health in both the Worlds Of Venus ♀ MAdam behold your vertues doe intice The best of art to write the worst of vice That as the beautious forme of christall light Opposde to darknesse seemes more richly-bright So from the times worst obiects you may spie How vertue shines best by her contrarie And best doth edifie when to our sense She seemes to vertue in her innocence Like some cleare liquid cloud against the Sunne In proudest formes of opposition Heere shall you see the Anatomie of times And imperfections bowelld with the crimes Of brazen impudence condemn'd to death Like Traytors breathing an infectious breath From your sweet fauours I began this booke And hope a faire successe from your faire looke As earth to heauen presented to our sense Seemes but a point to the circumference Compar'd to his large bodie so in show Are these my studies vnto that Iowe Vnto your Ladiship this mite shall speake My Art and Hart both gratefull although weake As Dwarfes seeme gracious so may proue this elfe This booke though small may teach great time it selfe Your Ladiships humble and poore Kinsman of his duty Robert Anton. THE PHYLOSOPHERS FIFT Satyr of Venus ♀ NExt vnto blood and death the Paphian queene Of the inferiour-planets first is seene The harbinger of faire Auroras light Bright day-starre sliking the rough brow of night Faire Citharaea amorous flame of loue That next vnto the glorious sunne doth moue Goddesse of generation that dost giue A father to each Bastard how to liue Make my Muse ramble that it truly tell The scapes of lust that in thy influence dwell Appeare you horned-monsters that do swell With high-brow-Antlers that gainst heaun rebell And stumble against Taurus with your hornes Behold the lustfull Planet of your scornes By whose insatiate and hot lustfull fire Your wiues are strumpets your brows rear'd higher Vnder this starre bright Helena was bred That made her hushand higher by the head And Messalina by this planets power Wife to great Claudius Romes high Emperour Fall two and twentie times in one sole day Cornuted Caesar with her lustfull play Here may thy Satyr riot with thy pen And lash to blood this crooked fate of men Whose shameleswiues o'r warmd with bastard wine Like Messalina breakes that sacred signe That holy wedlocke in their vowes hath made By that lasciuious and insatiate trade That nature growes so horrid and so full That like Pasiphae amored of a Bull In any forme of incest or hot rape The sensuall appetite affects his shape Preposterous motions in this planet raigne Mothers turne Bawdes vnto their Daughters gaine Husbands haue sold their wiues like Galliflaues Vnto a strangers bed whole streets of knaues Deepe red in hot Adulterie so confounds The reputation of our honest grounds As if the world and Iustices agreede To make a Chaos of their bastard seede Why frownes not Minos at that ciuill whore That in a Puritans habit dwells next doore Vnto his worship and with Saintlike motion Minces the pauement with her pure deuotion Whom some hot Tradesman keeps doth disguise In Angels robes to gull the iealous eies Of shallow iudgement following Machauell Cunning in sinne treads warily to hell Why Carts not iustice that old Dipsas Baude That with her sorcerous charmes disperst abroad Among the vestall Virgins holy bred Hath betrai'd many a well-borne Maidenhead To the luxurious hands of riotous heyres Drowning their mothers happinesse in teares Why doe our lustfull Theaters entice And personate in liuely action vice Draw to the Cities shame with guilded clothes Such swarmes of wiues to breake their nuptiall othes Or why are women rather growne so mad That their immodest feete like planets gad With such irregular motion to base Playes Where all the deadly sinnes keepe hollidaies There shall they see the vices of the times Orestes incest Cleopatres crimes Lucullus surfets and Poppeas pride Virgineaes rape and wanton Lais hide Her Sirens charmes in such eare charming sense As it would turne a modest audience To brazen-fac'et profession of a whore Their histories perswade but action more Vices well coucht in pleasing Sceanes present More will to act then action can inuent And this the reason vnlesse heauen preuent Why women most at Playes turne impudent And yet not to their sexe doe we applie A Stoicall and stout necessitie Of shamefull sinne to women in this kind But I could wish their modestie confin'd To a more ciuill and graue libertie Of will and free election carefullie Hating this hellish confluence of the stage That breeds more grosse infections to the age Of separations and religious