coast And let that double-headed mountain hallow No more the honour'd name of great Apollo And may the Pegasean spring that uses To cheer the palats of the thirstie Muses Drie up and let this happie Isle of thine Preserve Apolloes harp where every line Carries a Suada with 't and doth display The banners of heav'n-born Urania Henceforth let all the world thy verse admire Before that Thracean Orpheus charming lyre He but enchanted Beasts but thy divine And higher aires bring Deities to this Isle of thine A. C. MAns Bodie 's like a house his greater bones Are the main timber and the lesser ones Are smaller splints his ribs are laths daub'd o're Plaister'd with flesh and bloud his mouth 's the doore His throat 's the narrow entrie and his heart Is the great chamber full of curious art His midriffe is a large partition-wall 'Twixt the great chamber and the spacious hall His stomack is the kitchin where the meat Is often but half sod for want of heat His splene's a vessell nature does allot To take the skumme that rises from the pot His lungs are like the bellows that respire In ev'ry office quickning ev'ry fire His nose the chimney is whereby are vented Such fumes as with the bellows are augmented His bowels are the sink whose part 's to drein All noisome filth and keep the kitchin clean His eyes are crystall windows cleare and bright Let in the object and let out the sight And as the timber is or great or small Or strong or weak 't is apt to stand or fall Yet is the likeliest building sometimes known To fall by obvious chances overthrown Ofttimes by tempests by the full-mouth'd blasts Of heav'n sometimes by fire sometimes it wastes Through unadvis'd neglect put case the stuffe Were ruine-proofe by nature strong enough To conquer time and age put case it should Ne're know an end alas our leases would What hast thou then proud flesh and bloud to boast Thy dayes are evil at best but few at most But sad as merriest and but weak at strongest Vnsure at surest and but short at longest FRAN. QUARLES THE PURPLE ISLAND OR THE ISLE OF MAN CANT I. STAN I. THe warmer Sun the golden Bull outran And with the Twins made haste to inne and play Scatt'ring ten thousand flowres he new began To paint the world and piece the length'ning day The world more aged by new youths accrewing Ah wretched man this wretched world pursuing Which still grows worse by age older by renewing 2 The shepherd-boyes who with the Muses dwell Met in the plain their May-lords new to chuse For two they yearely chuse to order well Their rurall sports and yeare that next ensues Now were they sat where by the orchyard walls The learned Chame with stealing water crawls And lowly down before that royall temple falls 3 Among the rout they take two gentle swains Whose sprouting youth did now but greenly bud Well could they pipe and sing but yet their strains Were onely known unto the silent wood Their nearest bloud from self-same fountains flow Their souls self-same in nearer love did grow So seem'd two joyn'd in one or one disjoyn'd in two 4 Now when the shepherd-lads with common voice Their first consent had firmly ratifi'd A gentle boy thus 'gan to wave their choice Thirsil said he though yet thy Muse untri'd Hath onely learn'd in private shades to feigne Soft sighs of love unto a looser strain Or thy poore Thelgons wrong in mournfull verse to plain 5 Yet since the shepherd-swains do all consent To make thee lord of them and of their art And that choice lad to give a full content Hath joyn'd with thee in office as in heart Wake wake thy long thy too long sleeping Muse And thank them with a song as is the use Such honour thus conferr'd thou mayst not well refuse 6 Sing what thou list be it of Cupids spite Ah lovely spite and spitefull lovelinesse Or Gemma's grief if sadder be thy sprite Begin thou loved swain with good successe Ah said the bashfull boy such wanton toyes A better minde and sacred vow destroyes Since in a higher love I setled all my joyes 7 New light new love new love new life hath bred A life that lives by love and loves by light A love to him to whom all loves are wed A light to whom the Sunne is darkest night Eyes light hearts love souls onely life he is Life soul love heart light eye and all are his He eye light heart love soul he all my joy blisse 8 But if you deigne my ruder pipe to heare Rude pipe unus'd untun'd unworthy hearing These infantine beginnings gently bear Whose best desert and hope must be your bearing But you O Muses by soft Chamus sitting Your daintie songs unto his murmures fitting Which bears the under-song unto your chearfull dittying 9 Tell me ye Muses what our father-ages Have left succeeding times to play upon What now remains unthought on by those Sages Where a new Muse may trie her pineon What lightning Heroes like great Peleus heir Darting his beams through our hard-frozen aire May stirre up gentle heat and vertues wane repair 10 Who knows not Iason or bold Tiphys hand That durst unite what Natures self would part He makes Isles continent and all one land O're seas as earth he march'd with dangerous art He rides the white-mouth'd waves and scorneth all Those thousand deaths wide gaping for his fall He death defies fenc't with a thin low wooden wall 11 Who ha's not often read Troyes twice-sung fires And at the second time twice better sung Who ha's not heard th' Arcadian shepherds quires Which now have gladly chang'd their native tongue And sitting by slow Mincius sport their fill With sweeter voice and never equall'd skill Chaunting their amorous layes unto a Romane quill 12 And thou choice wit Loves scholar and Loves master Art known to all where Love himself is known Whether thou bidd'st Vlysses hie him faster Or dost thy fault and distant exile moan Who ha's not seen upon the mourning stage Dire Atreus feast and wrong'd Medea's rage Marching in tragick state and buskin'd equipage 13 And now of late th' Italian fisher-swain Sits on the shore to watch his trembling line There teaches rocks and prouder seas to plain By Nesis fair and fairer Mergiline While his thinne net upon his oars twin'd With wanton strife catches the Sunne and winde Which still do slip away and still remain behinde 14 And that French Muses eagle eye and wing Hath soar'd to heav'n and there hath learn'd the art To frame Angelick strains and canzons sing Too high and deep for every shallow heart Ah blessed soul in those celestiall rayes Which gave thee light these lower works to blaze Thou sitt'st emparadis'd and chaunt'st eternall layes 15 Thrice happy wits which in your springing May Warm'd with the Sunne of well deserved favours Disclose your buds and your fair blooms display Perfume the aire
