And serves the Voice yet were they chiefely made For the Hartes vse that Lifes-fire comprehends That by their service that fire might not vade VVhich vnkinde coldnesse else might overlade Wherfore the Lunges breaths-forge is preordain'd First to receaue the Aire that cooles the Hart VVho doe prepare it being intertain'd And so prepared doe the same impart As Nature wills to that Life-giving part ◠The Lunges therfore are Spūgy soft light That Aire might enter and from thē depart VVhich guard the Hart on left side and the right From bordring Bones that else annoy it might VVhich hath a double motion One when it It selfe dilates the other it restraines VVhen it goes out in goes Aire requisit And when it shrinketh in then out it straines All smoky Excrements procuring paines This motion 's kinde proceeding frō its kinde Not as the Muscles moved by the Braines For which it hath fixt filaments assign'd VVherby it selfe it selfe may turne wynd This double motion hath two double vses A two fold vse whereof we mention'd haue The next to draw in bloud and then by Sluces To send it to the Lunges for foode they craue At the Harts hands sith they the Hart doe saue Thus gratefully they kindnesse interchange To teach vs how we should our selves behaue For when we disagree it is as strange As Hart and Lūges should cease to make this chāge Thus this subordinate Lord of Mannes life The Hart resides in his wel-fenced for t And though with it al vitall force be rife And members keepes from being al-amort Yet should it die if their helps were cut short Hence Kings may learne that though they Monarchize Yet doe they whom they rule maintaine their port Which should induce them not to tyranize But like good Hartes lifes-pow'r to exercize The flesh whereof is firmer then the flesh Of all the parts the Body hath besides So Kinges should be most firme for being nesh Their Subiects might be woūded through their sids Such be the People stil as be their Guides The Hart with Passion passion may each part VVhich Ioy or Sorrowe with the Hart abides So Kinges their praise and People may subvert If Passion over-rule their ruling Art And in the Bulke it is so situate As that its Base is Center of the Brest The end whereof where greatnesse doth abate Leanes to the left-side more then al the rest So Kings where they frō Right decline are least Yet leanes the Hart so for two causes great One that the Brest-bone should it not infest The other that it should the left-side heate Sith on the right the Liver doth that feate And though the Hartes left part more heavy bee Because its hard and greater then the right Yet Nature hath so ballanc'd it that shee Makes it to hange by admirable sleight As if the both sides were of equal weight For in the left part heaviest shee putts The vitall spirit of its nature light And in the right part lightest loe shee shutts The waightie Bloud wherwith that part shee glutts Lo thus the Highest holy vpright hand By even counterpoise hath hang'd the Heart In the Brests Center like as th' Earth doth stand In Center of the Heau'ns by matchlesse Art Hence we may learne the duty of this part Which should be vpright in Affects and vvill And never from the rules of Vertue start To right hand or to left for good or Ill But come life or come death be vpright stil This part likewise hath two Concavities On left side one the other on the right And for this vse are these capacities The right receaves the bloud be'ng boild aright That from the Liver runnes to give it might To feede the Lunges and vitall spirits breede Bred of pur'st bloud in the left Concaue dight Like sweate that frō the right one doth proceede Which sweate with vitall Spirits it doth feede That is the furnace wherein still doth flame The vitall Sp'rit resplendent quicke and cleere Like the celestiall Nature for the same Both heate and life to all the whole doth beare This Primum mobile that All doth steere These concaues thus are made commodiously But now alas most harts all hollow are That Bloud and Spirits therein confused lie So as no Art can one from other spie In this left concaue where the Hart doth trie His chiefest skill the vitall sp'rits to make There is the roote of that great Artery From whom the Artires their beginning take Which neere the Hart doth so it selfe forsake That part ascends and part thereof descends To carrie vitall fire to parts that lacke These are the pipes whereby the kinde Hart sends His cordiall comfortes to th' extreamest ends And for the Veines and Artires neede each other And that their succors should be neere at hand They meete and for the most part goe togither Thereby to vigorize the vitall Band Which the Harts vertue wholy doth command For th' Artires