Motion directs while Atomes dance ATomes will dance and measures keep just time And one by one will hold round circle line Run in and out as we do dance the Hay Crossing about yet keepe just time and way While Motion as Musicke directs the Time Thus by consent they altogether joyne This Harmony is Health makes Life live long But when they 're out 't is death so dancing's done The difference of Atomes and Motion in youth and age IN all things which are young Motion is swift But moving long is tir'd and groweth stiff So Atomes are in youth more nimble strong Then in old Age but apt more to go wrong Thus Youth by false Notes and wrong Steps doth dye In Age Atomes and Motion weary downe do lye Motions Ease is Change weary soone doth grow If in one Figure she doth often go Motion makes Atomes a Bawd for Figure DID not wild Motion with his subtle wit Make Atomes as his Bawd new Formes to get They still would constant be in one Figure And as they place themselves would last for ever But Motion she perswades new Formes to make 〈◊〉 Motion doth in Change great pleasure take And makes all Atomes run from place to place That Figures young he might have to imbrace For some short time she will make much of one But afterwards away from them will run And thus are most things in the World undone And by her Change do young ones take old 's roome But 't is butt like unto a Batch of Bread The Floure is the same of such a Seed But Motion she a Figure new mould bak'd Because that She might have a new hot Cake Motion and Figure A Figure Sphoeericall the Motion 's so Streight Figures in a darting Motion go As severall Figures in small Atomes bee So severall Motions are if we could see If Atomes joyne meet in another Forme Then Motion alters as the Figures turne For if the Bodies weighty are and great Then Motion 's slow and goes upon lesse feet Out of a Shuttle-cocke a feather pull And flying strike it as when it was full The Motion alters which belongs to that Although the Motion of the hand do not Yet Motion Matter can new Figures find And the Substantiall Figures turne and wind Thus severall Figures severall Motions take And severall Motions severall Figures make But Figure Matter Motion all is one Can never separate nor be alone Of the Subtlety of Motion COuld we the severall Motions of Life know The Subtle windings and the waies they go We should adore God more and not dispute How they are done but that great God can doe 't But we with Ignorance about do run To know the Ends and how they first begun Spending that Life which Natures God did give Us to adore him and his wonders with With fruitlesse vaine impossible pursuites In Schooles Lectures and quarrelling Disputes But never give him thanks that did us make Proudly as petty Gods ourselves do take Motion is the Life of all things AS Darknesse a privation is 〈◊〉 Light That 's when the Opticke Nerve is stopt from Light So Death is even a cessation in Those Formes and Bodies wherein Motions spin As Light can only shine but in the Eye So Life doth only in a Motion lye Thus Life is out when Motion leaves to bee Like to an Eye that 's shut no Light can see Of Vacuum SOme thinke the World would fall and not hang so If it had any empty place to go One cannot thinke that Vacuum is so vast That the great World might in that Gulfe be cast But Vacuum like is to the Porous Skyn Where Vapour * goeth out and Aire takes in And though that Vapour fills those places small We cannot thinke but first were empty all For were they all first full they could not make Roome for succession their places for to take But as those Atomes passe and repasse through Yet still in empty places must they go Of the Motion of the Sea IF that the Sea the Earth doth run about It leaves a Space where first the Tide went out For if the Water were as much as * Land The Water would not stir but still would stand Which shewes that though the Water still goes round Yet is the Land more then the Water found But say the 〈◊〉 that 's moveable without Which being thin gives leave to run about Or like a Wheele which Water makes to go So Aire may the Water make to flow But if that Aire hath not roome to move It cannot any other Body 〈◊〉 Besides what drives must needs be stronger far Then what it drives or 〈◊〉 it would not stir If so then 〈◊〉 of strengths must be In Motions power to move Eternally But say all things do run in Circles line And every part doth altogether joyne They cannot in each others places stir Unlesse some places were 〈◊〉 empty bare For take a Wheele circumference 〈◊〉 without And Center too it cannot 〈◊〉 about If Breadth and Depth were full leaving no space Nothing can stir out of the selfe same place Ebbing and Flowing of the Sea THE Reason the Sea so constant Ebbs and Flowes Is like the 〈◊〉 of a Clocke which goes For when it comes just to the Notch doth strike So water to that empty place doth like For when it Flowes Water is cast out still And when it Ebbs runs back that place to fill Vacuum in Atomes IF all the 〈◊〉 Long Sharpe Flat and 〈◊〉 Be onely of one fort of Matter 〈◊〉 The Hollow Atomes must all empty be For there is nought to fill Vacuitie Besides being severall 〈◊〉 though but small Betwixt those Bodies there is nought at all For as they range about from place to place Betwixt their Bodies there is left a 〈◊〉 How should they move having no space between For joyning close they would as one Lumpe seem Nor could they move into each others place Unlesse there were somewhere an Empty space For though their Matter 's infinite as Time They must be fix'd if altogether joyne And were all Matter fluid as some say It could not move having no empty way Like Water that is stopt close in a 〈◊〉 It cannot stir having no way to passe Nor could the 〈◊〉 swim in Water thin Were there no 〈◊〉 to crowd those waters in For as they Crowd those waters on heapes high Must some waies rise to Place that empty lye For though the water 's thin wherein they move They could not stir if water did not shove Of Contracting and Dilating whereby Vacuum must needs follow COntracting and Dilating of each part It is the chiefest worke of Motions Art Yet Motion can't dilate nor yet contract A Body which at first is close compact Unlesse at first an empty place was found To spread those Compact Bodies round Nor 〈◊〉 matter can contract up close But by contracting it some place must lose The Attraction of the Earth THE reason Earth
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
in every Figure That every severall sort do flock together As Aire Water Earth and Fine Which make each Element to be entire Not but loose 〈◊〉 like Sheep stray about And in t o severall places go in andout And some as Sheep and Kine do mixe together Which when they mixe t is severall change of weather But Motion as their 〈◊〉 drives them so As not to let them out of order go What Atomes make Vegetables Minerals and Animals THE Eranched Atomes Formes each 〈◊〉 thing The hooked points pull out and m akes them spring The Atomes Round give Juice the Sharpe give heate And those grow Hearbs and Fruits and Flowers sweet Those that are Square and Flat not rough withall Make those which Stone and Minerals we call But in all Stones and Minerals no doubt Sharpe points do lye which Fire makes strike out Thus Vegetables Minerals do grow According as the severall Atomes go In Animals all Figures do agree But in Mankinde the best of Atomes bee And thus in Nature the whole World may be For all we know unto Eternitie What Atomes make Heate and Cold. SSuch kinde of Atomes which make Heat make Cold Like Pincers sharpe which nip and do take hold But Atomes that are pointed sharpe peirce through And Atomes which are sharpe but Hookt pull to Yet all must into pointed Figures turne For Atomes blunt will never freeze nor burne Cause 〈◊〉 Figures do to a soft Forme bend And Soft do unto 〈◊〉 or Liquid tend What Atomes make Fire to burne and what Flame WHat makes a Sparks of Fire to burne more quick Then a great Flame because 't is small to stick For Fire of it selfe it is so dry Falls into parts as crowds of Atomes lye The Sharpest Atomes keepe the Body hot To give out Heat some Atomes forth are shot Sometimes for anger the Sparkes do flye about Or want of roome the weakest are thrust out They are so sharpe that whatsoere they meet If not orepowr'd by other Atomes eate As Ants which small will eate up a dead Horse So Atomes sharpe on Bodies of lesse force Thus Atomes sharpe yet sharper by degrees As Stings in Flies are not so sharpe as Bees And when they meet a Body solid stat The weakest Flye the Sharpest worke on that Those that are not so sharpe do flye about To seeke some lighter matter to eate out So lighter Atomes do turne Aire to Flame Because more Thin and 〈◊〉 is the same Thus Flame is not so hot as Burning Coale The Atomes are too weake to take fast hold The sharpest into firmest Bodies flye But if their strength be small they quickly dye Or if their Number be not great but small The 〈◊〉 Atomes beate and quench out all What Atomes make the Sun and the Sea go round ALL pointed Atomes they to Fire turne Which by their drinesse they so light become Above the rest do flye and make a Sun Which by consent of parts a Wheele of Fire growes Which being Sphaericall in a round motion goes And as it turnes round Atomes turne about Which Atomes round are Water without doubt This makes the Sea go round like Water-Mill For as the Sun turnes round so doth the water still What Atomes make Life ALL pointed Atomes to Life do tend Whether pointed all or at one end Or whether Round are set like to a Ring Or whether Long are roul'd as on a String Those which are pointed streight quick Motion give But those that bowe and bend more dull do live For Life lives dull or merrilie According as Sharpe Atomes be The Cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes make Death LIfe is a Fire and burnes full hot But when Round watry Atomes power have got Then do they quench Lifes Atomes out Blunting their Points and kill their courage stout Thus they sometimes do quite thrust out each other When equall mix'd live quietly together The cause why things do live and dye Is as the mixed Atomes lye What Atomes cause Sicknesse WHen sicke the Body is and well by fits Atomes are fighting but none 〈◊〉 better gets If they agree then Health returnes againe And so shall live as long as Peace remaine What Atomes make a Dropsie WHen Atomes round do meet joyne in one Ball Then they swell high and grow Hydropicall Thus joyning they ' come strong so powerfull grow All other Atomes they do overflow What Atomes make a Consumption THE Atomes sharpe when they together meet They grow so hot all other Atomes beate And being hot becomes so very dry They drinke Lifes moisture up make motion dye What Atomes make the wind Collick LOng aiery Atomes when they are combin'd Do spread themselves abroad and so make Wind Making a Length and Breadth extend so far That all the rest can neither go nor stir And being forc'd not in right places lye Thus press'd too hard Man in great paine doth lye What Atomes make a Palsey or Apoplexy DUll Atomes flat when they together joyne And with each other in a heape combine This Body thicke doth stop all passage so Keeps Motion out so num'd the Body grow Atomes that are sharpe in which Heate doth live Being smothered close no heate can give But if those Atomes flat meet in the Braine They choake the Spirits can no hea te obtaine In all other Diseases they are mixed taking parts and factions BUT in all other Diseases they are mix'd And not in one consisting Body fix'd But do in factions part then up do rise Striving to beate each other out Man dies All things are govern'd by Atomes THus Life and Death and young and old Are as the severall Atomes hold So Wit and Vnderstanding in the Braine Are as the severall Atomes reigne And Dispositions good or ill Are as the severall Atomes still And every Passion which doth rise Is as the severall Atomes lies Thus Sicknesse Health and Peace and War Are alwaies as the severall Atomes are A warr with Atomes SOme factious Atomes will agree combine They strive some form'd Body to unjoyne The Round beate out the Sharpe the Long The Flat do fight withall thus all go wrong Those which make Motion Generall in their war By his direction they much stronger are Atomes and Motion fall out WHen Motion and all Atomes disagree Thunder in Skies and sicknesse in Men bee Earthquakes and Windes which make disorder great T is when that Motion all the Atomes beate In this confusion a horrid noise they make For Motion will not let them their right places take Like frighted Flocks of Sheepe together run Thus Motion like a Wolfe doth worry them The agreement of some kinde of Motion with some kinde of Atomes SOme Motion with some Atomes well agree Fits them to places right as just may bee By Motions helpe they so strong joyne each to That hardly Motion shall againe undo Motions inconstancy oft gives such power To Atomes as they can Motion devoure