That the liver is first in time and making is manifest because the Nurse the vein that feeds the infant yet in the wombe empties it self upon the liver m The first excrement drawn from the liver to the gall is cholerick bitter like flame in colour which were it not removed and kept in due place would fill all the body with bitternesse and gnawing n Choledochus or the Gall is of a membranous substance having but one yet that a strong tunicle It hath two passages one drawing the humour from the liver another conveying the overplus into the first gut and so emptying the gall And this fence hath a double gate to keep the liquour from returning o The second ill humour is earthy and heavy which is drawn from the liver by little vessels unto the splene the native seat of melancholie here some have placed laughter but the splene seems rather the seat of malice and heavinesse p If the splene should fail in this office the whole body would be filled with melancholy fancies and vain terrours q Where the splene flourishes and the body decayes and withers where the splene is kept down the body flourishes Hence Stratonicus merrily said that in Crete dead men walked because they were so splenitive and pale-coloured r Trajan compared the splene to his exchequer because as his coffers being full drained his subjects purses so the full splene makes the body saplesse s The watery humour with some good bloud which is spent for the nourishment of those parts is drawn by the kidneys t The Ureters receive the water separated from the bloud as distilled from little fleshie substances in the kidneys like to teats u The kidneys are both alike the left somewhat higher both have a double skinne and both compassed with fat a The heart is the seat of heat and life therefore walled about with the ribs for more safety b The breasts or paps are given to men for strength and ornament to women for milk and nurserie also c When the infant grows big he so oppresseth the vessels of bloud that partly through the readinesse of the passage but especially by the providence of God the bloud turns back to the breast there by an innate but wonderfull facultie is turned into milk d The breasts are in figure hemisphericall whose tops are crowned with the teats about which are reddish circles called Areolae or little altars e In the Thorax or breast are sixty five muscles for respiration or breathing which is either free or forced The instruments of forced breathing are sixtie foure whereof thirtie two distend and as many contract it f The instrument of the free breathing is the Diazome or Diaphragme which we call the midriffe as a wall parting the heart and liver Plato affirms it a partition between the seats of desire and anger Aristotle a barre to keep the noisome odour of the stomack from the heart g The midriffe dilates it self when it draws in contracts it self when it puffes out the aire h The midriffe consists of two circles one skinny the other fleshie It hath two tunicles as many veins and arteries and foure nerves i Here most men have placed the seat of laughter It hath much sympathie with the brain so that if the midriffe be inflamed present madnes easues it k Within the Pleura or skinne which clotheth the ribs on the inside compasses this middle region l The chiefest part of this middle region is the Heart placed in the midst of this province and of the whole bodie fitly was it placed in the midst of all as being of all the most needfull m The Heart is immured partly by a membrane going round about it and thence receiving his name and a peculiar tunicle partly with an humour like whey or urine as well to cool the heart as to lighten the body n The flesh of the heart is proper and peculiar to it self not like other muscles of a figure pyramicall The point of the heart is as with a diademe girt with two arteries and a vein called the crowns o Though the heart be an entire body yet it is severed into two partitions the right and left of which the left is more excellent and noble p The right receives into his hollownesse the bloud flowing from the liver and concocts it q This right side sends down to the lungs that part of this bloud which is lesse laboured and thicker but the thinner part it sweats through a fleshie partition into the left side r This fleshie partition severs the right side from the left at first it seems thick but if it be well viewed we shall see it full of many pores or passages s Two skinny additions from their likenesse called the ears receive the one the thicker bloud that called the right the other called the left takes in the aire sent by the lungs t The left side of the heart takes in this aire and bloud and concocting them both in his hollow bosome sends them out by the great arterie into the whole body u In the heart are foure great vessels the first is the hollow vein bringing in the blood from the liver at whose mouth stand three little folding doores with three forks giving passage but no return to the bloud * The second