being lincked with the Vaines Lend Aire and Spirit least their bloud should stand And frō the Veines some bloud each artire draines Which to disperse the vitall spirit constraines Betweene the Hart and Lunges the like is seene As erst was said to learne vs mutuall loue For certaine Pipes doe passe these parts betweene By which each others kindnesse they doe proue The hart from his right side doth bloud remoue Vnto the Lunges by the Arteriall Veine The Lunges through veyny artire aire doth shoue Vnto the hart it to refresh againe Whose side sinister doth it entertaine The hart besides hath many members more Which are distinguisht by Anatomists The right and left side hath a little dore And many a pipe so small therein subsists That scarse mans eie can see how each exists Yet all haue vse for when the hart doth seeke Such bloud as without which no hart consists The meanes wherewith it draws it should not break But that the strong therein might helpe the weake And that the Aire might enter in thereby More mildly and for Nature more concinne Therefore the hart doth not immediately Draw from the Mouth the aire it draweth in But through those passages it first doth rin Lest be'ng too cold t' would coole the hart too much For all extreames saue extreame good are sinne And Nature Vertue in the Meane doth couch Shewing that our desires should still be such That God whose powre no power can resist Resists all powers that are too violent And ever doth the moderate assist From whose hand only comes the Thunder-dent To plague the prowde and wound th' incontinent For should his Creatures powre b'immoderate Then should not his owne bee so eminent So if they it affect he them doth hate And with a thundring vengeance ends their date Thus having sleightly toucht this tender part Touching his substance proper place and frame It now remaines that we doe proue our Arte Touching another motion of the same Belonging to our soules affections lame Lam'd
with wakfull thoughts they meete That make their sleepes vnsweet and yet as short Which must perforce make Nature all amort Yet as they were all Minde and Body none That had noe feeling of the Bodies hurt That Minde all mind though Corpes the while doth grone Makes flesh all hardnesse brooke as it were Stone Such force hath worldly glory though but vaine To make men for her love themselueâ— to hate Who for desire of her their strength doe straine Farre farre aboue the pitch of mortall state And paine in sense to sense doe captivate Though pains wake seÌ„se yet sense doth waking sleep Dreaming on Glory in the lapp of Fate So paine froÌ„ sense doth paine with pleasure keepe While sense is mouÌ„ting Honors Mountaine steepe VVhere Glory sitts enthron'd Coelestial Dame Surrounded with a Ring of Diadems VVith face whose beaming-beautie seemes to flaÌ„e Darting in simling wise those blissefull beames On those that for her loue brooke all extreames VVhat Sense hath sense being so beheavened And carried from it selfe on pleasures Streames But as entranc'd with ioy it must seeme deade And feele no paine in Minde or Body bredd If then Vaine-glories loue shall so subdue The sense to sense that feeling all annoy It s arm'd to brooke the same by glories view And the more griefe is felt the greater ioy Yea though the grife the seÌ„se doth quight destroy VVhat shall the loue of Glory infinite Make sense endure if sense her powers imploie To apprehend it as its requisite Such love should hold the paines of Hell too light When vnconceaved Ioy dilates the Hart To th' vtmost reach of his capacitie When sense no leasure hath to thinke on smart Being so busied with felicity That soule and sense are ravished thereby What marvell then though fire doth comfort such Although with queÌ„chlesse flames their flesh it fry Sith that much pain their ioy makes more theÌ„ much And paine that sense can feele no sense can touch This made a woodden Sawe sweete to the flesh wherewith it sundred was in savage wise This makes the burning Grediorne flesh refresh That on the same in hellish manner fries This makes paine pleasure and Hell Paradise Then give me ô good giver of all good An Hart that may ore paine thus signiorize For thy deere love then with my deerest blood I le wash the Earth and make more Saints to budd When Stones as thicke as haile from hellish hands Battr'd that blessed Proto-Martyres braine The sight he saw his senses so commands That as the Stones did fal the sense to paine It deem'd that Grace on it did pleasure raine And that deere blood like-worthlesse water shedd Did make the springing Church to sprout amaine For that no sooner was this Martyr dead But many as from him came in his steede And that the Elements doe loose their