Cold As Haile-stones are more strength thereby doth hold Then Flakes of Snow may have more quantity Then Haile-stones yet not have more force thereby They fall so soft they scarce do strike our Touch Haile-stones we feele and know their weight too much But Figures that are Flat are dull and slow Make weake Impression wheresoe're they go For let ten times the quantity of Steele Be beaten thin no hurt by that you 'le feele But if that one will take a Needle small The Point be Sharpe and presse the Flesh withall Strait it shall hurt and put the Flesh to paine Which with more strength that shall not do that 's plaine Although you presse it hard against the Skin May heavy feele but shall not enter in So may the Wind that 's thinly rarified Presse us downe but it shall not peirce the side Or take a Blade that 's flat though strong and great And with great strength upon the Head that beat The skull may breake seldome knocke out the Braines Which Arrowes sharpe soone do and with lesse paines Thus what is small more subtle is and quicke For all that 's small in Porous Bodies sticke Then are the Winds more cold when they do blow Broke into Atomes small then streaming flow For all which knit and closely do compose Much stronger are and give the harder Blowes This shewes what 's neerest absolute to bee Although an 〈◊〉 to its small degree Take quantity for quantity alike Vnion more then Mixture hard shall strike Of Stars WEE finde in the East-Indies Stars there bee Which we in our Horizon did nere fee Yet we do take great paines in Glasses cleere To see what Stars do in the Skie appeare But yet the more we search the lesse we know Because we finde our Worke doth endlesse grow For who doth know but Stars we see by Night Are Suns wich to some other Worlds give Light But could our outward Senses pace the Skie As well as can Imaginations high If we were there as little may we know As those which stay and never do up go Then let not Man in fruitlesse paines Life spend The most we know is Nature Death will send Of the Motion of the Sun SOmetimes we finde it Hot and sometimes Cold Yet equall in Degrees the Sun doth hold And in a Winters day more Heate have found Then Summer when the Sun should parch the Ground For if this heate doth make him gallop fast Must ever equall be or stay his haste If so then Seas which send a Vapour high May coole his Courage so in the mid way lye Besides the middle Region which is cold And full of Ice will of his strength take hold Then t is not heat that makes him run so fast But running fast doth heat upon Earth cast And Earth sends Vapours cold to quench his beate Which breake his strength and make his Beames so weake Of the Suns weaknesse THE Sun doth not unto the Center go He cannot shoot his Beames so deep and low For a thicke Wall will breake his Arrowes small So that his heate can do no hurt at all And Earth hath Armes so thicke to keepe out all His cry Darts which he on her lets fall A Fire in the Center AS Heate about the Heart alwaies keeps nigh So doth a Fire about the Center lye This heate disperses through the Body round And when that heate is not no Life is found Which makes all things she sends to bud and beare Although the Suns hot Beames do ne're come there But yet the Sun doth nourish all without But Fire within the Earth gives Life no doubt So heate within begets with Childe the Earth And heate without is Mid-wise to her Birth The Sun is Nurse to all the Earth beares THough the Earth to all gives Forme and Feature Yet the Sun is Nurse to every Creature For long she could not live without his Heate Which is the nourishing and ripening Meate Just as a Childe is got and born of Man It must be fed or 't will soone dye agen What makes Eccho THE same Motion which from the Mouth doth move Runs through the Aire which we by Eccho prove As severall Letters do a word up-joyne So severall Figures through the Aire combine The Aire is waxe words Seale and give the Print Those words an Eccho in the Aire do 〈◊〉 And while those Figures last Life domaintaine When Motion weares it out is Eccho slaine As Sugar in the Mouth doth melt and taste So Eccho in the Aire it selfe doth waste Of Rebounds REbounds resisting substance must worke on Both in its selfe and what it beates upon For yeilding 〈◊〉 which do bow or breake Can ne're Rebound 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 like 〈◊〉 speake Then every word of Aire formes a Ball And every Letter like a 〈◊〉 doth fall Words are condensed Aire which heard do grow As water which by Cold doth turne to Snow And as when Snow is pres'd hard Balls become So words being pres'd as Balls do backward run Of Sound A Sound seemes nothing yet a while doth live And like a wanton Lad mocke Answers give Not like to Soules which from the Body go For Eccho hath a Body of Aire we know Yet strange it is that Sound so strong and cleere Resisting Bodies have yet not appeare But Aire which subtle is encounter may Thus words a Sound may with selfe Eccho play Grow weary soone and cannot hold out long Seemes out of breath and faulter with the Tongue Of Shadow and Eccho A Shadow fell in love with the bright Light Which makes her walke perpetually in her sight And when He 's absent then poore Soule she dyes But when He shewes himselfe her Life revives She Sister is to Eccho loud and cleere Whose voice is heard but no Body appeare She hates to see or shew her selfe to men Unlesse Narcissus could live once agen But these two Soules for they no Bodies have Do wander in the Aire to seeke a Grave Silence would bury on the other Night Both are denied by Reflections spight And each of these are subject to the Sense One strikes the Eare Shadow the Eye presents Of Light SOme thinke no Light would be without the Eye T is true a Light our Braine could not descry And if the Eye makes Light and not the Sun As well our Touch may make the Fire to burne Of Light and Sight PHilosophers which thought to reason well Say Light and Colour in the Braine do dwell That Motion in the Braine doth Light beget And if no Braine the World in darknesse Shut Provided that the Braine hath Eyes to see So Eyes and Braine do make the Light to 〈◊〉 If so poore Donne was out when he did say If all the World were blind 't would still be day Say they Light would not in the Aire reigne Unlesse you le grant the World were one great Braine Some Ages in Opinion all agree The next doth strive to make them salse to be But what is doth
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
Throne Nor like the Firmament with Stars thick strowne Makes Hell appeare with a Majestick Face Because there are so many in that Place Fame never could so great a Queen have bin If Wits Invention had not brought Arts in Your Court by Poets fire is made light Quencht out you dwell as in perpetuall Night It heats the Spirits of Men inflames their blood And makes them seek for Actions great and good Then be you just since you the ballance hold Let not the Leaden weights weigh downe the Gold It were Injustice Fame for you to make A Servant low his Masters place to take Or 〈◊〉 that pick the Purse you should preferre Before the Owner since condemn'd they were His are not Servants Lines but what He leaves Theeves steale and with the same the World deceives If so great Fame the World will never care To worship you unlesse you right preferre Then let the best of Poets find such grace In your faire Eyes to choose him first in place Let all the rest come offer at thy Shrine And shew thy selfe a Goddesse that 's divine I at your word will Homer take said Fame And if he proves not good be you to blame Vlisses bowed and Homer kis'd her hands Then were they joyn'd in Matrimoniall Bands And Mercury from all the Gods was sent To give her joy and wish her much content And all the Poets were invited round All that were knowne or in the World were found Then did they dance with measure and in time Each in their turne took out the Muses nine In Numbers smooth their Feet did run Whilst Musick plaid and Songs were sung The Bride and Bridegroome went to bed There Homer got Fames Maiden-head A Dialogue betwixt Man and Nature Man T Is strang How we do change First to live and then to dye Is a great misery To give us sense great paines to feele To make our lives to be Deaths wheele To give us Sense and Reason too Yet know not what we 're made to do Whether to Atomes turne or Heaven up flye Or into new Formes change and never dye Or else to Matter Prime to fall againe From thence to take new Formes and so remaine Nature gives no such Knowledge to Man-kind But strong Desires to torment the Mind And Senses which like Hounds do run about Yet never can the perfect Truth find out O Nature Nature cruell to Man-kind Gives Knowledge none but Misery to find Nature Why doth Man-kind complaine and make such Moane May not I work my will with what 's my owne But Men among themselves contract and make A Bargaine for my Tree that Tree will take Most cruelly do chop in peeces small And formes it as he please then builds withall Although that Tree by me was made to stand Just as it growes not to be cut by Man Man O Nature Trees are dull and have no Sense And therefore feel not paine nor take offence But Beasts have life and Sense and Passion strong Yet cruell man doth kill and doth them wrong To take that life I gave before the time I did ordaine the injury is mine What Ill man doth Nature did make him do For he by Nature is prompt thereunto For it was in great Natures power and Will To make him as she pleas'd either good or ill Though Beast hath Sense feels paine yet whilst they live They Reason want for to dispute or grieve Beast hath no paine but what in Sense doth lye Nor troubled Thoughts to think how they shall dye Reason doth stretch Mans mind upon the Rack With Hopes with Joyes pull'd up with Feare pull'd back Desire whips him forward makes him run Despaire dothwound and pulls him back agen For Nature thou mad'st Man betwixt Extreames Wants perfect Knowledge yet thereof he dreames For had he bin like to a Stock or Stone Or like a Beast to live with Sense alone Then might he eate or drink or lye stone-still Nere troubled be either for Heaven or Hell Man knowledge hath enough for to inquire Ambition great enough for to aspire And Knowledge hath that yet he knowes not all And that himselfe he knoweth least of all Which makes him wonder and thinks there is mixt Two severall Qualities in Nature fixt The one like Love the other like to Hate By striving both hinders Predestinate And then sometimes Man thinks as one they be Which makes Contrariety so well agree That though the World were made by Love and hate Yet all is rul'd and governed by Fate These are Mans feares mans hopes run smooth and high Which thinks his Mind is some great Deity For though the body is of low degree In Sense like Beasts their Soules like Gods shall be Saies Nature why doth Man complaine and crye If he beleives his Soule shall never dye A Dialogue betwixt the Body and the Mind Body WHat Bodies else but Mans did Nature make To joyne with such a Mind no rest can take That Ebbs and slowes with full and falling Tide As Minds dejected fall or swell with Pride In Waves of Passion roule to Billowes high Alwaies in Motion never quiet lye Where Thoughts like Fishes swim the Mind about Where the great Thoughts the smaller Thoughts cate out My Body the Barque rowes in Minds Occan wide Whose Waves of Passions beat on every side When that dark Cloud of Ignorance hangs low And Winds of vaine Opinions strong do blow Then Showers of doubts into the Mind raine downe In deepe vast Studies my Barque of flesh is drown'd Mind Why doth the Body thus complaine when I Do helpe it forth of every Misery For in the World your Barque is bound to swim Nature hath rigg'd it out to trafficke in Against hard Rocks you breake in 〈◊〉 small If my Invention helpe you not in all The Load-stone of Attraction I find out The Card of Observation guides about The Needle of Discretion points the way Which makes your Barque get safe into each Bay Body If I ' seape drowning in the Watry Maine Yet in great mighty Battels I am slaine By your Ambition I am forc'd to fight When many 〈◊〉 upon my Body light For you care not so you a Fame may have To live if I be buried in a Grave Mind If Bodies fight and Kingdomes win then you Take all the pleasure that belongs thereto You have a Crowne your Head for to adorne Upon your Body Jewels are hung on All things are sought to please your Senses Five No Drugge unpractis'd to keepe you alive And I to set you up in high Degree Invent all Engines us'd in Warre to be T is I that make you in great triumph sit Above all other Creatures high to get By the Industrious Arts which I do find You other Creatures in Subjection bind You cate their Flesh and after with their Skinne When Winter comes you lap your Bodies in And so of every thing that Nature makes By my direction you great pleasure takes Body What though my
