will not faile For as a Lyon then he will prevaile And then at fifty hee 's a crafty Fox And Lawyer-like gets money in his Box. And so till sev'nty by Industrious paines Woolfe-like hee 's greedy to increase his gaines But after that he feeles his bones to tire Therefore much like the Dog he loves the fire And keeps at home like to the wyly Cat Where he delights to sit to prate and chat Thus doth the Carnall man waste his lifes weeke And seldome doth after true Riches seeke I meane the wealth which beyond Age will last And still endure after this life is past Therefore the Sages That did first ordaine And gave unto each day It 's severall name Did well at first the nimblest Planet place And last of all that of the slowest race To shew that man in youthfull blithfull plight In Grace and vertue should take most delight For painfull age cannot so well hold out As lusty youth yet still should goe about In vertues race and not out of it start Till death doth strike him with his deadly dart Therefore I 'll pray that with the glorious sun I may rejoyce in vertues Race to run And with old Saturne therein persevere So should I well conclude the weeke and yeare Sunday or Dies Dominicus IN the Beginning and the Birth of time God made his glory and his power to shine In framing of the earth and heavens bright And the first day God did create the light ' Before which time there was a confus'd heape 'A formelesse Chaos did together keepe 'A gulfe of gulfes a body ill compaâ—t ' An ugly medley where all difference lackt ' Where th' elements lay jumbled altogether ' Where hot and cold were jarring each with either ' The blunt with sharpe the danke against the dry ' The hard with soft the base against the high ' All all was voyd of beuty rule and light ' All without fashion soule and motion quite ' Fire was no fire the water was no water ' Ayre was no ayre the earth no earthly matter ' This was not then the world 't was but the matter ' The Nurcery whence it should issue after Yet Gods great power did keep this darksome masse And on the waters did his spirit passe ' And he no sooner said Be light but loe ' The formlesse lump to perfect forme 'gan grow ' And all illustred with lights radiant shine ' Doft mourning weeds and deckt it passing fine ' All haile pure lamp bright sacred and excelling ' Sorrow and care darknesse and dread repelling ' Thou worlds great Taper wicked mens just terror ' Mother of Truth true beauties onely mirror ' Gods eldest daughter Oh! how thou art full ' Of grace and goodnesse Oh! how beautifull ' Sith thy great Parent 's all-discerning eye ' Doth judge thee so and sith his Majesty ' The glorious maker in his sacred layes ' Can doe no lâ—sse than sound thy modest praise ' But yet because all pleasures wax unpleasant ' If without pause we still possesse them present ' And none can right discerne the sweets of peace ' That have not felt wâ—rs irksome bitternesse ' And Swans seeme whiter if swart Crowes be by ' For contraries each other best descry ' Th'Alls Architect alternately decreed ' That Night the Day the Day should Night succeed ' So morne and evening the first day conclude ' And God perceiv'd that all his works were good Therefore the learned that each day did name In the whole weekes as I conceive did aime At the great works of God in the creation And so according set the Planets station For first they set the Sunne bright Phoebus hight Who is the fountaine and the spring of light Also the Pots call him by the name Of bright Apollo whose illustrious fame Was very great he was the sonne of Iove He and Diana his deare sister strove Within the Matrix of Latona faire And these two dayes and nights directors are Apollo for his skill in Poetry Physicke and Musique and Divinity Was honour'd as a god by heathen men Such was the ignorance of those times then But why that others call Sol burning hot Flaming bright Tytan my weake judgement 's not Able to shew but sure his mighty power His names doe shew ev'n every day and houre He governes Princes and great men of state And is the Plannet that 's most fortunate He is the dayes bright eye and heart of heav'n For God plac'd him in midst of Planet sev'n And in three hundred threescore daies and five Doth to the period of hâ—s race arrive By him we measure out to us and ours Yeeres ages seasons moneths dayes minutes houres And therefore well plac'd in the front of time But I have him eclips'd in this â—ude rime Therefore I 'll now conclude lest Phaëton like For taking such a taske great Iove may strike Me in his wrath therefore I 'll hast away And speake a little of the Lords blest Day Me thinkes none should make it a