יהוה Annos aeternos in mente habui Memorare nouissima tua THE SWEETE THOVGHTS OF DEATH and Eternity Written by Sieur de la Serre AT PARIS 1632. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE HENRY NEVILL BARON OF ABERGAVENY SYR YOV may behold heer a sensles Statue made to the Life but vvithout Life till the Promethean Fire of your vvell knovvn piercing Iudgment gracing it giue it a true subsistence It hath a Mouth vvithout VVords VVords vvithout Spirit till you the Mecaenas through your Honours gracious acceptation affoard it strength energy As for the Heart expressed in the pure Intentiō of this Addresse to your Honour it is vvholy yours nor needs the spoiles of feigned Deityes to giue it breath to make it more your ovvne then novv it is Or rather if you please you haue heer tvvo nevv-borne Tvvins put forth thus naked as you see into the vvide VVorld to shift for themselues and like to be forlorne vnles your Lordship pittying their pouerty take thē into your Honourable Patronage and safe Protection France hath had the happinesse to giue them their first birth your Honour shall haue the trouble to afford them a secōd That to haue bred a Spirit able to conceiue and bring forth such issues And your Lordship through your noble Fauour to make them free Denizens of this Kingdome Or lastly to speake more properly I heer present your Lordship vvith the Svveet Thoughts of Death and Eternity expressed in our tongue Not to vndertake to make that svveet vnto you vvhich othervvise vvere bitter vvho through a fayr preparation of a Christian and vertuous life haue confidence inough to looke grim Death in the face and vvith good serenity of conscience to vvayt on Eternity but rather that your Lordship vvould please to commend the same to others of like quality vvho follovving the vogue of the allurements pleasures and delights of this vvorld may haue need of such noble Reflections as Monsieur de la Serre Authour of this VVorke vvell versed vvith people of that ranke hath learnedly and piously shevved to this more free and dissolute age So shall your Honour do a charitable vvork of mercy the vvorld be edified and I vvell satisfied to haue put to my hand Your Honours most humbly and truly deuoted H. H. THE TABLE OF CHAPTERS Chap. 1. OF the sweet Thoughtes of Death pag. 1. Chap. 2. What Pleasure it is to thinke of Death pag. 6. Chap. 3. That there is no contentment in the world but to thinke of Death pag. 22. Chap 4. That it belongeth but only to good Spirits to thinke continually of Death pag. 30. Chap. 5. How those spirits that thinke continually of Death are eleuated aboue all the Greatnesse of the Earth pag. 41. Chap. 6. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Alexander the Great pag. 50. Chap. 7. He that thinkes alwayes of Death is the Richest of the world pag. 61. Chap. 8. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Cresus pag. 66. Chap. 9. That he who thinkes alwaies of Death is the Wisest of the world pag. 73. Chap. 10. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Salomon pag. 80. Chap. 11. A Contemplation vpon the Tombe of Helena pag. 90. Chap. 12. That of all the Lawes which Nature hath imposed vpon vs that same of Dying is the sweetest pag. 113. Chap. 13. How Worldings dye deliciously without euer thinking thereof pag. 119. Chap. 14. Goodly Considerations vpon this important verity That whatsoeuer we do we dye euery houre without cease pag. 124. Chap. 15. The Tombe of the pleasures of the Sight pag. 127. Chap. 16. The tombe of the Pleasures of the Sense of Hearing pag. 130. Chap. 17. The Tombe of the other Pleasures that are affected to the Senses p. 132. Chap. 18. How he who hath imposed the Law of death vpon vs hath suffered all the paynes therof together pag. 135. Chap. 19. The pleasure which is found in Liuing well for to Dye content pag. 143. Chap. 20. The Picture of the Life and Death of a sinfull Soule pag. 148. Chap. 21. A goodly Consideration and very important both for lyfe and death pag. 159. THOVGHTS OF ETERNITY The Triumph of Death pag. 3. The Glory of Paradise pag. 55. Of the Infernall Paynes pag. 190. The Houre of Death pag. 145. Of the svveet Thoughtes of Death CHAP. I. THERE are no sweeter Thoughtes then those of Death Spirits being raysed to the knowledge of Diuine thinges do euer occupy themselues in counting the tyme of their banishment in this strange Land where we sigh vnder the burden of our Euils Slaues liue not but of the hope to see themselues at liberty their prisons and their irons are obiects both of horrour and dread which put their soules vpon the racke The Sun shines not for them at all and all the sundry pleasures agreable to their senses changing their nature serue but to afflict them So as in their captiuity they breath the ayre of a dying lyfe whose moments last for ages We are those slaues so enchained within the prison of our bodies as exiled from the paradise of our delights where the first innocency of our