That with a reed holds up his â—eâ—ling limbs Sisyphus That rolls in vain The stone which rolled up falls down again Sleepe The peace of minds from whose abodes Care ever flies restoring the decay Of toyle-tyr'd limbes to labour burthening day The sâ—iken fumes â—hat do the sences bind The rescue from all cares In soft slumbers binding every sence Pains â—asiest salve which doth fulfil Aâ—l offices of death except to kill The drowsie publican Robbing a man of half that litle span Nature hath lent his life Sergeant of the night Whose charge it is those breaches to repaire Which nature takes from sorrow toyle and care Rest to the limbes and quiet she confers To troubled minds She which of fumes and humid vapours made Ascending doth the seat of sence invade That steeps The weary temples in the dew of sleepe Thou charme to all our cares that art Of humane life the better part Wing'd issue of a peacefull mother Of rigid death the elder brother Father of dreams of life the port Daies sweet repose and nights consort To kings and vaslals equal free The labour tyr'd refresht by thee Who man whom death doth terrifie Inuâ—'st continually to die Astraeas drowsie son Deaths leiger-embassadour drowsie brother The sleepy counterfeit of death That shorter death The king of rest Arrester of the sence Morpheus bayliffe The ape of death Drowsie image of cold death Natures opium Care charmer sleepe son of the sable night Brother to death in silent darknesse bornâ— Whom night breeds in her gloomy wombe Now borne with ease and silence feeds That strikes all with her horny wand Glad in cotton shod in wooll Rubbing his eyes with poppy and doth presse The yellow night shade and blew gladiols juyce Wherewith his sleep-swoâ—l'n heavy eyes he glewes Drawn by dull bears within a noyselesse coach The sweet refresher of the wearied sence As quiet as the dead of night The respit of the vitall spirits The certain knot of peace The baiting place of wit the balme of woâ— The poor mans wealth the prisoners release Th'â—ndifferent judge between the high and low Soft nuâ—se of nature Dull God that on the high and giddy mast Seales up the the ship-boyes eyes and rocks his brain In cradle of the rude imperious surge He that knits up the ravell'd sleave of â—are The death of each dayes life Sore labours bath Balme of hurt minds Great natures second course Chief nourisher in lifes feast Peacefull sleepe All care and anguish doth in Lethe steepe When sleep his poppy on the temples shâ—ds The humble God that dwells In cottages and smoaky cells Hates gilded roofes and beds of doune And though he fears no princes frowne Flies from the circle of a crowne The powerfull God That his leaden charming rod Dipt in the Lethean lake Over wakefull temples shakes Great son of night within an ebon cell Where softest slumbers do delight to dwell Binding the scattered sence with silver wand Amid whose ebon cave a downy bed High mounted stands with sable coverings spread Where lies the lazie God dissolv'd in rest Fantastick dreams which various formes exprest About him lay v. Sand. Ovid Met. lib. 11. p. 382. To sleepe Now Morpheus leâ—den key lockt up the sence Morpheus the drowsie sergeant of the night Laid on his eyes his sable mace Sleepe bathes himself within her eyes More proud than Phaebus of his throne of gold Is the soft God those softer limbes to hold Nor would exchange wâ—th Jove to hide the skie In darkening clouds the power to close her eye Tâ—e God of sleepe Whiskes a wet branch of soporiferous dew Whose stigiâ—n strength he ore his eye browes threw Which soon his rolling eyes with sleepe ore-laid The leaden God sits on his eyes Sweet sleepe did then the weary limbs compose Then heavy sleepe the eye-lids did surprize And drew those fringed curtains of the eyes Struck by sleepes horny wand new dipt in Lethâ— In drowsie flight Morpheus with lazie wings doth on them light Sleepe Their drowsie lids doth in his Lethe steepe To pay their drowsie vowes at Moâ—pheus shrine As if he had drunk Lethe and made even with heaven The dew of sleepe descends And locks up her faire lights in pleasing slumbers To recommend themselves to deaths elder brother Swallowing sleepe with open mouth making such a noise with all as none could lay the stealing of a nap to her charge Making their pillowes weak props of overladen heaâ—â— Sleepe begins with heavy wings To hatch upon the eyes As fastly lockt up in sleep as guilâ—lesse labour when it lies starkly in the travellers bones On their eyes daeth-counterfeiting sleepe With leaden leggs and batâ—y wings doth creepe Sleepe gives a soft attachment to the sences Sleep drawes the fringed curtains of her eyes Sleep payes her nightly tribuâ—e to her eyes Whose eyes are stroakt with Hermes drowsie rod. Sleep opprest his heavy eyes The eyes vaile to the God of sleepe Sleepe enchains the sences Nighâ—s heavy charmes Had â—lâ—â—'d his eyes Sleep with brooding wings Sâ—ft slumbers on his heavy eyelids flings Night shed her poppy on her eyes The night had cloâ—'d her fieled â—yelids Sleepe creeps upon her yeilding sences They give the rest of night to soft repose Charm'd lull'd with soâ—t slâ—epe They drown the night in sleâ—pe Death doth embrace him in his leaden armeâ— The meeting eyelids conclude a peaceful league In sleepes wherein the last trumpe scarce could wake The guiltlesse dead clay Soft sleepe doth close His guarded eyes with undisturb'd repose Sleep through his power diffus'd â—is golden humour â—orpheus had wav'd his Mace o'â— both his eyes Soft-finger'd sleep 〈◊〉 silken coâ—dage binds the weary sense Sleep surfets on their weary eyelids Till sleep The juncture of their joynts and nerves did sleep â—â— his dissolving humour And all that all his labour could comprise Quickly concluded in his closed eyes With drowsie charms â—ind sleep bewitcheth thee into his arms â—â—mbring in a melting rest Slow As the slow pac'd-Snail The Tardy asse A Toâ—toise speed a Spaniards stride â—â—ke the musing Alderman The plotting States-man Slow as the river Tâ—ras Moves with such speed As prisoners to a Psalm that cannot read Smooth As the polisht marble As sleekest Parian stone Sâ—oother than Chrystall ice As smooth as oyl As Monumental alabaster Smooth as the stream where none can say He doth this drop to that prefer Smooth as the Eunuchs cheek chin Such looks Jove wore when in the shape of bull He did Europa court Smooth as the face of waters first appear'd â—â—tides began to strive or winds were heard Smooth as the brow of love Snake v. Serpent Two gliding snakes extending Their speckled breasts and flamie main all bending Above the main their ugly odious â—ail And backs with fearfull folds do wrigling trail Their gogling eyes flashing forth blood and fire Their hissing mouths sharp tongues do stench expire The scaly monster roling on the sand Inspatious windings The severall snakes that out of Lybâ—a's
where they before had stood Came listning on and every gladsome tree Link't with his neighbour to an unity Whisper their mutual joyes till they had made By their embrace an unexpected shade And all the wing'd musitians of the aire Hid in their branches make a close repaire That by their tunes they might learn how to sing And give a better welcome to the spring Whilst savage beasts that thither too were come Offerd themselves a thankful Hecatombe Though I dare not make title to that tree That growes upon the banks of Castalie Nor on Parnassus top had ever Theam Presented by the Muses in a dream Or with my teeth unbarkt the laurel graffe Yet can I lend the weaker brains a staff For their supportment till their riper wit Shall laugh to see they ever needed it Staffes cannot goe and yet enable him That wants assistance to his feeble limbe He that is lame and cannot move yet may Lie still and point to others out the way Many are dumb and know not how to break Their mind in words yet by mute signes can speak And talk so with their fingers that another May give that language which their dumbnesse smothers Though whetstones cannot cut at all they may Do service and make knives as sharp as they Themselves are blunt and they who cannot ring By jangling may toll better ringers in Candles see nought themselves yet lend a light VVhich in the dark gives others use of sight The height of my ambition and intent Is but to be a luckie instrument For others good and instruments we know Are usefull though themselves can nothing do Accept and use then this my book aspire Vnto the Mountains top blow up that fire VVhich yet is but a spark Prometheus stole From Phebus wheels what burns within your soul Then give it vent let it advance a flame VVhich may secure your and the Poets name From all the malice of invading time And conquer death with your victorious rime And though you may perchance meet some of those That in a Satyr of their dough-bak'd Prose Not able to reach further lash the horse They cannot sit and whil'st they rudely force Their waspish language to disgrace the fount The horse-hoof-made scorning the sacred Mount Too high for them to climb turn horse themselves And kick in vain as waves against the shelves Crushing their froth as dogs disturb the night With fruitlesse howling at fair Cynthia's light Whilst she untroubled still along doth glide More by their barking envy glorifi'd In that bright Carre their snarls cannot impeach As much above their malice as their reach Or like that fox who long with greedy eyes Did on the grapy clusters tantalise And last contents himself to call them sower Which he perceiveth plac'd above his power And these may tell you that the Poets be But the fomenters of of obscenitie Of lust and lewdnesse verse the Devils bait To draw youth on to what they else would hate Be not discourag'd Muses none despise That ever gave the Graces Sacrifice Such Majesty is couch'd in numerous layes They never understood which can dispraise 'T is true some spend their ill-disposed hour Onely the Virgin Muses to deflowr And in loose language make the Graces be Naked beyond the bounds of Modestie Who whilst with shamelesse ribaldry they sing Make Helicon a puddle for a spring Enough to make their reader one would think With blushing change the colour of their ink But must we cause some children idly play And cut their fingers throw our knives away Or cause when once their bellies full they eat No more but toy must we forgoe our meat What if some looser dames to painting fall Shall chaster Matrons have no face at all If some for lust their gaudie garments wear Shall modest Virgins all their cloaths forswear If some by faggots ruine do conspire Must our cold chimney therefore want a fire And shall Lycurgus cut down every vine Because some Thraoians did exceed in wine Shall we all modest pictures quite decline For the lascivious draughts of Aretine If that abuse could take away the right And lawfull use we scarce should use our sight Scripture may be abus'd and best things may By the same argument be cast away Though Caesar banish't Ovid far from Rome He kept Parthenious Virgil still at home All Poets are not vitious some there be Like Cato verse it yet with