ„ hence Wind me a Botch huge Botch about the Necke Of damn'd disguis'd man-pleasing Sanctitie And Simony with selfe same Choller decke Plague these two Plagues with all extremitie For these are Pearles that quite put out the eies Of Piety in Christian Common-wealths These these are they from whoÌ„ all plagues do rise TheÌ„ plagues on plagues by right must reaue their healths Dash Veng'aÌ„ce viall on the cursed brow Of Zodomy that euer-crying sinne And that it be no more whole Pelions throw Of plagues vpon it both without and in Throgh black Auernus hels mouth send the same Into the deepest pit of lowest hell Let neuer more the nature nor the name Be known within the Zones where meÌ„ may dwel Oppresse Oppression this Lands burning-feauer With burning sores of feauers-pestilent And now or neuer quell it now and euer For it doth quell the Poore and Innocent Bring downe damn'd Pride with a pure pestileÌ„ce Deriued from all plagues that are vnpure Extracted to th' extreamest quintessence For Pride all Sinnes plagues for sin procures In Atheismes breast instead of her curst hart Set an huge Botch or worse plague mâ—re coÌ„pact That it may neuer conuert or peruert Nor haue powre to perswade much lesse coact Beblaine the bosome of each Misteris That bares her Brests lusts signes ghests to allure With a plague kisse her that plagues with a kisse And make her with a murraine more demure Our puling puppets coy and hard to please My too strait-laced all-begarded Girles The skumme of Nicenesse London Mistresses Their skins imbroder with plagues orient Pearls For these for First-fruits haue Fifteenes to spare But to a Beggar say We haue not for yee Then do away this too-fine wastefull Ware To second death for they do most abhorre mee Then scowre the Brothel-houses make them pure That flow with filth that wholsomst flesh infects Fire out the Pox from theÌ„ce with plages vnpure For they do cause but most vnpure effects Plague carnall Colleges wherein are taught Lusts beastly lessons which no beast will brooke Where Aratine is read and nearely sought And so Lusts Precepts practiz'd by the Booke Who knowes not Aratine let him not aske What thing it is let it suffice hee was But what no Mouth can tell without a Maske For Shame it selfe will say O let that passe He was a Monster Tush O nothing lesse For Nature monsters makes how ere vnright But Nature ne'r made such a Fiend as this Who like a Fiend was made in Natures spight Therefore away with all that like his Rules Which Nature doth dislike as she doth Hell Break vp those free yet deere damned Schools That teach but gainst kinde Nature to rebell Rogh-cast the skin of smooth-fac'd glozing Guile With burning blisters to consume the same That swears to sell crackt wares yet lies the while And of gaine by deceiuing makes her game Who but to vtter but a thing of nought Vtters all othes more precious then her Soule And thinks them well bestowd so it be bought So vtters wares with othes by falshood foule This foule offence to Church Commonwealth Sweep cleane away with Wormewood of annoy For it consisteth but by lawfull stealth Then let the truest Plagues it quite destroy Of Tauerns reaking still with vomitings Draw with the Owners all the Drawers out Let none draw Aire that draw on Surffettings But Excesse and her Slaues botch all about Sith such by drawing out and drawing on Do liue let such be drawne out on a Beare For they with wine haue many men vndone And famisht them in fine through belly-cheare Browne-paper Merchants that do venâ— such trash To heedlesse heirs to more wealth borne then wit That gainst such Paper-rocks their houses dash While such slie Merchants make much vse of it Vse them as they do vse such heires to vse That is to plague them without all remorce These with their Brokers plague for they abuse God King and Law by Lawes abused force Then petti-botching-Brokers all bebotch That in a month catch eighteene pence in pound Six with a Bill and twelue for vse they catch So vse they all they catch to make vnsound That they may catch them and still patches make Which in the pound do yeeld theÌ„ eighteen pence Forc'd like sheep trespassing the Pownd to take Leauing their Fleece at last for recompence Hang in their hang-mans wardrop plagues to aire That all may flie or die that with it mell And so when none will to their ragges repaire They must forsake their liues or labour well Briefly kill cursed Sinne in generall And let Flesh Bee no more to harbour it Away with filthie Flesh away with all Wherein still-breeding Sinne on broode doth sit This was Deaths