him He hath more knowledge then their Sanedrim Or the Scotch pedant a worm in every book To maim the words and make the sence mistook Dul lumps of earth not yet concocted mud In natures count scarce Cyphers understood Let these lick up the indigested phlegm Which Cruder stomach'd Sciolists belch'd 'fore them Dog-like to vomits run and lick each sore Think learning to repeat what 's said before While these can prize truths weapons by the rust Crawl with the aged serpent in the dust Shine out dispelling th ages darker night Knowledge makes only Children of the light Folli's unmask'd and errors bald pate show'n Brown others errors otherswrite their own On Dr. George Bowle of Oundle NOr shalt thou dearest Bowle oblivion take Since 't is Apollo must a Poet make Thou every day dost circâ—…e like the Sun A course for natures reparation ruâ—… Impart'st thy light to all yet losest none Knowledge is th' Suns Child true Philosophers stone Thou canst both trepane lungs and open th' heart Whilst thou thy own dost to thy friend impart No dialect of nodds thee Noddy speaks While th' hogshead fears a vent lest all out Leaks Or knowledge at the best seems in a trâ—…nce While plush is lin'd with sable ignorance who 'd not have 's brain be trepaned by thee Thy own heads open while thy tongue is free Nor thy self only but thy Art mak'st friends While Artists discords in best musique ends Thou Paracelsus makest Galens friend While Chymicks now Botanicks do commend Mutual defects no longer they reveal Their own and others they conjoyned heal Yet thou from neitheir packhorse-like tak'st load Come life come death to keep both pace and road We owe thy errors not to thee but times We owe the virtues far above their crimes He knows Bowl little much him disapproves But knows him not at all who him not loves On the death of his inviscerately affected friend Richard Watson Esq Chyrurgeon to his late Majesty of England NEed they embalm in Lead thus wrap thee dead My tears will re-embalm my heart turn Lead Who take thy bowels out sure take out mine They by a sympathy were no lesse then thine With an inviscerate dotage I did love Could not thy death ah then my bowels move Watson is dead and with him buried art Ah who can cure the wounds made in my heart Who dying made could onely living cure How could he die and I no death endure Who could with Watson in dissections vy Who dying makes his friend Anatomy Each part was his grief will asunder take And of his art will me a monument make Could I survive I 'm quickned by his fame How can he dye who writes but Watsons name The Poetaster ALL are not Poets who can pace in Rime And to an odde tune can in ding dong chime Castalian nymphs and God Apollo name Don-Cupids fire and a Sea-froth'd dame While they glean straw in Egypt for to raise Unto themselves strange pyramids of praise Though like to tulips they enamel'd be Yet the fools Coat is their best Liverie On pagan Gods and Goddesses who call Sure their Religion is poetical Nor should they the Vintage judge of pagan wit Who what they have but gleanings are from it Nor learn'd 'bove fooleries rich above Romance Fit th' price of vanity only to inhance A Fountain Tavern thus may Helicon be Nine wenches muses lending Poetrie While Idol-Priests who Poets do approve Themselves some Idol make a wench they love Their wit like to their Venus born of froth Is fit for fire a Vulcan to betroth On Homer HOmer who seem'd to want the eyes of 's mind Must now give light in his own age was blind Some did his Iliads to a nutshel fit A Cherystone might have confin'd the wit The Gods know all wise men sleep not all night One man must govern many can't do right To expresse drums and trumpets verse is fit Yet knew no part of th' war of which he writ {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} A warlike tone might children fright 'bove too Some Poets paint licking what he did spew Vomits must need be fiâ—…th 't is strangely true By the beam of light whom Plato could traduce Shall we in th' Gospels Sunshine love his use Petavius Psalms a Nonnus Duports Iob For th' Sanctuary who heathenism disrobe Refin'd to th' Altar bring the Idols gold Let these impressions make on tender mold Can Egypts garlick we or onyons need On th' milk of th' word can't our youth better feed On Scaliger NOr is a Scaliger fit the Scales to bear Weighing nor times nor thee with equal care The Prince and Father of all pagan wit Who thee deâ—…pise high treason act 'gainst it In thee his honour'd Maro did dispraise Whose sprig was onely gather'd at thy bayes Surely he ne're did mean what he did write Not Hypercritick here but hypocrite On Musaeus But of Musaus sure he