his mercie to implore Thou raging Tygre and fierce Mantichore Lend me your powres combind that I with cries May rend the Marble Mountaines and the Skies Lend you me sighes you Typhons of Terâ—ear Let â—eares like a Atlas â—rozen Haile distill Oh lend me words you seuen-fold ecchoes cleare Your plaints tormented Ghosts in Heclaes Hill That so my sighs teares plaints may blast and kill All smiling flowres and trees adorn'd with greene And like my selfe make Earth a mourner seeme Oh let me let me sprinkle the free Ayre With these my boundlesse woes But I am dumbe Imprison'd soules herein seeme happier My Reason hath to me deni'd a tongue For as too vehement obiects ouercome The senses so the Vnderstanding's lame To vtter things that doe transcend the same Hence therefore let me flie with Swallowes wings To b Tessets barren Desarts where no Wight No saluage beast frequents or creeping things Or to Condorian Caues where sixe moneths night May make me hate th' unwelcome entring light And flie back to my Caue againe to find A constant darknesse suting mine owne mind There will I build mine euerlasting Cell Obliuion and my selfe will liue together If in an Age some aske who there doth dwell My selfe will through the wall or doore deliuer Some feined Names and send them thence else-whither That cruell men which for their dearest friends Thus dig the graues may not my peace offend Here Silence and my selfe will hug each other And if we walke on soft Mosse will we tread Here Contemplation shall be my sworne Brother And Sorrow where we friends this theame will reade That tho teares doe not profit those are dead Yet if for true friends teares be ere well spent T is when false friends betray friends innocent a Such was that of Cizicum and that of the Gallerie at Olympia which from thence hadâ—â— appellation Heptaphonon Plin. lib. 36. cap. 15. b Tesset is a little Towne in Africk in 〈◊〉 Desart distant from the neerest habitation threâ— hundred miles Leo. A short elegiack Verse written vpâ—on the vnfortunate Deaths of the thrice worthie Gentlemen the Sheffeilds drownd in Humber OH where am I I thought I earst had died I was so frozen vp and stupified With Artick darknesse and Condorian cold Which these late moneths lifes faculties did hold Imprisond in the center of my heart Sure slaine I was I felt so little smart At the chill newes of Humbers fatall deed My tongue to moue mine eyes forgat to bleed For water cannot expiate what water did When Vertues Children lie vnburied Shall I be then lesse sensible lesse kind Then Mecchaes Pilgrims which themselues doe blind And rather doe for custome sacrifice At marble shrines then pious loue their eies No I will weepe and weepe and weepe againe Till in my conduits humours none remaine To giue my Fountaines liquid supplement And when those pipes and hollow caues are spent Mine Aire in them condenst likewise shall be And transmigrate to moysture presently From whence I may deriue a fresh supplie Euen whilest I liue to weepe and weeping die For them whose worthes and fatall chance excell The powre of Time in both to paralell A Funerall Canzonet vpon the vntimely death of an Honourable Ladie vnder the name of Stella STreame teares and in your waterie language lee My passion speake the sorrowes of my mind Since words want weight and tongues in vaine are see To vtter woes that haue not bounds assign'd Since Stella's dead so noble faire and kind That no tongue truly can her losse expresse Then mine be mute speake eyes my heauinesse But Stella's dead and I in vaine doe striue To limit water or confine the aire My words will perish that I would repriue And griefe hath dried the springs whence teares repaire So hard to forme I find our passions are That what my Reason most incites me to I blindfold seeke but quite contrary goe For Winters Frosts or Summers Heate haue dried My teares and put this tempest in my tongue When reason rather of the two had tried Teares to haue tenderd then this Dirge to haue sung For Stella's death so Noble Faire and Young On my soules anuile such crosse passions breake That my tongue weepes whilest these mine eyeâ— should speake TIme I euer must complaine Of thy craft and cruell cunning Seeming fixt here to remaine When thy feete are euer running And thy plumes Still resumes Courses new repose most shunning Like calme winds thou passest by vs Lin'd with feathers are thy feete Thy dowrie wings with silence flie vs Like the shadowes of the night Or the streame That no beame Of sharpest eye discernes to fleet Therefore Mortalls all deluded By thy graue and wrinckled