vessel is called the arterie-vein which rising from the right side of the heart carries down the bloud here prepared to the lungs for their nourishment Here also is the like three-folding doore made like half circles giving passage from the heart but not backward x The third is called the Veiny arterie rising from the left side which hath two folds three-forked y The fourth is the great arterie This hath also a floudgate made of three semicircular membranes to give out load to the virall spirits and stop their regresse z The Heart is the fountain of life and heat to the whole bodie and the seat of passions a The Pneumon or lungs is nearest the heart whose flesh is light and spongie very large It is the instrument of breathing and speaking divided into many parcels yet all united into one bodie b The Lungs are covered with a light very thinne tunicle left it might be an hinderance to the motion c The winde-pipe which is framed partly of cartilage or grissy matter because the voice is perfected with hard smooth things these cartilages are compassed like a ring partly of skin which tie the grisles together d And because the rings of the grifles do not wholly meet this space is made up by muscles that so the meat-pipe adjoyning might not be galled or hurt e The Larynx or covering of the winde-pipe is a grisly substance parted into foure grisles of which the first is ever unmoved and in women often double f Adjoyning to it is the Oesophagus or meat-pipe conveying meats and drinks to the stomack g At whose end is the Epiglottis or cover of the throat the
in his heart hate rage and furie reigne Fierce was his look when clad in sparkling tire But when dead palenesse in his cheek took seisure And all the bloud in 's boyling heart did treasure Then in his wilde revenge kept he nor mean nor measure 56 Look as when waters wall'd with brazen wreath Are sieg'd with crackling flames their common foe The angrie seas 'gin foam and hotly breathe Then swell rise rave and still more furious grow Nor can be held but forc't with fires below Tossing their waves break out and all o'reflow So boyl'd his rising bloud and dasht his angry brow 57 For in his face red heat and ashie cold Strove which should paint revenge in proper colours That like consuming fire most dreadfull roll'd This liker death threatens all deadly dolours His trembling hand a dagger still embrac't Which in his friend he rashly oft encas't His shields devise fresh bloud with foulest stain defac't 58 Next him Erithius most unquiet swain That all in law and fond contention spent Not one was found in all this numerous train With whom in any thing he would consent His Will his Law he weigh'd not wrong or right Much scorn'd to bear much more forgive a spight Patience he th' asses load and cowards Vertue hight 59 His weapons all were fram'd of shining gold Wherewith he subt'ly fought close under hand Thus would he right from right by force withhold Nor suits nor friends nor laws his slights withstand Ah powerfull weapon how dost thou bewitch Great but base mindes spott'st with leprous itch That never are in thought nor ever can be rich 60 Upon his belt fastned with leather laces Black boxes hung sheaths of his paper-swords Fill'd up with Writs Sub-poena's Triall-cases This trespast him in cattel that in words Fit his device and well his shield became A Salamander drawn in lively frame His word was this I live I breathe I feed in flame 61 Next after him marcht proud Dichostasis That wont but in the factious court to dwell But now to shepherd-swains close linked is And taught them fools to change their humble cell And lowly weed for courts and purple gay To sit aloft and States and Princes sway A hook no scepter needs our erring sheep to stay 62 A Miter trebly crown'd th' Impostour wore For heav'n earth hell he claims with loftie pride Not in his lips but hands two keyes he bore Heav'ns doores and hells to shut and open wide But late his keyes are marr'd or broken quite For hell he cannot shut but opens light Nor heav'n can ope but shut nor buyes but sells by slight 63 Two heads oft three he in one body had Nor with the body nor themselves agreeing What this commanded th' other soon forbad As different in rule as nature being The body to them both and neither prone Was like a double-hearted dealer grown Endeavouring to please both parties pleasing none 64 As when the powerfull winde and adverse tide Strive which should most command the subject main The scornfull waves swelling with angrie pride Yeelding to neither all their force disdain Mean time the shaken vessel doubtfull playes And on the stagg'ring billow trembling stayes And would obey them both and none of both obeyes 65 A subtil craftsman fram'd him seemly arms Forg'd in the shop of wrangling sophistrie And wrought with curious arts and mightie charms Temper'd with lies and false philosophie Millions of heedlesse souls thus had he slain His sev'n-fold targe a field of Gules did stain In which two swords he bore his word Divide and reigne 66 Envie the next Envie with squinted eyes Sick of a strange disease his neighbours health Best lives he then when any better dies Is never poore but in anothers wealth On best mens harms and griefs he feeds his fill Else his own maw doth eat with spitefull will Ill must the temper be where diet is so ill 67 Each eye through divers opticks slily leers Which both his sight and object self belie So greatest vertue as a mote appeares And molehill faults to mountains multiplie When needs he must yet faintly then he praises Somewhat the deed much more the means he raises So marreth what he makes praising most dispraises 68 Upon his shield that cruell Herd-groom play'd Fit instrument of Iuno's jealous spight His hundred eyes stood fixed on the maid He pip't she sigh'd his word Her day my night His missile weapon was