scruple why We disagree from Jewes solemnity In keeping of the sacred Sabbath Day They 're in the old and we in a new way They have the old Law and we have the new For state of Christians differs from the Jew Old things are past and new are come in place Then why should we follow the Jewish race Besides our Saviour is the Lord of dayes And therefore for his meritorious praise It s very fit he should a day ordaine His worship and his statutes to maintaine For in this world each Prince his subjects drawes After his lore for still New Lords new Lawes So now new Sacraments new Heav'n new Earth New Testament and Sabbath Day sets forth How we do differ from the Levites law But of the morall we still stand in aw We know that shadowes now are past away Because from death their substance rose this day For now the ceremonies of the Jewes Doe cease yet on this day we alwayes use To rest from labour and vaine idle sport And to the Lords House we should oft resort There both to heare Gods Word divinely taught By learned men and also as we ought There we should pray and sing with hearty cheare And not as some doe sleepe when they should heare Then after Sermon we should call to minde What good instruction we therein did finde Into what parts what doctrines and what uses Was made thereof to checke the grosse abuses Of mans fraile nature and the consolation Weake man doth need to stablish his salvation If I could thus the Lords Day sanctifie Delighting thus to heare sing pray purely And on the Lord set my whole minde and heart That all this day he might not from me part If I could as the Sunne begin to shine From youth to old age in all works divine If I could so distinguish and divide Blind errors wayes from truths bright paths well try'd And well approv'd of God and all good men For graces splendor I
SACRED POEMS OR Briefe Meditations Of the day in generall and of all the dayes in the weeke Psalme 90.12 Teachus O Lord so to number our dayes ' that we may apply our hearts unto wisedome LONDON Printed by E. Griffin 1641. TO The Right Worshipfull his Honoured and loving Master Sir IAMES CAMBELL Knight and Senior Alderman of the Citie of London one of his Majesties Justices of peace for the said Citie Mayor of the Staple at Westminster President of the Hospitall of Saint Thomas in Southwark and Governour of the Company of Merchants trading into France EDWARD BROWNE Presenteth these fruits of his Poeticall Meditations with his daily prayers to God for increase and continuance of health and Prosperitie in this Life and eternall felicity in the life to come RIght worshipfull I have been very bold My mind to you though rashly to unfold At this time since I meane no more to write Such fruitlesse lines to come unto your sight I 'm bold to use a learned Poets skill Though farre unfit for my unlearned quill Onely to manifest my thankfull hart For what God by you on me doth impart Therefore I pray accept this little Booke Yet I acknowledge t is not worth your looke Because t is framed by unskilfull wit And yet againe the matter that 's in it Would crave inspection of iudicious eyes But that my infant Muse could not devise To frame compose and write such learned Rimes As fit your worth in these most curious times And sacred things which I here take in hand To illustrate which well to understand Declare and fully to describe the same Would ' maze the head of the most learned Braine Then how can I that am in wit so bare In any wise such holy things declare Yet what the learned from Gods word have showne I have presumed herein to make knowne To manifest how I spend my spare time In Poetry although by ragged Rime Therefore because I know you onely are My dearest friend and have of me great care I here present you this my little skill Full of Affection voyd of smallest ill And if you please to read it to the end I hope it shall not justly you offend For at the first when I began to write I did compose it for mine owne delight But when I read it I therein did see A little spark of sacred Poetry Also I have observ'd you doe of late Delight to read more then in former state This did induce me to become so bold My Talent in your lap thus to unfold Prayi g your Worship herein to passe by The faults I doe commit unwittingly For Gods great aid herein I 'll render prayse And of your courteous Candor rest alwayes Your humble and Gratefull Servant EDWARD BROWNE An Acrostick Proem To his kind and Loving Master and vertuous Lady SIR IN this small Booke though rudely I have showne According to my Art and skill Many unfruitfull fancies of my owne Each of them shewes my true good will Sith better pledges I have none