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Microcosmos The discovery of the little world, with the government thereof. By Iohn Davies.
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Davies, John, 1565?-1618.
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thought VVhat shouldst thou doe with that that 's good for nought Let theÌ„ go waite on Byshops to whose See They doe belong but let the Prince be free VVilt thou be Servant to the common Trash That often leaves their Master in the lash Or spend thy VVitte and Sp'rits for such Riffraffe And so consume the Corne to saue the Chaffe VVilt thou orewhelme thy selfe in all anoy That they may swime aloft in Seas of Ioy VVhat wilt thou place thy pleasure in thy paine And make thy Subiect be thy Soveraigne Wilt loose thy roiall sole prerogatiue To make vngrateful base Bash rags to thriue O be indulgent to thine owne deere Hart And of Heav'ns blessings take a blisful part Doe not depriue thy selfe of that rare blisse That vnto none but thee peculier is And here vpon the sodaine great mishap I found my selfe in Oxford my loues lap Where thinking seriously vpon this thing I heard some say God saue king Iames our King And therewithal I heard a Trumpets clang That in an vnison that Dittie sang Then did I more admire what I had seene But griev'd I had so double lost the Queene And grieu'd no lesse sith I saw not the rest Of that wherein I held me highlie blest Had I so blessed bin t' haue seene th' event I should haue thought my time divinely spent But as I cannot now diuine vvhat shal Vnto this Land orewhelm'd in blisse befal So wil I not suspect the worst for why God onely good keepes good Kings company JOHN DAVIES To the Right Ho. and most most Reverend Father in God my Lord Archb. of Canterb. his grace THou temp'rate Soule that holdst promotion To be but Vertues meede and vertuouslie Dost higher prize the Soules devotion Proceeding from the low'st humilitie Passion-suppressing wel-disposed spirit Cleere glasse wherein true Pastors may behold The hall'wed life that heaven doth inherit Whose praises Glorie writes in liquid gold O helpeful harmelesse vertuous virgin Priest O louing tender-harted gaullesse Doue O that Arte could in thy praise so insist As answere might the measure of my loue But for my loue herein surmounts my skill Accept this poore show of my rich good-will I. D. To the most gracious Prince the Duke of Lennox c. FOr no respect great Lord but for the loue I owe to grace and greatnesse ioin'd in one Doth my weake Pen her strongest vertue proue To graue thy name vpon this paper-stone That if it chance the turnes of Time to brooke Which grinde to pouder all produc'd in Time Thy Name at least which is my most may looke Like to it selfe in my hard-fauour'd Rime If voice of those that loue the voice diuine Bee true the truth whereof none ought to doubt Thou like the Moone among heav'ns laÌ„ps dost shine While Sol thy Sov'raigne goes the Globe about Long maist thou as he doth giue light to all That pleas'd or pain'd doe foote this earthy Ball. I. D. To the R. Honorable and highly valued Lord the Earle of Northumberland c. WHo cannot raigne in height of lofty stile That hath so high a subiect for the same As thy heroicke worth and glorious name Is abiect nay then abiect farre more vile Magnificke thoughts to think on thoughts doth mouÌ„t Aboue the spheare of common intellect The thought of thy thoughts causeth this effect Which maks my towring thoughts theÌ„selus surmouÌ„t I thinke of thee and them as of those things That moue to rest in honors highest Spheare Sith vertue is the scale the same to reare Which wil make thee as neere as deere to kings As long great Lord as Vertue guideth thee Thou shalt be blest of God King State and me I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of VVorcester c. WErt thou most noble Lord a scurge to me Plagueing my misses vvith an Iron Rod Yet vvould I in my hart still honor thee For though he punish me I honor God Thou dost hurt no man simplie for his harme But as the Surgeon doth his hurt to heale Would wounded or diseased states did swarme With no worse Surgeons for their Common-weale I honor thee for that vvhich God himselfe Doth honor Men that is for drawing neere To his great goodnesse not for Port or Pelfe I honor thee for that deere Lord and deere Shal such be to me for their vertue sake Though I thereof no vse at all doe make I. D. To the Right right Honorable