charge this charge did he giue Which was perform'd forthwith accordingly For now the dead had wasted so the liue Or wearied so that some vnburied lie For All obseru'd the Pestilence was such As laught to scorne the help of Phisickes art So that to death All yeelded with a touch And sought no help but help with ease to part An hell of heate doth scorch their seething vaines The blood doth boile and all the Body burnes Which raging Heate ascending to the Braines The powres of Reason there quite ouerturnes Then t is no sinne to say a Plague it is From whence immortall miseries do flow That makes men reason with their rest to misse And Soules and Bodies do endanger so Here crie the parents fot their Childrens death There howle the children for their parents losse And often die as they are drawing breath To crie for their but now inflicted crosse Here goes an husband heauily to seeke A Graue for his dead wife now hard to haue A wife there meets him that had done the like All which perhaps are buried in one Graue The last suruiuor of a Familie Which yesterday perhaps were all in health Now dies to beare his fellowes company And for a Graue for all giues all their wealth There wends the fainting Son with his dead Sire On his sole shoulders borne him to interre Here goes a father with the like desire And to the Graue alone his Sonne doth beare The needie greedie of a wealthie Pray Runne into houses cleans'd of Families From whence they bring with goodes their bane away So end in wealth their liues and miseries No Cat Dog Rat Hog Mouse or Vermine vile
against Man did conspire And Man against Man to exrirpe his Race Who Bellowes were t' augment Infections fire And blow abroad the same from place to place Sedition thus marcht with a pestilence From towne to towne to make them desolate The Browne-Bill was too short to keep it thence For further off it raught the Bill-mans pate Nor walls could keepe it out for it is said And truely too that Hunger breakes stone-walls The plague of Hunger with the Plague arrai'd It selfe to make way where ere Succour calls For hungrie Armies fight as Fiends they were No humane powre can well their force withstand They laugh to scorne the shaking of the Speare And gainst the gods theÌ„selues theÌ„selues dare band Some ranne as mad or with wine ouer-shot From house to house when botches on them ranne Who though they menac'd were with Sword and Shot Yet forward ran feare nor God nor man As when a Ship at Sea is set on fire And all on flame 's winde-driuen on a Fleete The Fleete doth flie sith that Ship doth desire Maugre all force oppos'd with it to meete So flies the Bill-man and the Muskettire From the approaching desperate plaguy wight As from a flying flame of quenchlesse fire For who hath any life with Death to fight At all cries Death then downe by heaps they fall He drawes in By and Maine amaine he drawes Huge heapes together and still cries At all His hand is in and none his hand withdrawes For looke how Leaues in Autumne from the tree With wind do fall whose heaps fil holes in grouÌ„d So might ye with the Plagues breath people see Fall by great heapes and fill vp holes profound No holy Turffe was left to hide the head Of holiest men but most vnhall'wed grounds Ditches and Hie-waies must receiue the dead The dead ah woe the while so oreabounds Here might ye see as t' were a Mountainet Founded on Bodies grounded very deepe Which like a Trophee of Deaths Triumphs set The world on wonder that did wondring weepe For to the middle Region of the Aire Our earthly Region was infected so That Foules therein had cause of iust dispaire As those which ouer Zodome dying go Some common Carriers for their owne behoofe And for their good whose Soules for gaines doe Fetching froÌ„ LoÌ„do packs of Plags stuffe grone Are forc'd to inne it in some Barne alone Where lest it should the Country sacrifise Barne Corne and Stuffe a Sacrifice is sent In Aire-refining Flames to th' angrie Skies While th'owners do their Faults Losse lament The Carriers to some Pest-house or their owne Carried clapt vp and watcht for comming out Must there with Time or Death conuerse alone Till Time or Death doth free the world of doubt Who thogh they Cariers were yet being too weak Such heauy double Plagues as these to beare Out of their houses som by force do break And drowne themselues themselues from plags to cleare These are reuenges fit for such a God Fit for his Iustice Powre and Maiestie These are right ierkes of diuine Furies Rod That draw from Flesh the life-blood mortally If these are but his temp'rall