modesty And won to goodnesse by their verse can show More souls than many prose-Divines can do Crown'd with religious bayes for often those Are chain'd by numbers that contemn loose prose And those whose souls are come so near the gall Of bitternesse as to think stoicall What speaks Religion yet will dare to try The Poets popular Divinity And with a yielding fancy lend an ear To all that by the Poet preach't they hear Many have been which Pulpits did eschew Converted from the Poets reading pew And those that seldome do salute the porch Of Solomon will come to Herberts Church For as that English Lyrick sweetly sings Whilst angels danc'd upon his trembling strings A verse may find him who a Sermon flies And turn delight into a sacrifice Then let the Poet use his lawfull bait To make men swallow what they else would hate Like wise Physicians that their pills infold In sugar paper or the leaves of gold And by a vertuous fraud and honest stealth Cozen unwilling Patients into health Like winter fires that with disdainfull heat The opposition of the cold defeat And in an angry Spleen do burn more fair The more encountered by the frosty air Let your Phebean fires its flame advance Blown by the cold breath of chill ignorance And like Amphion build a lofty rhyme That shall outlast the insolence of time For there is hidden in a Poets name A spell that can command the wings of fame And maugre all oblivions hated birth Begin your immortality on earth And when more spreading titles are forgot And spight of all their lead and searcloth rot You wrapt and shrin'd in your own sheets shall lye As reliques fam'd for all posterity No envious time or age shall ever pierce The better marble of eternal verse Nine Muses can cammand the fatall three And make their baies out-live the Cypresse tree And though they part with breath they cannot die Whose name 's embalm'd in sacred Poesie For such are the proud miracles of verse They make men rise up from their drowsie herse And cause the grave deaths utmost spite but be A larger womb to immortality The Deities above and those below To the learn'd nine auspcious homage ow And they whose heads the lawrel chaplets bear Can charm the gods in either Hemisphere What is' t the Muses javelin cannot pierce When heaven and hell are master'd by a verse The Laurel staffe sway'd by a learned hand Carries more magick than that silver wand Heavens verger waves then that Medea shook When Aeson from the scalding bath she took Hot
her Elixar of all Beauty Zeuxes his labour might have sav'd And made her stand for all that he did view When Venus beauteous pourtraiture he drew Beauty and Vertue have no other sphear Whose rare composure doth abstract the Story Of true perfection modellizing forth The height of beauty in whose face Nature and curious Art had done their best To summe that rare perfection which transcends The power of strong belief Narcissus change sure Ovid quite mistook He died not looking in a Chrystall brook But as those which with emulation gaze He pin'd to death by looking on this face When he stood fishing by some â—ivers brim The fish would leap more for a sight of him Than for the fly The Eagle highest bred Was taking him once up for Ganymed Naâ—ure by some device Had to her face transplanted Paradise A beauty that might free A ravisher and make adulterie No crime at all Nature did wondering stand At â—er own work Eclipsing all other objects The wealth she wore about her seemd to hide Not to adorn her native beauties pride Though there bright Pearls from Erythrean shores From all the Assyrian lakes the wealthy store Of silver Ganges and Hydapses shore And chearfull Emralds gathered from the green Arabian rocks were in full splendour seen Pale Onyx Jaspers of a various die And Diamonds darkned by her brighter eie The Saphyâ—es blew by her more azure veins Hung not to boast but to confess their stains The blushing Rubies seemd to loose their dye When her more Ruby lips were moving by It seem'd so well became her all she wore She had not rob'd at all the creatures store But had been natures self there to have showed What she on creatures could or had bestowed And Jupiter would revel in her bower Were he to spend another golden shower Whose eyes dart glowing raies Would thaw the frozen Russian to lust And parch the Negro's hotter blood to dust So the loose Queen of love did dress her eyes In the most taking flame to winne the prize At Ida. The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes Whose bright eyes rain influence Oft have we viewd In one heaven many stars but never yet In one star many heavens till now were met A breathing Star His orient cheeks and lips exceeding his That leapt into the water for a kiss Of his own shadow and despising many Dyde ere he could enjoy the love of any Had wild Hyppolity this beauty seen Pierc't with his darts he had enamourd been Nature wept when she saw her as undone And rob'd of all her treasure Aurora took him for her Cephalus Phoebe mistook him for Endymion Venus for her Adonis Each wandering eye inflam'd that lookt upon her A beauty in whose radiant eye Love sate enthron'd and full of Majesty Sent forth such glorious eye-surprizing rayes That she was thought the wonder of her dayes Repress those flames that furnace from thine eye They ravish with too bright a â—yranny The Diapason of all symmetry Incarnate Angel Mortall Venus Nature seald her the Charter at her birth Mirrour of heaven the wonder of the earth Beauty hath no Exchequer now but him And proud of many lives upon his gains And him she stores to shew what wealth she had In dayes long since Fairest peece of well formd earth As if she swaid an Empire in her face Nature her self did her own self admire As oft as she were pleased to attire Her in her native lustre and confess Her dressing was her chiefest comeliness Where every limb takes like a face One accent from whose lips the blood more warms Than all Medea's Exorcismes and charms He that since nature her great works began She made to be the mirrour of a man That when she meant to form some matchless limb Still for a pattern took some part fâ—om him And jealous of her cunning brake the mold In his proportion done the best she could If he discourse his lips such accents break As love turnd aire breaths from him as he speaks Makes Jove invent a new disguise In spight of Juno's jealousies Whose every part doth re-invite â—he cold decayed appetite â—hich shall be nurse as Juno swears â—o the next Cupid that she bear The onely scope â—f mens affections and their envied hope If ever jewels had cause to be proud it was with â—e wearing of them â—hey took the vaile of which her face had hid â—t which the very aire seemd to grow proud â—s when the Sun new breaks out of a Cloud To shine with greater fulgence Such the censorious Cynink might affect Though he had promised abstinence That beaâ—s the light about her and strikes dead With flashes of her eye Beautie which might an Angels envie move Enough for all the â—exe And make them proud to know 't is part of hers Whose feeâ— print the farewell of all beauty Beauty to teach beholders chastity On others Painters in their pictures bestow beauty Her beauty bestowed skill on the Painter The fair Embassadour of a fairer mind â— All that beheld her and all that could did behold her made â—heir eyes quick messengers to their minds to let them know they had seen the uttermost that could be seen and despair of ever meeting a fairer object All eyes degenerate from their creation That do not honour and adore her beauty She apparrel'd her apparrel Modell of Heaven triumph of Nature life of Beauty â—f there be any beauty left in others it is in their Eyes to whom her presence hath imparted it Sometimes mine eyes would lay themselves open To receive all the darts she could throw Sometimes close up with admiration As if with a contrary fancy they would preserve The riches of that sight they had gotten Or cast my lids as curtains over that image of beauty Her presence â—ad printed in them Beauty in which by all right all hearts and eyes â—hould be inherited Which in a definite compass sets forth infinite beautie Dead beauties heir Each night she impoverisheth her clothes To enrich her bed which might well scorn the shrine Of Venus whose clothes proud to be worn by her Eclypse a sun of beauty Beauty too much for patient â—ight Whose face carried such a lightning As none could look on nor would look off Diana apparelld in the garments of Venus Making each beholding eye A blinded mole or else a burning flye Beautie which pictured the curious eye would repeat An imaginary rapture of some transported Conceit ayming at in impossibility Dumb eloquence commanding without authority And perswading without speaking Working unwitting effects of wonder The red and white rose quarterd in her face A face that bears a wanton modesty and inticing Soberness Beauty not to be matcht but by the fairness Of her mind Where Nature doth with infinite agree The miracle of flesh and blood Able to make Hercules to turn the spit and Cleave his club to make the fire The withered Hermit fourscore winters worn Might shake off fifty looking in her eye Such beautie
cheekr Aurora did display Her golden locks and summon up the day Twice twenty times and rests her drowsie head Twice twenty times within old Tithons bed Five times had Hesper Titan warnd away Five times again did Lucifer appear Waving the standard of the glorious day Thrice had the bright surveyor of the heaven Divided out of the day and night by even And equall houres Five morns had cleard the Air with Phoebus light And from the pole remov'd the damps of night Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his Diurnal ring Ere twice in murk and occidental damp Moist Hesperus hath quencht his sleepy lamp Or foure and twenty times the Pilots glass Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass Now fifteen times had Phoebus gone to rest Inning his Chariot in the gloomy West David Kingly Prophet Israels sweet singer Jesses stout son Holy song-man The holy Father of wise Salomon The father of rebellious Absalâ—m That with his sling the mighty champion sâ—â—w The pious O pheus of the Jewâ— Deaf A culvering discharged at his ear would scarcely bore it Deprived of the hearing sence To whom the greatest talkers are as dumb One that enjoyes that benefit that he never hears himself ill spoken of Deaf as remorseless seas Natures drumme lies in his eares unbraiz'd Deaf as th' Icarian rocks Death Natures bold Pursivant The forgetful lake The Eclipse of life The graves purveyour Sleeps younger brother The Stygian bay Eternal sleep within a bed of dust The two-long-joyned lovers sad divorce The dark and common period Tyrant ore tyrants thou which onely dost Clip the lascivious beauty without lust The pale-fac't sergeant that layes us in our â—able chest Natures rude serjeant the moth of natures Art The common extinguisher of natures candles The first Alchyâ—nist to calciâ—e into dust The living bodies Lifes Epilogue The unsparing Pursivant with Eagles wings That knocks at poore mens doors