bonds Then e're religion with her hallowed hands Can reunite rather renew thy web With chast Penelope then staine thy bed With such base incantations But why in vaine Doe I confound the musicke of my straine With such vnrellisht Pantomimmicke slaues Whose liues prophane a lashing Satyr craues Oh yet my graue muse be not to profuse Applaud their good scourge onely their abuse No rather my keene pen with art dissect The Anotomie of woman whose defect May reade such Physicke to their longing sexe As what most horrid guilt of lust deâ—ects And cast aspersions on their Angels faces May salue their burning feauers of disgraces Not in a squibbing vaine my pen shall taske Your feeble imperfections but vnmaske With far more reuerent hand your slippery natures Since your first fall proues you backsliding creatures When heauen and earth from his confusion tooke Proportion firme and a more gracious looke Of order and creation then was crown'd Man the imperiall Monarch of this Round Which being made of a grosse element Vnfit alone for Kingly gouernment Woman as his adiutor was assign'd That to their powers the earth might be confin'd And man then one in number therefore none In her might be more perfect then alone When she was made in that prime innocence Each element bestowed the quintessence Of his best qualities fire then was more remisse With out hot lust that now more ex'lent is Water did temper his moyst qualitie Without the swetting palmes of venerie The subtill parts of aire did not inspire A lightnesse to their body or desire The sollid parts of earth vpheld their frame That now falls back to ruinate the same Her harmonie of nature most refin'd From the dull Mans an Angell in her kind Her face as beautious as the Crysped Morne Strooke from smudg'dnight created and not borne To keepe grosse-pated Adams from foule sin With adoration like some Cherubin Which not alone that naked Sill could doe Except the mightie mouer had made two Both which had kept faire Edens royalties To their succession and posterities And then vncensur'd had the woman ben From th' originall cause of mortall sinne Had not that Hel-bred Politician Beguil'd the woman and the woman man But since her sacred reason was beguil'd And she for him and he for both exild From that foure-riuer-running-Paradice To the large cursed center of their vice
He 's wisest that by others harmes growes wise When I behold the Queene of seas and night Shifting her formes in changes to our sight I see the world Cameleon-like pursue Her changing humors and her diuers hue Sometimes me thinks I see a peasant ride In his full-moone of surfet and of pride As if he tilted gainst authoritie Defied his Taylors importunitie Scornd his poore Saffron-laundresse and his hoast Beat his poore Shoomaker and rid in post To dicing-Tauerns next day without faile His moone is chang'd he damned in a Iayle Sometimes I see some sacred retiques turnd To Theaters prophane and tapers burnd For damned Comedies where singing quires At midnight cast their odoriferous fires Which to a diuell would appeare a change Of most vnchristian toleration strange Sometimes I see more then mine eyes would see Steeples to stables turn'd and Sanctitie Chang'd into rauenous Roabes of pollicie That I more wonder at this transmutation Then at the Moones alturnate alteration Againe reflect mine eye vpon the age That was and is I see times pilgrimage Corrupted with such pestilence of euill That man to man turnes wolfe nay more a diuell I see ambition begging innocence Well-landed for a foole as if all sense Were tied to pompe or policie of state That our best landed men are fooles by fate Which makes meÌ„ count a Scholler blest in Schooles Which though they begge the 'r seldom begd for fools He 's got in an Eclipse so weake by birth He liues by th' aire hath not a foote of earth This is a fatall thing prodigious chance Great fortunes fauour grossest ignorance Sometimes I see the euer-turning spheare Of man and fortune like new-Moones appeare Still waxing to a full increase of light Till it seeme round full circled and most bright To all men eyes till by the darkesome shade Of some mischance a blacke eclipse be made Thus haue I seene inconstant Tradesmen floate Now rich to morrow broake not worth a groate T is the condition of this glorious frame And all things that beneath the Moone we name Nay eu'n the things aboue her orbed face Do couet changes from their naturall place Till with mutations all things thinke it best To melt vnto their Chaos and so rest When man is borne and speechlesse prophesies Of times successions