Robert Lord Sidney Baron of Penshurst c. THy vertue and the conscience of the grace Thou hast vouchsau'd me not deserving it Doth like two spurres provoke my will and wit Thy name with my loues lines to interlace Thy honor'd name name honored of all That honors grace by man made glorious Can of it seâ—fe rowze vp the dullest Muse To make thereof divine memoriall Then should â— it commende to Monument No miracle should I perfourme thereby Sith it by Nature liues eternally Such life to Sidneys being incident And sith divine S r Philip liues in thee Be thou that Monument and so ease me I. D. To the Right Honorable the Lord Home c. The place meÌ„ say thou holdst great Lord in court Was held before by three Superlatiues Most wise most lov'd most lowly in high port The place I weene hath such prerogatiues Then were thy vertue not in that degree The vertue of the place would it reiect But it s a powrefull argument to mee That thou art vertuous Lord in each respect The rather sith thy Liege that plac'd thee there Doth heaue vp none so high but for high worth Whose Iudgements eie is admirable cleere Which warrants me to put thy praises forth My coulors ready are I lacke but light Which I will haue to paint them out aright I. D. To the Right Honorable the good Lord of Kinlosse c. Praise that proceedeth from a Poets Pen That faines by nature may want powre perchaÌ„ce To adde renowne to the renownes of Men Whom goodnesse without glozing doth advance If then my Pen though it too open be To gloze disabled be by Envies spight To register the right that 's due to thee Yet should it wrong thee to conceale thy right Thy VVorld-conteÌ„ning Thoughts the world do make As knowledging the ods twixt good and Ill To rev'rence thee for thy rare goodnesse sake Which harts with loue mouthes with praise doth fill They stile that praise but with one only word Which being Good with God doth still accord I. D. To the Right Noble Lady the Lady Rich. TO descant on thy name as many doe Sith it is sit t' expresse thine excellence I should deere Lady but allude vnto That vvhich with it compar'd is indigence Yet to bee rich was to bee Fortunate As all esteem'd and yet though so thou art Thou wast much more then most vnfortunate Though richly-well thou plaid'st That haplesse part Thou didst expresse what Art could never sho The Soules true griefe for losse of her Loues soule Thine Action speaking-passion made but ô It made thee subiect to a Iailes controule But such a Iaile-bird heauenly Nightingale For such a cause sings best in greatest bale I. D. To the intire Body of the Kinges Maiesties most Honorable Privie Councell WHere Loue devided is shee hardly can Be like her selfe But when shee is intire In sacred flames shee burnes more hot then fire Bee it in abstract Formes or mortall Man Yet Loue and reverence are due to those Whose wakefull wits still worke for publike good So rev'rence I your honor'd Fatherhood As Founts from whom our publike proffit floes In you wise Pilots of this ioy-fraught Barke Barke of our blessed Common-weale it is To make her keepe her course in lasting blisse Which charge requires your well-directing carke You cannot better spend lifes benefit Then for so good an ende at Sterne to sit I. D. To my much honored and intirely beloued Patronesse the most famous Vniversitie of Oxford TO mount aboue Ingratitude base crime With double lines of single-twisted Rime I will though needlesse blaze the Sun-bright praise Of Oxford where I spend some gaining daies Who entertaines me with that kinde regard That my best words her worst deedes should reward For like a Lady full of roialtie Shee giues me Crownes for my Charactery Her Pupils crowne me for directing them Where like a King I liue without a Realme They praise my precepts my LessoÌ„s learne So doth the worse the better wel governe But Oxford ô I praise thy situation Passing Pernassus Muses habitation Thy Bough-deckt-dainty VValkes with Brooks beset Fretty like Christall Knots in mould of Iet Thy sable Soile's like Guians golden Ore And gold it yeelds manur'd no mould can more The pleasant Plot where thou hast footing found For all it yeelds is yelke of English ground Thy stately Colledges like Princes courtes Whose gold-embossed high-embattl'd Ports With all the glorious workmanshippe within Make Strangers deeme they haue in Heaven bin When out they come from those celestiall places Amazing them with glorie and with graces But in a word to say how I like thee For place for grace and for sweete companee Oxford is Heav'n if Heav'n on Earth there be JOHN DAVIES To the most Honorable and Valorous Knight Sir Thomas Erskin c. HOny of Hybla if my Pen could dropp Nay Nectar subtilized to the Spright Were not too sweet to varnish Vertues Propp That holpe t'vphold our staie in Treasons spight Gainst Traitors did thy trustinesse appeere VVho were the Foiles to make thy Tâ—uth to shine How blest wert thou that did'st thee so besteere As made Treas'n pay for her demaund a Fine How art thou bound to Opportunity That put her Fore-locks freelie in thy Fist And how ought we to praise thy valiancy Where through and through our Kinges we all are blist One hardie Hand ioyn'd to a valiant Kinges A Tribe of Traitors to confusion bringes I. D. To the thrice Noble and valorous Knight Sir Edward VVingfield TO thee Belonas choisest Champion Whose woundes if steept in dew of Castalie As they deserve would make thee such an one As Pagans vs'd for God to glorifie How oft hast thou thy selfe to wouÌ„ds expos'd To let in glory through thy gored sides That through thy flesh it might be so dispos'd As in each part thereof it now abides How prodigall hast thou bin of thy bloud No more is left theÌ„ meerely life maintaines The fatt Calfe must be kill'd to do thee good Thy hart to comforrt and to fill thy Vaines O t is a glorious prodigalitie That spends what not for God Conterie I. D. To the Noble discreete and wellbeloved Knight Sir Henry Nevill THere was a Time when ah that so there was Whie not there is There is and was a Time WheÌ„ Men might cal Gold Gold Brasse but Brasse â— And saie it without check in Prose or Rime Yet should I cal thee Gold some Brasse perchance VVould saie err'd because I nere toucht thee And so did cal thee through meere ignorance Or which is worse through abiect Flatteree I am too ignorant I doe confesse To iudge thy wooâ—th which worthiest Men coÌ„mend Yet may I say I hope and not transgresse Th' art Vertue Valour Truth and Honors friend All which presume thou art not gilt by guile Because thy noble name denies the vile I. D. To the Right VVorshipfull and most worthy Knight Sir Edward Dyer
good hart will haue consideration of his meate diet Eccl. 30.25 Eccl. 10.17 Note Simil. a Corne. Psal. 144. 13 Pro. 27. 26. The person that is ful despiseth an hony-combe but vnto the hungry Soules as hunger-bitteÌ„ Soldiers every bitter thing is sweete Prov. 27.7 * The fore part of the Scull Psal. 104. 1â— Eccl. 31.28 When the righteous are in auctority the people reioyce but when the wicked bear rule the people sigh Prover 29 2. * Psal. 144. 9. Ps. 119.67.71 God King Sir Phil. Sidâ— Sir R. Sidney Sir Ed. Dy. Sir Ed. Wingfield The light of the kings couÌ„tenaÌ„ce is life his fauour is as a clowde of the later raine Prover 16.15 * 1. Tim. 6.15 Rom. 19.16 * Psa. 64.45.6 2. Pet. 2.4 In Gâ—d are all sith without him are no Ioyes Math. 11 2â— Deut. 32.42 Ramuâ— Paris Rochel They disease thereby killing and ease them being killed 2. Kin. 11.1,2,3 2. Kin. 16. 3. 2 Chro. 28.16 * 2. Kin 6.26 27,28,29 2. Sam 7.18 Gen 10.6.8.10 Isai. 66.19 Sir Roger Williams f P. Parmâ— Ioh. 10.12.18 * Christ the true God of Wisedome the onelie Sunne inâ—lightning our Intelligence * The secrets of the highest Heaven are farre aboue the reach of humane Reasonâ— * Every knowledge hath its beginning of the senses which are often deceiu'd Therefore all scieÌ„ces which are deriu'd fast rooted in the senses are vncertaine deceiptfull a The vnderstanding abused by the misreport of the inferior senses diverts the will from embracing good obiected to hir 3. Kinds of Appetites in all creatures The naturall apetite two-folde Soules Vegetatiue The natural desire how devided The sensitiue apetite two-fold a Though Beastâ— haue much more perfect outwaâ—d senses then Men yet can thâ—y not imploy them reasonably as Men doo b Free-will is not avoided by grace but established because grace healeth the Will that is giveth vs a will to righteousnes Aug. de spiritu littera Cap. 30. c That we doâ— will wellâ— God worketh of himself without vs and when we will so well that we doe accordingly God worketh togither with vs. August De gratia libero arbitrio Cap. 17 d God draweth vnto him but he draweth none but the willing e God giues regenerate Men free-will to do well but the reprobate haue free-will onely to doe evill Musculus coÌ„moÌ„ places f Godlinesse hath the promises of this life and that to come When Man pleaseth God God wil please Man All is to be given to God who prepareth the good-will of Man to bee holpen and helpeth i being pâ—epared Aug Enchir. ad Laurent Cap. 22. g These are Beasts in humane shape whereof the World 's too full h Griefe Ioy are alwaies Consociates of our will i The will naturally cannot desite that which in nature is evill Will makes Reason to attend her The Wil may obiect or not obiect what shee will to the Minde The vnderstaÌ„ding straineth out of the secret hidâ— causes of thinges that which to wisdoÌ„e is incident Wil exacting the saÌ„e * The Wil refuseth Good being found not for being good but not being so good as it willingly would