Senses all do take delight Yet you upon my Entrals alwaies bite My flesh cate up that all my bones are bare With the sharpe Teeth of Sorrow Griefe and Care Drawes out my Blood from Veines with envious spight Decaies my Strength with shame or extreame fright With Love extreamly sicke I lye With cruell hate you make me dye Mind Care keeps you from all hurt or falling low Sorrow and Griefe are Debts to Friends we owe. Feare makes man just to give each one his owne Shame makes Civility without there 's none Hate makes good Lawes that all may live in Peace Love brings Society and gets Increase Besides with Joy I make the Eyes looke gay With pleasing Smiles they dart forth every way With Mirth the Cheeks are fat smooth Rosie-red Your Speech flowes Wit when Fancies fill the Head If I were gone you 'ld misse my Company Wish we were joyn'd againe or you might dye A Complaint of VVater Earth and Aire against the Sun by way of Dialogue Moisture to Earth THere 's none hath such an Enemy as I The Sun doth drinke me up when he 's a dry He sucks me out of every hole I lye Drawes me up high from whence I downe do fall In Showers of Raine am broke in peeces small Where I am forc'd to Earth for helpe to call Strait Earth her Porous doors sets open wide And takes me in with hast on every side Then joynes my Limbs fast in a slowing Tide Earth to Moisture Alas Deare Friend the Sun my greatest Fee My tender Buds he blast as they do grow He burnes my Face and makes it 〈◊〉 and dry He sucks my Breast which starves my Young thereby Thus I and all my Young for thirst were slaine But that with Wet you fill my 〈◊〉 againe Aire to Earth and Moisture The Sun doth use me ill as all the rest For his hot Soultry heats do me molest Melts me into a thin and slowing Flame To make him light when men it Day do name Corrupts me makes me full of 〈◊〉 soares Which Putresaction on mens Bodies poures Or else the subtle Flame into mens Spirits run Which makes them raging or starke mad become Drawes me into a length and breadth till I Become so thin with windy wings do flye Never can leave till all my Spirits spent And then I dye and leave no Monument The Sun to 〈◊〉 O most unkind and most ungratefull Earth I am thy Mid-wife brings your Young to Birth I with my heat do cause your Young to grow And with my light I teach them how to go My Sun-Bcames are Strings whereon to hold For feare they fall and breake their Limbs on Cold. All to Maturity I do bring and give Youth Beauty Strength and make Old Age to live The Sun to 〈◊〉 ' ater Sluggish Moisture I active and light make All grosse and corrupt I Humours away take All Superfluity I dry up cleane That nothing but pure Christall water 's seen The hard-bound Cold I loosen and unty When you in Icy Chaines a Prisoner lye With 〈◊〉 your Limbs are nipt and bit with Cold Your smooth and glassie Face makes wrinkled Old I make you nimble soft and faire And Liquid Nourishing and Debonaire The Sun to Aire Aire I purge and make it cleere and bright Black Clouds dissolve which make the Day seem Night The crude raw Vapours I digest and straine The thicker part all into Showers of Raine The thinnest part I turne all into Winds Which like a Broome sweeps out all Dirt it findes The cleerest part turne into Azure Skie Hang'd all with Stars and next the Gods you lye A Dialogue between Earth and Cold. Earth O Cruell Cold to life an Enemy A Misery to Man and Posterity Most envious Cold to Stupifie Mens Braine Destroies that Monarchy where Wit should reigne Tyrant thou art to bind the Waters clear In Chaines of Ice lye fetter'd halfe the yeare Imprisons every thing that dwels in me Shutting my Porous doors no Light can see And smothered am almost up to death Each hole is stopt so close can take no breath Congeales the Aire to massie Clouds of Snow Like Mountaines great they on my Body throw And all my Plants and strong great fruit 〈◊〉 Trees You nip to death or cloath them in course Freeze My fresh green Robes which 〈◊〉 me fine and gay You strip me of or change to black or gray For feare of Cold my Moisture shrinks so low My Head weares bald no 〈◊〉 thereon will grow And breakes the Suns bright 〈◊〉 their heat destroy Which takes away my comfort and my joy And makes my Body stiff so deadly numb'd That in my Veines nothing will fluent run Cold. Why do you thus complaine poore Earth and grieve I give you strength and make you long to live I do refresh you from the Scorching Sun I give you breath which makes you strong become I cloath you from the Cold with Milke-white Snow Send downe your Sap to nourish you below For if that heat should dwell and long time stay His Thirst would drinke your Moisture all away I take nought from you nor do make you poore But like a Husband good do keepe your Store My Ice are Locks and Barrs all safe to keepe From Busie Motion gives you quiet sleepe For heat is active and doth you molest Doth make you worke and never let you rest Heat spends your Spirits makes you crackt and dry Drinkes all him selfe with Thirst you almost dye With Sweating Labour you grow weake and faint I wonder why you make such great complaint Earth Both Heat and Cold in each extreame Degree Two Hells they are though contrary they be Two Devils are torment me with great paines One shoots hot Arrowes th' other ties in Chaines A Dialogue betwixt Earth and Darknesse Earth OHorrid Darknesse and you powers of Night Melancholy Shades made by obstructed Lights Why so Cruell what Evil have I done To part me from my Husband the bright Sun Darknesse I do not part you he me hither sends Whilst Hee rides about to visit all his Friends Besides 〈◊〉 hath more Wives to love then you He never constant is to one nor true Earth You do him wrong for though he Journies make For Exercise he care for me doth take He leaves his Stars and 's Sister in his place To comfort me whilst 〈◊〉 doth run his Race But you do come most wicked 〈◊〉 Night And rob me of that faire and Silver Light Darknesse The Moon and Stars they are but shadowes thin Small Cob-web Lawne they from his Light do spin Which they in scorned do make you to disgrace As a thin Vaile to cover your Ill Face For Moon or Stars have no strong Lights to shew A Colour true nor how you bud or grow Onely some Ghosts do rise and take delight To walke about when that the Moon shines bright Earth Your are deceiv'd they cast no such Disguise Strive me to please by twinkling in the Skies And