the Earle and Countesse of Rutland FOr infinite respectes to thee ' sweete Lord My Muse doth consecrate these zealous lines Which is the All her nothing can afford Serving for nothing but for true loues signes To thee that do'st enioy fruite of his loines From whoseworsts parts proceeded nought but good Whose weakest vvorths brake Envies strongest foines These lines I send and to his deerest blood Sweete couple that haue tasted sweete and sowâ—e The sweetest potion worldly weale can taste O let each others sweetes that gaull devoure Which with this sowre VVorlds sweetes is interlac't And that you may doe so your vnknowne yours Will praie so you vouchsafe to call him ours I. D. To the Right Honorable Earle of Cumberland Neptunes vice-gerent Sea-controling Spirit That makes her pay thee tribute and thy land Of which thou dost therefore great honor merit And worthy art thou on both to command So long thou hast the Northen-pole regarded That nature now hath made that pole thine head So lookes are with what was lookt for rewarded Then by his light let thy course still be led If so thy fame the world inviron shall For his light leades to glory infinite Then eie him well and his staid motions all Yea draw as neere him as is requisite So Fame thy name will on the Skies enrole So shalt thou honor'd be by this North-Pole I. D. To the Right Noble and intirely beloved Earle of Southamtonâ— c. WElcome to shore vnhappy-Happie Lord From the deepe Seas of danger and distresse Where like thou wast to be throwne over boord In every storme of discontentednesse O living Death to die when others please O dying Life to live how others will Such was thy case deere Lord such al thine ease O Hell on Earth can Hell more vex the VVill This Hell being harrowed by his substitute That harrowed Hell thou art brought forth froÌ„ theÌ„ce Into an Earthly Heaven absolute To tast his sweetenesse see his excellence â— Thy Liege well wotts true Loue that soule must wouÌ„d To whom Heav'ns grace His doth so abound I. D. To the Right Noble and no lesse learned then iudicious Lord VVilliam Earle of Pembrooke c. DEere Lord if so I could I would make knowne How much I longe to keep thee still alive These Lines though short so loÌ„g shal be thine owne As they have pow'r Vitality to giue I consecrate this Myte of my devotion To the rich Treasurie of thy deere fame Which shal serve though nought else worth as a Notion For Tyme to sever
thy fame from thy name WILLIAM Sons Son of VVilliam dreaded Earle Of Pembrooke made by Englands dreadful'st King Nephue to Sidney rare VVorths richest Pearle That to this Land her fairest fame did bring These VVorthies worthes are treasured in thee So three in one makes one as deere as three I. D. To the same VVIthin my Soule I sensiblie doe feele A motioÌ„ which my Minds atteÌ„tion markes That is to strike Loues Flint against Truthes Steele More hard to kindle thy loue by the Sparkes But if the fire come not so freely foorth As may inflame the Tinder of thy loue The tender of my Zeale shal be hencefoorth Offred in flames that to thy grace shal move Which is their Spheare where they desire to rest And resting there they wil in glorie shine I am thine owne by double interrest Sith once I vow'd my selfe to thee and thine O then had I but single loue of you I should bee double bound to VV. Your Honors peculier Iohn Dauies To the Right Honorable and highly renowmed Lady the Countesse of Pembrooke the Vertuous Lady Lady Anne her daughter and the Right Worthie and Worshipfull Phillipp Herbert Esquier her Sonne THus must poore Debters pay their Creditors And share a little where the due is more I owe my selfe to you great Favorers And I am little so are great Ones poore I owe my selfe vnto my selfe and so Doe â— to those whom as my selfe I loue I owe you more the three in One belowe Which I haue honor'd most next That aboue If more what more sith that 's more theÌ„ I haue for I am not so much mine owne as yours More by as much as what I else might crave I wish it mine for you for in your powres All that and more if more could be possest Should while you held me yours yours firmly rest I. D. To the Right Honorable the Earle of Mar. c. LOE how my Muse inflamed by desire To winne thy loue in paying thee thine owne Doth striue with VVitts dull sword and loves quicke fire To honor thee but how that is vnknowne And if vnknowne to me then needs it must To All to whom my Thoughts are lesse reveal'd In me it 's