as well as Kings The sad stipend of the first transgression The child of sin Great pale-fac't tyrant Sad message of the â—ullen bâ—ll Death attends Natures pale-fac't baylâ—ffe The parting stirrup at the journeyes end That night Which from the living takes the last of light Hate and terror to prosperity â—e put my eye-bals in thy vaulty browes And ringe these fingers with thy hous-hold worms And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust Come grin on me and I will think thou smilest And kiss thee Miseries love and wish That onely can Measure the true dimensions of a man Which is at best An unexpected and unwelcome guest Grimme executioner to destiny Birth-day to Eternity Unchanged law of Nature The best and last Physitian Vntimely Death To Whom the Fates owe yeares Abortive darkness veils the setting light The crime and sad mistake of destiny The untimely seisure of the greedy grave Th' extortion of the rigorous fares Exacting fate Deaths supererogation to the â—ates Death-bed v. approaching death When the latest sand Of the spent hower-glass is now at hand And as she spake that word her voice did alter Her breath grew cold her speech began to faulter Fain would she utter more but her faint tongue Not able to goe forward faild and câ—â—nge To her dry roof when the drum of death Beats a cold march When deaths pale-slags advanced in his cheeks His eyes turning round in the dance of death Lips trembling as though they kist their neighbour death Ready to take his oaths to be deaths true liege-man Death swims and baths her self within his eyes He gasps for breath as the grave gasps for him That hath â—id the last stage of life Lises candle twinckles within the socket When he hath bid the world and life adieve And set one foot within grimme Charons boaâ— Expecting every minute deaths sad summons Lifes â—wilight When his last testament and grave Is made an icy stifness benums by blood Deformed Her eyes do sink into their holes As if they were afraid to see the light Her breath infects the Aire and sowes a pestilence 'T is known that she hath eyes by the holes onely Which have crept further in than her nose out Her quarrelling teeth Of such a colour are that they themselves Scare one another and do stand at distance Nature made her when she was disposed to just And length of time hath made her more ridiculous Caâ—idia new come from the jawes of hell Natures Errata faulâ—â— escaped natures Print Which who so hath to wife Shall nere be cuckolded unless for spight By some that durst not do 't but in the night For fear of loathing her Never sin was at so high a rate But one nights hell with her might expiate A shape the Poets were afraid to fain For fear the shadow might infect their brain With hollow yellow teeth or none perhaps With stinking breath swart teeth and hanging chaps With wrinckled neck and stooping as she goes With driveling mouch and with a sâ—iveling nose Whose face gives a prospect which might well Give a surphet to a weak stomack Her nose seemed to threaten her chin Her tears like rain upon dirty furrows Disgracing weeping with her countenance Her hands those golden golls Tears in her eyes did seem there to bewail Their own disgrace Like Chaos or an unlickt Bears whelp That carries no impression like the dam The very dogs bark at him as he goes Crusty batch of Nature A face not worth the scorning Notclean enough to spit on Made by one of Natures unskilful and idle prentises A nose at enmity with all others and against which no possible defence but a pair of Spanish gloves That blunders all the rivers he passeth through and avoids thâ— sight of Painters and glasses lest they should shew him the pattern of his visage Goggle-eyed sparrow-mouthed gubber-toorhed canker-eatengummes hook-nosed rotten-teeth Morphew-fact beetle-browed her nose and chinne half meet to make the teeth friends that are fallen out A breath stinking up and down the room a nose dropping Winter and Sâ—mmer A Bavarian poke under her chinne lavâ—-â—ard dugges like two double juggs bloody-fallen-singers scabbed-wrists Cow-wasted tand-skinne splay-footed gouty legs stinking-feer Dowdy Gorgon Blouze Gobrian Mother Fulsome Cavida Mopsa Niso Fustilugs That needs no other proof besides her face To proclaim her witch So far from being faire None could be foule that did with her compare Natures trespass Made up of natures worst deformities She spied her filthyness and fain she would Have blusht if through so much dirt she could Natures Heteroclite with some member defective Or redundant Natures solocisme A naturall vizard like a winters Apple shrunk up together and half rotten The Chaos of a man Aesop Thersites Demagoras The Sun doth almost fear to lend his shine Least the reflection of his purest raies From such a dung-hill as she bears about Might chance to infect the universal Aire So that a general plague should give the world A second deluge and make Aire prevent The Doomesday of
Aurora's liquid pearl Gemmes which adorne The beauteous tresses of the weeping morne The tears that swell the roses blushing checks As if the earth to welcome in the morn VVould hang a jewel on each ear of corne That in a gentle shower Drops pearls into the bosome of a flower The pearly drops which youthful May Scatters before the rising day Diana's silver sweat The pearly purled showres Hangs on the rose bud tops and knowing it Must be anon exhaled for sorrow shrinkes It selfe into a tear That from Aurora's eyes In Chrystal tears is wept when she must leave The bed whereon her lov'd Tithonus lies The aire close mourner for the setting sun Bedewes her cheeks with tears when he is gone To th' other world The cold sweat of the morne Diana v. Phaebe The chast-born arrow-loving Queen The chast-born seed of Jove The beamy Queen The virgin huntresse The maiden archer The grovy Queene Bow-bearing goddesse The goddesse of Gargaphia Titania Cynthia Trivia The three shaped goddesse Phebus bright sister Latona's shining daughter Dido Unhappy Carthaginian Queen Infortunate Eliza. Phaenician Phrygian Tyrian Sidonian Queen Aeneas lucklesse hostess Good Sichaeus widow To Die v. Death Souls departed To cast off the robe of clay To drop into the grave To pass the fatal ferry Death unjoynts the soul and body Whose latest breath Hath freely paid their full arrears to death Become a tenant to the grave Matriculated among the dead Enrolled in the Register of death To quit scores with nature Rak't up in deaths cold embers The stiffening cold benums her senceless limbs The winter of cold death Congeales her path of life and stops her breath To make A swift descent into the Stygian lake Hâ—s eyes do swim in night To pay their debt to the exacting fates To go on natures embasse Like poor farmers pay Quit-rent to nature on the very day When we bequeath Our bodies as a Legacy to death When death shall lulle us in eternal rest The meeting eyelids conclude a lasting league To house with darkness and with death When we must Resolve into neglected dust When we must Resolve to our originary dust When we must Commit an incest with our mothers dust Their rolling eyes together set in debt Together they expire their parting breath Their heavy eyes with dying motion â—urning They close and sigh out death To dislodge the soul To passe the flamy pile To accomplish their fate To pay his period to fate Smâ—ke to the house of death Whose soul hath fled th' abodes of men To pay tribute to the fates To Pluto's mansion dive To hide his wretched head In Ploto's house and live amongst the dead To kisse the cup of death To nature he obedience gave And kneeld to do her homage in the grave His eyes possesse eternal night The Parcae with impartial knife Have left his body tenantless of life â—ossest with lasting sleepe The pale ghost fleets into aire â—reading the pathes that lead â—o the dark region of the dead â—olded up in death To force Between two long-joyn'd lovers sad divorce When life doth ebbe away â—ost in cold night of death To fall To a loathed nothing in the â—uneraâ— To become A Potentate within the starry court Free from th' Eclypse of earth Fee from the darksome prison of their clay To break the prison of our clay To sayle ore the vast main of death To shift our flâ—sh to crosse the Sâ—igian lake Tâ—at have performed the taske of life Put out the tapour of our dayes A soul uncas'd unorgand by the hand of death To sleepe in peaceful ashes Death unclasps the fleshy cage To have his exit from the common scene Death breaks the shell of sin And there is hatcht a Cherubin The Gordian knotted band Of lifes untied To pay the shot at natures table To return to their mothers dusty lap The body is confined to dust Take a poor lodging in a bed of dust VVrapt in the cold embraces of the grave To pay to nature her last duties To walk the way of nature To submit to the law of nature â—n the falling eye-lids death appears VVhen we that precipice shall tread Vhence none return that leads unto the dead The tombe Yawns to devoure him Darknesse veiles the setting light VVe to the graves infernal prison must Descend and rot in silent shrouds of dust Death's all-curing hand doth close the eyes Lost in the ashes of their funeral Dying Beauty Fair eyes enâ—ombed in their sweet circles Death dallying seeks To entertain it self in loves sweet place Decayed roses of discoloured cheeks Do yet retain fair notes of former grace And ugly death sits fair within her face Sweet remnants â—esting of vermilion red That death it self doubts whether she be dead So lookt once poyson'd Rosamund The lâ—llies and the roses that while ere Strove in her cheeks till they compounded were â—ave broke their truce and fiercely fall'n to blowes And now the lilly hath overcome the rose Different Twixt whom is so great odâ— Almost as twixt the furies and the Gods Who these would make to meet he may as well A reconcilement work twixt heaven and hell Most inconsistent beings Difficult VVhich may employ the strength of all their car And taske their best endeavours Uneasie taske enough to rack the brain To bring about and make all study vain All Hercules twelve labours put in one VVould not hold weight with this alone Discourse Discourse thus entertaind the day And in discourse consum'd the shortned night VVith such discourse they entertaind the feast That tane away dispose themselves for rest They rise with day Disease That tedious guest Hâ—rbenger of death Blood-sucker Deaths arrowes Deaths pale unwelcome mâ—ssenger Vertues shop Vertues sharp schoolmaster Unwelcome guest Sad companion Unwelcome visitor The Aâ—mighties rod. The bodies jâ—rring and untuned Musick That consumes the reins And drinks the blood out of the swelled veines Doubt Doubtful Even as a ship upon the raging sea Be ween two winds crosse tossed every way Uncertain knowes not in what course to set her O my divided soul how do I tremble Like to the doubtful needle twixt two loadstones One thought another doth controle So great a discord wracks the wavering soul Such thoughts had Biblis when she wooed her brother Such Meleagers mother when she held The faâ—al brand With a battel in the fighting thoughts As when a mighty Oake now almost fell'd his fall On each side thâ—eatens and waves to and â—roâ— The ague palsie of the soul The tumult of distracted minds Plunged in doubtful passions The tempest of the thoughts A strange confusion in the troubled soul Whose flying thoughâ—s are at no certain â—â—and The jarring passion of the struggling soul Quandaring passion The souls Labyrinth Tâ—de of the mind Earthquake of the brest The megrim of the soul Euripus of the mind Tost like a ship twixt two encountring tides Dove The feathered steeds that Venus chariot draw The harmless nuntios of peace which have all