parents had established vs a Mansion so true it is their disobedience hath changed our bodies into prisons and the delightes of our Soules into thraldome What feelings then may we haue in this seruile condition whereunto we are brought but those of an extreme dolour and bitter sorrow to see our selues depriued of the Soueraygne God where Soules do find the accomplishment of their rest The harts being holily enamoured speake so sweet a language both of sighes sobbs in the absence of that they loue as if the Angels were touched with enuy they would desire to learne it to make therof a new Canticle of glory in their Eternity Of all the dolours that may tyrannize a soule such as know what it is to loue find not a more intollerable then that of the absence of the Subiect with they loue perfectly indeed And if it be true that affections draw their force from their merit what should our loue be towards this Sauiour whose perfection so wholy adorable cannot brooke comparison but with thēselues And how be it this great God be infinitly louely yet would he needs be borrowing a hart of nature to resent the draughts of our loue to dye on the Crosse of their woundings What excesse of goodnes How may they resist the sweet strokes of his mercy He espouses our Condition for to suffer all the miseryes therof sinne and ignorance only remayning without power agaynst his person in so much as dying he changed the countenance of death and makes it so beautifull as generous harts at this tyme sigh not but in expectation of their last sigh since euen the selfsame moments that lead vs to the Tombe conduct vs also to immortality The paynes which my Sauiour hath suffered on Mount Caluary haue beene fruitfull to bring forth diuers punishments in fauour of the infinite number of Martyrs who
deuoure the rest of our miseryes O happy Tombe where our soules do recouer their liberty where our bodyes do fynd the end and terme of of paynes O happy Tombe where we are reduced to corruption to arise in glory O happy Tombe where death euen dyes with vs and where lyfe reuiues with our selues for an Eternity O happy Tombe where we render to the earth the earth of our body to put our soules in possession of the inheritance of heauen O happy Tombe where we passe from death to lyfe from sadnes to ioy from infamy to glory from payne to repose and from this vale of teares vnto the mansion of delights From the tyme that the children of Israel had tasted in the desart the sweetnes of the heauenly Manna the most delicious meates of the earth were growne to be contemptible to them their harts euen chaÌ„ging their nature fell incessantly gaping after this celestiall food So likewise may I say that from the instant wherein a holy Soule is once fed with the food of the grace which is found in an innocent lyfe the world is an obiect of horrour and amazement vnto it its thoughts desires creep not on the earth any more if it sigh it is but after its last sigh if it complayne it is only for the long terme of its banishmeÌ„t in this vale of miseryes The hope of dying serues it as a coÌ„fort in its trobles and solace in its paynes it lyues in the prison of its body as slaues in the prison of their crimes with a necessary constancy alwayes attending on the last houre therof and this last moment where begins the eternity of glory Me thinkes the sentence of death which the diuine iustice pronounced once to our first Parents in that earthly Paradise was much in their fauour agaynst the euills wherewith their lyfe was fraught For if God had made the same to be immortall with all mischifes which succeeded their offence of all created things had man beene found to be the miserablest of them and most worthy of compassion but the same Goodnes which moued the Creatour to effect this goodly worke did euen moue him likewise to conserue the same His sentence was of death but in the rigour of his iustice he let his merry to appeare at the same tyme since from the payne of death we passe to the delights of a permanent and immortall lyfe In so much as this sweet coÌ„solation is inseparable from our tormeÌ„ts for they shal one day finish O sweet End since thou breakst the chaynes of our captiuity O sweet End since thou makest vs to reuiue neuer for to dy O sweet End since thou putst an end to all our sufferances O sweet End since we dye to reuiue for euer How Worldlings dye deliciously without euer thinkâ—ng thereof CHAP. XIII WE must needes confesse how the soules of the world are so deepely taken with the sleepe of their pleasures as they are euen drowned in their blindnes without feare of the precipices that encompasse them round Ioy transports them gladnes rauishes them rest charmes them hope comforts them riches moderats their feare health fortyfies their courage all the vanityes nurse them and bring them vp in the forgetfulnesse of themselues so as they may neuer be able to vse any violence for to breake the chaynes of their captiuity A pittifull