better writ In writing lesse he needs must shew more wit Who writes not one loves song's scarce wise who more Unto Anticyra send for Hellebore The Spanish proverb onely here is true He 's fool can't write one Sonnet mad writes two On Hesiod NOr can th' straw-gatherers of Egypt fit Us from their Poets more then vulgar wit Virtue with sweat 's attain'd set on a hill Beggers with beggers potters potters ill Bad counsel 's worst to him who doth it give We 're born of Gods it is by them we live The mean's above the whole See Hesiods flowers Are these like th' gardens water'd by heav'ns showers On Theocritus Mosius and Theognis EUnica laughs at me who 'd kisse in vain Cupid stings men by Bees is stung again A â—…ool may sometimes opportunely speak Each fool may shew this without reading Greek While that Pedants thus trifle time in trash They for their faults not boyes deserve the lash On Virgil NOr are the Latines more the Aeneiads be But Iliads in ' Georgicks Hesiods Plagiarie In his Bucolicks own 's Theocritus Muse For other faults time and his death excuse But while he Dido wrong'd with falser fire His verse deserv'd the flames he did desire Tibullus Gallus and Propertius be Froth'd like Loves Goddesses out of vanity These to Lusts Idols do but Altars rear And kindle flames of hell while we are here May Ovids books like him exiled die Lusts breath's infectious is in Poetry While Iuvenal 'gainst Vices do declaim He Vice gives birth which else had lost a name Martial doth twang and well might sent of wit Did not obscenities ranknesse stifle it Chymerica Poesis On the fight of a yellow skin'd Lady VVHat stranger agony 's this ah fire Ah! lightning quickens my desire Must I fall tamely a gilt Fly Intrap an Eagle cruel destiny Cease roving thoughts and center there Where love is fix'd as in a sphere Would'st know why Morn doth blushing rise From yellow skin the day break spies The envious Moon looks pale to see Her skin glance beams more bright then
th' shadow Lord of death how shall I fear If thou which art my life and light draw near On Our Father VVHo disobey can I Lord Father call Pronounce in heav'n my thoughts nere there at all 'T is I my God have sinn'd 'gainst heav'n and thee Blinded by sin so high I cannot see How shall he Lord say Hallowed be thy name Prophanes thy Image takes in vain the same Thy names a sacrifice Lord which will require To hallow it of flaming zeal a fire But where of Lust's a furnace in the heart Of good desires can it a Lamp impart Or what is Lord thy Kingdome unto me While th' world flesh devil here keep anarchy Yet Lord 't is every where thy pow'rs in hell But with Saints onely dost in mercy dwell Can I desire thy Will may Lord be done Which 'gainst thy Will after my own will run How shall I beg for bread or it obtain For dogs my Lusts thy childrens bread would gain As I forgive would I have thee remit Thou without mercy should'st in Judgement sit Revenge boils in my heart but there doth lie Alas froze near my heart cold Charity Would I into temptation not be led Who run into it am to vertue dead Unto my self temptation a strange devil Incarnate made a forge to frame out evil Tongue of the aged Serpent is the sting My lips are gates which unto death do bring But Lord the Kingdome Power and Glory's thine Let th' Kingdome Power and Glory in me shine Thou Lord a Kingdom makest where thou art A glympse of thine a Paradise doth impart Lord by thy presence Heav'n make in my heart So shall I Father cry which in Heav'n art A Heav'n-inspiring zeal with th' heart inflame A sacrifice mak 't to hallow Lord thy name Thy Kingdom come of grace will shall be done In Earth as Heav'n while Earth a Heav'n hath won Then shall I daily be with Manna fed Have thee within Lord who art Heav'ns sole bread Then shall I be forgiv'n Lord and forgive Can't he want charity who with love doth live Into temptation then I can't be led Thou art th' door truth light way that I must tread How can from ill I not delivered be Who have a Rock a Tower a shield in thee Thine is the Kingdom power and glory 's thine Oh shall I not have all when thou art mine Incerta poenitentia EAch day a market is where we do buy Or unto sale expose eternity Each day 's a ring with good deeds it engrave At the Lambs wedding you this ring must have Time golden Harvests each day doth present The times to be redeem'd that is mispent On the back of sin sorrow and shame doth wait Repentance hasts ne're overtakes or late To all to grieve few to repent is giv'n Whichis begot like pearls of th' dew of heav'n Happy in this snow-water bath their soul It can the burnings of their lust make whole More weep for sin that sin doth them forsake