beyond them yet they are lesse hurtefull to their auditors and are more merry with lesse offence yet I will not purge them of knavery Who is a more selfe-deceiving foole in wisedome or who is a greater Asse then a Prognostication-maker who saieth that the Conjectures which they haue is founded vpon probabylities and not vpon absolut necessities so consequētly the most perfite Prognosticators somtimes must erre but why may not ane Astronomicall villaine joynd with a dreaming Astrologitian villan make and invent leisings it is they who will take vpon them to tell what 's to come and seeke to prejudge God of his glorie it is they who wil tell the alterations of time the change of weather and in what estate a mans bodie shall be in for that yeare into come I thinke such Fortun-tellers or such Aegiptian-palmisters when they set downe such Physicall rules to a man or womans bodie should be prejuditiall to the wise Physitian because he lives him nothing to say seeing he in his Mathematicall humor circumvolves the Heavens and so audatiouslie intrudes himselfe in the secreetes of the Omnipotent GOD. But as for you ignorant Medicenars I thinke you are not much prejudged because your opinion is doubtsome your judgement is voyde of vnderstanding and your experience is naught else but meere poyson And I say vnto you with learned Antonie d' Guevara Medesyns de Valance longues robes peu de sciance But you whom I honour and reverence that you may rather allow I meane you who feares GOD and whose vnderstanding is great I hope ye I say will excuse me to raile vpon the abuse of this rare and wonderfull Scyence The Booke of GOD sayeth Honour the Physitian with that honour which is dewe vnto him because of necessitie for the Lord hath created him Then I will speake against such phantastick fellowes which I haue seene heere in this Isle of Britaine and in many other forraine Countries where I haue travelled professe the Art of Medicine and produce their great Charters and Patents sealde and subscrived where they haue bene made Doctors and then they are noght else but the very abusers of Physick what a derision is it to heare se Domine Doctor discourse with a borrowed Countenance and commonly at meat over the table without respect of persons O saith he you must not eate of this it offends the stomack such and such is restoratiue and this againe breeds constipation this is laxatiue this breakes winde and expels the Collick and this is your onely meat for confirmde stones it purges the raines and dissolues quickly O what a scurvy discourse is this for the ears of a chest and skunring-hearted Ladie and cheefly at meat to talk of confirmde stones purging of raines and dissolving quickly Fy vpon it I thinke it should not be suffred yet for the fashions sake my Lord Doctor will not spare to produce some place of Gallein to make his leysings good and currant Then beginneth he to frame a large Comenter vpon a borrowed text interluding such a long Parenthesis till at last his haulting speeches makes him altogeher forget the origenall of his former subject O how will he hesitat when his long discourse beginnes to challenge memory then obruptly will he change purpose not vnlike a bloud-hound which hath lost his sent Woe be to poore patients comes vnder the Cure of such ignorants who scarce can descerne a docken leafe from Tobacco And yet he will say that he is a rare herbest how oft he visits the sick as oft must he visit gould or else his visitation is stark naught When he feeleth the punses of any diseased person O saieth he it is an Ague a raging fever houlde you warme keepe your selfe quiet let no bodie molest you I will come againe and see your water Then the next time he comes with a consort of Cut-throts like himselfe and after many whispering doubts they call the Apotechar and giues him a Recepie of I knowe not what which poysones the poore distressed patient and so sends him to his everlasting home Then doeth their ignorance lay the fault on God or else on the poore Patient saying he would not be reuld nor commanded he would not obey their precepts and they make the man or the woman author of their owne death When the Painter is asked why he left his trade of painting to become a Doctor of Physick O said he when I was a Painter all the world saw my errors but now being a Doctor of Physick I make the earth to burie my wrongs they seeke forth the life and ritches of mankinde Well may such ignorants be calde the Officers of death for the life of mankinde is the tryell of their drinks and with their poysning drogs they furnish graues and feeds wormes When the Patient is dead the Doctor must be payde for all his visitations the Apotechar for his drogs the Barber for his Insitions Fmmetings Vnguents