Can make thy Gratitude well knowne And I doe hope you will accept this mite More for th' intent then for the thing Because I writ it onely for delight Endevouring thereby to bring Little sweet Honey to the Hive Like to the Bee to show I thrive Rashly herein I doe confesse I take A skillfull Learned Poets quill ' Cause I unlearned am nor know to make Holy Sonnets free from ill Every verse doth show my folly Little worth in Melancholy Charge mee therefore with what is writ amisse And if that any good is done My God of that the onely Authour is Because the Fountaine makes streames run Ev'n to refresh our minds and make us â—lâ—st Like to Gods Saints And thus I ever rest Your Faithfull and Obedient Servant EDWARD BROWNE Praesentatio Gratificationis 25. dic Martii 1640. THis day some say did our Lord God begin This Worlds round Globe to make and to câ—eate And in this moneth comes in the fragrant spring Therefore the learn'd almost in every state Begin their Bookes and Reckonings on this day To shew how pretious time doth haste away Therefore I also though my learning 's small Begin this yeare to shew my thankfull heart My light grew dimme my Oyle was wasted all But Divine Bartas helped me in part For out of his None-such and holy weeke I was faine many flowers for to seek Which I Inserted in my weekly dayes And by a Prick you 'll know my sacred Pelfe Because I would not take unto my praise Anothers worth to my unlearned selfe I borrowed his to make this presentation A perfect and compleat Gratification A Prayer to God OH Holy God Thou knowst my heart is vaine My words are sinfull and my workes profane And men of Bethshemesh because they did Looke in the Ark by thee were stricken dead And Uzza but for staying it upright When it did shake thou there to death didst smite How dare I then presume to write or speake Of holy things being so vile and weake Yet I doe know by thy most sacred writ I must acknowledge the great benefit I have received from thee and thereof talke As I doe stand or goe or sit or walk Therefore I crave of thee assisting might For out of darknesse thou canst make true light To shine and blaze O be thou ever still Guider and framer of my perverse will That thy bright glory may shine in these Rimes To stirre up better wits in after-times To frame compose and make a perfect story Of temporall blessings and eternall glory 19. Psalme ult Let the words of my mouth and the Meditations of my heart be now and ever acceptable in thy sight O Lord my strength and my Redeemer A MEDITATION OF THE DAY HOw fraile and Brittle is the life of man He that lives longest liveth but a span Our pretious time so vainely we doe spend That as a day it commeth to an end The morning of our life is childish youth The noone time is our Manhood at full growth The ev'ning of our Life is froward Age And thus we walke on in our Pilgrimage The dawning of our life we waste like Boyes In foolish vanities and Idle toyes The middle of our age our strength and might Wee should enforce to serve God day and night That so at last when this lises day shall cease Wee in the Earths cold Bed may sleepe in peace Thus fatall sisters three take daily paine To spin to weave and cut mans life â—n Twaine Kind hearted Clotho spins mans life to strength Discreete Lachesis weaves its bredth and length And cruell Atropos with her sharpe knife Doth cut the Thred of his Age loathed life Loe thus this life is but a summer flower Springs up spreds bravely and sheds in an houre And Proteus-like we oft doe shift our shapes From Kids to Goates from Goates to wrinckled Apes For Mans lif 's water clos'd in Brittle Glasse Sin brought in death and
fur nay they 're not loath To take the Excrements of the poore worme Which they into brave Silke and Sattin turne Then doe they begge of fish Pearle for the Neck And find in Sea-sands pretious stones to deck Their sinfull bodies then they take great paines To Digg and delve in Earth for Golden gaines And when they have this borrowed Treasure got About the streets they jet and frisk and trot Provoking others thus to looke on them Deeming themselves better than other men But greater folly than this is not knowne For one to boast of that is not his owne Yet thus have I too oft done and was glad When I brave Cloths upon my body had Therefore I 'll now put off this Pedlers pack Which all this day hath burden'd thus my back Could I as quickly put off my foule sin And in new Robes of Grace my Soule put in As I can cast these filthy Rags aside That from mens eyes my sinfull shame doth hide Then should I be receiv'd a welcome Ghest Of Christ my Saviour to his glorious feast Where Angells