Then that by sin they God an enemy make Such water doth augment not quench Hell flame 'T is true Contritions floods must quench the same Practice of lives not tongues must Christians make He leaves not sin leaves it doth him forsake He loves not God who for himself don't love Who 's glew'd to earth shall nere know God above A Iudas here impiety may veil With kisses vengeance slow yet sure can't fail He 'l break in two discover his black soul If timely pennance wipe not sins black scrol Lord let me hear thy voice while 't is to day Lest hard'ned in sins wildernesse I stray Unto the fiery serpents sting I pray While I forsake thee Lord who art the way Certamors VVAtches and clocks al but the last hour sound That hour should in our conscience be found Sure death 's a riddle th' tablet all unfold By none the meaning can of it be told Yet th' soul surpris'd in lust hell is her share Hell where of misery the Abysses are Hell th' Common-shore of all the filth of th' world Where th' fewel of Gods wrath in fire is hurl'd Where the Salamander-lust shall bath in fire Which here anticipates Hell in loose desire On Earth by Euthymy who a Heav'n don't find The Hell hereafter feels hath here in mind But oh where 's Conscience virtues Correlate Which sugars tears and survives ev'n in fate Where 's that delicious torrent of delight Glancing i th' Cage of flesh a heavenly light From the love of God this Alchymy redowns Iron to gold turns and disgrace to crowns Can he want light dwells in th' midst of th' Sun Thirst from whose belly living waters run Would he have meat thy flesh is meat indeed By faith on thee we may sweet Iesu feed Can he want clothing Lord may put on thee Nor med'cine have of Life thou art the Tree Who wants direction thou aâ—…t Lord the Way The Light Door Truth to guide them thee obey Lord come unto my soul bid it be thine So death shall have no power when life is mine On the Resurrection ARise my God my Sun arise Arise thy side My sin doth hide Thy blood makes pure Thy wounds me cure He ever lives who with thee dies Arise my God my Sun arise Abysses on Abysses call Who God denies First to him flies Where fiends could dwell And make an hell The first sees heav'n of all Abysses on Abysses call See! ah see me purpled o're The scarlets thine Though th' sin were mine Thine was the grave My sins would have The rising thinâ—… I would implore See! ah see me purpled o're In mercy Lord in mercy rise Emit a ray And make a day Where sins black night Hath ravish'd light Thou to the blind Lord first gav'st eyes In mercy Lord in mercy 〈◊〉 This day we Resurrection call Remove the stone My sins are one Ah buried in The grave of sin Shall I no rising have at all This day we Resurrection call Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Come my dear Lord Say but the word Unto my Soul I shall be whole Thou for thy self makâ—…st onely â—…oom Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Ad Animam QUid lenta cessas ah moraris I pete Ignicule sancte Coelites Hinc hinc prophana procul in anis â—…mpia Hinc execrata vanitas Io triumphe proh sona victrix Io Triumphe reboent aethera En en reperta est quae petita fletuum Torrente pragma sedul En lota prodit en nitens en quam refert Puram creantis imaginem Io triumphe plaude Coelitum chore Redeunte plaude prodigo Humana sileant en loquuntur Angeli Quam digna sphaeris musica est The Leper cleans'd HEar Lord hear The Rhet'rick of a tear Hear hear my brest While I knock there Lord take no rest Open ah open wide Thou art the door Lord open hide My sin a spear once entred at thy side See! ah see A Na'mans leprosie Yet here appears A cleansing Iordan in
superstes Quibus heu tandem ut bonis omnibus flebilis occidi At nulli flebilior quam nepoti Qui monumentum luctus pietatis hoc posuit On the death of Mistris E. Kinesm whom age had transform'd to a Sceleton I Wonder not thou 'rt dead but how could'st live Or to a Sceleton why they buriall give Sure Pelican like to your own children food You first your bowels gave and then your blood Or age refin'd thee 'cause the way was strait And took thy flesh to fit thee for Heav'n gate Or twindled to a Child 'cause none must venter But who 's child-like the heavenly Palace enter They live long who live well what meets in you To live both long and well is rarely true A parent not in empty name but care Indeed a widow yet no widow were Your husband in your love to him surviv'd Whose heart flesh life was his was he short liv'd Who would your praises fully but indite Doth need an Age long as you liv'd to write To a painted Lady a Calf spotted lusts Idol like the Idol of the Egyptians MAdam why so fair why so foul What can