Cataplasms Emplasterings Balmes and mollefying Ceir-cloaths this must all be payed and much more What if worse none except it be Charlytous Brokers and Vsurars flesh-flees that still gnawes vpon glad backs bloud-suckers a contagious pest to a cōmon-wealth Why should not such devoring gulfs be discovered and why should not such hulcerous phisters be bard and tented Rogry striped naked wno should not vnmask the worlds shedowed villanie The beggerly inventiō of a subtle Pandros the exploits tricks of a mercenary whore the fals reckoning host the marchants perjurie and the Lawyer deceit but O I doe not meane be that Lawyer whose conscience and soule is not spotted with murthering brybrie who hath compassion on the poore complainour and taketh the tears of the distressed widow for good paymēt No I meane be a Ianus-headed Lawyer who hath one face to his Clayant another to the Compeditor whose ever-gaiping hand must still be anoynted in the Palme with the holie ounction of Gould who must be courted like a whore with the sight of Angels strange peeces of gould and purse pennies Woe be to many heart-tortred Clyants whose right dependes vpon the defence of an avaritious Lawyer It is such poore soules who hath their ever-warsling mindes intreacated in a Laborinth of woes circumveind with innumerable fasheries and still deceived with delayes Patientia pauperum non peribit in finem Therefore O man arme thy selfe with Patience in this miserable time and couragiouslie fight it out for so long as thou art heer into this little progresse of thy lyfe great is thy battell and many are thy miseries which doeth oppose themselues against thee like vnto the restlesse motion of the sea one trouble being gone another followes Many sorrowes and few pleasures when we expect joy then comes greefe every one hath their owne crosse some les some more As poverty to an honest heart brings misery greef of minde melancholy because he conceals his want and can not practise shameles shifts to perrell honesty
buildings lassivous dansing mirry companions quick-witted-discourses and many more pleasures all must end all must be changed Heare this Proclamation The voice of God said Cry and the Prophet said O Lord what shall I cry Cry out that all flesh is grasse and all the glory thereof is like the flower on the field the grasse widreth and the flower faideth The Prophet Dauid saieth Vniversa vanitas omnis homo vivens And what said great king Salomon in the top of his glory All was but vanitie of vanities And S. Iames calleth our life noght else but a vapor How swiftlie are we gone some by one meanes some by other man against man beast against beast every one becomes a prey to other all must pay that doubtlesse debt of Death no creature can escape there is nothing more certaine there is nothing more vncertaine we knowe not when nor where because statutum est omnibus semel mori it is ordained that we shall all once dye Then in our greatest mirth let vs ever say to our selues Memento homo quod pulvis es in pulverim reverteris O man remember that thou art but dust and in dust thou shalt returne againe It is said of the ambitious wretch Mendicant semper avari THe mal-content hunts Fortune here and there His euer-tortring-thoughts disturbs his braine Till all his hopes be drown'd in deepe despare Then Time tels him his travels are in vaine O earthly-wretch what glory canst thou gaine When fruteles-labor thy short life hath spent A restles minde with stil-tormenting paine Even whom a world of worlds could not content Frō such base thoghts heavens make my heart aspire And with a sweete contentment crowne desire Let vs beholde and we shall see how in one day yea even in one instant time some making riatous bankets some triumphing in all pleasures some going to the scaffold to be executed some women travelling with childe with great paines bringing their children to the world some lying in sore sicknesse exspecting death the prisoner in bonds looking when he should bid his last fair-well to the world some carying their children with honour to receaue the Sacrament of Baptisme the bryd-grome going with his bryde to solemnesse Matrimony And againe at that same instant we shall see murnfull companies celebrating the funeralles of the death carying the dead carcatches both of age and youth to the graue It may truely be said of our inconstant estate Laeta sit ista dies nescitur origo secundi An labor an requies sic transit gloria Mundi Sometimes are we merry and sometimes are we sad Nunquam in eodem statu We are not perticepant of the secrets of GOD It is onely his providence derects vs we knowe not what suddaine change may come such a swift course hath Time and in this meane-time the glory of this world goeth away the