thing how they neuer consider the while that this ioy wherwith they are so carryed away eueÌ„ vanishes quite lyke a flash of lightening that this gladnesse wherewith they are rauished destroyes it selfe with its owne violence in running incessantly vnto its end That the repose which charmes them coÌ„cludes with an eternall vnrest that the hope which coÌ„forts them quite changes it selfe by litle litle into despayre That these riches which do moderate their feare during their lyfe augments it at their death that the health which strengthens their courage whiles the calme and tranquility of their fortune lasts doth bread them a thousand stormes throgh the absence thereof where they run danger of ship wracke And finally that all those vanityes which serue them as a Nurse and Schoole mistresse to trayne them vp in vices are as so many bad Pylots which make a traffike of their losse and ruine When I image with my selfe the blindnesse whereto the men of this world are brought I cannot chuse but be moued with compassion for them Is it not a strang thing and worthy of pitty that they runne as fast as euer they can vnto Death without cease without intermission without fetching of their breath and without euer taking any heed of the way they hold as if they liued insensible in all their senses The Sunne which riseth euery morning sets euery euening for to let them see how the light of their life should haue at last a last setting as well as it The Age which makes them hoary and which keepes reckoning of their yeares through the accoÌ„pt of the wrinckles which it causeth to grow on their face preacheth nought els but the necessity of their departure All their Actions termine not a whit but to the ruine of the body from whence they fetch their motion since euery action of it selfe still tendes to its end How can they chuse but thinke of death if all the subiects which are found in Nature do euen cary the very lineaments thereof in the face The Sunne dyes in running his race The Moone dyes in her perpetuall inconstancy The ayre dyes with its coruption The birds seeke death in flying The brute beasts in running and the fishes in swimming in the water The seasons dye in springing againe as well as the trees The flowers dye with the day that hath seene them blow forth The earth dyes in the order of tyme since her yeares are counted The Sea sinckes it selfe by litle and litle into its proper abysses The fyre consumes it selfe in its heat and Nature it selfe that serues for a second cause in the generation of all things destroyes it selfe by litle and litle with them I speake nothing of men since they haue nothing more proper then Death What meanes trow you to forget this sweet necessity of dying whose law very happily dispenseth with none yet for all that do not doubt but there are many in the world who would neuer be dying but this were a childiâ—h language of theirs so farre from reason and common sense as one had need to declare himselfe to be a starke foole for to excuse himself of the errour or rather of the cryme We do all waies contemne the good vnknowne and as we naturally lyue in the apprehension of loosing that which we possesse we cleaue to the present so true it is that all things do escape vs and fly away froÌ„ vs. What a life were it for vs to lyue eternally in the miserable condition wherein we are borne What a life would it be to be alwayes breathing in sighes in mourning in playnts What a
I doubt very much least death do astonish you but if you neuer do thinke vpon it it will astonish you a great deale worse when you shall see it indeed If to liue and dy be but one and the selfe same thing make the Thought of death while you liue so familiar to your selfe that you neuer thinke of any other thing since you neuer do other thing but dy So as if to feare it and neuer to thinke of it do make its visage the lesse hideous I would counsayle you to banish this Thought out of your spirit but so as you be in good estate But on the contrary the forgetfulnes you haue of it makes it so dreadfull vnto you at the least remembrance therof that comes into your mynd as you seeme almost to be in danger of dying by the only feare of dying I cannot abide the weaknes of those spirits who apprehend an euill so much which they cānot auoyd whereas the euill of the feare which they haue is often tymes a great deale more bitter then that which they feare But the only meane to be cured of this feare is to liue alwayes in that of God For the strōgest apprehension of Death proceeds from the great number of the Offences which one hath committed in his life A good man feares rather to liue too long then to dy too soone because he hopes for the recompence of his trauayles at the end of his course whiles the wicked can attend but for the chastizement of his sins So as for to banish this feare from our soule we had need to haue banished the offences thence The innocēt hath no feare but for the iudgement of