force â—hat by such losse their Lord might lovers win It wel appeares for did he not divorce The heate from fire which his deere Saints were in Some too wel knew that this perform'd hath bin For out it flew and brent their enemies And where it first began it did begin The powre thereof with powre to exercise To shew his powre that loth'd their sacrifice NOw to retire from whence our Rimes doe range And touch the soule minds mind at the soule We see the bodies state the minde may change So may the minde the bodies state controule Thus they the state of one another rule The soules soule is the minde and the mindes minde Is that where Reason doth her lawes enrowle Yet fuming Passions both of them may blinde When body with them both are ill inclin'd Phillipides that comedies compil'd Orecoming one that with him did contend In that light Art when hope was quite exil'd A suddaine ioy wrought his as suddaine end Like fate did one Diagoras attend Who see'ng his three sonnes at Olimpus crown'd For deedes there done which All did much coÌ„mend He them embracing straite fell dead to ground Because his ioy was more then hart could bound As extreame suddaine ioy doth kill the hart Leaving it bloudlesse which is ioies effect For ioy sends bloud amaine to ev'ry part So extreame griefe the hart may so affect Or suddaine feare that life may it reiect For both revoke the sp'rites bloud and kind heate And to hartes Center doe the same direct Which place bee'ng little and their throng so great Expels the Vitall spirits from their seate Marc Lepidus divorced from his wife Whom he intirely lou'd with extreame griefe For it conceav'd he quickly lost his life So loue reft life that erst was lifes reliefe For loue of that his woe was fountaine chiefe So with a suddaine feare haue many died Which name I neede not sith I would be briefe By it the haires haue suddainely bin died As by graue writers is exemplifide Of no lesse force though lesse the reason be Is shamefastnesse in some of mighty minde One Diodorus died because that hee Could not assoile a Question him assign'd The like of Homer we recorded finde Who died with shame for being so vnsound Not to be able like one double blinde To answere that base Fishers did propound So sense of shame did sense and life confound These Passions are the suffrings of the soule That make the Inne to suffer with the Ghest For Perturbations both togither rowle Here there and ev'ry where as they thinke best Kinde-heate they fire or quench with their vnrest For some as all obserue haue died with ioy And some with griese haue bin life-dispossest For in extreames they Nature so annoy As being suddaine her they quite destroy Yet Mirth in measure kindly warmes the bloud And spreads the Sp'rits b'inlarging of the hart This mirth in measure is the only moode That cuts the throat of Physicke and her Art And makes her Captaines from her coulors start It makes our yeares as many as our haires Then on earths stage who play a meery part Shall much more more theÌ„ much offend their heires By overlong pâ—olonging their desires Then should I liue by Nature overlong For I to mirth by nature am too prone But Accident in me doth nature wrong By whom vntimely shee 'l be overthrone For Melancholy in my Soule inthrones Herselfe gainst Nature through crosse Accident Where shee vsurpeth that is not her owne And Nature makes to pine with discontent That shee should so be reft her regiment Thus as the Corpes the qualities compound So are th' Affections moist dry hot and cold The last are humor'd as the first abound Ioy hot and moist the Sanguine most doth hold As sorrow cold and dry possesse the Olde Meane ioie's a meane to make men moist and hot In which two qualities Health hath her Hold But griefe the heat consumes and bloud doth rot Which health impaires and cuts lifes Gordian knot And as meane mirth mans
but trie To keepe them in in their conceaving place Dissembling so Discretions fowle disgrace But as I cannot colour my defects So can I wel dissemble in no case Which is the cause of many badd effects For none though nere so vaine this vaine affects Teares are the Tokens of a Passion'd Soule That Hart for Loue somtimes sends to the Eies And oft they witnes there Ioy Paine or Dole But how so ere from Passion strong they rise Which Passion in Compassion often lies Mine Eies are kyn too neere of kyn to these Which though my Spirit doth it much despise Yet doe they turne mine Eyes too oft to Seas To drowne Harts Passion and to give it ease But blessed were I if mine Eyes could flowe With Teares of Pittie seeing the distrest But much more blest had I then to bestow And franckly giue then were I treble blest In Teares in wealth and in both so addrest