trade and purposes If this commerce twixt heauen and earth were not Embarr'd and all this trafique quite forgot Shee for whose losse we haue lamented thus Would worke more fully ' and pow'rfully on vs. Since herbes and roots by dying lose not all But they yea Ashes too are medicinall Death could not quench her vertue so but that It would be if not follow'd wondred at And all the world would be one dying Swan To sing her funerall praise and vanish than But as some Serpents poison hurteth not Except it be from the liue Serpent shot So doth her vertue need her here to fit That vnto vs she working more then it But she in whom to such maturity Vertue was growne past growth that it must die She from whose influence all Impression came But by Receiuers impotencies lame Who though she could not transubstantiate All states to gold yet guilded euery state So that some Princes haue some temperance Some Counsaylors some purpose to aduance The common profite and some people haue Some stay no more then Kings should giue to craue Some women haue some taciturnity Some Nunneries some graines of chastity She that did thus much and much more could doe But that our age was Iron and rusty too Shee shee is dead shee 's dead when thou knowest this Thou knowest how drie a Cinder this world is And learnst thus much by our Anatomy That'tis in vaine to dew or mollifie It with thy Teares or Sweat or Bloud no thing Is worth our trauaile griefe or perishing But those rich ioyes which did possesse her heart Of which shee 's now partaker and a part But as in cutting vp a man that 's dead The body will not last out to haue read On euery part and therefore men direct Their speech to parts that are of most effect So the worlds carcasse would not last if I Were punctuall in this Anatomy Nor smels it well to hearers if one tell Them their disease who faine would thinke they 're wel Here therefore be the end And blessed maid Of whom is meant what euer hath beene said Or shall be spoken well by any tongue Whose name refines course lines and makes prose song Accept this tribute and his first yeeres rent Who till his darke short tapers end be spent As oft as thy feast sees this widowed earth Will yearely celebrate thy second birth That is thy death For though the soule of man Be got when man is made 't is borne but than When man doth die Our body 's as the wombe And as a mid-wife death directs it home And you her creatures whom she workes vpon And haue your last and best concoction From her example and her vertue if you In reuerence to her doe thinke it due That no one should her prayses thus reherse As matter fit for Chronicle not verse Vouchsafe to call to minde that God did make A last and lastingst peece a song He spake To Moses to deliuer vnto all That song because he knew they would let fall The Law the Prophets and the History But keepe the song still in their memory Such an opinion in due measure made Me this great Office boldly to inuade Nor could incomprehensiblenesse deterre Me from thus trying to emprison her Which when I saw that a strict graue could doe I saw not why verse might not doe so too Verse hath a middle nature Heauen keepes soules The Graue keepes bodies Verse the same enroules A FVNERALL ELEGIE T Is lost to trust a Tombe with such a ghest Or to confine her in a Marble chest Alas what 's Marble Ieat or Porphiry Priz'd with the Chrysolite of either eye Or with those Pearles and Rubies which shee was Ioyne the two Indies in one Tombe 't is glas And so is all to her materials Though euery inche were ten escurials Yet shee 's demolished Can we keepe herthen In workes of hands or of the wits of mâ—n Can thâ—se memorials ragges of paper giue Life to that name by which name they must liue Sickly alas short-liu'd aborted bee Those Carkas verses whose soule is not shâ—e And can shee who no longer would be shâ—e Being such a Tabernacle stoope to bee In paper wrap't Or when she would not lie In such a house dwell in an Elegie But 't is no matter we may well allow Verse to liue so long as the world will now For her death wounded it The world containes Princes for armes and Counsailors for braines Lawyers for tongues Diuines for hearts and more The Rich for stomachs and for backes the Pore The officers for hands Merchants for feet By which remote and distant Countries meet But those fine spirits which doe tune and set This Organ are those peeces which beget Wonder and loue And these were shee and shee Being spent the world must needs decrepit bee For since death will proceed to triumph still He can finde nothing after her to kill Except the world it selfe so great as shee Thus braue and confident may Nature bee Death cannot giue her such another blow Because shee cannot such another show But must we say shee 's dead May 't not be said That as a sundred Clocke is peece-meale laid Not to be lost but by the makers hand Repolish'd without error then to stand Or as the Affrique Niger streame enwombs It selfe into the earth and after comes Hauing first made a naturall bridge to passe For many leagues farre greater then it was May 't not be said that her graue shall restore Her greater purer firmer then before Heauen may say this and ioy in 't but can wee Who liue and lacke her here this vantage see What is 't to vs alas if there haue beene An Angell made a