no lesse intrap a soul Art acts adultery in your skin When hell 's without ah what 's within Who would dote on painted blisse Which melts away with every kisâ—…e Or who would tie his love to hair Make love like it the sport of air The moon hath spots and so have you The emblems change and you 'l so too Or you these foils for beauty wear 'Cause Venus some feign moles made fair Who gain a love by seeming fair Their love and beauty like fate share Love shifts when you but shift your face Or outcomes when you teeth displace Puppits which move by phancies wire Let th' rich in fooleries desire Think you each hair in curls a hook Baited with powder fools are took To me the powd'ring of the hair Makes you seem aged and not fair Or like a sheeps-head's wooll doth show VVho mates you for a Ramme must go Black patches do betray defects Beauty's best seen in her neglects Cupid in black in your face spread Mourns there for love and beauty dead And your half Moon in this black veil Shews you can change though lustre fail Or think you here Egyptians be For th' spotted Calf may worship thee An Ape is though no Apis shown VVithout your spots can make you one I search no pedigrees nor care VVho ow'd your breath or teeth or hair Yet though in breath we Saba meet The smell 's not well smells alwayes sweet Though paint and plaistring may be gins To passengers tempt to rotten Inns Ceruse nor Fucus e're can move VVhere Religion fixes love 'T is neither marble gold nor paint But the Adorer makes the Saint To a Lady of Pleasure CEase Phryne cease leave off thy Charms Leave the circling of thine arms Each circle is a Magick spell VVould Devils raise in flesh to dwell VVho 's passionate with wanton love Unto himself a hell doth prove By passions Poets furies meant Their snakes were sins which men torment Mischief with mischief 's tangled in The twines of snakes are wayes of sin Their skins are gay but tails lodge stings Thus are the pleasures Venus brings These kisse like Judas and betray And Crocodile-like both weep and â—…lay Thus Teile trees yield a pleasing shade But of their fruit 's a poison made Or Sodoms Apples th' fruits of sin Are fair without and foul within To fish for Souls Lust's hells gilt bait On which a sharper hook doth wait Murder with Fornication twins Murder ends what Lust begins The spurious issues of base wombs Where they have liâ—…e receive their tombs Lust from the best things venom makes As th' Spider from th'best herbs it takes Ensigns of peace translates to wars Where Souls have wounds and Honour scars Her mouth streams honey heart hath gall Lust's sweets are thus embitter'd all When lustful Amorists fires do name Sure they anticipate here hells flame Who sin in 's breast a Devil keeps therein But Madg'len like they sev'n lodge lodge this sin Where Lust doth enter it the strong man bindes It makes a Sampson weak and so him blindes Here hairs are lesse then sins lust takes the hair As it did Sampsons but the sin leaves there In th' act of sin the tumid members tell Lust is a venom which can make them swell To his Lady Book COme Book my Mistris neither proud nor coy The gay nor impudent Mymicks thee enjoy Nor all the empty revellings of vice Ravish a sweetnesse virtue 's her own price Thou shalt unlock me th' treasuries of the deep For me earths bosome shall her riches keep Which to an heav'nly quintessence I 'le refine As the last fire earth will for heav'n calcine So better'd Nature shall my servant be Mine the Elixir of Philosophy Thus I the golden age again will bring From dregs of th' iron age out gold shall spring Then I 'le to th' Sky it Atlas-like uphold While I th' Star-spangled Canopy unfold The Heav'ns a Book the Stars the Letters be Where I will spell out ridling Destiny Then heav'ns twelve houses I 'le to tenemâ—…nts make And for them rent will by Astrology take Hence I 'le slide down into the silent grave And of the sleeping world the riches have Unravel Ages past and from th' dark night And Chaos of Confusion force a light And quicken fire from ashes of each Urn Where hallow'd tapers shall to light me burn The present teach and future Correct th' age past 'T is Knowledge Empire must to ages last The wise man is the King none can depose Can th' Cockatrice crush ith'egg unking his foes Can rebel passions unto reasons bar Which menace Soul and Fortune with a war Then States and Churches Fancy ravels through This Oedipus those Sphinxes can undo In Aph'risms truth imprison'd I 'le set free Her th' bottom of the well can't hide from me Nor th' {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} of the Ottoman race To raise himself all others would deface I 'le laugh at him with