face In their iudgements haue concluded That thy slow and snaile-like pace Still doth bend To no end But to an eternall race Budding Youths vaine blooming wit Thinks the Spring shall euer last And the gaudie flowres that sit On Flora's brow shall neuer tastâ— Winters scorne Nor forlorne Bend their heads with chilling blast Riper age expects to haue Haruests of his proper toyle Times to giue and to receiue Seedes and Fruits from fertile soyle But at length Doth his strength Youth and Beautie all recoyle Cold December hope reteâ—nes That the Spring each thing reuiuing Shall through-out his aged Veynes Powre fresh Youth past ioyes repriuing But thy Sithe Ends his strise And to Lethe sends him driuing To Earth EArth thou art a barren Field Of delight and true contenting All the pleasures thou do'st yeeld Giue but cause of sad lamenting Where Desires Are the fires Still our soules tormenting Riches Honour Dignitie Are the high way to misfortune Greatnesse is a lethargie That to death can soone transport one To be faire Causeth care Gifts chaâ—te thoughts importunâ— To be wittie quick of tongue Sorrow to themselues returneth To be Healthfull Young and Strong Feeds the flames where passion burneth Yet doe Men Couet them More then what adorneth To haue Friends and Louers kind That vs round enuiron Wife and Children tho we find These be robes that best attire one Yet their losse Is a crosse Melting hearts of Iron To be perfect here and wise Is to know our indiscretions And our goodnes chiefely lies In obseruing our transgressions For we dwell As in Hell Thrall to bad impressions Then alas why long we so With lou'd Sorrow still to languish Iâ— there ought on earth but woe Aye renewing cares and anguish Where new feares Still appeares Darts at vs to brandish To Death THen Dâ—ath why shouldst thou dreaded be And shund as some great miserie That cur'st ouâ— woes and strife Onely because we 're ill resolued And in darke errours clouds enuolued Thinke Death the end of life Which most vntrue Each place we view Giues testimonies rife The Flowers that we behold each yeare In checquered Meades their heads to reare New rising from their Tombe The Eglantines and Honie-Daisies And all those pritty smiling faces That still in age grow young Euen these doe crie That tho men die Yet life from death may come The towring Cedars tall and strong On Taurus and mount Libanon In time they all decay Yet from their old and wasted rooâ—es At length againe grow vp young Shootes That are as fresh and gay Then why should we Thus feare to die Whose death brings life for aye The seed that in the Earth we throw Doth putrifie before it grow Corrupting in his Vrne But at the Spring it flourisheth Whom Phâ—ebus â—nly cherisheth With life at his returne Doth Times Sunne this Then sure it is Times Lord can more perfâ—rme To Time STay wrinckled Time and slack thy winged haste Which from our Zenith doth so fast decline In Westerne waues Lethe thy selfe to â—aste Stay and at length regard this plaint of mine Thy one daies course is many thousand yeares And I in vaine pursue thee all my time Whilest thy declining haste more swift appeareâ— And thine owne weight precipitates thee to My feeble leggs their burthen hardly beares Whilest I pursue to catch thy harrie brow But thou like frâ—ward Age still writhest away And to my good endeauours wilt not bow Yet know I come not now to beg delay For any debt of mine or borrowed summe Nor to repriue my life for some short day Old Time it is for none of these I come But euen to vent my griefes that thou to me To pinching art so prodigall to some The Vsurer a hundred yeares can see To cram his chests with theft and poore mens spoile The Baude stored with all sorts of villanie And sinnes that Hell and blacknesse selfe would soile Liues till her bodie be an Hospitall Of strange Diseases mischiefes perfect foile The P. and the P. that are most Fed by the peoples sinnes and also feede Those mischiefes whereby many a man is lost Which be old Time thy worst disease indeed These doe not want to doe amisse wants none But Time to him that would doe well's denide Thou giu'st the greedie Worldling time to runne In quest of profit to the frozen Climes Then to the burning Line and thirsting Sunne To Ganges the Mollucaes Phillippines Tho more then men he Nature cozen will That heate and cold for bounds to him assignes Thou lend'st the Drunkard time his Cups to spill Th' art to the Sluggard too indulgent kind Thou giu'st the Murtherer time to kill The Thiefe and Lustfull man their prey to find But those that to imploy thee well are bent Too little or iust none haue they assign'd Ten yeares the guiltie Lawes haue from me puld My Wants and Cares as much Sicknes the rest My best houres but from Wants and Cares are culd Oh Time must he haue least that spends thee best Oh Time giue me a Time my selfe t'applie To Vertue and to Knowledge or to die FINIS Errata Page 30. line 13. reade d Hyena's l. 14. r. e Screech Owles l. 15. r. f Torpedoes l. 17. r. g Th' other l. 20 r. h Hels l. 21. i Scyros p. 40. l. 20. r. Candie p. 43. l. 20. â— Vacâ—um sex rationibus in parte moâ—us l. 24. r. 〈◊〉 daretur p. 46. l. 4. r. sees noâ— God p. 87. l. 6. r. i Nam sulphur l. 9. r. k This is l. 13. put out k
