heart in their Philosophy A shallow puddle doth resemblance bear Of Sun Moon Stars and all heav'ns glory there Yet with a finger you may fathom it Seas are too deep for th' Stagirites great wit He on his followers shallownesse doth intail From th' bottom of the well truth gets no bail Surely they dream if dreams in fancy be Fancies are Maxims of Philosophy On Retirement I Leave the world it me yet not alone Nor left have ages for my patrons known Or can I be alone who treat with th' world Which is within your's to th' first Chaos hurl'd I onely then to be alone begin When on my privacies Sciolists crowd in Thus I can pinion time memory recruit From th' Age snatch th' sickle and reap Wisdomes fruit In th' Scheme of th' world my own Nativity finde And there gain eyes to see where Chance is blinde The fool is solitary wise man ne're alone Who hath himself wants no companion Who serves himself is never serv'd amisse Retirement Wisdoms Cousin German is Men live like caged birds crowd and defile Each other while Religion 's in exile Who leaves himself 't is he doth living die Inherits worms who here keeps company All do like worms on putrefaction prey Or in their actions rottennesse display Remote from th' Sun our dayes are there more long Digestion better life and growth more strong Th' worlds glories scorch us dazle or exhale Or sin turns Ethiop or guilt makes us pale Yet when these scorch retire within 's a Cave In our own bodies we may cooling have If Fortunes freeze or more obscured be The souls within a torch light warmth for thee Each sown Umbrella is and his own sun Desert thy self thy joy and light is done Thus you may gain what others strive to seem Let me gain Knowledge others gain Esteem Man a Microcosm NAtures Compendium th' worlds Epitome Our flesh is earth our blood is as a Sea Have heav'n in Knowledge Soul of Gods a ray Which in the night of flesh breaks forth a day What light without that knowledge is within Through th' eyes the windows of our Souls let in To circle bout the world the blood 's a Sun The Stars the senses wâ—…ich their courses run Motions and perturbations of the minde Resemble tempests thunder lightning wind Which in our aëâ—…y Region do arise To cloud the minde and so obscure the Skies These on the blood Commotions once begun We lose th' effect of light by th' clouded sun Tumors like Meteors in our bodies rise The exhalations of impurities And in a Collique or Hysterique fit We feel pent wind a Earthquake make in it Congealed slime like Thunder-bolts we finde By heat of reins in clouds of flesh confin'd Our minde the day is and our flesh the night Death is but darknesse and our life the light Of the Blood POets feign Phoebus blushing sets in red While he descends down to his watery bed Sure in these purple streams the Sun doth glide And in his Crimion Chariot blushing ride While he doth circle through the lesser world Through veins of earth in strange Meanders curl'd Now in a full tide channels doth disdain Flows into flesh and then ebbs back again Thus blood Sun-like gives motion life and sense Spirit and innate heat are nought from hence Distinct from Blood who can the Soul ought call 'T is all in every part and all in all Though Nature seems restor'd by Cock-white broth It is a Sun beam Chariots in the froth Thus man can't get a man unlesse the Sun Club to the act of Generation 'T is light is life 't may place change never dies And by its nature oâ—…ely multiplies How of the body is the Soul the act When without it no body is compact Do we our senses borrow from the brain When before it our senses do remain Or is the heart or liver shops of blood When before either is a purple flood Here is that Plato's here that vestal fire Kindled by Sun-beams which can ne're expire Take away heat 't is Cruor and not blood Streams of impurities issue with this flood Ouseinto flesh and out by Ulcers run Yet ne're were blood no nature took from th' sun Though blood-shews like a heat enamell'd cloud Corruption with discolouring don't shrowd Lord what is man thou should'st thus mindeful be Placing in him this tutelar Deity Water and Earth poor man at best but mud By th' quickning ray of heav'n turn'd flesh and blood When thou but tak'st of heav'n this light away That which before was flesh and blood is clay Gods Tabenacle thus plac'd in the Sun That Giant races must with th' whole world run On the Humours A Tetrasyncrasy must of humours be Nature from discords produce harmony How wisely th' bloody masse is understood Two Cholers black and yellow phlegm and blood Phlegm is so crude it scarce bloods nature takes Blood Choler turns but Choler ne're blood makes Yellow to black by heats exuberance tends Black into none see where