Punishments Then what are they surmounting Time and Fate Melt Flesh to thinke but on such Languishments That Soule and Bodie burne in endlesse date His vtmost Plagues extend beyond the reach Of comprehension of the deepest Thought For he his wisedome infinite doth stretch To make them absolutely good for nought Then O what heart of sensible Discourse Quakes not as if it would in sunder fall But once to thinke vpon such Furies force As doth so farre surmount the thoughts of all If humane Wisedome in the highest straine Should yet stretch further Torments to deuise They would be such that none could them sustain Through weight of woes and raging agonies Then O what be they that deuised are By Wisedome that of Nought made all this All That stretch as farre past speach as past compare Surmounting Wonder supernaturall They be the Iudgements of that Trinitie Which like themselues are most inscrutable Then can mans heart but either swoone or die To thinke on anguish so vnthinkeable And can our Sense our Sense so much besot To thinke such worlds of woe no where exist Sith in this sensuall World it feeles them not And so in sinne till they be felt insist Then happy That that is insensible Since wee imploy our happinesse of Sense To feele and taste but pleasures sensible And see no Paine that at their end commence To breake the Belly of our damn'd Desires With honied Sweets that soone to poison turne And in our Soules enkindle quenchlesse fires Which all the frame thereof quite ouerturne To please it selfe a Moment and displease It selfe for euer with ne'r-ending paines To ease the Bodie with the Soules disease To glad the Guttes to grieue the Heart Braines To make the Throat a Through-fare for Excesse The Belly a Charibdis for the same To vse Wit still but onely to transgresse And make our Sense the Spunge of Sin Shame Then happy are sweet Floures that liue and die Without offence most pleasing vnto all And haplesse Man that liues vnpleasâ—ngly To Heau'n and Earth so liues and dies to fall The Rose doth liue a sweete life but to please And when it dies it leaues sweet fruit behinde But Man in Life and Death doth none of these If Grace by Miracle ne'r mend his mind Blush Man that Floures should so thy selfe excell That wast created to excell what not That on the Earth created was to dwell Then blush for shame to grace thy Beauties blot Art thou Horizon made vnholy one Betwixt immortall Angells and bruit beasts Yet wilt twixt beasts and fiends be Horizon By that which Angells grieues and God detests Then Plagues must follow thy misguided Will So to correct thine ill-directing Wit Such as these are or others much more ill The worst of which Sinne ill of Ills befit And loe for Sinne how yet the Plague doth rage With vnappeased furie more and more Making our Troy-nouant a tragicke Stage Whereon to shew Deaths powre with slaughters sore Great Monarch of Earths ample world he is And of our little Worlds that worlds content He giues ill Subiects Bale good Subiects Blisse So though he raignes iust is his Regiment Our sins foule blots corrupt the Earth and Aire Our sins soules botches all this All defile And make our Soules most foule that were most faire For nought but sin we all all nought the while When sharpest wits are whetted to the point To pierce into all secrets but to sinne And all the corps of Luxury vnioint To see what sensuall ioy might be therein Whenas such trickes as no Sunne euer saw Deuis'd are daily by the Serpent-wise To cramme all Flesh into the Deuills maw By drifts as scarse the Deuill can deuise Can God most iust be good to men so ill And
can the Earth and Aire wherein such liue Keepe such aliue O no all Plagues must fill That Aire and Earth that do such plagues reliue What are those men but plagues that plague but men All men are such that teach sin in effect And all do so that sinne but now and then If now and then they sinne in ouert act What can containe vs if these plagues cannot If neither these we feele nor those we shall Be not of force to keepe our liues from blot What then remaines but plagues to scowre vs all Till we wax lesse and they so multiplide That we be nothing lesse than what we are Conuerted or confounded we abide In or without God with or without care If when his yron Rod drawes blood from vs And is vpon our backes yea breakes our bones We cease not yet to be rebellious What can conuert vs but plagues for the nones For Natures heart doth yrne with extreame griefe When wel she weighs her childrens strange estâ—â— Subiect to sinne and so to sorrowes chiefe For both in counterchange