lives like Enoch walks in Paradice But he who follows th' crooked waies of sin A Serpent to this Garden doth let in To tast the fruits of sense doth him intice Then sees his sin and himself nak'd by vice While God his Saints with sanctity doth cloath The figleaves of Hypocrisy they loath Fall'n midst the trees they seek to hide their sin But God i th conscience is who speaks within Our better thoughts of Paradice are the trees Which they secluded are whom sins can please Earth turn'd to earth which if none do manure It doth sins fruits thistles and thorns endure But see on water th' spirit moves of love To make the first light did on waters move From th' fount of Baptism there do rivers flow Which water Paradice and make Heav'ns fruit grow The seed of life thus watered did die To raise up fruit for all eternity The tree of life was joyned to deaths tree To make the barren bare it God must be Into the ground thou Lord it cast that we Fix'd to thy root may ever living be Thou Lord the Earth didst ope that death might have And 's sister sin in lifes Sepulcher grave Who to the world is ty'd to the Crosse is nail'd His bones are broke and he by death assail'd But he 's a good thief violence offers there The flaming sword keeps Paradise sure is prayer Or thy sprites Cherubins and the flaming sword Which keeps the tree of life is Lord thy word Since thou of life in Paradise art the tree Lord when thy Kingdom comes remember me The bone thou gav'st us is with th' Serpent joyn'd Sin breaks the bones which first with sin conbin'd The Serpents damn'd to dust which us betraid Lift like a Serpent up in dust thou 'rt lay'd Sin Lord's a Serpent with a fiery sting Thou lifted up dost to us med'cine bring Thorns on thy brow Earths curse for him dost wear Thou mak'st them Lord a Crown by being there Thief like to th' cursed tree i 'me nail'd by sin Yet sin makes wounds to let thy mercy in Lord say the word I shall be whole or say Thou shalt with me in Paradise be this day What 's alwaies every where and all believe Is truth and onely truth which can't deceive Where is 't unravel ages all times read Since truth is one why thus are none agree'd Schisms gilded weather-Cocks all must passe for gold While the world truths lights doth in dark lanthorns hold Men to th' Meridian of their flesh and blood Religion Calculate profit names it good See each Divine is but an Advocate As if Religion were temporal state They with illusion forgeries for it plead â—…nd do 't like Lawy'rs onely to be fee'd For what they plead yet none can call their right They for Religion do without it wrire Witty impieties do the Scriptures reach Like the Tyrant who to 's bed did wretches stretch Too long for cruel purposes they slice Too short they wrack confession of their vice That truth can never vary all agree yet all place truth in their varietie On the Moster's of the Science of defence in Controversie EAch Father sure 's a Ianus two waies looks One face Reformers have one Papists Books Do they by follies issues their names gain They father spurious isâ—…ues of each brain Now to th' Protestant tun'd now Roman Key Do Echo like to every voice obey Ah! Echo-like yield an imperfect sound Which can't instruct a knowledg but confound Whence most polemick truths as clearly note As th' Lover's Mistresse face in a Wanescot Or Wittingtons Maiorship by a chime of bels Which seem to tune to all wild phancy tels What though the Ruhets in the Roman head Some truth 's obstructed is the bodâ—… dead Or cause not uniform must no union be Belief in one Christ sure speaks unitie Though various Colours in Christs Coat be knit They make no seam nor cause a schism in it But these are souldiers which do pierce Christs side Cast lots for 's Vesture and his Court devide See in a mighty bulk their volumes swell Heav'ns way is narrow sure these lead to Hell Homonymas wave and skirmishing with words Or shadow fights see what each book affords You these Tostati may with ease outvie With a slight single sheeted Mercury Their tumid bodies onely serve to tell Poison within is thus can make them swell Iesuite SEE see the subtile texture of each line The Spider spins her curious web lesse fine Th' Spider infusing poison thus takes th' Fly While in her web she weaves her destiny Beware of th' Net which from a Spider came Nor for the light of heav'n mistake hells flame Like sacred bellows they the soul may blow Whether to make it to Contrition glow And zealous fervor or to subtilize And make 't to flames of Contemplation rise But ah with soul on Contemplations wing Most deal as boyes with birds do in a string Draw down on seeds of errour for to feed Or by officious handling make to bleed A spark of heav'n devotion may