most part of our life is spent in sleep and how many in their mid-age is taken away scarce are we come in the world when we returne againe to the graue very few comes to the period of Nature O when we truely thinke on Death and calleth to minde that perellous passage how fearfull is it and what a strange horror brings it to the heart of mankinde and cheefly to the vnresolved who lives in all liberty of pleasure environed with all worldly contentment O mors quam amara est memoria tua homini pacem habenti in substantiis suis O Death how bitter is thy memory to that man who hes hurded vp ritches how loath wil he be to leaue his beutiful buildings his faire allurements and his many pleasurs What a greefe is it to his heart that he must departe and leaue them all behinde and he needs must goe and compeir before that great and terrible Judge to giue a sharpe reckoning how he conquest all that ritches O man thinke on thy end and thou shalt neuer sinne Remember that thy glasse shall once be runne and that thy Sonne shall set and the horror of Death shall over-shadow thee and that there shall no pleading be heard after sentence is once given Quia ex inferno nulla est redemptio Thy paines shall haue no end thy torments shal haue no diminishing Therefore to you J cal to you that careles lives and premeditats vpon mischief and how to execute the damnable exploits of the ever-laboring minde To you who are the ritch-gluttons of this world and to you who feeles not with what sence I speik Consider from whence you came where you are for the present and where you shall goe You are here on Earth Vbi spectaculum facti est is Deo angelis hominibus where you are in sight of GOD of Angels and of Men. Now when ye are going looke well to your journey your passage is all straude over with thornes it is a perelous way full of Ominus-threatnings planted with an hedge of many Prodegyous Objects Non est vitae momentum sine motu ad mortem There is no moveing of lyfe without a motion to Death Liue well that you may dye well For looke in what estate you dye so GOD will finde you and as he findeth you so he Censureth you and as he censureth you so he liueth you for ever and ever His decreit shall never be controlled nor his sentence shall never be recalled As a growing tree when it is cut downe falleth to that side where it did extend the branches when it was in growth Even so if thou desirest to fall right learne in thy grouth to extend such frutefull btanches as may sway thee to the right side and make thee fall well Sweete saieth Saint Chrisostome is the end of the laborers when he shall rest from his labors The wearied traveller longeth for his nights lodging and the storme-beattenship seeketh vp for shore the hyreling oft questioneth when his yeares will finishe and come out the woman great with childe will often muse and studie vpon her deliverie And he that perfitelie knoweth that his life is but a way to death wil with the poore prisoner sit on the doore threshold and expect when the Jaylor shal open the doore every small motion maketh him apprehend that the commander with the serjants are comming to take him from such a loath some prison He looketh for death without feare he desireth it without delight and he excepeth it with great devotion he acteth the last and tragicall parte of his life on a dulefull stage before the eyes of the world his gesture thirls the beholders heart with sad compassion his words of woe seasoned with sighes doth bathe the cheeks of the hearers with still distilling teares with a generall relation of his former wickednes he giues a loude confession of his secret sinnes with weeping eyes he calls for help of prayer and like a hunger-starued begger he howles and cries to that honourable housholder saying O good God open the gates of thy mercies to the greatnes of my
THE ANATOMIE OF HVMORS VVRITTEN By SIMION GRAHAME PRO. 21. CAP. Euery way of a man is right in his owne eyes but the Lord God pondreth their hearts AT EDINBVRGH Printed by THOMAS FINLASON 1609. WITH LICENCE TO HIS EVER-HONOVRED LORD AND MAISTER MY LORD GRAHAME Earle of Montrois c. Con il tempo LIKE A STORME-beaten-ship with many vnfortunate conflicts in my long-some journeyes here and there haue I still beene tossed till now at last I haue arriued to the safe harborie of your Lordships favour being sore fatigated in my troublesome trauailes I am very eagerly willing to be comforted with the rare fruites of your Honours admired Engine who with a most generous spirit can temper thy greatnes with benignitie thy Majestie with meekenesse thy Heroyick minde with courtesie thy Noble hand with liberalitie and thy Herculian-heart with clemencie such is the inestimable ritches of thy renowned worth which hath made and