renew their date For now we sinne yea with a witnesse sinne Witnesse our conscience then we plagued are Plagu'd with a witnes witnesse plagues that With fury on vs then when so we fare Fall we to pray and creepe to Grace for grace Which being got and ease and weale at will We fall to sinne and so our soules disgrace Thus sinne and plagues runne round about vs still This euer-circling Plague of plagues and sinne Surroundeth Mankinde in an hell of woe Man is the Axis standing still therein And goes with it where euer it doth goe For since he fell who at this Center staies By Nature most vnnaturall the while Here moues man mouelesse as the Axis plaies And Times turns turning with him doth beguile And yet this Plague if Griefs tears quench it not Is like a sparke of fire in flax too drie And may if our Lusts coole not burne more hot Than erst it did so waste vs vtterly We see it will not out but still it lies In our best Cities Bowells like a Cole That threats to flame and stil doth fall and rise Wasting a part thereby to warne the whole None otherwise than when with griefe we see Some house on fire we strait to saue the towne Watch fast and pray and most industrious bee With hooke and line to pull the Building downe So doth this fire of heau'ns still kindling ire Blister our Cities publike Body so As we are blister'd but with so much fire As we may quench with teares if they do flo 〈◊〉 if it should breake forth in flames afresh As ah what staies it but vnstinted Grace What thing shuld quench it but a world of Flesh Or desolation it away to chace Time neuer knew since he beganne his houres For aught we reade a Plague so long remaine In any Citie as this Plague of ours For now six yeares in London it hath laine Where none goes out but at his comming in If he but feeles the tendrest touch of smart He feares he is Plague-smitten for his sinne So ere hee 's plagu'd he takes It to the heart For Feare doth Loadstone-like it oft attract That else would not come neere or steale away And yet this plaguy-feare will scarse coact Our Soules to sinne no more this Plague to slay But thou in whose high hand all hearts are held Conuert vs and from vs this Plague auert So sin shall yeeld to Grace and Grace shall yeeld The Giuer glory for so deere desert Too deere for such too worthles wicked Things At best but clods of base Infirmitie Too deere for sinne that all this murraine brings Too deere for those that liue but twice to die In few what should I say the best are nought That breathe since man first breathing did rebell The best that breath are worse thaÌ„ may be thoght If Thought can thinke the best can do but well For none doth well on Earth but such as will Confesse with griefe they do exceeding ill The best is but a Briere and none doth good But He that makes Vs blamelesse in his Blood FINIS * Kinne as they were of the seueâ— deadly sinnes no kinne as they were different sinnes * The Glutton * The Leacher * â—he prowd vaine and ambitious man A description of the Gluttons habite A description of the Wantons Apparrell The Prowd-ambitious mans apparrel described * Blacke * The wish of Philoxenus a philosopher * Genes 3.15 * The Scale of Gluttony for the pâ—nch to climbe by * Taste the sense wherein Men-beasts do most delight * Gene. 3.6 * All the labour of man is for the mouth c. Eclesiast 6.7 * Adored * Psal 34.8 * Epicures beleeue not the Soules immortalitie and so no scripture * Good foode comforts the hart cheeres the sprite * Which the tong makes against the Pallate * They that drinke much must euery way euacuate much * What we most loue of that we gladly heare and speake Epithymus The praise of Touching * Touching being furthest remoued from the Vnderstanding of all the senses makes it the more brutish * Heroike spirites soonest enthralled with loue * Wanton Louers most prophane * This Obiect makes the Soule most abiect * A glauncing aluring looke * No passion more violent in the Soule of Man or Beast * Hercules * Salomon * 700 wiues and 300. concubines * Danaae * With Loue-tricks to make Lustinsatiable * A lasciuious kisse bewitching wantons knowne best to such * The wicked conspire in euill though they vary in circumstances * Soueraigne aucthority can silence all vnder heauen that inueighs against her inordinate pleasures * What man shal say to the Soueraigne What doost thou without incurring his ire which is the precursor of Death Prou. 16.14 * Where the word of the King is there is power and who shall saie ta him What doost thou Eccles 8.4 * That which men Beasts by the prouocation of Nature onely * To rule men well is proper to God and men onely * Few or none so mortified but can be coÌ„tented to liue rather ruling then ruled * Humane wisedome * The lookes of soueraigne maiestie doth either kill or quicken * The indignatioÌ„ of a prince is most mortall * Ars dâ—minabitur Astris Wise kings much more * The concord of the Euill condemns the discord of the Good * Worldes weale vncertaine in our life but determines vtterly in our death * Death is most familiar with those that are most straÌ„ge to him * The sting of ConscieÌ„ce kilâ— our liueliest pleasures of the flesh * Daily proofe telles our vnderstandings â—hat all worldly pleasures are as â—hort as vaine and vnsure * Salomon * Eccles 1.2 * Good is the obiect of loue * Our Crowne saith the Soueraigne * The loue of a Crowne oft makes the son to hate the father * Robert Couâ—tesse Edward the
second Richard the second Edward the fift Rich. the third HeÌ„ry the sixt * His Councellours * Feare betraieth the comforts and succours which Reason offereth * True ioy coÌ„tents the desire and excludes feare which worldly ioy doth not * The ioy of the Soule is incident to good and ghostly liuers onely * Glory atteÌ„ds vpon God his onely * Vaine pleasures doe effeminate the minde * To obey reason is to rule kingly * Reason is thought to be most vnreasonable by the sensuall * Philem. 9. * Merâ— vâ—tâ—â—nea putet * Not to see our sinne is to liue and die in sinne * Christ Lord of life * Reason the eie of the soule * Humane creatures are reasonable thogh many liue brutishly * Humane reason assisted by diuine grace true guide to perfect felicity * 3. sins most familiar with mens nature * We hate our euill Councellors when we are plagued for following them * All men are conceiued in sinne * Repentance * The present time is sure to repent in which is no sooner thoght on but gone for euer * They are enemies to reason that desire to liue sensually * The Iay sits with â—he lay Eccles 17.9 * A true mark of reprobatioÌ„ * Iob 15.16 * Nature * Custome Phusis her habit described * As it is saide of the Ape * Custome is another nature * Custome is ouercome by Custome if Nature be willing * Natures loosenes must be restrained by Reasons stedfastnes * Ouer-kinde mothers make vnkind Children * Though fire be good yet fire in flaxe is not good so though pleasure be good yet in youâ— hiâ— is not good * A good preteÌ„ce for a fault maks the fault the fouler * Founts of Frailtie * Strength of pleasures * Affection transports iudgement into partialitie * Reason is very preualent with the attentiue * When Reason is reiected men are lest to all brutishnesse * Truth * Hell made for torment Esa 30 33. * Deceit and Guile excluded Truth froÌ„ the Earth * Truth is one but Errour is manifold * As without the Sun none can see the Sun so without Trueth none caÌ„ come at the Author of Truth * Time * Death The description of Chronus and Thâ—natus * Nature caÌ„not abide Death nor Time running thereto * A well tunde tongue cannot please an eare vtterly out of tune * The choice is miserable where the best is misery * In case of distresse we willingly imbrace the aduice of Reason * Sicknesse * Naturall heate sustaines the vital powers in sickenesse Sickenesse described * Reason begets in vs resolution to die coragiously * True loue deemes no paine intollerable endured for the beloued The descriptioÌ„ of the house of Time * The vpper Crust of a Rocke vnfrequented * Noisome Plants produced from Mans more noisome offence * Deaths house described * The Graue is irkesome to flesh blood * If Graues open by reason of the earths hollownesse they soone are closed againe with feete that treade on theÌ„ * The Graue and Destruction can neuer be full Prou. 27.20 * Nothing more noisome to the Nose and Eie then a rotten Carcasse * Friends of those that are in burying * No sense enioyed in the Graue * The earthly Carcasse * Christ the Lord of Loue. * Isa 34.14 * Death is the beginning of â—oy or misery * The Graue is the reâ—t of the restleâ—â—â— * The mortified in conuersation most familiar with Death * The Humors are the Children ofâ— be Elements * Tombe or Pyramed * Time ruines al monuments how euer substantiall * In a Graue lies the Anatotomy of Ruine * Trueth True descriptions are able to quicken things dead * Sicknesse is manifold for we are borne one way and die an hundred waies * Nature is â—ed by reason to the knowlege of Truth * Gifts get fauour but not with Death or Sickenesse sauing that Sicknes is the better borne by the gift of naturall heate * Who tenders sicknesse shall haue his company * Sicknesse extinguisheth our vitall flame * Nature can not endure to be bettered by Sicknesse * An inbred hate twixt Nature and Death * Truth is hid with cloudes of mysteries that shee is hard to bee found * Truth being masked we must vse the more diligenâ—â— to discouer her * Many of theÌ„ measure truth by their present worldly profite * Poets which all men taxe for lying doe least lie of any the morall of their fictions considered * Their soules abhorre that light foode for feeding it doth but famish * Natures eies are dimd by Adams transgression * Whether I be my selfe or no because euery like is not the same * Vices perswasions are most forcible with the Sons of Nature * Hell is much more horrible then can enter into the thoght or vnderstanding An ample description of Hell * Reuel 20.3 * Maâ—th 8.12 25.30 Iob. 10.21 22. * Isai 30.33 * Reue. 20.14 * Reue. 16.11 * Marke 9.44.48 Isa 66.24 * Reue. 16.11 * Reuel 6.8 * Reue. 16.13 * Hell and the Graue are insatiable * The damned still are dying and neuer dead * Math. 24.51 * And men boiled in great heate blasphemed the name of God which bath power ouer these plagues ond they repented not to giue him glory Reue 16.9 * Deuills * Reuel 16.9 * Reuel 20 3. * Reuel 20.10 * So fares the Flie with the Spider * The light of Lightning is much more horrible then comfortable * Reuel 17.16 * Flesh of the tormented A prudent man seeth the plague and hideth himselfe but a foole goeth on still and is punished Prou. 22.3 Frigida Gehenna * Reuel 16.21 * Reuel 16 2â— Rewarde her as she hath rewarded you and giue her double according to her workes and in the Cuppe which shee haâ—h filled to you fill her the double Reuel 17.6 Deliuer thy selfe as a Doe from the haÌ„d of the hunter and as a Bird from the haÌ„d of the Fowler Prou 6.5 They shall passe from the waters of the snow to ouer much heate Iob. * The greateâ— the diuell the worse * Psal 83.13 * And they gnawed their tongues for sorrow Reu. 16.10 * And they gnawed their tongues for sorrow Reu. 16.10 * Math. 24 5â— * In tormenting * Reuel 20.3 * Matth. 8.12 * The paines of the damned are without end meane or measure * Nothing in this world that is violent is permanent * Immortall * Reuel 19.20 * Isay 30.33 * In this world * In heauen * The more our losse the more is our griefe * The spirit of a man will sustaine his infirmity but a wounded spirit who can beare it Pro. 18.14 * Wert not for Hope Heart would breake * Immortalitie naturally is good * The paine of the damned are as great as the wisedome of the Creator could deuise which is infinite and vnvtterable * The way to
euer interdicts Is this the Soule we thought with flesh should die Which feeles these mortall plagues immortally 175 Here some with hands fast frozen to their mouth Do seeke to thaw them with their warmest breath But lo the frost that breath so fast pursuth That it doth freeze in comming from beneath So hand and mouth thereby the faster growth Yet liue they still though frozen quite to death For like to Alabaster Tombs they stand Frozen to death yet liue at Deaths command 176 Here boistrous Bugbeares do at foot-ball play With a still-tost and tumbled groning Ghost To catch thē heat which done they dāce the Hay About it breathlesse being ouer-tost So with transmuted formes it to dismay With feare that may afflict the seeing most While that poore Soule lies panting like an Hare Among foule hounds that seeke the same to share 177 Now Matacheyns they daunce with visage grim And at ech chāge they chāge their horrid shapes And at ech turne they torture life and limb Of this tormented Soule that gasping gapes As if the Ghost were yeelding at the brim Of deepe Not-beings Pit which yet it scapes At point of death to liue immortally Is still to liue and liuing still to die 178 Now comes a chased Ghost that flies for life Before a foule-mouth'd crie of hellish hounds And being caught twixt them is deadly strife Which of them all shall giue it deadliest wounds Each of whose teeth is like an Hangmans knife Which torments if not utterly confounds O! thinke then what an hell of feare that hart Must hold that such infernall Hounds do start 179 Here winds that whistle while they freezing are As if they merry were for freezing so Bring with their working pitchy clouds of Care Wherewith they are involu'd that thither go Those biting frosts do there make all things bare Which make the same a naked world of woe Where nought but nipping frosts are felt seene Ne'r-vading griefes do flourish euer greene 180 Here stands a Fowler fowle with Nets of Wire To take a flight of Soules