a lying tongue Which he farre off like swiftest lightning flung That all the world with noise foul blaspheming rung 69 Last of this rout the savage Phonos went Whom his dire mother nurst with humane bloud And when more age and strength more fiercenesse lent She taught him in a dark and desert wood With force and guile poore passengers to slay And on their flesh his barking stomack stay And with their wretched bloud his firy thirst allay 70 So when the never-setled Scythian Removes his dwelling in an empty wain When now the Sunne hath half his journey ranne His horse he blouds and pricks a trembling vein So from the wound quenches his thirstie heat Yet worse this fiend makes his own flesh his meat Monster the ravenous beare his kinde will never eat 71 Ten thousand Furies on his steps awaited Some sear'd his hardned soul with Stygian brand Some with black terrours his faint conscience baited That wide he star'd and starched hair did stand The first-born man still in his minde he bore Foully aray'd in guiltlesse brothers gore Which for revenge to heav'n from earth did loudly roar 72 His arms offensive all to spill not spare Swords pistols poisons instruments of hell A shield he wore not that the wretch did care To save his flesh oft he himself would quell For shew not use on it a viper swilling The dammes spilt gore his emptie bowels filling With flesh that gave him life his word I live by killing 73 And last his brutish sonnes Acrates sent Whom Caro bore both in one birth and bed Methos the first whose panch his feet out-went As if it usher'd his unsetled head His soul quite sowced lay in grapie bloud In all his parts the idle dropsie stood Which though alreadie drown'd still thirsted for the floud 74 This thing nor man nor beast tunnes all his wealth In drink his dayes his yeares in liquour drenching So quaffes he sicknesse down by quaffing health Firing his cheeks with quenching strangely quenching His eyes with firing dull and faint they roll'd But nimble lips known things and hid unfold Belchings oft-sips large spits point the long tale he told 75 His armour green might seem a fruitfull vine The clusters prison'd in the close-set leaves Yet oft between the bloudie grape did shine And peeping forth his jaylers spite deceives Among the boughs did swilling Bacchus ride Whom wilde-grown Moenads bore and every stride Bacche Iō Bacche loud with madding voice they cri'd 76 On 's shield the goatish Satyres dance
bright He started oft and star'd with ghastly hue He shrieks at every danger that appeares Shaming the knightly arms he goodly bears His word Safer that all then he that nothing fears 13 With him went Doubt stagg'ring with steps unsure That every way and neither way enclin'd And fond Distrust whom nothing could secure Suspicion lean as if he never din'd He keeps intelligence by thousand spies Argus to him bequeath'd his hundred eyes So waking still he sleeps and sleeping wakefull lies 14 Fond Deilos all Tolmetes nothing fears Just frights he laughs all terrours counteth base And when of danger or sad news he heares He meets the thund'ring fortune face to face Yet oft in words he spends his boistrous threat That his hot bloud driv'n from the native seat Leaves his faint coward heart empty of lively heat 15 Himself weak help was all his confidence He scorns low ebs but swimmes in highest rises His limbes with arms or shield he would not fence Such coward fashion fool he much despises Ev'n for his single sword the world seems scant For hundred worlds his conqu'ring arm could dant Much would he boldly do but much more boldly vant 16 With him went self-admiring Arrogance And Bragge his deeds without an helper praising Blinde Carelesnesse before would lead the dance Fear stole behinde those vaunts in balance peysing Which farre their deeds outweigh'd their violence 'Fore danger spent with lavish diffluence Was none or weak in time of greatest exigence 17 As when a fierie courser readie bent Puts forth himself at first with swiftest pace Till with too sudden flash his spirits spent Alreadie fails now in the middle race His hanging crest farre from his wonted pride No longer now obeyes his angrie guide Rivers of sweat and bloud flow from his gored side 18 Thus ran the rash Tolmetes never viewing The fearfull fiends that duly him attended Destruction close his steps in poast pursuing And certain ruines heavie weights depended Over his cursed head and smooth-fac'd guile That with him oft would loosly play and smile Till in his snare he lockt his feet with treach'rous wile 19 Next marcht Asotus carelesse-spending Swain Who with a fork went spreading all around Which his old sire with sweating toil and pain Long time was raking from his racked ground In giving he observ'd nor form nor matter But best reward he got that best could flatter Thus what he thought to give he did not give but scatter 20 Before aray'd in sumptuous braverie Deckt court-like in the choice and newest guise But all behinde like drudging slaverie With ragged patches rent and bared thighs His shamefull parts that shunne the hated light Were naked left ah foul unhonest sight Yet neither could he see nor feel his wretched plight 21 His shield presents to life deaths latest rites A sad black herse born up with sable swains Which many idle grooms with hundred lights Tapers lamps torches usher through the plains To endlesse darknesse while the Sunnes bright brow With fierie beams quenches their smoaking tow And wastes their idle cost the word Not need but show 22 A vagrant rout a shoal of tatling daws Strow him with vain-spent prayers and idle layes And flatt'rie to his sinne close curtains draws Clawing his itching eare with tickling praise Behinde fond pitie much his fall lamented And miserie that former waste repented The usurer for his goods jayl for his bones indented 23 His