God this feare is inseparable frō his loue he feares him not but through loue so as this very feare produceth contētment and banisheth sadnes in the meane tyme. I leaue you this truth to meditate vpon that a life of Roses brings forth a death of Thornes Let vs say now for Conclusion of this worke that if one will auoyd this manner of Death he must alwayes be thinking of Death There is nothing more sweet then these thoughts nothing more welcome thē this remembrance Without the thoughts of Death there is no pleasure in life without the thoughts of Death there is no comfort in anoyes without the thoughtes of Death there is no remedy for our euils In fyne to finish all he who is alwayes thinking of Death doth thinke continually of the meanes of attaining eternal life O sweet thoghtes I would not haue my spirit to be capable of a thought but onely to thinke euery moment of death since it is the onely good the onely contentment and the only Repose of lyfe A goodly Consideration and very important both for lyfe and death CHAP. XXI I SHOVLD thinke there were no greater pleasures in the world then to contemne thē all at once since in effect the best spirits do neuer find repose but in the contempt thereof I know well there are certayne chast Pleasures which we cannot misse but as the soule hath its senses affected lyke vnto the body we are to hinder our spirit from mixing its feelings with those of Nature euer feeble and frayle therby not to tast its delights too deliciously Our iudgement hath beene giuen vs as a Torch to guide our steps by our actions and our thoughtes in this sea of the world wherein we are as Slaues in the Galley of our bodyes and the pleasures we seeke therein are the rockes where we find our shipwracke I know well also that we are to be strongly armed for to defend our selues while our proper senses do so warre vpon vs. But in this manner of combat the excesse of payne produceth the excesse of glory let vs breake the crust to see this verity discouered The greatest Saynts and the wisest men haue beene forced to confesse after a thousand proofes of experience that we can not tast any manner of contentment without the grace of God Thou Couetous man in vayne thou rests thy vn-rests on the coffers of thy treasures I deny thee to be held content for if thou reasonest euen reason condemnes thee If thou seruest thy selfe of thy iudgement to be able to do it what argument soeuer thou makest it but fully concludes agaynst thy opinions So as thou cāst neuer enter into the knowledg of thy vayne pleasures without departing from that of thy selfe In a word thou canst not be a man and be content togeather in thy miserable condition since reason and thy contentmēt can neuer subsist in one subiect Thou Ambitious man I would lend thee wings for to fly to the heauens of fortune it seemes to me already that I see thee seated in her throne but looke what greatnes soeuer thou possessest thou dar'st not say for al that thou wert well content for feare the truth should happē to bely thee And knowest thou not how Ambition and Repose do alwayes breake fellowship the one with the other That Pleasure and Feare cannot couple together and that desires as well as hopes do make the soule to be thirsty Represent to thy selfe then the disquietnes which thou findst in thy greatnesses since thy Ambition cannot limit its ayme within their fruition How the pleasures of thy possessiōs are mixt with the feare of their short durance that by vehemently wishing more more thou makst thy selfe vnhappy In such sort as thou maiest not dare to cal thy selfe happy without flattering thy selfe or rather without blushing for shame You Courtiers let me see the pictures of your felicities bring to light what seemes most to afford it the lustre and splendour it hath I graunt that in the midst of the spring tyme of your life loue and fortune with a prodigall hand haue bestowed vpon you what they had most rare beautifull with them yet would you dare to maynteyne with al this that you are content during the reigne of your Empire Whereas if any one haue the boldnes to perswade weake spirits thereunto let him truly recount vs the history of his pleasures I know that he will streight be shewing vs some Roses but I know withall that he wil be hiding the Thornes vnder their leaues as frayle as his contentments though they were of the flowers of a restles remembrance gathered in the sad memory of things past since delights are of the same nature alwayes dying and subiect to receiue their tombe frō the very same day they first sprong vp As for the presents of Fortune if she giue them with one hand she takes them away agayne with the other So as her fauorites are ordinarily the most vnhappy of all because that in snatching away the goods from thē agayne which she hath once bestowed vpon them she dragges them often along for to bury thē vnder their ruines And will you call that a pleasure My Dames you have but one fayre wedding day in all your lyfe whose feast you do secretly celebrate in