great varietie that the vnderstanding of Man cannot vtter it 40 XXI No place emptie and vnfurnisht of Creatures for Mans behoofe but all full without scarcetie or scant that man for this fulnes and bountie of externall things might returne a proportionate fulnesse in his affections towards God 42 XXII But Man returnes his Maker nothing but Ingratitude 44 XXIII Mans Ingratitude that peruerts the verie benefits themselues to bee instruments of displeasing him that gaue them still presuming that because he sees not God therefore God sees not him 46 XXIIII Gods Omniscience from whose all-piercing eye nothing lies hidden 47 XXV Gods Patience of which Man hath euer a peruerse consideration abusing this as hee doth all therest to his owne vndoing 49 XXVI The great goodnesse and clemency of Almightie God that stayes and expects our repentance so long since the Scripture testifies of him that he is a consuming fire 51 XXVII That the Pagans for tempor all benefits of Heate and Light worshipt the Sunne and Fire 53 XXVIII Yet the darknesse of meere naturall mens minds is such that they cannot see the true light indeed God which giues all things their light and is himself the light of Wisdome and the warmth of Charitie 54 XXIX Gods Wisdome 56 XXX His Powre 60 XXXI Man by his sinfull condition the Wretchedst and the worst of all creatures 64 XXXII Faire without foule within 66 XXXIII We praise substances but pursue shaddowes 69 XXXIIII We follow gaine not goodnesse 71 XXXV We dote on earthly pleasures and seeke happines in them which notwithstanding are but shadowes of those true ioyes that are aboue 74 XXXVI And all earthly torments and miseries no more but shadowes of those that remaine for the damned in Hell 78 XXXVII A comparison betwixt the great and little world 82 XXXVIII Aâ— Elegie vpon the death of the incomparable Prince Henrie 88 XXXIX An Elegie vpon Mast. Candish 90 XL. Teares for Sir Tho. O. DIVINE MEDITATIONS CHAP. I. The shortnesse of mans life in respect of other creatures yet how prodigall man is of time esteeming it farre more basely then any other thing notwithstanding the necessitie of bestowing it well since our eternall miserie or happinesse depends thereon Viue memor quam sis aeui breuis Horat. lib. 2. Sat. 6. Singula de nobis anni predantur euntes Idem Labimur saeuo rapienti fato Ducitur semper noua pompa morti Seneca in Oedip. HOw short's mans life compar'd with other liues The Elephant two hundred yeares suruiues His time so doth the long liu'd Hart And nature to the Rauen doth impart Three liues of Harts and Elephants altho The Hamadryad Nymphes thrice hers outgo The longest date that most men here attayne Is eighty yeares stretcht out with griefe and payne And yet of this how â—â—all a 〈◊〉 we liue Sleepe châ—llenges 〈◊〉 to him to giue And youthfull dayes of 〈…〉 A thirâ— of what 〈…〉 gayne No little sâ—are and doâ—age all the rest So of our dayes our â—oâ—s possâ—â—â—e the best And we our selues â— enâ—oy a share most small Nothing yet of that nothing prodigall There are not many that doe freely lend Their vtensâ—les and rayments to their friend Because they know â—ime all things wasts and weares Yet doe we â—end our seluâ—s for many years With small â—â—â—eatie One perswades to day To hawke and huâ—â— Tomorrow he toth ' play This friend to 's maâ—â—iage earnestly enuites That to solemnize his dead parents â—tes Another crew they tempt vs to pertake In quarrels where our whole times at the stake A thousand pull vs into game and wine Thus doe we lend and giue our pretious time Time in whose vse eternall ioyes doe dwell Or woes for things most base we giue and â—ell How much doe we bestow in fruitlesse vice In seasts in fashions curiosities In beastly lusts nocturnall â—oule desires How much to feed our passions flaming fires How much in trimâ—ning vp the head and face In singing dancing gaming and things base In fruitlesse studies