inspire Contentions flames are kindled at hells fire The Church TH' Kings Daughters garment may discolour'd be Yet Schism 's not made by th' variety Embroidred with good woâ—…ks Christs Spouse must go Wrinkle nor spot in Conversation show Where shadows do increase the Sun declines Yet there will shadows be where the Sun shines Forms of Religion where there is a light Where all is shadow and no shadows night But oh while most 'bout Forms poor shadows fight They Charity lose which is Religions light Who by disputes are drunk and passions vext Cast at Antagonists heads what they meet next The wildefire of Contention they increase And not by th' Milk of th' Word it cause to cease Who 's Pious he is Orthodox who loves sin He Heretick is God nor his Church shares in Happy whose lives 'gainst errours do dispute Good lives convert bad tongues can never do 't Ith'Catholick house Churches like Sisters dwell Can Sisters Sisters for each brawl expell Men in each Church have Truth enough to save And to damn Angels enough Malice have The Polemick Protestant D. TRuths more calcining Recollects ore-read To cure Truths wounds Truth they afresh make bleed Itch of Dispute the Scab of th' Church doth breed How comes Truth for a Champion Falshood need It from Contagion sprung their Countreys Plague A Wickliff Husse and Malecontents of Prague Waldo's Disciples Albingenses too Must to the Muster of Truths Champions go Thus Homer to see Truth was lent strange eyes And Virgil taught for to Evangelize What though in Tenets all do disagree In opposition of one Church they be Churches like floting Islands in the Sea Carried on th' giddy waves of Vanity How wisely for your Hierarchy you plead Your Church to raise who Church defacers need Who laid in Common Sacred and Prophane To hedge these in could you some Church-ground gain By th' Woman in the Wilderness understood As wisely as New-England Brotherhood Christian
heart in their Philosophy A shallow puddle doth resemblance bear Of Sun Moon Stars and all heav'ns glory there Yet with a finger you may fathom it Seas are too deep for th' Stagirites great wit He on his followers shallownesse doth intail From th' bottom of the well truth gets no bail Surely they dream if dreams in fancy be Fancies are Maxims of Philosophy On Retirement I Leave the world it me yet not alone Nor left have ages for my patrons known Or can I be alone who treat with th' world Which is within your's to th' first Chaos hurl'd I onely then to be alone begin When on my privacies Sciolists crowd in Thus I can pinion time memory recruit From th' Age snatch th' sickle and reap Wisdomes fruit In th' Scheme of th' world my own Nativity finde And there gain eyes to see where Chance is blinde The fool is solitary wise man ne're alone Who hath himself wants no companion Who serves himself is never serv'd amisse Retirement Wisdoms Cousin German is Men live like caged birds crowd and defile Each other while Religion 's in exile Who leaves himself 't is he doth living die Inherits worms who here keeps company All do like worms on putrefaction prey Or in their actions rottennesse display Remote from th' Sun our dayes are there more long Digestion better life and growth more strong Th' worlds glories scorch us dazle or exhale Or sin turns Ethiop or guilt makes us pale Yet when these scorch retire within 's a Cave In our own bodies we may cooling have If Fortunes freeze or more obscured be The souls within a torch light warmth for thee Each sown Umbrella is and his own sun Desert thy self thy joy and light is done Thus you may gain what others strive to seem Let me gain Knowledge others gain Esteem Man a Microcosm NAtures Compendium th' worlds Epitome Our flesh is earth our blood is as a Sea Have heav'n in Knowledge Soul of Gods a ray Which in the night of flesh breaks forth a day What light without that knowledge is within Through th' eyes the windows of our Souls let in To circle bout the world the blood 's a Sun The Stars the senses wâ—…ich their courses run Motions and perturbations of the minde Resemble tempests thunder lightning wind Which in our aëâ—…y Region do arise To cloud the minde and so obscure the Skies These on the blood Commotions once begun We lose th' effect of light by th' clouded sun Tumors like Meteors in our bodies rise The exhalations of impurities And in a Collique or Hysterique fit We feel pent wind a Earthquake make in it Congealed slime like Thunder-bolts we finde By heat of reins in clouds of flesh confin'd Our minde the day is and our flesh the night Death is but darknesse and our life the light Of the Blood POets feign Phoebus blushing sets in red While he descends down to his watery bed Sure in these purple streams the Sun doth glide