some time abide And in the Brest with feigned Friend-ship lye Till to the Death he stings him cruelly Thus some as Birds and Beasts and Flies are such To every Creature men resemble much Some like to soaring Eagle mount up high Wings of Ambition beare them to the Skie Or like to Hawkes flye 〈◊〉 to catch their Prey Or like to 〈◊〉 beare the Chick away Some like to Ravens which on Carrion feed And some their spight feed on what slanders breed Some like to Peacock proud his taile to shew So men that Followers have will haughty grow Some Melancholy Owles that hate the Light And as the Bat flyes in the Shades of Night So Envious Men their Neighbour hate to see When that he Shines in great Prosperity Keep home in discontent repine at all Until some Mischiefe on the Good do fall Others as chearfull Larkes sing as they flye So men are merry wich have no Envie And some as Nightingales do sweetly sing As Messengers when they good Newes do bring Thus Men Birds Beasts in Humours much agree But severall Properties in these there bee T is proper for a lively Horse to neigh And for a slow dull foolish Asse to bray For Dogs to bark 〈◊〉 roare Wolves houle Pigs 〈◊〉 For Men to frowne to weep to laugh to speake Proper for Flyes to buzze Birds sing and chatter Onely for Men to promise sweare and flatter So Men these Properties can imitate But not their Faculties that Nature made Men have no Wings to flye up to the Skie Nor can they like to Fish in waters lye What Man like Roes can run so swift and long Nor are they like to Horse or Lions strong Nor have they Sent like Dogs a Hare to find Or Sight like Swine to see the subtle wind Thus severall Creatures by severall Sense Have better far then Man Intelligence These severall Creatures severall Arts do well But Man in generall doth them far excell For Arts in Men as well did Nature give As other qualities in Beast to live And from Mens Braines such fine Inventions flow As in his Head all other heads do grow What Creature builds like Man such Stately Towers And make such things as Time cannot devoure What Creature makes such Engines as Man can To traffick and to use at Sea and Land To kill to spoile or clse alive to take Destroying all that other Creatures make This makes Man seem of all the World a King Because hee power hath of every thing He 'l teach Birds words in measure Beast to go Makes Passions in the Mind to ebb and flow And though he cannot flye as Birds with wings Yet he can take the height and breadth of things He knowes the course and number of the Stars But Birds and Beasts are no Astrologers And though he cannot like to Fishes swim Yet Nets Ho makes to catch those Fishes in And with his Ships hee 'l circle the World round What Beast or Bird that can do so is found Hee 'l fell downe Woods with Axes sharp will strike Whole Heards of Beasts can never do the like What Beast can plead to save anothers Life Or by his Eloquence can end a Strife Or Counsels give great Dangers for to shun Or tell the Cause or how Eclipses come Hee 'l turne the Current of the Water cleare And make them like new Seas for to appeare Where Fishes onely in old waters glide Can cut new Rivers out on any side Hee Mountaines makes so high the Cloudes will touch Mountaines of Moles or Ants scarce do so much What Creature like to Man can Reasons shew Which makes him know that he thereby doth know And who but Man makes use of every thing As Goodnesse out of Poyson Hee can bring Thus 〈◊〉 is filled a with strong Desire And by his Rhet'rick sets the Soule on Fire Beasts no Ambition have to get a Fame Nor build they Tombes thereon to write their Name They never war high Honour for to get But to secure themselves or Meat to eat But Men are like to Gods they live for ever shall And Beasts are like themselves to Dust shall fall Of the Ant. MArk but the little Ant how she doth run In what a busie motion 〈◊〉 goeth on As if the ordered all the Worlds Affaires When t is but onely one small Straw shee bearcs But when they find a Flye which on the ground lyes dead Lord how they stir so full is every Head Some with their Feet and Mouths draw it along Others their Tailes and Shoulders thrust it on And if a Stranger Ant comes on that way Shee helpes them strait nere asketh if shee may Nor staies to ask Rewardes but is well pleas'd Thus paies her selfe with her owne Paines their Ease They live as the Lacedemonians did All is in Common nothing is forbid No Private Feast but altogether meet Whole some though Plaine in Publick do they eat They have no Envie all Ambition's downe There is no Superiority or Clowne No Stately Palaces for Pride to dwell Their House is Common called the 〈◊〉 Hill All help to build and keep it in repaire No ' speciall work-men all Labourers they are No 〈◊〉 keep no 〈◊〉 they have to sell For what each one doth eat all welcome is and well No Jealousie each takes his Neighbours Wife Without Offence which never breedeth 〈◊〉 Nor fight they Duels nor do give the Lye Their greatest Honour is to live not dye For they to keep in life through Dangers run To get Provisions in 'gainst Winter comes But many loose their Life as Chance doth fall None is perpetuall Death devoures all A Morall Description of Corne. THE yellow Bearded Corne bowes downe each Head Like Gluttons when their Stomack 's over-fed Or like to those whose Wealth make heavie Cares So doth the full-ripe Corne bow downe their Eares Thus Plenty makes Oppression given small 〈◊〉 And 〈◊〉 is a Disease Yet all that Nature makes aspiring runs Still for ward for to get nere backward turnes Untill the Sight of Death doth lay them low Upon the Earth from whence at first they grow Then who would hoard up Wealth and take such paines Since nothing but the Earth hath all the Gaines No Riches are but what the Mind doth keep And they are poore who from the Earth do seek For Time that feeds on Life makes all things fall Is never satisfied yet eates up all Then let the Mindes of Men in peace to rest And count a Moderation still the best Nor grumble not nor covet Natures Store For those that are content can nere be poore And blesse the Gods submit to their 〈◊〉 Think all things best what they are pleas'd shall 〈◊〉 For he that murmures at what cannot mend Is one that takes a thing at the wrong End A Discourse of Beasts WHO knowes but Beasts as they do lye In Meadowes low or else on Mountaines high But that they do contemplate on the Sun And how his daily yearely Circles run Whether
with ore-nice Pedantry The Hunting of the Hare BEtwixt two Ridges of 〈◊〉 land lay Wat Pressing his Body close to Earth lay squat His Nose upon his two Fore-feet close lies Glaring obliquely with his great gray Fyes His Head he alwaies sets against the Wind If turne his Taile his Haires blow up behind Which he too cold will grow but he is wise And keepes his Coat still downe so warm he lies Thus resting all the day till Sun doth set Then riseth up his Reliefe for to get Walking about until the Sun doth rise Then back returnes downe in his Forme he lyes At last Poore Wat was found as he there lay By Hunts-men with their Dogs which came that way Seeing gets up and fast begins to run Hoping some waies the 〈◊〉 Dogs to shun But they by Nature have so quick a Sent That by their Nose they trace what way he went And with their deep wide Mouths set forth a Cry Which answer'd was by Ecchoes in the Skie Then Wat was struck with Terrour and with Feare Thinkes every Shadow still the Dogs they were And running out some distance from the noise To hide himselfe his Thoughts he new imploies Under a Clod of Earth in Sand-pit wide Poore Wat fat close hoping himselfe to hide There long he 〈◊〉 not sat but strait his Eares The Winding 〈◊〉 and crying Dogs he heares Starting with Feare up leapes then doth he run And with such speed the Ground scarce treades upon Into a great thick Wood 〈◊〉 strait way gets Where underneath a broken Bough he sits At every Lease that with the wind did shake Did bring such 〈◊〉 made his Heart to ake That Place he left to Champian Plaines he went Winding about for to deceive their Sent. And while they 〈◊〉 were to sind his Track Poore Wat being weary his swift pace did slack On his two hinder legs for ease did sit His Fore-feet rub'd his Face from Dust and Sweat Licking his Feet he wip'd his Eares so cleane That none could tell that Wat had hunted been But casting round about his faire great Eyes The Hounds in full Careere he 〈◊〉 him ' spies To Wat it was so terrible a Sight Feare gave him Wings and made his Body light Though weary was before by running long Yet now his Breath he never felt more strong Like those that dying are think Health returnes When t is but a faint Blast which Life out burnes For Spirits seek to guard the Heart about Striving with Death but Death doth quench them out Thus they so fast came on with such loud Cries That he no hopes hath left nor help espies With that the Winds did pity poore Wats case And with their Breath the Sent blew from the Place Then every Nose is busily imployed And every Nostrill is set open wide And every Head doth seek a severall way To find what 〈◊〉 or Track the Sent on lay Thus quick Industry that is not slack Is like to Witchery brings lost things back For though the Wind had 〈◊〉 the Sent up close A Busie Dog thrust in his 〈◊〉 Nose And drew it out with it did foremost run Then Hornes blew loud for th' rest to follow on The great slow-Hounds their throats did set a Base The Fleet swift Hounds as Tenours next in place The little Beagles they a Trebble sing And through the Aire their Voice a round did ring Which made a Consort as they ran along If they but words could speak might sing a Song The Hornes kept time the Hunters shout for Joy And valiant seeme poore Wat for to destroy Spurring their Horses to a full Careere Swim Rivers deep leap Ditches without feare Indanger Life and Limbes so fast will ride Onely to see how patiently Wat died For why the Dogs so neere his Heeles did get That they their sharp Teeth in his Breech did set Then tumbling downe did fall with weeping Eyes Gives up his Ghost and thus poore Wat he dies Men hooping loud such Acclamations make As if the Devill they did Prisoner take When they do but a shiftlesse Creature kill To hunt there needs no Valiant Souldiers skill But Man doth think that Exercise and Toile To keep their Health is best which makes most spoile Thinking that Food and Nourishment so good And Appetite that feeds on Flesh and Blood When they do Lions Wolves Beares Tigers see To kill poore Sheep strait say they cruell be But for themselves all Creatures think too few For Luxury wish God would make them new As if that God made Creatures for Mans meat To give them Life and Sense for Man to eat Or else for Sport or Recreations sake Destroy those Lifes that God saw good to make Making their Stomacks Graves which full they fill With Murther'd Bodios that in sport they kill Yet Man doth think himselfe so gentle mild When he of Creatures is most cruell wild And is so Proud thinks onely he shall live That God a God-like Nature did him give And