Patriarkes and Prophets old Apostles Martyrs and the Saints doe hold A feast of Joy thus should I then be blest In Robes of Glory in eternall Rest Of Sleepe SLeepe is the Image and Picture of Death In which wee seeme sencelesse and voyd of breath The Bed seemes as the Grave in which we lay Our bodyes mould which turnes to dust and Clay And to the Saints death 's truly but a sleepe That doth refresh their minds and safely keepe Their wearyed Soules which when they were awake I meane alive very great paines did take To serve the Lord for which they hated were By wicked men who bended all their care To persecute oppresse and doe them wrong Therefore they doe greatly desire and long To be dissolved and to be with Christ In whom their joy and quiet doth consist Besides Christ warmed hath the earths cold bed For his beloved when he laid his head To rest three dayes therein and hath oft cald Death but a sleepe once to a Jew enthrall'd Foure dayes in grave then did he groan and weepe And said friend Lazarus doth sweetly sleepe And of the Ruler Iayrus his dead daughter He said shee slept which moved some to laughter And holy Martyres went as cheerefully To take their death as in Rose beds to ly Because they knew death to be but a sleepe Which doth refresh their Soules and bodies keepe Safe and unhurt unto that glorious day When they shall rise to live with Christ foray But unto wicked men death is a Terrour Which to remember fills their Soules with horrour If then the thought of death their minds affright How will they be amaz'd to feele his might When he doth strike them with his deadly Dart How loth will then the Soule from body part Because like friends they liv'd on Earth in Joy Well clad well fed and felt not much annoy Now if a man to mortifie one part Of his weake body In such deadly smart Is put unto that makes him groane and cry Oh then what will be the great misery For him to suffer when through every limb He feeles deaths pangs fiercely assayling him First from extreame parts Fingers Feet and Toes Then Leggs and Armes and so in order goes Through every Joynt Veine Muscle Sinew Bone Till at the heart it rests and there alone Like a besiedged Prince his Soule lookes out For helpe of friends whom shee did little doubt Would so forsake her in her extreame need To wit Youth Physick helplesse friends indeed Then doth she greatly feare tremble and quake Expecting hourely when the fiend will take Her wretched selfe And then when shee doth see The flattring Doctor parted with his fee The weeping of his wife the losse of all Jewells and brave apparell that 's not small Griefe and vexation to his wretched mind That all his wealth he so must leave behind Which hee did gather with such griefe and caâ—e To serve the Lord he had no time to spare And lastly now to thinke what will become Of Soule and body how the noysome worme Serpents and Vermin shall take for their food That dainty body which he thought too good To tread on earth or to come in the aire This will almost drive him into despaire But when he thinks his Soule must come before Hearts searching Judge and when he sees the score Of his great sins which his own conscience showes And hath not where to pay for well hee knowes He did not show his faith by living well And therefore doth deserve nothing but hell Which when the Soule doth thinke on slavish feare In wicked men doe bring them to despaire Which causeth them to fret to howle and cry To thinke how blisse they lost in hell they 'll lye For evermore in torments past expression But all this while I have made a digression From what I did intend at first to write It seemes I am misled by darksome night Of bad mens deaths in which they cannot sleepe For hellish fiends their Soules awake doe keepe Therefore I 'll pray to God that he may keepe My Soule and body so that I may sleepe In rest and peace in bed as in my grave And that in Mercy hee would freely save Both Soule and body to that blessed day Of resurrection that in heav'n alway I may with Saints and Angells shine as bright As doth the Sun and praise God day and night Of the weeke THe wisedome of the Lord did first compose The week into seav'n dayes as Moses showes Thereby to teach us how to spend our time In Meditation of his workes divine And in three weekes God hath his great workes showne The first is of the worlds creation In which the power and might of God appeares The next is preservation in the yeares And ages since till this same very houre And the third weeke doth show his love and power In the Redemption of all-fallen mankind But I am weake in body dull in minde So that not one of these I can declare As is