And in his Crimion Chariot blushing ride While he doth circle through the lesser world Through veins of earth in strange Meanders curl'd Now in a full tide channels doth disdain Flows into flesh and then ebbs back again Thus blood Sun-like gives motion life and sense Spirit and innate heat are nought from hence Distinct from Blood who can the Soul ought call 'T is all in every part and all in all Though Nature seems restor'd by Cock-white broth It is a Sun beam Chariots in the froth Thus man can't get a man unlesse the Sun Club to the act of Generation 'T is light is life 't may place change never dies And by its nature oâ—…ely multiplies How of the body is the Soul the act When without it no body is compact Do we our senses borrow from the brain When before it our senses do remain Or is the heart or liver shops of blood When before either is a purple flood Here is that Plato's here that vestal fire Kindled by Sun-beams which can ne're expire Take away heat 't is Cruor and not blood Streams of impurities issue with this flood Ouseinto flesh and out by Ulcers run Yet ne're were blood no nature took from th' sun Though blood-shews like a heat enamell'd cloud Corruption with discolouring don't shrowd Lord what is man thou should'st thus mindeful be Placing in him this tutelar Deity Water and Earth poor man at best but mud By th' quickning ray of heav'n turn'd flesh and blood When thou but tak'st of heav'n this light away That which before was flesh and blood is clay Gods Tabenacle thus plac'd in the Sun That Giant races must with th' whole world run On the Humours A Tetrasyncrasy must of humours be Nature from discords produce harmony How wisely th' bloody masse is understood Two Cholers black and yellow phlegm and blood Phlegm is so crude it scarce bloods nature takes Blood Choler turns but Choler ne're blood makes Yellow to black by heats exuberance tends Black into none see where perfection ends When Natures work onely Concoction is To gain perfection we arrive at this O happy age from imperfections free Perfections sure mopish or mad to be On the Elements TO answer Humours who four Elements chose Had need the fift their quarrels to compose Sure it is Love doth all together knit Love made the world and Love preserveth it Things diff'rent are but nothing contrary is But as intended or it is remisle Ah! why should Med'ciners in their art agree Since Natures self 's but Contrariety Against Phlebotomy to a Leech PHilosophy ends where Physick doth begin 'T is strangely true for few admit it in Tell stories of Corruption of the blood What 's once corrupt can it return to good To th' habit from privation how 's recesse Phlebotomy's Key not loosing rottennesse Or opening can't distinguish good from bad Would each blood-sucking Leech the knowledge had The treasury of life they 'd not exhaust Take th' price of blood while life with blood is lost To Natures countermiinng not intent To let death in and life out give a vent More merciful Turks thus blood do never spill Under pretence of help nor do they kill Lest to his bloody art th' Leech too much trust To take him off we need from graves fetch dust For Phlebotomy THe Courses Nature doth in Women take To open veins shall we in men forsake VVhere Nature dictates who will not submit She keeps her Monthly terms to plead for it Shee 'll argue à priori by the Nose And by the Breech à posteriori shows VVhen Natures self doth once turn Critical I pray resign no Criticks be at all 'Gainst all Phlebotomy who plead sure jest In th' mood they plead for to refute it best A Piss-pot Prophet SEE th' man of Recipes how his Cloak is lin'd Sure th' insides rich where we such linings finde Can strut not gravely with an ominous look Like Mahomet when from th' Dove he Counsel took Consults with his
fit 'Twixt man and beast there 's now no difference made To th' bestial part since reason man betrai'd Physitians once were Children of the Sun Now night and earth need cover what is done Wise Lacedemon would no quacks endure Themselves intitling unto natures cure A painter convert Leech said Earth may hide The faults I now make th' former were espy'd While Italy did to Adrian complain Under pretence of help their friends were slain The Pope reply'd the Land would be too great These you devour least you your selves might eat Thus cruelty passing uncontroll'd by Law Leeches by purse and veins the heart blood draw Yet all Egyptian-like to Crocodiles pay Devotion for requital do them slay On Noah Big's vanity of the Craft of Physick IN Noah Bigs ark truth shall nere be sav'd Since for one truth preserv'd he twenty wav'd While you would physick purge and purges too We need a purge of hellebore for you Like th' mad man living in a