would not 〈◊〉 when there are many in the World which are accounted Wise that will venture Life and Honour for a petty Interest or out of Envie or for Revenge sake And why should not I venture when nothing lies at Stake but Wit let it go I shall nor cannot be much Poorer If Fortune be my Friend then Fame will be my Gaine which may build me a Pyramid a Praise to my Memory I shall have no cause to seare it will be so high as Babels Tower to fall in the mid-way yet I am sorry it doth not touch at Heaven but my Incapacity Feare Awe and Reverence kept me from that Work For it were too great a Presumption to venture to Discourse that in my Fancy which is not describeable For God and his Heavenly Mansions are to be admired wondred and astonished at and not disputed on But at all other things let Fancy fiye And like a Towring Eagle mount the Skie Or lik the Sun swiftly the World to round Or like pure Gold which in the Earth is found But if a drossie Wit let 't buried be Under the Ruines of all Memory The Poetresses hasty Resolution REading my Verses I like't them so well Selfe-love did make my Iudgement to rebell Thinking them so good I thought more to write Considering not how others would them like I writ so fast I thought if I liv'd long A Pyramid of Fame to build thereon Reason observing which way I was bent Did stay my hand and ask't me what I meant Will you said shee thus waste your time in vaine On that which in the World small praise shall gaine For shame leave off sayd shee the Printer spare Hee 'le loose by your ill Poetry I feare Besides the Worldhath already such a weight Of uselesse Bookes as it is over fraught Then pitty take doe the World a good turne And all you write cast in the fire and burne Angry I was and Reason strook away When I did he are what shee to me did say Then all in haste I to the Presle it sent Fearing Perswasion might my Book prevent But now 't is done with greife repent doe I Hang down my head 〈◊〉 shame blush sigh and cry Take pitty and my drooping Spirits raise Wipe off my teares with Handkerchiefes of Praise The Poetresses Petition LIke to a Feavers pulse my heart doth beat For fear my Book some great repulse should meet If it be naught let her in silence lye Disturbe her not let her in quiet dye Let not the Bells of your dispraise ring loud But wrap her up in silence as a Shrowd Cause black oblivion on her Hearse to hang Instead of Tapers let darke night there stand In stead of Flowers to the grave her strow Before her Hearse sleepy dull Poppy throw In stead of Scutcheons let my Teares be 〈◊〉 Which greife and sorrow from my eyes out wrung Let those that beare her Corps no lesters be But sad and sober grave Mortality No Satyr Poets to her Funerall come No Altars rays'd to write Inscriptions on Let dust of all forgetfulnesse be cast Upon her Corps there let them lye and waste Nor let her rise againe unlesse some know At Iudgements some good Merits shee can shew Then shee shall live in Heavens of high praise And for her glory Garlands of fresh Bayes An excuse for so much writ upon my Verses COndemne me not for making such a coyle About my Book alas it is my Childe Just like a Bird when her Young are in Nest Goes in and out and hops and takes no Rest But when their Young are fledg'd their heads out peep Lord what a chirping does the Old one keep So I for feare my Strengthlesse Childe should fall Against a doore or stoole aloud I call Bid have a care of such a dangerous place Thus write I much to hinder all disgrace POEMS Nature calls a Councell which was Motion Figure matter and Life to advise about making the World WHen Nature first this World she did create She cal'd a Counsell how the same might make Motion was first who had a subtle wit And then came Life and Forme and Matter fit First Nature spake my Friends if we agree We can and may do a sine worke said she Make some things to adore us worship give Which now we only to our selves do live Besides it is my nature things to make To give out worke and you directions take And by this worke a pleasure take therein And breed the Fates in huswifery to spin And make strong Destiny to take some paines Least she growe idle let her Linke some Chaines Inconstancy and Fortune turne a Wheele Both ' are so wanton cannot stand but reele And Moisture let her poure out Water forth And Heat let her suck out and raise up growth And let sharp Cold stay things that run about And Drought stop holes to keepe the water out 〈◊〉 and Darknesse they will domineere If Motions power make not Light appeare Produce a Light that all the World may see My only Childe from all Eternitie Beauty my Love my Joy and deare delight Else Darknesse rude will cover her with spight Alas said Motion all paines I can take Will do no good Matter a Braine must make Figure must draw a Circle round and small Where in the midst must stand a Glassy Ball Without Convexe the inside a Concave And in the midst a round small hole must have That Species may passe and repasse through Life the