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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A67127	Reliquiae Wottonianae, or, A collection of lives, letters, poems with characters of sundry personages : and other incomparable pieces of language and art : also additional letters to several persons, not before printed / by the curious pencil of the ever memorable Sir Henry Wottan ...	Wotton, Henry, Sir, 1568-1639.	1672 (1672)	Wing W3650; ESTC R34765	338,317	678

all my good is but vain hope of gain The day is past and yet I saw no Sun And now I live and now my life is done 2. The Spring is past and yet it hath not sprung The fruit is dead and yet the leaves are green My youth is gone and yet I am but young I saw the vvorld and yet I vvas not seen My thread is cut and yet it is not spun And now I live and now my life is done 3. I sought my death and found it in my womb I look'd for life and saw it was a shade I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb And now I die and now I am but made The glass is full and now my glass is run And now I live and now my life is done 1. RIse oh my Soul with thy desires to Heaven And with Divinest contemplation use Thy time where times eternity is given buse And let vain thoughts no more thy thoughts a●… But down in darkness let them lie So live thy better let thy worse thoughts die 2. And thou my Soul inspir'd with holy flame View and review with most regardful eye That holy Cross whence thy salvation came On which thy Saviour and thy sin did die For in that Sacred object is much pleasure And in that Saviour is my life my treasure 3. To thee O Jesu I direct my eye To thee my hands to thee my humble knees To thee my heart shall offer sacrifice To thee my thoughts who my thoughts only sees To thee my self my self and all I give To thee I die to thee I only live Ignoto Sir Walter Raleigh the Night before his Death EVen such is time that takes on trust Our youth our joyes our all we have And pays us but with age and dust Who in the dark and silent Grave When we have wandred all our ways Shuts up the story of our days But from this earth this grave this dust My God shall raise me up I trust W. R. The World THe World 's a bubble and the life of man less then a span In his conception wretched from the womb so to the tomb Nurst from his cradle and brought up to years with cares and fears Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water or but writes in dust Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest what life is best Courts are but only superficial Schools to dandle Fools The rural part is turn'd into a den of savage men And where 's a City from foul vice so free But may be term'd the worst of all the three Domestick cares afflicts the Husbands bed or pains his head Those that live single take it for a curse or do things worse none These would have children those that have them or wish them gone What is it then to have or have no wife But single thraldom or a double strife Our own affections still at home to please is a disease To cross the Seas to any forreign soil peril and toil Wars with their noise affright us when they cease w' are worse in peace What then remains but that we still should cry For being born and being born to die Fra. Lord Bacon De Morte MAns life 's a Tragedy his mothers womb From which he enters is the tyring room This spacious earth the Theater and the Stage That Country which he lives in Passions Rage Folly and Vice are Actors The first cry The Prologue to th' ensuing Tragedy The former act consisteth of dumb shows The second he to more perfection grows I' th third he is a man and doth begin To nurture vice and act the deeds of sin I' th fourth declines i' th fifth diseases clog And trouble him then Death 's his Epilogue Ignoto EPIGRAM IF breath were made for every man to buy The poor man could not live rich would not die John Hoskins to his little Child Benjamin from the Tower SWeet Benjamin since thou art young And hast not yet the use of tongue Make it thy slave while thou art free Imprison it lest it do thee LETTERS TO Sir EDMUND BACON SIR IT is very just since I cannot personally accompany this Gentleman yet that I do it with my Letter wherein if I could transport the Image of mine own mind unto you as lively as we have often represented you unto our selves abroad then I should not think us asunder while you read it But of my longing to see you I am a better feeler then a describer as likewise of my obligations towards you whereof it is not the least that I have been by your mediation and judgement and love furnished with so excellent a Comforter of my absence and so loving and discreet a divider and easer of my Travels after whose separation from me I am ready to say that which I remember the younger Pliny doth utter with much feeling after the loss of his venerable and dearest Friend Cerellius Rufus Vereor saith he ne posthac negligentius vivam But herein my case is bettter then his for I cannot but hope