Seaport Town Thought all the ships came in the hav'n his own No ship but his at truths port hath arriv'd In waves of error drown'd none else surviv'd Yet while he 's gleaning up Van Helmonts scraps And the Dutch hogs head long since broch'd new taps Had he apprentise to an Alewife been By yest fermenting ale he more had seen The humors to ferment had better shown Then what Van 's stronger phancy brews or 's own Yet 't is no matter though all Sciolists be Knowledg in Physiques occult quality On Noah Biggs BY the spirit more though Chymistry can show Then by 't Enthusiasts of the age do know Though ages dream'd and th' aged dreamers be We that are young men do no Visions see To glean truth see in Harvy Harves here Themselves in him the Colledge pillars rear No more of every wind of phancy sport He gives them truth and gives them reason for 't Yet thou dear Biggs so well of ill hast writ He who can't praise thy truth may praise thy wit On Fontinels WHat though Chymera's all defluxions be That need to have an issues midwifrie He that doth good though he the cause don't know There is no cause why he should lesse it do Corruption from a roweld horse doth flow 'Cause th' Farrier knows not why is it so Who truth immers'd would pluck out of the pit Not onely peeps but doth exantlate it To the first moving vesicle tracts the blood Hath ebbing flowing circling understood Whence our impurities spring knows every mine Not fights 'bout words but can the things define He who shows faults to truth he is no friend But he who showing teaches to amend Had the acute Van-Helmont faults thus shown He had cur'd ours and not have made his own Nor while he proves all issues to be vain Prove onely so the issue of his brain Let 's Scholers all to Patavie be sent Where they for giddy fumes give hogsheads vent On Van Helmont IN luxury of wit there 's more then needs And in the best of Gardens there 's some weeds In Helmonts Paradise there 's of life a tree By fruits of knowledge we may blinded be And while our imperfections we would smother Onely some figleaves take to make a Cover What few do seems to know of what he wilt Superfaetation hath no abort wit 'Bove Galens scurf 'bove him whose scraps might feed Sages yet he a school boys latine need Yet to set th' Kernel off let th' shel be foil If not much labour Theophrast shew'd much oyl But oh while errors troops Van rashly charges Error him Captive takes who truth inlarges On Doctor Harvey VVHat can one pillar onely be thy due The Colledge pillar and truths pillar too Had we Seth's pillar whose sight Ioseph feigns Perusing thine 't would scarce requite our pains Non datur ultra Hercules pillars show Beyond a Hercules labours thou dost go Seav'n headed Hydra error multiply'd Thou need'st no Club thy knife can soon divide Augean filths no work when vy'd with thee Do'st cleanse the Jakes of all antiquitie All truths before thine did like heat-drops fall Vanish'd so soon scarce seen or known at all Thou set'st up sail swim's through the purple flood Which blush'd before 'cause never understood Thou circlest through our Microcosom and we Learn more then th' world our selvs new worlds by thee Knowledge was eaten through with ages rust And the Serpent now would cheat us with his dust Most do an apple phancy knowledge fruit Say but an Harvey we assent unto 't Yet here we knowledge gain withoout a death Death onely opens us a way to breath Enabled by the cunning of his knife He Cherubin like doth guard the tree of life Above the milky way in glory shine Lend humane nature lustre more divine Those lesser stars a Peckquet Bartholine Lose all their glory when by 't vy'd with thine They babes in Physick by thy milk may please Thou open'st veins for cure of truths disease Art natures midwife stripst her Callow brood And new attirest to inrich our blood VVhat need we pillars unto Harvey raise VVho rears himself a Pyramid of praise To issue wanting Absaloms Pillars rear Each generation will give him an heir VVhile drops of blood can channel in a vein Truth 's bloody victory will him trophies gain On Dr. George Ent. PErfum'd with spices when our Phoenix dies May'st from his ashes glorious arise Thy name speaks being betterd by thy art Non ents in knowledge may thy skill impart 'Bove aged Dons whose bushes figure time Yet beaâ—…ded Meteors all their lights from shine From lesser starrs we do expect no light Nor Comets from the dregs of phancies bright Of truths succession maist thou Herald be Proclaim her warres her rights and pedigree VVhile we our Williams Conquest do proclaim Not Conqueror of a Land but whole worlds name Intitled to it by each drop of blood VVhich posting round proclaims his title good From th' Tyranny of ignorance