Prospective every thing to view Alas said Life what ever we do make Death my great Enemy will from us take And who can hinder his strong mighty power He with his cruelty doth all devoure And Time his Agent brings all to decay Thus neither Death nor Time will you obey He cares for none of your commands nor will Obey your Lawes but doth what likes him still He knowes his power far exceedeth ours For whatso'ere we make he soone devours Let me advise you never take such paines A World to make since Death hath all the gaines Figures opinion did agree with Life For Death said she will fill the World with strife What Forme soever I do turne into Death findes me out that Forme he doth undoe Then Motion spake none hath such cause as I For to complaine for Death makes Motion dye 'T is best to let alone this worke I thinke Saies Matter Death corrupts and makes me stinke Saies Nature I am of another minde If we let Death alone we soone shall finde He wars will make and raise a mighty power If we divert him not may us devoure He is ambitious will in triumph sit Envies my workes and seekes my State to get And Fates though they upon great Life attend Yet feare they Death and dare not him offend Though Two be true and spin as Life them bids The Third is false and cuts short the long threads Let us agree for feare we should do worse And make some worke for to
imply his force Then all rose up we do submit say they To Natures will in every thing obey First Matter she brought the Materialls in And Motion cut and carv'd out every thing And Figure she did draw the Formes and Plots And Life divided all out into Lots And Nature she survey'd directed all With the foure Elements built the Worlds Ball. The solid Earth as the Foundation lai'd The Waters round about as Walls were rais'd Where every drop lies close like Stone or Bricke Whose moisture like as Morter made them sticke Aire as the Seeling keeps all close within Least some Materialls out of place might spring Aire presses downe the Seas if they should rise Would overflow the Earth and drowne the Skies For as a Roofe that 's laid upon a Wall To keepe it steddy that no side might fall So Nature Aire makes that place to take And Fire highest laies like Tyle or Slat To keepe out raine or wet else it would rot So would the World corrupt if Fire were not The Planets like as Weather-fans turne round The Sun a Diall in the midst is found Where he doth give so just account of time He measures all though round by even Line But when the Earth was made and seed did sow Plants on the Earth and Mineralls downe grow Then Creatures made which Motion gave them sense Yet reason none to give intelligence But Nature found when she was Man to make More difficult then new Worlds to create For she did strive to make him long to last Into Eternity then he was cast For in no other place could keep him long But in Eternity that Castle strong There she was sure that Death she could keep out Although he is a Warriour strong and stout Man she would make not like to other kinde Though not in Body like a God in minde Then she did call her Councell once againe Told them the greatest work edid yet remaine For how said she can we our selves new make Yet Man we must like to our selves create Or else he can never escape Deaths snare To make this worke belongs both skill and care But I a Minde will mixe as I thinke sit With Knowledge Understanding and with Wit And Motion you your Serjeants must imploye Which Passions are to waite still in the Eye To dresse and cloath this Minde in fashions new Which none knowes better how to doe 't then you What though this Body dye this Minde shall live And a free-will we must unto it give But Matter you from Figure Forme must take Different from other Creatures Man must make For he shall go upright the rest shall not And Motion you in him must tye a knot Of severall Motions there to meet in one Thus Man like to himselfe shall be alone You Life command the Fates a thread to spin From which small thread the Body shall begin And while the thread doth last not cut in twaine The Body shall in Motion still remaine But when the thread is broke then downe shall fall And for a time no Motion have at all But yet the Minde shall live and never dye We 'le raise the Body too for company Thus like our selves we can make things to live Eternally but no past times can give Deaths endeavour to hinder and obstruct Nature WHen Death did heare what Nature did intend To hinder her he all his force did bend But finding all his forces were too weake He alwaies strives the Thread of life to breake And strives to fill the Minde with black despaire Let 's it not rest in peace nor free from care And since he cannot make it dye he will Send griefe and sorrow to torment it still With grievous paines the Body he displeases And bindes it hard with chaines of strong diseases His Servants Sloth and Sleep he doth imploye To get halfe of the time before they dye But Sleep a friend to Life oft disobeyes His Masters will and softly downe her lay's Upon their weary limbs like Birds in nest And gently locks their senses up in rest A World made by Atomes SMall Atomes of themselves a World may make As being subtle and of every shape And as they dance about fit places finde Such Formes as best agree make every kinde For when we build a house of Bricke and Stone We lay them even every one by one And when we finde a gap that 's big or small We seeke out Stones to fit that place withall For when not fit too big or little be They fall away and cannot stay we see So Atomes as they dance finde places fit They there remaine lye close and fast will sticke Those that unfit the rest that rove about Do never leave untill