fully finisht the world vast Theater He brings up Man and gives the world to see His curious art in their Epitome VVhich but in man he in no creature would They but of Simple hee of Compound mould They but of bodyes only doe consist In man a bodie and a soule contrist His bodie his base part earth represents His heaven-breathd soule earth's soule the elements The ingredients of the world are water Aire Earth fire such man's ingredients are Your leave And thus the semblance I rehearse Betweene the great and little Universe His head 's orbicular like the circular skies Whose lamps meet rivalls in his orient eyes And as t is heaven most like t is heaven most neare Reason swayes her majestiest seepter there That divine guest that makes a man thence all The senses borrow their originall And as their sole and supreme court repaire To manifest their virtues in that chaire Nor may I here forget that comely front That so surprises all that looke upon â—t Those lovely lineaments those goodly graces Attend the sweets of well proportiond faces What wonders nature in his tongue commences The instruments of delicious senses Which wee beyond expresse oftimes refresh With rapsodies from that small filme of flesh How right here 's Pan and phoebus whilst our cares Are partiall twixt our voyces and the spheares Some time t' is full and makes his voice as loud As thundring roating from the shattered cloud But let 's goe downward with his heires and see How it does with the piles of grasse agree The number well concurres in each wee see The numerous foot steps of a deitie Both the effect of moisture who so seekes The Rose or Lillie they so blow in his cheeks Nay what can you present but hee commands The lively transhape from his Protean handes His bloud is like the streams that to and fro Turning and winding are the center through should I here swell my story to present The office of each chord each ligament The Nerves the tendons and the Arteries My life would be toe short to finish these Nay there 's no member but in it I see A theame of wonder to eternitie And yet this body wee can't prayse enuffe Compare it with the soule ti's sordid stuffe Ther 's not such dfference t'wixt the sorrie case And Iewell t'wixt the mask and the faire face God made mans body after all the rest Add after that inspir'd the soule the best The body from the earth the dust ascends The incompounded soule from God descends T' is not the flessi but in the soule that wee Assume the image of the deitie The bodie 's suject to moralitie The soul part of the living God can't dye Natures appointed time of change revolves And it into his elements desolves His native heat does to the fire repaire Water to water breath unto the aire The bones and parts that are more solid must Lye prisners till they render dust to dust Meane time the soul her native station keeps In heaven whilst nature in her causes sleeps A Guesse at HELL Par nullae figura Gehennae ACcursed Topheth how shall I define This dismall dungeon this sad Cell of thine So dark so duskie so devoid of light How shall I see to draw thy picture right VVhat Colours shall I grinde Colours said I Thou art all black black as Proserpines Eye Deep declive beneath the dead Sea is In a blinde hole this thy all black Abysse Thy pitchie Pallace where the chearly Sun Nere comes as out of his commission Nor lends the Moon so much as one odd night To qualifie thy darknesse with her light VVhich we but sleep by No nor all the yeare Does one small starre on thy dark front appeare Thou blackest Moore ask but thy Danaan traine Their tub tash tells thee thou art labour in vaine Goe ask Ixion else or him whose stone Gathers no mosse they all conclude in one Thou the true Negro art and Patentee Of utter shades there is no night but thee The darknes the Egyptians felt was but A type of thine and but too fairely cut Trâ—tareous Tullian how thy tract is trod To Baalzeub knight of the black rod Whose haggie haire curls into snaky torts More terrible then poets poore reportâ— His ghastly yea his grislie looke is such My sense fosakee mee if I thinke on 't much His hornes the pitch fork is where with he turnes Those broyling Sceletons he ever burnes In flames that never shall be quencht but hark I talk of flames and yet I call Hell dark Flames I confesse there are but black not bright Yea there is fire and yet no firelight Fowle feind thy nose is like a Comet or The tayle of some prodigious Meteoï Well may it serve thee for thy red hot purr VVherewith thou dost thy stifling sulphur stirre Thy sooty Eybrowes are as black as coales Smoakt with thine eyes that flame like Oven holes Meane while the Corners where fresh Brimstone lies Pretend a yellow Jandyse in thine eyes But 't is the black the black fiend is thy griefe But thy disease admits of no reliefe Thy mouth like raging Aetna vomits fire The