them freed VVhile his dissecting hand made errors bleed Great Harvy's second teeming Natures friend To nature and her Midwife thy hand lend Open thou natures books and teach them read Can onely open veins to make truth bleed Lash whimp'ring folly answ'ring at thy lash VVhip her untiâ—… she gigs out all her trash Beat all the Hectors rise it h'whores defence Till prejudice is Captive led by sense Thou nothing dost if all dost not outdo High treason against nature 't is in you If from a Sun in Knowledge no light be Nature must suffer by non Entitie Lesse then perfection by thy name 's not ment 'T is onely sinful folly's a non Ent. On Doctor Brown His Religio Medici and vulgar errors REligio Medici though th' word Atheism call The would shows none and the Physitian all More zeal and charity Brown in twelve sheets shows Then twelve past ages writ or th' present knows What Paracelsus brag'd of doth disclose He 'twixt the Pope and Luther might compose Though gut-inspired zelots bark at
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
seek'st to taint true blew 't will never stain What a blew point the strumpets lace Romes Rag Can'st think there 's lesse Religion in each tag Then all the points you tenter into Uses While Codpiece zeal would point out hot abuses Your blewer pulpit stuff you did so disjoint I durst have swore you 'd never come to th' point Both earth air heav'n thee heretick could invite Could th' Saint once nam'd make thee no proselyte The day she gave 't wing'd Quiristers took the air And joyn'd to sing her praises pair and pair Her gift resembling Violets then appear Proud thus to usher sweetnesse into th' year Yet Birds can't reach her praise Violets her sweet Nor tell what glories in her blew point meet Dost thou not see how th' blewer colour'd vein Doth bâ—…th our spirits life and souls contain Or dost not view how tinctuâ—…'d thus the sky Shews all that 's rich in heavns embroidery Or dost not know how purpled Judges sit As if they took their robes to vote for it Yet veins are uselesse vy'd sky foul words weak To speak the gift let th' Donor Angels speak Angels ah Angels she 's Seraphick sure Nature calcin'd her to that temperature Blew Garter Orders hence are vanish'd gone Blew points succeed mists fly before the sun By box and a blew point a wiser age Surely could nothing lesse then this presage They who their thoughts do elevate with drink Fancy refin'd nothing but blew can think On the Refin'd Lady CHoice extract of thy Sex where we May finde what 's in it good in thee Of so refin'd a temperature Can you then Angels be lesse pure Impurerd egs of flesh and blood Nature by dirt makes great not good When Nature made thee so refin'd Surely she portraict'd out the minde Nothing presents thee to my sense Speaks lesse then an Intelligence who 'd folio's of thy Sex reade o're Since in Epitome he findes more On the wearing of the Tag of her Blew Point THough like a Liquorish stick you 're thin Yet all its sweetnesse is within Like Aarons Rod in virtues bud A twâ—…g in virtue 'bove a wood Sure Kings white wands but Emblems be Of virtues which do reign in thee Some think by Magick Rods decline And by their head point out a Myne But oh more true none this twig see That richer Mynes finde not by thee Sure had Philosophers but you known They 'd this Elixir thought their stone Since you 're a quintessence can refine And make brasse Tags priz'd 'bove a Myne While all that 's glorious meets in you We pay to yours what is your due Who honour Saints of them do love each rag Who loves the Saint must honour needs her tag Had you but lived in a fonder age To your Blew Point they 'd gone a pilgrimage On Pentepicta A Lady with enamell'd Teeth black white and yellow F.W. THe wiseman Teeth call'd flocks of sheep Sure Iacobs speckled flocks here keep Where teeth are checker'd black and white Nay gilt too to inrich delight Her mouth ope you at Chesse may play With teeth resembling night and day Each fondling reach will praise what 's white Is there in Choak such strange delight Give me the mouth like th' Temple floor With speckled Marble paved o're Or oh more rich in gold thus set A row of pearl then one of jet On Flavia A yellow hair'd Lady E.W. COme Eagles here your Eaglets try Where hair seems Sun-beams for the eye Was there but Persians here each hair Might call a Votary to his Prayer While every one emits a ray Brighter then those gâ—…ld th' new born day Could age run back and renew Greece They 'd hither send for th' golden Fleece â—…n honour of this golden hair Sure Spain the golden Fleece doth wear Though gone Hesperian Orchards be Your head preserves the golden Tree Should Goddesses but now contend A hair of it might th' quarrel end Who