that staruing flee Late fled from whence they neuer can retire So when in that fast-holding Net they bee He dragges them to the frost or to the fire Where either are in the extream'st degree This is the welcome which they first receaue That of their life mis-spent haue tane their leaue 181 This flight thus caught the Legions of the North Fill all those Regions with their hellish houles And with their vgliest formes come roaring forth To share among them those feare-shaken Soules The worthiest takes the Soule of smallest worth To execute thereon the greatest doles Quake flesh to heare what fraile flesh heere doth feele For endlesse plagues turne here still like a wheele 182 Here may you see for anguish some to tear Their flesh from bones yea bones and flesh to gnaw That so they may no more those torments beare Which make thē burst with choler in their Maw Some grate their teeth as teeth they grīding were To cut the flesh which they before did saw And all and some are so with tortures tir'd That they seeme quietst when they most are fir'd 183 Here Bugs bestirre them with a bellowing rore As at a Scamble we see Boyes to sturre Who for Soules scamble on a glowing flore Biting and scratching like the Cat and Curre Whiles with their Talons they their prey do gore And thogh they striue they do therein concurre Within whose gripes the Soule in silence grones For feare of feeling thousand hells at once 184 Here in a corner sits an vgly forme That on the matter of a liuing Corse Finds matter of much mirth which is t' informe Himselfe of all the sinews and their force Who with a knife the flesh doth all deforme To pull out nerues and sinews in their course Which like strings broken hanging at a Lute So hang these nerues the Body all about 185 Here may you see some others driuing nailes Vnder the nailes of endlesse sorrowes slaues Some others threshing them like flax with flailes Thē moow thē vp in groūdlesse gulfs by thraues Some playing on their hart-strīgs with their nails Some others broaching them on ragged staues And all and some more busie farre then Bees To gather hony from the gall of these 186 If Paine her vtmost pow'r awhile for beare As seld she doth for there she 's still in force It is suppli'd with feare surmounting feare For loe in Azur'd flames with voices horse Farre off approaching grisly Formes appeare Which feare far off neare at hand much worse For Fantasie with paine is more orecome When it is comming then when it is come 187 And all about in darknesse thicke as darke Are seene to shine like Gloworms vgly eies Which like a Partrige sprong ech soule do mark So that to scape no Soules pow'r can deuise For should they mount as doth the nimble Lark A gastly Griphon doth them strait surprise Or should they sincke into Pits bottomlesse There shuld they meet the like with like distresse 188 In mortall life though mortall be mens woes Three things their vtmost rage do qualifie That 's Comfort Hope and Rest but none of those Come neare this place of paines extremity Mens Rackers here being tir'd do let them loose But they are Sprites that men there crucifie Who can endure all labour without paine While they do Sprites that is for ere remaines 189 But if mens plaguers here immortall were And were of pow'r vntir'd to plague them still Yet would they them yer long to nothing weare Or them with lacerating torments kill But all so plagu'd are made immortall there Who thogh they stil are spoil'd yet noght cā spill Thē thogh Time wears that on Time doth depēd Yet they weare not for Time doth them attend 190 Yea thogh their Plaguers themselues were such Yet in this life the Instruments of paine To nought would waste with vsing long much But that same firie Lake doth still remaine Which though it quite cōfounds but with a tuch Yet it confounds but to torment againe And lest the fire should out prepar'd there is A Sea of Sulphure which still feedeth this 191 These present paines the Wit do pining waste But those to come the Will do martire most The Memory is plagu'd with pleasures past And Vnderstanding with the pleasures lost Which on the Soule the Soule of Sorrowes cast For endles Ioyes to lose crosse-woūds our Ghost To haue bin well doth but encrease our curse But to lose endlesse being well is worse 192 Then what remaines to ease the wounded spright When Hope that keeps it whole becoms Dispaire For in that dungeon of eternall night That most doth ruine that should most repaire For Immortalitie right good by right The Soule and Bodies powres doth most impaire Then hauing but one good thing naturall