Throne or Cherubin We lose by 't And as aged men are glad Being tastlesse growne to ioy in ioyes they had So now the sicke staru'd world must feed vpone This ioy that we had her who now is gone Reioyce then nature and this world that you Fearing the last fires hastning to subdue Your force and vigor ere it were neere gone Wisely bestow'd and laid it all on one One whose cleare body was so pure and thin Because it need disguise no thought within T' was but a through-light scarfe her minde t'enroule Or exhalation breath'd out from her soule Onâ— whom all men who durst no more admir'd And wâ—om who ere had worth enough desir'd As when a Temple 's built Saints emulate To which of them it shall be consecrate But as when Heauen lookes on vs with new eyes Those new starres euery Artist exercise What place they should assigne to them they doubt Argue and agree not till those starres goe out So the world studied whose this peece shâ—uld be Till she can be no bodies else nor shâ—e But like a Lampe of Balsamum desir'd Rather t' adorne then last shee soone expir'd Cloath'd in her Virgin white integrity For mariage though it doe not staine doth dye To scape th'infirmities which waite
More Antidote then all the world was ill Shee shee doth leaue it and by Death suruiue All this in Heauen whether who doth not striue The more because shee'is there he doth not know That accidentall ioyes in Heauen doe grow But pause My soule and study ere thou fall On accidentall ioyes th'essentiall Still before Accessories doe abide A triall must the principall be tride And what essentiall ioy canst thou expect Here vpon earth what permanent effect Of transitory causes Dost thou loue Beauty And Beauty worthyest is to moue Poore couse'ned cose'nor that she and that thou Which did begin to loue are neither now You are both fluid chang'd since yesterday Next day repaires but ill last daies decay Nor are Although the riuer keep the name Yesterdaies waters and to daies the same So flowes her face and thine eies neither now That saint nor Pilgrime which your louing row Concernd remaines but whil'st you thinke you bee Constant you' are howrely in inconstancee Honour may haue pretence vnto our loue Because that God did liue so long aboue Without this Honour and then lou'd it so That he at last made Creatures to to bestow Honor on him not that he needed it But that to his hands man might grow more fit But since all honors from inferiors flow For they doe giue it Princes doe but show Whom they would haue so honord and that this On such opinions and capacities Is built as rise and fall to more and lesse Alas t is but a casuall happinesse Hath euer any man to'himselfe assigned This or that happinesse to'arrest his minde But that another man which takes a worse Thinke him a foole for hauing tane that course They who did labour Babels tower to'rect Might haue considerd that for that effect All this whole solid Earth could not allow Nor furnish forth Materials enow And that this Center to raise such a place Was far to little to haue beene the Base No more affoords this worlds foundatione To erect true ioye were all the meanes in one But as the Heathen made them seuerall gods Of all Gods Benefits and all his Rods For as the Wine and Corne and Onions are Gods vnto them so Agues bee and war And as by changing that whole precious Gold To such small copper coynes they lost the old And lost their onely God who euer must Be sought alone and not in such a thrust So much mankind true happinesse mistakes No Ioye enioyes that man that many makes Then soule to thy first'pitch worke vpon againe Know that all lines which circles doe containe For once that they the center touch do touch Twice the circumference and be thou such Double on Heauen thy thoughts on Earth emploid All will not serue Onely who haue enioyd The sight of God in fulnesse can thinke it For it is both the obiect and the wit This is essentiall ioye where neither hee Can suffer Diminution nor wee T is such a full and such a filling good Had th'Angels once look'd on him they had stood To fill the place of one of them or more Shee whom we celebrate is gone before Shee who had Here so much essentiall ioye As no chance could distract much lesse destroy Who with Gods presence was acquainted so Hearing and speaking to him as to know His face in any naturall Stone or Tree Better then when in Images they bee Who kept by diligent deuotion Gods Image in such reparation Within her heart that what decay was growen Was her first Parents fault and not her own Who being solicited to any Act Still heard God pleading his safe precontract Who by a faithfull confidence was here Betrothed to God and now is married there Whose twilights were more cleare then our mid day Who dreamt deuoutlier then most vse to pray Who being heare fild with grace yet stroue to bee Both where more grace and more capacitee At once is giuen shee to Heauen is gone Who made this world in some proportion A heauen and here became vnto vs all Ioye as our ioyes admit essentiall But could this low world ioyes essentiall touch Heauens accidentall ioyes would passe them much How poore and lame must then our casuall bee If thy Prince will his subiects to call thee My Lord and this doe swell thee thou art than By being a greater growen to be lesse Man When no Physician of