My Secret to my selfe I blesse Him ay For being no worse though badd I be at best The lesse I speake of what I feele that way The more I feele his grace my thoughts to sway He Fount of goodnesse holie be his name Was often seene when he as man was seene To weepe and seem'd delighted with the same Seeing the VVorld through his Teares stil oreseene That might by his example blest haue beene Who never was observ'd to laugh or iest Either in Manhood or when yeares were greene At merry-meetings or at vveddings feast Showing thereby what moode fitts Vertue best If Ioy at any time had toucht his Soule As when his words had made a Proselite He only wise would wisely it controule For that this moode with Maiesty doâ—h fight Which in his Person was enthron'd by right This we admire as that we cannot doe For we in pleasures vaine so much delight That Ioy may make vs madd and kill vs too For Ioy or Griefe can our hart-stringes vndoe Thus when our Teares doe testifie our ruth We neede not rue or of them be asham'd For Vertue therein her owne selfe ensuth When with selfe-love her Soule is most inflam'd Which selfe-loue burns the Soul yet nere is blam'd Wherefore such Teares and Teares effus'd for sinne Is wyne of Angels so by Angells nam'd Then blessed are those Founts that never lyn To send forth streames that Angells glory in VVhen sighes for sinne ascendâ— Mercy descends And in the rise their flight anticipates Grace centreth sighes that Mercy comprehends But sighes from sinne ascending Mercie hates Sighes for and from sinne are vnequall mates From sinne none but sighes sinneful can arise But sighes for sinne high grace consociates And did not Mercie stay them in the rise They would with violence the Heav'ns surprise Two kindes of Ioy or Griefe the Hart conceaues For Good or Ill possessed or future The name of Hope the later Ioy receaues Which of some good to come doth vs assure The latter Griefe doth Feare in vs procure Of Ill to come which we with Griefe expect So Ioy and Hope or Griefe and Feare in powre Are much alike their ods Time doth effect And take their names as they doe Time respect Hope time to come respects bred by Desire Desire of good wherein we Ioie by Hope Hope hath no helpe of science but intire Rests on coniecture which to doubt lies ope And likelyhood giues her her vtmost scope Yet Hope that 's fixt on that all-working VVord That gaue Earth being and the Heav'nly Cope Excludes Coniecture and is so assur'd As if that hopt for Time did straite afford Then no true Ioy can hope accompany That hath but likelyhood for her best stay For such hope Posse evermore doth eie Which ere it comes to Esse slides away For in each Possibilitie we may Behold a possibilitie of faile Which must of force our hope sometimes dismay Then Feare a shaking hope must needes assaile And hope must shake that crosse events may quaile Such is the VVickeds most assured hope Who Ancor it on transitorie Toyes They feare the cracking of that cable Rope That holds them to their hopes expected ioies Contingencie their constan'st hope annoies Which ay is constant in vnconstancie And oft them with their groundlesse hope destroies Which fils their hopes with dire perplexity And lines their ioies with lasting miserie But hope that hath for obiect certaine things As those which Truthes nere-failing word assures In great'st distresse great consolation brings And like good sauce an appetite procures Griefe to disgest as long as life endures This hope makes harts to hold that els would breake And harts almost quite broken shee recures And when our foes by force our ruine seeke She giues vs streÌ„gth to weene their force too weake Shee holds the powres of hell in high contempt And makes a iest of temp'ral powre or paine From all annoy of both shee is exempt For in Griefes bowels shee doth ioie retaine As Ionas did in the VVhales intertaine The aire shee striketh with so strong a winge That aire or fire the force cannot restraine But vp shee will through both and ev'ry thing That lets her from the place of her biding Nay she with such resistlesse wings doth flie That shee her selfe her selfe doth oft surmount The Faithfuls Father made her so to stie And diverse other Saintes of lesse account Being on her VVings she maugre force wil mount Who through the ten-fold heav'ns though thick hard CaÌ„ glide with ease as Fish do through a fouÌ„t Nor by the high'st himselfe can shee be bard But will prevaile as it with Iacob far'd Thus Ioy and Hope goe iointly hand in hand Like Twins got by Desire by Fancie borne And as Hopes ioie on future Good doth stand So Fear 's a griefe conceav'd for Ill vnborne Which we expect wherewith the Soule is torne Then looke what ods there is twixt