and his miseries He first begins to waxe then wanes to worse Sees many Moones and then begins to curse The changes of the times which many yeares His vexed soule hath markt the swift careeres Of Sunne and Moone and notes the age turnd Iew With tedious howers then he bids adeiw Vnto his golden daies when in his rage His long liu'd tongue speakes of the wicked age Tels what a braue world t was when Bullens towers Trembled like Aspen leaues at Henries powres Obseruing not the world the same to stand VVhen t is mens manners change and not the land Here could I fing the changes of all states Eu'n from the conquering and victorious gates Of Tyber-grasping Roome tell of her storie VVrite of her changes and her waning glorie Euen to this mightie Westerne Monarchie Since first the Danes subdude her libertie But more then I can write all things perswade What euer were or is to be shall fade And though the world were euiternall thought T is not eternall but shall change to nought But now I turne my sailes from seas to land Here 's more then men will reade or vnderstand Though orderly next to the firmament These wandring planets do themselues present And next to them earth water aire and fire Succeed in place my spirit to inspire VVith matter of diuine Philosophie To tell of euerie primate qualitie That with predomination doth present The Lordly pride of euerie Element In bodies mixt and first I should repaire To the three Regions of the subtill Aire Tell of the fearefull Comets in the skie Whose diuers formes giue to the prodigie Ten fearefull seuerall kinds which so we name As they are diuers in their formes or flame Of thunder lightning and their blasting mightâ— Of haile snow raine and tempests of the night Of Fiers that haunt Churchyards and forlorne graues Of Winds by which our ships dance on the waues Of earthquakes and the veines of euerie mine Of gold for which we cut the burning line Of plants of trees and of their qualities How in their formes and place they simbolize And how againe for enuie and despight The vine and Colewort neuer do delight To grow one by another then to sing Of glistering Iewels and each pretious thing To tell the vertue of the Chrysolite The sparkling Carbuncle that shines by night The purple Hyacinth whose stone imparts Sollace and mirth to our griefe-nummed harts The heauenly Azure Saphirs qualitie Whom Authors say preserueth chastitie The greene Smaragdus foe to Venus reakes Whose stone in hot coniunction blushing breakes And many more that by the glorious Sunne In the earths wombe take their conception These in their order should my pen incite Of Natures vniuersall workes to write And in sweet morall lectures to applie The worlds abuses to their misterie But that I hardly can be brought to thinke The time loues gaull by which I make mine inke Or haue so much wit in their shallow braines To reade and vnderstand me for my paines For by this plague we euer are outstript When we whip others we our selues are whipt By Carters and poore silly senslesse hinds Whose grosser bodies carry grosser minds For vnderstanding such lend onely lookes And thinke of Poems as of coniuring bookes Where in they see braue circles to the eye But more admire then know the misteriee Of Arts profunditie I feare none but such My selfe hath liu'd too long and writ too much FINIS Pâ—thagoras his opinion The end of Man Anaxagoras Principle Motus raptus Or contrary motion Plinie lib. 1. vt nauta naui it a intelligentia coeli Zab. lib. de motu coeli Scalig. excer 68. Sect. 1. Heauenneeds no place of conseruation Sol homo generat hominem Ptolomies opinion Empuros Arist. Aquinas his opinion Math. Ch. 5. In this heauen Paul was rapt Genes 1. Parescumparibus Sapiens dominabitur Astris Aâ—st lib. 1. de coelo The world is eternall Theophrastus Plinie Cic. Odimus quos timemus Uox populi vox Dei Corruptio vnius generatio alterius The beautious Princesse Elizabeth Arist. l. 4. probl 15. Animum cum coelo mutant Zabarell lib. 1. de motu grauium leuium Uenienti occurrite morbo Non nobis solum nati Aristocratâ—a Democratia Monarchia Omnis motus non est causa calorss Scaliger Virtus vera nobilâ—tas Omnia mea mecum porte Pithegoeas his opinion Anima est totaâ—toto in qualibet parte Thales opinion of water to be the mother of all things Himmasequitur temperamentum corporis opino Galen Zeuxis an excellent Painter Singulariae sensus vniuersaliâ— intellectus Aris. Topi. lib. prim Ichnumon or Pharoahs rat Regdomontanus made a Flie of Iron like a natural Flie. * Copernicus his opinion
