and with It the Pagan play By off'ring vp thy selfe to It and dy In Flames but of Selfe-loue condempn'd eache waie Then better thou hadst nere bin borne sith birth Thy diuiue Beauty so condempnes to Earth 28 IF as the Pithagoreans do beleeue The Sea be nought but one of Saturnes Teares Its not vnlike sith still I weeping grieue That myne Eyes Seas should shed in many years This is the seaunth Sunne hath seen my loue As firm as flaming towards thy Beauties Heaun Yet ouerthwartly that Heauns Sunnes do moue Through euil Signes that to no grace are giun Nere did they shine on me but to exhale A Sea of Teares from my stil-springing Eyes Or els to parche my Bloud and make me pale So fall my Teares that still do falling rise And if those Sunnes thou Cloude still with disdainâ— Myne eyes shall end the World with endlesse Raine 29 SOme say the Weezel-masculine doth gender With the Shee-Weezel only at the Eare And she her Burden at hir Mouth doth render The like sweet Loue doth in our loue appeare For I as Masculine beget in Thee Loue at the Eare which thou bearst at the Mouth And though It came from Hart and Reynes of me From the Teeth outward It in thee hath growth My Mouth thine Eares doth euer chastly vse With putting in hot Seed of actiue Loue Which streight thine Ear conueyeth like a Sluce Into thy Mouth and there but Aire doth proue Yet Aire is actiue but not like the fire Then ô how should the Sonne be like the Sire 30 IF Fire hath oft Barbarian Honors done it By reason it resembles so the Sunne Yet scarse is seene when his Raies ouer-runne it What would Barbarians to thine Haire haue donne Which ô faire Sweete oreshines Fire Sunne and all Whose rare resplendance no Eyes can behold That are not like it most Angellicall And being so will them in wonder hold Then sith that Nature Crown'd Thee with such Light As makes all Eyes adoreing wonder at Bee not ô bee not then in loue so light As makes thee darke by being This to That My speach is darke yet what by light I meane Is more vnconstant then it is vncleane 31 IT is as true as strange els Triall faines That whosoeuer in the Moone-shine sleepes Are hardly wak't the Moone so rules the Braines For Shee is Soueraigne of the Braines aud Deepes So thou faire Cynthia with thy borrowed Beames Borrow'd of Glories Sunne great Lord of Light Makst me still sleepe in Loue Whose golden Dreames Giue Loue right Currant sith well-Coyn'd Delight I cannot wake while thou on me dost shine Thy shyning so makes mee so sweetly Dreame For still me thinks I kisse those lippes of thine And nothing els for I will not blaspheame But thought is free and Dreames are Dreames and so I dreame and dreame and dreame but let That go 32 LVst is a Tyrant Loue a Seruant Is This is the Sentence of Proofes euidence For I nere see you Sweete but feele by This Both Cold and Hâ—ate through Loue and reuerence VVhat Eye can look through cleere Loues Spectacle On Vertues Maiestie that shines in Beauty But as to Natures diuin'st Miracle Performes not to It all subiectiue dutie BEAVTIES Diuinitie none dare prophane That are of Humane or of Brutish Kinde But when It s full where Vertue 's in the wane VVhere a faire Body hids a filthie Minde But were thy Mind and Bodies beauty one T were Natures Maiesties diuinest Throne 33 YNough fell Faire for thou hast donne the Deede That thou hast longe bin doing which doth make Thy mercy lesse for that to kill with speede Shewes more remorce then they that leasure take How and how longe hast thou bin mart'ring mee To make my Deathe beyond my death to stand Who haue bin so Anatomiz'd by Thee That eu'ry Nerue hath felt thy Rigors hand Out of my Hart and Braines that Hand hath squiz'd The Spirits that either Life or Sence maintaine For I am all as dead as vnaduiz'd Only for Thee I Life in show retaine And if thou wilt haue That sith That 's for Thee Then take Thou All and leaue the rest for mee 34 OMemorie the Relicke of my Sence Whie yet remainst to make me yet remaine A Relike of my Fancies sowle offence That lov'd for hate and woo'd but for disdaine Carowse of Loethe make thie Cuppe my Scull Vntill thou bee dead-drunke then like the Blest I shall bee full of rest as thou art full Of that forgetfulnes which myndes but rest And thou relentlesse Diamond too deere Too deere for mee that offer'd mee for thee Shal to the World in woorth the lesse appeare Sith thou proust nothing woorth to wronged mee Then sith thou art nought woorth but in th' Exchange I will not mee for thee now interchange 35 NOw plaies my Mind vpon hir Instrument Thought-wasted Body Organ of my Minde No Parts but such as wholy discontent My Parts are so vntun'd by Thee Vnkinde My Longues the Bâ—llowes draw in nought but Aire That 〈◊〉 my Wind-pipes but with harshe Complaints Tending to Diapassons of Dâ—spaire Which often die for that Winde often faints My Hart and Braines the Stoppes that cause the Moode Do often stopp sith oft such Moodes they cause As by the Pangs of Death are oft with-stood Through which the Organs Voice doth sinking pause But if thou SWEET wilt haue It sweetly rise Then breathe sweet Aire into It as It dies 36 IN the' Abstract Nature is immutable But in the Subiect it doth varie still My Loue each way is to It sutable In th' Abstract firme the Subiect varie will Whie wilt thou varie Subiect of my Loue More sweete then Sweetnesse whie wilt alter Sweete Is it because thou wilt a Tyrant proue Or scornst Subiection or thy Match to meete If so it bee ô fayrest Faire then know I am thy Subiect though thou subiect bee To my high Loue that makes me subiect so Then thy Subiection giues thee Sou'raigntie Sith so it is then firme to me remaine Whose Loue doth make thee Subiect so to Raign 37 IF two Sunnes should at once adorne the Skies All in Combustion would bee soone beneath Then t is no wonder though thy Sunne-bright Eyes O most faire Faire make all to burne that breath For in thy Faces midd-heau'n so they shine As comforts Nature in her workes of grace Yet makes It flame with furie oft Diuine While it as Heanu'ly doth adorne thy Face Then sith I am great Mother Natures Sonne Let thine Eyes comfort mee with grace to moue As if I were all flaming in the Sunne Vnto the endlesse Orbe of thy bright loue Wherein if quite thou melt me I shal be That which I wishe that is A parle of Thee 38 AS great paines are not durable at most So long Griefes are supportable at least For nought is violent but ends in post And that which dureth Nature may digest This is most true els lies Philosophy And I would say she
