Still to the Center dost thou roule When up to Heaven thou shouldst aspire Did not thy Jailour flesh deny The freedome for to feed thine owne insatiate eye How might thou let it surfet here On choicest glories how it might Thick flowing globes of splendor beare And triumph in its native light How t' would hereafter sleep disdaine The glorious Sun of righteousnesse uprise againe O who so stupid that would not Resolve to Atoms for to play 'Mong th' golden streamers he shall shut While he prolongs one endlesse day How small three evenings darkenesse be Compared once with measurelesse Eternity See how the joyous Clouds make way And put a ruddy brightnesse on How they their silken fleeces lay For him to mount to Heaven upon Where he may in full glory shine Whose presence made before a Heaven of Palestine That lovely brow that was before Drown'd in a flood of Crimson sweat Is now with brightnesse guilded ore And all with burnisht flames beset Him whom his drowsy Sonnes did leave Sleeplesse Aeriall Legions triumph to receive This innocent Columbine he That was the marke of rage before O cannot now admired be But still admired still needs more Who would not stand amaz'd to see Fraile flesh become the garment of Divinity Appeare no more proud Olivet In tawney olives from this time Be all with purple vines beset The sprig of Jesse from thee did climbe Up to the Skies and spread those boughs Whereon lifes grapes those Paradisean clusters growes Why stare you curious gazers so No Eye can reach his Journeys end Hee 'l pierce the rouling Concave through And that expanded Fabrick rend Then hee 's at home he was before A Pilgrime while he footed this round nothing ore If then his nimble feet could make A pavement of the quivering streame And cause those powerfull Spirits quake That feare not any thing but him Now can and will he turne to joyes Your feares and or disarme or turne your enemies He is not lost though wafted hence He 's with you darlings of his love Hee 's the supreame Intelligence That all the little Orbs will move He is the head it cannot be Members can perish where ther 's such a head as he A head compos'd of Majesty Wer 't not by mercy all possest From which such charming glances fly As striking vengeance can arrest From which such powerfull frowns arise As can strike palsies in the Earth and headach in the Skies What did you thinke he could remaine Disguis'd in such an inch of land That convex cannot him containe Though spun out by his owne right hand What did you thinke that though he lay Enterr'd a while the Earth might swallow such a prey That very dying did restore Banisht life to rotting men And fetcht back breath that fled before Into their nostrils once againe That very death gave life to all And t' all mankind recovery of their Fathers fall Suppose yee that the fatall tree That happiest worst of punshiments Did punish such a sinlesse he Or shame him that was excellence No no the crime doth ever state The punishment and he sinne could not act but hate Thought yee that streame did flow in vaine That issued from his opend side Your soules were foule yet every staine By these pure drops were purified He was he freely prodigall To spend all 's blood for some when some might have sav'd all Harke harke what melody what choice Of sweetest Aires of charming sounds Heaven seemes all turn'd into a voice Heare what loud shreeking joy rebounds The very Windes now whistle joy And make Hosannas of the former crucifie The Ermine THe Ermine rather chose to die A Martyr of its purity Then that one uncouth soile should staine It 's hitherto preserved skin And thus resolv'd she thinkes it good To write her whitenesse in her blood But I had rather die then e're Continue from my foulenesse cleere Nay I suppose by that I live That onely doth destruction give Mad-man I am I turne mine Eye On every side but what doth lie Within I can no better finde Then if I ever had been blind Is this the reason thou dost claime Thy sole prerogative to frame Engines againe thy selfe O fly Thy selfe as greatest enemy And thinke thou sometimes life wilt get By a secure contemning it Jude 14.15 The Lord commeth with ten thousand of his Saints to execute judgement upon all I Heare and tremble Lord what shall I doe T' avoid thy anger whether shall I goe What shall I scale the Mountaines 'las they be Farre lesse then Atoms if compar'd with thee What shall I strive to get my selfe a Tombe Within the greedy Oceans swelling Wombe Shall I dive into Rockes where shall I flie The sure discovery of thy peircing Eye Alas I know not though with many a teare In Hell they mone thy absence thou art there Thou art on Earth and well observest all The actions acted on this massie Ball And when thou look'st on mine what can I say I dare not stand nor can I run away Thine eyes are pure and cannot looke upon And what else Lord am I Corruption Thou hatest sinnes and if thou once begin To cast me in the Scales