that all Creatures for his sake alone Was made for him to Tyramize upon The hunting of the Stag. THere was a Stag did in the Forrest lye Whose Neck was long and Hornes branch'd up high His Haunch was broad Sides large and Back was long His Legs were Nervous and his Joynts were strong His Haire lay sleek and smooth upon his Skin None in the Forrest might compare with him In Summers heat he in coole Brakes him laies Which grew so high kept of the Suns hot Raies In Evenings coole or dewy Mornings new Would he rise up and all the Forrest view Then walking to some cleare and Christall Brook Not for to Drink but on his Hornes to look Taking such Pleasure in his Stately Crowne His Pride forgets that Dogs might pull him downe From thence unto a Shady Wood did go Where Streightest Pines and tallest Cedars grow And upright Olives which th' loving Vine oft twines And slender Birch bowes head * to golden Mines Small Aspen 〈◊〉 which shakes like Agues cold That from perpetuall Motion never hold The sturdy Oake on Foamy Scas doth ride Firre which tall Masts doth make where Sailes are tied The weeping Maple and the Poplar green Whos 's Cooling Buds in Salves have healing been The Fatting Chestnut and the Hasle small The Smooth-rind Eeech which groweth large and tall The Loving Myrtle is for Amorous kind The yeilding Willow as inconstant Mind The Cypres sad which makes the Funerall Hearse And Sicomors where Lovers write their Verse And Juniper which gives a pleasant smell And many more which were too long to tell Round from their Sappy Roots sprout Branches small Some call it Vnder-wood that 's never tall There walking through the Stag was hindred much The bending Twigs his Hornes would often catch While on the tender 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 did bronse His Fyes were troubl'd 〈◊〉 the broken 〈◊〉 Then strait He seaks this Labyrinth to unwind But hard it was his first way out to find Unto this Wood a rising
boileth fast Then stirs it with a Ladle of Distast The Fat of Gluttons in the Pot did flow And Roots of severall Vices in did throw And severall Hearbs as aged Time that 's dry Heart-burning Parsley Buriall Rosemary Then powers it out into Repentant Dishes And sends it up by Shadowes of vaine Wishes A Heart drest LIfe takes a Heart and Passions puts therein And covers it with a dissembling Skin Then take some Anger that like Pepper bite And Vinegar that 's sharp and made of Spight Hot Ginger of Revenge grated in Flunge To which she addes a lying cloven Tongue A lazy flake of Mace that lies downe flat Some Salt of Slander put also to that Then serves it up with Sauce of Jealousie In Dishes of Carefull Industry Head and Braines ABraine that 's wash'd with Reasons cleare From Grosse Opinions Dulnesse lying there And Judgment hard and sound is grated in Whereto is squeesed Wit and Fancies thin A Bunch of Sent Sounds Colours tied up fast With Threads of Motion and strong Nerves to last In Memory then stew them with long Time So take them up and put in Spirits of Wine Then poure it forth into a Dish of Touch The Meat is good although it is not much A Tart. LIfe took some Floure made of Complexions white Churnd Butter by Nourishment as cleane as might And kneads it well then on a Board it laies And roules it oft and so a Pye did raise Then did she take some Cherry Lips that 's red And Sloe-black Eyes from a Faire Virgins Head And Strawbery Teats from high Banks of white Breast And Juice from Raspes Fingers ends did presse These put into a Pye which soone did bake Within a Heart which she strait hot did make Then drew it out with Reasons Peele and sends It up to Nature she it much commends A Dissert SWeet Marmalade of Kisses new gathered Preserv'd Children that are not Fathered Sugar of Beauty which melts away soon Marchpane of Youth and Childish Macaroon Sugar Plum-words most sweet on the Lips And wafer Promises which wast into Chips Bisket of Love which crumbles all away Gelly of Feare that quaking quivering lay Then came in a fresh Green-sicknesse Cheese And tempting Apples like those eat by Eve With Creame of Honour thick and good Firm Nuts of Friend-ship by it stood Grapes of delight dull Spirits to revive Whose Juice t is said doth Nature keep alive Then Nature rose when eat and drank her fill To rest her selfe in Ease she 's pleas'd with still Natures Officers ETernity as Vsher goeth before Destiny as Porter keepes the Doore Of the great World who lets Life out and in The Fates her Maides this Thread of Life do spin Mutability orders with great Care Motion her Foot-boy runneth every where Time as her Page doth carry up her Traine But in his Service little doth he gaine The daies are the Surveyors for to view All Natures workes which are both old and new The Seasons foure their Circuites by turnes take Judges to order and distribute make The Months their Pen-clerks write downe every thing Make Deeds of Gifts and Bonds of all that spring Lifes Office is to pay and give out all To Death which is Receiver when he call Natures House THE Ground whereon this House was built upon Was Honesty that hates to do a Wrong Foundations deep were laid and very sure By Love which to all times will firm indure The Walls strong Friend-ship Hearts for Brick lay thick And Conflancy as Morter made them stick Free-stone of Obligations Pillars raise To beare high Roofed thanks seil'd with praise Windowes of Knowledge let in Light of Truth Curtaines of Joy wh'are drawne by pleasant Youth Chimnies with Touch-stone of Affection made Where Beauty the Fuell of Love is laid The Harth is innocent Marble white Whereon the Fire of Love burnes cleare and bright The Doores are Cares Misfortunes out to shut That cold Poverty might not through them get Besides these Roomes of severall Passions built Some on the right hand others on the left This House the out-side 's tyl'd with Noble Deeds And high Ambition covers it with Leades Turrets of Fame are built on every side And in this Palace Nature takes great pride This House is furnished best of Natures Courts For hung it is with Virtues of all sorts As Morall Virtues and with those of Art The last from Acts the first is from the Heart Comparing the head to a Barrell of VVine THE Head is like a Barrell which will break If Liquors be too strong but if they 're weake They will the riper grow by lying long Close kept from Vent the Spirits grow more strong So Wit which Nature in a Braine tuns up Never leaves Working if it close be shut Will through Discretions burst and run about Unlesse a Pen and Inke do tap it out But if the Wit be small then let it lye If Broacht to soon the Spirits quickly dye Comparing of VVits to VVines MAlaga Wits when broach'd which Pens do peirce If strong run strait into Heroick Verse Sharp Claret Satyrs searching run about The Veines of Vice before it passes out And makes the Blood of Virtue fresh to spring In Noble Minds Faire Truth 's Complexions bring But all high Fancy is in Brandy Wits A Fiery heat in Vnderstanding sits Natures VVardrope IN Natures Wardrope there hangs up great store Of severall Garments some are rich some poore Some made on Beauties Stuff with Smiles are lac'd With lovely Favour is the out-side fac'd Some fresh and new by Sicknesses are rent Not having care the same for to prevent Physick and good Diet sowes close againe That none could see where those slits did remaine Some worne so bare with Age that none could see What Stuff it had been or what it might bee Others were so ill-shap'd and Stuff so course That none would weare least Nature did inforce And severall Mantles Nature made were there To keep her Creatures warm from the Cold Aire As Sables Martin and the Fox that 's black The powder'd Ermines and the feirce wild Cat. Most of her Creatures She hath clad in Furre Which needs no Fire if they do but stir And some in 〈◊〉 She clads as well as Haire And some in Scales others do Feathers weare But Man She made his Skin so smooth and faire It needs no Feathers Scales Wool nor Haire The out-side of all things Nature keeps here Severall Creatures that She makes to weare Death pulls them off and Life doth put them on Nature takes care that none puts on the wrong Nature hath but two sorts of Stuffs whereon All Garments which are made that Life puts on But yet such severall Sorts there is to weare That seldome any two alike appeare Bnt Nature severall Trimmings for those Garments makes And severall Colours for each Trimming takes Soule and Body GReat Nature She doth cloath the Soule within A Fleshly Garment which the Fates do spin And
the Sun of Charity did melt Those Icy Wants so Liberty she felt And Oares of honest Industry did row Till gentle Gales of Friend-ship made it go But when the Stormes of Dangers all were past Upon the Coast of it was cast Yet was this Ship so totter'd tome and rent That none but Gods the Ruine could prevent A Lady drest by Love HER Haire with Lovers Hopes curl'd in long Rings Her Braides plaited hard with his Protestings Yet often times those curled Haires went out With Lovers windy Feares and 〈◊〉 of Doubt Strings of threaded Teares about her Neck she wore Dropt from her Lovers Eyes whose Image bore His Sighs as Pendants hung at either Eare Sometime were troublesome if heavie were Of Admiration was her Gowne made on Where Praises high imbroyder'd were upon Ribbons of Verses Love hung here and there 〈◊〉 the severall Fancies were With some the tied her Looking-Glasse of Pride And Fan of good Opinion by her side Sometimes Love Pleasure took a Veile to place Of Glances which did cover all her Face A Souldier arm'd by Mars A Head 〈◊〉 made of Prudence where 's his Eye Of Judgments Dangers or Mistakes to ' spy His breast-plate made of Courage to keep out Bullets of Feare or Blowes of timorous Doubt And on his Hands Gauntlets of active Skill Wherewith he held a Pole-axe of good Will His Sword was a strong and stiff-mettell'd Blade For it was all of pure bright Honour made A 〈◊〉 which Fortune gave his Wast did tye 〈◊〉 thick with Stars of Purple dye A Plume of valiant Thoughts did on his Head-peece 〈◊〉 A 〈◊〉 Cloake of Merit about him was His Spurs rowell'd with Hope which peirc'd the side Of strong Ambition whereon he did ride Thus he was arm'd and for great Fame did fight She was his 〈◊〉 he her Champion Knight A Lady arest by Youth HER Haire was curles of Pleasures and Delight Which through her Skin did cast a glimmering Light As Lace her bashfull Eye-lids downwards hung A Modest Countenance over her Face was flung Blushes as Corall 〈◊〉 she strung to weare About her Neck and Pendants for each Eare. Her Gowne was by Proportion cut and made With Veines Imbroydered with Complexion laid Light words with Ribbons of Chast Thoughts up ties And loose Behaviour which through Errours 〈◊〉 Rich Jewels of bright Honour she did weare By Noble Actions plac'd were every where Thus drest to Fames great Court strait waies she went There danc'd a Brall with Touth Love Mirth Content A Woman drest by Age. A Milk-white Haire-lace wound up all her Haires And a deafe Coife did cover both her Eares A sober Countenance about her Face she ties And a dim Sight doth cover halfe her Eyes About her Neck a Kercher of course Skin Which Time had crumpl'd and worne Creases in Her Gowne was turn'd to Melancholy black Which loose did hang upon her Sides and Back Her Stockings Crampes had knit Red Worsted Gout And Paines as Garters tied her Legs about A paire of 〈◊〉 Gloves her Hands draw on With 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 stitch'd and 〈◊〉 trimm'd upon Her Shoes were Cornes and hard Skin sow'd together Hard Skin were Soles and Cornes the upper Leather A Mantle of Diseases laps her round And thus shee 's drest till Death laies her in Ground The Chorus THus Love and War and Age and Youth did meet In scenes of Poetry and numbers sweet War took out Love and Age did take out Youth And all did dance upon the Stage of Truth The Bride UPon her Head a Crowne of Jewels put And every Jewell like a Planet cut The Diamond Carbuncle and Ruby Red The Saphir Topas and Green Emerald His Face was like the Sun that shined bright And all those Jewels from her Face took Light A Chaine of Gold the Destinies had linckt And every Link a good Effect had in 't And as the Zodiack round the World doth bind So doth the 〈◊〉 about her Body wind A Cloath of Silver 