steward was his kinsman Vain-expence Who proudly strove in matters light to shew Heroick minde in braggard affluence So lost his treasure getting nought in liew But ostentation of a foolish pride While women fond and boyes stood gaping wide But wise men all his waste and needlesse cost deride 24 Next Pleonectes went his gold admiring His servants drudge slave to his basest slave Never enough and still too much desiring His gold his god yet in an iron grave Himself protects his god from noysome rusting Much fears to keep much more to loose his lusting Himself and golden god and every god mistrusting 25 Age on his hairs the winter snow had spread That silver badge his neare end plainly proves Yet as to earth he nearer bowes his head So loves it more for Like his like still loves Deep from the ground he digs his sweetest gain And deep into the earth digs back with pain From hell his gold he brings and hoords in hell again 26 His clothes all patcht with more then honest thrift And clouted shoon were nail'd for fear of wasting Fasting he prais'd but sparing was his drift And when he eats his food is worse then fasting Thus starves in store thus doth in plentie pine Thus wallowing on his god his heap of Mine He feeds his famisht soul with that deceiving shine 27 Oh hungrie metall false deceitfull ray Well laid'st thou dark prest in th' earths hidden wombe Yet through our mothers entrails cutting way We dragge thy buried coarse from hellish tombe The merchant from his wife and home departs Nor at the swelling ocean ever starts While death life a wall of thinne planks onely parts 28 Who was it first that from thy deepest cell With so much costly toil and painfull sweat Durst rob thy palace bord'ring next to hell Well mayst thou come from that infernall seat Thou all the world with hell-black deeps dost fill Fond men that with such pain do wooe your ill Needlesse to send for grief for he is next us still 29 His arms were light and cheap as made to save His purse not limbes the money not the man Rather he dies then spends his helmet brave An old brasse pot breast-plate a dripping-pan His spear a spit a pot-lid broad his shield Whose smokie plain a chalkt Impresa fill'd A bagge sure seal'd his word Much better sav'd then spill'd 30 By Pleonectes shamelesse Sparing went Who whines and weeps to beg a longer day Yet with a thundring voice claims tardie rent Quick to receive but hard and slow to pay His care 's to lessen cost with cunning base But when he 's forc't beyond his bounded space Loud would he crie howl while others laugh apace 31 Long after went Pusillus weakest heart Able to serve and able to command But thought himself unfit for either part And now full loth amidst the warlike band Was hither drawn by force from quiet cell Lonenesse his heav'n and bus'nesse was his hell A weak distrustfull heart is vertues aguish spell 32 His goodly arms eaten with shamefull rust Bewray'd their masters ease and want of using Such was his minde tainted with idle must His goodly gifts with little use abusing Upon his shield was drawn that noble Swain That loth to change his love and quiet reigne For glorious warlike deeds did craftie madnesse feigne 33 Finely the workman fram'd the toilsome plough Drawn with an ox and asse unequall pair While he with busie hand his salt did sow And at the furrows end his
gold in deepest centre dwells So sweetest violets trail on lowly ground So richest pearls ly clos'd in vilest shells So lowest dales we let at highest rates So creeping strawberries yeeld daintiest cates The Highest highly loves the low the loftie hates 17 Upon his shield was drawn that Shepherd lad Who with a sling threw down faint Israels fears And in his hand his spoils and trophies glad The Monsters sword and head he bravely bears Plain in his lovely face you might behold A blushing meeknesse met with courage bold Little not little worth was fairly wrote in gold 18 With him his kinsman both in birth and name Obedience taught by many bitter showers In humble bonds his passions proud to tame And low submit unto the higher powers But yet no servile yoke his forehead brands For ti'd in such an holy service bands In this obedience rules and serving thus commands 19 By them went Fido Marshal of the field Weak was his mother when she gave him day And he at first a sick and weakly childe As e're with tears welcom'd the sunnie ray Yet when more yeares afford more growth might A champion stout he was and puissant Knight As ever came in field or shone in armour bright 20 So may we see a little lionet When newly whelpt a weak and tender thing Despis'd by every beast but waxen great When fuller times full strength and courage bring The beasts all crouching low their King adore And dare not see what they contemn'd before The trembling forrest quakes at his affrighting roar 21 Mountains he flings in seas with mighty hand Stops and turns back the Sunnes impetuous course Nature breaks natures laws at his command No force of hell or heav'n withstands his force Events to come yet many ages hence He present makes by wondrous prescience Proving the senses blinde by being blinde to sense 22 His sky-like arms di'd all in blue and white And set with golden starres that flamed wide His shield invisible to mortall sight Yet he upon it easily descri'd The lively semblance of his dying Lord Whose bleeding side with wicked steel was gor'd Which to his fainting spirits new courage would afford 23 Strange was the force of that enchanted shield Which highest powers to it from heav'n impart For who could bear it well and rightly wield It sav'd from sword and spear and poison'd dart Well might he slip but yet not wholly fall No finall losse his courage might appall Growing more sound by wounds and rising by his fall 24 So some have feign'd that Tellus giant sonne Drew many new-born lives