would not think her the most fair Who could deserve to have your hair Or is your head a hill of fire Since men fâ—…el Aetna in desire Or Cupid of â—…hy hair makes darts Which being fire inflames all hearts Or the proud Boy will captives hold In fetters which are made of gold Nature presaging you would Empire have And rule o're hearts this Crown of Gold you gave On a Crooked Lady M.V. SUre Cupid of thy shoulders makes a bow From whence fly love shafts wounding al thee know See how the mimick Apes do shrug to bear Resemblance with the bunch you carry there View how the supple hamm'd Dons cringing bend As by thy copy they their shapes would mend The enamell'd war drobe of rich Nature view All drooping imitate anâ—… bow like you The bashful Roses shrink into their beds Lillies in emulation hang down heads Lesse then Celestial sure you cannot be The sky embrod'ring Bowe resembles thee Heav'n onâ—…ly thee a richer token bent And to inrich poor Mortals thee us sent That as the Rainbowe token is of love Earth may have one below as heavâ—…n above Hence as by age to hâ—…av'n we nearer grow Age what thy youth arrives to lends a bowe 's Like thee he makes thy praise would sum To th' period of thy praise no pen can come Tâ—…e praise of Thick and Short IF the round figures the most perfect be Th' perfection of thy sex sure 's most in thee Nature imperfect there is understood Where up to legs they run for want of blood Here 's no lank piece stuff'd out with clothes to cheat Bag pudding like thou 'rt all without deceit With thy broad shoulders there 's no slender waste Lest it might fall in two must be strait lac'd Each part 's alike thou art as thick as long Shoulders and waste have one proportion In parchment cloth'd no skeleton here discovers To kill lust in them death unto her lovers No bones stick out to threaten those draw near Sword-like through th' scabberd of the flesh appear Thy quavering flesh to all that do draw nigh At every touch presents an harmony Sure far above the Musick of the spheres Th' harmony of th' whole Globe in thee appears To Dionysia the plump Lady S D. FAt is too luscious when it is alone You fat I lean sure would do well made one How lovely 's fat with lean when inter-lin'd Should we not lovely prove together joyn'd Marr'age makes one of those before were two You may have flesh for me I bones for you Scripture sayes woman made was out of bone But you are flesh sure I a rib alone Oh might I be that rib so near your heart So near alliance death could oâ—…ely part Or you my flesh I would thy spirit be To give new life would actuate in thee Fat easily melts sure hard you cannot be Love to melt you hath kindled fires in me But should you fly the flames must quench and die How can the fire be kept no fewel nigh While I do burn should â—…ou the fuel prove Wee
generous birds a chatring Dawe Makes Country hobnails on the stones strike fire While they her rusâ—…ing petticoats admire Yet the subtile Fox knows th' Asse i th' Lyons skin He hears her bray and knows an Asse within With these froth-born like boyes with froth we play First raise a buble then we blow 't away Talk'd I of Diamonds in a mourning jet To put them off for greater lustre set Or how that fairer widows do disclose The sweets that do inâ—…ich the new blown rose To attract straws we place that blacker jet To take some poor Iack-straw in black you 'r set Don't they deride who praise th' frogs speckled skin The rose that 's withered or wormeaten in Your lips nor cheeks do not partake of th' rose The glory that you gain is by the nose But not so glorious sure none near it come Which by the heat don't suffer martyrdom The Cynqiue humbly would to Statues beg And to each gilded post would make a leg Thus when we gilt toys see with Ladies clothes What 's Lady like we Lady will suppose And court Idolatry to the gay rags pay While phancy with these things of clouts must play Each Knot love knits each pin must wound the heart And Oh 't is rare perâ—…ume if she but Scabs but embosse or an enammels itch Pocks do ingrave Carbuncles face inrich Hath she a red a black or yellow skin O precious wench ruby jet gold 's within We beauties call what may for Mormo's passe Or Acho like turn phrantick by a glasse Or should a Conjuâ—…er in his room them place People would swear the Devil in each face Yet we these puppets move by phancies wire Ev'n lay our selves in dirt to raâ—…se them higher Till rais'd themselves and us they cease to know Abuse seems Courtship who deride them woe We court bad faces not to please our sense But thus to mortifie our Concupiscence Sometimes a deaths head a devotion rears To say a prayer it kisle and leave with tears I never see the ruines of a face But dust to