still makes conquest of many hearts O what can I say of my selfe who without any merit in mee hath so often felt the force of your Lordships loue I am sorie that I shall neuer be able to value the ritch treasure of such great desert Good will is all my wealth and yet my seruice bound by dutie craues no thanks Than most worthie to be named worthy Lord receaue these my Labours as the true tributarie effects of my affection the beholding of this Humorous world the strange alterations of Time and the inconstant wauering of my euer-changing Fortune will afforde mee no other Subject it may truly be saide Fortuna vitrea est quae cum splendet frangitur My peregrinations enlarged my curiositie my souldiers estate promised to preferre mee and the smiles of Court stuffed my braines with manie idle suppositions Heere abruptly must I needes breake off fearing least the great occasion of this discourse make mee forget my selfe and become tedious in reckoning vp my losse of Time So in my neuer-ending-loue I end wishing your Lordships valour good fortune your estate all happinesse and that your Honours discretion may sepulchrise this boldnesse of Your Lordships euer-obedient seruant SIMION GRAHAME TO HIS EVER-HONOVRED LADY MY LADY COVNtesse of Montrois c. GReat is the worth of thy triumphing Fame With Faith Hope Loue in thy sweet soule inshrind A endlesse world shall eternise thy name And crowne the glorious vertue of thy mind Thy feruent faith to Christ is so inclind Which makes ritch hopes vp to the Heau'ns aspire From thence thy loue descends in ruthfull kinde And helps the poore in their distress'd desire Long may thou liue and long may God aboue Increase confirme reward faith hope and loue S. GRAHAME TO THE READER IN A FEARELES HVmor I haue anatomized the humors of mankinde to the mouth of the honest man it hath a most delicate and sweet taste but to the wicked it is bitter as gall or wormwood for if thou be a dissembling hypocrite one of the sect of fleshly and bloudie Gospellers one of the generation of Wolues cloathed in sheepe-skins which are naught else but hatchers of deceit to entrap soules inventers of treason to murther Kings hellish instruments to ruine Countries sworne enemies to God and diligent factors for the deuill If thou be a man of this Categorie I hate thee to the very death but if thou first be true to God and next to thy owne Prince if thou be faithfull to thy Country if thou judge all men with equitie in spite of loue or briberie if thou wrong no man and last of all if thou be all in all a good Christian thou art an honest man thou art the man whō I place in my harts hart if thou be a woman of a modest behauiour discreet in all thy actions of a chast mind and of a good life who still aymes at honestie and prosecutes all thy desires with the feare of God it is thou who is the honest woman and thou art the woman whom I honour to the death Then be what thou wilt who reades this Treatise be sure to finde thy selfe set downe in a true fashion I haue taken the paines to paint thy portrate if thou finde thy selfe in faire colours then be carefull how to entertaine thy selfe in the true Luister if thou finde thy selfe in filthie colours wash clainge and purge thy selfe from such pestiferous blots which euen infects thy very soule and makes thee leath some to the sight of God I haue searched thy feastred wounds I haue bared thy vlcered sores and for feare of putrifying cankers I haue tainted thee to the very quick so to keepe thy weaknes in a good temper I haue applied this Cataplasme to appease thee of all thy paines I am surely perswaded that these my labors shal merit thanks of the vpright man who loues God obedient to his King and is true to his Country and that the good report of the righteous shall guard me from criticall barking of wicked malice and I am assured that the honest Matron the wife true to her husband and the chaste virgin will euer party me and euer be ready to countercheck the detracking reports of the shamelesse woman whilst my reuenge shall be with silence and simple patience to smile at neuer-blushing impudence To conclude I onely expect to be quarrelled with the deceitfull villaine whom I will proue to be an arrant Knaue if thou challenge me I scorne to be a Coward and therefore I will answer thee So I shall euer rest thy hatefull Enemie and the honest mans Seruant to the death SIMION GRAHAME TO HIS EVER-HONOVRED LADY MY LADY COVNTESSE of Erroll SWeet Lady looke grant this begd-for-grace My seruile Muse doth craue vpon her knees Now here she comes before thy sacred face And of her Labours makes a sacrifees Then ouer-spread them with thy glorious eyes Let luster faire inritch my rurall rime Thou hast the power great Potent if thou plees To