like an Embrio or like Dust Wherein the first Man laie at first conceal'd I am devising how to fash'on it God grant I spoile it not in hammering And if I doe I le sacrifize my VVitt In fire of Zeale the while my Muse doth sing Like to the Swanne when death the songe ensu'th Most blest to die with sweete Mar in her Mouth I. D. To the Right Honorable and Loiall-harted Lord the Earle of Clanricard OVR English Crownes approued Irish frend That raign'st in our true loue for such thy truth Let thine owne rare perfections thee coÌ„meÌ„d For perfect praise perfection still ensu'th I never was so happie as to see thee Much lesse to knowe thee whom I longe to see But in thy predecessor did fore-see thee For if Fame fable not much like you bee To add then to thy glory more bright beames Loue His thy other-selfe with deerest loue For shee hath martir'd bin with greefes extreames Deere Innocent whose vertues all approue Her loue to thee doth argue thy hie vvorth Then loue such loue that setts thy glory forth I. D. To the Right Honorable and no lesse vertuous Lady the Countesse of Clanricard HOnor attend as vertue guides thy life Deere Lady lou'd of all that are belov'd As it hath done thee virgin VViddowe VVife For which thou wert of all in all approu'd By Heav'n assign'd to Natures Miracles Mirrors of Manhood and Heroick partes VVorld Flesh Fiends to such are obstacles But God Saints Angels guerdoÌ„ their deserts In thee it is the loue of such â—'alure And binde them to thee with loves Gordian knott It is thy grace and reputation pure That made these worthies fall so to thy Lott God give thee ioy of this for in the rest Thou seemd'st accurst because so highly blest I. D. To the most heroick meritoriously renowmed Lord the Lord Mount ioy Lord Deputy of Ireland TO praise thee noble Lord were but to doo What all the world doth and to doo the same Were to offend and that extreamly too And al extreame offence incurrs defame Praise is not seemely in a wicked mouth The VVorld is wicked and her mouth is worse Ful of detraction false-praise and vntruth Then should I praise according to her course O no! thy vertue merits more regard Let Vertue praise thee as thou her dost praise For sacred vertue is her owne reward And Crowns her selfe in spight of Fortunes Nayeâ— She is thy guide and Glory her attends VVhich her in thee and thee in her commends The true lover of your honor vertue I. D. To the Right honorably honored and right wel-beloved yonge Earle of Essex c. DEere offspring of that all-belooued One Deere vnto all to whom that one was deere The Orphanes God requites thy cause of mone By Him that doth to all like God appeere Al those that loue you al-beloued Two Will blesse and loue him for it blest of God To comfort Innocents and Orphanes too That ruin'd were by fell Disasters Rod. Liue like His Sonne that liv'd too like him selfe And dide like one deere to Him without like He wrackt his fortunes on false Favors shelfe Which are this worlds that smiles wheÌ„ it doth strike And that thou mai'st thy country glorifie No lesse then hee all pray then needes must I. I. D. To the R. Honorable Sr. Iohn Popham Knight Lord chiefe-Iustice of England c. IVstly seveare seveare in Mercies cause Sith it is mercie mercie-wanting men To cut of with the razor of the lawes That wounds the wounders of their brethren To thee graue Cato are these lines adrest As proofes of what respect they beare thy fame Which with these VVorthies shal be here imprest By my best Pen in Honor of thy name If best deseruers of the publike weale Should not be memorized of the Muse Shee should her proper vertue so conceale And so conceal'd should that and them abuse To free her then and thee from so great wrong Liue lines with Pophams earned praises long I. D. To the R. Honorable and most learned Lord the Lord Henry Haward c. WHat hope the noble vertuous and the learn'd May haue they having now so rare a King In thee learn'd vertuous noble Lord 's discern'd In whom these flourisht without cherrishing Where vertue raignes her subiects shal beare rule The learn'd and vertuous shee wil haue to sway For vice wel-learned is but arm'd Misrule By whom the vertuous stil are made awaie Honors doe alter manners in â—those men That are to honor and good manner foes In thee that is not to be feared then For each with thee from thy conception groes And sith Apollo now doth water them They wil grow great togither with the stemme I. D. To the Right Noble