grace in Fortunes Frownes To liue as in an Hell a Liuing Death They well may Chronicle what holds in Crownes Which turne about like Fanes eun with a Breath There may I Nobles see vnnobly striue Who shall be greatst in grace for want of grace Who by the damage of each other thriue And grace themselues b'each others great disgrace While vnperceaud I laugh to see how thay Like Fiends each other restlestly torment And blesse my state that on their Plagues may play In my Minds mirry Kingdome of CONTENT In few there may I see how all Estates That lifted are aboue the myrry Meane Do falling stand twixt Dangers and Debates Whiles of their Falls I make a swelling Sceane So that this World the Sea of misery Becomes my Helicon and Streames affords To make my Muse to flow stil swellinghie In matter far aboue the reache of Words Then you that shouldring buckle for the best Holding the Meane the best of all the worst Rest you or else my Muse shall neuer rest To make your States and Strifs lothd as accurst And you ô you vnpassiond peacefull Harts That with me liue secure in meane estate Be ioyfull though you play but simple Parts Ye simply play the best blâ—â—hst freest from hate And though these great Ones scorne our Case and Core Let vs laugh at them sith we know they dote A Dump vpon the death of the most noble Henrie late Earle of Pembrooke DEath hath depriud 〈◊〉 of my deerest friend My Deerest friend is dead and laid in Graue 〈◊〉 Graue He rests vntill the World shall end The World shall end and end shall all I hings haue All Things haue end on Earth that Nature wrought That Nature wrought shall vnto Dust be brought To Dust be brought the worthiest Wights on Ground On Ground who liues in Ground consume he must Consume he must whom â—rorow doth confound Sorrow doth confound the Mind that Care doth rust That Care doth rust full soone Care will deuour Care will deuour where Care hath greatest powr Where Care hath greatest powr it frets the Heart It frets the Heart and doth perplex the Spirit The Spirit perplext ptocures the Bodies â—mart The Bodies smart doth quite expell delight Expell delight then Life is like to Death To Death I yeeld yet cannot lose my Breath My Breath why did it not forsake me than Me than eun then when that my friend deceast My friend deceast eun as my Ioyes began My Ioyes began eun as my Ioyes surceast My Ioyes surceast eun as my friend did dy My friend did die and so would God might I. I aid vnto Laughter what art thou mad And to Mixth what dost thou Eccles. 2. 2. AMong the 〈◊〉 Sinne 〈◊〉 for heedles Flesh Though Lust be more attractiue in her powr None takes so soon sith 〈◊〉 doth it refresh As Myrth For Myrth doth ioy and health procure The Graue and Light wil lightly mirry bee Mirth so doth tickle Splâ—eneâ— of either kinde For recreation oâ—e the other glees And boâ—h because therein they pleasure finde It is Earths Heauen yet It doth hale to Hell But so doth hale as with bewitching 〈◊〉 It makes them willing whome it doth compel To ioy in Pleasure which procureth Smart When Fortune smiles who then laughs not outright And oft mad mirry plaies not with each straw Makes Pleasure all their paine their care Delight These Mirth with Ropes of Vanity doth draw These in the Night think how to spend the Day If thinking-sad Ambition let them not In pas-time so Time passeth with ill play Til they lose All and He the same hath got In Weale we flote on Pleasures Streams with ease In sugred satisfaction of our Sense And often seeke to sound those sensual Seas With the decep'st reach of our Intelligence Then wee embozom all that Myrth can yeeld Musutions Plaiers Buffons Birds-and Beasts Do at their pleasure vs most wanton weeld And decrer then our Wisedomes deeme their lests A Zane farther off from Wit then Grace And yet as farre from Grace as Grace from Synne That can at Feasts prate with a brazen face When sober Witt 's kept out must needs come in Our Dainties will not downe with out some such A Shamelesse-gracelesse wittlesse Thing wee gett To make vs Fatt as fooles with Laughing much And on his follie feede to make vs eate My Lady shee will laugh as madd shee were Lord why should Mirth make sober Ladies madd If shee but see Him like an Asse to fleere So shee kind Mule to see an Asse is gladd And when such Buffons ball and Cornetts sound The Ghests loud-Laughing Who can then bee heard That speakes like Phiâ—â—pps Page as shrill as sound That Voice hath then no grace and lesâ—e regard And if one sober Soule amonge the rest Do mind the rest of theiâ— Excesse in This Some seeming wise-man makes him straight a lest While all as at a Goose like Geese do 〈◊〉 Then one Goose that seemes reason most t' affect Yeelds him a reason for their hissing so And saith that Wisedome doth hir selfe reiect When shee comes out of season ought to do This Diu'l with reason dammnes Diuinity And with his Wisedome stopps selfe Wisedomes Mouth Which saith all Seasons wee should mortifie Our Eares to heare the liuely Word of TRVTH Paule hold thy peace thou blessed Saint be still Though if thou preach not thou saist wo to Thee Lest they do hisse thee too for thy good will Who hold all Geese that not madd-mirry bee Tell them they ought in season and without To heare the Word of Life they dead in sinne Will for thy zeale requite thee with a floute For so to quite such zeale they vs'd haue binâ— The most voluptuous ouer-wanton Rigge Proud Plentie scornes meeke Pieties VVoman-hood And swelling Supra-aboundance lookes so bigg That nought it sees so Low as Soberâ—moode Variety of Crownes Robes Mirth and Meate And all that rauish Sense with sweet'st delight These are the Heau'nsâ— desired of the GREATE VVho weene no Heau'n nor Hell is out of sight Frolicke greatâ—great Ones while these Heauns you hold Sith you will not attend true VVisedoms VVords Laugh and bee fatt sith al you touch is Gold Though that foode your Soules famishment affordes Soule tush what Soule how idly dost thou chatt Madd Muse that now they thinke dost Poetize There is no Soule nor no such Thing as that These are but Fictions Law-confirming Lies VVhat resurrection Pish who euer came From Death to Life VVho can Cadaueres raise Some say a Nazarite once did the same But Tacitus nor Machiauel to saies These were wise Men in deede and known for such If such had said it we might trust their VVorde But fow'r poore Fellowes poorely it doth touch That often with themselues do scarse accord VVho had no action in the Common weale No Office no Command nor no great Braine Yet wee for sooth for vaine Soules only Heale Must credit them in all their prattle vaine