fraught with toyes and lies Fabulous storiâ—s impertinencies Which times so spent we cannot say that we Do liue but that we sleepe or dreaming be How many childlesse men each where appeares Who hauing spent their youth and best of yeares In quest of gayne and gold so much accurst That also loose their latest times and worst In griefe of heart in anguish and in payne In broken sleepes in sweat and trauels vaine Onely to settle their ill gotten pelfes Where it might noâ— be lost yet loose themselues This body takes vp â—ll our time and care How many spend whole yeares heere to prepare Euen for themselues their marble monuments Which in their whole age shewde no prouidence Nor forecast for the soule Alas we see Nothing but what is obuious to the eye Our vnderstanding partes in sence are drownd How many be that for gaine circle rownde The whole worlds frame and come home fraught with yeres As well as wealth to whom no time appeares Fruitfull themseâ—ues to compaâ—le and to gayne Who can account th' innumerable traine Of those that giue their time to others vse That goe or sit or sleepe when others chuse And eaâ—e still at anothers appetite That by commaund doe either lo the or lyke How many that giue vp their times and lifes Still to be conversan in endlesse strifes In following or directing the affayres And suites of other men Which neuer cares For that expense of time that brings them coyne They sweare accuse defend bribe and puâ—loyne Like Salamanders liuing in the fire Of other mens contentions Yet desire Nothing so much as time which still they leese And fondlie sell to others businesses We lauish time as if it had no end No man will share his money with his friend But time with euery one we throw away We loose each present time and fay rest day For good occaâ—ioâ—s and dispose of houres Both dayes and â—eeres which often proue not ours What darke cloudes ouershade the minds of men How crosse affections are assign'd to them When olde age comes and death to claime his due How young they be to learne to dyâ— how new And time that was still vendible beâ—ore They then cry out us to be bought no more We neuer know tiâ—e spends till tiâ—e be gone Then we would giue plate goldâ— possession To the Phiâ—â—tion but for some few houres We wring his 〈◊〉 Such is this wit of ours The time that Nature giues vs is not small We make it little Spending vainely all We liue not to our selues Those onely liue That doe themselues to contemplation giue To vertuous actions Practise and endeuour To liue well so to die wel and liue euer * Nymphae Hamadriades quoruÌ„ longissima vitae est Ausonius CHAP. II. That mans hart the seat of the affections is as a tenant for tearme of life demised and set ouer to the gouernement of Reason by which it ought to be tilled and cultiuate so that in stead
Port and place of stay And Honesty and Vertue there 's her fraight Where if she lade bright Bethlems Starre both day And night shall guide â—er course from dangers straight Vnto the Port of â—oy to liue with him In his Caelestiall Ierusalem CHAP. XII The benefit of Constancie for those that must saile through these dangerous Seas NOw you that in this worlds wide sea doe saile Still trusting that faire wind and happie tide Calme weather and smooth sea shall neuer faile But friend you still you reckon mainely wide The waues of this our constant seeming Ocean Are most vnconstant rowl'd with restlesse motion One while a swelling surge beares vs on high As if to Heauen-ward it would make our way And that past by another instantly Seemes in the lowest center vs to lay Still are we tost and feare but nothing armes Vs sauing constancie from these their harmes For tho the stormes encrease and weather thick Tho seas and winds seeme rebels to their Lord Yet Constancie will to her tackling stick When desperate men amaz'd leape ouer-board And fearing one doe into two deaths run But Constancy will keepe her cargazon Some minds are but with earthly obiects fed But perfect soules doe flie a higher pitch In deepest waues they beare aloft their head While many a worldling drownes in euery ditch Tho prest by wants and enuies waues oft-times Halfe swallowed yet are such minds rich as Mines For these liue euer those exhausted be Or lost by death but these all times suruiue While carrion wits which onely at dung flie When Fortune frownes euen a Lotos like they diâ—e In the cold frozen streames of sad dispare And till she shine againe they buried are But Constancie with no false feares can welt No sad Dispaire can lodge within her mind Nor is she like those leaden