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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55745	A paradox against liberty written by the Lords, during their imprisonment in the Tower a poem.	Shaftesbury, Anthony Ashley Cooper, Earl of, 1621-1683.; Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.; Salisbury, James Cecil, Earl of, d. 1683.; Wharton, Philip Wharton, Baron, 1613-1696.	1679 (1679)	Wing P330; ESTC R5967	3,596	4

A PARADOX Against LIBERTY VVritten by the Lords During their Imprisonment In the TOWER A POEM Contrahes Vento nimium secundo Turgida Vela LONDN Printed in the Year 1679. A PARADOX AGAINST LIBERTY A Prison or the Isle are much the same They onely differ in Conceit and Name As Art the first Nature Immures the last Onely i' th' larger Mold her Figure 's cast All Islanders are in Prison pent And none at large not those o' th' Continent Each Mariner's a Prisoner in his Bark The living World was prison'd in the Ark. And though it be abroad adayes the Light Still lodges in the prison of black Night The Sea it self is to its bounds confin'd And Aeolus in Caves shuts up the wind Nothing in Nature has such vast Extent But is imprison'd in its Element The Fish in watry Dungeons are inclos'd Men Beasts and Birds to Earth and Air dispos'd If to enlarge their narrow bounds they strive The fatal freedom rarely they survive And as with them we hope with us 't will be When from their Prisons took Death sets them free Man can no more a native freedom boast That Jewel ne're was found since first 't was lost 'T was then transported to the Stygian Coast. But still there 's something which we do esteem Onely because 't is like the polisht Gemme And this we Freedom call its credit grows From a false stamp the guilded outside shows Which avaritious Man attempts to get Cheated and ruin'd with the Counterfeit Like Children Soapy-bubbles they pursue And the fantastick Vision take for true But whilst they think bright forms they do embrace Ixion-like they find a cloud i' th' place Consent of Crowds exceeding credit brings And seems to stamp Truth 's Image on false things Not what 's a real good but what does seem Still shares the blind and popular esteem Whilst Sense and Fancy over-rule their choice And Reason in th' Election has no voice But Souls in vain have Reason's Attribute If to their Rule they cannot Sense submit Hence the Heroick mind makes no complaint But freedom does enjoy even in restraint When Chains and Fetters do his Body bind He then appears more free and less confin'd Discord and Care which do distract him here In durance take their leave and come not there False Friends and Flatt'rers then take last adieu Who often swore how faithful and how tue Things their dishonest bosoms never knew These like the Swallows in cold weather flye A Summers fortune only draws them nigh Flatt'rers a sort of fatal Suckers be Which draw the Sap 'till they destroy the Tree Fair Vertue to their Opticks when they bring Seems a deform'd and antiquated thing Vice they commend whilst Vertue is despis'd The blackest by these Negroes most are pris'd These slaves to Vice do hug so hard and long Till like the o'refond Ape they kill their Young Ambition in the Mind 's a Feverish Thirst Which is by drinking dryer than at first And these will feed the humour till it burst When Parasites the Arbiters are made They 'l place the Garland on a Bedlam's head Riot Excess and Pleasure car ' the Day And Lust the worst of Tyrants bears the sway At whose black Throne they blind Allegiance pay Morose and dull they do account the Grave And the Meek-man fit onely for a Slave The Humble of a Nature poor and base The Chast sprung from a dull insipid Race And Temperance a Gallant 's chief disgrace In Vertues garb the great Mans Vice they dress Giving it Names which sound of Worthiness They call his Pride the Grandeur of his Mind And for his Lust the Name they have design'd Is a complaisant Ayr that make men kind Profaness is his Wit and his Excess By a Gay janty Humour they express All his Debauches too must be no less Thus they lap Ruine up and guild our Crimes But Vice destroys like Ivy where it climbs In us the dang'rous State th' Ambitious see Of Greatness Avarice and Flatterie Gifts Honours Office Greatness Grace of Kings Raise the Ambitious upon Treach'rous wings 'Till from the mighty heights they giddy grow And fall into the Ruine lyes below If the first fall which do support our state The last our Fall serve to precipitate This with too dear Experience we have bought And learnt a Lesson which too late was taught Prosperity's a Drug that must be ta'ne Corrected Opium like or else 't is bane A more Lethargick quality's in her Than ever yet in Opium did appear Her fatal Poyson to the Mind she sends And uncorrect in sure destruction ends Whilst in the way her guilded shares she lays Easie and credulous Man she soon betrays Who sees her Roses and her Lillies here But her concealed Snakes doth never fear Prosperity's repasts puff up the Mind With unsubstantial and unwholsome wind 'T is a Hault-Goust which Epicures do use And