of all griefes the great'st and greatest blame To Fortune or Discretion Paines or Slouth But I that scapt the Gulphe and Rock of Wrack VVhich in the Ocean of my boundlesse loue I found to draw me on and put me back Am like in my Hope 's Haun the like to prooue For when I hopt I had Thee as myne owne O too too credulous am like to those That loue by which for mine thou long wast knowne Through winds of misreport which Enuie bloes But if these bitter blasts thee from me beare My Hopes sinke causelesse where there was no feare 19 THe Stoicks in their strange Philosophie Make All and Nothing nothing but all one VVho say that this World Is but yet deny That it hath any Essence of the owne But in our loues deere Loue the same is true For Thou bâ—â—ng All art mine that Nothing am I Nothing am that is not All thy due So All and Nothing 's nothing but the same Then sith my Nothing and thy All all 's one Thou All I Nothing make an Vnity For All to Nothing hath conuersion And Nothing vnto All by sympathie Then neede I Nothing Thee All nothing feare But All and Nothing still shall One appeare 20 VVHo cannot loue without to lust it runne Or els to Passions that as wild appeare Are like ill Eyes that cannot brooke the Suune Or most weake Braines that strong wine cannot beare But in high Loue whose â—ase on vertue rests Ther 's no distemprature of Flesh or Spritie The Mouth of true Loue sucks true Pleasures Brests VVhich it augments with pure not grosse delight Hence flow all Nectard Sweets into the Soule That Heau'n or Earth in highest height can yeeld As sweet and faire as Lust is sowre and sowle And doth at pleasure Pleasures Passions weld But he that is impatient in desire As Clogd with flesh cannot this Heaun aspire 21 O That I could as willingly I would By breathing on thy lips my Soule infuse Into thy beanteous Body then it should Make Thee as still it doth on It still muse For muse I do and nonght but muse alone Because it makes my Muse to make my Loue Vnto such only Beauty only knowne By waight and measure so thy Soule to mooue Moue Soule sweet Soule Soule of my sweetest Sweet VVith equall motion moue as moues my Soule Which moues to Thine then let Thine with It meet It to embrace in loue not It controule But yet if so thou moue thou shalt Deere Sweete Controule it still when it moues ought vnmeet 22 SO looks an Angell on Heauns Christall Wall As looks my Saint or Angell in her Glasse Each see in each they are Celestiall Hir flesh then being Heaunly is not Grasse Grasse no ô no though Grasse doth glad the Eie With Ey-delighting Greennesse it s too darke To be like her diâ—â—ne Serenity That of highst GLORY is a flaming Spark Which sets the World on fire and al therein Like Phaetons Pride the Proude should I now that Story No Eye sees it but would lose sight to win That Light by which Eyes see Sight dimd with glory O might mine Eies be dimd stil with that Light I would be nought but Eies yet blinded quite 23 STir'st thou me vp to loue yet me restrain'st From that thy stronge perfections stirr me to Frown'st thou in ernest or els frowning fain'st Sith thee in ernest ernestly I woo If thou can'st be thine owne true Antitype That 's most deform'd sith most well form'd Thou art If thou can'st rotten be now thou art ripe Then can I ceasse to sue but not to smart For smart I should no lesse for thy disgrace Then I do smart for loue of gracefull Thee Then let me loue thee in thy better case That in thy worst so much should greeued be But if thou wilt not haue me woo nor loue Then either cease to Bee or cease to moue 24 SO art thou Cruell like a Ballance-Scale For when I sinck with Bale thou mount'st with Blisse And when I rise with Blisse thou sink'st with Bale So stil thou art myne Opposite by This And whie all this O froward Faire ô whie In myne annoy dost thou so much delight Can I not liue but thou fourthwith must die Or doth my death giue thy life life and spright Ther 's no necessity herein at all Vnlesse Thou be the same Who Parchas-like Dost neuer rise but by anothers fall That is their Threede of life quite off to strike For while I waighe them wonnded by thy Beames Their uumber rising falls into Extreames 25 LOue like a Center in a Circle standes As neere to Beggars as Hee doth to Kings And like a Kinge them both alike Commands As Hee commands likewise all other Things What Hart is of such st'eely temprament Or much more hard for Steele the Magnes loues But gently bowes when it by Loue is bent Onely thy Heart hard Heart Hee nothing moues Nature nere made what hath no grace in it Then thee she made not that art so vnkinde So thou art nothing sith all Beeings fitt The Endes to which as Meanes they were assign'd Women are Meanes that Men Bee bee not then As Nothing but with Something bring some Men. 26 THe sweetnesse Sweete which in thy loue I feele Sweetens the sorrow which through it I tast It mee vpholds as It doth make me reele And doth enlarge my Heart which It doth wast LOVE though Thou kill me yet I must confesse Thou hast disbur'sd my Loue where it is due And though it boundlesse be yet is it lesse Then to my Loues worth doth ' of right accrue And though thou bee a Spectacle through which Each grace seemes greater then in deede it is Yet setled Iudgment mounts hir prices Pitch For Heau'n and Earth do offer faire for This Then sith Thou art more Faire then Eyes can see I le offer Thee as faire my Soule for Thee 26 BY Nature when wee are most cold without As in the Winter wee are hott'st within And hott'st without when cold'st the Hart about Thus in and out this Hott and cold do ryn The truth here of I know too well you know To question it Then why do you suppose My Loue is cold within sith so in show When that Show showes you how within it glowes Wilt thou distrust Affections Miracle I per se I so rauisht with thy Loue As now I am Loues Forces Spectacle Which Cold and Heate yet cleere in both do proue Then o looke through my cold-cleere Eyes and see My Hart still sacrific'd in flames to Thee 27 LEt not deere Sweete the wheeling of the Spheares That spight thy Christaline translucencie Winde vp thy lifes-Threed on the Spowle of Yeares Ere thou dost as thy Mother did for Thee Least that thy Glasse thy beauie doo accuse Before the soueraign'st Sence for being deflowr'd By Time which Thee as thou did'st Him abuse Which by thy Beautie will be ill endur'd Why mak'st an Idoll of Diuinitie Thy Beauiie