soules that melt When to the fires of triall they 're assign'd For she reflects all sorrowes and to death At last giues thanks for taking of her breath a The Lotos of Euphrates is one of the Solisequij in the morning when the Sunne rises she puts vp her head aboue the water as it were to look vpon the face of her Louer and to congratulate his returne and still more and more aduancing her head till the Sunne come to the Meridian and then as he begins to decline it declines and at his setting puts her head vnder water and so discending still lower and lower till midnight at which time the Watermen can hardly find it with their longest poles and crookes Pliny CHAP. XIII A further expression of the incessant troubles and sorrowes to which men are subiect in this life and especially those men that meane best with the benefit of Patience BVt should we now on fate or our selues plaine Since euery thing hath limit saue mans woe Time doth the winter spring day night conteinâ— In bounds Stormes blow not still Seas sometime flow As well as ebb But vnto some men fall Saue Winters Darknes Ebbs Stormes nought at all Time giues the busie Bee a time to rest The Halcyon hauing built her house lies Inn. The warie Ant in winter keepes her neast The silly Silkeworme doth not eueâ— pinn The easefull Horse knowes night and painefull Oxe Is then but seldome forcâ—â— to beare the yoaks Th'Obdorians die but once a yeare with frost The Ceremissi haue not euer night The sunne-burnt Negroes doe not alwaies roast In Phaebus Kitchin nor the Hungars fight The Tiuitiuas and th' Egyptians Beare Their Vtensyles to trees but once a yeare Amongst the scalie creatures is but one That neuer rests the Dolphin musicks louer Of beasts except the slaues poore Asse there 's none Onely of birds Moluccacs plumy rouer And of men those that best themselues maintaine For God and vertue these no peace here gaine The numbers of their tribulations farre exceed The numbers of the busie swarmes that dwell In the Sarmatian Woods or spawnes that breed In Neptunes mansions or the Oceans shells The number of their sorrowes doth surmount Th'Atlantique sands or thoughts most swift account These men resemble Forts beleagured strait Without with fresh assaults and batteries prest Within by traytors whom the foes faire bait Tempt still to yeeld to gaine a seeming rest From Sorrowes rage which those men onely harmes That fight but haue not Patience for their armes CHAP. XIIII Description of Sorrow FOr Sorrow like a tyrant fierce and keene Destroyes all that this heauenly patience misse For euery day she sifts them with fresh teene And plowes them vp with her new miseries And weares them as the wheele the yeelding clay Except they paue with patience euery day Me thinks I gladly would to Sorrow frame A face and giue it such a shape and forme As once it had that to my fansie came In darksome night when sleepe was from me torne By boyling cares that banisht from my brest Repose and left my minds sick thoughts distrest Me thought she was a woman lanke and bare But yet composde of bones and sinewes strong Her hands and feet like Harpies arm'd they were Two sable wings vpon her shoulders hung Her brest was glasse halfe cleare and halfe obscure That shewed her heart this formes false and impure A Chaplet boare she on her head forlorne Of Oke growne a Iuie and of Cypresse bough Wouen with the shaper twigs of the Black-thorne To stay her dangling tresses white as snow The Mantle that she woare was wrought of Skins Of b Sallamanders and of c Reremyâ—e wings Her eyes like toth ' e Hyena's eyes appeares Her voice to f Screech owles and to Mandrakes-like And of g Torpedoes skinne a whip she beares In hand wherewith what folke so ere she strike Turne either Gold or Iron h Th' other hand A Deadly Mace of Iron doth command Some of a hill in Iseland Hecla tell i Hels mouth for strang fires lost soules plaints famd Their in a caue of k Scyros stone 's her Cell When shee 's at home Her Porter Losse is nam'd Her page Desertion is Dissease her seede Clamour Torpour Blood her drinke Harts her feed I am dolor in moreâ—â— venit meus vtque caducis Percussu crebro saxa cauantur aquis Sie ego continuo fortunae vulneror ictu Vix quâ— habet in nobis iam noua plaga locum Neâ— magis assiduâ— vomer tenuatur ab vsu Nec magis est curuis Appia trita rotis Pectora quam mea sunt serie calcata Malorum Ouid. Now Sorrow to a habit 's turn'd in me For as the stones by often drops are cleft So by th' incessant strokes of Fortune I Am wounded and no place in me is left For newer wounds The Plough-shares not more worne With daily vâ—e nor th'Appian way more torne With wheeles then my brest with this tract of ills a Sorrow adornes her selfe with those things that signifie destruction mixt with thorny cares that euer keepe her waking b And like the Sallamanders that extinguish fire with the