from his dead mother Another rose as soon as one was done And twentie lost yet still remain'd another For when he fell and kist the barren heath His parent straight inspir'd successive breath And though her self was dead yet ransom'd him from death 25 With him his Nurse went carefull Acoe Whose hands first from his mothers wombe did take him And ever since have foster'd tenderly She never might she never would forsake him And he her lov'd again with mutuall band For by her needfull help he oft did stand When else he soon would fail and fall in foemens hand 26 With both sweet Meditation ever pac't His Nurses daughter and his Foster-sister Deare as his soul he in his soul her plac't And oft embrac't and oft by stealth he kist her For she had taught him by her silent talk To tread the safe and dangerous wayes to balk And brought his God with him him with his God to walk 27 Behinde him Penitence did sadly go Whose cloudie dropping eyes were ever raining Her swelling tears which ev'n in ebbing flow Furrow her cheek the sinfull puddles draining Much seem'd she in her pensive thought molested And much the mocking world her soul infested More she the hatefull world and most her self detested 28 She was the object of lewd mens disgrace The squint-ey'd wrie-mouth'd scoffe of carnall hearts Yet smiling heav'n delights to kisse her face And with his bloud God bathes her painfull smarts Afflictions iron flail her soul had thrasht Sharp Circumcisions knife her heart had slasht Yet was it angels wine which in her eyes was masht 29 With her a troop of mournfull grooms abiding Help with their sullen blacks their Mistresse wo Amendment still but still his own faults chiding And Penance arm'd with smarting whips did go Then sad Remorse came sighing all the way Last Satisfaction giving all away Much surely did he owe much more he would repay 30 Next went Elpinus clad in skie-like blue And through his arms few starres did seem to peep Which there the workmans hand so finely drew That rockt in clouds they softly seem'd to sleep His rugged shield was like a rockie mold On which an anchour bit with surest hold I hold by being held was written round in gold 31 Nothing so cheerfull was his thoughtfull face As was his brother Fido's Fear seem'd dwell Close by his heart his colour chang'd apace And went and came that sure all was not well Therefore a comely Maid did oft sustain His fainting steps and fleeting life maintain Pollicita she hight which ne're could lie or feigne 32 Next to Elpinus marcht his brother Love Not that great Love which cloth'd his Godhead bright With rags of flesh and now again above Hath drest his flesh in heav'ns eternall light Much lesse the brat of that false Cyprian dame Begot by froth and fire in bed of shame And now burns idle hearts swelt'ring in lustfull flame 33 But this from heav'n brings his immortall race And nurst by Gratitude whose carefull arms Long held and hold him still in kinde embrace But train'd to daily warres and fierce alarms He grew to wondrous strength and beautie rare Next that God-Love from whom his off-springs are No match in earth or heav'n may with this Love compare 34 His Page who from his side might never move Remembrance on him waits in books reciting The famous passions of that highest Love His burning zeal to greater flames exciting Deep would he sigh and seem empassion'd sore And oft with tears his backward heart deplore That loving all he could he lov'd that Love no more 35 Yet sure he truely lov'd and honour'd deare That glorious name for when or where he spi'd Wrong'd or in hellish speech blasphem'd did heare Boldly the rash blasphemer he defi'd And forc't him eat the words he foully spake But if for him he grief or death did take That grief he counted joy and death life for his sake 36 His glitt'ring arms drest all with firie hearts Seem'd burn in chaste desire and heav'nly flame And on his shield kinde Ionathan imparts To his souls friend his robes and princely name And kingly throne which mortals so adore And round about was writ in golden ore Well might he give him all that gave his life before 37 These led the Vantguard and an hundred moe Fill'd up the emptie ranks with ord'red train But
of this doubtfull fight Saw now the field swimme in her Champions bloud And from her heart rent with deep passion sigh'd Limming true sorrow in sad silent art Light grief floats on the tongue but heavie smart Sinks down and deeply lies in centre of the heart 44 What Daedal art such griefs can truely shew Broke heart deep sighs thick sobs burning prayers Baptizing ever limbe in weeping dew Whose swoln eyes pickled up in brinie tears Crystalline rocks corall the lid appeares Compast about with tides of grief and fears Where grief stores fear with sighs and fear stores grief with tears 45 At length sad Sorrow mounted on the wings Of loud-breath'd sighs his leaden weight uprears And vents it self in softest whisperings Follow'd with deadly grones usher'd by tears While her fair hands and watrie shining eyes Were upward bent upon the mourning skies Which seem'd with cloudie brow her grief to sympathize 46 Long while the silent passion wanting vent Made flowing tears her words and eyes her tongue Till Faith Experience Hope assistance lent To shut both floud-gates up with patience strong The streams well ebb'd new hopes some comforts borrow From firmest truth then glimpst the hopefull morrow So spring some dawns of joy so sets the night of sorrow 47 Ah dearest Lord my hearts sole Soveraigne Who sitt'st high mounted on thy burning throne Heark from thy heav'ns where thou dost safely reigne Cloth'd with the golden Sunne and silver Moon Cast down a while thy sweet and gracious eye And low avail that flaming Majestie Deigning thy gentle sight on our sad miserie 48 To thee deare Lord I lift this watrie eye This eye which thou