they thrust them out Thus by their severall Motions and their Formes As severall work-men serve each others turnes And thus by chance may a New World create Or else predestinated to worke my Fate The foure principall Figur'd Atomes make the foure Elements as Square Round Long and Sharpe THE Square stat Atomes as dull Earth appeare The Atomes Round do make the Water cleere The Long streight Atomes like to Arrowes fly Mount next the points and make the Aiery Skie The Sharpest Atomes do into Fire turne Which by their peircing quality they burne That Figure makes them active active Light Which makes them get aboue the rest in flight And by this Figure they stick fast and draw Up other Atomes which are Round and Raw As Waters are round drops though nere so small Which shew that water is all sphericall That Figure makes it spungy spungy wet For being hollow softnesse doth 〈◊〉 And being soft that makes it run about More solid Atomes thrast it in or out But sharpest Atomes have most power thereon To nip it up with Cold or Heate to run But Atomes Flat are heavy dull and slow And sinking downward to the bottome go Those Figur'd Atomes are not active Light Whereas the Longe are like the Sharp in flight For as the Sharpe do pierce and get on high So do the long shoot streight and evenly The Round are next the Flat the Long next Round Those which are sharp are still the highest found The Flat turne all to Earth which lye most low The Round to Water cleer which liquid flow The Long to Aire turne from whence Clouds grow The Sharp to Fire turne which hot doth glow These Foure Figures foure Elements do make And as their Figures do incline they take For those are perfect in themselves alone Not taking any shape but what 's their owne What Forme is else must still take from each part Either from Round or Long or Square or Sharp As those that are like to Triangulars cut Part of three Figures in one Forme is put And those that bow and bend like to a Bow Like to the Round and joynted Atomes shew Those that are Branch'd or those which crooked be You may both the Long and sharp Figures see Thus severall Figures
not 〈◊〉 But that we cannot in our Reason finde As being against Natures Course and Kinde For many things our Senses dull may scape For Sense is grosse not every thing can Shape So in this World another World may bee That we do neither touch tast smell heare see What Eye so cleere is yet did ever see Those little Hookes that in the Load-stone bee Which draw hard Iron or give Reasons why The Needles point still in the North will lye As for Example Atomes in the Aire We nere perceive although the Light be faire And whatsoever can a Body claime Though nere so small Life may be in the same And what has Life may Vnderstanding have Yet be to us as buried in the Grave Then probably may Men and 〈◊〉 small Live in the World which wee know not at all May build them Houses severall things may make Have Orchards Gardens where they pleasure take And Birds which sing and Cattell in the Feild May plow and sow and there small Corne may yeild And Common-wealths may have and Kings to 〈◊〉 Wars Battells have and one another slaine And all without our hearing or our sight Nor yet in any of our Senses light And other Stars and Moones and Suns may be Which our dull Eyes shall never come to see But we are apt to laugh at Tales so told Thus Senses grosse do back our Reason hold Things against Nature we do thinke are true That Spirits change and can take Bodies new That Life may be yet in no Body live For which no Sense 〈◊〉 Reason we can give As Incorporeall Spirits this Fancy faines Yet Fancy cannot be without some Braines If Fancy without Substance cannot bee Then Soules are more then Reason well can see Of many VVorlds in this VVorld JUST like unto a 〈◊〉 of Boxes round Degrees of sizes within each Boxe are found So in this World may many Worlds more be Thinner and lesse and lesse still by degree Although they are not subject to our Sense A World may be no bigger then two-pence Nature is curious and such works may make That our dull Sense can never finde but seape For Creatures small as Atomes may be there If every Atome a Creatures Figure beare If foure Atomes a World can make then see What severall Worlds might in an Eare-ring bee For Millions of these Atomes may bee in The Head of one small little single Pin. And if thus small then Ladies well may weare A World of Worlds as Pendents in each Eare. A VVorld in an Eare-Ring AN Eare-ring round may well a Zodiacke bee Where in a Sun goeth round and we not see And Planets seven about that Stin may move And Hee stand still as some wise men would prove And sixed Stars like twinkling Diamonds plac'd About this Eare-ring which a World is vast That same which doth the Eare-ring hold the hole Is that which we do call the Pole There nipping Frosts may be and VVinter cold Yet never on the Ladies Eare take hold And Lightnings Thunder and great VVinds may blow Within this Eare-ring yet the Eare not know There Seas may ebb and 〈◊〉 where Fishes swim And Islands be where Spices grow therein There Christall Rocks hang dangling at each Eare And Golden Mines as Jewels may they weare There Earth-quakes be which Mountaines vast downe sling And yet nere stir the Ladies Eare nor Ring There Meadowes bee and 〈◊〉 fresh and greene And Cattell feed and yet be never seene And Gardens fresh and Birds which sweetly sing Although we heare them not in an Eare-ring There Night and Day and Heat and Cold and so May Life and Death and Toung and Old still grow Thus Touth may spring and severall Ages dye Great Plagues may be and no Infections nigh There Cityes bee and stately Houses built Their inside gaye and finely may be gilt