Hope and Ioy The like 's twixt Feare and griefe in minds forlone A like they comfort or the Minde annoy As they best know that best or worst enioy Feare doth the Hart contract that Hope dilates And shut so close that vitall Sp'rits it pines Then Nature to prevent death which shee hates Drawes bloud and Sp'rits from al the parts confines And to the Hart in haste the same assignes Then are the outward partes as pale as cold And quake as fearing their approaching fines Then pants the heart that labours life to hold Which ties the Tongue womb loosing ere it should And as this sense-confounding Passion Feare The hart with horror thus excruciates So in the soule it such a swaie doth beare That it the Powres thereof quite dissipates And makes most abiects of most mightie States How like an Idoll stands Feares servile Slaue Whose total senses Feare so captivates That no one sense hath force it selfe to saue But Death desires to kill the feare they haue If this base Feare harts hatefull hel possesse The hart the
they report agen Then loue twixt Tongue Hart shal marriage make To bring forth naked Truth which loue doth seeke Wherefore the Providence divine did place The lunges the voices Organs next the Hart As the Mindes instruments the Braines embrace That they may neere at hand soone vse their Art As Orators of Princes play their part Neere to their Sov'raignes And wert not for sinne The VVill from Reasons rule should never start And twixt the Hart Braine there should haue bin A lasting league as beeing neere of kin Sin noughty Nothing that mak'st all things nought Except the Thing of Things that made thē good Thou wast vnmade thy selfe yet ill haste wrought Whereby thou haste so perverst Flesh and Bloud That now by it all goodnesse is with-stood Damn'd Nothing that hast such a some-thing stride How wast begot by whom and in what moode Through lust By Eaue and Adam In their pride Now Error speakes what Truth hath iustifide For wit will Anger and Concupiscence Are fowre powres of the soule wherein should lie Fowre vertues taking thus their residence VVisedome in wit in will Integritie Valor in Ire and in lust Temprancie But wit with ignorance and will with wronge Anger with Feare and lust with libertie Are so pervers'd that they themselues impunge Except preventing grace be mixt amonge The totall frame of mans divinest part By light divine we see is out of frame Th'antipathie betwixt the Minde and Hart Giues but too good assurance of the same And though the minde in all her limbes be lame Yet in our little world shee raignes as Queene And seekes wilde passions of the Hart to tame That in her selfe there might bee ever seene Soule-pleasing ioy and peace to flourish greene For shee 's the mancion of Felicitie Contrived so that there its safe confin'd To which there is no way nor entery But through th' Affections servants of the Minde Yet they too oft disloial prooue by kinde Who liers and sinne-soothing claw-backes are Whereby our iudgments eies they Traitors blinde That it erres mortallie ere it beware If reason of their treason haue not care For three Powres speciall in the Soule reside Reason Concupiscence and ardent Ire The first to Truthes obscure abiding guides The second good-things gladly doth desire The third doth from the contrarie retire In bowels of the first the VVits are bred Th' Affectes are forg'd in both the others fire In nomber fowre Ioy Hope Sorow and Dread Which from the last powres spring as frō their head First from the first Powre Ioy and Hope proceedes For what we covet wee ioy in with hope And Ire the last powre Dread and sorow breedes For hate to dreade and sorow lies wide ope Griefe in hates hell the way to dreade doth grope From these Affects as from their fountaine floes All vice and vertue which in Man doth cope For vice and vertue ay are mortall foes And as Reas'n rules so either overthroes The soul 's call'd Anima our flesh containes While shee the same with vitall fire filleth Mens while shee mindeth or shee Minde retaines And Animus while shee hath VVill or willeth Shee s Ratio whilst shee iudgement iust fulfilleth Then spiritus shee hight when shee respires From all which science to the soule distilleth So call'd scientia thus her names doe change As shee her qualities doth interchange The outward senses outward parts possesse As th' inward to the soule are knit by kinde And for the soule her powre doth most expresse In that whereto her soule is most inclinde Here-hence it is men mortified in minde Whose spirits powres on things divine are bent Fare as they were sometimes deafe dombe blind Their contemplations are so violent But Vulgars outwarde sense is excellent But while the soule can take a strict survay