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Times curtaine dravvne, or the anatomie of vanitie VVith other choice poems, entituled; health from Helicon. By Richard Bathvvayte Oxonian.
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Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.
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darling too for who 's so fit as he Indeed if Riches were sincerely vs'd And not so much by Cormorants abus'd That make their Chest their Christ then might wee find In richest States a charitable minde Who like good Stewards of what they possesse Would distribute to th' poore or more of lesse If not the silks of Sydon or of Tyre Yet is their bountie showne by their desire For not the gift but th' mind of him that giues Accepted is and his Reward receiues But 'las how farre off many Rich-men be From th'bond of loue or lincke of charitie Where Rich-men giue to th'rich thinking it vaine To giue to them that cannot giue againe These will not doe as we in Scripture read That bids vâ— on the waters throw our bread For then be sure how ere wee seeme to others We would regard our poore distressed brothers And make his tears which he poore soule sends forth As â—egisters whence we produc'd our birth For 'las when we shall from this house of Clay Be cleane dissolved as we must one day How heauie will our doome at that time be That pitied not our Brothers penurie Where shall our poâ—pe and maiestie be then Where all those honors we receiu'd ' mongst men Where 's our Attendance where 's our noble birth Or where 's our wealth we gloried in on earth 'Las we shall then be stript of all we haue Nought left vs but a Coffin and a Graue And happie we if so it might befall The Graue might end our griefe but this 's not all Lower the wretched must of force descend To that same place where sorrowes haue no end And doest thou yet fond rich-man hugg thy pelfe Which makes thee an Arch-traytor to thy selfe Doest thou consume thy dayes adorning it That damns thy soule infatuates thy wit Makes thee a Rebell forcing thee to swerue From thy Creator whom thou ought to serue Tortures thy guiltie Conscience simple foole To haue thy state to witnesse ' gainst thy soule But thou 'l obiect why should I be so rough 'Gainst thee that art resolu'd to doe enough Before thou diest For I doe heare thee still Harpe on a good and charitable Will Which shall expresse what thou in life time ment By thy last will and finall Testament Good-wills be good indeed and worthily Doe they deserue our best of memorie But much I feare this good is mixt with ill And that good wills proceed not from Good will For if they did methinkes it should not grieue them To giue them freely 'fore they 'r forc't to leaue them And sure methinkes None can be sayd to giue But such as doe it franckly while they liue For when they 'r dead as 't shall be after showne That which they giue cannot be call'd their owne And why should we our Rich-men so commend That giue faire Legacies before their end Since Iudus well we know of all men worst Gaue dying all he had yet dy'd accurst Yet these men giue but part Iudas gaue all May English Iewes be warn'd by Iudas fall O then let Time whose ripe occasion brings A blest successe vnto the best of Kings Excite you Rich-men both in life and death But most in life to cheare such with your breath The breath of life food rayment and the like As at your doores send out their rufull shrike Shutnot your Eares for be you sure of this Shutting from them you shall be shut from blisse Take them into your houses for we reede Some haue receiued Prophet in their weede For if you open not vnto the poore How shall you enter when you knocke at doorâ— Of Sions Pallace For approu'd wee see Saints minister to Saints necessitie Be then your selues and with Zacheus giue Not on your Death-beds but now whilest you liue And are in health for such shall haue reward Though not on Earth yet surely afterward And their reward shall be so much the more As they were open-hearted to the poore But'las how many Spunges now there be Which soake the needie and with crueltie Oppresse the silly Orphane It is true Too many be there of this wicked crew That pester this sweete Iland with the cryes Of poore distressed soules whence vengeance hies With fethered speed to make these great-ones know There is a God aboue that sees below And can discuâ—se each secret and has power To punish the rich when they the poore deuoure Deare Noboth cryes and