There Churches bee and Priests to teach therein And Steeple too yet heare the Bells not ring From thence may Pious Teares to Heaven run And yet the Eare not know which way they 're gone There Markets bee and things both bought and sold Know not the price nor how the Markets hold There 〈◊〉 do ruie and Kings do Reigne And Battels fought where many may be slaine And all within the Compasse of this Ring And yet not tidings to the Wearer bring Within the Ring wise Counsellors may sit And yet the Eare not one wise word may get There may be dancing all Night at a Ball And yet the Eare be not disturb'd at all There Rivals Duels sight where some are slaine There Lovers mourne yet heare them not complaine And Death may dig a Lovers Grave thus were A Lover dead in a faire Ladies Eare. But when the Ring is broke the World is done Then Lovers they in to 〈◊〉 run Severall VVorlds in severall Circles THere may be many Worlds like Circles round In after Ages more Worlds may be found If we into each Circle can but slip By Art of Navigatiou in a Ship This World compar'd to some may be but small No doubt but Nature made degrees of all If so then Drake had never gone so quick About the Largest Circle in one Ship For some may be so big as none can swim Had they the life of old 〈◊〉 Or had they lives to number with each day They would want time to compasse halfe the way But if that Drake had liv'd in Venus Star His Journey shorter might have been by farre THE CLASPE WHEN I did write this Booke I took great paines For I did walke and thinke and breake my Braines My 〈◊〉 run out of Breath then downe would lye And panting with short wind like those that dye When Time had given Ease and lent them strength Then up would get and run another length Sometimes I kept my Thoughts with a strict dyet And made them 〈◊〉 with Fase and Rest and Quiet That they might run agen with swifter speed And by this course now Fancies they could breed But I doe feare they 're not so Good to please But now they 're out 〈◊〉 Braine is more at case The Circle of the Brain cannot be Squar'd A Circle Round divìded in foure Parts Hath been a Study amongst Men of Arts Ere since 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 time Hath every Brain been stretch'd upon a Line And every Thought hath been a Figure set Doubts Cyphers are Hopes as Triangulars meet There is Division and 〈◊〉 made And Lines drawne out and Points exactly layd But yet None can demonstrate it plaine Of Circles round a just 〈◊〉 square remaine Thus while the Braine is round no Squares will be While Thoughts are in Divisions no Figures will agree Another to the same Purpose AND thus upon the same account Doubling the Cube must mount And the Triangular must be cut so small Till into Equall Atomes it must fall For such is Mans Curiosity and mind To seek for that which hardest is to find The Squaring of the Circle WIthin the Head of Man 's a
Love Humility kneel'd downe to pray Desires beg'd of all that pass'd that way Poore Doubts did seem as if they quaking stood Yet were they lapt in Mantles of Hope good Generous Faith seem'd bountifull and free She gave to all that askt her Charity All sorts of Opinions in Pulpits seem'd to Preach False Doctrine for Truth might many teach Not that I heard what their Opinions were For Prospects i' th Eye do lye not i' th Eare. A Land-skip STanding upon a Hill of Fancies high Viewing about with Curiosities Eye Saw severall Land-skips under my Thoughts to lye Some Champians of Delights where there did feed Pleasures as Weathers fat and Ewes to breed And Pastures of green Hopes wherein Cowes went Of Probability give Milk of sweet content Some Feilds though plow'd with Care unsow'd did lye Wanting the fruitfull Seed Industry In other Feilds full Crops of Joyes there grow'd Where some Ripe Joyes Fruition downe had mov'd Some blasted with ill Accidents look'd black Others blowne downe with Sorrow strong * lay flat Then did I view Inclosures close to lye Hearts hedg'd about with Thoughts of secrecy Fresh Meadow of green Youth did pleasant seem Innocency as Cowslips grew therein Some ready with Old Age to cut for Hay Some Hay cock'd high for Death to take away Cleare 〈◊〉 of Health ran here and there No Mind of Sicknesse in them did appeare No Stones or Gravell stopt their passage free No Weeds of Paine or Slimy Gouts could see Woods did present my view on the left side Where Trees of high Ambition grew great Pride There Shades of Envie were made of dark Spight Which did Eclipse the Fame of Honours Light 〈◊〉 stood so close not many 〈◊〉 of Praise Could enter in Spight stopt up all the waies But Leaves of pratling Tongues which nere lye still Sometimes speak Truth although most Lyes they tell Then did I a Garden of Beauty view Where Complexions of Roses and Lillies grew And Violets of blew Veines there grow'd Upon the Banks of Breasts most perfect shew'd Lips of fresh Gilly-flowers grew up high Which oft the Sun did kisse as he pass'd by Hands of Narcissus perfect white were set The Palmes were curious Tulips sinely streakt And by this Garden a lovely Orchard stood Wherein grew Fruit of Pleasure rare and good All colour'd Eyes grew there as Bullice gray And Dampsons black which do tast best some say Others there were of the pure blewest Grape And Peare-plum Faces of an ovall Shape Cheeks of Apricotes made red with Heat And Cherry Lips which most delight to eat When I had view'd this Land-skip round about I fell from Fancies Hill and so Wits Sight went out Similizing Thoughts THoughts as a Pen do write upon the Braine The Letters which wise Thoughts do write are plaine Fooles Scribble Scrabble and make many a Blot Which makes them Non-sense speak they know not what