so oft in love hast prais'd This eye with which thou wounded oft wouldst die To thee deare Lord these suppliant hands are rais'd These to be lilies thou hast often told me Which if but once again may ever hold thee Will never let thee loose will never more unfold thee 49 Seest how thy foes despitefull trophies reare Too confident in thy prolong'd delayes Come then oh quickly come my dearest deare When shall I see thee crown'd with conqu'ring bayes And all thy foes trod down and spred as clay When shall I see thy face and glories ray Too long thou stay'st my Love come Love no longer stay 50 Hast thou forgot thy former word and love Or lockt thy sweetnesse up in fierce disdain In vain didst thou those thousand mischiefs prove Are all those griefs thy birth life death in vain Oh no of ill thou onely dost repent thee And in thy dainty mercies most content thee Then why with stay so long so long dost thou torment me 51 Reviving Cordiall of my dying sprite The best Elixar for souls drooping pain Ah now unshade thy face uncloud thy sight See every way 's a trap each path's a train Hells troops my soul beleaguer bow thine eares And hear my cries pierce through my grones fears Sweet Spouse see not my sinnes but through my plaints and tears 52 Let frailty favour sorrow succour move Anchour my life in thy calm streams of bloud Be thou my rock though I poore changeling rove Tost up and down in waves of worldly floud Whil'st I in vale of tears at anchour ride Where windes of earthly thoughts my sails misguide Harbour my fleshly bark safe in thy wounded side 53 Take take my contrite heart thy sacrifice Washt in her eyes that swimmes and sinks in woes See see as seas with windes high working rise So storm so rage so gape thy boasting foes Deare Spouse unlesse thy right hand even steers Oh if thou anchour not these threatning fears Thy ark will sail as deep in bloud as now in tears 54 With that a thundring noise seem'd shake the skie As when with iron wheels through stonie plain A thousand chariots to the battell flie Or when with boistrous rage the swelling main Puft up with mighty windes does hoarsly roar And beating with his waves the trembling shore His sandie girdle scorns breaks earths ramperd doore 55 And straight an Angel full of heav'nly might Three several crowns circled his royall head From Northern coast heaving his blazing light Through all the earth his glorious beams dispread And open laies the Beasts and Dragons shame For to this end th' Almighty did him frame And therefore from supplanting gave his ominous name 56 A silver trumpet oft he loudly blew Frighting the guiltie earth with thundring knell And oft proclaim'd as through the world he flew Babel great Babel lies as low as hell Let every Angel loud his trumpet sound Her heav'n exalted towers in dust are drown'd Babel proud Babel's fall'n and lies as low as ground 57 The broken heav'ns dispart with fearfull noise And from the breach out shoots a suddain light Straight shrilling trumpets with loud sounding voice Give echoing summons to new bloudy fight Well knew the Dragon that all-quelling blast And soon perceiv'd that day must be his last Which strook his frighted heart all his troops aghast 58 Yet full of malice and of stubborn pride Though oft had strove and had been foild as oft Boldly his death and certain fate defi'd And mounted on his flaggie sails aloft With boundlesse spite he long'd to try again A second losse and new death glad and fain To shew his pois'nous hate though ever shew'd in vain 59 So up he rose upon his stretched fails Fearlesse expecting his approaching death So up he rose that th' ayer starts and fails And over-pressed sinks his load beneath So up he rose as does a thunder-cloud Which all the earth with shadows black does shroud So up he rose and through the weary ayer row'd 60 Now his Almighty foe farre off he spies Whose Sun-like arms daz'd the eclipsed day Confounding with their beams lesse-glitt'ring skies Firing the aire with more then heav'nly ray Like thousand Sunnes in one such is their light A subject onely for immortall sprite Which never can be seen but by immortall sight 61 His threatning eyes shine like that dreadfull flame With which the Thunderer arms his angry hand Himself had fairly wrote his wondrous name Which neither earth nor heav'n could understand A hundred crowns like towers beset around His conqu'ring head well may they there abound When all his limbes and troops with gold are richly crown'd 62 His armour all was dy'd in purple bloud In purple bloud of thousand rebell Kings In vain their stubborn powers his arm withstood Their proud necks chain'd he now in triumph brings And breaks their spears cracks their traitour swords Upon whose arms and thigh in golden words Was fairly writ The KING of Kings LORD of Lords 63 His snow-white steed was born of heav'nly kinde Begot by Boreas on the Thracian hills More strong and speedy then his parent Winde And which his foes with fear and horrour fills Out from his mouth a two-edg'd sword he darts Whose sharpest steel the bone and marrow parts And with his keenest