〈◊〉 the Fates did spin Where every Thread was twisted hard therein Her Haire in curles hung loose which Cupid blowes Betwixt those Curles her Shoulders white he shewes Youth strew'd green Rushes to the 〈◊〉 Gate In 〈◊〉 Charriot she rid on in State With great Applause her Charrioteer drove on Eyes of Delight as 〈◊〉 run along And to the Altar this faire Bride was led By Blushing Modesty in Crimson red And Innocence drest in Lilly white And Hymen beares the Torch that burned bright Her Traine was car ried up by Graces Three As lovely Hope and Faith and Charity The Bridegroome THE Bridegroome all was drest by Honours fine And was attended by the Muses Nine Vertue Flowers strew'd of Dispositions sweet In honest waies to walk on gentle Feet A 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 upon his Head And both by Fortitude and Justice lead Over his Crowne a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 did set Which Fortune often striv'd away to get And many 〈◊〉 of severall Censures rung And all the Streets was with Inquiry hung And in a Charriot of good Deeds did ride And many thankfull Hearts run by his side To the Temple THus to the Temple the Bride and Bridegroome went Though 〈◊〉 strove the Marriage to prevent Hymen did joyne their Hands their Hearts did tye Not to dislolve untill their Bodies dye The Gods did joyne their Soules in Wedlock-Bands In Heavens Record their Love for ever stands A Masquer drest by Vanity spoke the Epilogue his Dresse HIs Persum'd powder in 's long curles of Haire He made Lime-twigs to catch a Maid that 's faire His Glistring Suit which every 〈◊〉 Pride lac'd Is made a Bawde for to corrupt the Chast. A Cut-work Band which 〈◊〉 had wrought A price by which his Mistresse Love was brought Silk Stockings Garters Roses all of Gold Are Bribes by which his Mistresse Love doth hold His severall colour'd Ribbons which he weares As Pages to his 〈◊〉 Letters beares Feathers like Sailes which wave with every Wind Yet by those Sailes hesindes his 〈◊〉 kind His 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 deludes a simple Maid Perswades her all is Truth when all 's False he said Vanities Epilogue to the Thoughts NOblest you see how finely I am drest Yet all is Counterfeit that 's here exprest Vanity doth cheat you all and doth take Pride For to allure you from 〈◊〉 Virtues Side TO Silver Ribbens turn'd was every Haire Knots of Experience every one tied there Cover'd his Head was all with Wisedomes Hat Good Managements as Hat-band about that His Garments loose yet Manly did they sit Though Time had crumpl'd them no 〈◊〉 did get His Cloake made of a free and noble Mind And all with Generosity was lin'd And Gloves of Bounty his hands drew on Stich'd with Love free Hearts were trimm'd upon A Sword of Valour hung close by his side To cut of all base Feares and haughty Pride His Boots were Honesty to walk upon And Spurs of good Desires tied them on Thus he was drest by Honour and by Time
The one did give him Wit the other made him Fine Honours Epilogue NOble Spectators pray this learne by me That nothing without Honour Time can perfect be Honour doth dresle the Mind with Virtuous Weeds And is the Parent to all Noble Deeds Time doth the Body dresse with Touth and Age And is great Natures Chamber-maid and Page If in Times Cabinet great Spoiles you find The Fault is Ignorance who 's Stupid blind Which Carelesse is and tumbles all about Misplacing all taking the wrong things out But Time 's a Huswife good and takes much paine To order all as Nature did ordaine All severall Ages on severall Heapes she laies And what she takes from Life to Death she paies But if Disorder'd Life doth run in Debt Then Death his Serjeants doth Diseases 〈◊〉 Which causes Time to give a double Pay Because Life spent so much before Rent-day To all Writing Ladies IT is to be observed that there is a secret working by Nature as to cast an influence upon the mindes of men like as in Contagions when as the Aire is corrupted it produces severall Diseases so severall distempers of the minde by the inflammations of the spirits And as in healthfull Ages bodies are purified so wits are refined yet it seemes to me as if there were severall invisible spirits that have severall but visible powers to worke in severall Ages upon the mindes of men For in many Ages men will be affected and dis-affected alike as in some Ages so strongly and superstitiously devout that they make many gods and in another Age so Atheisticall as they beleeve in no God at all and live to those Principles Some Ages againe have such strong faiths that they will not only dye in their severall Opinions but they will Massacre and cut one anothers throats because their opinions are different In some Ages all men seek absolute power and every man would be Emperour of the World which makes Civil Wars for their ambition makes them restlesse and their restlesnesse makes them seek change Then in another Age all live peaceable and so obedient that the very Governours rule with obedient power In some Ages againe all run after Imitation like a company of Apes as to imitate such a Poet to be of such a Philosophers opinion Some Ages mixt as Moralists Poets Philosophers and the like and in some Ages agen all affect singularity and they are thought the wisest that can have the most extravagant opinions In some Ages Learning flourisheth in Arts and Sciences other Ages so dull as they loose what former Ages had taught And in some Ages it seemes as if there were a Common-wealth of those governing spirits where most rule at one time Some Ages as in Aristocracy when some part did rule and other Ages a pure Monarchy when but one rules and in some Ages it seemes as if all those spirits were at defiance who should have most power which makes them in confusion and War so confused are some Ages and it seemes as if there were spirits of the Faeminine Gender as also the Masculine There will be many Heroick Women in some Ages in others very Propheticall in some Ages very pious and devout For our Sex is wonderfully addicted to the spirits But this Age hath produced many effeminate Writers as well as Preachers and many effeminate Rulers as well as Actors And if it be an Age when the effeminate spirits rule as most visible they doe in every Kingdome let us take the advantage and make the best of our time for feare their reigne should not last long whether it be in the Amazonian Government or in the Politick Common-wealth or in flourishing Monarchy or in Schooles of Divinity or in Lectures of Philosophy or in witty Poetry or any thing that may bring honour to our Sex for they are poore dejected spirits that are not ambitious of Fame And though we be inferiour to Men let us shew our selves a degree above Beasts and not eate and drink and sleep away our time as they doe and live only to the sense not to the reason and so turne into forgotten dust But let us strive to build us Tombs while we live of Noble Honourable and good Actions at least harmlesse That though our Bodies dye Our Names may live to after memory I Wonder any should laugh or think it ridiculous to heare of Fairies and yet verily beleeve there are spirits which spirits can have no description because no dimension And of Witches which are said to change themselves into severall formes and then to returne into their first forme againe ordinarily which is altogether against nature yet laugh at the report of Fairies as impossible which are onely small bodies not subject to our sense although it be to our reason For Nature can as well make small bodies as great and thin bodies as well as thicke We may as well thinke there is no Aire because we 〈◊〉 not see it or to thinke there is no Aire in an empty Barrel or the like because when we put our hands and armes into the same we doe not feele it And why should not they get through doores or walls as well as Aire doth if their bodies were as thin And if we can grant there may be a substance although not subject to our sense then wee must grant that substance must have some forme And why not of man as of any thing else and why not rational soules live in a small body as well as in a grosse and in a thin as in a thicke Shall we say Dwarfes have lesse soules because lesse or thinner bodies And if rational souls why not saving souls So there is no reason in Nature but that there may not onely be such things as Fairies but these be as deare to God as we POEMS Of the Theam of Love O Love how thou art tired out with Rblme Thou art a Tree whereon all Poets climbe And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit which 〈◊〉 feeds upon But now thy Tree is left so bare and poor That they can hardly gather one Plumb more The Elysium THe Brain is the Elysian fields and here All Ghosts and Spirits in strong dreams appeare In gloomy shades sleepy Lovers doe walke Where soules do entertain themselves with talke And Heroes their great actions do relate Telling their Fortunes good and their sad Fate What chanc'd to them when they awak'd did live Their World the light did great Apollo give And what in life they could a pleasure call Here in these Fields they passe their time withall Where Memory the Ferriman doth bring New company which through the Senses swim The Boat Imagination's alwayes full Which Charon roweth in the Region 〈◊〉 And in that Region is that River 〈◊〉 There some are dipt then all things soon forgets But this Elysium Poets happy call Where Poets as great Gods do record all The souls of those that they will choose for blisse And their sweet
〈◊〉 flowers Pinks and Marigolds besides Sit on the bank inrich'd with Natures pride On other bankes grow Simples which are good For Medicines well applyed and understood There Trees doe grow that proper are and tall Their 〈◊〉 is smooth and bodies sound withall Whose spreading tops are full and ever green As Nazarites heads where Rasor hath not been And curled leaves which bowing branches beare By warmth are fed for winter nere comes there There Fruits delicious to the taste doe grow Where with delight the sense doth over-flow And Arched Arbours where sweet Birds doe sing Whose bollow rooses doe make each Eccho ring Prospects which Trees and Clouds by mixing shewes Joyn'd by the eye one perfect peece it grows Here Fountaines are where trilling drops down run Which sparkes do twinckle like fixt Stars or Sun And through each severall spout such noyse it makes As Bird in spring when he his pleasure takes Some chirping Sparrow and the singing Lark Or 〈◊〉 Nightingale in evening dark And whistling Black bird with the pleasant Thrush Linnet Bul-finch which sing in every bush No weeds are here nor wither'd leaves and dry But ever green and pleasant to the eye No Frost to nip the tender buds in birth Nor winter snow to fall on this sweet earth For here the Spring is alwayes in her prime Because this place is underneath the Line The Day and Night equall by turnes keep watch That theevish time should nothing from them catch And every Muse a severall walke injoyes The sad in shades the light with sports imployes Censuring Satyrs they in corners lurke Yet as their Gard'ners they with Art do work To cut and 〈◊〉 to sow ingraft and fet Gather fruits flowers what each Muse thinkes fit And Nymphs as Hand-maids their attendance give Which for reward their fames by Muses live Of an Oake in a Grove A Shady Grove trees grew in equall space Which seem'd to be a consecrated place Through spreading boughs their quivering light broke in Much like to Glasse or Christall shiver'd thin Those peices small on a green Carpet strew'd So in this wood the light all broken shew'd But this disturbed light the Grove did grace As sadnesse doth a faire and beauteous face And in the midst an ancient Oake stood there Which heretofore did many Offerings beare Where all the branches round with reliques hung To shew what cures the Gods for men had done And for rewards long life the Gods did give Unto this Oake that aged he must live His younger yeares when Acornes he did beare No Dandriffe Mosse but fresh green leaves grew there There curled hung his shoulders broad they spread His crown was thick and bushy was his head His stature tall full breasted broad and big His body round and strait was every twig But youth and beauty which are shadowes thin Doe fade away as if they ne're had