unfurnisht Cupid did espy The greatness of his God-heâ—d in her eye The Deities Of love light torches at her flaming eyes Love was dandled in her eye Yet curbd with a beseeming gravitie Eyes might with a beck command a Monarchiâ— Eyes which hit when Cupids shafts do miss That shut their coward gates on atomies Wounding eyes At every glance an arrow flies Whose lasting eyes Out-lookt the starry Jeweâ—s of the Skies Elaborate Things that were born when none but the stil night And his dumb candle saw his pinching throes That cost the buffeting of many a deâ—k And bitten nailes with rubbing of the brow Which cost the dear expence of oyle Suckt by the watchful Lamp That cost the tapers thirsty wast That smels of Lamps and night cap Labour'd work the child of a bed-ridden wit Elegies v. Lamentable My blubbering pen her sable tears let fall In Characters right Hieroglyphicall And mixing with my tears are ready turning My late white-paper to a weed of mourning Or inke and paper strive how to impart My words the weeds my thoughts were in my heart Or else the blots unwilling are my â—imes And their sad cause should live till after times Fearing if men their subject should descrie They forthwith would dissolve to tears and die Invailed in a sable weed she sate v. Browns Pastor 1. Book Song 5. upon Prince Henry Singing a Song whâ—ch stones dissolved at How shall we find a fitting monument For brass and marble were they placed here Would fret and melt in tears to lie so near Repeating ore The Story of his vertues untill I Not write but am my self his Elegie Without disturbing the harmonious sphears Wee le bath below thy memory in tears Such grief as who can utter it Doth not vent forth his sorrow but hâ—s wit I envie death the treasure of his sleep Th' illiterate vulgar in a well-tun'd breath Lament his loss and learnedly chide death It were a shame for all thou being gone Not to have power to die with grief alone But 't were proud piety if we Should think by prayers to alter Heavens Decree His death the crime of destiny Children untaught by instinct for thee weep My distracted fears Have no commerse with reasonable tears Whose death commands A subsidie from every private eye Fetch all the Spices that Arabia yields Distill the choysest flowers of the fields And when in one their best perfections meet Embalm her corps that she may make them sweet Infectious grief striking all hearers Tears the best Expressours of true sorrow speak the rest Every tear speaks a dumb Elegie The wine of lifâ—'s drawn out and from this time Meer lees is left this vault Let him whose lines a private losse deplore Call them to weepe that never wept before Call not the winds nor bid the rivers stay For though the sighs and tears they could repay Which injur'd lovers mourners for the dead Captives and Saints have breath'd away and shed Yet we should want to make our sorrow fit For such a cause as now doth silence it So â—weell instructed are my tears Toâ—y fall in ordered characters My grief is more audacious give me one Who every day hath heard a dying groan The subject of my verses may suffice To draw new tears from dry and weary eyes To shrine his name within an Elegiâ— I may forget to drink to eat to sleepe Remembring thee but when I do to weepe In well weigh'd lines that men shall at thy herse Envie the sorrow that brought forth my verse May my dull understanding c. All joyes have now one common funeral Our grief we cannot call Aâ— passion since the ground is raâ—ional Our tears and sighes may be excus'd though those To deluges and these to tempests rose No pen can plead excuse For Elegies howle all who cannot sing For tombes bring turfe who cannot marble bring I oft have verse on meaner subjects made Should I give presents and leave debts unpaid Want of invention here is no excuse The matter I shall find and not produce And as it fares in crowds I nothing doubt So much would passe that nothing can get out And in the work which now my thoughts intend I shall find nothing hard but how to end Had this been for some meaner persons herse I might have then observ'd the lawes of verse But here they faile nor can I hope t' expresse In numbers what the world counts numberlesse I dare not learned shade bedew thy herse With tears unlesse that impudence in verse Would cease to be a sin and what were crime In prose would be no injury in rhime Upon Whose death the Ocean might turn Helicon O who will give me tears Come all ye springâ— Dwell in my head and eyes come clouds and rain My grief hath need of all the warry things That Nature hath produc'd Let every vein Suck up a river to supply mine eyes My weary weeping eyes too dry for me Unlesse they get new conduits new supplies To bear them out and with my state agree What are two shallow foords two little spouts Of a lesse world The greater is but small A narrow cupboard for my griefs and doubts Which want provision in the midst of all Verses ye are too fine a thing too wise For my rough sorrowes cease be dumbe and mute Give up your feet and running to mine eyes And keep your measures for some lovers lute Whose grief allows him musick and a rhime For mine excludes both measure tune and time Now unto sorrow must I tune my song And set my harp to notes of saddest woe Befriend me night best patronesse of grief Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw And work my flatter'd fancy to belief That heaven and earth are colouâ—'d with my woe My sorrowes are too dark for day to know The leaves should all be black whereon I write and letters where my tears have washt a wannish white v. Elegies on Dr. Donne annexed to his Poems Quarles Emblems joynd with his divine Poems Habbingtons Castara the third part Sr. John â—eamounts Poems Johnsonus Virbius upon Ben. Johnson Vpon Mr. Edw. King fellow of Chr. Coll. in Cambridge Elements The primitive ingredients of all bodies The messe of simple bodies Natures first mournival The jarring inmates of all bodies Whose discord makes the worlds harmony The Diatessaron of natures harmony Natures great Tetrarchs Elephant The stiffe-kneed carry-castle Natures great Mâ—ster-piece The only harmlesse great thing Giant of beasts The towre-backt beast Vast Lybian beast The ivory-toothed beast That scornes whole armies and yet fears a mouse Eloquence Eloquent A speaking pomander Aâ— exchequer of good language Whose tongues mens ears in chains could tie With due attention drawing every ear Such smooth soft language that each line Might stroke an angry God or stay Joves thunder make the hearers pine With envy whose words in order meet And softly stealing in with equal feet Slide into even-paâ—'t numbers with such grace As each word had been
bosome spâ—ings The people that in shoals do swim Walls windowâ— ooft â—owers steeples all were set With severall eyes that in this object met Children uncapable to all mens thinking Were dâ—unk with joy as others were with drinking And stâ—ikâ—s the heavens with sound of trembling bells The Vocal Gâ—ddesse leaving dâ—sart woods Slâ—des down the Dales and dancing on the floods Observes our woods and wiâ—h repeating noise Contends to double our abundant joyes Mirth digs her pits in every cheâ—k To bury grief and sorrow Casheer all care and chear the foolish soul To joyn To marâ—y glue paste wed wedge â—iveâ— yoke manacle fetter shackcle sodder cement knit tie Iris v. Rainbow Heavens Embassadresse the thousand coloured dame She that paints the clouds Golden wing'd Thaumantia The goddesse with the painted bow The painted mother of the showers Juno 's embassad resse Judas The damned Iscariot He that betray'd his master with a kisse And miss'd of heaven even at the gates of blisse Judge Grim pronouncers of the Law Living Law Sâ—rict conservers of the Laws Grave Stewards and dispensors of the Laws That sit on bright Astraea's sacred Throne That speaks nothing but chains and shackles Whose stubble beard doth grate poor prisoners eyes Whose stern faces look Worse than the Prisoner that 's deni'd his book Or Pilate painted like a scalded Cook Day of Judgement The worlds combustion The generall Bonefire The grand Sessions Natures Funerall The worlds sad hour Dooms-day When souls shall wear their new array When the words masse shall shrink in purging flame The last dayes summons when earths Tâ—ophies lie Ascattered heap and time it self shall die When the Sun shall From the blind heavens like a dead cinder fall And all the elements intend their strife To ruine what they fram'd When desperate time lies gasping When thunder summons from eternal sleep Th' imprison'd ghosts and spreads â—'th frighted deep A veil of darknesse When the knot of nature is dissolved And the worlds ages in one hour involved In their old Châ—os seas with skies shall joyn And stars with stars confounded lose their shine The â—arth no longer shall extend her shore To keep the Ocean ouâ— the Moon no more Follow the sun but scorning her old way Crosse him and claim the guiding of the day The falling worlds now jarring frame no peacâ— No league shall hold great things themselves oppresse When earth and seas to flâ—mes are turn'd And all the world with one sad fire is burn'd The utmost date of time When rocks and all things shâ—ll disband The great and universal doome When Christ shall in a throne of clouds descend To judge the earth With rusty maske the heavens shall hide their face The aged world dissolved by the last And fatal houre shall to old Chaos hast Stars justling stars shall in the deep confound Their radiant fires the land shall give no bound To swallowing seas the moon shall crosse the sun With scorne that her swift wheeles obliquely run Daies throne aspiring discord then shall â—end The worlds crackt flame and natures concord end The frame Of nature then shall feed the greedy flame Men cities floods and seas by ravenous lust Of fire devoured all shall resolve to dust When the dancing poles Shall cease their whirling galliard When Lachesis hath no more thread to spin Nor time a feather on his crazy wing When this vast oâ—be of earth shall blazing burn And all the world in funeral flames shall mourn When heaven and hell amazâ—ng must appear In two extreams joy and excessive fear The hindge of things Is broke all ends run back into their springs The second Chaos When earth and sea in fiery flames shall frie And time lies buried in eternity When as to those enchaind in sleepe The wakeful trump of doome shall thunder through the deepe With such an horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake The aged earth agast With terrour of that blast Shall fâ—om the surface to the center shake When at the worlds last session The dreadful Judge in midle aire shall spread his throne July That month whose fame Growes greater by the man that gave it name When many well pil'd cocks of short sweet hay stands in the field What time soft night had silently begun To steal by minutes on the long-liv'd day The furious dog pursuing of the sun Whose noisome breath ads fervour to his ray v. Summer Zodiack Leo. June Sol leaving Gemini and drawing near Unto his height in Cancer when shortest night Urg'd the Thessalian archer v. Summer Zodiack-Cancer Juno Saturnia Great Queen of Gods Great matron of the Thunderer That chariots through the skies By peacocks drawn stuck full of Argus eyes Heavens Queen The Empresse of the skie Silver-arm'd goddesse White-arm'd deity Saturnia that makes the white embrace The ivory fingerd Queen Drawn with a team of harnest peacocks With silken bridles in a coach of gold Lined with Estrich plumes Shee That shares with Joves imperial soveraignty Joves sister and his wife That kindles Hymens fires The Queen of marriage and of chast desires Heavens great dame That hath the charge to rule the nuptial flame In nuptial bands That ties the hearts and then the willing hands Jupiter Saturnius The Almighty Thunderer To give the soul a goal delivery To deal their martial almes To suffer shipwrack of the soul And with his blood embrued The blushing earth Making a fatal rest to lulâ— Him in the sleep of death which clos'd his sight Shutting his eyes up in eternal night Taught him the way to his grave Driving the soul out at the yawning wound Uncase dislodge untenant uncage a soule As when a spring conducting pipe doth break The waters at a little breach burst ouâ— And hissing through the airy regions smoke So â—lusht the blood To Kill ones self To leave the warfare of this life Without a passe from the great general He gives himself a period to the race Of his loath'd life To abridge their own lives pilgrimage To be a traitour to ones selfe To let out life and so unhouse the soul To break the prison As if'â—were sweet to dye when forc't to live Accessary to their own death Self murtherer Kings Gods enshrin'd in earthly frames Fineâ— but more britle ware Sifted from common bran Inferiour Gods Earthly Deities Mortal God Whos 's awfull eye Bears signes of an imperious majesty That swaies the awful scepter in his hand The supream moderators of the law Astâ—â—a's princely stewards Men in Text letters Whose roval temples are impal'd With the enamel'd crown and diadem Who on th'â—mperial throne Doth alwaies sit and alwaies sits alone Whose lives are gaudy troubles whose crowns are Not more beset with pearls than stuft with care He that bears Heavens Scepter and the clouds with thunder tears The King of Gods That power from whom what ere hath being springs The goat-nurst God who three-forkt lightning flings Whose nod the worlds foundation
each other Their parents knew not Tymber from his brother Like Spencers Amias and Placidas Natures disguise Humane paralels An apple â—left in two iâ— not more twin Than these two creatures These hands are not more like One sand resembles not another more VVater and water are not more alikâ— Nor have two eggs a lesser difference Like Vibius and Pompâ—y Two bees are not more like or figs or ants Like as Eamelus mares Neighbouring upon Identity Narcissus to the thing for which he pin'd Was not more like Lilly The spotlesse flower Which Juno's milk did spring That had their colour from the milk Of Juno when she sleeping nurst the great And stout Alcides v. White Lips Ruby cherrilets The sister corals that each other kisse The sister rubies The mooving leaves of coral Soft warmer coral Those leaves of damaske roses The folding coral valve's of the moâ—th The melting rubie corals Loves assured tests The melting rubies on her cherry lip Are of such power to hold as on one day Cupid flew thirsty by and stoopt to sip And fastned there could never get away Banks of blisses Where love plants and gathers kisses Soft coral gates Lips fit to be th'utterers when The heavens would parly with the chief of men That breath gums and spice Unto the east and sweets to paradise Lips where mines of rubies grow Those speaking pomanders The coral berries Rosie twins Warme porphyrie Lips which like threads of scarlet show Whence graceful accents sweetly flow Tast her lips and then confesse If Arabia doth possesse Or that honey Hybla hill Tasts like those that thence distill Which sâ—ich the blushing from the orient That with delight and pleasure Through a sweet smile unlock their pearly treasure Congealed Nâ—ctar Transplanted paradise The ruby poâ—â—als of our words The two leav'd ruby gate To which a pearl-portcullis make a graâ—e Two swelling welâ—s of coral round behem With smiling showes two rowes of orient gems As sweet and red as early cherries Two twin-cherries died in blushes Which those faire suns above with their bright beams Reflect upon and â—â—pen â—ashful pearls adding more rednesse to their native hew By blushing at their own sweet beauty Which never part but that they show Of pretious pearl a double row Dianâ—'s lip Is not more smooth and rubeous Melts in the touch A lip Would tempt to an eternity of kissing Those sister kissing cherries Which sweetly blush for this That they one another kisse The wax whereon love prints a kisse Loves rubie alcars That sweet divided union Litle v. Dwarfe Dwarfish Nature made thee To shew her cunning in Epitomie Small printed things Diminitives Live To see the sun adorne the darkesome earth To enjâ—y the prâ—viâ—edge of breath To â—eed on aire The fates still draw my lengthened thread Mine eyes enjoy the benefit of life Sâ—ll nature gives Lâ—fe to my veins Whilst breaâ—h gives motion to my â—oyled limbes While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe Life Thin smoake and empty shadow wich the wise As the fooles Idol soberly despise The fading rose the running sand the spurring post The shadow of a dream Light and inconstant aire Fortunes bable That waving brat tost on the sea of fate The pilgrimage of mans laborious dayes The even-spun twine A span of fâ—ailty plung'd and orb'd about With floods of biâ—ternesse That knot of soul and body which nothing can untiâ— but the eye of heaven In which each gaspe of breath Are minutes posting to the hour of death Short life v. Vntimely death Like that armed crue Grown from the dragons teeth That to fate Are tenanrs to a shorter date Like the beasts of Hippanis Whose life in one day's spun drawn out and cut Long life To count many years Whose life doth swell the number of his years To reach Tâ—â—honus years or aged Nestors Or the wrinkled Sybil. Courteous fate Draws out his thread with an unweary hand To fill the number of his dayes To groan under the burthen of his years Whose long dayes even rust the â—ithe of time Private life That peace of passions noble banishment That close happinesse without either pompe or envy Whose ambition goes no farther than the border of his village That prefers the liberty of the country before the pleasures of the court whom chains cannot tempt though never so well made and gilded over That life without pompe or rumult but with more solid joy and satisfaction Whose armour is an honest thought And simple truth his highest skill Whose state can neither flatterers fear Nor râ—ine make accusers great Lives of himself though not of lands And hâ—vâ—ng nothing yet hath all That thâ—nks glory a lye and state grave sport And counâ—â—y sicknesse above health at court That seeks no higher prize Than in unenvied shades to â—it And sing his Mrs. eyes That â—ast in hours secure from courtly strife The soft oblivion of a quiet life No war disturbs his rest with fierce alarmes Nor angry â—eas offend He shuns the law and those ambitious charmes Which great mens doors attend Lives to himself and glitteâ—ing titles shuns He lives unenvied honour crowns his ends Which gentle peace Enjoy pure innocence the rich increase Of various gifts what pleasure the broad fields Caves living waters and coole Tempe yeilds Lowing of beasts sweet sleeps by shades obscur'd Woods savage chace the hardy youth inur'd To live with little whom no labour tries Justice here left her last impression when She fled from the defil'd abodes of men V. Sandys Ovids Metam lib 8. page 295. Fab. Philemon Baucis lib. 11. page 397. Fab. Aesacus Horace Epod. 2. Liver The bodies sponge the bloody conduit The buâ—â—e furnace The concrete blood The shop the mint the fountain of the blood The bodies almoner Dispenser of the blood To looke To chain their eyes to To feast the eyâ—s upon To surfet the eyâ—s upon To read ore a thing To traffick with the eyes To run ore with eyes To fix his gazes on To river his eyes on a thing So Clytie look't upon the sun Till she turn'd Heliotrope Mine eyes Have been attentive on this exercise To peruse with eyes To lend an eye On him she claspt her eyes To talk to discourse with eyes To addresse the â—ight Survay with curious eyes Close prisoner to the object To own no other object To shoot the eyes To throw our eyes on To tie the eyes To weigh with Chrystal skales To view with captivated eyes To oppresse with his eyes To nayle the eyes upon To drink with eyes the nectar of her sight Center the scattered radiant of the eye Upon one object To entertain the eyes c. Upon his face all threw their covetous eyes To feed to feast the greedy eyes To crack the eye-strings with a fixed view To cast lots Their votes to the dispose of lots they strait refer Electing chance for their blind arbiter Loud v. Noise One that may be heard to th' Antipodes That talkes as if he spake to the