register my verse in endlesse time If quicknes of thy wit finde any crime In thy discretion sepulchrize my wrong For why thou know'st my Muse in youthfull prime Did what she could to please thee in her song Great is the glory of my wish'd-for-gaines If deerest Dame thou patronize my paines S. GRAHAME THE ANATOMIE OF HVMORS A SILKE VVORME first eateth it selfe out of a very little seed and then groweth to be a quick creature a while after it is fed and nourished vpon fresh and greene leaues then it comes to a greater quantitie and againe it eates it selfe out of that coat and worketh it selfe in a coate of silke ingendred full of small seede for many young-ones to breed of in the end it leaues the slugh of silk for the Ornament of mankinde And last of all it dieth in the shape of a white winged flye A King may be compared to the silke worme which first of the earth becommeth a creature and then being fed nourished vpon the grace favour and mercie of God
sicknes many a languishing disease which is lade before mankinde Oppression when thy betters doeth abuse thee taks thy wealth thy lands puts the widow and the fatherles to begry Lose of friends when they who shuld help thee are gone hes no body to comfort thee in thy destres Ship-wrack when thy substance is lost by sea thy life indangered Banishment when thou in a strange country becomes a poore stranger far from thy own soyle thou liuest an out-cast and thy enemies injoyes thy ritches at home Prison when the crosse of rancountring misfortunes doth imprison many a man within a Jaill or casts him in chaines within a Galies triumpht over with Raskals and as it were the very resting place of all wrongs when a gentle heart is forst to harbor patience and when revenge in a gallant breast turns coward O this earthly hell which hes no other Musick but locking of doores the noise of irons and chains the heavy complaint of distressed prisoners lockt with bonds in misery consuming in stink and filthines This said the Apostle S. Taul Remember them that are in bonds as if ye wer in bonds with them so that every one aught by charitable works to haue compassion on the poore distressed prisoners Saith not the Prophet Dauid with great grief of hart Let the sighing of the prisoners come before thee O Lord as though he wold say O Lord God consider the great anguish of their hearts take mercy on them and releue their wants how heavy and comfortles is this grievous cros Some again are crost with lose of honor when a man either falles in disgrace and commits some base and filthy fact or when he suffers wrong and can not repare himself the crosse of mariage where there is no peace quietnes nor rest voyde of all contentment and ever barking and so makes the devill smyl at their dissention And what can be said to the crosse of idle loue which hangs on the shoulders of all sortes of people as well maried as vnmaried In this Frenasy many ould dotardes beginnes to renue their declyning age and takes vpon them the apprehension of youth-heid whilst their gray haires and hairles heads reckones vp their yeares and telles the worlde their folly Turpe senilis amor it is more tollerable in youth so that it be not superstitious loue as sometimes to fast from meate and drink watching the nights and sending their lamentations written with bloudie letters railling on crueltie and being alone in their retearing walks they surfat the solitarie deserts with the sorrowfull voice of a discontented minde with weeping eies in splaine of passion O saieth he THe furious force of loues consuming fire No tyme can quench nor thoght can not expell Such is the restles rage of my desire Which makes my wits within my selfe rebell Thus am I wrongd and euer saikles slaine I shift my place but can not shift my paine They ever esteeme their paines worse then the paines of hell such are the sort of penetential lovers who are alwaies Anatomisd with humorous follie yet how often comes it to passe that they who taks most pains to please are most displeasd for it is knowne be vnfallable experience that the duetifull lover in a respected persute is often rejected with many ingratfull disdains For some they are which are Monsters in the womanish sex will hate that man most who loues her best and yeeld her self to a cowardly pultron of no desert And againe we may evidently see how some men of a currish mastish kinde will be most carelesse of that woman who is most carefull of him Such are the vnthankfull discords and interviewing controversies of this frivolous thing which the world calleth Blinde-loue it is not the ritch apparell nor the rare bewtie nor the art of curious engines nor yet is it the gorgeous gesture of a glorious woman which makes the woman it is the good education which