Or Thoughts like Pencils draw still to the Life And 〈◊〉 mixt as Colours give delight Sad melancholy Thoughts are for Shadowes plac'd By which the lighter Fancies are more grac'd As through a dark and watry Cloud more bright The Sun breakes forth with his Resplendent Light Or like to Nights black Mantle where each 〈◊〉 Doth clearer seem so lighter Fancies are Some like to Raine-bowes various Colours shew So round the Braine Fantastick Fancies grow Of Thoughts IMaginations high like Cedars shew Where Leaves of new Invention thick do grow Which Thoughts as gentle Winds do blow about And Contemplation makes those Leaves sprout out And Pleasure with Delight as Birds do sing On every Bough to think what Fame they bring Similizing Navigation THE Sea 's like Desarts which are wide and long Where Ships as Horses run whose Breath is strong The Stern-man holds the Reines thereby to guide The Sturdy Steed on foamy 〈◊〉 to ride The Wind 's his Whip to beat it forward on On either side as Stirrops serve each Gun The Sailes as Saddles spread upon the back The Ropes as Girts which in a Storme will crack The Pump the Breech where 〈◊〉 come out The Needle as the Eye guides it about Similizing the Sea to Meadowes and Pastures the Marriners to Shepheards the Mast to a May-pole Fishes to Beasts THE Waves like Ridges of Plow'd-land lies high Whereat the Ship doth stumble downe doth lye But in a Calme levell as Meadowes seem And by its Saltnesse makes it look as green When Ships thereon a slow soft pace they walke Then Mariners as Shepheards sing and talke Some whistle and some on their Pipes do play Thus merrily will passe their time a way And every Mast is like a May-pole high Round which they dance though not so merrily As Shepheards do when they their Lasses bring Whereon are Garlands tied with Silken string But on their Mast instead of Garlands hung Huge Sailes and Ropes to tye those Garlands on Instead of Lasses they do dance with Death And for their Musick they have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Instead of Wine and Wassals drink salt Teares And for their Meat they feed on nought but Feares For Flocks of Sheep great 〈◊〉 of Herrings swim As ravenous Wolves the 〈◊〉 do feed on them As sportfull Kids skip over Hillocks green So dancing Dolphines on the Waves are seen The Porpoyse like their watchfull Dog espies And gives them warning when great Windes will rise Instead of Barking he his Head wil shew Above the waters where they rough do flow When showring Raines power downe and Windes do blow Then fast Men run for Shelter to a Tree So Ships at Anchor lye upon the Sea Comparing VVaves a Ship to Rebellion THus the rough Seas whom highly Windes inrage Assault a Ship and in feirce War ingage Or like rude Multitudes whom Factions swell With ranckled Spleen which makes them to rebell Against their Governours thronging about With 〈◊〉 Noise to throw their power out And if their Power gets the upper-hand They 'l make him sinck and then in Triumph stand Foaming at Mouth as if great Deeds th' had done When they were Multitudes and he but One. So Seas do foam and 〈◊〉 about a Ship And both do strive which shall the Better get Or 〈◊〉 like skil'd Mariners will guide The Ship through 〈◊〉 of Death that do gape wide And to a Haven safe will bring 〈◊〉 in Although through many dangers she did swim Similizing the Head of Man to the VVorld THE Head of 〈◊〉 is like the World made round Where all the Elements in it are found The 〈◊〉 as Earth from whence all Plants do spring And from the Womb it doth all Creatures bring The Fore-head Nose like Hills that do rise high Which over-top the Dales that levell lye The Haire as Trees which long in length do grow And like its Leaves with 〈◊〉 waves to and fro Wit like to severall Creatures wildly runs On severall Subjects and cach other shuns The Blood as Seas doth through the Veines run round The Sweat as Springs by which
that be free Draw 〈◊〉 a Line about the Towne said she There make some works Souldiers intrench therein Let not the wars close at your gates begin With that Desire although young did speak Alas said she Doubt will that small line take So great a compasse will your strength divide A body weak may break through any side Besides the souldiers will more 〈◊〉 be When they a rescue strong behinde them see But in the Castle where lyes all their good There they will fight to the last drop of blood Doubts Assault and Hopes Defence A Boutthe Fort of Hope Doubt intrenched lay Stopt all provisions that should 〈◊〉 that way They dig forth earth to raise up rampiers high Against Hopes Curtains did their Cannon lye The Line being long it seem'd the weakest place Or else to batter down the frontiers face There Pioniers did dig a Mine to spring Balls and Granadoes in the Fort did 〈◊〉 Rams they did place to beat their walls down flat And many other Engines as good as that But as Doubt breaches made in any part Streight Hopes industry soon 〈◊〉 with art Yet Doubt did resolve fierce assaults to make And setting Ladders up the Fort to take When Hope perceiv'd great stones and weights down flung Which many kill'd as they on Ladders hung Many did fall and in the ditch did lye But then fresh men did streight their place supply Upon the walls of Hope many lay dead And those that fought did on their bodies tread Thus various Fortune on each side did fall And Death was onely Conqueror of all A Battle between Courage and Prudence Courage against Prudence a War did make For Rashnesse her foe his favourites sake Rashnesse against Queen Prudence had a spight And did perswade great Courage for to fight Courage did raise an army vast and great That for the numbers Tamberlaine might beat Cloath'd all in 〈◊〉 