their bodies freed Exchanging earth for heaven their vertues meed Shine in that orbe their proper place of rest And live Aehereal lives of heaven possest Minerva v. Pallas Bellonâ— Wars angry Goddesse Joves fierce girle appears With a faire hand but weilding of a spear Joves daughter wiâ—h th' Aeâ—is on her breast That turn'd the Gorgons haire to snakes And then to make her enemies afraid Bore in her shield the serpents which she made Tritonian maid Inventresse of the olive and a verseâ— Bâ—stonian Virago Minotaure The Cretan monster That uncouth prodigie half man half beast The mothers foul adultery discry'd Mâ—nos resolves his marriage shame to hide In multitudes of roomes perplext and blind The worke â—'â—xcelling Daedalus assign'd Which sence distracts and errour leads a maze Through subtle ambages of sundry wayes â—s Phâ—ygian Meander sports about The flowry vales now winding in now out â—self incounters sees what follows guids His streams into his Springs and doubling slides To long mock'd-Seas Pasiphâ—'s beastly Love â—age devouror of th' Athenian youth Whose death was the Seas glory Minutes Times youngest children which divide the day And with their number measure out the year In various seasons Aâ—omes of time Toose bits of time Thrumbs shreds rags of time Miracle v. Admirable Miserable v. Lamentable That tread The mazes of perplexed misery A living Corse Level'd with low disgrac'd calamity A multitude of walking grioâ—s too sad a weight For reason to endure There is not in the compasse of the light A more unhappy creature Affliction is enamour'd on her parts And she is wedded to Calamity The May-game of the fates As if thought by fortune fit onely to be made the Spectacle of miserie Whose heart is nothing but a stage of Tragedies Time seemed to forget her bestowing no one hour of comfort upon her Without any comfort or easement but when the stars breath'd for a greater misery Ripe misery had her harvest in him The triumph of the hatefull destinies Miserable below the reach of pity In a state sâ—nk beneath the fear of a greater misery Thâ— fittest object for that poor comfort of calamity pity Never could any misery more justifie a vehement compassion Enough to have taught sorrow to the gladdest thoughts and have enâ—â—ved it in the minds of hardest mettals Misery enough to justifie excessive sorrow One whom the Fates have markt to be A feeler of th' extreams of miserie A soul bruis'd with adversity Groaning under the sad load of woes Where life hath no more interest but to breath Such misery As might have sprinckled even the gods with tears And make the Stoick leave his Principles Such misery as one would make a conscience to punish patriâ—â—cides with Who cannot look Beyond the prospect of consuming grief Shipwrackt on the sea of his own tears by the wind of his own sighs There is nothing can sooner make a worker of miracles see that there is something impossible for him to do than my ill fortune Whose torments should men see He had no mercy that could wish for me A dayes breath more All the happinesse he hath is the security his bad fortune hath wrought him which lightly cannot be made worse He need not fear that any bad successe Can bring him to more pitied distresse Whose thread is spun Of black and dismall wooll Even beasts had thâ—y but reason for to see And know her grief would mourn her misery Than whom there 's nothing can inferiour be As if high heaven had laid some strict command Upon each star some plague on her to pour whole heaven against us have conspired Or in our troubles they had else been tired The powers have made a vow Up to that height my sorrows to advance That before mine all miseries shall bow That all the sorrows mortals can surmise Shall fall far short of my least miseries Earth which griefs onely animate Misery is witty in our plagues whose misery is grown to such an height As make the earth groan to support its weight Cloath'd in misery The abstract of all misery Whose storms of woe so mainly have beset her She hath no place for worse nor hope for better That tread â— Labyrinth of woe without a thread Whose grief like to Medusa's head makes all That hear it to a flinty substance fall â—â—d work such patience as none repine â—â— any grief except as great as thine Whose misery none can make known â—â— in the depth of his must lose his own Whose comfort is if for him any be That none can show more cause of grief than he Most wretched creature evâ—r eye Beheld or yet put on mortality Clouded with woes fortunes foot-ball tennis ball A pitied subjâ—ct even to enemies Malice could not wish greater misery A Text fittest for grief to comment on Modest Whose Cheeks blush As if modesty it self lay there wiâ—hin a bed of corall Bright beams of beauty streamed from her eye And in her cheek sat maiden modesty A far finer man than he thinks on that confutes his commenders giving reasons to think they are mistaken and is angry if they do not believe him a bawdy jest shall more shame him than a bastard another and if you take him by his look he is guilty Modesty that cumbersome familiar of woman-kind Her motion blusht at it self When dishonesty comes near her ear wonder stops it out and saves vertue the labour Monk v. Anchorite Moon Nights horned Queen The silver-fronted star The Suns pale sister The cold crescent Nights gloomy patronesse The Mistris of the Skies Cynthia darts her borrowed rayes Phoebus dark sister The cold Queen of night Regent of humours The mother of the moneths The lowest Planet Bright Cynthâ—a's Carre Throne The pale fac'd Emperesse of the night That common Calendar Universall Almanack The Queen of stars Titans bright daughter That sits upon the silver Throne And holds the reins of darknesse gloomy Coach Nights gloomy Charioter The Soveraign bâ—â—uty of the night Faint light through duskie clouds sad â—ynthia gave Night wandering and pale watâ—y star Whom yawning Dragons draw in thirling Carres From Latmus Mount up to the gloomie skie Where crown'd with blazing light and Majesty She proudly sits Nights forked Queen Endymions fair mistris The monthly horned Queen The unconstant Lady of the night Which from the wave embatteled shrowds Opening the West comes streaming through the clouds With shining Troops of silver tressed stars Attending on her as her torch bearers And all the lesser lights about her Throne With admiration stand as lookers on Whilst she alone in height of all her pride The Queen of light along her sphear doth glide The pale fac'd Lady of the black-ey'd Night That tips her sharpned horns with borrow'd light The fair directresse of the night the silver Planet The curious train of spangled Nymphs attire Her next nights glory with encreasing fire Each Evening addes more glory and adorns The growing beauty of her grasping horn She sucks and draws her bâ—others golden
Now he that guides the Chariot of the sun On his Ecliptick circle had so run That his brasse-hoof'd fire-breathing horses wan The stately height of the Meridian By this bright Phoebus with redoubled glory Had half way mounted to the highest story Of his Olympick Palace Now labouring men seeing the Sun decline Take out their bags and sit them down to dine The Sun was in the middle way And had o'rcome the one half of the day When as the Sun up to the South aspires And seats himself upon dayes glorious Tâ—rone Ascending through heavens brightest azure vault The Sun is now upon the highest hill Of his dayes journey Now the Mid day had made the shadows short The Evening and the Morn of equall port The Rosie Morn resigns her light And milder glory to the Noon North. The frozen pole where winter which no spring can â—ase With blasting cold doth glaze the Sâ—ythian seas The frozen wain The farthest shore Washt by the Northern Ocean Those whom dayes bright flame Sâ—arce warms Their Northeâ—n Pole VVhere a perpetuall winter binds the ground And glazeth up the floods VVhere Phoebus fire scarce thaws the Isickles Cold Champions where No summer warmth the tree doth chear 〈◊〉 Climates which a sullen air infest 〈◊〉 where Galistho drives her frozâ—n team â—â—here raigns the greater and the lesser Bear â—â—hich from their Poles view all things which they please 〈◊〉 never set beneath the western seas 〈◊〉 the Pole of the Parrhasian Maid 〈◊〉 region under th' Erimanthian Bear V. Cold. Boreas Frost Nose The double doored port â—â—here Zephyrus delights to sport 〈◊〉 Arbitrator betwixt the eyes lest they should 〈◊〉 together by th' ears Stands in bucklers place To take the blows for all the face Noyse â—â—lted voices through the Palace rung Confused noise did smite the gilded staâ—s â—â—pplâ—usive murmures with a flood of air 〈◊〉 justling waves against the rocks 〈◊〉 noise made Mars wounded by Diomede Throwing about their rude confused sounds Clamour flew so high â—â—er wings struck heaven and drown'd all voice â—â—ith tumult broke the air Such a shout Made Polyphemus when his eyes went out Driving affrighted Ecchoes through the air â—ike the loud rattle of the drumming wind Like Canons when they disgorge Their fierie vomits So Aetna roars when c. v. Aeâ—na Their shout not that can passe VVhich the loud blasts of â—hracian Boreas On Piniâ— Offa makes and bows amain The rattling wood A noise horrid and as loud As thunder makes before it breaks the cloud Their noise not that of Thracian Boreas Amongst the Pines of Oâ—â—a can surpasse Nor that which Nilus falling water makes Precipitated from the Cataracts A noise that did the wounded air with terrour fill Such noise doth make Enceladus when he his tomb doth shake Enough to make an Earthquake Like â—he roar of a whole herd of lions As loud a noise as make the Hurrican The River trembled underneath his banks To hear the replication of his sounds No longer hold Their bursting joies but through the air was â—oll'd A lengthened shout as when th' Artillerie Of heavens discharg'd along the cleaving Skie With such a foul great noise that you would say Surely some great Arcadian asse did bray Whose noise appalls Worse than ten Irish Funeralls As when confused cries In dead of night rend the amazed Skies That may be heard to the Antipodes V. Murmure Shout Nuptialls v Marriage Nymphs The wanton rangers of the wood That in the Coral woods string pearls upon their hair The beauteous Sylvan Deities That trip upon the Mountains Or delight in groves and fountains That dally on the flowry hill or vallie The buskin'd Deities Nereides Nayades Dryades Hâ—madryades Oreades O. Oak VVHere stately Oaks are in no lesse account For height or spreading than the proudest be That from high Oeta look on Theassaly So fairly drest With spreading arms and curled top that Jove Ne'r braver saw in 's Dodonean grove â—â—â—es that to fate are Tenants of a longer date â—â—â—nce dangle Acorns cradled in their husks â—â—es sacred Tree Chaonian tree Obscure â—â—ling posing perplexing puzling abstâ—use Enigmaticall requiâ—ing a resolution from the Delian Oracle â—â—rdian language Knotâ—y speeches â—here all is veâ—l'd that he that reads divine â—uching the sense at two removes Language that fits the ear â—â—d mouth of Oedipus to speak and hear Language that walks in mists and shrouds â—s meining in the bosome of a cloud Darker than Plato's numbers Carcinus Poems Archimedes Problems Mysterious language â—â—lian verses Observe v. Mark â—â— Argos Io. To behold with an intentive observing eye To look with eyes that own no other object To behold with gazefull jealous eyes Look Old In the downfall of his mellow years Nature hath brought him to the door of death Nature in him stands on the very verge Of deaths confines Descended into the vale of years Struck with the rod of time A face imprest with aged Characters Her teeth dance in her head like Vitginall Jacks Autumnall face Whose face doth show Like stately Abbies ruin'd long ago When a man is daily betwixt the affliction of diseases and the apprehension of death That hath nothing but ice in his veins and earth in his visage One of four score three night-caps and two hairs A chilly frost surpriseth every member And in the midst of June he feels December There is nothing wherein we may see more lamen table marks of the inconstancy of humane things than in the spoils and ruines of her face Trembling limbs shaking voice A bald-head and childish dropping nose Uâ—â—armed gums Loose cheeks and wrincles madâ— As large as those which in the woody shade Of spatious Tabraca the mother ape Deep furrow'd in her aged cheeks doth scrape When age by times imperious law With envious prints the forehead dimmes When drought and leannesse suck and draw The moisture from the withered limbs Old croan that hath outliv'd her teeth That hath three hairs four teeth a brest Like grashoppers an emmets crest A skin more â—ugged than her coat And dugges like spiders webbes His Temples like the swans soft feathers are A charnell house of bones which yet quick Have quite outliv'd their own Arithmetick Her teeth are fallen out but her nose and chin Intend very shortly to be friends and meet about it When deeper years Hath interwoven snow amongst our hairs When we are bruised on the shelf Of time and read Eternall day-light on our head When with the rheum The cough and Pâ—iâ—ick we consume Into an heap of cynders One foot in the grave Charons boat Daily expected by their winding sheeâ— Whose head is covered with an hoary fleece On whom age snows white hairs Whose every wrinckle tells him where the plow Of time hath furrowed to whom ice doth flow In every vein whose aged head wears snow The living snow The live sepulcher The head which age hath cloath'd in white Old as the withered ram Medaea â—lew VVhose age she in the caldron did renew Ready to