furious flakes of thy unslak't desire As much attractive and as mercilesse as The 7 times hotter headed furnace was Thine armes are firie fetters that embrace Those monuments of miserie whose sad case Thou do'st not pâ—ttie though though seem'st a while To weep upon them like the Crocodile Have you not heard of smoaking Sodom such His breath 's But Sodom smoak's not half so much His veynes are streams of sulphur His loud lungs His bellows And his hideous hands his tongues His black and melancholly bloud containes VVorse venome then â—re lurkt in Centaurs veines And by his cloven foot 't is plainly showne His Kingdom run's upon Division These are his titles The Vnfathom'd Gulfe The Roaring Lion And the Raging Woolfe The Wild Beast of the Forrest The Annoyer Of Christian liberty The Destroyer The Mortall Enemy of all man kinde By these and such like tearmes is he defind Father of Falshood Feeces of the Cup Of Condemnation who can summe thee up Or set thee forth No hand can ere effect it Unlesse that hand that captiv'd thee direct it Envye her Ensign on thy front displaies And like the Basilisk at distance slayes Thy Nose steep as the Alpes parts two deep Cells On this side Hatred That side Malice dwells And cause such beauty some preservatives askes Shame and Confusion are thy constant masks But least my Charkole faile to finish thee Thou art the form of all deformity As for thy vassalls thus begin their evills Their entrance strait transformes them into Devils Their entertainment will be such as they Shall flee to death But death will flye away Hard are their haps so vainly shall implore A deadly reqâ—iem at death's deafned dore The torturous worme that gnawes their consciences Doe's like Prometheus vultur never cease Curses are all their hymmes Their parched throats
hid treasure Nil non laudabile vidi To my Coy Charola 1. YOu cannot love for shame Come blush your self into a penitent flame Does the choice flowre resist Because the faire stâ—n enjoy 't that lift Or the eye-taking fruit Plead not yet ripe away there needs no suit Why women are as truly ours To be enjoy'd as fruit or flowres But t is our fault That we exhalt Them so that they rebell against our powres 2. COme come yet I affect yee If you can't love again Let me direct yee 'T may be 'cause you are fair And levigable as the downy aire You stand upon 't you will not yeeld But Phoenix-like your self will build Do so and then Repent agen When Autumne hath possess'd your own fair field 3. BUt oh behold I woo VVho should command I beg and glad on 't too My Charola admires Since she is Ice I so complain of fires Had she a flaming Dart She would improv't to warm her own cold heart Ah me does not Dame nature stint Her flame-begetting sparks to flint Pray do but feel The stone-cold steel And if you can say there 's no fire within 't 4. But ah my vaine complaint My Obsequies attend a scornfull Saint Water by dropping oft Is wont to make the hardest marble soft But my moist eyes procure No gentlenes but rather make obdure But I have done my do for I Find all things meere in misery And to survive In vain I strive Since I have seen an Angel I must dye 5. How dye why so did not The Queen of Beauty on Adonis dote And Paris confident eyes Survey the features of three Deities Ah but far more divine Is my fair Saint then Paris triviall Trine Whom while I court my hopes but reare A fancy'd Castle in the Aire Not unlike those That do suppose Their wish effected in a falling Star Credo equidem nec vana fides genus esse dearum Love-sick Lucilla to her unkinde Shepheard ANd must I dye and must I dye for love For love that makes me like the Gods above If I must dye what need these flames belike You 'l execute me as an Heretique But Momus teach me a new A. B. C. If firm and faithfull love be heresie If death must be the doom of love pray what Shall be the sentence of novercall hate If zealous love merit a mortall curse Sure hate a cold devotion merits worse Yet how unjust is this stories relate Many that dy'd for love but none for hate Is there no Herb that may my greifs remove No Antidore 'gainst this hot poyson Love Pitty yee Gods pitty my youth and beauty See how each Organ buckles to his duty Cannot my prayers cannot my tears prevail What shall â—y sighs my sobs my groans all fail Where is the Sisters thrift that goes about To cut my Thread ere it be half drawn out Let me but see the twylight of my age And then persue the utmost of your rage Why was Lucina present at my birth Whilst the propitious Gods promis'd me mirth Why came glâ—d Hymen with his Tapour light To mock me with the hopes of nuptiall night And why was Venus then ascendent why Did all the Graces grace me since I dye But while I thus in vain urge my complaint I loose my breath Ah me I fainr I faint Deficiam parvi temporis adde moram To Abstentia 1. I Never was in love