hauâ— Iâ—l spirits may provoke our faÌ„tasies wilâ— It is a kind of bondage to haue powre wil and liberty to doe ill Whosoever seekes felicity where it is not shall finde infelicity where it is Reason and mans desires shoulde be in continuall league The Hart and Minde beeing at Vnity procure the tranquility of the Affections The Braines and Hart are the Seates of Reason and the AffectioÌ„s Sin is nothing because it was made without him without whoÌ„ nothing was made that was made a Sinne. b The scriptur c That is betweene Reason and the Affections Reason Concupiscence Ire 3. speciall powres of the Soule Anima Mens Animus Ratio Spiritus Scientia The soule vseth not the ministry of the outward senses when shee is swallowed vp with divine meditations The soule being divine works divinely if shee bee not hindred by her Clog the body The Hart the Mirror of the Minde A cleane Hart and a cleane soule are convertible * Natures providence for Manns good should lift vp his minde to the consideration of the loue of a greater Good The Hart is the fountaine of naturall heate The Hartes motion is double * A motiue to brotherly loue taken from the disposition of the Members The flesh of the Hart is the firmest flesh of any part of the Body * Iniustâ—ce makes great Kinges lesse then Fame can take notice of The Hart is hang'd in the Brest by even counterpoise Many good comâ—lexions are ill in conditions Mutual loue is to be learned from the mutuall assistaÌ„ce of the partes of the body Vertues Throne is erected iust betweene extreames * Murder themseluâ—s a The Soule Vegeâ—atiuâ— dâ—siâ—es to Be The Sensitiue to be well The reasonable to be best and therfore it never rests till it be ioyned to the best * Eviâ—l cleaves to each worldly Good as Canker doth to Silver * Ioy and sorrow as Plato affirmes are the Ropes wherewith we are drawne to the embracing or avoiding of euery action * Iudgement foregoes the Affections * The Affections may work without souÌ„d advisement a The Soule worketh by motion and the Body by Action * Phisicke can extenuate the Humors that make the Body vnapt to execute the workes of Vertue * Humors be the children of the Elements An Element what 2. Elements in Phisick-Arte Complexion what Wel tempred Complexion what Il CoÌ„plexion what The Bodies temper is fiue waies discerned A natural reason for the gurmaÌ„dizing and quaâ—fing of the Flemmings The Coulor shews the bodies temper The reason why men cholericke of coÌ„plexion are â—oone angry A humor what Howe the meates are changed to Humors How the Humors raigne in mans body How when the Planets rule in mans body Precise dates assigned to severall changes of mans age in his life Psal. 31.11 * Paint the face * Bis puer The Aire wee breath may hasteÌ„ our age Causes of the Aiers putrification consequently of grosse witte The passions of the Aier do affect our Minds The situation of the Place makes the Aier good or badde Foode good or badd helpes or hinders Witte a The Hart Brayne * Wine moderatly taken cheeâ—es â—he Haâ—t spiâ—itâ— 3. Offices of Drinke f Vomittâ— g Gluttony Drunkenâ—sâ—e are he horrible sepultureâ— of mans reason iudgment Temperate exercise available to minde and bodie Natural heate The Sons of Adam borne to labour Divinity oft in dreames A natural reason for the divinity of Dreames Over much watching debilitates our wittes This waking care breaketh the sleepe as a great sickenesse breakes the sleepe Eccle 31 2. â—â—re enemy â—o sleâ—pe and â—â—â—epe coÌ„â—orâ—â—â— of Care Care a CaÌ„ker to Minâ—e and Body a The laboure of like Bodies be not a like painfull For glory in a Prince makes the laboure lighter then that
being wellâ—neere out of hart before Each to his fellow ioy vnfained faines Because they likely were to Bee no more For being but poore Soules the VVorlds Ey-sore But when they heard with cheerefull Trumpetts clange Thy peacefull name proclaim'd as Englands king They skipt daunc't and Heav'nly Hymnes they sange That Angells did admire their Carrolling VVhich made both Heau'n and Earth with ioy to ring Each now retakes his late abandon'd Pen And Night and Day they plie it pestering Thy Name with Fame thy fame with more then Meâ— Maie beare if they be not remade agen And who hath held their Pens from blott of blamâ— And ever kept their Muse immaculate Their conscience now takes comfort in the sameâ— As if some God were come that Vice doth hate VVith Grace their virtue to remunerate As when the Kinge of Kings shall come at last To giue all Men their meede in righteous rate The good alone reioyce in their liues past So perfect Poâ—ts now must comfort tast Now their cleere Soules free from distemp'raturâ— That constantly ensues vnconstant Vice Doe Angell-holpe draw Lynes divinely pure T'expresâ—e their Soules prais-worthy avarice To draw their King to read their Subiect twice They melt in Nectar of Phrase most refin'de That may the Pallate of the Soule intice To tast and retast in a greedy kinde The Sweetes there mixt to recreate the Minde Healths now goe round among the rude Civill The Earths best bloud that bettereth our bloud Is suck't each where and he esteem'd a divill That will not drinke to show his mery moode A little more perhapps then does him good If VVine were made to gladd the hart of Man Although our gladnesse needes no wyny floudd Then now or never troule about the Cann Till sober moode cries hoe and no more can A time there is for all things vnder Sunnâ— A time for mirth aswell as to be sadd The time for mirth is now ev'n now begun Now wisest men with mirth doe seeme starke madd And cannot choose their harts are all so gladd Then let 's be merry in our God and King That made vs merry being ill bestadd Southâ—hampton vp thy cappe to Heauen fling And on the Violl there sweet praises sing For he is come that grace to all doth bring If thou did'st faulâ— iudge Heau'n for I will spare thee Because my faults are more then can be cast It did to greater glorie but prepare thee Sith greater vertue now thereby thou hast Before our troubles we seeme goodnesse past But cold Afflictions water cooles the heate VVhich Youth and Greatnesse oft too much doth wast And Queenes are coy and cannot brooke the sweat That such heate causeth for it seemes vnsweete But yet thy woorth doth wrest from what soere thereto opposd by vnseene violence Acknowledgment of what in thee is deere That is the glory of much excellence Fitt for the vse of high'st preheminence The VVorld is in the wane and worthy Meâ— Haue not therein in each place residence Such as are worthy should be cherisht then And being overthrowne raisd vp agen Pembrooke to Court to which thou wert made strange Goe doe thine homage to thy Soveraigne VVeepe and reioyce for this sadd-ioyfull Change Then weepe for ioy thou needst not teares to faine Sith late rhine Eies did nought els entertaine If I mistake thee not and thy best part Thy vertues will thy Lieges favoure gaine For Vertue vertue loues as Arte doth Arte Then will hee loue thee Lord for thy desartâ— Thy Sire and Grand-sire were two mightie Peeres Thâ—t were strong trustie Pillars of this State Thou hast what they had thy want is but yeeres Yet Arte in thee doth Tyme anticipat And maks thee being yonge in old estate For lo thy Iudgments iointes are strongly knitt And in Artes Limbecke thy all-learned Pate VVisdome extracts the Quintessence of VVitâ— To make the same for hie imployment fitt Hold vp your hartlesse Heads and headlesse Harts All yee whom Time and Fortune did suppresse Hee 's come hee 's come that Life halfe dead reverts Deere little Lord great in too great distresse VVith smoothed front goe kisse thy happinesse Ladies and Lords purse-pinched and Soule-pain'd Poore Rich and all rich ïn all blessednesse Blesâ—e him by whom yee haue till now remain'd To tast these Tymes which yeeld sweet ioyes vnfain'd High humbled Lady high though humbled High by thy vertue humbled by thy Crosse By Fortune lift vp and downe tumbled Two ô speake VVorld had ere one such a losse As shee had of two Pheares who did engrosse The richest VVares that Arte and Nature sold Yet Fortune in their fines was over-crosse For both vntimely shee return'd to Mould Yet Lady new be cast in Comforts Mold Yee seemely Senators that God do feare Vertues true Lovers Bloud-detesting Sages Peace Rights friends as now doth wel appeare Load-starrs to this Lights to the after Ages Reioyce you may for your well-erned VVages Earned of your late Mistris he will pay That 's now your Master TheÌ„ with harmeles rages Of zeale infam'd exult and with vs say Blest be King Iames our King our Ioy our Stay Moâ—â—t-ioy let ioy now mount as high as Heav'n For now thy long-left land is Heav'n become Come come away the Foe to slight is driv'n Hasten thy comming hie ô hie thee home That ioy though nought els caÌ„ may thee orecome Muses deere loue Mecaenas to their loues Thy King vnto this kingdome now is come And like the sunne in our new Heaven moues To comfort thee and all that glorie loues If wee that still liue here doe Heav'n it hold VVhat wilt thou thinke it with that Hell coÌ„par'd VVhere yet thou liv'st among deathes manifold VVhich for our safety thou hast long endur'd Thou sure wilt thinke no Angell now doth ward The Esterne Eden plac'd now in the North But Scots and English men the same doe guard And therein liue then come Heroicke Worth Attend thy Liege till he resends thee forth Meeke-harted Worcester friend of Humanityâ— Honoâ—'d for honesty so rightly honored Gods white-guifâ— Whiteguifâ— â— glory of Prelacy Buckhurst our Treasoâ—er roially treasured VVith richest Rules of Rule Egerton famouzed For loue to equity chiefe Iustâ—ce of the land Bold Popham resolute for thy friend for thy Head Striue striue ô striue to make fast Peaces Band That you obeying may in peace command So you by it and it by you may stand Great harted Heros great Northumberland Furnisht withall that may make great a Peere And Tethys true loue ventrous Cumberland Together with the rest to England deere Deere Peeres let now your peerelesâ—e ioy appeereâ— Goe Lordes goe meete your sans-Peere Soveraigne And tell him yee are his while hee is here And when he leaues the Earth for heav'nly raigne You and yours will be his whiles they remaine Thou liuely Image of our Worldes perfection Ouâ— little Worlds great Paragon of fame Both taking beeing by the Heav'ns direction In