choicer Viands squeamishly refuse But when Affliction moulds your daily bread 'T is then the staff of Life with which she 's fed Affliction like the River Nile bestows Her fruitful blessings whereso'ere she flows And if when she withdraws strange Serpents rise Not in her streams but in the Soyl it lyes Which like the great Apollo she strikes dead By the same Influence they first were bred If she return and shew her hidden head Great Minds like the victorious Palms are wont Under the Weights of Fortune more to mount Strongly supprest and hurl'd upon the ground Fill'd with sublimer thoughts they more rebound Still careless whether Fortune smile or frown Whether she give or take away a Crown Our Walls are Tyded and by that we know She alwaies ebbs when she doth leave to flow And constant in Inconstancy does grow Make an attacque all Injuries that can They fall like Waves beneath a rising Swan Freed and secur'd from all discordant Care Here we our heads above the billows bear Till from our shoulders they transplanted are And from their summits with dumb gapes proclaim Of a Quincumvirat the trait'rous shame But during all this Storm we still do find An Anchor and a Haven in our Mind Not beaten now though then expos'd to th' Wind. As Nightingals our bosoms we expose And sing environ'd with the sharpest woes Degraded from vain Honour here we grow More great and high as Trees by lopping do Honour 's like froth in each Man's glass of Beer 'T is least of use though topmost it appear The common Vouchee for ill acts she 's grown It and Religion all our Mischiefs own She raigns in Youth with an unruly heat And in her falser Mirror shews them Great Till Age and Time convince them of the Cheat. Rash heads approve what sober Men despise And the fantastick Garb offends the Wife She rarely now is seen but in Disguise True Honour and plain Honesty 's the same From various Dwellings comes the various Name For whilst she 's gay in Courts she 's Honour there But Honesty with us in Durance here In differing States most things have difference What pleas'd this day the next offends the Prince The Prosperous loath what the Afflicted love Prisoners abhor what free they did approve And still there 's power in each Man's choice to make Himself content if he can wisely take And think his own though hard a happy Stake In ev'ry state does some Contentment dwell And here we find a Palace in a Cell Good is good ev'ry where and ev'ry thing And Good can of it self no Evil bring All Good 's a raye of the first Light alone When Ill approaches only that 's our own Vertue 's not gain'd by spending of our days In pleasure Princes Courts or from their Rays At Vertue 's Coast by Travel we arrive And so by Travel Vertue 's kept alive She dwindles if she want due Exercise But us'd grows brighter and still multiplies Vertue increases Snow-ball-like rowl'd on A lazy Vertue 's next of kin to None Pris'ners indeed they be that do lay by At once their Freedom and their Industry If Men turn Drones within these hony'd Hyves It lyes i' th' Pris'ner's heart and not his Gyves The Good grow better here the Bad grow worse The Spur that makes this go does jade that Horse Hence the great'st part are male-content and sad Since that the Good are fewer than the Bad. A Bliss that springs from penitential joy Is the Minds balsome in each sharp Annoy Fools only their own Comforts do destroy To this Retirement we can freely go 'T is the great'st pace of Majesty below Our stirring out imports the World to know The Goalers Centinel to guard our Doors And Castles are contain'd i' th' narrow Floors More happy and more safe secur'd from Foes Than those whom Troops of Enemies enclose Much more as Pris'ners our high bliss we boast Being secur'd from such a mighty Hoast Of deadly Foes so fierce with wrath and might Our selves so feeble and unfit to fight 'Gainst the black band of Vicious and Profane Who Thousands do undo in each Campain In the Assault we seldom brook the Field But flye like Hares or else like Cowards yield Yet this the World esteems an hard estate And Us who feel it count unfortunate Shew then Philosophy the state wherein Such Safety and so much Content is seen Wherein less rugged or steep hind'rance lyes T' obstruct the Path unto Perfection's prize The useful Rod's only bound up for this To whip and lash the Childish on to Bliss Who sullenly refuse the Rod to kiss And so the Blessing in the Whipping miss Some like the Whale only design'd to play In fruitless pleasures drive the flying day As Boys with Clackers drive the Lent away Whilst here we stop the hours of Time that flyes With Contemplation's nobler Exercise Maugre all Goals think we e're long must dye And then enjoy an endless Liberty Death will redeem from long Captivity Man's Life 's a Piece spun of a various Thred In some 't is fine in ●ome a courser Web. The Threds across th' Occurrences of Fate Cut early from the Loom by Death or late The Dread of Kings Death does not us dismay To Dye's less than be Tantaliz'd each day What Man complains with Weariness opprest That Night is come the only Time to Rest FINIS