that some good occasion will bring him again nearer me And I must confess unto you I should be glad to see him planted for a while about the King or Prince that so if his own fortune be not mended by the Court yet the Court may be bettered by him in that which it doth more desperately want Now Sir Besides himself there cometh unto you with him an Italian Doctor of Physick by name Gasper●… Despotini a man well practised in his own faculty and very Philosophical and sound in his discourses By birth a Venetian which though it be not Urbs ignobilis as Saint Paul said of his own Mother-City yet is his second birth the more excellent I mean his illumination in Gods saving Truth which was the only cause of his remove and I was glad to be the conductor of him where his conscience may be free though his condition otherwise till he shall be known will be the poorer This Stranger I was desirous to present unto you as my friend in his company whose testimony may more value him then mine own And so committing them both to your love and your self with all that family to Gods blessing hand I rest From my Lodging in Kings-street April 2. 1611. Your poor Friend and Servant H. WOTTON SIR IT is late at night and I am but newly come to the knowledge that my Lord is to send a Messenger unto you to morrow morning yet howsoever I have resolved not to be left out of this dispatch though in truth I had rather be the sootman my self then one of the Writers But here I am tied about mine own business which I have told you like a true Courtier for right Courtiers indeed have no other business but themselves Our Lord Jesus bless you all as you are now together and wheresoever you shall be From Greenwich May 27. 1611. Your Uncle by your own election and your Servant by mine

prepare for that great day wherein all flesh must make an account of their actions And after a kind of tempestuous life I now have the like advantage from him that makes the out goings of the morning to praise him even from my God whom I daily magnifie for this particular mercy of an exemption from business a quiet mind and a liberal maintenance even in this part of my life when my age and infirmities seem to found me a ret●…eat from the pleasures of this world and invite me to contemplation in which I have ever taken the greatest felicity And now to speak a little of the imployment of his time in the Colledge After his customary publick Devotions his use was to retire into his Study and there to spend some hours in reading the Bible and Authors in Divinity closing up his meditations with private prayer this was for the most part his imployment in the Forenoon But when he was once sate to Dinner then nothing but chearfull thoughts possess'd his mind and those still increased by constant company at his Table of such persons as brought thither additions both of Learning and Pleasure but some part of most dayes was usually spent in Philosophical Conclusions Nor did he forget his innate pleasure of Angling which he would usually call his idle time not idly spent saying often he would rather live five May moneths then forty Decembers He was a great lover of his Neighbours and a bountifull entertainer of them very often at his Table where his meat was choice and his discourse better He was a constant Cherisher of all those youths in that School in whom he found either a constant diligence or a Genius that prompted them to Learning for whose encouragement he was beside many other things of necessity and beauty at the charge of setting up in it two rowes of Pillars on which he caused to be choicely drawn the pictures of divers of the most famous Greek and Latin Historians Poets and Orators perswading them not to neglect Rhetorick because Almighty God has left Mankind affections to be wrought upon And he would often say That none despised Eloquence but such dull souls as were not capable of it He would also often make choice of some Observations out of those Historians and Poets and would never leave the School without dropping some choice Greek or Latin Apothegm or sentence that might be worthy of a room in the memory of a growing Scholar He was pleased constantly to breed up one or more hopefull Youths which he picked out of the School and took into his own Domestick care and to attend him at his Meals out of whose Discourse and Behaviour he gathered observations for the better compleating of his intended work of Education of which by his still striving to make the whole better he lived to leave but part to Posterity He was a great Enemy to wrangling Disputes of Religion concerning which I shall say a little both to testifie that and to shew the readiness of his Wit Having at his being in Rome made acquaintance with a pleasant Priest who invited him one Evening to hear their Vesper Musick at Church the Priest seeing Sir Henry stand obscurely in a corner sends to him by a Boy of the Quire this Question writ in a small piece of Paper Where was your Religion to be found before