heu quanta patimur cum musarum alumni fulmine hoc attoniti obstupescimus modulamur lepidè viuimus misere non vbera porrigit mater Academia vae nobis apud ecclesiasticos darivacuum apud philosophos nequaquam clamitant vulgi non esse motum generationis sed corruptionis haec communis glossa populi hinc lachrimae nostrae hinc singultus et gemitus virtutis penè sepultae quae adeo squalida et pannosa apparet vt nulla fides fronti Asylum tuum inter haec efflagito tu qui Atheis strenue effulges obstaculum mihi adsis et opusculo propugnaculum quod scripsi tua venerabili et paterna indulgentia nullam patietur apostasiam aut authorem suum abnegabit lurida aetas suauiorem non meretur fabulam aut cantilenam quà m vitiosam illius corruptelam acctoso plectro profligare cetera sileo supplex pro tua in terris vita in coelis corona militans ego non triumphans musophilos finem impono Gratiae tuae et summae pietati deuotissimus Robertus Anton. THE PHILOSOPHERS SECOND Satyr of Saturne ♄ THe next aboue this kingly Planets place Highest of all is Saturn's fullen face Pale and of ashie colour male content A Catelline to mortall temperament That would blow vp the Capitol of man With enuious influence melencholy wan And much resembling a deepe plodding pate Whose sallow iawbones sinke with wasting hate At others streames of fortunes whil'st alone His shallow current dries with lasting moane And if there hate be in a heauenly brest This Plannet with that furie is possest Suspending our propention with bad fate Inspiring Tragick plots of death and hate Torturing our inclinations like a wrack To dismal proiects ominous and black Prodigious thoughts and deepe-fetcht treacheries Beating the skul with sullen phantasies And marke what downe-cast looks we see in Nature This Planet fathers for a fatall creature And each profound plot drawne from sullen earth From Saturn's spirit is inspir'd with birth And yet Philosophers affirmed thus That Saturnists were most ingenious Who long retaine their great Italian-hate Wittie in nothing but things desperate To glut reuenge with studious memorie Of shallow wrongs or some slight iniurie VVhich if this be his wit to study ill Take my wits mad-man leaue me simple still Vnder this dogged starre th' infected moode Of discontented Graduates hatch their broode Flying like swallowes from the winters frost To warme preferment in a forren coast And there vent all their long digested hate In scandalous volumes gainst the King and State Flying from Tarsus to proud Niniuie Recusants both in faith and loyaltie Apostates in religion when they please Brauely to mount the Crosse they crosse the Seaes These from this humerous Planet suck their birth Leauing deepe wounds vpon their mother earth What cause hath mou'd thee thou deep malecontent To change thy faith with the aires Element If Angli are cald Angeli Oh tell Why hath their pride thrown these frō heauen to hel Is it because thou hast sung sweete in all The liberal Arts and now through want doost fall Or doost thou wonder at pluralities Impropriations or absurdities Of a lay Patron that doth still present An asse before a grand proficient Why maruell not at these preposterous crimes That very Heathen men in former times Haue scoft at in excesse of bitter iest And like true prophets thus these times exprest Giue to thy Cooke saith th' one full twenty pound To thy foole ten but to a man profound As thy Physitian ten groates shall suffice Thus thus appeares a Scholers miseries For should blind Homer come to sing his song With Lyrick sweetnesse or the Muses tongue Had he all languages that first began At the confusion to astonish man Yet with a Coachman he durst not contend For wages though Apollo stood his friend For thriue they cannot by the sacred Arts. A Coachman Taylor or the Faulkeners parts Dwell in the breast of greatnesse but indeed Time must haue changes though all vertue bleede Yet I could wish to turne the sullen tide Of their dull Planet to a rectified And more calme motion and a while restraine The turbulent billowes of their sullen vaine VVith temperat moderation to appease In Halcion-smoothenes all those rougher seaes Of passion and sequesterd discontent No aire so sweet as their owne Element As death to fish torne from their naturall place Expires their waterie spirits in like case That man that from his naturall mother flies Buried in strangers earth his dutie dies Yet time may calme that hot-spur'd violence Of fugitiue Saturnists as in naturall sense We see in heauie bodies throwne by force By strong compulsion thwarting natures course Chasing the aire with strong actiuitie Yet towards his end the