befitting for the best that are May come farre short in such a sacred theame Therefore I onely doe intend and meane To shew each sev'rall dayes denomination And therein touch the workes of Gods creation And in this place I now will briefely speake Of mans fraile life in Davids generall weeke For he divides the life of Mortall men Into sev'n parts till threescore yeares and ten And therein I will show how pretious time Is vainely spent each age in one short Rime The first tenne yeares man is a harmelesse child And as a Lamb his life is meeke and milde But after that Goat-like he skips and Joyes In foolish vanities and Idle toyes And so till thirty man 's an untam'd Colt Heady and from all goodnes doth revolt And untill forty hee 's a sturdy Bull His limbes are strong with blood his veines are full But after that his courage
wide doth glister ' Much fry allur'd with the bright silver luster ' Of her rich casket flocks into the Nacre ' Then with a pricke the Prawne a signe doth make her ' That instantly her shining shell she 'll close ' Because the prey worthy their paine he knowes ' Which gladly done she ev'nly shareth out ' The prey betwixt her and her faithfull scout ' And so the Sponge-spie warily awakes ' the Sponges dull sense when repast it takes But why doe I thus search in Thetis lap For fishes kinde when I am far unapt To imitate their vertuous quality Therefore into the ayre I meane to fly And there I see the onely Phenyx flie So faire a creature dazel'd hath mine eye ' Such forme such feathers and such fate God gave her ' That fruitfull Nature breedeth nothing braver ' Two sparkling eyes upon her crowne a crest ' Of starry sprigs more splendent than the rest 'A golden downe about her dainty neeke ' Her breast deepe purple and a scarlet backe ' Her wings and traine of feathers mixed fine ' Of orient azure and incarnadine ' He did appoint her fate to be her Phere ' And deaths cold kiffes to restore her here ' Her life againe which never shall expire ' Untill as she the world consume with fire ' For she becomes out of a sacred fire ' Her owne selfe 's heire Nurse Nursling Dam and Sire ' Teaching us all in Adam here to dy ' That we in Christ may live eternally ' Next her the Swallow sweepeth to and fro ' As swift as shafts fly from a Turkish bow ' When use and art and strength confedered ' The skilfull Archer drawes unto the head ' Flying she sings and singing seeketh every where ' She more with cunning then with cost may reere ' Her round-fiont palace in a place secure ' Whose plot may serve in rarest Arch'tecture ' The pretty Larke climbing the welkin cleare ' Chants with a cheere here peer I neer my deare ' Then stouping thence seeming her fall to rew ' Adieu she saith dieu deare deare adieu ' Thâ— Spâ—â—ke the Linot and the Goldfinch fill ' All the fresh ayre with their sweet warbles shrill ' But these are nothing to the Nightingale ' Breathing so sweetly from a breast so small ' So many tunes whose harmony excels 'Our voyce our vials and all musique else ' The Storke still eying her deare Thessaly ' The Pelican consorteth cheerefully ' Praise-worthy paire which pure examples yeeld ' Of faithfull father and officious child ' Th' one quites in time her Parents love exceeding ' From whom she had her birth and tender breeding ' Not onely brooding under her warme breast ' Theire age-chill'd bodies bedrid in the nest ' Nor onely bearing them upon her back ' Through th' empty ayre when their owne wings they lacke ' But also sparing this let children note ' Her daintiest food from her owne hungry throat 'To feed at home her feeble parents held ' From forraging with heavie gives of eld ' The other kindly for her tender brood ' Teares out her bowels trilleth out her blood 'To heale her young and in a wondrous sort ' Unto her children doth her life transport ' For finding them by some fell Serpent slaine ' She rents her breast and doth upon them raine ' Her vitall humour whence recovering heate ' They by her death another life doe get 'A type of Christ who sin-thrall'd man to free ' Became a captive and on shamefull tree ' Selfe-guiltlesse shed his blood by 's wounds to save us ' And salve the wounds th' old Serpent firstly gave us ' And so became of meere immortall mortall ' Thereby to make fraile mortall man immortall ' There 's the fine Pheasant and the Partridge rare ' The lustfull Sparrow and the fruitfull Stare ' The lustfull Sparrow and the fruitfull Stare ' The chattering Py the chastest Turtle-Dove ' The grezell Quoist the Thrush that grapes doth love ' The little Gnatsnap worthy Princes boards ' And the green Parrat fainer of our words ' The ravening Kite whose