the Highst obscure him selfe from sight While all that see do see but by his Light What neede wee seeke quaint words Phrases finâ— Sith by one Word all Truth is knowne alone Which Word made al things by his pow'r Diuine So all things by that VVord are only knowne Then they that learne this onelie World to know Know more then World or Witt it selfe can show All other Knowledge doth but vex the Sp'rite Though hir it makes much more intelligent In it alone is Knowledge with Delight Sith it the Witt doth cleere the Will content Then they that know this singleâ—simple Worde Do know much more then Knowledge can afforde No State so holie nor no Place so Sole Much more no Science but is full of Doubt Cares creeping fill each solitarie Hole And many more vexations swarme without And till wee leaue the World or wayward Will Wee beare with vs a VVorld of trouble still Then t is not shun'd by flight vnlesse wee could Flie from our selues our aduersaries chiefe For while our selues our selues haue fast in hold Wee hold our selues to Sinne and so to Griefe For they that griue not when they do transgresse Short pleasures feele not extreame wretchedneâ—se The lack of VVill in faith still fixt to bee Is the sole cause wee want our true repose For who so blinde as they that will not see And who more subâ—ect to hard ouâ—rthrowes Inâ—uitable Sorrowes still attend On none but on the wilfull past their end To shunne the Tempter wee must shut the Gaâ—â— Of our Intelligence against his Charmes Or lest he should our Will predominate Repulse him from our VVitt by force of Armes If yet he stands vpon him straight Discharge Truthes double * Cannon with a double Charge Then will he flie or if he stands hâ— falls For nothing can resist his Ordinance VVho makes the meekest Mindes his Generallâ— That yeelding fight and foile by sufferance O t is a wondrous Conquest when a Foe By ouercomming hath the ouerthro The longer wee forbeare him to withstand The weaker are wee when wee do resist And much the stronger is hee to commaâ—nâ— For Thoughts are actiue when they do persist Because Thoughts trauell with Delight in paine Till He bee borne and they conceaue againe Greate Troubles well are borne by beaâ—ing small As Milo bare a Calfe turn'd Bull at last They in the roughest Tempests needs must fall That are orethrowne with eury little Blast In Summe the Summe of all our earthlie ioy Is in our patient bearing all annoy Againe IF Hope and Patience did not hold the Hart From being squiz'd to nought with gripes of griefe It could not bee by Nature nor by Arte But Death would hold that Seate of Life in chiefe For in this Life Deathes do so multiplie Or Dolors at the best farre worse then Deathes That wee do liue no longer then wee die VVho lyuing die and breathing spend our breathes So that in patience only wee possesse The Soules we haue which haue the Liues we hold And Hope Sustaines the Soule in heauynesse So patient hope is fraile Lifes strongest Hold. If both those vertues then in one must ioyne To make our Soules and Bodies ioyne in one Els Death and Dolor will fraile Life purloyne VVho ioyne to vnioyne that Coniunction VVee must inuoke the Heaun's to giue vs Hope VVell arm'd with Patience fith wee liue thereby Secur'd in Dolors which to Death lie ope And makes vs liue when Death and Dolors die Then patient Hope the Soule of our Lifes Soule Arme thou my Soule thereby to gard hir life And Passions furie with thy pow'r controule So shall I striue in rest and rest in strife For no way looke I but my sights annoyd VVith Troopes of Sorrowes menacing my wrack And in my spacious Mynd no place is voyd For Campes of Cares that seeke my Soule to Sack For if I liue I can but liue in sinne And if I sin I ioy I can but grieue So when fin ends my griefs and Cares begin And cease not til I cease to sin or liue Yet what I would He knows that knowes my wil Which though peruerse is preâ—t his grace to serue Which Grace ingenders Hope on my Good wil And makes me patient sith I ill deserue Thus patient Hope by Grace got on my Will Doth make me wel to liue in spight of Ill. In vindicando criminosa est celeritâ—â— WHat gaine gets witlesse Courage but the losse Of Life or Limb Lands Contry Goods or fame Or to the Gallowes goes by weeping Crosse And desprate dies to his Soules death and shame Would any that had Courage Wit and Grace As point to part this life Mans life bereaue To make a crying Sin his Soule to chase And neuer till she dies the Chase to leaue None would that would be wise and valiant Then so we ought to liue as dying stil Sith of our death our life is ignorant Then who but Fiends would liue in Hel to kil Admit in priuate Quarrels fist to fist Thou hast slaine al that durst thy powr oppose Nay say that no man durst the same resist Sith like a God thou couldst of life dispose Were it hnmane much lesse were it diuÃne To glory but in bathing but in bloud Were it not sauage and too Leonyne For any that would faine be great and good O Then what Quarrell but the publike one Can make a wise and valiant man to fight What staine takes honest-reputation By taking wrong to make it selfe more right Can but the Lye one silly Sillable By Time made much more hainous then by Truth Make great men make their Humors sutable To Hoâ—â—leaches that haue by bloud their growth Or can the Loue but of an hateful Queane For such no better be though Queens they are Broche pretious bloud as if that were the meane To measure out sound Loue for such crackt Ware Can but an od Looke or a simple Smile Which may be taken wel as wel as ill Make men their Harts and Hands with bloud defile So bloud like water for but Looks to spil Then Men are Monsters Monsters al too good Is eu'ry name that is too monstrous For such as liue alone but to suck bloud Which al do hate that are magnanimous For all great Minds desire such things to do That are as good as great els scorne the same For Valor they l be prais'd and Vertue too Els Valor they esteem the price of Shame And no where can the same so wel be showne As with offensiue Armes in Contries right And with defensiue guard the ouerthrowne From the Oppressors mercilesse despight Els Fights vnciuil sauage and too bad For Beasts much more for Men whom Angels serue All Quarrels els are monstrous moody mad And mortal hate of God and man deserue Yet by such sucking bloud we see some swel Vnto that Greatnesse that they scarce can hold On Gore they ground great Howses where they dwel VVhich often sink in bloud as