been For all his fresh green leaves and smooth moyst rine Are quite worne off and now grown bald with time His armes so strong which grappl'd with the winds His barke so thick as skin his body binds Where he all times and seasons firme could stand And many a blust'ring storme he over-came Yet now so weake and feeble he doth grow That every blast is apt him downe to throw His branches all are fear'd his bark grown gray Most of his rine with time is peel'd away The liquid sap which from the root did rise Where every thirsty bough it did suffice Is all drunke up there is no moysture left The root is rotten and his body 's cleft Thus Time doth ruine brings all to decay Though to the Gods doth still devoutly pray For this old Oake was sacred to high Jove Which was the King of all the Gods above But Gods when they created all at first They did ordaine all should returne to dust Of a wrought Carpet presented to the view of working Ladies THe Spring doth spin fine grasse green silk of which To weave a Carpet like the Persian rich And all about the borders there are spread Clusters of Grapes mix'd green blew white and red And in the mid'st the Gods in sundry shapes Are curious wrought divulging all their Rapes And all the ground with Flowers there are strow'd As if by Nature they were set so grow'd Those Figures all like Sculpture doe beare out To lye on Flats many will make a doubt The Dark and Light so intermix'd are laid For shady Groves that Priest devoutly pray'd The fruits so hung as did invite the tasle And small Birds picking seen to make a waste The ground was wrought like threads drawne from the Sun Which shin'd so blasing like to a fir'd Gun This peice the patterne is of Artfull skil Art Imitator is of Nature still A Man to his Mistresse ODoe not grieve Deare Heart nor shed a teare Since in your eyes my life doth stil keep there And in your countenance my death I finde And buried in your melancholly mind But in your smiles I 'me glorifi'd to rise And in your love you me eternalize Thus by your favour I a God become And by your hate I doe a Devil turne The Claspe Of small Creatures such as we call Fairies WHo knowes but in the Braine may dwel Little small Fairies who can tell And by their severall actions they may make Those formes and figures we for fancy take And when we sleep those Visions dreames we call By their industry may be raised all And all the objects which through sens'es get Within the Braine they may in order set And some pack up as Merchants do each thing Which out sometimes may to the Memory bring Thus besides our owne imaginations Fairies in our braine beget inventions If so the eye 's the sea they traffick in And on salt watry teares their ship doth swim But if a teare doth breake as it doth fall Or wip'd away they may a shipwrach call When from the stomach vapours doe arise Fly up into the Head as to the skies And as stormes use their houses down may blow Which by their fall the Head may dizzy grow And when those houses they build up againe With knocking hard they put the Head to paine When they dig deep perchance the Tooth may ake And from a Tooth a Quarry-bone may take Which like to stone may build their house withall If much took out the tooth may rotten fall Those that dwell neere the eares are very cool For they are both the South and Northern Pole The eyes are Sun and Moon which give them light When open day when shut it is dark night The City of the Fairies THe City is the Braine incompast in Double walls Dura Mater Pia Mater thin It 's trenched round about with a thick scull And fac'd without with wondrous Art and skill The Fore-head is the fort that 's builded high And for the Sentinels is either Eye And the place where Memory doth lye in Is the great Magazine of Oberon King
The Market-place the Mouth when full begun Is Market day when empty Markets done The City Conduit where the water flowes Is through two spouts the nostrils of the Nose But when those watry spouls close stopt are not Then we say strait a Cold or Pose have got The Gates are the two Eares when deaf they are It is when they those City Gates doe bar This City 's govern'd as most Cities be By Aldermen and so by Mayoralty And Oberon King dwels never any where But in a Royall Head whose Court is there Which is the kernell of the Braine if seen We there might view him and his beauteous Queen Sure that's their Court and there they sit in state And Noble Lords and Ladies on them wait The Fairies in the Braine may be the causes of many thoughts VVHen we have pious thoughts and thinke of heaven Yet goe about not ask to be forgiven Perchance their preaching or a Chapter saying Or on their knees devoutly they are praying When we are sad and know no reason why Perchance it is because some there doe dye And some place in the Head is hung with blacke Which makes us dull yet know not what we lack Our fancies which in verse or prose we put Are Pictures which they draw or 〈◊〉 cut And when those fancies are both fine and thin Then they ingraven are in seale or ring When we have crosse opinions in the minde They in the Schooles disputing we shall finde When we of childish toyes doe thinke upon A Fayre may be whereto those people throng And in those stalles may all such knacks be sold As Bels and Rattles or bracelets of Gold Or Pins Pipes Whistles are to be bought there And thus within the Head may be a Fayre When that our braine with amorous thoughts doth run Are marrying there a Bride with her Bride-groom And when our thoughts are merry humours gay Then they are dancing on their Wedding day Of the Animal Spirits THose Spirits which we Animal doe call May Men and Women be and Creatures small And in the body Kingdoms may divide As Nerves Muscles Veines and Arteries wide The head and heart East and West Indies be Which through the veines may traffick as the sea In feavers great by shipwrack many dyes For when the bloud is hot and vapours rise On boyling pulse as waves they tosse if hit Against hard rock of great obstructions split Head the East Indies where spicy Fancie growes From Oranges and Lemons sharp Satyr flowes The Heart the West where heat the bloud refines Which bloud is gold and silver heart the mines Those from the head in ships their Spice they fetch And from the heart the gold and silver rich The War of those Spirits SOmetimes these Animal Creatures they doe jarre And then those Kingdomes all are up in war And when they fight we Cramps Convulsions feele 〈◊〉 in our 〈◊〉 and Chilblaines in our heele Peace WHen there is peace and all do well agree Then is Commerce in every Kingdome free And through the Nerves they travell without feare There are no Theeves to rob them of their ware Their wares are severall touches which they bring Unto the Senses they buy every thing But to the Muscles they doe much recourse For in those Kingdomes trading hath great force Those Kingdomes joyne by two and two So they with 〈◊〉 doe passe and re-passe through The description of their world which is the Body THe Arteries are the Ocean deep and wide The Bloud the Sea which ebbs and flows in Tide The Nerves great continent they travell through Muscles are Cities which they traffick to Similizing the Body to many Countries THe Nerves are France and Italy and Spaine The Liver Britanny the Narrow Seas the veines The Spleen is Aethiopia which breeds in A People that are black and tawny skin The Stomach Aegypt the Chylus Nyle that flowes Quite through the Body by which it fruitfull growes The Heart and Head East and VVest Indies are The South and Northern Pole is either Eare. The Lungs are Rocks and Cavernes whence rise winds And Life which passes through great danger findes FINIS An Epistle to Souldiers GReat Heroicks you may justly laugh at me if I went about to censure instruct or advise in the valiant Art and Discipline of Warre But I doe but only take the name having no knowledge in the Art nor practise in the use for I never saw an Army together nor any Incounters in my life I have seen a Troop or a Regiment march on the High way by chance or so neither have I the courage to looke on the cruell assaults that Mankind as I have heard will make at each other but according to the constitution of my Sex I am as fearefull as a Hare for I shall start at the noyse of a Potgun and shut my eyes at the sight of a bloudy Sword and run away at the least Alarum Only My courage is I can heare asad relation but not without griefe and chilnesse of spirits but these Armies I mention were rais'd in my braine fought in my fancy and registred in my closet POEMS The Fort or Castle of Hope HOpe hearing Doubt an Army great did bring For to assault the Castle she was in For her defence her Castle she made strong Placing great Ordnance on the wall along Bulwarks she built at every corners end A Curtaine of twelve score was drawn between Two faces make a point from whence the Cannons play Two points do make a third to stop the enemi's way The wings were not too short nor curtains were too long The points were not too sharp but blunt to make them strong Round the Castle enemy 's out to keep A ditch was digg'd which was both wide and deep And bridges made to draw or let at length The gates had iron bars of wondrous strength Souldiers upon the Curtains-line did stand And every one a Musket in his hand When Hope had ordered all about her Fort Then she did call a councel to her Court I hear sayes Hope that Doubt a war will make And bring great force this Castle for to take Wherefore my friends provisions must be 〈◊〉 And first of all good store of victuals bought Hunger doth lose more Forts then force doth win Then must we with the stomach first begin The next is arms the body for to guard Those that unarm'd are are soon'st afear'd But to small use we make a ditch or wall If not men arm'd to keep this wall withall Shall we neglect the lives and strength of men More then a wall that may be broken in For Ammunitions that mighty power Engines of death which Armies Towns devoure Yet are they of no use unlesse mankind Hath strength skill will to use them as design'd The last for to advise what wayes are best For to defend our selves from being opprest Then Expectation being gray with age Advises Hope by no means to engage Too 〈◊〉 her Castle but let
seems as if they angry were Their Hairs upon their Eyes in clodded gore Or wildly Spreads as not in life they wore With frowns their Fore-heads in deep surrows lye As Graves their Foes to bury when they dye Heaving up Spongy lungs through pangs of death With pain and difficulty fetcht short breath Some grasping hard their hands through pain provok'd For why the ratling flegme their throats do choak Their bodies bowing up then downe they fall For want of strength to make them stand withall Some Staggering on their legs do feebly stand Or leaning on their Sword with either hand Where on the Pummel doth their breast rely More griev'd they cannot fight then for to dye Their hollow eyes sunke deep into their brains And hard fetcht groans from every heart-String strains Their knees pull'd up to keep their bowels in But all too little through their blood doth swim And Guts like Sausages their bodies twine Or like the Spreading plant or wreathing vine Their restlesseheads not knowing how to lye Through grievous paines do quickly wish to dye Rowling from off their back upon their belly Tumbling in their blood as thick as gelly And gasping lye with short breaths and constraint With cold Sweat drops upon their faces saint Then heaving up their dull pale eye-balls looke As if through paine not hate the world forsook Some 〈◊〉 cold as Shivering Agues are Some burning hot as in high Feavers were Spewing of blood from Stomacks that are sick Through parching heats their tongues to'th' roofs do stick With loud groans 〈◊〉 call'd their Soules back While Smarting wounds did set them on the wrack And on their Arms their faces lay a crosse As if in death they were asham'd of losse Some dying like a flame whose oyle is spent Or fire smother'd out which wanteth vent And Some do fall like Strong and hardy Oaks Which hewn down are with fierce and cruell Stroaks Their 〈◊〉 chop'd small as wood for fire to burn Or carved or chipt out for Joyners turne Some underneath their horses belltes flung Some by the heels in their own Stirrups hung Others their heads and