one selfe-wombe that both should be the same In Spirite in vertue nature and in name This World beginnes to cotton now for thee For whom the World sometimes was much to blame Vertue deere Sidney now advaunc'd shal be Sith Vertue knowes no partialitee Thou virgin Knight that dost thy selfe obscure From Worlds vnequall eies and faine wouldst dy Er ' thy name should be knowne to Worlds impure Now shew thy selfe thou canst not hidden lie From our newâ— Worlds desert â—out-searching Eie Great Sidneies loue true proofe of thy great worth Liue now for now thou maist not living die Vertue must vse thee then Dyer Knight come forth To haile thy vertues Loadstarre from the North. And Albions Scaeva whose crosse-wounded Corse Like t' an imbalmed dead-Corpse in aspect Twenty times dead yet still hast vitall force And so dost cousin death through deaths defect Yet scornst nay hat'st thy life in Fames respect Vp with thy Coate of Steele its time for thee No foe is now in field and in effect Thy Veines are drie thine eies do dimmely see Then ioy in peace with life at last agree Great Maiestie last let the least of all Thy Subiects least send from his hart a signe Of that it holds and whiles it is it shall That is that loue thou only mai'st define By that vnbounded loue to vs of thine I haile thee happy Sov'raigne from a farre Vnworthy to approach thy view of Eine Saying blest be him that blessed thee from warre To be our peace in whom we blessed are And be thine owne though others praise come short O sacred Sou'raigne Soule of Englandes ioy Let matchlesse vertues Vertues praise report VVhich thou alone dost questionlesse enioy The Vulgars laudes thine Eares doe nought but cloy The Concaue of a Crowne may cause that winde VVhich froward Fates haue power to destroy But that pure praise that 's due to thy pure Minde From Fates is free'd being of immortall kinde VVell wott'st thou Princes liues haue much more force Then purest Lawes their Subiects to refine For Subiects follow still their Sov'raignes course As Sunne-like Marigolds doe Sol divine VVho lose their grace when hee doth ceasse to shine This makes thee shun what may ecclipse thy light Because thou lead'st all by that light of thine And striv'st to glitter in all vertue bright That all might haue thereby direction right Though at thy becke be all sons-pleasing sweetes Yet art thou pleas'd with what thy sense containes In Straightes where Abstinence with Reason meetes Which head-strong Appetite Synne-spurred raignes And binds thy Passions in Soule-staying chaines Thus Reason strictly ruleth thee we see VVhich over thee as thou raign'st ore vs raignes If Reason thou obai'st much more should wee That are borne to obey Reason and thee How came I with thee to bee so acquainted That so I should discribe each part of thee Thy Booke wherin so liuely thou art painted Deere Liege I once ioy-ravished did see For which I shall till death the better bee Then saw I thee and then I heard thy VVordes VVhich with Gods and thy glory did agree And Charity beliefe to them affords Sith â—hee knowes nothing that with them discords And if the Bookes compil'd by vs do beare The Image of our Mindes as thou do'st say Then in that Booke that Image doth appeare Bright as the Sunne in Vertues best araye To light all Kinges to keepe their Kinges high Way No Sentence Line Clause VVord or Syllable Therein contain'd but doth pure thoughts bewraie Then sith thy Minde is to it semblable No Earthly King is to thee sutable Never was Piety with Policy So well componnded in the Head of State The Serpents wisedome many Snakes apply To Sores of Kinges Simplicity but hate The Doue-like innocence as out of date If Piety and Policy doe iarre As some suppose then can we bee s'ingrate As not to crowne him that did end the warre Nor be compos'd by such a Temperer For if from Hartes abundance Mouthes disperse Vertue or Vices Mammon all abroade What may we deeme thee theÌ„ that did'st reherse Such precepts as beseem'd a Semi-God How best the Sonne should beare an Empires Lode Which weakenesse oft back-broken vndergoes We needes must weene that Vertue makes abode As in her home in thy Hart sith it floes VVith goodnesse like Gods to thy Friends Foes How like a Lord of thy selfe do'st thou striue To conquer Passion Princes great'st disease In him that likely is thee to survive And as an oldâ—tride Sea-man tells at Seas VVhat Rocks and â—latts a yong one may displease Ere â—irst he setts out that he them may shunne So from thy proofe for thy Succeeders ease Thou tell'st him ere to rule he hath begune What Compasse he should keep safe Course to run For Empire is a Sea most faire to see But perillous to proue as they best kno That all their life-long to it bounden be Subiect each Tyde to be orewhelm'd with woe If not to wracke and finall overthro Wherein thou dost thy course so wisely guide That like a skilful Pilot thou dost sho By demonstration how this Sea t' abide And safely saile or else at Ancor ride Then ô how blessed is this blisful Ile VVhose God is Loue whose King is Vertues Host VVhose Grace and VVisdome with an holy guile Doth catch the Least and binds them to him most As to their Piller and vpholding Post VVho makes his Subiects great as good as great By his example without Checke or cost And to vnequalls equal Law doth meate With Loues right haÌ„d which stil doth hate defeate The Fire as be'ng the noblest Element Is plac'd by Natures hand aboue the rest That by it's actiue vertue prevalent It might repurifie the worst and best That be inferior or in lesse request So thou art iustly plac'd in Natures right Aboue the great'st that with thy vertue least Canst purge them from their greatest vices quight And make them shine through thy high vertues light Such Kings should be obaid and glory-cround Because their Vertues al mens else exceede For they that are in all abundance drownd Yet set no more in then may Nature feede And spare the rest for those that haue more need O! these are rightly Fames Superlatiues Gods vpon Earth that 's Kings like Gods in deede From whom the subiect vertue high derives VVhose liues are Lights to lead obscurer liues And Vertue in a King is more of price Then in a poore man though most vertuous For Kings haue more meanes to be drawn to Vice And may without controle be vicious But poore-men not for Want and Summumius If Sol would Venus vse what Starre comes not At becke wel-neere too neere to him to vse But if a naked poore Snake be so hott He may be coold but so be coold cannot VVhat glory gettes constrain'd Sobrietie If glorie gotten be by Vertue right Constrain'd b'imperious Necessitie Other then to be chast for want of might In
Purse or Parts or all the Bodie quight VVhere 's no Foe to oppunge what conquest iâ—t But where be many great Ones there to fight And with a Kingly courage them resist O such an one is a true Martialist How easie this is sedd who doth not see How Arte may picture Vertue all perceaue But to inspire hir with vitalitee This none but onely Gods haue powr to geue From whom alone shee doth her life receaue O deere Liege that I could as faine I would Make Vertue lively then by thy good leave Thou should'st not leave me wretch sith then I could Leaue all the World to serue thee as I should Then would I with a never vvearied Eye Help thee to watch from wolues thy Flocke to keepe Thy Flocke is great and Wolues may lurckiâ—g lye In each darke Corner to devoure thy Sheepe But blest were he that would could dive deepe Into th' Abissâ— of ev'ry darke device While thou gav'st Nature necessarie sleepe To feele their Snares to catch Lures t' intice So make them knowne that would thee preiudice Diue diue to Hell blacke Hels inhabitants Children of darkenesse that envie our light Albion's no place for such blacke Miscreants For God and Man there with not for you fight Then doe your selues ensconse in endlesse night There stand vpon your guard guarded with â—iends â— That guard grieue you both at once with spight There shall yee feele smart of Gods fingers ends Sith divine Iustice deeper nere descends Deere Loue sweet Lord goodnes-surmounting God How stands this Land oblig'd vnto thy loue This little-little-great Land or great-little Clod Thou more regard'st it seemes theÌ„ heav'n aboue For there thou plaguedst sinne as Angels proue Bâ—t though this Isle doth flote on seas of sinne Thou mou'd with loue froÌ„ it dost plagues remoue As if against the streame thou wouldst it winne To perfect goodnesse and to rest therein O bow our Harts of steele make them well bent That they may through thy hart shoot shâ—fâ—s of loue And wound the same with loue most violent But what neede that sith now the same we proue But yet sith thou such shooting dost approue And by thy lawes alone its lawfull game Let aâ—l the shafts of our indevors roue At thy harts whitest loue sith in the