Nor will be for my part I never felt the Archer move Alas he has no dart Or else no eyes to hit my heart 2. ANd yet doth love I vow In this my bosome reign â—ut I protest 't is not with you Pardon me Sir J tell you plain T is with Diana's Maiden train 3. ANd though J lend an eare When you present your Ditty Presume not J affect your geare Or you that would seem witty Good faith t is not in love but pitty 4. HEnce then poor flatterers J am and will be free Like those Celestiall Choristers I le hugg my liberty T is that and only that please me Phyllis Funerall COme now my Lambs your selves address Unto your dying Shepheardess Your appetites a while adjourn And pay your duty to â—y Urne In life my flock J follow'd thee In death J prethee follow me Come therefore twenty Lambs in black In white twice twenty at their back Twelve sable Ewes like Widows poore Shall as my mourners go before Six Weathers shall my bearours be Arraid in Negro's Liverie As dark as night and six againe As white as wooll support my train With silver tipps let every horne Our sad and solâ—mne state adorne Crescent as Phaebes let each front VVear a fresh Cypress wreath upon 't Let no rude ruslet here be seen Nor bloody redd But flourishing green Lamb black and purest white These three Summe up my perfect Elegie The black my Lambs doth signifie My losse of life your losse of mee The white does unto you relate My innocence and Virgin state The green does to the world proclaime My life in my immortall fame Now let mee shew yee my intent In my last Will and Testament First I this better part of mine To the Elizian shades resigne And whence I had it I bequeath To the next aire my borrow'd breath Fire shall again have what it lent And water to her Element Shall have recourse All shall returne My ashes also to my Urne In the next place I here dispence Unto my Lambs my innocence Moreover I assigne to them The grass green Meadow last nights dream Presented mee My Ramms are they Shall have my Cornucopia Item I leave my Virgin Zone Unto the Bud as yet uâ— blown My Purple Veynes resign to you Sweet Violets their azure hue Mâ— blushes to the Rose I give My white shall in the Lilly â—ve My golden Trelles shall repâ—ire The ruines of lost Maiden hair My Globes of light after this liâ—e Shall wait on Phoebus and his wife My lofâ—y my Majestick front I leave to Iâ— das sublime Mont. The Cherry or the Ruby rather The eincture from my lips shall gather This breast opposing th' other puts Me so in mind of Cupids Buts I cannot but to him demise The place so fit for exercise Lastly such as they wont receive Mine armes I to â—mbraces leave And now yee know what my last will is Farewell my Flock say farewell Phillis Plâ—no singultibus ore A young Gentleman to his Lady who lookt upon him as too immature MADAM I Love you should I not do so I were an Anchoritâ— and my Breast like Snow Yes I do love and humbly here commence Affection ushererd in with Reverence Deigne but your-lilly hand No bold desire Shall wing up my ambition any higher Nay if that be too much let me descry My rudeness chastiz'd in your scornfull eye I must confess these early years of mine May look on but not love Women nor Wine Not love sayd I who can but love a face So winning unless of Deucalions race
Endeare us to our God for new defence But would you be reveng'd then thus let 't be Plot so as he that made the eye may'nt see To the right honourable the C. of Dâ—RSET Promising a Gentleman her 〈◊〉 in marriage MADAM THe charmefull language from your lips distilld My ravisht eares with heavenly musick fill'd Had I led Love unto your Neeces heart And praid him there transsix his keenest dart His being blind would have left him exempt From penalty And charg'd the whole attempt On my accompt whose boldnes durst aspire Prometheus like unto celestiall fire T were secriledged and just such to bereave Diaâ—â— of a Numph without her leave Or steal a starre from off his region Whilst Phebe slept with her Endymion I had been fellon to your honours bloud And stolne a cignet from that royall floud Had not your grace first given me my book The golden Scepter of your gracious look But now with humble confidence I resort To this faire stream having your warrant for 't Only let me beseech your honour that You 'd ratifie it with a second date Then being armd with this encouragement My next addresse is to the Lady bent My fortunes balance on whose only breath ' Depends the sentence of my life or death If such a match felicitate my life I le treat her as â—y Mistresse though my wisse I le study what may please her and contend With fate to make her happie to the end As for you gratious madam deigne mee still The clear beames of your ladyships good will So shall I be assur'd what I commence Shall ripne in such sun light influence Meane while no thought shall from my breast arise But