I all am sinne Thou still continu'st one O Lord I range In various formes of crimes and love my change Lord thou that mad'st me bid'st I should present My Heart unto thee O see how 't is rent By various Monsters see how fastly held How stubornely they doe deny to yeild How shall I stand when that thou shalt be hurl'd On Cloudes in robes of fire to Judge the world Usher'd with golden Legions in thine Eye Carrying an all-enraged Majesty That shall the Earth into a Palsie stroke And make the Clouds sigh out themselves in smoake How can I stand yes Lord I may although Thou beest the Judge thou art a party too Thou sufferest for these faults for which thou shall Arraigne me Lord thou sufferest for them all They are not mine at all these wounds of thine That on thy glorious side so brightly shine Seal'd me a pardon in those wounds th' are hid And in that side of thine th' are buried Lord smile againe upon us which what grace Doth mercy sit enthroniz'd on thy face How did that scarlet sweat become thee when That sweat did wash away the filth of men How did those peevish thornes adorne thy brow Each thorne more richly then a Gem did glow Yet by those thornes Lord how thy love abounds Are we poore wormes made capable of Crownes Come so to Judgement Lord th' Apostles shall No more into their drowsy slumber fall But stand and hearken how the Judge shall say Come come my Lambes to Ioy come come away Gen. 24. ver. 63. Quò egressus Isaac ad meditandum in agro c. Juvenis beate magne tot Regum parens Faecunde tot patrum pater Tot Nationum origo tot vatum fides Tot Antesignane Heroum Sicne is in agros jam renidentes
Trace Alexanders Conquests o're the East Or stitch't into a web supply anew With annuary cloakes the wandring Jew So learnd an age we live in all are now Turn'd poets since their heads with fancyes glow 'Las Poets yes O beat me witnesse all Short-winded ballads or what ere may fall Within the verge of three half quarters say Produce we not more poems in a day By this account then waves on waves do break Or Countrey Justices false English speak Suppose dame Julia's Messet thinkes it meet To droop or hold up one of 'ts hinder feet What swarms of sonnets rise how every wit Capers on such an accident to fit Words to her faireships grief but if by fate Some long presumptuous sâ—â—â— do boldly grate Don Hugo's dublet ther 's a stirre as though Nile should his ancient limits overflow Or some curst Treason would blow up the state As sure as Gamesters use to lie too late But if some fortune cogge them into Love In what a fifteenth sphear then do they move Not the least tittle of a word is set That is not flanck't with a stout Epithet What rocks of Diamonds presently arise In the soft Quagmires of two squinting eyes How teeth Discolour'd and half rotten bee Transformed into Pearl or Ivory How every word 's changd to a finest note And Jndian gummes are planted in her throat Speak in good earnest are they not worse then boyes Of foure year old to dote on painted toyes Yet O how frequent most our Sages shake Off there old furres and needs will Laurels take That it will be no wonder to rehearse The crabdest of Geometry in verse Or from the dust of knotty Suarez see A strange production of some poetry But stay too lavish muse where run you stay Take head your tongue bite not your eares away Besides y' have other businesse and you might More fitly far with teares then gall endight Upon T. R. a very little man but excellently Learned MAkes Nature maps since that in thee Sh' has drawn an University Or strives she in so small a peece To summe the Arts and Sciences Once she writ onely Texthand when She scribled Giants and no men But now in her decrepit yeares She dashes Dwarfs in Characters And makes one single farthing bear The Creed Commandments and Lords-prayer Would she turn Art and imitate Monte-regio's flying gnat Would she the Golden Legend shut Within the Cloyster of a nut Or else a musket bullet rear Into a vast and mighty sphear Or pen an Eagle in the Caul Of a slender Nightingall Or shew she Pigmies can create Not too little but too great How comes it that she thus Converts So small a totum and great parts Strives she now to turn awry The quick scent of Philosophie How so little matter can So monstrous big a form contain What shall we call it would be known This Gyant and this Dwarf in one His age is blab'd by silver haires His limbs still cry out want of years So small a body in a Cage May choose a spatious Hermitage So great a Soul doth fret and fume At th' narrow world for want of room Strange Conjunction here is grown A Molehill and the Alpes in one In th' self same action we may call Nature both thrift and Prodigall A Sea Dialogue Palurus MY Antinetta though thou be More white then fome wherewith a wave Broke in his wrath besmears the sea Yet art thou harder then this cave Antinetta Though thou be fairer then the light Which doubting Pilots onely mind That