none doe pittie him While Ahab sleepes securely in his sinne Naboth must loose his Vineyard true he must For what 's vniust by Greatnesse is made iust His ground lyes â—itly for him and he will Either obtaine it or his Neighbour kill For if the poore-man chance but to denie it He meanes with some forg'd Title to come by it So as by force he 's stript of land and all ' For th' Prouerbe holds the weakest goes to th'wall But heare me rich-man whom so ere thou be That triumphs thus in others miserie When thou hast purchast what thou didst desire Be sure Oppression must not loose her hire For there 's a Iudgement and a sharpe one too Will startle thee though thou art carelesse now Then wil poor Naboth whom thou here didst wrong Witnesse against thee while thy faltering tongue Without defence with silence charm'd shall be Yeelding to all that is obiect'd 'gainst thee How fearefull will that sentence then appeare When death and horror shall be euery where When gastly spirits summon thee to hell And thou art forct to bid thy ioyes farewell Where cruel worms shall eate thy hart-strings out Where grones grieues sighs shrikes sound all about What is the fruit then of Oppression Sure That Vale of Tophet which shall ere endure And make him draw an euer-loathing breath Dying in life and liuing in a death O then how happie hee that so doth liue As th' one hand knows not what the other giue Dispencing freely what he doth possesse Of all his substance which doth well expresse His loue to God whose Mansion is aboue Bearing his Image such especiall loue For God hath promis'd such to liue for euer Sith he himselfe doth loue a chearefull Giuer O that this flowrie I le whose sacred name Makes her recorded in the Booke of fame Where Times illustrate Trophies show her glory So well display'd in many auncient storie Would scourge these Gold-adorers for exemple All Symmoniacke patroneâ— out at h Temple So should the Gospell Ophyrs purest gold Be more esteem'd then to be bought or sold So should we haue in Sion Shepherds store VVhich come not in at window but at dore So should our Church resume her golden Age And learning freely get a Parsonage So should good Shepherds make their flocks encrease And know their office not to flea nor fleece So should our Church be as it ought to be Not subiect to smooth-faced Symonie So should our Church-men gain them more esteeme Seeme what they be and be the same they seeme So should
may take his hornes in his owne hands For nere had he run on Dishonors shelfe Or gain'd him infamie but through himselfe Or else we may ascribe't to Womans will Which hath a Natiue pronenesse vnto ill So as what will be will be and what man May force a woman doe more than she can And my opinion's this it is no boote To curbe a Wench that is inclind'd vnto 't For be shee in restraint or libertie Her eye still waits for opportunitie Which got she 's so resolu'd as she will venter To taste delight should thousand eyes preuent her Yea on my conscience though I nere haue tride it I durst protest the more they are denide it The liker are they when fit time they finde To serue their iealous husbands in their kinde For though we force them euer to obey And to make sure worke vse both Locke and Key Italian-like yet when the time shall come Be sure we may that they will hitt vs home For this my firme Position still shall be Hornes can we not preuent though we foresee But all too long our Pen seemes to dilate Vpon this pur-blind Goddesse Pangan Fate If we doe good as few are our good deedes Let vs conclude that good from God proceedes If ill as many ills doe we commit Vpon our selues let 's lay the cause of it So like true Christians we will euer hate To take from God that we may adde to Fate Thus Fate 's a Panim Idoll onely He Disposeth vs by whom wee onely be FINIS Of Death DEath is a passage and if vnderstood A gratefull messenger vnto the good By which they passe from this same house of clay To Syons Court where they shall liue for aye Why should Death then a terrour be since it Is made the Meanes by which we freedome get Here are we Pilgrimes and though store I haue Yet for all this I am but Fortunes slaue Subiect to euery hazard and am faine To keepe with care what I haue got with paine Yea tell me thou that in all honour liues And wantest nothing had'st thou neuer grieues To discontent thee Or if thou wer 't free From discontents did nere mortalitie Vrge thee to Dissolution Thou wilt say Thou had'st in deede but soone they