Luther To which Question Sir Henry presently under-writ My Religion was to be found then where yours is not to be found now in the written Word of God The next Vesper Sir Henry went purposely to the same Church and sent one of the Quire-boyes with this Question to his honest pleasant friend the Priest Do you believe all those many Thousands of poor Christians were damn'd that were Excommunicated because the Pope and the Duke of Venice could not agree about their temporal power Speak your Conscience To which he under-writ in French Monsieur excusay moy To one that asked him Whether a Papist may 〈◊〉 saved he replyed You may be saved without knowing that Look to your self To another whose earnestness exceeded his knowledge and was still railing against the Papists he gave this advice Pray Sir forbear till you ha●… studied the Points better for the wise Italians have th●… Proverb He that understands amiss concludes worse And take heed of thinking The farther you go from the Church of Rome the nearer you are to God And to another that spake indiscreet and bitter words against Arminius I heard him reply to this purpose In my travel towards Venice as I past through Germany I rested almost a year at Leyden where I entred into an acquaintance with Arminius then the Professor of Divinity in that University a man much talk'd of in this Age which is made up of opposition and Controversie Andindeed if I mistake not Arminius in his expressions as so weak a brain as mine is may easily do then I know I differ from him in some points yet I profess my judgement of him to be that he was a ●…an of most rare Learning and I knew him to be of a most strict ●…fe and of a most meek spirit And that he was so mild appears by his Proposals to our Master Perkins of Cambridge from whose Book of the Order and Causes of Salvation which was first writ in Latin Arminius took the occasion of writing some Queries to him concerning the consequents of his Doctrine intending them 't is said to come privately to Mr. Perkins own hands and to receive from him a like private and a like loving Answer But Mr. Perkins died before those Queries came to him and 't is thought Arminius meant them to die with him for though he lived long after I have heard he forbore to publish them but ●…nce his death his Sons did not And 〈◊〉 pity if God had been so pleased that Mr. Perkins did not live to see consider and answer those proposals himself for he was also of a most meek spirit and of great and sanctified Learning And though since their deaths many of ●…igh parts and pi●…ty have undertaken to clear the Controversie yet for the most part they have rather satisfied themselves then convinced the dissenting party And doubtless many middle-witted men which yet may mean well many Scholars that are not in the bigbest Form for Learning which yet may preach we●… men that are but Preachers and shall never know till they come to Heaven where the Que●…tions stick betwixt Arminius and the Church of England if there be any will yet in this world be tampering with and thereby perplexing the Controversie and do therefore justly fall under the reproof of St. Jude for being Busie-bodies and for medling with things they understand not And here it offers it self I think not unfitly to tell the Reader that a friend of Sir Henry Wottons being designed for the imployment of an Ambassador came to Eaton and requested from him some experimental Rules for his prudent and safe

little tri'd To live without him lik'd it not and di'd H. W This Hymn was made by Sir H. Wotton when he was an Ambassador at Venice in the time of a great sickness there ETernal Mover vvhose diffused Glory To shevv our groveling Reason vvhat thou art Unfolds it self in Clouds of Natures story VVhere Man thy proudest Creature acts his part VVhom yet alas I knovv not vvhy vve call The VVorlds contracted sum the little all For vvhat are vve but lumps of vvalking clay Why should we swel whence should our spirits rise Are not bruit Beasts as strong and Birds as gay Trees longer liv'd and creeping things as vvise Only our souls vvas left an inward light To feel our vveakness and confess thy might Thou then our strength Father of life and death To whom our thanks our vows our selves we owe From me thy tenant of this fading breath Accept those lines vvhich from thy goodness flovv And thou that vvert thy Regal Prophets Muse Do not thy Praise in vveaker strains refuse Let these poor Notes ascend unto thy throne Where Majesty doth sit with Mercy crown'd Where my Redeemer lives in whom alone The errours of my wandring life are drown'd Where all the Quire of heaven resound the same That only Thine Thine is the saving Name Well then my Soul joy in the midst of Pain Thy Christ that conquer'd hell shall from above With greater triumph yet return again And conquer his own Iustice with his Love Commanding Earth and Seas to render those Unto his Bliss for whom he paid his Woes Now have I done now are my thoughts at peace And now