you needs dy and in this cruell separation of you frō your selues your laughings chāge to teares your songs of gladnes into lamentable cryes of sorrowes and all your banquets pleasures into bitter plaints which torment your hart and put your soule vpon the racke There might be some manner of satisfaction perhaps to heare the discourses which men of the world do hould if their blindnes the while do not afford mattter of compassion One takes paynes to recount al the pleasures he hath taken during his life another keepes account of the good fortunes he hath had a third assures vs that he hath possessed heertofore a great number of treasures a fourth endeauours to perswade as many as will belieue him that he hath beene on the top of the greatest dignityes What discourses of smoke are these For he that hath tasted so many contentments hath nothing left him but the sad remembrance of the hauing once had the possession of them Another who yet now thinkes on the good fortunes which once he hath had makes himselfe a new vnhappy through the memory of his passed felicities He that casts his eyes on the ashes of his riches insensibly consumes himselfe in the selfe same fire that consumed them And another that reares vp his head aloft for to behold through his teares the place from whence he fell euen looseth the force for euer to rise againe notwithstāding that it be good for him to sleepe often so to be a framing of these dreames For euē as all those pleasures and goods are slid vanished away with the things that seemed the most durable so all the contentment all the goods which may any wayes appertaine vnto vs shall fly away and the worst is that we run after them for to signe out our Tombe in their Sepulcher Salomon hath had so many pleasures Cresus passessed so much riches Alexander receiued so great honours Helena so many prayses for her incomparable beauty But Salomon is no more but dust with all his riches Alexander but earth with all his honours nor Helena any more then corruption with all her graces Trust you not then to your pleasures you great Kings for their Roses shall wither and their Thornes endure for euer Put not your hopes in Riches since they are of earth as well as you Despise you Honours since all glory is due to Vertue only And you my Dames employ from hence-forth all your cares and labours to decke your Soules rather then your bodyes if you wil haue Angels enamoured and men to be emulous of you For so euery one shal striue for glory to imitate you in this glorious enterprize This is the counsayle I giue you and with it will I finish my Booke The end of the svveet Thoughtes of Death THOVGHTS OF ETERNITY Distributed into foure Parts To wit The Triumph of Death To wit The Ioyes of Paradise To wit The Infernall Paynes To wit The Houre of Death VVritten in French by Sieur de la Serre translated into English Permissu Superiorū M. DC XXXII THOVGHTES OF Eternity The Triumph of Death O HOW sweet is it to thinke continually on eternall things All flies away before our eyes in the course of their fight by little and little lyfe escapes away from vs. The Sunne doth well to rise euery day anew the moments of its Reigne are measured within the order of Nature It must of necessity follow the decay of time wherof it is the dyall and after it hath presided to all the vnhappy accidents heere beneath it lends the light of its torch at last to its proper ruine Though the stars of the night appeare thicke in the Heauens with the same aspect alwayes glittering in wonders yet can they not choose but wax old euery instant robbes them of somewhat of their durance since they shine within Tyme for not to shine within Eternity Though the heauens being quickned by the soueraigne Intelligēce of the Primum mobile renew their paces euery yeare within the round spaces of their Circles their turnings yet are counted and though they returne agayne by the same way they incessantly approach to the point that is to termine their Course The Fire which entertaynes it selfe in its Globe insensibly deuoures it selfe for that Region of its dwelling is a part of the body which consumes it selfe The Ayre that takes vp all yet can not fill vp the voydnesse of the Tombe which the last instant of tyme prepareth for it Though the Phoenix-King of its subiects find a second Cradle within its first Sepulcher yet at last another selfe shall aryse againe from its Ashes though yet vnlike since it shal not haue the same power to communicate the same vertue to the Species of its of spring So as it shall dye at last through sorrow of its sterility Though the Serpent shift the skinne neuer so much yet doth its Prudence extend no further whiles Age fals a laughing at its cunning in deuouring vp its being The Trees that do euery yeare waxe young agayne continually grow old The Spring the Summer and the Autumne are of force indeed to make them change the