same Consists our game grace glory ioy and fame Gaine for all 's gain'd in thy all-giving loue Grace for Gods loue is mans extreamest grace Glorie for thou do'st glorifie thy loue Ioy sith they needs must ioy whom ioies embrace And â—ame for Fame ensues the loue of Grace All these winne we if we thy loue doe win Then should we draw our Soules out of sins Case And be'ng well bent shoote loue-shafts at the Piâ— Of thy deere loue which lies thine hart within Orecome vs Lord in kindnesse let thy grace Ever triumph ore our vngrac'ousnesse So wee le triumph in that gracious disgrace Giving all glorie to thy graciousnesse And loue and feare thy dread almightynesse Let not these Blessings greater make thy Curse Against our inbred base vngratefulnesse O let not thy grace make vs worse and worse But to be gracious let it vs enforce These super-supererogating Workes Proceeding from thy sup'rinducing loue Might make vs though farre worse then Iewes or Turkes To entertaine them as thou do'st approue And giue thy loue no cause ours to reprooue Since borne I was I saw but sinne abound And thy grace ore abounding which might moue A senslesse stone to sincke in Teares profound Flowing from highest loue in Teares ydrownd Thou deal'st not thus with the adiacent Lands Although perhaps they haue provokt thee lesse Captivitie hath oft bound them in Bands And the Destroiers Sword hath had egresse Through all the Members of them more and lesse Which did not cut but eate flesh greedy sword Nor shed but was made drunke with blouds excesse But to out land alone thou do'st afford Peace Plentie Freedome Health Wealth and thy Word Yet from him sitting on the kingly Throne Vnto the Slaue that at the Hand-mill grindesâ— Others by civill Sword haue beene orethrone And Masacres of Bodies and of Mindes Haue beene performed in all hellâ—sh kindes Vpon their Walles were Woes and Wellawaies Breath'd out with grones like hollow-voiced windes Their streetes with shrikes through soddaine stabs dismaiâ—s By Nights did eccho and did ring by Daies While stormes of rage did bloudy billowes raise The venerable Lore that Time and Artâ— Exchequer'd had in one Head rarely wrought Was let-out by a Dagger or a Dart As good for nothing but to bring to nought Vertue was held a Rebell and still sought But to be slaine and so by Death embrac'd Vice was secur'd by that which Vice had wrought By Vertues helpe by Vice now quite defac'dâ— So all but Vice then dide or were disgrac'd And heerewith keene-cheek'd Famine made away Through their best Citties bowels so to bring Their Bellies and their Backes to kisse and plaie So to beguile the smart of famishing Which in the hollowes of the Hart did sting Dogs Câ—ts Mice Rats stale Carion and Horse-dung Wherewith perchance they humane-flesh did minge These did they eate they were so hunger-stunge Nay dide for want of these through famine longe Thinke what it is to Sowe and not to Reape Or what to haue what others haue in hold That haue no hold yet all away doth sweepe And so by spoile of all liue vncontrold What t is to haue a Wife yet haue thy wife To haue no powre to doe as thy wife should But to avoide the Ravishers rude knife Cannot avoide the losse of more then life O could a Man behold at one aspect The many Hels attending Civill-warre He would suppose no doubt by the effect Hell had broke loose and tane Earth prisoner And vsd it worser then worst Hell by farre For if the God of Heav'n a Realme would damme Aboue the Earth he neede but let it iarre Within it selfe and then no Hellish flame Can so torment with anguish as the same Diffring in nothing but in Time and Place Saue that the Sunnes light makes the griefe the more For it giues light to see the hidious case Of all when all are almost drown'd in Gore That like a Deluge oreflowes Sea and Shore VVhich if it might be felt and not be seene Sâ—nse would suppose the same to be lesse sore For Sight the Senses Soveraigne would weene That that is still vnfelt that is vnseene And but that Woes are priviledg'd from iest I well might say and yet but iest in sho That this damnation Divels more detest Then the perdition in the Hell belo For there their vtmost miseries they kno And well they wot if they as these should iarre Their kingdome like these should to ruine goe So they much more then Hell feare civill-warre â— Because a kingdome it doth more then marre The Night that Nature hath ordain'd for rest Then yeâ—lds no rest yet
endlesse rest it giues No rest it yeelds but kils both Man and Beast Yet rest it giues by reaving of their liues So kniues bereaue their rest that rest by kniues Men go to bed as to their graue with breath Where Death vnwares of breath theÌ„ oft depriues So while they sleepe in life they sleepe in death True Image of the life in Hell beneath For if in that Hell be degrees of Woes As Truth it selfe affirmes with voice divine Then may these seeme to be the worst of those That lowest Hell doth in it selfe confine For weeping and Teeth-gnashing that Hels Signe Is seene each where where civill Swords doe rage VVhich do the best-backt states in sunder chine And with Hell-like confusion doe engage The brightest Empires to darke Vassallage As when the might'st Baiazeth is come Into the clawes of some rude Tamburlaine Hee 's vsd more basely then the basest Groome Till he be forc'd to beate out his owne Braine Against the cage of his hard Harts disdaine So when the civill Swords vncivilliz'd In mightist Empires there it runnes amaine Through all till all be with Contempt surpriz'd Or all doe end ere so will be dispisde Thus whiles Athalia hath her owne bloud suckt And Achaz in the fire his Flesh did frie Yea whiles Samaria on her Walles hath pluckt Her childrens Limbes in sunder savagely Devouring them with hunger greedily Our Milke and hoony-flowing Palestine Hath overflowne withall felicitie Whiles Envie sought but could not saue repine To hale vs from this Sea with Hooke and Line So wee alone orewhelm'd in Earthlie Blisse Still diue in Pleasures Streames to finde new Ioies Not knowing once what Sword or Famine is Nor the least thing that Nature ought annoyes Saue when we list to make them sporting Toies VVhat are we Lord or what our Fathers house That it by thee such vvelfare still enioies As it doth seeme thy vvhole care 's cast on vs And to vs only wert most gracious VVhat endlesse Peales of Praise are due to thee From those to whom as to vnworthy vs Thou leavest not an headlesse Anarchee As to the Caniballs prodigious A Government more then most monsterous Nor as to the Tartarian Herdes of Cham Nor Swarmes of Tubal-gog most ravenous But with thy powre divine them vp didst dam Farre off from Albion in the Land of Ham Our present happinesse shall more appeere And long may it bee present and to come Compared with the state wherein we were At our grand Ancestors first calling home To civill life that long did rudely rome Their common-weale if so it may bee call'd VVas like to Romes when Sylla rag'd in Rome VVith Rage and Wronge and lawlesse might enthrall'd And by each savage Furie ever galld The greate devour'd the meane the meane the lesse VVho could gripe hardest held all as he would VVho crost his will the law did then transgresse For which he dide or dying liue he should So strongest Theeues themselues did Princes hold All was worse then it seem'd yet seem'd all woe For t was a Nation which this Land did hold That liv'd by one anothers overthro Yet for they liu'd togither seem'd not so I could although my Muse were neere so dull Be endlesse in this infinite discourse But now Decorum hy the eare doth pull My forward Muse and staies her in her course Lest that a Booke her Preface wax perforce It is ynough my Booke doth ore abound VVith tedious lines if not with lines farre worse Yet in well-borne Prolixitie is found That which abortiue Breefenesse cannot bound And for a tast God graunt it may prooue tastie Of what the Muse can doe now thou art come That which ensues though shee were over-hastie Is her first speach since Musing made her dombe This Brat conceaved in her barraine Wombe Was made to moue by the all-movers aide And if both moue thee to like all or some I shall account my Muse the blessedst Maide That ever for an Husband so long staide Yet shee that next to God and thee hath right My service to command commandeth me To be hir Mouth to vtter what shee might vnto hir great'st Protector next to thee Ere that my short wing'd Muse doo further flee My deerest Country VVales commandeth this That in the depth of all humilitee I let hir Prince to know how ill shee is For want of him hir Loue hir Life hir blisse VVhat shall I say deere Liege I 'm at a stand That haue so much with little skill to say Heau'n Earth Men Beasts Fish Fowle yea Sea and Land Exults with vs insults on those that may And will not curst be those I cursing pray To curse Gods foes and youres is but to blesse Those that be his and yours and both obay David did so and Davies doth no lesse Amen saie all that loue true blessednesse Iohn Davies CAMBRIA To the high and mighty Henâ—y by the grace of God Prince of Wales GReat Grandame Wales from whom these Ancestors Descended from whom I poore I descend I owe so much to my Pregeniâ—ors And to thee for them that vntill mine end Thy name and fame I le honor and defend Sith Ioy doth pasâ—age to thy speech deny For that thy Prince â—hine honor doth commend Lest that thy silence might be tane awrie Mine Artlesse Pâ—n shall thy Tongues want supply Did Curtius more for Rome then I for thee That willingly to saue thee from annoy Of dire dislike for ingratuitee Do take vpon me to expresse thy ioy And so my Muse in boundlesse Seas destroie Yet lo deere Grandame how myne active Loue My little All doth more then all imploy For thee that thou by me thy Prince maist moue To louethee for the ioy he makes thee proue O then most gracious Sonne vnto that Sire VVhose grace doth glorifie both Sire Sonnâ— Of thy great grace I prostrate thee desire To cast thine Eye on mine intention Rather then on my Muses action The Burden's waighty which shee vndergoes And shee is VVeake and Dull in motion Then let thy lively Soule hir Soule inclose And giue hir youth and Spright that aged groes As when a yongling lieth by the syde Of some old Sire his age doth vertue draw From his deere youth that makes Age longer bide So mine invention old cold rude and raw Not able to disgest ought in hir maw May by the quicke hereditary heate Of thy yong Muse that yâ—iest thoughts can thaw In VVales my Countries name performe this feare And welcome thee to thy long empty Seatâ— But ô I feele but with the thought of thee My frozen thoughts to melt as with a Sunne Whose comfort Brutes Remayne doth long to see And through my Nerues I feele the warme bloud runne FroÌ„ hart to braines to heat invention Mount Muse vpon the winges of high desire Runn Numbers now my swistest thoughts outruÌ„ne That prostrate on my face while you aspire I may salute thie Prince VVales and his Sire