Reders can speake A ioyfull casuall violence may breake A dangerous Apostem in thy brest And whilst thou ioyest in this the dangerous rest The bag may rise vp and so strangle thee What eie was casuall may euer bee What should the Nature change Or make the same Certaine which was but casuall when it came All casuall ioye doth loud and plainly say Onely by comming that it can away Onely in Heauen ioies strength is neuer spent And accidentall things are permanent Ioy of a soules arriuall neere decaies For that soule euer ioyes and euer staies Ioy that their last great Consummation Approches in the resurrection When earthly bodies more celestiall Shalbe then Angels were for they could fall This kind of ioy doth euery day admit Degrees of grouth but none of loosing it In this fresh ioy t is no small part that shee Shee in whose goodnesse he that names degree Doth iniure her T is losse to be cald best There where the stuffe is not such as the rest Shee who left such a body as euen shee Onely in Heauen could learne how it can bee Made better for shee rather was two soules Or like to full on both sides written Rols Where eies might read vpon the outward skin As strong Records for God as mindes within Shee who by making full perfection grow Peeces a Circle and still keepes it so Long'd for and longing for'it to heauen is gone Where shee receiues and giues addition Here in a place where mis-deuotion frames A thousand praiers to saints whose very names The ancient Church knew not Heauen knowes not yet And where what lawes of poetry admit Lawes of religion haue at least the same Immortall Maid I might inroque thy name Could any Saint prouoke that appetite Thou here shouldst make mee a french conuertite But thou wouldst not nor wouldst thou be content To take this for my second yeeres true Rent Did this Coine beare any other stampe then his That gaue thee power to doe me to say this Since his will is that to posteritee Thou shouldest for life and death a patterne bee And that the world should notice haue of this The purpose and th'Autority is his Thou art the Proclamation and I ame The Trumpet at whose voice the people came FINIS The entrie into the worke What life the world hath 〈◊〉 The sicknesses of the world Impossibility of health Shortnesse of life Smalnesse of stature Decay of nature in other parts Disformity of parts Disorder in the world Weaknesse in the want of correspondence of heauen and earth Conclusion The entrance A iust dis-estimation of this world Contemplation of our state in our death-bed Incommodities of the Soule in the Body Her liberty by death Her ignorance in this life and knowledge in the next Of our company in this life and in the next Of essentiall ioy in this life and in the next Of accidentall ioyes in both places Conclusion
forme that made it liue Nor could complaine that this world was vnfit To be staid in then when shee was in it Shee that first tried indifferent desires By vertue and vertue by religious fires Shee to whose person Paradise adhear'd As Courts to Princes shee whose eies enspheard Star-light inough t' haue made the South controll Had shee beene there the Star-full Northern Pole Shee shee is gone shee is gone when thou knowest this What fragmentary rubbidge this world is Thou knowest and that it is not worth a thought He honors it too much that thinks it nought Thinke then My soule that death is but a Groome Which brings a Taper to the outward romme Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light And after brings it nearer to thy sight For such approches doth Heauen make in death Thinke thy selfe laboring now with broken breath And thinke those broken and soft Notes to bee Diuision and thy happiest Harmonee Thinke thee laid on thy death bed loose and slacke And thinke that but vnbinding of a packe To take one precious thing thy soule from thence Thinke thy selfe parch'd with feuers violence Anger thine Ague more by calling it Thy Physicke chide the slacknesse of the fit Thinke that thou hearst thy knell and thinke no more But that as Bels cal'd thee to Church before So this to the Triumphant Church cals thee Thinke Satans Sergeants round about thee bee And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust Giue one thy Pride to'another giue thy Lust Giue them those sinnes which they gaue thee before And trust th' immaculate blood to wash thy score Thinke thy frinds weeping round and thinke that thay Weepe but because they goe not yet thy way Thinke that they close thine eyes and thinke in this That they confesse much in the world amisse Who dare not trust a dead mans eye with that Which they from God and Angels couer not Thinke that they shroud thee vp and thinke from thence They reinuest thee in white innocence Thinke that thy body rots and if so lowe Thy soule exalted so thy thoughts can goe Thinke the a Prince who of themselues create Wormes which insensibly deuoure their state Thinke that they bury thee and thinke that right Laies thee to sleepe but a saint Lucies night Thinke these things cheerefully and if thou bee Drowsie or slacke remember then that shee Shee whose Complexion was so euen made That which of her Ingredients should inuade The other three no Feare no Art could guesse So far were all remou'd from more or lesse But as in Mithridate or iust perfumes Where all good