coats which made a shew And tossing Feathers which their pride did blow Such fiery horses men could hardly weild And in this Equipage they took the field Loud noise of this great Army every where Untill at last it came to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Prudence a Councel call'd of all the wise Aged Experience for her to advise Industry was call'd which close did wait And orders had to raise an Army streight But out alas her Kingdome was so small That scarce an Army could be rais'd of all At last they did about ten thousand get Then Care imployed was them arms to 〈◊〉 Discipline trayn'd and taught each severall man How they should move and in what posture stand Great store of victualls Prudence did provide And Ammunition of all sorts beside The Foot were cloth'd though course in warm array Their wages small yet had they constant pay Well armed they were all Breast Back and Pot Not for to tire them but to keep out shot Each had their Muskets Pikes and Banners right That nothing might be wanting when they fight The Cavalry all arm'd as in a Frock Gauntlet and Pistols and some Fire-locks Swords by their sides and at their Saddle bow Hung Pole-axes to strike and give a blow Horses e'ne such as pamper'd in a Stable But from the Plow which were both strong and able To make a long March or endure a shock That quietly will stand firme as a rock Nor start although the Guns shoot in their face But as they 're guided goe from place to place Prudence for man and Horse she did provide Physitians Surgeons Farriers Smiths beside Wagons and Carts all Luggages to beare That none might want when in the Field they were Strict order she did give to every one For feare that by mistake they should doe wrong And as they marcht Scouts every way did goe To bring Intelligence where lay the Foe And when the Army staid some rest to take Prudence had care what Sentinels to make Men that were watchfull full of industry Not such as are debaucht or lazie lye For Armies oft by negligence are lost Which had they fought might of their valour boast But Prudence She with care still had an eye That every one had Match and Powder by Besides through a wise care though not afraid She alwayes lay intrenched where She stay'd At last the Armies both drew neare in sight Then both began to order for the fight Courage his Army was so vast and great As they did scorne the others when they met Courage did many a scornful message send But Prudence still made Patience by her stand Prudence call'd to Doubt to aske his advise But in his answers he was very nice Hope of that Army great She made but light Perswaded Prudence by any meanes to fight For why said Hope they doe us so despise That they grow carelesse error blindes their eyes Whereby we may such great advantage make As we may win and many prisoners take Then Prudence set her Army in array Chusing their Roman custome and their way In bodies small her Army she did part In Mollops which was done with care and Art Ten on a rank and seven file deep they were Between each part a lane of ground lay bare For single and loose men about to run To skirmish first before the fight begun The Battle order'd in three parts was set The next supplyes when the first part is beat Then Prudence rode about from rank to rank Taking great care to strengthen well the flanke Prudence the Van did lead Hope the right wing Patience the left and Doubt the reare did bring The other Army fiercely up did ride As thinking presently them to divide But they were much deceiv'd for when they met They saw an Army small whose force was great Then did they fight where Courage bore up high For though the worst he had he scorn'd to fly A Description of the Battle in Fight SOme with Sharp Swords to tell O most accurst Were above halfe into the bodies thrust From whence frèsh streams of bloud run all along Unto the Hilts and there lay clodded on Some their Leggs hang dangling by the Nervouse strings And Shoulders cut hung loose like flying wings Here heads are cleft in two parts braines lye masht And all their faces into slices hasht Braines only in the Pia Mater thin Which quivering lyes within that little skin Their Sculls all broke and into peeces burst By Horses hoofes and Chariot wheeles to dust Others their owne heads lyes on their owne laps And Some againe halfe cut lyes on their Paps Whose Tongues out of their mouthes are thrust at length For why the strings are cut that gave them strength Their eyes do stare the lids wide open set The little Nerves being shrunk they cannot shut And Some again those glassie bals hangs by Small slender Strings as Chains to tye the Eye Those Strings when broke Eyes fall which trundling roun Untill the filme is broke upon the ground In death their teeth strong Set their lips left bare Which grinning
And when those tears did fail with their owne weight With new-borne tears supplyed their places strait She held a 〈◊〉 secm'd with courage bold Griese bid her strike but Feare did bid her hold Impatience rays'd her voyce and shricking shrill Which sounded like a Trumpet on a hill Her face was flickt like Marble streak'd with red Caus'd by Griefes vapours flying to her head Her bosome bare her garments loose and wide And in this posture lay by Deaths cold side By chance a man who had a fluent tongue Came walking by seeing her lye along Pittying her sad condition and her griefe Did straine by Rhethorisks help to give reliefe Why doe you mourne said he and thus complaine Since grief wil neither Death nor Gods restraine When they at first all Creatures did create And gave them life to death predestinate Your sorrow cannot alter their 〈◊〉 Nor call back life by your impatiency Nor can the dead