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
age maks most extreame So doth it cloth the bones with frolicke flesh For to the partes it makes the bloud to streame Which makes them grow doth thē ioy-refresh This mirth the hart must haue when head is fresh For wyny mirth proceedeth from excesse And all excesse doth but make nature nesh Vnable to endure times long processe How ere it may spend time in drunkennesse This correspondence then twixt flesh and sp'rite Should make our Mouth the House of Temperance For the Corpes qualities will answere right Her rule of Diet Then intemperance The Head and Hart doth odiously entrance The Hartes affects produce the Heades effects Which make the Soule and Bodies concordance Then sith the Bodie breeds the Soules affects The Soule should feede the same with right respects Respect of Health respect of name and fame Depending on our moderation Should be of force to make vs vse the same But when the Bodies depravation Toucheth the soule and bothes damnation All these respectes should being things so deere Inflame Desires immoderation Coldly to vse hott wines belly cheere For belly gods are but the Divells Deere Sith sicknesse then in bodie and in soule From tempers ill and ill affections flo VVitt ought VVills appetites to over-rule VVhen they to follow sense frō Reason go And bring them to the bent of wisdoms Bo For sith our soules by Knowledge things discerne From whence the will hath pow'r of willing too If Knowledge then be to them both a Sterne They should do nought but what of her they learne And so they doe but their Guide being blinde Of the right Eie no mervel though they runne Too much on the left hand from place assign'd Directed by Delight the senses sunne But Cloudes of sinne our Knowledge over-runne Which make her run awrie in rightest vvaies Whereby our silly soules are oft vndunne VVhen as shee weenes to winne immortall praise And crowne her Craft with everlasting Baies Who learnes a trade must haue a time to learne For without time an Habit is not gain'd So diverse skills the soule cannot discerne Vntill they be by exercize obtain'd For by it onely Habittes are attain'd VVhich Habitts stretch not onely to our Deedes But to our suffrings beeing wrong'd or pain'd For Customes force another Nature breedes And pyning soule with patience it feedes Vnto a soule impatient seldome crost Each Daie a yeare each yeare an Age doth seeme But a meeke soule with troubles often tost The time though long doth ordinarie deeme For Time and Troubles she doth light esteeme This well appeares in sicknesse though most ill At first we still doe worst of it misdeeme But staying long with vs we make our vvill Familiar with it so endure it still Afflictions water cooles the heate of sinne And brings soule-health But at the first like frost It soule benummes as it were starv'd therein And sense and Life and sp'rit thereby were lost The Crosse doth quell to Hell the seldome crost Hence is it Christ doth with his Crosse acquaint Those that be his whereof they glory'ng boast For that the Crosse wel borne creates the Saint As it to Fiendes transformeth them that faint Affliction Ladie of the happy life And Queene of mine though my life happlesse be Give my Soule endlesse peace in endlesse strife For thou hast powre to giue them both to me Because they both haue residence in thee Let me behold my best part in thine Eies That so I may mine imperfections see And seeing them I may my selfe despise For that self-selfe-love doth from selfe-liking rise Enfold me in thine Armes and with a kisse Of coldest comfort comfort thou my hart Breath to my Soule that mortified is Immortall pleasure in most mortall Smart Be ieloues of me play a Louers part Keepe Pleasure from my sense with sense of paine And mixe the same with pleasure by thine Arte That so I may with ioy the griefe sustaine Which ioye in griefe by thy deere loue I gaine When from our selves we are estranged quite Though it be strange we so estrang'd should be Thou mak'st vs know our selves at the first sight And bring'st vs to our selves our selues to see So that we throughly know our selues by thee But bright Voluptu'snesse doth blinde our Eyes That we can nothing see and lesse foresee But what within her gaudy Bozome lies Being a Mappe of glorious miseries Pleasure thou VVitch to this bewitching VVorld Eare-charming Siren sold to sweetest Synne Wherwith our Hartes as with Cords is ensnarl'd That breake the Cords we cannot being in How blest had we bin had'st thou never bin For hadst not thou bin Griefe had nere had beeing Sith at thine end all sorrow doth begin And it with thee hath too good-ill agreeing That 's leagu'd in ill and in good disagreeing Observaunce looke about with thy right Eye View this VVorlds Stage and they that play thereon And see if thou canst any one espie That plaies the wanton being wo-begon Or in VVealth wall'wing plaies not the VVanton See how deepe sighes pull in each panting syde Of the first sort in all their Action And how the second sort no where abide As standing on no ground through wanton pride The first with downe-cast lookes stil eie the Mould As waying whence they came where they must The second with high lookes the Cloudes behold To see how they for place and grace doe thrust Like these vngratious proude Oppressors iust Quiett and sadd the first doe still appeare The otherm madde with mirth for quarells lust Affliction thus to God doth Soules indeere When welfare makes them to the Devill deere Revile mee vvorld say I am Sincke of shame Nay worse then Ill it selfe if worse might be Thou dost not wrong me VVorld for so I am Although I am the worse dam'd VVorld for thee Spitt out thy fame-confounding spight at me Make me so vile that I my selfe may hate That so I may to my Reformer flee And be'ng reform'd I may still meditate On that pure Minde that mended my Minds state Then though Affliction be no welcome Ghest Vnto the world that loues nought but her weale Of me therefore shee shal be loved best Because to me shee doth the VVorld reveale Which worldly welfare would from me conceale It is a gaineful skill the VVorld to know As they can tel that with the VVorld doe deale It cost them much ere proofe the same doth show Which knowledge frō Afflictiō streight doth flow And though the entrance into Vertues way Be straite so strait that few doe enter in Yet being entred walke with ease we may For labour endes when vve doe but begin Sweat before Vertue lacky-like doth rin To ope the gate of Glory sempiterne That her triumphant coach might enter in So outward temp'ral toile ' gets blisse eterne Vpon the corpes of Vertue most interne Sith Custome then is of such liuely
insist But what I shall in this behalfe insert Through my no skill and lesse experiment Comes from a Muse that can but speake of part Much lesse hath skill to teach al government Or if shee had shee were too insolent So to presume sith Reason hath bin strain'd To highest reach for Rules of Regiment Sufficeth me to touch it as constrain'dâ— By that I handle els would haue refrain'd Nor wil I iustifie all rules for right That Policie approveth for direct God and Mans wisedome are repugnant quite Mans wisedome holdes for good a good effect Caused by ill which Gods doth stil reiect And to doe all that Policie doth will Must needes the soule with mortal Sores infect Heare what shee wils then iudge if well or ill And vse or els refuse it as yee will Whose powre if it with puissance be conioin'd Controules al powres saue hellish or divine It glues together states that VVarres vnioin'd And severs those that Concord did combine It makes or marres disposing Mine and Thine On Sov'raignes heads it makes Crownes close to sit That sooner shal their heads then Crownes decline It makes VVill law when VVit thinkes Law vnfit Yet wils that Law should lincke with VVill and wit It tels the Statesman sitting at the Sterne Embozom'd by his sov'raigne he must be Carefull the humor of his Lige to learne And so apply himselfe thereto that hee May neither crosse nor with it stil agree Like Sol that with nor gainst the Heaven goes But runnes ascue by whose obliquitie Each thing on Earth's conserv'd and gayly groes So Councellors their