my Joyes are stronger then my grief I feel those Comforts that shall never cease Future in Hope but present in Belief Thy words are true thy promises are just And thou wilt find thy dearly bought in Dust. H. WOTTON POEMS Found among the Papers of Sir HENRY WOTTON A Description of the Countreys Recreations QUivering fears Heart-tearing cares Anxious sighs Untimely tears Fly fly to the Courts Fly to fond worldlings sports Where strain'd Sardonick smiles are glosing still And grief is forc'd to laugh against her will Where mirth 's but mummery And sorrows only real be Fly from our Countrey pastimes fly Sad troop of humane misery Come serene looks Clear as the Chrystal brooks Or the pure azur'd heaven that smiles to see The rich attendance of our poverty Peace and a secure mind Which all men seek we only find Abused Mortals did you know Where Joy Hearts-ease and comforts grow You 'd scorn proud towers And seek them in these bowers shake Where winds sometimes our woods perhaps may But blustring care could never tempest make Nor murmurs e're come nigh us Saving of fountains that glide by us Here 's no fantastick Mask nor dance But of our Kids that frisk and prance Nor wars are seen Unless upon the green Two harmless Lambs are butting one the other Which done both bleating run each to his Mother And wounds are never found Save what the Plow-share gives the ground Here are no false entrapping baits To hasten too too hasty fates Unless it be The fond Credulity Of silly fish vvhich vvorldling-like still look Upon the Bait but never on the Hook Nor envy unless among The Birds for prize of their sweet song Go let the diving Negro seek For Gems hid in some forlorn creek VVe all Pearls scorn Save vvhat the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass VVhich careless Shepherds beat down as they pass And gold ne're here appears Save vvhat the yellow Ceres bears Blest silent Groves ô may ye be For ever Mirths best Nursery May pure contents For ever pitch their tents Mountains Upon these Downs these Meads these Rocks these And peace still slumber by these purling Fountains VVhich vve may every year Find vvhen vve come a fishing here Ignoto Imitatio Horatianae Odes 9. donec gratus eram tibi Lib. 3. A DIALOGUE betwixt GOD and the SOUL Soul WHilst my Souls eye beheld no light sight But vvhat stream'd from thy gracious To me the vvorlds greatest King Seem'd but some little vulgar thing God VVhilst thou prov'dst pure and that in thee I could glass all my Diety How glad did I from Heaven depart To find a lodging in thy heart S. Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway 'T is they that hold my prisons Key For vvhom my soul vvould die might she Leave them her Immortalitie G. I and some few pure Souls conspire And burn both in a mutual fire For vvhom I 'ld die once more ere they Should miss of Heavens eternal day S. But Lord vvhat if I turn again And vvith an adamantine chain Lock me to thee VVhat if I chase The vvorld away to give thee place G. Then though these souls in vvhom I joy Are Seraphius Thou but a toy A foolish toy yet once more I VVould vvith thee live and for thee die Ignoto Doctor B. of TEARS WHo vvould have thought there could have Such joy in tears vvept for our sin bin Mine eyes have seen my heart hath prov'd The most and best of earthly joyes The sweets of love and being lov'd Masks Feasts and Playes and such like toyes Yet this one tear vvhich now doth fall In true delight exceeds them all 2. Indeed mine eyes at first let in Those guests that did these vvoes begin Therefore mine eyes in tears and grief Are justly drown'd but that those tears Should comfort bring is past belief Oh God! in this thy grace appears Thou that mak'st light from darkness spring Mak'st joyes to vveep and sorrows sing 3. Oh vvhere am I vvhat may I think Help help alas my heart doth sink Thus lost in seas of vvoe Thus laden vvith my sin Waves of despair dash in And threat my overthrow What heart opprest vvith such a vveight Can chuse but break and perish quite 4. Yet as at Sea in storms men use The Ship to save the goods to lose So in this fearfull storm This danger to prevent Before all hope be spent I 'le chuse the lesser harm My tears to seas I vvill convert And drown my eyes to save my heart 5. Oh God my God vvhat shall I give To thee in thanks I am and live In thee and thou didst safe preserve My health my fame my goods my rent Thou mak'st me eat vvhile others sterve Such unto me thy Blessings are As if I vvere thy only care 6. But oh my God! thou art more kind When I look inward on my mind Thou fill'st my heart vvith humble joy With patience meekness fervent love Which doth all other loves destroy With faith vvhich nothing can remove And hope assur'd of heavens bliss This is my state thy grace is this By Chidick Tychborn being young and then in the Tower the night before his Execution 1. MY prime of youth is but a frost of Cares My feast of joy is but a dish of pain My Crop of Corn is but a field of tares And