from Love receive a beat Nor heares the sound of lamentations great For Death is stupid being numb'd and cold No eares to heare nor eyes for to behold Then mourn no more since you no help can give Take pleasure in your Beauty whiles you live For in the fairest Nature pleasure takes But if you dye then Death his triumph makes At last his words like Keyes unlock'd her eares And then she strait considers what she heares Pardon you Gods said she my murmuring crime My griefe shall ne're dispute your Will Divine And in sweet life will I take most delight And so went home with that fond Carpet-Knight On a Mourning Beauty VPon the Hill of Melancholy sate A Mourning Beauty but no word she spake Silent as Night where no Articulate noyse Did once rise up shut close from light of joyes Only a wind of Sighs which doth arise From the deep Cave the Heart wherein those lyes Saa'nesse as a Vaile over her face was flung Sorrow a Mantle black about her hung Her leaning Head upon her hand did rest The other hand was laid upon the Breast Her Eyes did humble bow towards the ground The Earth the object in her Eyes quite drown'd From her soft Heart a spring of tears did rise Which run from the two fountaines of her eyes And where those Showers fell Flowers up sprung No comfort give their Heads for griefe down hung Yet did the Stars shine bright as Tapers by Shadows of light did sit as Mourners nigh At last the Gods did pitty her sad Fate Her to a shining Comet did translate Of Sorrowes Teares INto the Cup of Love poure Sorrowes teares Where every drop a perfect Image beares And trickling down the Hill of Beauties check Falls on the Breast dives through the Heart to meet Which Heart burnt up would be with fire of grief Did not those tears with moysture give reliefe An Elegy on a Widow WIdow which honour to her Husband gave By vertuous life and faithful to her Grave Set Altars on this Hearse for memory And let her Fame live here eternally Here celebrate her Name and bring Your Offerings and all her praises sing For she was one whom Nature strove to make A Pattern fit Ensamples out to take On a Mother that dyed for griefe of her only Daughter which dyed VNto this Grave let unkind Parents come And touch these loving Ashes in this urne All the dislike Parents in Children find Shall vanish quite and be of Nature kind For in this Tombe such pure Love buried lyes None perfect is but what from hence doth rise On a beautifull young Maid that dyed Daughter to the grieved Mother YOu Lovers all come mourne here and lament Over this Grave and build a Monument For Beauties everlasting memory The world shall never such another see Her face did seem like to a Glory bright And when the Sun did rise from her took light The Sun and Moon could ne're eclips'd have been If ere those Planets had her beauty seen Nor had this Isle been subject to dark nights Had not sleep shut her eyes so stop'd those lights No Bodies could infection take her breath Did cleanse the Aire restoring life from death But Nature finding she had been too free In making such a mighty Power as She Used all Industry's powerfull Art and skil Gave Death a greater power this body to kill For if that Nature let this body live She had no work for Death nor Fates to give The Funerall of Calamity CAlamity was laid on Sorrows Hearse And coverings had of Melancholy verse Compassion as kind friends doth mourning goe And tears about the Corps as flowers strow A Garland of deep sighs by pitty made On the sad Corps of Calamity laid Bels of complaints did ring it to the Grave And History a monument of fame it gave OF a Funerall ALas who shall condole my Funerall Since none is neere that doth my life concern Or who shall drop a sacrificing tear If none but enemies my hearse shall bear For here 's no mourner to lament my fall But all rejoyced in my fate though sad And think my heavie ruine far too light So cruell is their 〈◊〉 and their spight For men no pitty nor compassion have But all in savage wildernesse doe delight To wash and bathe themselves in my pure bloud As if they health receiv'd from that red floud Yet will the Winds ring out my knell And shouring raine fall on my hearse And Birds as Mourners sit thereon And Grasse a covering grow upon Rough stones as Scutchions shall adorne my Tombe And Glow worm burning Tapers stand thereby Night sable covering shall me over-spread Elegies of Man-drakes groans shall write me dead Then let no Spade nor Pick-axe dig me up But let my bones lye quietly in peace For who the dead dislodges from their grave Shall neither blessednesse nor honour have An Elegy on my Brother Lill'd in these unhappy VVarres DEare Brother thy Idea in my minde doth lye And is intomb'd in my sad memory Where every day I to thy Shrine doe goe And offer tears which from my eyes doe flow My heart the fire whose flames are ever pure Laid on Loves Altar last till life endure My sorrows incense strew of sighs fetch'd deep My thoughts doe watch while they sweet spirit sleeps Dear blessed soul though thou art gone yet lives Thy fame on earth and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 praises give But all 's too smal for thy Heroick minde Was above all the praises of Man-kinde Of the death and buriall of Truth TRuth in the Golden Age was healthy strong But in the Silver Age grew leane and wan i th' Brazen Age sore sick abed did lye And in the last hard Iron Age did dye Measuring and Reckoning both being just She as her two Executors did trust Her goods for to distribute all about To her dear friends as Legacies gave out First usefull Arts the life of men to ease Then those of pleasure which the mind doe please Distinguishments from that to this to shew What 's best to