traine doth well supply 'A rudders place the Falcon mounting high ' The Mar'in Lanar and the gentle Tercell ' Th' Ospray and Saker with a nimble Sarcell ' Follow the Phoenix from the cloudes almost ' At once discovering many an unknowne coast ' In the swift rancke of these fell rovers flies ' The Indian Grissin with the glistering eyes ' Beake Eagle-like backe sable sanguine brest ' White Swan-like wings fierce tallons alwayes prest ' For bloody battles for with these he teares ' Boars Lyons Horses Tigers Buls and Beares The feare of him hath made me quite forget Night Birds and Water Fowles and I as yet Have writ nothing of Peacocks stalking grave Nor mighty Estridge nor the Eagle brave Nor thousands more of famous Birds that be Within the ayre never descry'd by me For hitherto what I have boldly writ Is all but borrowed from more learned wit But this I doe acknowledge is mine owne To fit the Planets and to make it knowne Wherefore they governe every day i' th weeke But on this day I 'm most of all to seeke Why Iupiter should beare such rule and sway To move the Sages place him on this day For he was Saturn's lofty sonne and heire And as a Plannet in his high careere His Tinnen Chariot shod with burning bosses Through twice six signes in twice six twelve moneths crosses He rules o'r Princes Preachers Bishops Priests Judges and those that in deepe Councell sits But as he is a God of th' ayre and sky Therefore I thinke over the birds that fly Our elders plac'd him on this day and so Because his brother Neptune doth not go Among the number of the wandring seav'n Hee hath the power of fishes to him giv'n Now will I praise the Lord for all the good Nourishment we receive from th' ayre and flood From fowles of th' ayre and fishes of the Sea Whose copious choyce and number end leffe be Yet with such food our corps are daily fed And on our tables plentifully spread And I will pray to God that I may learne From fish and fowles that I in them discerne For some are presidents of love and piety Others of prudence and of grave sobriety And lastly I admire Gods wondrous power In peopling this most vast and fearefull bower With such variety of sundry creatures Of admirable kinde and dainty features O Lord I pray grant I may ever sing Thy praise like warbling birds in welcome Spring And that in waters of thy Word I may Delight as fish to swim there night and day And there to learne such knowledge of thy grace That I in glory may finde resting place Where I shall sing a song among the blest And live with God in a perpetuall rest Fryday or dies Veneriâ— ' HAving the last day ventur'd forth so far ' On Neptune's backe through winds and waters war ' I 'll row this stroake the harbour
faire ' Th' unpeopled world that while the world endures ' Here might succeed their living portraitures ' He had impos'd the like precept before ' On th'irefull droves that in the desarts roar ' The feth'red flocks and fruitfull-spawning legion ' That live within the liquid Christall Region ' Thenceforth therefore Beares Beares ingendered ' The Dolphins Dolphins Vultuâ—es Vultures bred ' Men men and nature with a change-lesse course Still brought forth Children like their Ancestors ' So morne and evening the sixt day conclude ' And God perceiv'd that all his workes were good Now'tis apparent why the smooth fac'd wench Upon this day hath the preheminence Of other plannets for she governs those That unto venery themselves dispose As fidlers Players Jewellers Dyers Painters Dancers whores and Cupids Squiers Her birth was rare she came of the Seas frath Produc't by Saturne for when he was wrath Hee cast his Fathers members in the Sea Of which as Poets say came this faire shee ' Faire dainty Venus whose free vertues milde ' With happy fruit gets all the world with childe ' Whom wanton dalliance dancing and delight ' Smiles witty wiles Youth love and Beauty bright ' With soft blind Cupids evermore consort ' Of lightsome day opens and shuts the Port ' For hardly dare her silver doves goe far ' From bright Apollo's glory beaming Car O Lord how wonderous are thy workes Divine How in all creatures doth thy glory shine This day a lone doe's thy rare works declare Thy goodnesse unto sinfull men who are Depriv'd bereav'd of that most glorious forme With which thou didst this day his soule adorne O grant that I may labour to repaire Thy Image in me and in Christ seeme faire And that like Venus in faire vertues race Igoe not far from Christ the Son of Grace But keepe I pray my body and my minde From sinfull lust O rather let me finde A vertuous Carefull honest loving Mate In Joy and peace to spend this mortall state Saturday