brings forth good qualities it is the vertue of the mind which doeth produce discretion makes the woman a perfit woman and that man may truly be called a perfit man who makes wisedome the vnseperable companion of valour whose liberall minde aymes at honour and whose couragious heart treads on feare to conques fame O it is not the externall shew of a Peacocks pride who with the gesture of his painted plumes seemes to threaten Kingdomes it is not the man of personage nor the robust nature neither is it the quantitie but onely the qualitie doth the turne A woman may seeme very coy in braue attire with a faire face and yet a whore a man may be cloathed in fine cloathes he may be very strong of body of a great stature and he may in a fearelesse humor discourse of valour but when it comes to the push of Fortune he may proue naught else but a faint-hearted-coward a turne-back to courage and a runne-away from honour What a world of vanity is it to see a painted fellow that can doe nothing else but court a woman how effeminate will he be and how prodigall will the tongue be to lend vowes to the hart Nec jura retine veneris per juria venti irrita per terras freta longa ferunt How perrillous is it to beleeue a Lover how tempting will their words be and how will they straine them selues to speake with vehemencie Lady Rethorick ever hants the mouth of a Lover and with borrowed speeches of braver wits doeth enlarge their deceit his perjured promises his oathes his vowes his protestations his waiting-on and all his iron sences drawen to feed vpon the actractiue humors of her Adamantall beautie as when the song or lisping speech of a Syranicall wench doth enchaunt his eares the feeling of her too-much tempting flesh doth intangle his touch her perfumed breath doth sweeten his smell the nectar of her lascivious kissing giues delicacie to his taste and her petulant beautie feedes his sight her smile is his heaven her frown is his hell she is the only idoll of his minde for when he should serue God he worships her if hee comes to Church his looking on her behaviour takes away his hearing robs him of devotion and makes him a sencelesse blocke with staring in her face hee learnes the Arte of Phisiognomie his vaine apprehentions will reade a womans thought in her visage and when hee lookes on her hands O then hee becomes a rare Palmister for hee will not spare to reade her fortunes by lynes for heere sayes hee is the true score of death and there goes the score of life from this part comes the venerian score and if this close with that ye may be assured to loose your Mayden-head it is onely this makes the too-much beleeving wenches despaire of their virginitie his braines are tormented with new inventions fancie leades him to a frensie next lunaticke and if hee escape madnesse it selfe hee may thanke GOD. Hee spendes the time in his Chamber
Lesse travaile farre would gaine eternall joy Which sweet Reward all earthly paines exceeds But thou art mad and in thy madnesse strange To quit thy God and take the devill in change At threatning ever senslesse deafe and dumb Thou never lookes on thy swift-running-Glasse Nor terror of the Judgement for to come But still thou thinks thy pleasure can not passe All is deceit and thou hast no regard Gods wrath at last the sinner will reward To pray to God why then thou art asham'd For sinne in thee shall suffer seandalies Thy rusty filth of conscience shall be blam'd Besides thy soule hath spoil'd her faculties Thus doth the deuill so hold thee still aback Euen to the death and then thy soule doth take Alas poore soule when God did first thee frame Most excellent most glorious and perfit But since thou in that carnall body came Thy favour 's lost spoil'd is thy substance quite O that thou would repent and turne in time God wil thee purge clange thee of thy crime God is a God of vengeance yet doth stay And sparing waites if thou thy life will mend With harmlesse threatnings oft he doth assay And oft he doth sweet words of comfort send If thou repent his anger will asswage If not he will condemne thee in his rage The sonne of God he for thy sinfull sake To saue thy soule with care he did provide Mans filthy nature on him he did take That he both cold and hunger might abide He many yeers on earth great wōders wrought Still persecute and still his life was sought When as his time of bitter death drew neere The agony was so extreame he felt That when he pray'd vnto his Father deere In sweating drops of bloud he seem'd to melt Nail'd on the Crosse he suffer'd cruell smart vvhen as they pierc'd his hands his feet his hart Great torment more was laid on him alone For thee and all mankind who will beleeue Thou was not bought with siluer gold nor stone But Christ his