Aristotles scolds Believes no light but what 's dark lanthorn holds Or Galens scurf thinks th' quintessence of art Who what Elixir was could ne're impart Can he of Natures privy Councel be Shew rooms within who ne're did intrails see Strange Lapidaries price of gems would tell Viewing the Cask not what within doth dwell Sev'n year of study thus of famine be The soul not sated with Philosophy All dream like Pharaoh but no Iosephs here Egyptian Sages wise in vain appear See th' walking Library whom men Doctor call A scold well disciplin'd learnedly can brawl Like Cadmus souldiers notions in his brain By mutual quarrels have each other slain Hath tympanies of terms a Cobweb net Of pois'nous theses for a Fly can set Like the fish Sleve which presents a sword Yet by inspection doth no heart afford Though seeming vigour and acutenesse be There is no
times To profit stoops adopting others crimes Happy 'bove th' Lord who plays at petty game Rather then sit out sits and votes his shame Whose presence for a testimonial serves No house can lower be then he deserves Who sacrifice Reason to Successe must rear To Fortune Altars pay devotion there In History no trifler but doth know At Vertues root Envy a Worm doth grow An Aristides Phocion Greece exiles Corialan and Scipio Rome despoils 'T is Kingly to do good and suffer ill Since 't is a Royal mode retain it still Kisse but the rod your father leaves his ire Correction past may cast it in the fire It doth but humble on your knees you bring And from an earthly teach to serve heav'ns King Of all your servants have the times left one Who serves himself serv'd best and hath got none Scorn scurrilous plaints no mouth-granadoes vent 'Gainst foes above them plac'd while you 're content Who wants not that which wanting nature grieves Can't want each one as much hath as believes Who to desire hath nought nought to admire Th' Magnifico on State Pyramids plac'd 's not higher A Centuple retribution waits his losse Whom faith can teach t' imparadise a Crosse On Fortunes Rack we easily life despise Broke on her Wheel who smiling suffer 's wise To the Son of the late King RUle o're thy self the Worlds Epitome Then Charls the Great thus thou maist greater be Not second Charls but second unto none Not where he lost gain where he gain'd a Throne See sixty Scottish Kings purpled with blood To be beast like for sacrifice crown'd is 't good I lift each day a hand for thee in prayer To raise thee up by blood I none can rear Of one dayes rule a Tyrant hear complain Him happy call din'd and resign'd again Hear a fourth Henry tell his son a Crown Did he but know the weight hee 'd slight it down Who carries loads on'shead must ev'nly go And they who gain them Crowns had need do so O who would wish a loaden Asses pack Yet Honour galls more then it galls the back The Worlds Magnifico's all day laden are With Conscience gall'd to ground at length repair The world abounds with men that doe abound That knows to do it scarce a man is found Transported pride doth God forget by pelf Her neighbour Avarice th' Prodigall himself Hence ith'worlds bucket like the Captives wheel As one goes up another down doth reel Honour 's a shadow interpose a cloud And a perpetual darknesse doth it shrowd In chase then purchase we more pleasing finde Too great for bodies little for the minde Lesse then wee 'd have more then to use we know So both superfluous and defective too In valour strength and Allies who would trust Which Diamond like are cut by their own â—…ust What 's built on smoke how can it lasting be The worlds Foundation 's laid in Vanity See Otho fall First Charls resign a Throne That Eagle-like he may mount heav'n for one Though like a King of Iews thou thorns dost wear Rejoice with him thy Kingdome is not here 'Bout names we trifle and forget the thing Wouldst be a slave to slaves Then be a King News for News to a degenerate Cavalier GEneva Brotherhood are turn'd Cavaliers Scot-like they'll leather guns make of their ears The Dutch of Butterboxes will a Navy make If true such ships as these they 'll not forsake Or some in healths say they 'll carouse up seas If so to joyn with them will Roy'lists please Low Countries can't want men as some do fear One there had Children for each day of th' year The Spanish too with whiskers will invade Each hair is fork'd worse then a two edg'd blade The gallant French come too with braver shapes The English at first sight they 'll change to Apes VVhat though the King in England Castles wants Morocco's King on Elephants Castles plants And for a Present Castles mann'd will send VVee 'll Castles too ith'Aire build shall befriend The VVorld ith'Moon too lately