countenance but not their Nature and the Brookes affrighted with this continual vicissitude go flying into the bosome of their Mother belieuing they are shrowded but in vayne for the Ocean carryes their Wracke within the valley of its waues The Seasons growing from the end of one another as the day from the end of night shal be disioyned and seuered by a new Season which with it shall bury all the others The fayrest mayster-peeces of Art forasmuch as they are layed vpon the ground pay cotinuall homage to the ruine of Tyme as he that presides within his Empire witnesse those wonders of the world which subsist no more then in the memory of men for a signe onely of what the famous Athens the triumphant Carthage the proud Troy haue beene heeretofore they are now buryed so deep in their ruine as one can hardly belieue they haue euer beene They go seeking thē in historyes but the memory of their raigne is so ould as they are no otherwise found then in Fables only Let vs speake of diuers People rather thē of Townes That great world of men which the Earth hath borne a thousand tymes on its bosome and the Sea vpon its waues was drowned at last in the riuer of Xerxes teares for which he prepared a tombe an hundred yeares before The Kings haue followed their subiects in this common shipwrack all the Pourtraits of Apelles and the Statues of Lysippus of Phidias haue runne like hazard with them by this inuiolable necessity that the shadow euer followes the body Well might Alexander cause himself to be surnamed Immortall but yet purchast not Immortality He tooke the paynes to seeke out another world and in the midst of his Triumphes had need of no more then seauen foote of earth to be buried in Cyrus would fayne haue it
dayly to increase through thy guilty cares and thy fruitles watches If the vaine Glory to be accōpted rich possessed thee thou hast beene neuer so but in opinion and apparence only since in the state whereunto age now bringes thee all the Riches thou hast heaped togeather and which yet thou art gathering are fruits whereof thou hast but the flowers by reason of their frailty Thou mayest carry the key of thy Coffers long inough thou art but the keeper of thy treasures and as a meere Depositarian thereof for thy auarice lets thee frō disposing them and consequently to gyue forth thy selfe to be the true owner of them If thou couldst haue any moment of cessation in thy folly I would demaund the reason of thy actions to know where thy hopes do bound and what glory is the But therof It may be thou wouldst dye rich what feeblenes knowest thou not thou hast need but of a sheet only for to couer thy Miseryes withall Hast thou heaped vp money in thy Cabinets with purpose to erect thee some stately Monument after thy death Foole as thou art thou hast past all thy lyfe without considering where thy Soule shall lodge after thy death and thou studiest now to prepare a house for thy body or rather for the worms which shall gnaw the same as if putrifactiō were some rare and precious thing If thou hast a desire to leaue thy children rich true Riches consist not but in Vertue onely with its sweet liquour oughtest thou to milch their infancy to murse them continually with its diuine nourishment Suppose through excesse of happines thou gainst the whole world a sport of Fortune and by a blow of a sad mischance whereto thy vices shall haue smoothed the way thou loose thy Soule in the last moment of thy lyfe what glory past what-domage present The Reigne of thy Greatnesses shall finish so and that of thy paynes shall then begin Verily thou shalt haue possest all the goodes of the earth but in truth likwise shalt thou feele therfore all the euills within the order of a diuine Iustice which shall make thy dolours eternal Be thou cōuinced thē by reason not to follow the way of a lyfe the most vnhappy that euer yet quickned the body and confesse with me how there hath beene but one Matthew Apostle whom this vast sea of the world hath saued from the shipwracke whereinto the weight of gold siluer went about to engage him Bias despoyled himselfe indeed of all his Riches but not of all his errours Laertius Neuola puts ouer the right of Maiority to his brother and consequently his richest pretensiōs but in despising one good he imbraced not the other Consider I pray to what point of pouerty was the Richman brought vnto in an instant since of all his Riches there was not left him meanes to buy a drop of could water to quench his thirst Confesse then Miser thy pleasures to be false and how they subsist not in thy spirit but through a deceiptful opiniō that blindes thee to cast thee into a pricipice The keeper of a Vineyard that resembles thee without imitatiō of thee is a great deale more happy then thou art for after he hath stirred the earth he gathers at the end of his daies-worke in the repose a sweet sleepe the fruit of his paines and thou on the contrary the thornes of thy thornes since an eternal torment