neck lay all awry And on their horses manes as pillows lye Some in a carelesse garb lye on the ground As life despis'd since Honour in death 's found Some for death do call some life desire Some care not others burial require Some beat their breasts as evill they had done Others in fiery hot revenge do burn Some lay as if to hear the Trumpet sound And others lay as sprawling on the ground Some wish'd their deaths revenge upon their foe Others with dying eyes their friends not know Some their parents children cry'd to see Others wish'd life some difference to agree But Lovers with à soft and panting heart Did wish their Mistris at their last depart To shut their eyes and wounds to close Whose dying Spirits to their Mistris goes Foes Hands into each others wounds thrust wide As if their hearts would pull out from each side VVhere friends in dear imbracements are close twin'd By their affection strong in death they are joyn'd Some wish'd to live yet long for death through paine Others dye grieving that their foe 's not slain Or else repent what they so rash have done And wish the Battle were to be begun Some gently Sinking so by fainting fall And quietly do yeeld when Death them call Some drunk with death not able are to stand And reeling fall struck down by deaths cold hand Some 〈◊〉 long as lovers when part must Others as willing yeeld to Fate their dust And sweetly lies as if asleep in night Some sterne as if new battles were to fight Some softly murmuring like a bubling stream Yet sweetly smile in death as in a dream Whose soules with soft-breath'd sighs to heaven flye To live with gods above the starry skie Thus severall noyses through the aire do ring And severall postures Death to men doth bring Where some do dye out-ragious in despaire Others so gentle as appears no fear With heaps of bodies hills up high are growne Where haire as grasse and teeth as seed are sown Their head and heels horsemen together lay Smother'd to death which could not get away Their arms lay hack'd and all were thrown about And Targets full of holes that kept death out Their Flags flying like moving woods did show Various colours seem'd on their tops to grow As if flowers had sprouted from trees high Or strew'd about did in the clouds so lye Now all are fallen and into 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Their mottoes raz'd that did their sides adorn Yet some as winding sheets their bearers shrou'd Which was an Honour fit to make Death proud Some like Virgins that cast their eyes down low Through shamefastnesse although no fault they know Nor guilty are but overcome with strength Though not consenting yet is forc'd at length As Chastity so courage forc'd we sinde To lay down Arms though sore against their minde Here 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Saddles thrown Flags Pikes Drums Guns Bullets all o're strown Plumes of Feathers which waved with the wind And proudly tost like to some haughty mind Like to prosperity when over-born Now humbly lyes where they are trodden on Horses praunce proudly when they backed were By men of courage never knowing fear If they are over-powred by strong assault And lost by strength was not their courage fault For they on deaths dull face could boldly stare Since life should hate if not victorious were Dead horses lye on backs their heels up flung Eyes sunke their heads lye turn'd their jaws down hung Their thick curl'd Manes which grew down to the ground Or by their Master in fine Ribbans bound Was torn halfe off or sing'd by fire from Guns Or snarl'd in knots or clods that backward runs Their nostrils wide from whence thick smoak out-went Which from their hot slout hearts that vapour sent Their sleek bright hair on skin like coats of Mayle Their courage sierce that nothing could them quaile All in death lay by Fortune they were cast And Nature to new formes goes on in hast For neither beauty strength or nimble feet Could serve in death all beasts alike there meet In severall postures horse and men thus lyes With severall pains in severall places 〈◊〉 VVhen horses dye they know no reason why VVhere men do venture life for vain-glory Smoak from their bloods into red clouds did rise VVhich flasht like lightning in the livings eyes Their groans into the middle region went Ecchoes in the Aire like Thunder rent Winds rarified sighs such gusts did blow As if ascended from the shades below Men strives to dye to make their names to live VVhen gods no certainty to Fame will give A Battle between Honour and Dishonour WIth grief and sorrow Honour did complain How that her sons and servants all are slaine Now none are left but those that do her sleight Open rebellion doth against her fight Besides this Age doth dirt upon her throw For
fled But to him run like shuttles in a loom And with their bodies did his Corps intomb For through their loyall breast did dig their grave Because their King a 〈◊〉 should have So all did dye no story yet 〈◊〉 shown Was ever any Pygmees after known Then did their wives with sighs 〈◊〉 their falls And withtheir tears did strew their Funerals Those Tears did mix with blood upon the ground Where Rubies since hath in the Earth been found Their Bodies moist to Vapour rarified And now in Clouds do neer the Sun reside When they their grief unto remembrance call Those sullen clouds in shouring tears do fall Their sighs are winds that blow here and there And all their bodies transmigrated are unhappy battle to destroy a Race That on the earth deserv'd the chiefest place For they were valiant and did love their King Without dispute obey'd in every thing Nature pittying to see their Fortune sad Who by her favour a remembrance had For she their bones did turn to Marble white Of which are Statues carv'd for Mans delight And in some places are as gods set up Idols that superstition doth worship There Oberon King a Temple builded high In which great Fortunes name did magnifie The Temple of Fortune THe Temple was built of Cornelian red To signifie that much blood there was shed Her Altars were carv'd from an Agget stone VVhere there were musk Flyes sacrificed on And Priest there is that sings her praises loud VVhereat the people 〈◊〉 all in a croud For though she be blind and cannot well see Yet she her hearing hath perfectly The Steeple was built of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And carved finely with many a 〈◊〉 The Bels of Nightingales 〈◊〉 ues which did ring As sweetly as in the Spring they do 〈◊〉 Their Holy fire is made of Sweet Spice And kept by 〈◊〉 young that know no Vice Their 〈◊〉 sometimes they place in a Bower VVhich made is of a Gesamin Flower And all her sacred Groves in which she walks Are set with Roses that grow's by the stalks Thus in Procession her about they bear 〈◊〉 none but in Devotion cometh there The King and Queen do wait where e're she go And all about sweet incense they do strew Nature frown'd to see her so respected And by these Honours done she thought her self rejected Wherefore saith Nature let me take the place And let not Fortune proud me thus out-face When all that 's good you do receive from me For she my Vassal low you soon shall see For I with Vertues do the Mind inspire And cloathes the Soul in beautifull attire The body equall makes and very strong The Heart with Courage to revcnge a wrong In brains Invention Wit and Judgment lyes Creating like a god orders as wise The Senses all as perfectly are made To hear to see to taste to touch 〈◊〉 And in the Soule Affections Passions live There 's nothing done but what my powers give All which to mutability I throw Who in perpetuall motion alwayes goe Thus all Invention from my power comes For Arts in men are but by scraps and crumbs So Fate and Fortune are my Handmaids sure For what they do shall never long endure For I throughout the World do make things range And constant am in nothing but in change Then let your worship to blind Fortune fall Or else shall my displeasure bury all But false devotion unto men is sweet VVhilst Truth 's kickt out and trodden under feet Their minds do ebbe and flow just like the Tide And what is to be done is cast aside This makes that men are never in the way But wander up and down like sheep astray Oh wretched man that cannot in peace be For with himselfe he cannot well agree Sometimes he hates what he before approves But in a constant course he never moves Nor to himself nor God that 's good can stay He ever seeking is some unknown way No sad example he by warning takes If none will do him hurt some mischief makes As if he fear'd in happinesse to live And to himself a deadly wound will give But why do I complain that Man is bad Since what he hath or is from me he had Not onely Man the World but Gods also And nothing greater then my self I know VVhich made them take high Fortune down And in her room great Nature crown A Battle between Life and Death ACruel Battle is betwixt two Foes VVhen Nature will decide it none yet knows These two are Life and Death the world divide And whilst it lasts the Cause will n'ere decide First Life is active seeking to enjoy And Death is envious striving to destroy VVhen Life a curious peece of Work doth make And thinks therein some pleasure for to take Then in comes Death with Rancour and with spleen Destroyes it so that nothing can be seen For fear her ruines Beauty might present Leaves not so much to makes Life's Monument This makes Life mourn to see her pains and cost Destroy'd for what she doth in Death is lost VVeeping complains at Natures crueltie That onely made her for Deaths 〈◊〉 to be I am his food his sharp teeth doth me tear And when I 〈◊〉 no pity hath nor care The pain he puts me in doth make me rore And his pale face that 's grim affrights me sore And when I think away from him to run Falls streight into his jaws no wayes can shun But why do I thus sigh lament and mourn And try not means for to revenge my wrong I will call all my friends their strength to trye Either I le perish quite or Death shall dye Then brings she motion nimble at each turn And Courages that doth like Fire burn Preventing and inventing wits to make Sconses and Forts too strong for death to take A Regiment of Arts defending with their skill And do assult her foes and sometimes kill A Brigade of clear strengths stand firm and sure VVhich can the assaults of Death endure A Party of perfect healths arm'd so well As Death how to destroy them cannot tell A Troop of Growths at first small weak and low Increasing every minute numbers grow And many more Companies hath 〈◊〉 there As all the Passions chiefly Hope and Fear Love leads this Army his motto a Heart Their Arms are their Free-Wils all bear a part Deaths Army are all to destruction bent As Wars and Famine both these Pestilent Fury and Rage Despair that run about Seeking which way that they may Life put out Troops Regiments Brigades in numbers are As Sicknesse Dulnesse Griese and Care And feeble Age but few nor scarce can stand Yet in Deaths battle fight will hand to hand Hate leads the Army in a dull slow pace And for his Motto has a lean pale fare With severall weapons Death poor Life doth take Her as a prisoner and his slave doth make And on her Ashes doth in triumph ride And by his Conquest swels he big with pride Lifes force was