dust I cry and straight embrace Yet my embraces here in bed shâ—…el meer Brings husbands bones or her own winding sheet But should my sins bring an untimely grave I 'd a rare Monument rich embalming have My Aâ—…t should teach the snake new skin assume Or else I 'd bribe corruption with perfume Her gold pearl Diamonds should my Cordials be Against each touch would prompt an Agonie Salacious birds lusts sacrifice should attend And spawning fishes should their Lecheries lend Potato Skirret and Eringo râ—…ot Satyrion Cod resembling should recruit I 'de strength of earth of beasts the marrow have At second hand I 'de give but what 〈◊〉 gave But oh for dirt who would in Earth intomb Earth Air and Sea can't fate a barren womb That gallant wretch which did up Holbornâ—…ide Presented with the choice of rope or bride With a reprieve a lovely piece he spies With sparrow mouth frog skin and ferrets eyes Whose barren womb might but a brothel be Where twins are murder and Adulterie Mariage and hanging both are Deâ—…tiny Cry'd give the easier hangman let me die Brave soul in honours Catalogue have room Better the cursed tree then cursed womb Nuptials fill earth virginity fills Heav'n To barren Widows ah what place is giv'n Hence of corruption bred you gayer mothes No virtue know but what you find in clothes Know no religion 'bove a sundays dresse No Heav'n but there where golden Angels bless Who you 'twixt froth of Cups and phancy Court 'T is not to gain them love but gain them sport Tyr'd with the graver looks of Madam book Thus natures Pamphlets we in sport ore look When vines shall leave the Elm with Coleworâ—…s twine And serpents Court the Ash thou shalt be mine Anthus and Aegithus blood shall mingled be The panther and Hyena's skin agree The Oak and Olive Walnut and Oak agree And masking nature leave antipathie Till then from the Philosopher I 'l vary Said beasts chose like but man his contrary But if I needs my contrary must choose Of all thy sex I could not thee refuse Disgrace of Poetry hence be thou his theam Who whisling cools the horsetails of his team Let him cool thine by fanning thus thy breech Or else the horsewhip take to cure the itch Shine out bright stars in Honors hemispheâ—…r I 'le raise my fortunes â—…x my phancy there Donec gratus eram Horatii A Dialogue betwixt two Lovers VVHile that our souls and arms did twine In amorous circling like the vine Should regal pomp with me but vie 'T would prove enameld slavery While no fond flames of loose desire Did warm thy breast with aliene fire Crown'd joys with mine but plac'd in scale No minuits joy could countervail Exotick Chloe rules my heart Learn'd to tempt souls to th' ear by art For both could one death us suffice Love should make death a sacrifice An amorous youth with mutual fire Meets in complacence my desire For whom I once nay twice could die Could death admit security But what if Venus should return And fires that glow in ashes burn While she revokes to yoaks of brasse Our Love 's more brittle far then glasse Though stars are then my love lesse fair Cork not so light as thee or air Rocks not so deaf or angry Seas Iâ—… true I 'de Court thee a disease To Lydia Instar Lydiae Horatianae VVHen men inrich thy neck with praise And glories with no rose displays Thy arms which wax do imitate My gall impostum'd swels with hate I burn while sots thy skin defile And rosebuds in thy lips do spoil To leave love-marks trust me in vain They love not who dare lips prophane Ah be not prodigal of blisse Venus makes Nectar of a kisse Happy thrice nay more for ever Where loves chain is broken never Nor rash complaint a linck can force While death suâ—…s forth a long divorce E Martiale CRas te victurum cras dicis `posthume semper Dic mihi cras istud posthume quando venit Quam longe cras istud ubi est aut unde petendum Thou saist thou wilt to morrow live to morrow ever When will that morrow come ah tell me never How farr 's that morrow whence where to be fetch'd What can the Parthians or Armenians teach't What hath it Priams age or Nestors years I st to be bought tell me what price it bears Thou say'st thou wil'st too morrow live this day 's too late Yesterdaies life shoul d this daies Antedate To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E. P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt DIrt and Gold are in one Mine A place of sin thou dost refine For greater lustre thus are set Bright Diamonds by blacker jet Come gaudy anticks transform'd Apes By virtues glasse here mend your shapes Who would of virtue picture take He by this pattern must it make Come Haereticks of the sex a sight Of her may make a Proselyte Her words 'gainst sin
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