Heauens wold If they so happy were it to embrace Who breaths this Aire their breath most sweet must be Though it before the Aire made most vnsweet On It I le liue till She returne to me To take the aire which from hir first did fleet And then in Words she shall receaue the same That shall be sweetned with hir praise and Name 60 Parhaps I doo though you thinke otherwise Loue in the tenderst Bowels of my Soule But what Can I not loue vnlesse there lies Loue in my Front while yours in hate doth scoule If no faith in the Front doth lie no loue Lies where no faith is for loue liues thereby Then the Fronts Arguments doo nothing proue But showe of trueth inuolu'd in Falacie And if the Front saie true and true it bee That Womens Naies are euer double Yeas Then your Front euer giuing Naies to mee Doo giue me twice as many yeas by These But in true loue I hold that Skill vnfit That discontents the Will to please the Wit 61 VVIll you your Will be done haue me loue so That by my Looks the same you best may see And wil you loue in Deed and hate in show Do as you will your wil is law to me Yet Show hath much deceite but Substance none Then most substantiall is the truest loue The foreheads falshood is more seen then known Yet known of most that least thereof approue Then sith the Front 's so full of Falacy I cannot trust yours more then you can myne But if you would our Harts should open lye Change Harts with me or let vs them combine Then feelingly our harts we so shall kno To This Sowr Sweet say double yea or No. 62 MY Tongue is turn'd to Eyes mine Eyes to Eares In the dread presence of my deeerest Loue Who while shee speakes my very seeing heares Hir Tongue and Bodie do so sprightly moue My Tongue Eares are deaff dumbe the whiles Orewhelm'd with Loue and Ioy and Hope in each Only my Lookes applaude hir Words with smiles As if they onely heard and saw Their reache And sith with hir I cannot interpleade But mâ—erely by the mâ—ane of speaking-Lookes Sith Lookes alone must stand me then in steade My Lookes shal be Loue and Witts record Bookes Wherein shee still may reade what I conceaue Of her sweete words and what replies I giue 63 SAie you deere Sweetâ— my Lines are labour'd sore My Lines I know will tell you no such thing Though euery Line doâ—h laboure more and â—ore Till they my Griefe conceal'd to light do bring But for my Lines themselues they labor'd are With no more paine then paine in pleasure takes Sith they my Hart vnburden of much care That yet for want of better yssue akes A Labour'd Line 's too busie for my Braine That is well 〈◊〉 distracted with muh Thought Let those Lines laboure that by Lines do gaine â—or I haue labour'd Lines too loage for nought Sith my best labouâ—'d Lines you still reward VVith saying tushe this paines might well be spar'd 64 VVHile Words I weigh in Scales of my Conceite To know their weight that merit most respect And while I vse some Arte without Deceite To place them where they may haue most effect I finde the weightiest Words are farre too light To weigh the Will resolu'd not to be waid And though their placâ— make infinite their might Yet stirre they not a Mind peruersly staid Then whie seeke I to mooue you by my Words I know not I because I know so much Yet this lost labour my Loue you affords Which â— It draw not shall your hardnesse touche For were you Steele the Magnes of my Loue Would draw you too 't but harder you I proue 67 YOur Soules rough Calmes that neither hate nor â—oue Your Minde vnmou'd with praises or reproofe The lesse they moued are the more they moue My froward loue to stand the more aloofe Yet looks it back when it is well-ny gone Supposing It should not so giue you or'e Then tries some other kinde Conclusion Which speeds no better then those tride before You hate me not for well you vse me still You loue me not sith you feele not my paine This like your mortall hate offends my Will Yet this is all the loue my Loue doth gaine What Mettell are you off sure fleshe and Blood Are not so staid that nought can moue their moode 66 VVHere shall I hide me from Loues Pow'r ô where If to th' Antipodes from him I fly Hee Pricks his Flights at me and hitts me there If neere at hand his Torche my Flesh doth fry In Earth his Shafts haue all fubdu'd to Him The Sea 's his Mothers Contrie and beside He naked is and so can faster swymme And through the Aire he on his Wings doth glide If to the Fire I flie it s to himselfe Then Heau'n and Hell if Poetts fable not Haue felt the great force of the little Elâ—e Thus all in all are subiect to his Shot Then sith no where I can be safe from these I le hide me no where That is in mine ease 67 BVt This and then my Pen shall make aboade In endlesse Rest For euen now the same Goes stradling vnderneathe a heauie Loade For Heauinesse his forme doth quite vnframe Who sheddeth sable Teares well mixt with Bryne To rue his owners sorrowes bitter state And maketh happlesse Blotts in eu'ry Line To Simbolize his Loue vnfortunate The sincking Paper makes them spreading runne As â—râ—efe runnes spreading in his sincking Hart Pen Yâ—ke and Paper then are quite vndone As is their Master with sad Sorrowes smart And all that smart I feele through your disdaine Who wounds my Hart with loue yet scornes my paine 68 VVOrke on my Hart sterne Griefe and do thy worst Draw it togeather till his Strings do crack My Minde will nere be whole till they bee burst Then breake breake Hart ere broken bee my Back Which vndergoes a VVorld of heauie Harmes That well might breake It and an Hart of Oke Then Griefe extend the vigor of thine Armes To crush his substance into Sighings smoke Hope thou dost hurt It with thy helping Hand Who Ape-like kilst it with a kind embrace Thy Charge wan Hope yeeld to pale Deaths Command That Hee my vitall Spirits may haue in Chase For sith good Lucke proues lucklesse in my Loue Go hange thee Hope yet stay lest I it proue 69 GIue mee faire Sweete the Mapp well coâ—lored Of that same little World your selfe to see Whether those Zones of hott Loue and cold Dreade Bee so extreame in you as th' are in mee If on the Hatt that small Worlds Center greate Such Heate and Cold their vtt'most Powers imploy No Thoughts could dwell therein for Cold and Heaâ—e Which my distem'pred-dismall Thoughts annoy But if I finde the Climes more temperate In your World then in mine I le thether send My Thoughts by Colonies in wretched State Sith there for'thwith they cannot choose
