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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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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