perfection ends When Natures work onely Concoction is To gain perfection we arrive at this O happy age from imperfections free Perfections sure mopish or mad to be On the Elements TO answer Humours who four Elements chose Had need the fift their quarrels to compose Sure it is Love doth all together knit Love made the world and Love preserveth it Things diff'rent are but nothing contrary is But as intended or it is remisle Ah! why should Med'ciners in their art agree Since Natures self 's but Contrariety Against Phlebotomy to a Leech PHilosophy ends where Physick doth begin 'T is strangely true for few admit it in Tell stories of Corruption of the blood What 's once corrupt can it return to good To th' habit from privation how 's recesse Phlebotomy's Key not loosing rottennesse Or opening can't distinguish good from bad Would each blood-sucking Leech the knowledge had The treasury of life they 'd not exhaust Take th' price of blood while life with blood is lost To Natures countermiinng not intent To let death in and life out give a vent More merciful Turks thus blood do never spill Under pretence of help nor do they kill Lest to his bloody art th' Leech too much trust To take him off we need from graves fetch dust For Phlebotomy THe Courses Nature doth in Women take To open veins shall we in men forsake VVhere Nature dictates who will not submit She keeps her Monthly terms to plead for it Shee 'll argue à priori by the Nose And by the Breech à posteriori shows VVhen Natures self doth once turn Critical I pray resign no Criticks be at all 'Gainst all Phlebotomy who plead sure jest In th' mood they plead for to refute it best A Piss-pot Prophet SEE th' man of Recipes how his Cloak is lin'd Sure th' insides rich where we such linings finde Can strut not gravely with an ominous look Like Mahomet when from th' Dove he Counsel took Consults with his
th' shadow Lord of death how shall I fear If thou which art my life and light draw near On Our Father VVHo disobey can I Lord Father call Pronounce in heav'n my thoughts nere there at all 'T is I my God have sinn'd 'gainst heav'n and thee Blinded by sin so high I cannot see How shall he Lord say Hallowed be thy name Prophanes thy Image takes in vain the same Thy names a sacrifice Lord which will require To hallow it of flaming zeal a fire But where of Lust's a furnace in the heart Of good desires can it a Lamp impart Or what is Lord thy Kingdome unto me While th' world flesh devil here keep anarchy Yet Lord 't is every where thy pow'rs in hell But with Saints onely dost in mercy dwell Can I desire thy Will may Lord be done Which 'gainst thy Will after my own will run How shall I beg for bread or it obtain For dogs my Lusts thy childrens bread would gain As I forgive would I have thee remit Thou without mercy should'st in Judgement sit Revenge boils in my heart but there doth lie Alas froze near my heart cold Charity Would I into temptation not be led Who run into it am to vertue dead Unto my self temptation a strange devil Incarnate made a forge to frame out evil Tongue of the aged Serpent is the sting My lips are gates which unto death do bring But Lord the Kingdome Power and Glory's thine Let th' Kingdome Power and Glory in me shine Thou Lord a Kingdom makest where thou art A glympse of thine a Paradise doth impart Lord by thy presence Heav'n make in my heart So shall I Father cry which in Heav'n art A Heav'n-inspiring zeal with th' heart inflame A sacrifice mak 't to hallow Lord thy name Thy Kingdom come of grace will shall be done In Earth as Heav'n while Earth a Heav'n hath won Then shall I daily be with Manna fed Have thee within Lord who art Heav'ns sole bread Then shall I be forgiv'n Lord and forgive Can't he want charity who with love doth live Into temptation then I can't be led Thou art th' door truth light way that I must tread How can from ill I not delivered be Who have a Rock a Tower a shield in thee Thine is the Kingdom power and glory 's thine Oh shall I not have all when thou art mine Incerta poenitentia EAch day a market is where we do buy Or unto sale expose eternity Each day 's a ring with good deeds it engrave At the Lambs wedding you this ring must have Time golden Harvests each day doth present The times to be redeem'd that is mispent On the back of sin sorrow and shame doth wait Repentance hasts ne're overtakes or late To all to grieve few to repent is giv'n Whichis begot like pearls of th' dew of heav'n Happy in this snow-water bath their soul It can the burnings of their lust make whole More weep for sin that sin doth them forsake Then that by sin they God an enemy make Such water doth augment not quench Hell flame 'T is true Contritions floods must quench the same