they may steere there course aright Yet art thou lighter then the wind Palurus And shall I not be chang'd when thou Hast fraught Medorus with thy heart And as a-long the sands we go To gather shells do's take his part Antinetta What shall not I congeal to see Doris the Ballast of thine arms Which have so oft encompass'd me Now pinion'd by her faithlesse charms Palurus What if I henceforth shall disdain The golden tressed Doris love And Antinetta serve again And in that service constant prove Antinetta Though mighty Neptune cannot stand Before Medorus and thou be Restlesse as whirle-pool's false as sand Yet will I live and die with thee Palurus Nay live and lest one single death Should wrack thee take this life of mine Antinetta Thou but exchanged with that breath Thy Antinetta's soul for thine Chorus How powerfull 's love which like a flame That sever'd reunites more close Or like a broken limb in frame That ever after firmer grows Upon the Kings Great Porter SIr or great Grandsire whose Vast bulk may be A burying place for all your Pedegree Thou moving Colosse for whose goodly face The Rhyne can hardly make a Looking-glasse What piles of victualls had thou need to chew Ten Woods or Marrets throats were not enew Dwarf was he whose wifes bracelet fit his thumb It would not on thy little finger came If Jove in getting Hercules spent three Nights he might spend fifteen in getting thee What name or title suits thy greatnesse Thou Aldiboronifuscophonio When Gyants warr'd with Jove hadst thou been one Where others oaks thou wouldst have mountains thrown Wer'st thou but sick what help could ere be wrought Unlesse Physicians posted down thy throat Were thou to die and Xerxes living hee Would not pare Athos for to cover thee Were thou t' embalme the Surgeons needs must scale Thy body as when Labourers dig a whale Great Sir a people kneaded up in one Wee 'l weigh thee by Ship-burdens not by th' stone What tempests mightst thou raise what whirle-winds when Thou breaths thou great Leviathan of men Bend but thine eye a Countreyman would swear A Regiment of Spaniards quartered there Smooth but thy brow they ' l say there were a plain T' act York and Lancaster once o're again That pocket Pistoll of the Queens might be Thy pocket Pistoll sans Hyperbole Abstain from Garrisons since thou may eat The Turks or Mogulls titâ—â—â— at a bit Plant some new Land which ne're will empty be If she enjoy her Savages in thee Get from amongst us since we onely can Appear like skulls marcht o're by Tamberlane A Burning-glasse STrange Chimistry can dust and sand produce So pure a body and Diaphanous Strange kind of Courtship that the amorous Sun T' imbrace a Min'rall twists his rayes in one Talk of the heav'ns mockt by a sphear alas The Sun it self 's here in a piece of glasse Let Magnets drag base iron this alone Can to her icie bosome winne the Sun Witches may cheat us of his light a while But this can him even of himself beguile In Heaven he staggers to both Tropicks here He keeps fixt residence all times of th' year Here 's a perpetuall Solstice here he lies Not on a bed of water but of ice How well by this himself abridge he might Redeem the Scythians from their lingring night Well by this glassie proxey might he roule Beyond th' Ecliptick and warm either pole Had but Prometheus
what else would be But tedious Durance in Eternitie To Mr. Stanley after his return from France BEwitched Senses do you lie And cast some shadow o're mine eye Or do I noble Stanley see What! may I trust you is it he Confesse and yet be graduall Lest suddain joy so heavy fall Upon my soul and sink unto A deeper Agony of woe T is he t is he we are no more A barb'rous Nation he brought o're As much Humanity as may Well Civilize America More Learning then might Athens raise To Glory in her proudest dayes With reason might the boyling main Be calm and hoary Neptune chain Those winds that might disturbers be Whiles our Apollo was at sea And made her for all knowledge stand In competition with the land Had but the curteous Delphins heard One note of his they would have dar'd To quit the waters to enjoy In banishment such melody And had the Mimick Proteus known H' had left his ugly herd and grown A curious Siren to betray This Ulysses to some stay But juster fates denied nor would Another Land that Genius hold As could beyond all wonder hurld Fathom the Intellectuall world But whither runne I I intend To welcome onely not commend But that thy virtues render it No private but a Publick debt An Epicurean Ode SInce that this thing we call the world By chance on Atomes is begot Which though in dayly motions hurld Yet weary not How doth it prove Thou art so fair and I in Love Since that the soul doth onely lie Immers'd in matter chaind in sense How ran Romira thou and I With both dispence And thus ascend In higher flights then wings can lend Since man 's but pasted up of Earth And ne're was cradled in the skies What