moouing facultie Chast with precedent motion faints and dies And in consumption to his center hies VVhich is the cause why motions violent Their spirits spent creepe to their Element Which first were made of motion sith at last That vertue dies by which he first was cast As farre from his beginning So time shall change Their violent passions who are borne to range Transported with a furious discontent When all their Romish witchcrafts hath neere spent Their violent motion then with deere-bought paine They moue vnto their sweete-aire once againe Yet trust not to the mercie of the yeeres To reconcile by time that which appeares Times shame in thy originall despaire Once fall'n heauens may but wondrously repaire For though relapses are not cured with ease He 's safe that meetes his first spice of disease Which to preuent leaue of that surgerie That makes your soule a bare Anatomie And cuts the flesh of your more bleeding land With Lions hearts not with a Ladies hand In poysons counterpoysons doe contend Rather liue here poore then at Rome offend Vse learning as a looking-glasse to see What others are in thy infirmitie But not as burning-glasses gainst the Sunne To force a fire to thy ambition But as Archimedes his cunning plies That by reflection burnt whole Argos eies With artificiall glasses so from each hart His Countries good tithes the most punctuall part Of Art and Nature whose diuided ends Shares euerie man to Countrie Kings and Friends The seuen wise Sages of Philosophie Whom golden pages keepe in memorie In spight of Enuy crownd Art with this praise Their countreys wore the Oliue they the Bayes Which showes that Monarchies or Policy Diuided into this triplicity Then on a sollid base did firmly stand When Art was pure restoratiue to their land And prickt no veine of their owne natiue clime But gaue a temperet dyet to the time Vrging no forraine nations to enforce Their naturall tempers crosse to natures course Then learning florisht without Sophistry Or mixture of selfe-pleasing phantasie Reason did checke an high opinion'd minde And Schollers like some wealthy men definde To be but simplex animall that then Like citizens now were held the
Almanack With golden Epacts and new Moones doe crack The sturdie ioynts of Ephemerides With yeerely Sunnes and annuall compasses Whose merit euen the voice of God proclaimes With voice of all the people in the names Of our most reuerent Senate in which place Our graue Patricians more then th' outward grace Stands like a Center from whose point diuine To Brittanis Circle comes an equal line Of state and conscience which but drawne frō hence Makes vp an honor'd state-circumference 'T is not quick siluer'd-spirits that can run Throughout the vaine of earth with motion Of vnconcockted trauels that can merit The name of a State-mettall till the spirit By which his actiue nature still goes round Betempered with more massie stuffe and sound That in the winding Laberynth of state Iudicious eares may rightly terminate The most large bodies of the ranging time To a confin'd and superficiall line Not trauell but the minds graue residence That like the Sunnes vnited excellence Collected to the center of the glasse With greater vertue doth the obiect passe Makes a true States-man as in natures course Not euery motion can produce a force To be the cause of heate as in the Sunne We feele more heate when his hot beames doe runne vnited not disperst so fit for state Are iudgements setled and most temperate Not errant like a Planet but at rest Like the Polestarre with in his constant brest Then thou that snarl'st at their transcendent ranke And art thy selfe like some poore Mountibanke Made vp of drugges and tongues of euery land More fit for Ordinaries then command In the Abysse of state that with profound And perpendicular iudgements plumbes the ground Of euery scruple with deepe beames diuine Euen to th'vnmeasured bottom of each Mine The infinite thought creates repent thus farre Curse thy Dog-daies and rate thy sullen starre Packe foole to French-Baloone and there at play Consume the progresse of thy sullen day For such light pastimes suite a giddy braine Or if thy muddy and grosse feeding vaine Must needs be spic'd with Saturne walke More-fields The shades of malecontents whose causes yeelds Whole sholes of trauellers there may thine eies Surfet to see thy dull aspect arise And Planet-strike the Organ of thy sence With grosse and melancholly influence Cast here and there with enuious characters On lymping Souldiers and wild trauellers That sit a Sunning vnder some greene tree VVondring