is found out It will with Lunaticks joyn we need not doubt VVith fire from heav'n thus Dover's in our power The Thames wee 'll turn to flames shall burn the Tower Is your Cause good the primitive weapons take Of pray'rs and tears a thundring Legion make You ev'ry 〈◊〉 in Oathes could breathe a prayer VVith noise and threats as if yours Thunder were Fools who cast darts'gainst heav'n fel on th' Kings head Meek Lamb for your sins he was offered Then times nor manners cry but for your own Bad manners such bad times had ne're been known VVhose heir to land he must be heir to wit Fools fortune have but wise men guardian it The fools seed in his tail wise man in 's brain Thus wise men fools and fools wise children gain The sons of Bulrushes lechery of each fool Thus o're your fortunes and o're you must rule Boast not of Titles nor of generous blood VVhat virtue gain'd lose virtue they 're not good To a degenerate thing falsely called A NOBLE FIe fie Can nothing noble speak 'bove Oathes Or th' Apish varnish of some modish Clothes Or to learn Jockey phrase dialect of thâ—…hound Whose virtue like your own is all in sound Or can distinguish Lanner Lanneret Falcon Iarfalcon Gosshawk and cry Ret Hares start Deer rowse that Partridge sprung is knows What Woodcocks be by 's nose that's cup flush'd shows Or to unkennel Fox can wisely tell Rare Gentleman highly bred though scarce can spell And writes his Name in Text with such a paw You 'd swear 't was catechiz'd with the Devils claw Or th' Country air 's too dull he must to th' Burse Of Blasphemy Irreligions Nurse Where 's not a look but 's baited for to cheat And not a tongue but 's oyled for deceit Of 's Families blood carousing cups here fill And bids it die while he his Die throws ill Where theft's unpunish'd pleasing murders be Got in a crowd of sin mad amity Or turns a City Chymist diâ—…t refines To gold in Manours not Manners shines Taking a pattern bâ—… the Lord May'rs show Trimm'd gay and like a Pagâ—…ant gilt doth go Whom Law findes out before on it he looks Gains all his knowledge by his Mercers books Or peeps in France brave man where he 's no spy In riddling Statists Mysteries scorns to pry Yet reâ—…urns Ape transformed Al-a-mode With Pedlers gibrish and a Pedlers load Or in antipathy gets the Spanish shrug And looks as grave as th' man ith'Alehouse Iug Answers by nods the stupid would seem grave Who nothing vents must a strange fulnesse have The silent Asse might Lord ith'Lions skin But when he bray'd all knew an Asse within Affected gesture and a sowrer look With graver voice for wisdome would be took And peep up Statesman though the wiser dead Were ne're of 's Counsel nor hath th' living read These are the Comets rear'd from th' fat of earth Presage Kings ruine and the People
death A Character of a Compleat Gentleman To Iohn Cotton Esq Heir to the Knowledge and Virtue as well as to the Honour and Fortunes of his Ancestors To his Coz George Boswel Esq rich in Desert as Fortune THou to the lame art legs eyes to the blinde They their own wants in thy perfections finde Thou pluck'st no houses down to rear thy own The poor Gods houses rear'st out of thy stone Thou to the poor giv'st bread ev'n out of stone And not to him who asks bread givest one Thy door is open and thy heart so too Hast both enough and heart enough to do Thou not inclosest to fence out the poor But an inclosure art to keep their store Sheep eat no men thy men thy sheep do eat In tears of others wil'st not stew thy meat To dogs the Childrens bread thou dost not give Make thy dogs fat scarce let thy servants live Thy father gives thee dirt thou mak'st it gold Virtue refines it to a better mold Gold the Suns childe thou let'st the father see That it may make a childe of light of thee Thou bragg'st no stem think'st vice improves no blood Should vice or taint or virtue speak not good For Honour Conscience dost not put to sale Or thy Religion steer by profits gale Imbib'st no dregs ev'n in these lees of time A licenc'd ill can'st think no lesser crime Thou drink'st no health for to impair thy own By th' cup Hush'd face think'st noble blood not shown By no rash humour swell'st the Kingdoms spleen From whose bulk th' leanness hath of th' body been Where he who gains no Idol for his lust An Idol Fancy gets of Cits on trust While profit's th' Prophet that doth teach it there Religion shew'd by darker shops like ware These not th' world onely but think God to cheat Forge some new light he 's theirs by the deceit These take not thee nor those Hawks tow'ring prize While they can grovel in impurities Thy Reason is a Hawk which takes a flight As if she 'd nest her in a Sphere of light What