succeds the dolours of thy dying life So as Couetous men in seeking of gould siluer in the bowells of the earth find hell without piercing into it which is the Cēter therof Thou proud and ambitious Man tell vs I pray thee what are thy pleasures I know well how thy Spirit full of vanity pitches thy hopes vpon the highest Throne of Fortune that blind in the knowledge of thy faults thou findst no glory which is not far beneath thy merit But wherin consists thy Contentment if it be to expect Thrones and attend to Crownes Did one euer see a feebler pleasure since the nature of it is nothing els but wind and smoke Thou tramplest the Earth with a disdainfull foot as if thou hadst reasons inough to persuade vs that it were not thy Mother Thou out-facest the heauens with an arrogant looke and the force of thy ashes is dispersed in the aire not being able to fly any higher Againe thou makest no doubt that if the Heauens haue found thunder to punish the insolency of the Angels it were like to want new punishments to chastize the vanity of men It may be thou flatterest thy selfe with this vaine beliefe that being raysed aboue the common sort thou hast beene formed in some new kind of mould and that thou art so dispensed with in this law condemning vs to the sufferance of all manner of paines Returne I pray thee from this wandering and open thine eyes to consider thy ruine Thy Pride and thy Arrogancy are the plumes of the Peacocke sustayned by two foundations of Misery figured by the feet of this Foule Carry thy head as high as thou wilt it must necessarily fall of its pride in declining to the Earth And if thou letst thy selfe be dazeled with the glittering of thy sumptuous Apparell this verity conuinceth thee of folly since all thou wearest is but the worke of wormes nor do I wonder now that they deuoure vs so after death for it is but to pay themselues for the paynes they haue taken in laying the web wherewith we couer our nakednes So as if thou regardest thy selfe neere thou shalt see how the wormes of thy apparell couer those of thy body that therefore thy Arrogancy hath no other foundation then that of thy corruption And vpon this assurance tell me now what are the delights of thy vanity And you great Monarkes who find the Earth too little to bound within its spaces the extent of your Empire do you I pray make vs participant of your Contentments and tell vs something of the Sweetnesses which you tast during the raigne of your absolute powers It is a pleasure you will say to commaund a world of people to impose thē lawes after your owne humour A feeble Pleasure Whiles it proceeds but from a Soueraignty which subiects the spirit of him that commaunds because indeed he ought to correspond with the actions of his Subiects You do what you will your selfe It is true but that is not the way to content your selfe if your deeds be not exempt frō reproch If they feare you it is but for the knowledge they haue of your Tyranny If they loue you to what end serues the affectiō of your subiects while you seeme not to merit the same You go into al places whersoeuer your desires call you without euer meeting with resistance in your designes but why follow you not the path of vertue Displeasures rather then delights attend you at the end of the Carriere I know well how Greatnesses Riches and all Magnificences
my Soule too well to preferre the pleasures of my Body before thy cōtentmēt Take then thy pleasure in the Thoughtes of Eternity since for thy entertaynement they are able to produce the true Nectar of Heauen and the purest wine of the Earth And you profane Spirits who sacrifice not but to Voluptuousnesse confesse you now that Lazarus was a great deale more happy in his Misery then was the impious Richman in his Treasure The one dyed of Famine in the world and the other dyes of Thirst in Hell Agayne what a thing were it that all wedding-feasts should be held on the Sea where the least tempest might troble the solemnityes metamorphize them into a funerall pompe And yet neuertheles is it true that the soules of the world giue themselues to banquet vpon the current of the water of this life where rockes are so frequent and shipwracks so ordinary One drinkes a dying to the health of another who drownes in his glasse some moments of his life and so all Companions of the same lot approch without cease to the Tōbe which Tyme prepares them O how sweet it is said that Poet to banquet at the Table of the Goddes because in that of men the last seruice is alwayes full of Alöes But I shall say after him what contentments without comparison receyue they at the Angels Table It is not there where the soule is replenished with this imaginary sweet wyne nor with these bitter sweetnesses of the world The food of its nourishment is so diuine as through a secret vertue it contents the appetite without cloying it euer Sigh then my Soule after this Celestiall Manna alwaies fruitful in pleasures so sweet as desire and