Sâ—nce â—or that doth blind the Soule and lame the Mind But must I sensuall 〈◊〉 to seem excus'd â—hen woâ—se and worse falls ouâ— mine ill excuse â—were better say by Loue I am abusd 〈◊〉 I to loue haue offâ—ed much abusâ— Abusd by Loue without my Lustâ— consent That is too strange a strength for Loue or Lust And eithers powr in me is impotent â—oâ— how boileâ— Bloud that long since is addust Wel be it as it may it seems my might Giues way to what it would not what it should Which on the bent of my Minds Motions light Puts these right Lines of Loue which long will hold But iâ— they breake when my Mind is vnbent Now shal they breake for I eu'n now repent Qualis vir talis oratio FAces do not more varrie in their Formes Then Wits in shapes though most be shapelesse Wits For breeding base oft well-shapt Wit deformes So 〈◊〉 comes off comly but by fits And 〈◊〉 oâ—t part are better fed then bred But they that feeding want want Wit and Wealth Then most Mens Wits are most il-fauoured And what they show by Wit they show by stealth Yet many Members oâ— that Blockâ—head Body The Multitude write idly without stint And he that 's not in Pâ—int they hold a Noddy Because themselues are Noddies still in Print Some Ryme in rage which rage puts Reason downe Yet puts not Reason downe in their Rymes rage These Arrs run rough but their Rimes if their owne With reason rnnne like a thwart Marriage Yet if too smooth be this smart Simily Although it be as rough as Rage or VVrack Their Rymes and Reason then runne like a Cry Of brayning Beasts that Rime and Reason lack Yet will they force Minerua not by Arte But forâ—e or feare of their wittes strength or stature For so these Asses weene to take their part So like the Giants â—ight gainst God and Nature Some make in Prose greate Tomes their witâ—s t'intomb To bee as Monuments of Witt for euer Yet sith those Monuments no Witt enwombe Being quite consumed they continue neuer The moâ—'s the pitty that such stately Tombes That of haue* gold without though drosse within Should bee gazd on by Leaâ—â—ings drugging Gromes And by their Engin razd ô dâ—â—dly sinne Minerua bleâ—â—e my Booke Witts Monâ—ment A little Monument for lesser Witt From such vsurpiâ—g Benâ—clarkes violent Lest â—hey pul out Wittes ere 's their turnes to fit Yet will I leaue it them while fearelesse I To â—ury goe in expedition To trie their trúth or taste their Tyranny The woâ—st is Eylesse deposition And if it happ I hope Ile Sion gaine Sith I the Cause of Sion will maintaine When the ritch man speakes euery man holds his tongue and what he saith is praised vnto the Clouds c Ecclus. 13. 24. THe Tongue of tâ—uth hath said hen true it is Though Indigence could speake like Salomon The VVorld is mute or saies he speakes amisâ—e Sith but the golden Asse speaks well alone Thus golden Asses clawd by Claw-backs are Where they do ytch and but for clawing itch Yet like lades pinch each other being baâ—e And so the Riâ—ch are praisd by poore and ritch 〈…〉 Wings of Sunâ—bâ—ight Seraphins 〈…〉 Peâ—s and make them Nectar flow 〈…〉 not gult like Cherubins 〈…〉 in deed but sink in show 〈…〉 World is wise herein Though wise â—â—â—ein more then most wickedly 〈◊〉 Detraction is esteemd no sin So â—hat the great be greatly praisd thereby 〈…〉 greatly praisd when all but Theirs 〈…〉 is how lawdable soere Their 〈◊〉 â—hough Crabs are sweet with Apple squires 〈…〉 for Loue and Loue for meed or feare They may be bold they woâ— well with the poore 〈◊〉 pack-horsâ—s beare when Asses bray Thâ—y 〈◊〉 may wince but they can do no more And for their wincing They on them may lay â—ut heer 's the comfort vpright after â—imes Vpright sith that which Is not no way bends Will Lawrell-Crowne them for their roiall Rimes â—or Enuies selfe Desert if dead commends Then Rimes how ere vnroial run you on You may in time perhaps come neer that Crowne Meane while look for no Coronation â—ut such as Enuy giues high-borne Renowne Yet with your Wit those after times perswade That some were mard perhaps eâ—e al were made Vpon Apparitions in the Night YE gâ—izly Ghosts that walk in shades of Night Like Shades whose Substance though quite Matterlesse The dayly fowle Offender doth aftright Why make ye Darknesse Paper for your Presse Do you imprint in Blacknesse blacker formes Of matters worse or in our Fantaziâ— â—mpresse ye Figures raising Horrors stormes Or how in darknesse come you to the Eye Do you but show or show in Substances Thicken you Aire and so a Shape assume Or creepe you in some Corprall Efâ—ences Or els the Sight deceaue with lesse then Fume And why ô Hell hounds range you in the Night Out of Earthes Center your infernall Hold Lothe ye the Sunne a or is the day too light To do your deeds of Darknesse as ye would Can ye dead Bodies truly actuate And so such Bodies borrow of the Saints Or can ye Wicked Bodies animate So take from God the cause of his Complaints For if you Soules infuse into the iâ—l You are the Father of their Spiâ—ites and God Complaines without cause that â—hey crosâ—e his Will Nor are they vnder naturally his Râ—dd But He it is alone that Soulâ—â— crâ—ates Without whome nought was made that made hath bin And Bodies good and Badd he animates Only he made not Death first made by Sinne. And what is Sinne but only meere Defect So Sinne is nought then nought hath Death begott And Nothing should in sense haue no effect So Sinne and Death Nought made and Nought Is not I would it were not but too true it is But is as Canker doth to Siluer cleaue So you fowle â—iends that loue such Filth as this Do leaue no Sinners that no sinne do leaue The purest Places you do hold an Hell And Places most impure you Heau'n esteeme The one do plague the other please you well And so of deeds of either Kinde you deeme To be among the the deads Graues you are gladd Wherein youâ—seeke their senslesâ—e Bones to griue And loue to rattle them in signe you had The Conquest of Mankind through Adams Eâ—ue So by a Woman your familier Y' are now familier with Men night and Day And which of both Familiers worse do warre With Men and Reason it is hard to say These femine Familiars but too oft Torment vs men as if you friends they were Whose hard harts plac'd in their faire Bodies soft Plague whom that Beauty doth to them indeere Yet some so filthy are that they are best When they are worst that is when fowle defame With vse of trading ill their Trade hath ceast Then with a Pox they liue Chast to their shame Thus haue we got double Familiars Women and Diuels by a VVomans pride Both which familiarly vvage