things being met no one presumes To gouerne or to triumph no the rest Onely because all were no part was best And as though all doe know that quantities Are made of lines and lines from Points arise None can these lines or quantities vnioynt And say this is a line or this a point So though the Elements and Humors were In her one could not say this gouernes there Whose euen constitution might haue worne Any disease to venter on the Sunne Rather then her and make a spirit feare That he to disuniting subiect were To whose proportious if we would compare Cubes th' are vnstable Circles Angulare Shee who was such a Chaine as Fate emploies To bring mankind all Fortunes it enioies So fast so euen wrought as one would thinke No Accident could threaten any linke Shee shee embrac'd a sicknesse gaue it meat The purest Blood and Breath that ere it eat And hath taught vs that though a good man hath Title to Heauen and plead it by his Faith And though he may pretend a conquest since Heauen was content to suffer violence Yea though he plead along possession too For they' are in Heauen on Earth who Heauens workes do Though he had right and power and Place before Yet Death must vsher and vnlocke the doore Thinke further on thy selfe my soule and thinke How thou at first wast made but in a sinke Thinke that it argued some infermitee That those two soules which then thou foundst in mee Thou fedst vpon And drewst into thee both My second soule of sence and first of growth Thinke but how poore thou wast how obnoxious Whom a small lump of flesh could poison thus This curded milke this poore vnlittered whelpe My body could beyond escape or helpe Infect thee with originall sinne and thou Couldst neither then refuse nor leaue it now Thinke that no stubborne sullen Anchorit Which fixt to'a Pillar or a Graue doth sit Beddded and Bath'd in all his Ordures dwels So fowly as our soules in their first-built Cels. Thinke in how poore a prison thou didst lie After enabled but to sucke and crie Thinke when t' was growne to most t' was a poore Inne A Prouince Pack'd vp in two yards of skinne And that vsurped or threatned with the rage Of sicknesses or their true mother Age. But thinke that Death hath now enfranchis'd thee Thou hast thy'expausion now and libertee Thinke that a rusty Peece discharg'd is flowen In peeces and the bullet is his owne And freely flies This to thy soule allow Thinke thy shee l broke thinke thy Soule hatch'd but now And thinke this slow-pac'd soule which late did cleaue To'a body and went but by the bodies leaue Twenty perchance or thirty mile a day Dispatches in a minute all the way Twixt Heauen and Earth shee staies not in the Ayre To looke what Meteors there themselues prepare Shee carries no desire to know nor sense Whether th'Ayrs middle Region be intense For th' Element of fire shee doth not know Whether shee past by such a place or no Shee baits not at the Moone nor cares to trie Whether in that new world men liue and die Venus recards her not to'enquire how shee Can being one Star Hesper and Vesper bee Hee that charm'd Argus eies sweet Mercury Workes not on her who now is growen all Ey Who if shee meete the body of the Sunne Goes through not staying till his course be runne Who finds in Mars his Campe no corps of Guard Nor is by Ioue nor by his father bard But ere shee can consider how shee went At once is at and through the Firmament And as these stars were but so many beades Strunge on one string speed vndistinguish'd leades Her through those spheares as through the beades a string Whose quicke succession makes it still one thing As doth the Pith which least our Bodies slacke Strings fast the little bones of necke and backe So by the soule doth death string Heauen and Earth For when our soule enioyes this her third birth Creation gaue her one a second grace Heauen is as neare and present to her face As colours are and obiects in a roome Where darknesse was before when Tapers come This must my soule thy long-short Progresse bee To'aduance these thoughts remember then that shee Shee whose faire body no such prison was But that a soule might well be
This was for youth Strength Mirth and wit that Time Most count their golden Age but t' was not thine Thine was thy later yeares so much refind From youths Drosse Mirth wit as thy pure mind Thought like the Angels nothing but the Praise Of thy Creator in those last best Dayes Witnes this Booke thy Embleme which begins With Love but endes with Sighes Teares for sin̄s Will Marshall sculpsit IZ WA The First Anniuersarie AN ANATOMIE of the World Wherein BY OCCASION OF the vntimely death of Mistris ELIZABETH DRVRY the frailtie and the decay of this whole World is represented LONDON Printed by M. Bradwood for S. Macham and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Bull-head 1612. TO THE PRAISE of the Dead and the ANATOMY WEll dy'de the World that we might liue to see This World of wit in his Anatomee No euill wants his good so wilder heyres Bedew their fathers Toombes with forced teares Whose state requites their losse whiles thus we gaine Well may we walke in blacks but not complaine Yet how can I consent the world is dead While this Muse liues which in his spirits stead Seemes to informe a world and bids it bee In spight of losse or fraile mortalitee And thou the subiect of this