Practice of lives not tongues must Christians make He leaves not sin leaves it doth him forsake He loves not God who for himself don't love Who 's glew'd to earth shall nere know God above A Iudas here impiety may veil With kisses vengeance slow yet sure can't fail He 'l break in two discover his black soul If timely pennance wipe not sins black scrol Lord let me hear thy voice while 't is to day Lest hard'ned in sins wildernesse I stray Unto the fiery serpents sting I pray While I forsake thee Lord who art the way Certamors VVAtches and clocks al but the last hour sound That hour should in our conscience be found Sure death 's a riddle th' tablet all unfold By none the meaning can of it be told Yet th' soul surpris'd in lust hell is her share Hell where of misery the Abysses are Hell th' Common-shore of all the filth of th' world Where th' fewel of Gods wrath in fire is hurl'd Where the Salamander-lust shall bath in fire Which here anticipates Hell in loose desire On Earth by Euthymy who a Heav'n don't find The Hell hereafter feels hath here in mind But oh where 's Conscience virtues Correlate Which sugars tears and survives ev'n in fate Where 's that delicious torrent of delight Glancing i th' Cage of flesh a heavenly light From the love of God this Alchymy redowns Iron to gold turns and disgrace to crowns Can he want light dwells in th' midst of th' Sun Thirst from whose belly living waters run Would he have meat thy flesh is meat indeed By faith on thee we may sweet Iesu feed Can he want clothing Lord may put on thee Nor med'cine have of Life thou art the Tree Who wants direction thou aâ—…t Lord the Way The Light Door Truth to guide them thee obey Lord come unto my soul bid it be thine So death shall have no power when life is mine On the Resurrection ARise my God my Sun arise Arise thy side My sin doth hide Thy blood makes pure Thy wounds me cure He ever lives who with thee dies Arise my God my Sun arise Abysses on Abysses call Who God denies First to him flies Where fiends could dwell And make an hell The first sees heav'n of all Abysses on Abysses call See! ah see me purpled o're The scarlets thine Though th' sin were mine Thine was the grave My sins would have The rising thinâ—… I would implore See! ah see me purpled o're In mercy Lord in mercy rise Emit a ray And make a day Where sins black night Hath ravish'd light Thou to the blind Lord first gav'st eyes In mercy Lord in mercy 〈◊〉 This day we Resurrection call Remove the stone My sins are one Ah buried in The grave of sin Shall I no rising have at all This day we Resurrection call Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Come my dear Lord Say but the word Unto my Soul I shall be whole Thou for thy self makâ—…st onely â—…oom Come thou Abyss of sweetness come Ad Animam QUid lenta cessas ah moraris I pete Ignicule sancte Coelites Hinc hinc prophana procul in anis â—…mpia Hinc execrata vanitas Io triumphe proh sona victrix Io Triumphe reboent aethera En en reperta est quae petita fletuum Torrente pragma sedul En lota prodit en nitens en quam refert Puram creantis imaginem Io triumphe plaude Coelitum chore Redeunte plaude prodigo Humana sileant en loquuntur Angeli Quam digna sphaeris musica est The Leper cleans'd HEar Lord hear The Rhet'rick of a tear Hear hear my brest While I knock there Lord take no rest Open ah open wide Thou art the door Lord open hide My sin a spear once entred at thy side See! ah see A Na'mans leprosie Yet here appears A cleansing Iordan in
generous birds a chatring Dawe Makes Country hobnails on the stones strike fire While they her rusâ—…ing petticoats admire Yet the subtile Fox knows th' Asse i th' Lyons skin He hears her bray and knows an Asse within With these froth-born like boyes with froth we play First raise a buble then we blow 't away Talk'd I of Diamonds in a mourning jet To put them off for greater lustre set Or how that fairer widows do disclose The sweets that do inâ—…ich the new blown rose To attract straws we place that blacker jet To take some poor Iack-straw in black you 'r set Don't they deride who praise th' frogs speckled skin The rose that 's withered or wormeaten in Your lips nor cheeks do not partake of th' rose The glory that you gain is by the nose But not so glorious sure none near it come Which by the heat don't suffer martyrdom The Cynqiue humbly would to Statues beg And to each gilded post would make a leg Thus when we gilt toys see with Ladies clothes What 's Lady like we Lady will suppose And court Idolatry to the gay rags pay While phancy with these things of clouts must play Each Knot love knits each pin must wound the heart And Oh 't is rare perâ—…ume if she but Scabs but embosse or an enammels itch Pocks do