hope are alike vnprofitable in their possession if what they possesse in thē may be imagined to be agreable to them nor suffer any more thy body since thy reason may mayster its senses to heap on its dunghill corruption vpon corruption in the midst of its banquets and Feasts where they prepare but a rich haruest for the wormes If thy body be a hungry let it feed as that of Iob with the sighes of its Misery If it be a thirst let it be quenching its thirst with the humide vapour of its teares as that of Heraclitus And if it reuolt let them put it in chaynes and fetters for so if it dy in torments it shall be resuscited anew in Glory Sardanapalus appeare thou with thy Ghost heere to represent in Idaa those imaginary pleasures which thou hast taken in thy luxuries O it would be a trimme sight to see thee by thy lasciuious Elincea disguised in a womans habit hauing a distaffe by thy side and a spindle in thy hand what are become of those allurements which so charmed thy Spirit What are become of those charmes that so rauished thy soule What are become of those extasies which so made thee to liue besides thy self those imaginary Sweetnesses those delicious imaginations those agreable deceipts and those agreements of obiects where thy senses found the accomplishment of their repose Blind as thou art thou cōsiderest not awhit that Time seemes to bury thy pleasures in their Cradle and euen in their birth how they runne Post to their end through a Law of necessity fetched from their violence The profane fire wherwith thou wast burned hath reduced thy hart into Ashes with thy body and the diuine Iustice hath metamorphized the imaginary paradise of thy life into a true Hell where Cruelty shall punish thee without cease for the cryme of thy lust I confesse that the Sunne hath lent thee its light during an Age for thee to tast very greedily the pleasures sweetnesses of transitory goods But that age is past the sweetnesses vanished thy pleasures at an end and all thy goods as false haue left thee dying but only this griefe to haue belieued them to be true Brutish Soules who sigh without cease after the like passions breake but the crust of your pleasures and cry you out with Salomon how the delights of the world are full of smoke and that all is vanity He lodged within his Pallace 360. Concubines or rather so many Mischiefes which haue put the saluation of his soule in doubt I wonder not awhit that they hoodwincke Loue so to blind our reason for it were impossible our harts should so sigh at all houres after those images of dust but in the blindnes whereto the powers of our soule are reduced O how a Louer esteemes himself happy to possesse the fauours of his mistresse He preferres this good before all those of the earth besides And in the Violence of his passion would he giue as Adam the whole Paradise for an Apple his Crowne for a glasse of water I would say that which he pretends for a litle smoke He giues the name of Goddesse to his Dame as if this title of Honour could be compatible with the Surname she beares of Miserable He adores notwithstanding this Victime and offers Incense to it vpon the same Aultar where it is to be sacrificed His senses in their brutishnes make their God of it and his spirits touched with the same error authorize their Idolatry without considering this Idoll to be a worke of Art couered with a crust of Playster full of putrifaction and which without intermissiō resums the first forme of Earth in running to its end Would they not say now this louer were a true Ixion who imbraceth but the Clouds for in the midst of his pleasures death changes his Body into a shadow full of dread and horrour He belieues he houlds in his Armes this same Idoll dressed vp with those goodly colours which drew his eyes so in admiratiō of her he sees no more of her then the ruines of the pourtraite where the wormes begin already to take their fees Away with these pleasurs of the flesh since all flesh is but hay that death serues not himselfe of his Sith but to make a haruest of it which he carryes to the Sepulcher What Glory is there in the possession of all the women in the world if the fayrest that euer yet haue beene are now but ashes in the Tombe All the flowers in their features are faded as those of the Meadowes and the one and other haue lasted but a Spring Soules of the world demaund of your Eyes what are become of those obiects which so often they haue admired Aske your Eares to know where are those sweet Harmonies which haue charmed them so deliciously make you the same demaund of all your other Senses and they shall altogeather answere you in their manner how their pleasures are vanished in an instant as the flash of a lightening and that they find nothing durable in the world but griefe for the priuation of the things which they loued Admit you haue all sorts of pleasures at a wish for how long tyme are they like to last It may be a moment it may be an houre and would you