Terra Lemnia gave thee birth What Diamond eyes Or thou alone To tell what others were came down On M. W. the great eater SIr much good do 't ye were your table but Pie-crust or cheese you might your stomack shâ— After your slice of beef what dare you try Your force on an Ell-square of pudding-pie Perhaps 't may be a tast three such as you Unbreakfasted might sterve Seraglio When Hanniball scal'd th' Alpes hadst thou been there Thy beef had drunk up all his Vineger Well mightst thou be of guard to Henry th' eight Since thou canst like a pigeon eat thy weight Full wise was nature that would not bestow These Tusks of thine into a double row What womb could ere contain thee thou canst shut A pond or Aviary in a Gut Had not thy mother born thee toothlesse thou Hadst eaten Viper-like a passage through Had he that wish'd the Cranes long neck to eat Put in thy stomack too 't had been compleat Thou Noah's Ark dead sea thou Golgotha Monster beyond all them of Africa Beasts prey on beasts fisher to fishes fall Great birds feed on the lesser thou on all Hath there been no mistake why may 't not be When Curtius leap't the Gulf 't was into thee Now wee 'l believe that man of Chica could Make pills of arrows and the Boy that would Chew onely stones nor can we think it vain That Boranetho eat up th' neighbouring plain Poore Erisicthon that could onely feast On one poore Girle in severall dishes drest Thou hast devour'd as many sheep as may Cloath all the pasture in Arcadia Yet O how temperate that ne're goes on So farre as to approach repletion Thou breathing Cauldron whose digestive heat Might boyl the whole provision of the Fleet Say grace as long as meales and if thou please Break fast with Ilands and drink healths with seas The Antipathy A Pastorall Tetricezza SOoner the olive shall provoke To amorous clasp's this sturdy oke And doves in league with eagles be Ere I will glance a smile on thee Amelius Sooner yond dustish mulberry In her old white shall cloathed be And lizards with fierce asps combine Ere I will twist my soul with thine Tetricezza Yet art thou in my judgement farre Fairer then a rising starre And might deserve even Dian's love But shalt not Tetricezza move Amelius And thou art sweeter then the doun Of damast-roses yet unblown And Phoebus might thy bridegroom be Yet shalt thou never conquer me Tetricezza Why meet we then when either's mind Or com's compelled or stay 's behind Amelius Just as two boughs together tyed Let loose again do stand more wide Song DIstill not poyson in mine eares Aereall Sirens nor unty These sable fetters yonder sphears Dance to a silent Harmony Could I but follow where you lead Dis-robed of Earth and plum'd by Air Then I my Tenuous self might spread As quick as Fancie every-where But I le make sallies now and then Thus can my unconfined eye Take journey and return again Yet on her Christall couch still lie Home Travell VVHat need I travell since I may More choiser wonders here survay What need I Tire for purple seek When I may find it in a cheek Or sack the Eastern shores there lies More precious Diamonds in her eyes What need I dig Peru for Oare When every hair of her yields more Or toile for Gummes in India Since she can breath more rich then they Or ranfack Africk there will be On either hand more Ivory But look within all Vertues that Each nation would appropriate And with the glory of them rest Are in this map at large exprest That who would travell here might know The little world in Folio Upon Samuel Ward D. D. the Lady Margarets Professour in Cambridge WEre 't not piacular to weep for thee The world might put on mourning and yet be Below just grief stupendous Man who told By just endowments that she grew not old But thine own hands have rais'd a monument Farre greater then thy self which shall be spent When error conquers truth and time shall be No more but swallow'd by Eternitie But when shall sullen darknesse fly away And thine own â—ctâ—â—e Brownrigge give it day Or when shall ravish'd Europe understand How much she lost by thee and by it gaind How well thou guardedst truth how swift to close With whatsoever Champion durst oppose Bear witnesse Dort when Error could produce The strength of reason and Arminius How did he loose their knots how break their snares How meet their minings how pluck up their cares How did his calmer voice speake thunder how His soft affections holy fury growe That had but Hell and Tyrants any roome There wanted nothing of a Martyrdome But Providence said no and did consent That oyle of time should not be spilt but spent Nay as the greatest flame doth ever fly From failing Lamps should'st in most glory die And as the Phenix when she doth prepare To be her own both murderer and heire Makes richest spice her tombe and cradle be To quit and reassume mortality Even so thou Seraph spent thy minutes all In preparation for thy funerall And rais'd so great a pile death could aspire No greater honour