Reason vvould Many that haue nought els but daring Harts And leafe their Liues for Nothing to Dispaire On this Worlds Stage do oft play Princes parts To which they climb by Bloud a slppry Staire And desprate Resolution so is held Vp by the Chin while it doth bath in bloud By Greatnesse of smal worth that it doth weld The world at wil and sâ—ld if ere withstood Yea oft it makes Authority to shake Sith they owe others liues that loath their owne And so it doth his owne Conditions make As if it could at wil put vp and downe This Ladies loue for this doth Ladies win Faint Hart they say I le ow the rest for shame This is a VVorld-commanding gracefull sin In the Conceit of each conceited Dame He that dares ioule togeâ—her highest Heades Though he may faile in that too high attempt The High his haughty Resolution dreads VVhile he as Crauens holds them in Contempt â—o thus may Reason reason gainst a Wrong That Passion doth approue and vse as right I vs'd the more my vice this vertue long If it be Veâ—tue vitiously to fight VVhat now vaunts VVit and vailes the same with skil Would it be knowne it was to Courage Knit Do I condemn yet glory in mine ill So crack of Courage with and without Wit Here lie I open to Wits priuy Nips Or open Thumps lay on Wit spare me not And I le oreturne as thou shalt offer Trips Sith through my weaknesse thou the best hast got Yet stay thy Wisedome wit and hold thy hand Vse thou the Conquest like a Conqueror That is foile thou the ill which thee withstand But let the faultlesse neuer feel thy powr For t is not simply ill a truth to tell Though it perhaps be told for scarce good end And doubtful words with Letters Loue doth spel That alwaies only doth the best intend But sith al those that know me knew me such As once I was my Line sare of lesse force Vnlesse my hate of what I was I touch To dravv Sword-dravvers to a quiet Course For stealst thou Theefe and yet exhorst to Truth Or Kilst thou Butcher yet dehortst from Bloud Shal he perswade vs who reuenge pursuth That mercy is the best reuenging mood I am turnd Crauen and am held-therein By Loue which holds for true diuinity That Faiths Deuotion is but deadly sin If it be not deuout in Charity Then he that makes his life a lasting Brall And seems to feed on nought but Wounâ—s and Gore May pray for grace to change his life withall But other praiers make his sins the more And they that loue their sins to mulâ—iply Stil let â—hem pray in Hate and thirst of Bloud So shal they liue while they make others die To dy the death of Dogs in damned moode Now if this Charme of Words want violence To make these brauing Spirits lesse bloudy-bold And bring them into Loues Circumference Sufficeth me I Coniur'd as I could But if thereby they wax more turbulent I can but rue but they shall more repent Blessed is the Man that doth meditate honest things by Wisedome Ecclus. 14. 21. DId Wisedome write or speake the world to please Shee were not wisedom in a pleasing Sence Then who doth please with any one of these Doth please vnwÃsely but the World or Sence Then áre they worldly wise or sensual That doe soe write òr speake but none of those Can be in them whose words can sweeten Gall Which Sweets do rest where sweetest Soules repose And they repose but in the Sweet of Sweets God only wise or Bodies of the Blest In whom true Wisedome Grace and Nature meets Whose gracefull VVords are naturally exprest If VVords inchaunt the Sense and not the Soule That Charme of VVords coniures no holy Spright For Such such VVords not Such such VVords controules Soule-pleasing VVords must then bee rare and right Yet though a Sonnet bee as right as rare For Number Measure VVaight or Nouclâ—â—â— Yet if it sounds so but to Senses Eare The Soule as harshe doth hold that Hermonie Then all our Straines that relishe double Loue Sweet double-Relishe worthie treble praise To Soule and Bodie Soule and Body moue VVith ioy to listen as to Angells Lâ—ies These bee the Aires that gett the Aire of Fame Of Fame whose Aire diuinely is refinde That feeds with purest praise immâ—rt all Name Fitting the nature of each mightie Minde And they are only mightie that disdaine All that that disagrees with Mightinesse As is light Loue fraile Fancies Shadowes vaine VVeake VVitt base Blisse VVorlds weale or VVretchednes Then as to Nature curst but kind to Grace I herehaue made a Rodd my selfe to beate VVhose highest reach in Straines of Loue is base Sith Lightnesse incasures them with heauie Feete Yet if this Lightnesse heauy make the Light In Summing vp my Numbers totall Summe I hope the weight thereof will bee of weight Their Lightnesse if it rise to ouercome For they are too Light that in Those but waigh VVhat Lusters not what Louers ought to say Sic transit gloria Mundi LIfe stay or if thou wilt not let my Soule Moue with thee to the Rest Thou mouest to The Twyne by which thou hangst Time vp doth rowle On Heau'ns round reeling Spheares which thee vndâ—os Thenô my Soule let Truth thy Vertues woo To ioyne their Force t' inforce th' infirmitie Of this Lifes excesse in Deficiency For truth to say wee Bee and Bee not bothe Wee Bee in show but Bee not as wee ought If then wee Bee not but in show in sooth Wee Are as if wee Were not Ought and Nought Dying as soone as wee to Life are brought Twixt Generation and Corruption The Meane inclines but to destruction And if we straine the Circle of our Thoughâ— To comprehend some Essence of the same It is as if to catch a Shade we sought Or clos'd our Fist to hold the blast of Fame Yet that is Aire but Man is but in Nameâ— Then looke how much a Name hath beeing found So much hath Man which is a Sound vnsound Vnsound it is for were it sound it were That which fraile Man is nothing lesse then like For Sounds haue Beeing yea they plaine appeare And on the Organs of our Hearing strike Of which those Organs are with vs to seeke For while the Sound resoundeâ—h wee are gonne So are wee SouÌ„ds that haue not Time nor Toneâ— Then Reason seeking for a reall Thing Of Humane-nature fowly is deceau'd Because the same hath no continuing But runnes hir Race ere really perceau'd Whose Life of Life is instantlie bereau'dâ— A Dreame a Shade ô no it s not so much A shadow of a Dreame at most is such That 's the Similitude the Lord of Life Doth vse to show our Liues vnbeeing Beeing What! in the World where all things are so â—ife Is nought but Nothing to the same agreeing Which not appeares nor scarse suppos'd by Seeing And beeing scarse supposed then it is To Nothing next or