Double I came why should I single leave thee Why of my better part dost thou bereave me Two prest thee first why should but one depart Restore thou trait'rous bed restore that better part 48 Thus while one grief anothers place inherits And one yet hardly spent a new complained Griefs leaden vapour dulls the heavy spirits And sleep too long from so wisht seat restrained Now of her eyes un'wares possession gained And that she might him better welcome give Her lord he new presents and makes him fresh to live 49 She thinks he lives and with her goes along And oft she kiss'd his cheek and oft embraced And sweetly askt him where he staid so long While he again her in his arms enlaced Till strong delight her dream and joy defaced But then she willing sleeps sleep glad receives her And she as glad of sleep that with such shapes deceives her 50 Sleep widow'd eyes and cease so fierce lamenting Sleep grieved heart and now a little rest thee Sleep sighing words stop all your discontenting Sleep beaten breast no blows shall now molest thee Sleep happy lips in mutuall kisses nest ye Sleep weary Muse and do not now disease her Fancie do thou with dreams and his sweet presence please her FINIS ¶ To my deare friend the SPENCER of this age Deare friend NO more a Stranger now I lately past Thy curious Building call'd but then my haste Deny'd me a full draught I did but taste Thy Wine was rich and pleasing did appeare No common grape My haste could not forbeare A second sippe I hung a Garland there Past on my way I lasht through thick and thinne Dispatch'd my businesse and return'd agen I call'd the second time unhors'd went in View'd every Room each Room was beautifi'd With new Invention carv'd on every side To please the common and the curious ey'd View'd every Office every Office lay Like a rich Magazen did bewray ' Thy Treasure op'ned with thy golden key View'd every Orchyard every Orchyard did Appeare a Paradise whose fruits were hid Perchance with shadowing Leaves but none forbid View'd every Plot spent some delightfull houres In every Garden full of new-born flowers Delicious banks and delectable bowers Thus having stepp'd and travell'd every staire Within and tasted every fruit that 's rare Without I made thy house my thorough-fare Then give me leave rare Fletcher as before I left a Garland at thy Gates once more To hang this Ivie at thy Postern-doore FRANCIS QUARLES FINIS * American * Sannazar * Bartas * Spencer * Delos * More mortuum * A book called Christs Victorie and Triumph a The foundation of the body is the bones Bones are a similar part of the body most dry or cold made by the vertue generative through heat of the thicker portion of seed which is most earthy and Fat for the establishment and figure of the whole b A cartilage or gridle is of a middle nature betwixt bones and ligaments or sinews made of the Lime matter and in the same manner as bones for variety and safetie in motion c Some of these even as bones sustain and uphold some parts d Both these are knit with ligaments A ligament or sinew is of nature between grisles and nerves framed of a rough and clammy portion of the seed for knitting holding the bones together fitting them for motion e Upon the bones as the foundation is built the flesh Flesh is a similar part of the body soft ruddy made of bload indifferently dried covered with the common membrane or skinne f The whole body is as it were watered with great plenty of rivers veins arteries and nerves g A vein is a vessell long round hollow rising from the liver appointed to contein conduct and distribute the bloud It hath but one tunicle and that thinne the colour of this bloud is purple h An arterie is a vessel long round hollow formed for conveyance of that more spritely bloud which is elaborate in the heart This bloud is frothy yellowish full of spirits therefore compast with a double tunicle that it might not exhale or sweat out by reason of the thinnesse i A nerve is a spermaticall part rising from the brain and the pith of the back-bone the outside skinne the inside full of pith carrying the animall spirits for sense and motion and therefore doubly skinned as the brain none of them single but runne in couples k The veins convey nourishment from the liver the arteries life and heat from the heart the nerves sense and motion from the brain The will commands the nerve brings and the part executes the mandate all almost in an instant l The whole body may be parted into three regions the lowest or belly the middle or breast the highest or head In the lowest the liver is sovereigne whose regiment is the widest but meanest In the middle the heart reignes most necessarie The brain obtains the highest place and is as the least in compasse so the greatest in dignitie m The parts of the lower region are either the contained or containing the containing either common or proper the common are the skinne the fleshie pannicle and the far the proper are the muscles of the belly-peece or the inner rimme of the belly n The skinne is a membrane of all the rest the most large and thick formed of the mixture of seed and bloud the covering and ornament of parts that are under it the temper moderate the proper organ of outward touching say Physicians o The native colour of the skinne is white but as Hippocrates changed into the same colour which is brought by the humour predominant Where melancholie abounds it is swarthy where flegme it is white and pale where choler reignes it is red and firy but in sanguine of a rosie colour p The skinne is covered with the cuticle or flourishing of the skinne it is the mean of touching without which we feel but with pain It polisheth the skinne which many times is changed and as it is with snakes put off and a new and more amiable brought in q The fat cometh from the airy portion of the bloud which when it flows to the membranes by their weak heat which Physicians account call cold grows thick and close r The fat increaseth inward heat by keeping it from outward parts and defends the parts subject to it from bruises s The fleshie panniele is a membrane very thick sinewy woven in with little veins t The proper parts infolding this lower region are two the first the muscles of the belly-peece which are eight foure side-long two right and two crosse u Peritonaeum which we call the rimme of the belly is a thinne membrane taking his name from compassing the bowels round but longer every where double yet so thinne that it may seem but single It hath many holes that the veins arteries and other needfull vessels might have passage both in out * The