councels shoulde dispose And as the Moone reflects her borrowed light Vnto the Sunne that but lent her the same So statesmen should reflect how ere vnright Their wel-deservings and their brightest fame Vnto their Liege as though from him it came For Princes may put shame of their oresights Vpon their servants who must beare the blame Applying praises of those mens foresights Vnto themselues as if they were their rights Great Subiects must beware of subiects loue And Sov'raignes hate the first oft breeds the last Kings wil their Brethren hate if not reproue For being too wel belov'd who often tast The evil speede that growes from that loues hast Which makes great subiects in great policie That would of King and subiect be embrac'd To mix their vertues deeds with villany T' avoide the plague of Popularitie With submisse voice it tels the Soveraigne Severity makes weake Authoritie If that too oft the Subiects it sustaine And smal faults punisht with great cruelty Makes Feare and Hate desp'rate rebell'ouslie For death of Patients Emprickes lesse defame Then Executions oft doe Sov'raignty And all that haue delighted in the same Haue hate incurr'd and often death with shame For Policie can hardly wel prevent The purpose of true Hate made obstinate With ceaslesse plagues and extreame punishment For when the weakest hand is desperate It may confound a Caesar so a state Who death desires is Lord of others life He feares not hell that would be reprobate A calme Authoritie represseth strife When much severitie makes Rebels rifeâ— It 's better cure then cut of members ill If it may be and if that wil not serue Yet cut them off as t' were against thy will For Men hate not their members which they kerue Or cleane cut off the rest so to preserue For Cruelty sometimes is Clemencie Its mercy in the Prince peace to conserue To cut off Rebels with severity Lest they prevailing make an Anarchie And if in case a mighty Multitude Of mighty Men for Treason were to dy Policie would not haue the sword imbrude In bloud of them as t' were successiuely But all at once let them al headlesse ly For oft revenge with bloud to iterate The malice may suppresse of few too hy But stirres the harts of all to mortall hate Which may impeach the most secured state And therefore that which must be cut away Away with it at once quoth Policie And to the sores these plaisters ply straight way Doe some great good that argues Charity And pardon some to shew thy Clemencie To shedde the bloud of corrupt Maiestrates Doth not a little the paine qualifie The sacrifice of such hate expiates Thus bloud must heale what bloud exulcerates Intemp'rate Patients make Phisitions cruell And wayward Subiects make the Prince seveare Ceaselesse abuses of Ire is the fuell Can Sov'raignes beare when Subiects nought forbeare Such must be taught to loue through cause of feare For oft a ijrke from a kinde Masters hand AmoÌ„g much cockring makes our loue more deere When as we know it with our weale doth stand So short correction tends to long command Iudges corrupt and all Extortioners Like Spunges must be vsâ—d squiz'd being full And so must Iustice handle Vsurers They pull from Subiects Kings from theÌ„ must pull And wheÌ„ their fleece is grown sheare off the wooll These are the Canker-wormes of Common weales They mortifie and make the Members dull Then when the Head thereof these Cankers feeles He needes must clense them ere the Body heales For whosoever feares hate over much Knowes not as yet what Rules to Rule belong Let Subiects grutch without iust cause of grutch They will wheÌ„ they perceave the Prince they wroÌ„g To right the same continue Subiects long By Punishment and by Reward a State May be ore-aged beeing over yong In Mould of Love to melt the Commons hate Is to correct without respect of state From Piety and cleere-Eyde Providence Authoritie derives resistlesse force For Piety constraines Obedience Sith all beleeves the Heau'ns doe blesse her coorse And Providence subiection doth enforce For it foresees where Riott may runne out And with strong Barres which Barristers r'enforce Makes fast the Parke-pale there and round about That to goe through no one wil goe about It teacheth Princes wisely to beware How they exhaust their store for warre in peace To maintaine Reuellings and nothing spare That tends to Sensualities increase Although therfore their Flocks they often fleece It ill beseemes quoth Providence the Prince His owne and publike Treasures to decrease For private satisfaction of the sense Which sincks the State with waight of vain expeÌ„ce If there be factions for Sions cause So bee 't they breake not bounds of Charitie Instruction sooner then Correction drawes Such Discords to a perfect Vnity That yeelds a sweete Soule-pleasing harmony For when a Violls strings doe not concent We doe not rend them straight but leisurely VVith patience put in tune the Instrument So must it be in case of Government It s the least freedome Subiects can demaund To haue but liberty to hold their peace Who keepe their errors close from being scand Doe hurt none but themselves in warre or peace If Freedome true Obedience release It will containe it selfe in
loue him not for he did vs make But for his goodnesse onely and alone And loue al goodnesse for and in that One A father loues his sonne not in regard Of any gaine but for he is his owne Nor should a Sonne his Sire loue for reward But for he is his Sire in Nature dear'd For if we loue ought for the good we have From it we loue our selves more then the same Or loue it for our selves our selues to save From want of that which from it to vs came So such loue is selfe-loue which Love doth blame But we must loue the Lord of Love for love Nay though he hate vs we must love his name Sith to make man Loue onely did him move But to loue him againe for Mannes behove If then we weigh by vvhat degrees wee mount To him from vvhom our soules did first descend We finde that as through loue which doth surmouÌ„t They came from him so to him they ascende The selfe-same way as to their proper end For comming from him they must know him needs Aud knowing him they needes must to him tend But so they cannot but by loues good deedes For what is not of loue from sinne proceedes The order then of the degrees to loue Is first vvee at things corporall beginne For our birth to that Steppe vs streight doth moue Vnto our outward senses then wee rinne To Fancie next and so wee never linne Till through Reas'n Iudgement Contemplation VVe come to loue and so wee rest therein But to descend by the selfe same gradation And there to rest descendeth to damnation For to dismount from true loues loftie pitch Loue of the High'st so lowe as to selfe-loue Is Sow-like to lie mired in the ditch Of lowest Hell where we all Sorowes proue And cannot for our soules from thence remoue Without kinde heav'nly loues all-helping hand Which onely and alone hath powre to moue Our Mindes from Earth vnto the Livings Land And breake the linckes of selfe-loues mortall Band. Loue makes an Vnion of Diversitie If then wee loue God hee and wee are One One although diverse through true amitie VVee loue him and our selues for him alone So may we loue our selues as wee loue none Likenesse breedes loue which makes him loue vs so Who made vs to his Image and his Sonne Assum'd our shape which makes his loue the mo Then by like reason wee should loue him to The more his Image is renew'd in vs The more he loues vs and wee loue the more Then to deforme the same 's most odious And he detesteth vs alone therefore VVhich makes vs likewise loath him and his loâ—e All which proceedes from dissimilitude For God and Beliall are foes evermore Then sith wee are with his faire Forme indu'd Let it by vs bee euermore renew'd For Beauty is an vrgent cause of Loue If so wee should embrace the fairest Faire With loue that should be farre all loue aboue Yea die for loue that Loue might life repaire And glorifie the same as Beauties Heire See wee an hue that mortall beauty staines As doth the Sunne the Moone by his repaire This sov'raigne Beauty all the glorie gaines Sith but a sparke thereof the same sustaines Then Beauty blush to glorie in thy Blaze And much more blush to blaze thy glorie vaine With coulors fresh to make fraile eies to gaze And such as cannot iudge of coulors faine No coulor hast thou so thy selfe to staine The best is too too bad and bad 's the Best That without coulor doe their face ingraine In earnest such I thinke doe loue to Iest As Chaucer but my Muse will owe the rest But outward beauty loue procures because It argues th' inward beauty of the Minde For goodnes is th' effect Beauty the Cause And both togither commonly we finde For Nature both togither stil doth binde A good Complexions disposition Is for the most part vertuously inclinde But VVeomens beauty by permission Being often tempted breedes suspition For hardly is that kept that many craues And chastitie with beautie 's stil at strife For much more beautiful are Frailties slaues TheÌ„ for the most part they of vertuous life And aske a man that hath a beautious wife How much he fears the fowle fal of his faire Because that nothing in the world 's more rife Then at faire beauties byding mens repaire And where they hauÌ„t they do not stil repaire But this by accident is rather thus Then any waie to beauty naturall For it by Nature is most vertuous Sith Tempers good to Ill are seldome thrall For bodies meerely are Organicall Wheron the mind doth play al parts in one If then they be in tune most cordiall Their motioÌ„s must be needs sith there is none That moues