went away And gone thou hast forgot those griefes as cleane As if thou nere had felt what they had beene Vnhappie wretch this is thy too-much pride To vaunt of those should make thee mortifide For griefes be Passions which may caution thee To thinke thou art not where thou ought'st to be Which thou may hence collect A traueller Hauing through many a desert wandred far And now returning home he is at rest From th' care with which he was before opprest But thou wilt say thou once was of that minde When thou had no estate to leaue behinde When thy attendance was of reckoning small Thy fare but meane thy honour none at all When thou in th' eye of worldly men did seeme Of that contempt as if thou hadst not beene But now the case is altered and doest hate To thinke on death since thou hast raisd thy state What argument this is thou streight shall see Scanning those things which seeme to hinder thee Me thinkes a Pilgrime farre from his abode And in his trauayle pressed with a load Should much desire hauing beene wearied With that he bore to be disburdened And so should thou if thou could'st feele thy selfe Desire to be disburdened of thy pelfe Which as a load to many men is giuen And makes the way seeme tedious towards heauen Yea sure I am there is no man drawes breath If he haue hope in after-Time but death Will seeme as pleasant and as well accepted As if he had obtayn'd what hee expected For well he see 's his Labours haue an end His foes are quell'd and he shall haue a friend Which will receiue him where such ioyes appeare As farre surpasse these comforts he had here It 's true indeed that many are dismayd When they doe see death on a wall portrayd They like not his proportion for he breeds Diuerse distractions in their troubled heads Whence i st we see so many soules depart With eyes deiected and with heauie heart For why Distrust they haue ere to entreate Pardon of God because their sinn's so great Wretched these in that they entertaine That hideous sinne hatcht first by odious Caine Crying with him and with him I must leaue them So great 's our sinnes the Lord can nere forgiue them More could I speake for subiect had I more But some perchance will say I spoke before Of Death in Fate but these as seemes to me Should not confounded but distinguishd ' be For this twixt Fate and Death 's the difference Fate doth ordaine Death is the ordinance FINIS TO HIM VVHOM TRVE MERIT HATH ENNOBLED THE RIGHT HONORABLE IOHN EARLE OF BRIDGE WATER VICOVNT Brackley the accomplishment of his selectedst wishes HAtcht in the nest of Honor you are blest In hauing vertues to support your nest For though you 'r grac'd by birth and great by Bloud I more admire this Title you are good For this as it true greatnesse doth expresse Shall Crowne your Honor with all Happinesse But natiue vertue needs no Artfull Bayes Vertue her selfe's her prize her selfe her prayse Your HONORS humbly deuoted RICH BRATHVVAYTE THE AVTHOR CONTINVES HIS FORMER DISCOVRSE Anatomizing Man more fully in these foure Subiects 1. Preparation 2. Securitie 3. Court-ship 4. Hospitalitie Of Preparation Qui se minus parat periet WEll was it spoken by the Oratour That in each worke we should prepare before We did attempt least too much rashnesse breede A strange euent for want of good â—ake heede It 's true indeed for if we should dilate On euery Fortune ranke degree and state We should find out by due experience Nought fits successe so well as Prouidence For as in Armies Chiefetaines doe prepare To ranke their Souldiers and haue speciall care That euery Troupe be rightly ordered To th' end their Hopes may be accomplished Or as in Builders ere they will assay To reare the walls they first will make a way For the foundation that the ground-worke layd What they intend may better be assayd Or as in Plow-men let this instance be Though last yet first for their antiquitie First till the ground as they doe thinke it neede Before they sow in it their hopefull seede So should each man before he doe depart Till and manure the furrowes of his heart That th' Earthly seed of his corruption may Put incorruption on another day And like that holy Father whom we reade That sleeping waking or what ere he did He heard this Summons sounding in his eare Ariseye Dead to Iudgement come appeare Or that Denout and Blest Anachorite Who thought himselfe still in his Sauiours sight And therefore fear'd to act ought that was ill Seeing his Iudge was present with him still But 'las how few now in the world