light Vnto the prayers of the faithfull wight And makes the Sunne stand still ore Gabaon And Moone against the Vaile of Ayalon At his voyce both the Winds and Seas doe turne From course and nature Fire forbeares to burne The Tygers and the Lions that deuoure All things at th'becke of this transcendent powre Turne tame and gentle The great King of Deepes That euery thing to 's hungry Shambles sweepes When this Powre list must their his Prophet saue The cruell Tyrant that delights to haue His bloody will when God in power commands Puts vp his sword and lends his helping hands The wretched Powres infernall whose curst will Swifter then lightning moue to doe man ill Are yet preuented by the swifter speed Of this Powre who is ready still at need To helpe the faithfull But this Powre most cleare And infinitely powrefull doth appeare In the production of his creatures all For what 's of greater wonder then the small And slender seeds that mightie things produce No man whose vnderstanding's most obtuse Can chuse but wonder how the bole and high Towre topping branches of the Oke should lie Within the little Akornes seed contain'd Those engins wherewith Neptunes force is tam'd I st not as strange that watry substance thin And flewent should be matter to begin The timber-buildings of the mightie Whale The monstrous â— Rhoyder and the poisenous â—ahal Or that the offices of life in Bees And Ants is as accomplisht as in these These haue their stomack liuer heart and gall Their instruments of sence and motion all The parts of generation as compleat As haue those massie buildings huge and great Whose mightie beames and transome few behold Without amazement If it should be told To some that knew it not would they not smile To thinke the bullet-scorning c Crokodile Whose iron sides doe engins force repell Should bring those anuils from the tender shell Of a small egge This Powre no lesse we see In contemplating that varietie Of seuerall formes in earth in sea and aire Of which the cunningst Artists not declare The smaller part of what vnknowne they leaue How various are the seuerall shapes they haue How various is their food and preseruation Their waies of breed and generation Quantities qualities their voyces soundes Their benefits that vnto man redounds This is a Sea which Reason clogd with sence Cannot swim ouer but this power immense Is fairest written in the Heauens aboue With what incessant swiftnes doe they moue Yet measured and obseruing still that time Which first they did before they ere had seene Mans guiltines and if God pleased might be Continued so to all eternitie Bâ—t in how short a moment is the cleare Sunnes light transfused throughout the Hemyspheare To this the lightning's flow and the swift wind And th' ayrie wings to phansies powres assiâ—â—d Nothing 's more strange conterâ—d in Naâ—uâ—â—s store Noâ— that the Deitie resembles more How highly in this Creature are we blest The Sunne that life preserues in man and beast Who by attenuation doth forth call The blew Mists from their Mother Thetis Hall To th'ayres cold region who comprest by th'skie And their lapps fild with young fertilitie Returne thence and bring fruit forth on the ground Before they see their Mother the profound But angry boyling Goddesse of the deepes Whose rage not long at home her Daughters keepes Ere Pilgrims new they turne to clense their staines Within the concaues of Earths secret veynes And for this good washing her dustie face Leaue many a stowrie Meadow as they trace The winding Vallies to returne againe Vnto their Mothers lap from whence they came But Heauens tralucent clearenesse in so wide Extended bodies arguing beside Their Adamantine hardnesse since no losse Of substance doth their speedie motions crosse Nor dissipation This doth well declare His power by whom they fram'd and gouernd are But what speakes more his powre then this he fram'd Both Heauen and Earth and all things there contain'd Of nothing all without precedent stuffe To build on for his owne word was enough The cunning Painter many yeares will stick Vpon some one rare piece and errors pricke Expunge and race before the worke be done A thousand times to giue perfection Onely to shadowes But th'Creator made â—heir substances of nothing and arraide Them all with true perfection