theÌ„ but the minde or God alone But for that beauty stil alures the eie The â—ie the hart the hart the soule Sp'rite Of those that on the same do chance to pry Because it doth beheau'n them with delight This makes them instantly the same incite To yeeld to loue or lust and their desire Then being subiect thus to restlesse fight It oft enflames and is ensâ—am'd with fire That Flesh and Sprite makes but one flame intire How many may wee see distracted quight Or pyning liue or rather dy with paine Yea some to spill themselues with all despight For others beautie which they cannot gaine If beauty then so ore fraile sense doth raigne Sense being subiect to her sov'raigntie Doth sue and serue her favour to obtaine VVith most impetuous importunitie Till shee as subiect to her Subiect lie And never times except the times of old For whose corruption al the world was drown'd But these curst times of ours durst be so bold To make it common with estates renown'd To couâ—t bright beauty match'd as t' were vnbound Call yee it Courtshippe cal it what yee please Though it be in request it was not found In chaster times â—or oft it doth disease The head with swellings which nought can appease Mee thinkes I see as I haue often seene A well-made Male as male-content to stand In silke or silver clad right well-beseene VVringing a match'd faire Female by the hand VVhil'st in her eare he lets her vnderstand How much shee ought to loue him â—or his loue Meane while hard by stands Patience the Husband And lets Temptation his weake vessell proue VVhich in his sight her vnseene Spright doth moue It s prettie pastime so to passe the time It savoures of good breeding and good VVitt The Howres are made more pleasant by this Chime Who would not stil to here the same stil sitt Although a man transformed were by it O t is a iolly matter to give eare Nay to give leaue to Musicke in her fitt He is a Beast that wil not then forbeare Though he thereby be made a Beast to beare Foure kinds of
divine fury are obseru'd The first and first by right Propheticall Which by Apollo is rul'd and conserv'd The next by Bacchus called Misticall The third by Muses hight Poeticall The fourth and last by Venus governed Is call'd the Fury Amatoriall Which doe inferre that Love is borne and bredd Without the breach of Natures Maidenhedd What force it hath is better felt then showne For VVords cannot expresse the force of loue Call we it Love or Lust it is well known It hath the force of both the Heart to move Which these can testifie that it did prove Semiramis whose Vertue past compare This furious Passion her did so remoue From that shee was that lusting to reshare Hir Sonne her Sonne her Threed of Life did share The Macedonian Philipps peerelesse Sonne That over-ranne the VVorld with Sword and Fire This flaming fury yet did so ore runne That for his Thais that kindled his desire He burnt Persepolis sans cause of ire Yea did not onely that fowle fact command But with his Hands he lab'red as for hire To burne the buildings which as yet did stand Till he had laid al level with the Land A VVonder worthy of all wonderment That he that foil'd what ere his force withstood Should bee thus foil'd and made a President Of Lusts fell force which so enflam'd his Blood That made his Flesh Wild Fire in likelyhood A Man by woman a King by a Queane To be so overcome through Lustfull moode Being so effeminate and most obscene Argues in Loue and Lust there is no meane Strange are th' effects of Lust. For Men with Men Nay Man with Beast A Sinne not to be toucht So much as with the Tongue much lesse with Pen And least of all with that too oft bewitcht With loue of that which is by Nature grutcht Lust is so blinde that it cannot discerne A Man from Beast how ever beastly coucht But doth a Man-beast moue though Nature yerne The tricks of Beasts with lothsome Beasts to learne Graue Xenephon lov'd Clinias in this kinde So as hee crav'd of Ioue when Clinias di'de That if he might see him and still be blinde Or not see him and still be perfect Eyde He rather mought the want of sight abide To see him once then still to haue his sight And not see him See see how blinde a Guide Is lothsome Lust that leades men so vnright As for her pleasure so themselues to spight Semiramis an Horse ô brutish Lust Did lust to haue ô moÌ„strous Mare humane Pasiphaë long'd for a Bull to thrust Her from a woman to a Cow vncleane And Cyparissus made an Hynde the meane To coole his courage Aristomâ—chus A silly Bee would haue to be his Queane Lust whither wilt wilt be so monstrous To long for Bees that be but moates to vs Publius Pilatus fell in lusting loue With Hellens Image and Pigmalion For his owne Picture did like passion prove Damn'd Lust what pleasure provd'st thou in a stone That 's cold by kind as Snow on Libanon To tell the Mischiefes Spoiles Masacres By hate effected though through loue begun Were but to tell the number of the Starrs For Lust and Mischeife are ioynt passengers Troy might perhappes haue stoode vnto this Age Had Lust not laid it levell with the plaines And seas of Blood spent in that ten yeares Siege Might still haue kept the Chanells of the Vaynes But lewde Lust is so loose that shee restraines Her will in nought though it bringes all to nought Shee pleasure takes in pleasure causing paines For by her painfull pleasures such are wrought Yet on such pleasures shee doth fixe her thought Shee will not let the Thoughts so much as prie A minutes space on ought but what shee loues Shee Tirant captivates the Fantasy So that it cannot stirre till shee it moves Or if it doe shee forth-with it removes My Fancies Mistris saith some slaue to Lust Is my Thoughts Heau'n So swallowed with his Loues Are all his Thoughts and though as dry as Dust He lusts to please his loue with loue vniust For this al that pertaines must be in print VVeeds VVords Lookes Loks in print not one awry Whose Motions must be currant for the Mynt His glances must keepe iust time with her Eye And seeme to die se'ng her rich beauties dye Yet with a carefull carelessenesse he must Avoide the hate which too much loue doth buy And loue no more then may provoke to lust These are their loue tricks trickes of loue vniust One makes an Idoll of his Mistris Glove And offers thrice a day at least a Kisse Vnto each finger so to show his loue Another her Haire-Bracelett makes his blisse And Night and Day t' adore it wil not misse These Fancies fancie doe with kindnes cloy VVitt nere in loue taught Pupill so of his As saith the Book but doth his powres imploy With kindnesse coy to winne his witty Toy Whist Muse be mute wilt thou like Naso proue And interlace thy Lynes with levity Wilt thou add Precepts to the Arte of Loue And show thy vertue in such vanity So to polute thy purer Poesy No more no more ynough if not too much Is sedd already of this Mistery My Conscience at the same doth grieving grutch But let it goe this once with but this Touch. And how-soere Beauty may bee abus'd It promiseth more good then shapelesnesse If it proue otherwise it s thus excus'd The High'st to shew that good-guifts more or lesse Proceede from him and not from Natures largesse Le ts beauty fal and soile it selfe with sinne VVhich is more dam'd if beauty it doth blesse As Vertue is most faire that blest hath bin VVith beauty being resident therein But loue that Beautie breedeth is threefold According to three obiects of that loue All faire some good which thus we may vnfold The Pleasant and the Profitable mooue As doth the Honest true loue which vve proue The first concerneth things that please the Sense As beautie and at what the sense doth roue The second hath to welfare reference The third and last to Iustice and Prudence The first and second kinds of lust or loue Among the Perturbations may be put Sith they so many ill affections moue That make mans life to be in Sorrow shut VVhich like a Razor off the same doth cut But loue of honest things is vertuous And from mans praises takes away the But It shows the Minde is right magnanimous ' For that 's most great that is most gracious This loue is kindled by that heav'nly Flame That like fine Gold doth purifie the Sp'rite And like it selfe transmuted maks the same Good gratious holy wise iust clear bright Glory'ng in him that makes her glory right This is the loue of beauty most extreame VVherein celestial soules doe most delight Of loue that feedes the Sp'rite it is the creame Infus'd by Iustice Sonnes inlightning Beame This