vs to our selues to rise or fall Then woe to vs that mad are for thie want And doe we wot not what in what we doe Who seeke for nought each other to supplant For Lordships haue their Lodes made fast thereto We striue for That which bringeth vs but strife With griefe and care among oft wrack vvithall We venter life to win a vveary life And rise by all meanes by all meanes to fall So vve be vp but for a day vve deeme Our Neck vvel broken â— its vvorth a Neck But for an howâ—e a King to Be or seeme Vnto his Mates before to giue the Check If vve can catch a place aboue our Peers Although vve come thereby by peerlesse â—in We vveen vs no small fooles as it appeares When vve alas the vvhile stark mad haue bin Such is our â—udgement snch our temperance And such the state of those that State affect Whose State and Staie hath such continuance As they that seek it no time in effect Then ô my Soule since thou canst thus discourse As many can whose Courses are stark nought Be better staid or run a better Course Far from the rise of any mounting thought Look in the Inwards of these outward Things And note the Lyning of the roialst Robe It s powdred Ermyne pepperd to vvith Stings That like a Nettle makes the vvearer rub If thou affect a Kingdome let it be Heaun or the happy Kingdome of CONTENT Which blessed Kingdomes are ordaind for Thee If thou affect but thine owne gouernment Be Queen but of thy selfe and thou shalt be In Heaun Crownd vvith Immortality Where Saints and Angels shall stil honor thee For swaying vvel thy little Signiory And sith thy Pilgrimage is almost past Thou needst the lesse Viâ—ticum for it For being tird to lode thy selfe at last With needlesse * Trashe would show nor grace nor witte Care for no more then thou maist beare with speede To beare thy Charges through this Vale of woe Superfluous things giue others that haue neede The lesse thy Lode the better thou shalt goe Little serues soone-suffized Necessity Whose Stomack smal and cold disiests not much But nothing can Opinion satisfie Which beeing more then ful for more doth grutche The greedy-ritch doe* want the wealth they hold Who pine with Tantalus amidst their Store And Midas-like eu'n famish with their Gold The more they haue their misery thâ— more The next degree to Nothing Nature serues Sith she wth lesse then Little is content The Hedge-rowes meate the Riuer drinke reserues To keepe her in good plight and better bent The Birds finde meate for seeking euery where The Highest hand stil strowes it in their way And so may temprate men stil finde it there Where ere the Birds doe finde their stomack Staie For Cresses Roòtes Hippes Havves Sloes and such Cates Are Common as the Aire to take and eate This meate serues Nature though it serue not States And longest-liuers had no other meate Let Gluttons glutt their Gutts vntil they crack With all the Kickshawes Cookrie can deuise And let them lay on lode vpon their Back Of gaudy Geare thou needest none then be wise Puft-panch doth soon'st the Kite a pudding yeelde Full Gorges belk if not much rather spue Most fulsomely for being ouerfilled It selfe with hate doth then it selfe pursue At Best these ful Ones can themselues but stretche Vpon their Iuory Bedds or feede their lust For they must still be feeding til they catche That which wilfeede on them til they be dust And what 's a costly Cote but comberous Vnto the Maker and the Wearer too To keepe off cold and heate we Clothes shoulde vse Which Howse-wiues cloth doth Without more a doo And so the same be sound and sweet we may In Clothing of that kind best stir or stand When as these Garments ritch and ouer gaie Do rather vs then vve do them command If Garments mâ—st distinguish needs Degrees Though Vertue makes the plainest Coat to shine Yet more then needs with no Degree agrees So saith King Iames so saith the Word diuine No more of this ynough if not too much But nere too much against too much is sed Is sed hereof and Great ones will but grutch Sith with their Busines I am busied They hird me not then profferd seruice stinks No more my Muse thy Lady on thee winks There is no greater plague then Boldnesse and Powr when they are accompanied with Ignorance WHen Heaun and Earth and al their Furniture Were made their maker made Man last of al As being his Master-peece chiefe Creature For whom the rest were made He Generall To whom such perfect Wisedom was assignd That without Learning He knew all that was And namd each Thing according to their kind VVhich Names to vs as we from Him do passe VVho being thus made made I may double say Sith He was double made made Man and Great Great like his God Gods Creatures all to â—way And in an Earthlyâ— Heaun held his Seat VVheras He would He liud so 〈◊〉 his VVill Rested His life or death His VVeale or VVoe And while His VVil his Makers did fulfill So long he knew but what he ioyd to know Hee knew al that was made was perfect good But knew saue God nought vnmade perfect Euill And so He knew not or misvnderstood The name and nature of the craftie Diuel He liu'd as free from VVant as Wickednesse As long as in his Good-wil was no want Then Earth bare fruit vntill'd in blest excesse For God himselfe the same did sow and plant Riuers of Nectar ran an golden Sand With siluer-cleerenesse through that Pardice That had he thirsted Drinke was strait at hand And all that might him free from preiudice The Tree of Life to keep off Age and Death Ther stil did florish in eternal springe So like to Gods immortall was His Breath For all he Fedd on Health to Him did bring So his Flesh health His Spirit tranquilitie Enioyd in height of highest excellence Which height came neere the high'st Felicitie For with Him God still made his residence Hee naked was and yet Hee knew it not For Cold or Heate could tell Him no such thing Much lesse could Shame for Shame of Ill 's begott And Ill hee knew not nor whence It did spring The Spring of ioy the High'st did euer feede His passing pleasures Streames with fresh supply So still hee was as farr in show as Deede From want of Ioy as ioyes sacietie The Cause whereof in Him wrought rare Effects Who without Labour his Lords Heasts could keepe Whose Heart burnd like a Beacon with Affects that show'd in Danger he did neuer sleepe Who if hee stirr'd and exercis'd his Limbes T' was not for neede but them to recreate Which stirr'd not till in Pleasures Seas he swimms For still he bathd therein in restfull state And yet the more those boundlesse Seas to make With new Spring-Tides of Ioy as yet vnfelt God of his Ribb a sleepe makes