ingrave Carbuncles face inrich Hath she a red a black or yellow skin O precious wench ruby jet gold 's within We beauties call what may for Mormo's passe Or Acho like turn phrantick by a glasse Or should a Conjuâ—…er in his room them place People would swear the Devil in each face Yet we these puppets move by phancies wire Ev'n lay our selves in dirt to raâ—…se them higher Till rais'd themselves and us they cease to know Abuse seems Courtship who deride them woe We court bad faces not to please our sense But thus to mortifie our Concupiscence Sometimes a deaths head a devotion rears To say a prayer it kisle and leave with tears I never see the ruines of a face But dust to dust I cry and straight embrace Yet my embraces here in bed shâ—…el meer Brings husbands bones or her own winding sheet But should my sins bring an untimely grave I 'd a rare Monument rich embalming have My Aâ—…t should teach the snake new skin assume Or else I 'd bribe corruption with perfume Her gold pearl Diamonds should my Cordials be Against each touch would prompt an Agonie Salacious birds lusts sacrifice should attend And spawning fishes should their Lecheries lend Potato Skirret and Eringo râ—…ot Satyrion Cod resembling should recruit I 'de strength of earth of beasts the marrow have At second hand I 'de give but what 〈◊〉 gave But oh for dirt who would in Earth intomb Earth Air and Sea can't fate a barren womb That gallant wretch which did up Holbornâ—…ide Presented with the choice of rope or bride With a reprieve a lovely piece he spies With sparrow mouth frog skin and ferrets eyes Whose barren womb might but a brothel be Where twins are murder and Adulterie Mariage and hanging both are Deâ—…tiny Cry'd give the easier hangman let me die Brave soul in honours Catalogue have room Better the cursed tree then cursed womb Nuptials fill earth virginity fills Heav'n To barren Widows ah what place is giv'n Hence of corruption bred you gayer mothes No virtue know but what you find in clothes Know no religion 'bove a sundays dresse No Heav'n but there where golden Angels bless Who you 'twixt froth of Cups and phancy Court 'T is not to gain them love but gain them sport Tyr'd with the graver looks of Madam book Thus natures Pamphlets we in sport ore look When vines shall leave the Elm with Coleworâ—…s twine And serpents Court the Ash thou shalt be mine Anthus and Aegithus blood shall mingled be The panther and Hyena's skin agree The Oak and Olive Walnut and Oak agree And masking nature leave antipathie Till then from the Philosopher I 'l vary Said beasts chose like but man his contrary But if I needs my contrary must choose Of all thy sex I could not thee refuse Disgrace of Poetry hence be thou his theam Who whisling cools the horsetails of his team Let him cool thine by fanning thus thy breech Or else the horsewhip take to cure the itch Shine out bright stars in Honors hemispheâ—…r I 'le raise my fortunes â—…x my phancy there Donec gratus eram Horatii A Dialogue betwixt two Lovers VVHile that our souls and arms did twine In amorous circling like the vine Should regal pomp with me but vie 'T would prove enameld slavery While no fond flames of loose desire Did warm thy breast with aliene fire Crown'd joys with mine but plac'd in scale No minuits joy could countervail Exotick Chloe rules my heart Learn'd to tempt souls to th' ear by art For both could one death us suffice Love should make death a sacrifice An amorous youth with mutual fire Meets in complacence my desire For whom I once nay twice could die Could death admit security But what if Venus should return And fires that glow in ashes burn While she revokes to yoaks of brasse Our Love 's more brittle far then glasse Though stars are then my love lesse fair Cork not so light as thee or air Rocks not so deaf or angry Seas Iâ—… true I 'de Court thee a disease To Lydia Instar Lydiae Horatianae VVHen men inrich thy neck with praise And glories with no rose displays Thy arms which wax do imitate My gall impostum'd swels with hate I burn while sots thy skin defile And rosebuds in thy lips do spoil To leave love-marks trust me in vain They love not who dare lips prophane Ah be not prodigal of blisse Venus makes Nectar of a kisse Happy thrice nay more for ever Where loves chain is broken never Nor rash complaint a linck can force While death suâ—…s forth a long divorce E Martiale CRas te victurum cras dicis `posthume semper Dic mihi cras istud posthume quando venit Quam longe cras istud ubi est aut unde petendum Thou saist thou wilt to morrow live to morrow ever When will that morrow come ah tell me never How farr 's that morrow whence where to be fetch'd What can the Parthians or Armenians teach't What hath it Priams age or Nestors years I st to be bought tell me what price it bears Thou say'st thou wil'st too morrow live this day 's too late Yesterdaies life shoul d this daies Antedate To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E. P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt DIrt and Gold are in one Mine A place of sin thou dost refine For greater lustre thus are set Bright Diamonds by blacker jet Come gaudy anticks transform'd Apes By virtues glasse here mend your shapes Who would of virtue picture take He by this pattern must it make Come Haereticks of the sex a sight Of her may make a Proselyte Her words 'gainst sin