what I dare present as sacrifice Thus J returne my selfe to both whilst shee Possesse my heart your grace commands my knee The weavers Memento mori AN honest weaver willing to make suer His soule and body with arts ligatur Betooke him to his trade and having got The knack on 't knit them on a weavers knot But death a craftie merchant found a brack And let him plainely see t' would hould no tack Here 's stufâ—e quoth hee alas t' will scarse be worth The looking on when J have laid it forth Where is the fresh gloss is this the lively red You spake of tush t is â—aded fled and dead Alack and well â— day the weaver said How dearly have for this colour paid And yet it gives you no content but J. Poore â— must let must leave my work and die Ah! mee impartiall death where thou dost come Thou either cutst of or concludst the thrum My beame is strong but strengh will not prevaile Golyah's speare stout as my beame did faile My nimble shuttle flitting here and there Presents my life 's in stable character Mark but how swift it to its exit tendes So fleetly fly wee all unto our our ends Jt puts but forth and at its port arives So doth our death begin even with our lives My globe like wheel about its pole is hurld Just as the heavens are rapt about the world And turning to my filling boy behind me ' His winding pipes does of my wind pipe mind mee Jf hee stand still J must not work if the aire Fill not my pipes my work will soon impaire A constant motion to my trade belongs So nature hath her loome my breast my lungs My blouds ' her posting shutle swiftly flies Through the strait conduits of my arteries My purple veines her warping is my haire My tendons find my nerves her tackling are My solid parts my able bones are some Appointed beames some holdfasts of her loome And thus in there owne lomes doe all men weavâ— And women too from cradle to theire grave Nor cease wee all above a minites breath Till wee be turned out of worke by death Thus from those instruments by which Jearnt My livelyhood to dye I likewise learnt I looke but on my eyes And I can read In them the seperation of my thread In laying of my coulours still I found The lowest a memento of the ground The fashions teach mee since they keep no stay The fashion of this world passesaway Come then and wellcome death I have enough Of this vaine world It s fraile and druggie stuffe Can tempt mine eyes no more come fetch me home I le give my life for death my loome for lome To Constantia Let others ply the oares t'wixt doubts and feares For I am past those rocks those tydes of tears My sullen starre is fallen warr 's past and I Laiden with trophies of my victorie How doe I blesse my fate that I did meet With one so 〈◊〉 so faithfull and so sweet My humble knee bowes henceforth to no shrine Though Venus were thy rivall but to thine Happy my dearest happie hee may lye Vnder the tropick of thy gracious eye Nothing but death shall my firme faith remove Nothing but the cold flore shall coole my love The Gâ—rdeon knot that could not be unty'd By art did Alexanders sword divide Our love knot 's faster nor shall armes nor arts Vnlink the chain of our vnited hearts The noon-eyd sun may chance run retrograde And as a Daphne follow his own shade Heaven may descend to earth And earth aspire To Heaven And water be at peace with fire Fishes and fowles may change their elements And take a glory in their new contents But when I faile but when I cease to love The center shall from its fixt base remove VVhen I divid the thread our loves have spun The streames shall back upon there fountaines run This I conclude a possibiltie J may forget my name but never thee Ceres cickle whether art thou gone See'st not our hopes into full harvest growne Come boonest â—acchus come let 's have a health To our best wishes love hath store of wealth View here our vintage see our blest increase Of swelling grapes that only want the presse Hast Hymen hast for wee must find in you The end of our desires and verses too To Bovino You bull it Sir as if you meant a prize VVith milo at the bovine exercise Push for wardâ— your good motion Sir you may Encrease my landlords cornucopia But to speake naked truth they say that you Doe not run to the bull but to the cow VVhere you your selfe in manner of a bull Doe give Europa her white belly full And as t is fit you should haveing gone halves In getting now you help to keepe the Calves But have a care St. Stephens wide gates are near You 'l run your selfe ouâ— ere you be aware The FLEETS MY wishes greet The English fleet May no stormes tosse The Harp and Crosse Smile gentle fate Vpon our State Attend all health This Common wealth The Navie of the Dutch I all good fortunes grutch Vantrump and his Sea forces Shall have my daily curses Vpon the Dutch and Dane VVait their eternall bane The Cavalering part I vallew not a fart To adrunken