stoop into the yawning grave The tomb Yawns to devour him VVhose chill blood and dull declining years c. A man whom hoary hairs call old Upon whose front time many years had told Arrested by crooked age Prest with a burden of so many years As make him stoop under his load A man whom palsie shakes And spectacles befriend When We are become but statues now of men And our own monuments expecting every day When courteous death shall take their life away Age doth power upon his head a silver shower Grizly hairs â—â—gins to cast th' account of many cares Upon his head Decrepit dayes When creeping age shall quench thy sprightly fires And breath cold winter on thy chill desires When ebbing bloods neap-tides shall strike thy limbs With trembling palsies when dry age bedims The Optick sun-shine of thy bed rid dayes Whose bones and veins may be An argument against Philosophy To prove an emptinesse A man declin'd to his Preterperfect tense In the autumn of his mellow age The glasse accuseth to the face Their want of beauty Whom rotten teeth and wrinckled face And head of snowie hairs disgrace Cold age hath frosted his fair hairs Whose hairs do wear the sober hue of gray Envious time â—â—th delv'd her paralels within her brow â—orty winters have besieg'd the brow And dig'd deep trenches up in beauties field When â—able curls are silver'd o'r with white Time hath spilt snow upon your hair Whose hairs contend with snow That wears snow on his shaking head â—â—e in his hear All whose revolting teeth are fled Now carefull age hath pitch'd her painfull plow Upon the surrow'd brow And snowie blasts of discontented care Hath blanch'd the falling hair That bears in his look the Chronicle of many years ago A memento morâ— One whom death hath forgot How many crows hath she outhv'd She Nestor Of a mellow age Rotten ripe That talks behind a beard As his beard him not he his beard did bear Having satisfied the tyranny of time With the course of many years Like a weather beaten Coâ—duit of many Kings raigns A breathing Chronicle Hands prisoners to the palsie Winter faces whose skins slack Lâ—nk as an unthrifts purse but a souls sack Whose eyes seek light within for all here 's shade Whose moâ—ths are holes rather worn out than made Whose every tooth to a several place is gone To vex their souls at Resurrection Living deaths head more antick than ancient Old age Crooked age Deaths twilight Deaths slumber The bloodlesse age when times dull plow Doth print her fuâ—â—ows in the aged brow VVhen Ladies in their glasse Look for their own and find another face The gray summe of years The winter of our life VVhen golden haits do turn to silver wire Nature hath crost her fornoon book and cleaâ—'d that score But scarce gives further trust for any more VVâ—th silver hairs speaking experience Gray hairs the Pursivants of death bed-rid dayes Fâ—osty hairs Chair dayes Decrepit dayes VVithering the face hollowing the â—heumie eyes And makes a man even a mans self despise VVhen death displayes his coldnesse in the cheek Times colder hand leads us near home Deaths Calends When as the Castles two leav'd gates be barâ—'d When as â—he mill-stones language is not heard When horn-mouth'd Bellmans shall affright â—hy slambers Thy untun'd ears shall loath harmonious numbers Each obvious molehill shall augment thy fears And carefull snow shall blanch thy falling hairs When as thy sinews silver cord is loos'd Thy brainâ— goâ—d bowl is broke the undispos'd And idle livers ebbing fountain drâ—'d The bloods Meandring cisterns unsuppli'd When black-mouth'd time Of sullen age approach'd the day When dying pleasures find a full decay VVhen as the Sun and Moon and stars appeâ—r Dark in thy mircrocosmall hemispear VVhen as the clouds of sorrows multiply And hide the châ—ystall of the gloomy Skie VVhen as the keepers of the crazie tower Bepalsie stricken and the men of power Sink as they march and grinders cease to grind Distâ—stfull bread and windows are grown blind Old things As if they had been made Long time before thâ— first Olympiade Old as Evanders moâ—her Fit for an Antiquaries Library A good old man v. Earls Chracters set out by Ed. Blount Chap. 29. Omens Such as were seen Before the Romanes on th' Amathian plain With their own Countries blood their swords distain Sad presages irregularities of natures As ominous as was that voyage when VVhen Caesar did â—ail from Greece to Italy In the small Bark The ominous â—aven with a dismall chear Through his horse beak of following horrour tells Begeâ—ting strange imaginary fear VVith heavy ecchoes like to passing belâ—s The howling dog a dolefull part doth bâ—ar As though they chim'd his latest buâ—ying knell Under the Eves the buzzing screech owl sings Beating his windows with her fatal wings And still affrighâ—ed with his fearfull dreams VVâ—th raging fiends and goblins that he meets Of falling down from steep rocks into streams Of tombs of buriâ—lls and of winding sheets The melting stars their sulphuâ—â—â—s su fâ—t shed The Centre pants with sudden throes And trembling earth a sad distemper shows The sun aâ—â—righted hides his golden heâ—d From hence by an unknown Eâ—lyptick flâ—d Irregular heavens abortive shades display And night usurps the empty throne of day The Meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven The palefac'd Moon looks bloody on the earth And lean-look'd Prophets whisper fearfull change As doth the raven o'r th' infectious house The Skies hung with prodigious signs As if the Scorpion would drop down Out of the Zodiack or the fiercer Lion The croaking ravens Fâ—ag up and down beating the air With their obstreperous beaks The yawning graves have yielded up their dead Fieâ—ce fiery warriours fight upon the clouds In ranks and squadrons and right form of war Which drizzle blood upon the Temples top The noise of battel hurtled in the air Horses do neigh and dying men do groan And Ghosts do shrick and squeal about the streets Lamenâ—ings heard â—'ch air Strange skreams of death and prophesying With accents terrible of dire combustion And confused accents hatch'd to wofull time Th' obscure bird clamour'd the long liv'd night Some say the earth was feaverous and did shake Heart thrilling groanâ— first heard he round his bower And then the screech owl with her utmost power Lâ—bouâ—'d her loathed note the forrests bending with winds as Hecate had been ascending As if some divelish hag were come abroad With some kind mothers late delivered load A â—uthlesse bloody sacrifice to make To those infernall powers that by the Lake Oâ— mâ—ghte Sâ—yx and black Cocytus dwell Swords in the spangled heavens did then by night In th' East and West extend their blazing light Ashâ—s in showers upon the earth did fall Lâ—stre deserts the Sun in height of all His towring pitch The Moon did then look red And â—eâ—rs of blood from her dark Chariot shed Haâ—d â—ocks did groan Arâ—'d troops of foot and horse Incounter
shew how all things were created first V. Hom. Odys Calipso's vâ—ile Dubartas Eden V. Brownes Pastor lib. 2. song 3. Sad Melancholy place The thick growne briar And prickled haw-thorne woven all entire Together clunge and barr'd the gladsome light From any entrance â—itting only night All overgrowne with mosse as nature sate To entertain grief with a cloth of state Bâ—fore the doore to hinder Phoebus view A shady box-tree grasped with a yeugh As in the place behalfe they menac'd war Against the radiance of each sparkling star A place as wofull as my verse A stage made for some wofull Tragedy Where none do tread Except the ghosts of the disturbed dead Where the trees answer to the sighing aire A charnel house All cover'd ore with dead mens ratling bones With reekie shanks and yellow chaplesse sculls A gloomy vale Wrapt with unpleasant shades of yeugh And cypresse sprung from Lovers grave On which the croaking raven with other birds Of night do sit and hollow their sad accents Such as may fitly sympathize with mourning A murmuâ—ing brook of wronged virgins tears A bed of mosse â—â—hered from vaults and charnel houses where â—â—e dead inhabit An uncouth cell â—â—ere brooding darknesse spreads his jealous wings â—â—d the night raven sings Detested vaile â—â— trees though summer yet forloâ—ne and lean â—â—â—come with mosse and balefull missiltoe â—â—e never shines the sun here nothing breeds â—â—lesse the nightly owâ—e or fâ—â—al raven â—â— thousand feinds a thousand hissing snakes 〈◊〉 thousand swelling toads as many urchins â—â—ich make make such fearful and confused cries â—â— any mortall body hearing it â—ould strait fall 〈◊〉 or else dye presently â—â— Grove Cave Darke Silent Plague 〈◊〉 growes the time nor with her wonted chear Or usual dressing â—oâ—h the spring appear â—o cleansing gale of Zephyr mooves the aire â—hile rising foggs obscure the welkin faire â—ithout his showers contagioâ—s Auster blowes â—â—d painted summer no kind fruit bestowes â—or does the sun as yet inflam'd with ire â—â—nd down that wholsome and prolifick fire â—e us'd to do but beams of mortal heat â—nd from the bosome of the twins as great Combustion kindles here as if he then â—â—on the Nemean Lyons back had been â—ithin the farthest easterne lands from whence â—hy breakes breaks forth the fâ—â—al pestilence â—s if with rising Titan it begun â—nd follow'd thence the moâ—ion of the sun â—o Europe then doth hot contagin flie â—â—ing through every part of Italy Death apace â—â— his pale chariot sides through all the land â—o age nor sex escapeâ— his vengefull hand â—oung men in prime of all their strength are stâ—â—ck â—nd yeild the sucking in â—ant whâ—t he took â—â—om nature soonâ—s summoned to repâ—â— â—â—om those soft limbes untimely â—leeâ—s away The new-come soul before it can be growne Acquainted with the tender mansion The aged man not because aged goes But only cause he had a life to loose The