with a word His onely Word their essence did afford God did command the Heauens and Earth to be And they were made With like facillitie The Angels â—unne and Moone that guides the night Plants Beasts and Men this Word prodeust to light And as one Word did all this All creaâ—e So must one Word all this All dissipate Tho man thus dissipated in despight Of Death and Hell and of corruptions might In spight of Time and Tyrants that disseuer Our members must vnited be together From thence before the mightie Iudge to goe That giues the doomes of endlesse ioyes or woe a The Rhoyder is a Fish in the Iland Seas one hunderd and thirtie ells long much larger then the largest kind of Whales their flesh good to eate and medicinable The Nahall is fortie ells long and deadly poyson yet he hath a horne in his forehead which is sold sometime in stead of the sea Vnicornes b Crocodilus fluuiatilis oua 60. quam plurimum parit viuit que diu maximumque animal minima hac origins euadit ouum enim non maius quam anseris foetus inde exclusus proportione est attamen crescit ad quindecem cubita Arist Hist. de aâ—â— lib. 5. cap. 33. CHAP. XXXI Man by reason of his sinfull condition the wretchedst and the worst of all creatures OH God how small a thing Is man compared to thee The Heauens all couering To thine immensitie Doe but a center seeme And earth where we remaine A center we esteeme Compard with heauens wide frame But man compard with this Doth seeme a thing more scant Where magnitude none is There must dimensions want Thus man with earth compard As nothing doth appeare And Earth with Heau'n declard As if it nothing were But th' Heauens Oh God to thee Are least of all in sight For lesse then nothing be Finites to Infinite Nothing of nothing's now How bâ—ld are we that dare Such minds Gigantiue show With Heauen to bandy warre The Lions are more stout The Elephants more strong The arm'd Rhynoceret Much more secure from wrong The Crocodiles for warre And Tortoyse fitter be The Congian a Zibraes are And b Dante 's more swift then we The Whales are larger syzed Th' Apodes lesse desire The Vnâ—cornes more prized Piâ—austa safe from fire The Okes liue longer farre The Caâ—dars be more tall The Lillies whiter are The Roses sweeter all Man is the weakest still The wretchedst and the worst Hath least meanes to doe ill Yet then the rest more curst For they to Natures Law Are subiect and confind But nothing keepes in awe His bad vnstable mind The Tyger's not so keene So
Arist. de an 3. h Vniuersus mundus ex sua tota materia constat materia namque ipsius naturale est at que sensibile corpus Arist. l. 1. c. de Coelo * Preter quatuor primaros humâ—res in sanguine venis contentos tres alios humores ostendunt medici inter quos oleoginosum hunc ponunt humorem sedem natiui caloris et vehiculum vitae Fernelius de spiritu innato calido cap. 6. namsulphur quicunque metallorum naturas perserutantur terrae adipem vel oleum appellant Ibid. cap. 3. i This is true of the inner Mediterrane Sea which neither ebbs nor flowes but not so of the vpper Terrane calld the Gulph of Venice which doth ebbe and flowe Acosta Hist. Indies lib. 3. cap. 14. k Stellarum errantium forsan ducatû in microcosmo desideras En Lunam Cerebrum Mercurium Lingua facies Venerem genitalia Solem cor Iouem epar Martem vesica fellis Saturnum Lien tibi perpulchre referunt Quin imo si modo fas vela pandere nauimque altius in simplicia mixta corpora in quae mundum Parapatetici partiuntur immittere ea quoque in microcosmo adumbrata â—uadantenus esse haud facile quis negatum iuerit cum spiritus humani corporis coelum quintam illam essentiam quatuor vero humores bilis ignem sanguis aerem pituita aquam terram atrabilis exprimant Knobloche institut Anatom XXXVIII An Elegie vpon the Death of the most Illustrious Prince HENRIE I Doe not grieue when some vnwholsome aire Mildewes rich fields nor when the clusters faire Of Claret â—ot through too abundant shovers I grieue not when some gay vasauory Flowers Are nipt and withered by ta'vntimely Frost Onely herein my patience suffers most When the sweet Haruest and expected gaine Of Vertues Vintage ere full ripe is slaine When Time the Wheat with cruell sythe cuts downe But leaues such vulgar weeds as we vnmowne Darnell and Vetches When these â—â—ortall lights Extinguisht be should guide our dimmer sights Then then I weepe and wish the warry clouds Would furnish me with reares to weepe whole flouds Then wish I BOREAS whose killing breath is ne'er perfum'd with sweets of Indian Earth To lend me sighs I wish the Culuers groanes The Pellicans shrill shrikes