Chillingworth against Knot 21 Mr. Brightman on the Revelation ib. Mr. Mede ib. Dr. Potter ib. Mr. Cotton ib. On Bishop Laud against Fisher ib. On Doctor Hammond 22 To a Lawyer who said Though men might speak against those that are called Gospellers none justly against them were called Lawyers 23 On Mâ—…gna Charta 24 The Character of Loyall Friendship To his Honoured Coz Euseby Petsant 25 To the Son of the late King 27 Newes for Newes to a degenerate Cavalier 28 To a degenerate thing falsely call'd a Noble 29 A Character of a Compleat Gentleman To John Cotton Esq Heir to the Knâ—…wledge and Virtue as well as to the Honour and Fortunes of his Ancestors To his Coz Geo Boswel Esq rich in Desert as Fortune 30 Nobility innobled A Character of the most excellent Mâ—…rquis of Dorehester Earl of Kingstone The Lord Pierrepont 32 On Thomas Lord Wentworth Earl of Strafford ib. Summum jus summa injuria in jure Regni 33 On Poverty 34 The pleasures of the world 35 A defence of Curiosity An unsetled minde in unsetled times to weak Calumny and proud Ignorance â—…6 The Character of a good Widow Memoriae sacrum Heroniae adeo exoptatissimae medullitus dilectiss materterae Eliz. Boswel Epitaph 39 On the death of Mistris E. Kinesm whom age had transform'd to a Skeleton ib. To a painted Lady a Calf spotted Lusts Idol like the Idol of the Egyptians 40 To a Lady of Pleasure 41 To his Lady Book 43 On Retirement 45 Man a Microcosm 46 Of the Blood ib. On the Humours 48 On the Elements ib. Agaâ—…nst Phlebotomy to a Leech ib. For Phlebotomy 49 A Piss-pot Prophet ib. To a Gigger to Padua Valentia and Leyden Doctors 51 On Suburban non-Licentiates who Fox-like call the Colledge Grapes sowre 52 On the excellent Dr. Glisson ib. The sequestred Priest pidling in Physick 53 The fugitive Chymick ib. On Sigils ib. On the Astrologicall Quack 54 Oglio of Quacks ib. On Noah Big's vanity of the Craft of Physick 55 On Noah Bigs 56 On Fontinels ib. On Van Helmont 57 On Doctor Harvey ib. On Dr. George Ent 59 On Dr. Brown his Religio Mediâ—…i and Vulgar Errors 60 On Dr. George Bowle of Oundle 61 On the death of his inviscerately affected friend Richard Watson Esq Chryrurgeon to his late Majesty of England 62 The Poetaster ib. On Homer 63 On Scaligeâ—… 64 On Musaeus ib. On Hesiod ib. On Theocritus Mosius and Theognis 65 On Virgil ib. Chymerica Poesis On the sight of a yellow skin'd Lady 66 The praise of a yellow skin or an Elizabeth in Gold 67 To a Lady wondring why I prais'd a yellow skin 68 To Aureola or the yellow skin'd Lady asking who could love a Fancy 69 To a refin'd Lady 70 On an Ethiopian beauty M. S. ib. Of the black Lady with grey eyes and white tooth 71 The praise of his Mistris ib. On a blew Point given by a Lady on Valentines day to her Valentine and preach'd against by a Parson who call'd it a Rag of Superstition 73 On the Refin'd Lady 74 On the wearing of the Tag of her blew Pâ—…int ib. On Pentepicta A Lady with enamell'd Teeth black white and yellow F. W. 75 On Flavia A yellow hair'd Lady E. W. ib. On a Crooked Lady M. V. 76 The praise of Thick and Short 77 To Dionysia the plump Lady S D. ib. On Monocula a one eyâ—…d Lady M. W. 78 To Eugenia a defence of Iuvenile wildenessâ—… 79 To a man of Office under the late K. who called Detraction Love and Calumny Good Counsell 80 The ingenious Lady E. V. to I. L. contemning hâ—…r age 81 The Answer ib. A Palinode On a resolution to do pennance with Ashes 82 To Eugenia 83 On a retired Lady 84 To a Lady singing Mistake me not 85 Love wing'd 86 To one wondering at my various coloured Mistris ib. The vanity of Courtship devotion to Relicks asserted and confuted 87 Donec gratus eram Horatii A Dialogue betwixt two Lovers 92 To Lydia Instar Lydiae Horatirnae 93 E Martiale ib. To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt 94 On Marriage 95 On the World 97 On Our Father 99 Incerta poenitentia 010 Certamors rrecti 101 On the Resuâ—… 102 Ad Animam 103 The Leper cleans'd 104 The good Samaritan 105 Vox Poenitentiae 106 Spirit Flesh 107 Soul and Christ ib. Of Prayer 108 To the Soul 109 On the Nativity 110 FINIS