what riches are or rich men be But leauing these vnto the silent night Raw aires and hayecockes and the best delight Of such poore Grasshoppers that onely sing The Summer of their yeares with wandring Of fruitlesse voiages Next we present A gratious starre faire and beneuolent Drope Saturne with thy sullens to the earth VVhil'st Ioues bright star gets more auspicious birth Of Iubiter TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTIE PRINCE CHARLES a long life mortall and immortall TO you sweet Prince I sacrifice these lines Princes should liue by princely disciplines 'T is most collaterall Manna Angels foode It 's not so princely to bee great as good Planets rule man but Princes as they are Cald gods sway vs by vertue rule their starre What almanaks haue written in their praise In you haue greater power that oreswaies The doubt of art for certainely we know The full Moones of your vertues how they grow I wish your life may runne as doth your starre Orbd noblie and most nobly regular Or rather more for heauenly things aboue If they but crosse vs haue more hate then loue The teeming plowman thus will curse their powers When starres doe promise more in shew then showers But you are farre more prosprous and shall shine Blest in your influence mortall and diuine Enough is said in fine this booke shall tell T is good to be borne great best to doe well Your graces poore Subiect R. A. THE PHILOSOPHERS THIRD Satyr of Iupiter ♃ NOt Iupiter transform'd to many shapes His transmutations or celestiall scapes Amorous imbracings and adulterate fires Hot scalding passions and vnchast desires Nor of his tri-form'd thunder we describe That mauld th' aspiring Giants for their pride But of a heauenly bodie from whose merit Heroick actions drawe a noble spirit Vnder this stately and maiesticke starre Made happie by the raigne of Iupiter Are all those royall actions sweetly sung By our Welch Bards or the poettick tongue Of rauishing Lyrickes whose high Muses sings Starre-kissing Poems of the state of Kings The swelling tide of time whose mightie flood Like to an Ocean curl'd the streames of blood Of Kings and Worthies with true honour died Vnder this Princely Planet stellified True noble sparkes that can the soule define In honord persons in this Planet shine And giues essentiall formes to royall bloods Eternall to their names more then their goods Or fortunes can distinguish and deriues True honor not in name but in their liues Gentilitie from hence so riches bred That like a silke-worme it spinnes out his web That others might giue armes and weare his good More rich in vertues then blaz'd forth in blood Young Alexander whose triumphant hand Like some great earthquake shooke the sollid land With warlike rufflings of his princely mind By this aspect was at his birth assigned To honord enterprices and from hence Imperiall scepters draw their eminence And euery noble action of high fame That giues to honor an immortall name To Chronicles and times this starre doth blesse With an eternall Trophie of successe Which since his Princely flames scornes common men In a heroicke furie chafes our pen Tell me thou Royall States man to the Sunne Great signior of the worlds perfection High Treasurer for honourable brests That with imperiall wreathes adornes their crests Where are those Heroes whom Iupiter Did canonize euen in their Sepulcher And after death blest with thy influence Enspheard their soules with thy intelligence Crane vp true honor through the horned Moone That now vsurpes the day and shames bright noone With their confused actions where are those That had more honour in their minds then clothes Great Caesars Court did shine with warlick hands Ieer Atlas Ieer and laugh at yellow bands That now do staine the times Tell Iupiter The worlds mad after Safforn and preferre A most sur-reuerence fashion like a purge Before the conquest of the worlds large verge Gentilitie lookes like some painted whoore Whom wise men pittie though times-Bands adore Rather bright starre of heauen drop from thy place And kisse the Chaos then thy smiles disgrace On their natiuities that doe pretend Their linage from the Sunne which loath doth lend His beames to such corruptions purified As that most noisome muckhill of their prides Whose vapors sluffe the organ of mans sense With such mortalitie of peslilence That each phantastick corner of the land Stinkes with infection of a yellow band And yet can boast their gentry from a starre Kinde in coniunction and familiar To their high Fates Laugh Laugh Democritus Heer 's a right Comedie though vicious