strong enough to keep her state If Death befriended had not been by Fate She against Death could make her party good Had not the Fates her happinesse withstood Who spins the thread of life so small and weak That of necessity it needs must break If not they cut it into peeces small And give it Death to make him nets withall To catch in Life when closely she would hide Her selfe from Death but in this net is ty'd Or in the Chains of Destiny is hung The world from side to side about is flung Having no rest nor settlement but flyes About from Death and yet it never dyes Runs into severall forms Death for to shun But he destroyes these Forms that Life in comes Death like a Snake in Natures bosome lyes Like slattering friends but yet in heart envies And Nature seems to Life an enemie Because she still lets Death a Conqueror be Of a Travelling Thought AThought for breeding would a Travellour be The severall Countries in the brain to see Spurr'd with Desires and booted with Hope Cap't with curiosity a patient cloake Thus suited then a horse he did provide Strong imagination he got to ride Sadl'd with Ambition and girted with pride Bridled with doubt resolving stirrups on each side When he was mounted fast away they went In a full gallop of a good intent Some wayes in the brain very ill there were Into deep errours often tumbled th' are High mountains of great fear was forc'd to hide Steep Precipices of Despair down slide Woods of forgetfulnesse they oft past through To find the right way out had much ado In troubles he had travell'd a long way At last he came where Theeves of spight close lay Who coming forth drew out reproachfull words Which wounded Reputation as sharp swords When he did feel the wound to imart drew out From Time's Scabbard Truth which fought full stout With an innocent thrust he left spight dead Wip'd off the bloud of slander purple red Coming to a river of Temptation Deep and dangerow of Tribulation With Temperance he swum got out at last And with security all dangers past At last got to the City of power Whereon stood Tyranny a great Tower With discords populous there 〈◊〉 rules Great Colledges there was to breed up fools Large houses of 〈◊〉 high were built And all with prodigality were gilt Their streets were pitcht with dull and lazy stone Which never hurts the feet when trodden on Markets of plentiful circuits were there VVhere all sorts did come and buy without care Herbs of repentance there were in great 〈◊〉 But roots of ignorance were many more Carts of knowledge brought much provisions in Some understanding bought which truth did bring Yet what is bought proves good or bad by chance For some were couzen'd by false ignorance Then forthwith into shamble row he went Where store of meat hung up for 't was not Lent There lay head with wit and Fancies fil'd And hearts were there which griefe and sorrow kill'd Tongues of Eloquence hung upon an Ear Bladders blown with windy opinions there Weak Livers of great fear lay there to sell And malice spleens which very big did swell Tough lungs of wilsulnesse hard and dry Whole guts of self-conceit did hang thereby Into a Poulterers shop he 〈◊〉 to see What fowl there were if any good there be There lay wild Geese though black and heavy meat Yet some grosse appetite lik'd them to eat The cholerick Turkey and the Peacocks pride The foolish dotterels lay there close beside Capons of Expectation cram'd with hope Swans of large desires lay in the shop Reproachfull words were sold by dozens there And ignorant Guls lay every where Poêtical Birds were many to sell More Fowl which he remembred not to tell But being a Travellour would see all there So straight he went to Churches of great fear Where every one kneel'd upon the knee of pain And prayers said with tongues that were propbane Petitioning tears drop'd from coveting eyes Deceitfull hearts on Altars of disguise Earnest they were to gods that they would give Worldly request not grace for souls to live But travailes of Experience he would see VVhich made him go to the Court of Vanity The Porter Flattery sate at the Gate VVho civill was and carried him in strait First to the Presence-chamber of Beauty went There staid some time with great and sweet content Next to the Privy-chamber of Discourse VVhere Ignorance and Non-sense had great force Then to the Bed-chamber 〈◊〉 Loves delights The Grooms which served there were Carpet Knights From thence to Counsel of Direction went VVhere great Disorder sate as President No sooner that poor stranger he did view Reproachful words out of his mouth he threw Commanding Poverty a Serjeant poor To take that stranger cast him out of door Strait Flattery for him intreated much But he Disorders ear doth seldome touch For cast he was into necessity VVhich is a prison of great misery But Patience got him an expedient Passe So home he went but 〈◊〉 upon an Asse A REGISTER OF MOVRNFVLL VERSES On a Melting Beauty GOing into a Church my prayers to say Close by a Tombe a mourning Beauty lay Her knees on Marble cold were bow'd down low So firme were fix'd as if she there did grow Her Elbow on the Tombe did steady stand Her Head hung back the hind-part in her hand Turning her Eyes up to the Heavens high Left nothing but the white of either eye Upon the lower shut did hang a teare Like to a Diamond pendent in an eare Her Breast did pant as if Life meant To seek her Heart which way it went I standing there observing what she did At last she from her hand did raise her head And casting down her eyes ne're look'd about Teares pull her eye-lids down as they gush'd out And with a gentle Groane at last did speake Her words were soft her voyce sound low and weak O Heavens said she what doe you meane I dare not think you Gods can have a spleen And yet I finde great torments you doe give Creatures to make in misery to live You shew us Joyes but we possesse not one You give us Life for Death to feed upon O cruell Death thy Dart hath made me poore You struck that Heart my Life did most adore You Gods delight not thus me to torment But strike me dead by this deare Monument And let our Ashes mixe both in this urne So as one Phoenix shall we both become Hearing her mourne I went to give reliefe But Oh alas her eares were stopt with griefe When I came neere her bloud congeal'd to Ice And all her Body changed in a trice That Ice strait melted into tears down run Through porous earth so got into that urne On a Furious Sorrow VPon a Grave out-ragious Sorrow set Digging the Earth as if she through would get Her hair unty'd loose on her shoulders hung And every haire with teares like Beads was strung
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
take or leave which way to goe Experiments to shun or to apply Either for health or peace or what to fly And Sympathies which keep the world unite Aversions otherwise would ruine quite This Will and Testament she left behind And as her Deed of Gift left to Mankinde Mourning she gave to all her friends to weare And did appoint that foure her Hearse should beare Love at the head did hold the Winding-sheet On each side Care and Feare Sorrow the feet This sheet at every corner fast was ty'd Made of Oblivion strong and very wide Naturall affections in mourning clad Went next the Hearse with griefe distracted mad Did tear their hair scracht face and hands did wring And from their eyes fountaines of tears did spring For Truth said they did alwayes with us live But now she 's dead no Truth that we can give After came Kings which all good Lawes did make And power us'd for Truth and Vertues sake Next them came Honour in Garments black and long With blubber'd face and her head down hung Who wisht to dye for life was now a paine Since Truth was dead honour no more could gaine Next these Lovers with faces pale as Death With shame-fast eyes quick Pulse and shortned breath And in each hand a bleeding heart did bring Which hearts within the grave of truth did fling And ever since Lovers inconstant prove They more profession give then reall love Next them came Counsellours of all degrees From Courts and Countries and chiefe Cities Their wise heads were a guard and a strong wall So long as Truth did live amongst them all All sorts of Trades-men using not to swear So long as Truth not Oaths sold 〈◊〉 their ware Physitians came who try new wayes for skil And for Experience sake doe many kil But doe use Simples good which Nature sent To strengthen man and sicknesse to prevent Some Judges were no wrangling Lawyers base For Truth alive did plead decide each case Widowes that to their Husbands kind had swore That when they dyed would never marry more At last the Clergy came who taught Truths way And how men in devotion ought to pray By Morall Lawes the lives of men direct Perswade to peace and Governours respect They wept for grief as Prophets did fore-tell That all the world with fals-hood would rebell Faction will come say they and beare great sway And bribes the Innocent shall all betray Controversies within the Church shall rise And Heresies shall beare away the prize Instead of Peace the Priests shall discords preach And high Rebellion in their doctrines teach Then shall men learn the Laws for to explain Which learning only serves for Lawyers gain For they doe make and spread them in a Net To catch in Clients and their money get The Laws which Wise-men made to keep the peace Serve only now for quarrels to increase All those that sit in Honours stately throne Are counterfeits not any perfect known They put on vizards of an honest face But all their Acts unworthy are and base Friendship in words and complements will live Not one nights lodging in the heart shall give Lovers shall dye for Lust yet love not one And Vertue unregarded sit alone Now Truth is dead no goodnesse here shal dwell But with disorder make each place a Hell With that they all shriekt out lament and cry To Nature for to end their misery And now this Iron Age's so rusty grown That all the Hearts are turn'd to hard flint-stone FINIS THE ANIMALL PARLIAMENT THe Soul called a Parliament in his Animal Kingdom which Parliament consisteth of three parts the Soul the Body and the Thoughts which are Will Imaginations and Passions The Soul is the King the Nobility are the Spirits the Commonalty are the Humours and Appetites The Head is the upper House of Parliament where at the upper end of the said House sits the Soul King in a Kernel of the Braine like to a Chaire of State by himselfe alone and his Nobility round about him The two Arch-Bishops Admiration and Adoration the rest are Apprehension Resentment and Astonishment The Judges are the Five Senses and the Wooll-sacks they sit on are Sight Sound Sent Tast Touch. The Master of the Black Rod is Ignorance understanding the Lord Keeper is alwayes Speaker The Clerke that writes downe all is Memory The lower House of Parliament is the Heart the Knights and Burgesses are Passions and Affections The Speaker is Love The Clerke that writes downe all is Fear The Serjeant is Dislike The severall Writs that are sent out by this Parliament are sent out by the Nerves into every part of this Animall Kingdom and the Muscles execute the power and Authority of those Writs upon the Members of the Common-wealth The lower House presents their Grievances or their desires to the upper House the Braine by the Arteries When they were all set in order and a dead silence through all the House the King made a Speech to the Assembly after this manner following The Kings Speech THe reason why I called this Parliament is not only to rectifie the riotous disorders made by Vanity and to repeale the Lawes of erroneous opinions made in the minde and to cut off the entayles of evil Consciences but to raise Foure Subsidies of Justice Prudence Fortitude and Temperance whereby I may be able to defend you from the allurements of the World as Riehes Honour and Beauty and to beat out incroaching falshoods which make inrodes and doe carry away the innocency of Truth and to quench the rebellion of superfluous words but also to make and enact strict Lawes to a good Life in which I make no question but every one which are in my Parliament will be willing to consent and be industrious thereunto the rest I leave to my Keeper understanding to informe you further of After the King had thus spoken the Keeper made another Speech as followeth The Lord Keepers Speech who is Speaker My Noble Lords YOu may know by the calling of this Parliament not only the wisdome of our gracious King in desiring your aide and assistance in the beginning of danger before the fire growes too violent for your help to quench out but his love and tender regard of your safety Besides he hath shewed the unwillingnesse he hath to oppresse and burthen his good Subjects with heavie Taxes before palpable necessity requires them for he hath not called you upon suppositions and feares but upon visible truths neither was it Imprudence in staying so long for it is as imprudent to disturbe a peaceable Common-wealth with doubts of what may come as to be so negligent to let a threatning ruine run without opposition Thus is our gracious Soveraigne wise in chusing his time valiant in not fearing his enemies carefull in calling the help and advice of his Parliament and most bountifull in that he requires not these Subsidies to spend in his particular delights but for the good and benefit of the