mourning grave becomes a marriage bed To brauteous maides preposterously dead One father wailes his son another all His houshold carries in one funeral And for so many debts one mourning serves If one be left to mourne no care preserves Nor antidote can save from this disease Their greatest hope is but to die in peace For oft the fiety sicknesse did invade Reasons coole seat and there prevailing made A strange distraction worse than losse of breath For which their friends wisht as a cure their death The face oft burn'd no moisture had the eye Nor could by tears expresse their misery Some while their dearest friends they do intombe Before that pious office done become Themselves a funeral death makes him to be An herse that came a mourning obsequie Nor doth this venemous contagion Worke the destruction of mankind alone The sheep and caâ—tel perish as if growne On earth quite uselesse since the men are gone Wastly the lawnes the fields of tillage now Aâ—e desolaâ—e while the forsaken plow Nor men nor cattel scarce can exercise Tâ—e oxe in midst of all his labour dies And leaves behind his mourning fellow now Dismist from toyle and service of the plow Who takes no comfort now in shady woods In flowry meadowes or clear Chrystal floods That destiny allots for him remains Although at rest the warlick horse disdaines The pleasant streames and sick forgetteth quite His food and th' honour of a race or fight Even roads and vipers die acquainted growne With venome far more mortal than thier owne Doggs oxen sheepe and savage beasts first die No birds can from the swift infection â—lie â—d swains amazed see their oxen shrinke â—â—ath the yoke and in the furtowes sinke â—â—e fleecie flock with anguish faintly beat â—â—t fall their wool and pine away with heate â—â— generous horse that from the race of late â—â—n'd with honour now degenerates â—indfull of the glory of his prize â—â—nes at his manger and there deedlesse dies â—e bore forgets his rage swift feet now faile â—he Hart no bears the horned heard assaile â—l languish woods fields paths no longer bare â—â— filâ—'d with carkasses that stench the aire â—â—h neither dogges nor greedy fowle how much â—be admired nor hoary wolves would touch â—â— raves the plague amongst our country swains â—â—w in our large and populous city raignes â—â— first their bowels broyle with fervour stretcht â—â— symptomes rednesse hot wind hardly feâ—cht Their furr'd tongues swel their dry jaws gasp for breath â—â—d with the aire inhale a swifter death â—ane could endure or coverture or bed â—â— on the stones their panting bodies spread â—old stones could no wayeâ— mitigâ—te that hear â—â— they beneath those burning burthens sweat â—one cure attempt the sterne disease invades The heartlesse Leech nor Art her authour aides The near ally'd whose care the sick attends â—â— themselves and dye before their friends â—f remedy they see no hope at all â—â— only in approaching funeral Thâ—ee sisters speedy hands cannot suffice â—or breaking threads hath tyâ—'d the destinies â—ly â—â—tians skill himselfe doth still engage Unto the hallow'd ground The â—owling widow hâ—ugh she lov'd him dear â—â— darâ—â— not follow her dead husbands biear V. May's Edward 3. lib 4. V. Seneca's Tragedies Oedipus Act. 1. Planets v. Stars The swimming Islands of the heavens The wandering lampes The rolling seaven 〈◊〉 Jupiter Mars Sol Venus Mercury Luna The wandering spangles of the skie The floating stars Please Nothing can strike the roving fancy more Nothing presents delight In suller measure Satisfie a curious desire Correspondent to the wish Tickling the wanton fancy Such joy it gives as when soft pleasure warmes Joves melâ—iâ—g bosome swath'd in Venus armes Pleiades The seven Atlantick Nymphes Sterope's bright heard Atlas bright daughters Whose rising bring The wealthy pleasures of the painted spring Pleione's issue The watry powers Whose rising melts the clouds to dropping showers Plow To rend the gleabe with crooked plough To cheveron the ground in ridged hills The plowshare ripâ— his mothers wombe To give the aged seed a living tombe To lance
transformation for escape Saddles his finny courser and doth fly Followed by all his scaly infantry Doris and her gray daughters shreeking tear From oft their heads their sea-green locks for fear And Mellicertus speedier doth fly Then when he fled his fathers cruelty His snorting sea horse Triton doth bestride Thrusting his shell-spurs in his brawny side c. Temporizers That shake hands with th' unworthy times Running with the current of the Sâ—ate A participle of the Present tense That danceth to the tune of fortune and studieth For nothing more than to keep time Terrour v. Fear Such terrour as when Jove his tresses shake And makes the earth and fixed stars though fixed shakes Such terrour as when Jove did drown the world Or Phaethon it burn Making every one to stand upon his guard And have a continuall larum bell in his ear Thanks v. Forms of Thanking To Thaw v. Melt To unknit unfetter unlock the ice The Pythian Knight Doth strip the mountains of their snowie lawns The crusted snow dissolves and all those veins Which frost had fettered up in Chrystall chains Are now dissolv'd Theseus Aegeus glorious seed Great Narathon resounds his praise For slaughter of the Cretan bull Vulcans seede By him glad Epidaure beheld to bleed Periphetes Savage Procrustes death Cephisia view'd Elusis Cercyons Scinis ill endued With strength so much abus'd who beeches bent And tortur'd bodies twixt their branches rent He slew If we his years should number with his acts His years would prove a cypher to his facts Ariadne's faithlesse spouse Tâ—at slew the monster of the Labyrinth And the Arthenians from their tribute freed Helens first ravisher Theeves Who dayly marke Those houses which they plunder in the darke Thetis v. Sea Waves Doris fair daughter Nereus fair issue The Queen of seas The Goddesse with the silver feet Fair Queen of waves Achilles beauteous mother The faire Queen of the liquid plains The powerful Lady of the sea Queen regent of the waves Out of whose spatious cisterne daily flow Refreshing streams which as they run do fill Earths duggs the hillocks so preserving still The infant grasse Faire pearle and glory of the sea Thighes The alabaster rocks Supporters of the beauteous frame Soft ivory pillars Well proportioned columnes The sister pillars of soft ivory Thinne Thin as burnt aire Thin as the starved chaps Thin as the unsubstantial ghosts Stretcht to an airy thinnesse Thirst v. Draught My tongue wants moysture and my jawes are dry Scarce is there way for speech Water to me were Nectar Such was Latona's when the Lycian clownes Denied her water No greater is the thirst of Tantalus Thought The still borne issue of the mind Silent discourse the quiet creatures of the soul Tenants of the heart Free inhabitants of the breast That know no prison Free borne issue of the mind That are not subject to an human law Nor but of God and conscience stand in aw The souls still language The minds parliament Thunder v. Lightning Joves hitting shafts Inevitable flame Joves trident Cyclopian darts shafts The vengefull flame He thunders and with hands that cannot erre Hurles lightning The three forkt shaft The breaking cloud rackt by the winds Hot from the cyclops anvile Aerial tumults The throwes and shrieking of the childbed cloud Whilst her hot issue from her cloven wombe Tears out a forced passage Loud Artilery of heaven Loud noises that torment the aire The voice Of angry heaven intrancing with its noise That rend th' amazed firmament and makes Th' affrighted rafters of the skie to shake The balling issue of the sulphury cloud That tears in peeces the wide cheeks of aire Joves fire-breathing horse Wherewith dull earth and wandering rivers quake Yea Stygian fens and horrid dwellings shake Of horrid Taenarus and Atlas bounds Heavens cholerick angry chiding language Heavens arrowes shot from the divided cloud The coughing hoarse barking of the skies Heavens chin-cough Clouds roaring conflicts from their breaches throw Darts of inevitable flames To Tie To knot manacle fetter gyve chain infetter lock Time The eternal clock Swift old dotard Which glides away with undiscovered hast And mocks our hopes The nimble aged syre Swift speedy time feathered with flying houres Whose constant course doth every thing devoure That doth unglosse the flourish set on youth And delves the paralels in beauties brow Whose slippery wheele doth play In humane causes with inconstant sway Motions swiftest measure The motion of the ever whirling wheele Devouring cormorant That common arbitratour The general invader That ever flying minute The moth of nature and of aâ—t Natures book worme The shop and mint of change The universal Justice that tries all things Untangler of all knots Who greedy to devoure His own and all that he brings forth Is eating every piece of houre Some object of the rarest worth Truths aged father The most abhorred Stratagems of night Lurking in cavernes from the glorious light By him perforce are from their dungeons hurld And shew'd as monsters to the wondering world Whose absence all the treasury of earth Cannot buy out Iâ—revocable time Not all The wealth or treasures of the earth recall One of his swift-wing'd minutes back The bald unbribed witnesse Timanthes The famous painter that allow'd no place For private sorow in a princes face Yet that his piece might not exceed belief He cast a veile upon supposed grief Tombe v. Grave The solitary vault The marble monument The guilded marble or the brazen leaves A stone to bear Witnesse that once we were The blind dark vault The chest Which harbours the pale ashes sad dust The vault were the sad ashes lie The coole vault The dark silent roome The monumental vault The melancholy chamber of the earth The marble where we are Slaves to the tyrant wormes Cold burthen of our ashes The gloomy cave That glorious trouble ore the grave The gorgeous pallace of the dead Sad entertainment of the grave The dead's embroydered clothes The sacred vault where ashes proudly dwell And dead as living do their pomp expresse In sumptuous tombes like gorgeous pallaces That sever the good fellowship of dust And spoile their meeting Unenvied mansions of the dead The gloomy house of death Deaths silent mansion That often perjur'd stone bearing a lying postscript Where none can bribe impartial wormes to spare Princes corrupt in marble Tongue The hearts Herald The thoughts Embassadour The minds interpreter The legate of the soul The best worst dish Great litle member That shapes the aire to words Mother of speech Toppe Summit crownet Torch Flaming pines sputtering flames oyly pines Pitchy tapers Torment Strapado rack martyr excruciate grate eate Torne Mangled minc'd scatter'd shatter'd shiver'd anatomiz'd Tower Turret arcenal cittadel Tragedian Whose angry muse doth in her buskins rage And her long tragick robe doth brush the stage Whose numbers thunder and whose quills Fresh drops of death at every word distill The 〈◊〉 of Melpomene Traveller The curious exile Expert in all but home Cosmography