or Dies Sabbati THe cunning Painter That with curious care ' Limming a Land scape various Rich and raÌ„re ' Hath set a worke in all and every part ' Invention Judgement Nature Use and Art ' And hath at length t'immortallize his name ' With weary Pencill perfected the same ' Forgets his paines and inly fill'd with glee ' Still on his Picture gazeth greedily ' First in a Mead he markes a frisking Lamb ' Which seemes though dumb to bleat unto the dam ' Then he observes a wood seeming to wave ' Then th'hollow bosome of some hideous cave ' Here a high-way and there a narrow path ' Here pines there oakes torne by tempestuous wrath ' Here from a craggy Rocks steep-hanging Bosse ' Thrumm'd halfe with Ivy halfe with crisped Mosse 'A silver Brooke in broken streames doth gush ' And headlong downe the horned Cliff doth rush ' Then winding thence above and under ground 'A goodly Garden it bemoateth round ' There on his knee behind a Box-tree shrinking 'A skillfull Gunner with his left eye winking ' Levells directly at an Oke hard by ' Whereon a hundred groaning Culvers cry ' Downe falls the Cock up from the Touch-pan flies 'A Ruddy flash that in a moment dies ' Off goes the gun and through the Forrest rings ' The thundring Bullet borne on fiery wings ' Here on a greene two Striplings stripped light ' Run for a prize with laboursome delight 'A dusty cloud about their head doth floe ' Their Feet and head and hands and all doe goe ' They swelt in sweat and yet the following rout ' Hastens their haste with many a cheerefull shour ' Here six pyed Oxen under painefull Yoke ' Rip up the folds of Ceres winter Cloak ' Here in the shade a pretty Shepheardesse ' Brings softly home her bleating happinesse ' Still as she goes she spins and as she spins 'A Man would think some Sonnet she begins ' Here runs a River there springs forth a fountaine ' Here vailes a Valley there ascends a mountaine ' Here smokes a Castle there à City fumes ' And here a Ship upon the Ocean loomes ' In briefe so liv'ly Art hath nature shap't ' That in his worke the workmans selfe is rapt ' Unable to looke off for looking still ' The more he lookes the more he findes his skill ' So th'Architect whose glorious workman ships ' My Cloudy Muse doth but too-much eclipse ' Having with Pain-lesse paine and carelesse care ' In these six dayes finish't the Table faire ' And infinite of the universall Ball ' Rested this day to ' admire himselfe in all ' And for a season eying nothing else ' Joyes in his worke sith all his worke excells ' If my dull stutting frozen eloquence ' May dare conjecture of his high intents ' One while hee sees how the ample Sea doth take ' The liquid homage of each other lake ' And how againe the heav'ns exhale from it ' Aboundant vapours for our benefit ' And yet it swells not for those tribute streames ' Nor yet it shrinks not for those boyling beames ' There sees he th'O ean peoples plenteous broods ' And shifting courses of the 〈◊〉 and sloods ' Which with inconstant glances night and day ' The lower Plannets forked front doth sway ' Anon upon the flowery Plaines hee lookes ' Laced about with snaking silver Brookes ' Now he delights to see foure Brethrens strife ' Cause the worlds peace and keepe the world in life ' Anon to see the whirling Spheares to roule ' With restlesse dances about either Pole ' Whereby their Cressers carryed divers wayes ' Now visit us Anon th' Antipodes ' It glads him now to note how th'Orbe of flame ' Which gires this Globe doth not enfire the frame ' How th'aires glib-gliding firmelesse body beares ' Such store of fowles haile-stormes and floods of teares ' How th'heavy water pronest to descend 'Twixt Aire and earth is able to depend ' And how the dull earths proplesse massie Ball ' Stands steddy still just in the midst of all ' Anon his nose is pleas'd with fragrant sents ' Of Balme and Basill Mirrh and Frankincense ' Thyme Spiknard Hysop Savory Cinamon ' Pink Violet Rose and Clove-Carnation ' Anon his ear 's charm'd with the melody ' Of winged consorts-curious harmony ' For though each Bird guided with Art-lesse Art ' After his kind observe a song apart ' And yet the burden of their severall layes ' Its nothing but the heav'n-Kings glorious praise ' In briefe th'Almightie's eye and Nose and Eare ' In all his workes doth nought see sent or heare ' But showes his greatnesse Savors of his grace ' And sounds his glory over every place ' But above all Man 's many beauteous features ' Detaine the Lord more then all other creatures ' Man 's his owne Minion Man 's his sacred Type ' And for mans sake he loves his workemanship ' Not that I meane to faine an idle God ' That lurks in