wel-borne thought Thrise noble maid couldst not haue found nor sought A fitter time to yeeld to thy sad Fate Then whiles this spirit liues that can relate Thy worth so well to our last nephews eyne That they shall wonder both at his and thine Admired match where striues in mutuall grace The cunning Pencill and the ceomly face A taske which thy faire goodnesse made too much For the bold pride of vulgar pens to tuch Enough is vs to praise them that praise thee And say that but enough those praises bee Which had'st thou liu'd had hid their fearefull head From th' angry checkings of thy modestred Death bars reward and shame when enuy's gone And gaine 't is safe to giue the dead their owne As then the wise Egyptians wont to lay More on their Tombes then houses these of clay But those of brasse or marble were so wee Giue more vnto thy Ghost then vnto thee Yet what we giue to thee thou gauest to vs And maiest but thanke thy selfe for being thus Yet what thou gau'st and wert O happy maid Thy grace profest all due were'tis repayd So these high songs that to thee suited bine Serue but to sound thy makers praise in thine Which thy deare soule as sweetly sings to him Amid the Quire of Saints and Seraphim As any Angels tongue can sing of thee The subiects differ thothe skill agree For as by infant-yeeres men iudge of age Thy early loue thy vertues did presage What an hie part thou bear'st in those best songs Whereto no burden nor no end belongs Sing on thou Virgin soule whose lossefull gaine Thy loue-sicke Parents haue bewayl'd in vaine Neuer may thy name be in our songs forgot Till we shall sing thy ditty and thy note The First Anniuersary AN ANATOMIE of the World WHen that rich soule which to her heauen is gone Whom all they celebrate who know they haue one For who is sure he hath a soule vnlesse It see and Iudge and follow worthinesse And by Deedes praise it He who doth not this May lodge an In-mate soule but t is not his When that Queene ended here her progresse time And as t' her standing house to heauen did clymbe Where loth to make the Saints attend her long Shee 's now a part both of the Quire and Song This world in that great earthquake languished For in a common Bath of teares it bled Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt Whether the world did loose or gaine in this Because since now no other way there is But goodnesse to see her whom all would see All must endeuour to be good as shee This great consumption to a feuer turn'd And so the world had fits it ioy'd it mournd And as men thinke that Agues physicke are And th' Ague being spent giue ouer care So thou sicke world mistak'st thy selfe to bee Well when alas thou' rt in a Letargee Her death did wound and tame thee than and than Thou mightst haue better spar'd the Sunne or Man That wound was deepe but'tis more misery That thou hast lost thy sense and memory T' was heauy then to heare thy voyce of mone But this is worse that thou art speechlesse growne Thou hast forgot thy name thou hadst thou wast Nothing but she and her thou hast o'repast For as a child kept from the Fount vntill A Prince expected long come to fulfill The Ceremonies thou vnnam'd hadst laid Had not her comming thee her Palace made Her name defin'd thee gaue thee forme and frame And thou forgetst to celebrate thy name Some moneths she hath beene dead but being dead Measures of times are all determined But long shee'ath beene away long long yet none Offers to tell vs who it is that 's gone But as in states doubtfull of future heyres When sickenesse without remedy empayres The present Prince they 're loth it should be said The Prince doth languish or the Prince is dead So mankind feeling now a generall thaw A strong example gone equall to law The Cyment which did faithfully compact And glue all vertues now resolu'd and slack'd Thought it some blasphemy to say sh'was dead Or that our weaknesse was discouered In that confession therefore spoke no more Then tongues the soule being gone the losse deplore But though it be too late to succour thee Sicke world yea dead yea putrified since shee Thy'ntrinsique Balme and thy preseruatiue Can neuer be renew'd thou neuer liue I since no man can make thee liue will trie What we may gaine by thy Anatomy Her death hath taught vs dearely that thou art Corrupt and mortall in thy purest part Let no man say the world it selfe being dead 'T is labour lost to haue discouered The worlds infirmities since there is none Aliue to study this dissectione For there 's a kind of world remaining still Though shee which did in animate and fill The world be gone yet in this last long night Her Ghost doth walke that is a glimmerig light A faint weake loue of vertue and of good Reflects from her on them which vnderstood Her worth And though she haue shut in all day The twi-light of her memory doth stay Which from the carcasse of the old world free Creates a new world and new creatures bee Produc'd The matter and the stuffe of this Her vertue and the forme our practise is And though to be thus Elemented arme These Creatures from hom-borne intrinsique harme For all assum'd vnto this Dignitee So many weedlesse Paradises bee Which of themselues produce no venemous sinne Except some forraine Serpent bring it in Yet because outward stormes the strongest breake And strength it selfe by