to expresse my moanes I wish my selâ—e those 〈◊〉 wings To search the glorious Courts of th'Fasterne Kings And a strong Partent seaâ—'d from powerfull IOVE Freely to take all that my thoughts approue First would I then in Indian Forrests â—lit The weeping Plant with Iuorie Knife to get Such pretious liquor vncorrupted cleare As might enbalme herâ—â—â—ck â—enrie here Then would I next to Tauris Gardens pierce For rarest flowers to strew vpon his Hearse Th' Indies should yeeld vs Diamonds China Gold Peâ—â—e the Siluer that her lap doth hold Sylon and Ormus all their Pearle should send The Congian Slaues from secret Caues should rend The Chyan Marble white Cassidonie Greene Lacedemon and red Porpherie The pure white Marble got in Palestine And rare Numidian spotted Serpentine Tuskane should yeeld me then some Architect Whose artfull wit should first these Stones dissect With Sand and toothlesse Saw and then engraue What stories there you memoriz'd would haue Which worke let mine imagination frame So large that the whole Earth might seeme to th'same A fitting Basis whence a lofue Spire Through the triple aiâ—e Regions and much higher Should penetrate so should the whole Earth be His tombe and the faire◠〈◊〉 his Canopie This Piramed a Pharos ferâ—ing right For to direct the storme-lost wandring VVight To saferie for since Fate did's life designe A patterne vnto this Cimmerian time To imitate tho ATROPOS accurst His Clew but new begun in sunder burst Yet that small piece in tables SMARAGDINE I would preserue for light therein to shine From these our Labyrinthian waies vneuen To guide vs iust that way he went to Heauen XXXIX MOrtalls lament for Nature now and Fate Seeme at great odds and both with mutuall hate To crosse each other Else why is it still If ought be faire or good by Natures will Fate cuts it off Your Peach with much adoe Escapes the Frost yet liues the bitter Sloe In spite of Winter Wheate and other Graine These oft are blasted Weeds are seldome slaine A thousand mischiefes and diseases tend The towring Falkon soone to worke her end When Puttocks last and Crowes liue many a yeare Th' Arabian Courâ—er prized so high and deare He 's melted in one day perhaps and dies But th' wretched Asse suruiues all miseries Strokes endlesse toile and faâ—â—ine And we sâ—e The like in men If Natâ—â—â—â—ounteous be Once in an Age and striuâ—â— to make one blest With her rich fauours him before the rest Fate soonest aimes at Let me instance take That Royall hope whom Nature stroue to make The very modell of Perfection How soone Fate cut him off And now is gone O word scarce to be nam'd with fewer teares CANDISHE the Noble Vertuous tho in yeares Younger then ADON yet like NESTOR wise Though greene in blooming youth ripe in aduice Whom Nature as a Cabinet did frame Therein to stow all things that Mortals name Rich faire or good which Death by Fates decree â—â—th broken vp and now quite robd we be Of treasure had enricht this barren time And reduc't plenty Fate these workes of thiâ—â— Are much too deepe for dim eyes to discerne For though some ignorant perchance would terme This Ciuill warre yet farre be such offence From vs to thinke the diuine prouidence Which leades these second causes euer may Be selfe diuided But this right we say That as these mortall Gods on earth doe vse All things or rich or faire themselues to chuse Thinking th' inferiour sort vnworthy such So seeme the Heauens herein to doe as much If Mines of Marle or Coale or such like stuffe Be found the Soueraignes thinke it good enough For the meane people But if Gold or Plate That 's for themselues Wherein they imitate The Heauens so that indeed there seemes to be In their designes a kind of simpathie Both choose vnto themselues what good they deeme Tho men mistaken oft-times most esteeme That which most harmes them But the Heauens which know The natures all of things they frame below With cunning hand in this faire Garden gather Each beautious flower leauing the weedes to wither By time and courses fit for them ordain'd Since these likewise for hidden ends were fram'd Iohn Hagthorppe XL. Teares for Sir THO. O. YOu Culuers of the VVood lend me your grones You Mandrakes shrikeâ— and mournefull Pellicanes You mid-night Birds lend me your dismall tones And all that wrongfull villanie complaines Oh lend me lend me all the dying straines You Snow-white Swans which on Meander swim Doe at your deaths in funerall Dirgessing You Elephants caught in the Peguan Toyle You Nubian Lions that the naked Moore Or wilde Arabian for your ancient spoile Compells in vaine