Of all the instruments which shee doth vse So long the owner of that soule may say He hath a iudgement sound and perfect Muse But if those instruments that Man misvse Or ruine them the soule straight seeing it Her ruin'd Iaile shee striues then to refuse Which strife the senses frame doth so vnknit That it confounds it or distracts the VVit And in this moode though we esteeme it madd Men prophesie and truely things foretell Speake diuerse Tongues which erst they never had And in Artes which they knew not they excell Thus whilst the soule doth hold her house an Hell Striving to be enlarg'd becomes more free Then workes shee like her selfe exceeding well That wonder t is the same to heare and see O sacred soule but God who 's like to thee NOw for the Hart fraile life first intertaines And is the last part that from it departes Without which dull were reason dead the braines It 's taken for the part which powre impartes To VVit and VVill whereby they play their partes So as it 's held the Mirrour of the minde For when the Minde vnto herselfe converts The Hart is interposd where shee doth finde Her feature fowle or faire cleere-eied or blinde Then for the Hart is such a powreful thing My hart desires to touch it feelingly And for the Hart doth paine or pleasure bring The paine is pleasure when Head properlie Makes hand discribe the Hartes hart handsomly Earst Mans internal partes we did devide Into three VVombes the Braines the Brest Belly About the Braines before our skill we tride And now by it the Brest must be discride Which is the Shoppe of al the Instruments Wherewith the vitall Vertue operates The Hart the Lunges with al Lifes incidents In region of the Brest doe hold their States Whose Bulke them Bulwarkes frō what ruynates The Midriff parteth them from partes that feede Which the third VVombe the Belly circulates It being a Muscle made for Natures neede Assisting in the Breathing Acte and Deede And next there is a Tunicle or Skin That over-spreads the Concaue of the Brest Much like a Spiders webbe subtile and thin Wherout two others grow to part the rest Because two places should be breath-possest So that if one being hurt could not respire The other might one halfe retaine at least To keepe Lifes breath at point to part intire And blowe the sparkes that kindle vitall fire These Felmes like to a Nett with fruite repleat Together hold what ere the Brest doth bound They line the Ribbes that whē the Lunges doe beate They might performe their office whole and sound Without being bone-bruiz'd which might thē confound So likewise in a Caule the Hart 's inclos'd Call'd Pericardion being Ovall round Or like a Flame for forme and so dispos'd To shew that vitall fire is there repos'd There in the Hart 's the fountaine whence doth flow Naturall heate and by the Artires sends It al abroade to make the Members grow And keepe them growne in plight to doe their ends And though each Instrument of breath attends
loue resembles that of Seraphins VVho burne in loue of the extremest Good And makes Men like the sacred Cherubins Still priviledg'd from outward charge whose moode Is stil t' attend on LOVES Trin-vnion-hood This loue this beauty Loue of vertuous thiâ—gs Whose beauty flowes from divine beauties Flud Doth make Men Gods among the mighti'st Kings And Kings with highest God in high'st dwellings Goodnesse is Beauties Mother and true Loues Beauty and loue are both bred in one VVombe Then loue and beautie stil it much behoues To tend to Goodnesse as vnto the Tombe That must at last for ever them enwombe But there are diverse loues and beauties mo According to the creatures all or some Proceeding from that LOVE and BEAVTY who Sheds both on things aboue and things belo Fowre special beauties Goodnesse hath created The first is that whereby the Minde and sp'rite Hath VVit and Vnderstanding in them seated The second them adornes with Knowledge bright That mounts the Minde to Contemplations height The third in seede preserving mortall things The last in corp'rall things that sense delight Science the Soule to Contemplation brings But her to things materiall Fancie flings Yet did the soule but weigh hovv shee is bound To her Creator for his matchlesse loue Shee would from thence by Reason soone rebound And wholy stil contemplate things aboue For this his loue requitlesse doth approue He gaue her beeing meerely of free grace Before shee VVas or could his mercie moue Then if shee loue him her loue is but base Compar'd with his that made her what shee waâ— VVho giues a Guift much more affection shoes Then the Receaver for it can bewray The giver giues beeing free to giue or choose But the Receaver's bound to loue alway Yet if the giver giues to th' end to