would a nurse more for her childe heav'n woo Then to have good know how to use it too Nobility innobled A Character of the most excellent Marquis of Dorchester Earl of Kingstone The Lord Pierrepont IN Honours Sphere thou like a Sun art shown Impartest light yet not impair'st thy own The Poets Phoebus and Physicians too Nay evâ—…n Church lights have influence from you They who laid hands on others for to preach On them th' times hands lay for to silence teach Thy hands relieve the mischief others do They 're strangely tongue-ty'd cannot speak of you No gilt-tongu'd Lawyer but doth plead for thee When thou 'rt but nam'd he hath his Angel fee Physicians 'bove Catholicon thee quote 'Gainst times infection their best antidote Thou read'st the living yet neglect'st not th' dead Hast both in Books and Skeletons them o're read But oh th' rich incense of each virgin prayer While parents virtues now made dowries are Stream to posterity honour in thy blood VVhat vice nor th' times Contagion taints is good Plaistred with blood no house on ruines built VVith others gold rear'd up but thy own gilt 'Bove Constellations may thy Coronet shine Honour her self is honour'd being thine VVho the lost Cyphers th' house of Lords complains VVhile that perfections summe in thee remains On Thomas Lord Wentworth Earl of STRAFFORD SAy not the Army took the Kingdomes head For Charls in Strafford a long time was dead The King with his own hand himself did slay The hand took Straffords took his head away How could his head upon his shoulders stand Gave leave to take th'best headpiece in his Land None durst to knowledge Strafford dead pretend Wisdoms Monopoly with his head did end With the Wentworth ah worth with thee was fled Ireland no venom Strafford living bred Nor England Wolves which could her sheep devour They plac'd him would have plac'd them in that Tower The silly sheep a league with wolves would make They ask their dogs dogs gone their lives they take Nor wanted Strafford guilt though wanted Law He for his death did his own warrant draw He drew the heads took his his case the same He gave himself the stab in Buckingham When he cry'd charge him high should the Law fail The rabble that knows no Law will prevail Nor thrive they better his black Curtain draw They since have found necessity hath no Law May none with greatnesse surfet that succeed And for state physick be prescrib'd to bleed Whence the bloody issue hath run twelve year Lord let it stop while we by faith draw near Summum jus summa injuria in jure regni GOld Crowns are Coyn'd by steel and stamp'd by might Thus the Saxons Danish Normans Tudors right The Roman Eagles ceased on their prey Their talons swords were carv'd the Empires way 'T was steel that gave the Spaniard all his gold By 's Bilbo blades he doth his Indies hold To edge blunt tools the Priest talks of the word 'T is steel that conquers not the two edg'd sword The Ottoman Moon had else bin in the wane Refulgent steel doth it new lustre gain The greatest injury is the greatest right Yet out of darknesse God creates a light While Greece did make a Conquest of the world She with her arms her arts about it hurl'd Civility did with Roman Eagles fly To Tames a way to learn civility Who Conquers bodies may he Conquer Minds And leave us men whom he like wild beasts finds Though he a Kingdom gains we shall lose none When every man doth in himself gain one Who is no prop to a declining throne Sins 'gainst his Kings in Earth in Heav'n his own He 's traitor helps a traitor to a Throne Yet who resists him on it may be one Martlets and Capets treasons thrones acquir'd Yet both so well rul'd France thought both inspir'd A petty notary rul'd so well in Rome The time of the golden Age did th' name assume Otho may sacrifice ' f all for publick good Good with ten thousands losse's no right of blood On Poverty VVHat art thou poverty thou so much art fled Christ spous'd thee living us bequeath'd thee dead Ambition never tenters thee on racks No vulture gnaws thy heart plot thy brain cracks No emulous rival hast no hollow friend Dost in the place thou 'rt born securely end By healthful hunger sauc'd meats happy be No table made a snare by gluttonie By neighb'ring floods sav'st charges of excise Drink which the wise makes fools can make thee wise No Dropsies fear'st no Gout nor no Catarrh Palate with body nere Commences war Thy body and thy Conscience both are clear Hast nothing here to hope or ought to fear No man to cut this shrub down his axe whets Nor a self-wounding Conscience by regrets While others sport of winds hoist into th' deep Along the shore he doth securely keep The Ostridgs body hindereth her wings