life and precious bloud did giue O let not then his bloud be shed in vaine Whil'st thou hast time turne to thy God againe THE SORROVVFVLL SONG OF A CONVERTED SINNER JOB 7. CAP. I haue sinned what shall I doe vnto thee O thou preseruer of mankinde LEd with the terrour of my grievous sinnes Before Gods mighty Throne I do compeare The horrour of my halfe-burst heart begins To strike my sinfull soule with trembling feare Where shall I seeke secourse or finde redresse Who can my fearefull tort'ring thoughts devorce Who can me comfort in my great distresse Or who can end the rage of my remorce I at compassions dore hath begg'd so long That I am hoarce and yet can not be heard Amids my woes sad silence is my song From mirthlesse-me all pleasure is debard O time vntimely time why was I borne To liue sequestred solitar alone Within a wildernesse of Cares forlorne Which grants no limit to my mart'ring Mone My mart'ring Mone with wofull words doth pierce The aire and next from hollow Caues rebounds This aequiuox my sorrow doth rehearse And fills my eares with tributarie sounds These sounds discends within my slaught'red hart And there transform'd in bleeding drops appeares Next to my eyes drawen vp with cruell smart In water chang'd and then distill'd in teares My teares which falls with force vpon the ground Jn numbers great of little sparks doth spread And in each spark my dolefull pictures found J in each picture tragick stories read I read Characters both of sinne and shame Drawne with the colours of my owne disgrace In figures black of impious defame Which painted stands in my disastred face I breathlesse faint with burthen of their woes Such is my paine it will not be expell'd Doe what I can I can finde no repose All hope of help against me is rebell'd Gods mercie 's great I will expell dispaire With praying still I shall the heavens molest Both night and day vnto my God repaire He will me heare and help my soule opprest The thought of hell makes all my haires aspire Where gnashing teeth sad sorows doth out-sound Where damned soules still boiles in flaming fire And where all endlesse torment doth abound Had they but hope it might appease their griefe That in ten thousand yeares they should be free But all in vaine despaire without reliefe Gods word eternall most eternall be When as our Christ in Judgement shall appeare Cloath'd with the Glory of his shining light And when each soule the trūpets sound shal heare They with their corps must com before Gods sight The Angels all and happy troups of heaven Incirkled rounds theatred in each place A reck'ning sharp of eu'ry one is given Before the Saints and Gods most glorious face The sloathfull sinner then shall be asham'd Who in his life would neither mend nor mourne To heare that sentence openly there proclaim'd Goe wicked to eternall fire and burne And to his blessed company he sayes The Angels to my Kingdome shall convoy With endlesse mirth because ye knew my wayes Come rest with me in never-ending joy O let me Lord be one of thy elect And once againe thy loue to me restore Let thy inspiring grace my spirit protect With thee to bide and never part no more Once call to minde how deerly I am bought When thy sweet corps was spred vpon the Rood Thy suff'ring torment my saluation wrought Thy paines thy death and shedding of thy blood O seeke not then my soule for to assaile Against thy might how can I make defence Thy bleeding death for me will naught auaile Jf thou should damne me for my lewd offence Try not thy strength against me wretched worme I am but dust before thy furious winde Nor haue I force to bide thy angry storme Then rather farre let me thy favour finde I Caitiue on this earth doth loure and creepe I prostrate fall before the heavens defaite On thee sweet Christ with mourning tears I weepe To pittie this my weake and poore estate My poore estate which rob'd of all content And nothing else but dolours doth retaine The treasure of my griefe is never spent But still in secret sorrow I complaine Heare my complaint mark wel my words ô Lord Thou searcher of all hearts in euery kinde Thou to my true conuertion beare record And sweepe away my sinnes out of thy minde I sacrifice to thee my Saviour sweet And patient God who gaue me leaue to liue My sighing-teares and bleeding heart contreit I haue naught else nor ritcher gift to giue Thou God the Father thou created me And made all things obedient to mans will Thou sonne of God to saue my soule didst die And Holy ghost thou sanctifiest me still Thou Father Sonne thou holy Ghost divine On my poore soule let your ritch glory shine FINIS TO THE ESTATE OF VVORLDLIE ESTATES Tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis EAch hath his Time whom Fortune will aduance Whose