pray It s not of Loue but Lucre loth'd of Loue GOD cannot giue so in whom all doth stay But Men giue thanks for Blessings which they proue And God thereby to giue them more doe moue Such loue in giver and receiver both Is meerely merc'nary corrupt and base VVhich hatefull loue the Lord of loue doth loth And from such lovers turnes his loving face As from false Hypocrites abusing grace But true loves scope is in a gracious moode To loue all those that Mercie shoulde embrace Respecting nought but to streame foorth the flud Of goodnesse which it hath for others good For loue is free and freely would be lov'd It s actiue like a Flame in operation Saue that like fire it is not vpwardes mou'd But doth descende by Reasons computation For such descent on Reason hath foundationâ— The Sire doth loue the Sonne more then the Sonne Doth loue the Sire because by generation Part of the Sire into the Sonne doth runne But no part of the Sonne in Sire doth wonne Sith loue in nature stil doth thus descende God loues man more then Man his God can loue For Man proceedes from God who is his ende But God from Man likewise cannot remoue For Man is finite and in God doth moue This made him loue Men when they were his foes And for their loues a world of woe did proue Therefore hee 's Fount of Loue whence all loue floes Which loues for hate and hate doth loue-dispose Now how to loue this VVell of loue the more Loue doth direct by kindling the Desire Truely to know and minde it evermore Both which so sets the soules frame all on fire That it is made one flame of loue intire The more wee know it it the more wee minde The more wee minde it it wee more require The more we seeke the more wee it doe finde And being found it quite doth lose the Minde For then the Mindes no more that which it was For to this loue it 's transubstantiate To weeteâ— as neere as loue can bring to passe It s ev'n the selfe-same thing immaculate And like this LOVE this loue doth contemplate Reiecting all that would inveagle it To loue ought els and stil doth meditate To loue nought els and bends all powres of wit To make it selfe for this Loue onely fit Thus Sinners may turne Seraphins by Loue wounding with Loue-shafts Gods hart pure alone So as the ones hart so the others moue As twixt them aâ— there were no Hart but one This is to lye next the chiefe Corner-stone In the Church-militant Triumphant rather For God and man this Loue doth â—o attone As doth nay more then loue doth Sonne and Father For loue makes both intire still altogether For Loue doth graue though in an Hart of Brasse The forme of the Beloued in the Hart So that a Lovers Hart is like a Glasse Where the Belou'd is seene in ev'râ— part So in Gods Hart w' are graven by Loves Arte And in our harts Loue doth his forme ingrave Thus interchang'd we eithers forme impart To others liking by the Loue we have And make the Hart the Lodge it to receave The ende or scope of loue is to vnite The faster therefore it conglutinates Two harts or of them makes an vnion right So much the more her vertue shee elates And perfectly her kinde effectuates Then Loue in God in whom Love perfect is His vertue so to man participates That they become one through that loue of his For Man partakes his Image and his Blisse But man meere Chaos of extreame Defect Doth loue but loveth onely in desire He longs perhapps to loue with al effect That God and he thereby might be intire Whereto his leaden loue would faine aspire From which desire proceeds a pleasant paine Pleasant in that it setts the soule on fire With loue so good And paine it breeds again For that it hath not what it would haue fain But what is lacking in Mans loue the same God doth supply out of his boundlesse loue And makes MaÌ„s loue therby a working flame Which to presse through al Pressures stil doth prove And towards God her Spheare doth ever move This Flame doth melt the marrow of the Sp'rite Making it liquid sooner to remove In 't Mercies Mould where it s reform'd aright And made intire with LOVE true loues delight For when the lover loues himselfe no more But the Beloved in whom he abides Or if he loue himselfe it is therefore To weet for that he in his loue resides Then Loue is pure at high'st pitch besides But such high Raptures are too rarely found In fraile humanity that on Earth bides Though loue the Soule therfore perhaps may wound Yet stil t' wil be to the owne Body bound How shal I end with everlasting Loue To ease my Reader tir'd with heavy lines Vnto this Labarinth of Loue I prove The Author LOVE no comming out assignes Yet rest I may though it my Muse confines As Zeuxis drue a vaile with curious skill Ore that hee wanted skill t' expresse by Lines So I the like in Loue must now