of Kings Whose Crownes are ever subiect to her shot There like a Snake that hisses not shee stings And oft ere shee is seene Confusion bringes For not without iust cause doe Poets faine That shee as one of the infernall broode Doth poison sucke to vomit it againe And makes of Snakes her flesh-consuming foode Which makes her like a blind-worme without bloud Who often creepeth like this abiect VVorme Not wotting which way each way but the good And in Preferments way shee doth enorme All feete shee meets with which none can reforme Envie therefore the hart doth macerate Because the Tongue dares not the griefe disclose That makes that griefe still on the hart to grate Which the leane looke alone in silence shoes Yet eies shrinke in as loth to tell the woes And looke ascue as if in looking straight They might directly so discouer those All which makes woe to haue the greater waight The soule and bodie so to over-fraight One said beholding one with envie pin'd I know not by thy lookes which all doe loth If they fare well or thou ill for thy Minde Is vext alike alike thou look'st for both Which subtill speech included simple troth For envi's griev'd no lesse for others good Then for her proper ill and is as wroth For others praise as if hers were with-stood And for both sucks alike her Subiectes bloud Shee envies all to all except envie And that shee envies to if it exceede Like Argus shee nere sleepes but when her eie Is charm'd by Mercuries sweete sounding Reede For envie flattered is well agreed When all respect is had of her and hers And all neglected els her All to feede No more till shee neglected be shee stirres Then as before her selfe shee straight bestirres The sunne at highest shee resembles right Though base shee be and darke as nether Hell For as the sunne obscureth things most bright And makes the light of things obscure excell So envie seeks men famous most to quell And praiseth most men least deserving praise Such as their deerest fame to shame doe sell All such if any at all shee most doth raise And all men els doth most of all dispraise The more Men want of what they faine would bee The more their want with envie is supplide The lesse if prowde they are in their degree The lesse they can their betters farre abide And horse prowd Beggars they like Kings will ride Now as each Vice doth in it beare about An inbred plague so in this doth reside The plague of plagues to weare it selfe quite out With fretting gainst the rich or roiall Rowt The envious privie to their owne defects Doe witnesse to themselues their small esteeme For which the VVorld they see them still reiects Through which they inly burst with griefe extreme But dare not let the world them envious deeme For no Affect is lesse disclos'd then this Because it makes men lesse then worthlesse seeme Therefore the much more dolorous it is For griefes doe breake the heart if vent they misse What Common-weales and mighty Monarchies What glorious Kings and famous Generals Yea which is strange what heau'nly Hirarchies Whose wretched state and miserable fals By envie wrought remaine in Capitals Whence all may see how actiue and how fell This Furie is who rests in Funerals Or when on earth Men rest i◠such an Hell That to th' infernall may be Paralell FRom Envy springs ay-watchful Iealousie Ore-plus of Loue as iealous Lovers would Which worse then Hell hates al Rivalitie And cannot brooke that any other should Possesse that wee or ours would or doe hold Yet some restraine it onely vnto Loue For being as they say more manifold It Obtrectation hight which who doth prove Shal finde the Minde vnlike it selfe to moue For she can thinke of nought but that alone That makes her iealous and when shee 's restrain'd Of former freedome shee is not her owne But like a Body bound t' a Racke is pain'd And thinks of nought but paine be'ng so constrain'd This is the Linx in Loue that never sleepes And oft too oft by Lust is entertain'd Who through nine walles of Mudd or Mettle peeps And so like Argus Loves beloved keepes Now as the thinges belov'd are good or badd So iealousie is good or badd thereby If Men be iealous of their thoughts that gadd From the chiefe Good good is that iealousie And in a Prince t is no impiety When he suspects Ambition in his State Nor in the mari'd ist an Heresy If loving iealousie without debate Doe keepe each others Love from cause of hate Like may bee sedd of Parents Kinne and Frendes So longe as it aymes but at like respect An harmelesse iealousie from harme defends Those whom they governe and by kinde affect Such ieal'usie doth in God our good effect Which makes him watch vs where wee wake or sleepe VVho in his loue thereby doth vs protect From al those vnseene ills that on vs creepe And by the same his honor safe doth keepe But iealousie conceau'd through cause vniust Be it in VVeddlocke Freindshippe or where not Makes Loue a Languishment for false mistrust Is not by God but by his Foe begott Which Loue with Lust doth evermore besott Hence come the Quarrells twixt the mari'd Paires When they through iealousie are overshott This makes Affraies too oft of great Affaires And ruynes that which loyal Love repaires The fell disturber of Loves sweete repose Copesmate of Care tormenter of the Minde The Canker of faire Venus sweetest Rose The Racke that over-racks the over-kinde The over-watchful Eye of Loue stil blinde The Hart of Caution wherein ay are bredd The vital Sp'rites of Arte to State assign'd Soule of Regard alive when it seemes deade All this is Iealousie that holds the Heade The Caucasus whereto Loues Hart is bound The Vulture which the thoughts thereof devoures The Primum mobile which turneth round The Braine which to the rest vnrest procures A Sore which nought that 's good for ought recures That 's Mummy made of the meere Hart of Love A temp'rall Hell whose torment still eudures The Pennaunce of Mistrust which Lovers proue All this is Iealousie which I reprove And now to ende where we should haue begunne When we began to touch corrupt Affects With Pride because from her al Vice doth runne As from the Fountaine which the Soule infects Which may be thus describ'd by her effects A swelling of the Hart which doth proceede From Selfe-conceite that gainst the Soule reflects And showes more glorious then it is indeede Which makes vs thinke our gifts al mens exceede THis Prodigie this more then mounstrous Pride This Soules envenomn'd Botch This Sourse of Sinne Can nothing lesse thē hir owne selfe abide When shee doth see her selfe another in If shee her selfe doth hate what can shee wynne But hate of all
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
THough Saturne now with Iupiter doth sitt Where earst Minerua the Muse did raigne Ruling the Common-wealth of vvill and vvitt Plac'd in the kingdomes of thy hart and braine Those Planetts I adore whose influence Insuseth vvisedome Counsell gravity Minâ—â—ua the Muse ioyes my Soules sence Sith Soule-delighting lines they multiplie In both respects for that that was and is I tender thee the service of my Muse Which shal not marre thy fame though it may misse To give the same that which to it accrues Yet this Giâ—t through thy Gifts she gives to thee Times future Dyer die shal never see I. D. To the right worshipfull venerable Prelate Doctor Tompson Deane of VVindsor MY frend my father naie which is more deere My selfe should I ere thee belov'd forgett VVhose loue to mee to mee doth thee indeere Whose life my will for like on edge doth sett In the vvombe fashiond for a right Divine Pleasing to God to Angells and to Men In whose face vvitt and pietie doth shiâ—e To leade the blinde drawe perverse Bretheren An hart of flesh clos'd in a Brest of Brasse To feele Mens paines and paine endure to ease theÌ„ Charities Mirror or thick christal glasse Wher-through God SuÌ„ beams burne what doth disease theÌ„ Good to the good and badd to great and small And my good freind though I be worst of all I D. Memories tribute due to the most worthie and no lesse learned Gentleman Edward Herbert of Mountgomeroy Esquier CAN I forgett that 's aie myne Eyes before If so I could I may not thee forgett That vow'd my Memorie to thee of yore Then thou of me maist claime that as thy Debt There are in thee partes worth my memorie Although it could thy paâ—tes immortal make Who knowes â—hee wil my iudgement iustify If not he doth both thee and mâ—e mistake I cannot iudge of coulors with such Eyes As cannot be deceaved but I can Discerne the knowne foole from th' approved wise And without Spectacles a Beast froÌ„ Man If then sweete Sir shouldst thou but please the sense Sense must needs praise thy pleasing excellence He in whose Memoâ—ie you shall live till you saile to be what you are or it what it is I. D. To all the right noble Nobilitie of England IF I were not disabled through Defect For my Inventions Poise which witt vp-wound Lies now for want of streÌ„gth stock-still on ground No vertuous Peere I would by name neglect The VVheeles which did my Fancy working turne Are at a stand O then impute it not To want of VVill as if I had forgott In wilfull wise to name you in your turne But wheÌ„ my VVitts haue strength recovered To winde the Poise vp to Inventions height I le doo my best to give each one his right Though by your selves you are most honored Meane while with Favors Eye looke on my VVill Which may excuse my present want of skill I. D. To all the right Honorable Earles Lords of Scotland I Want no loue how ere my skill may faile In Honors Catalogue your names to putt Yet now am forc'd theÌ„ al vnseene to shutt In these straite Lines as in the Muses â—aile Where I le detaine theÌ„ not without your leaue Till I doe set them foorth with better grace Each one in his true Coulors forme and place And as I found them faire so them to leave When you awhile before my Muse have sate For Painters make theÌ„ sitt whose formes they paint Her skill shall faile but then shee will depaint According to the Life your life and State Pictures are vs'd life after death to sâ—o And youres my Pen must picture shal be so I. D. To the most faire most fortunate and no lesse famous Magdalen Colledge in Oxford And can I seeme much lesse then can I be Grateful if I should thee or thine forget Whose Head and Members bind me so to thee That thou maist giue or take me as thy debt Thy discreete head 's a Bond that bindes my head My hart my hand and vvhat besides is mine To him for thee to thee for him in Deede So being bound in Deede in deede am thine The Members of thy body not of stone Squar'd by the cunning of a mortall hand But living loving made by Loue alone Haue by their loue in ever-lasting Band So tide me to them that as they doe moue So moue I forc'd by force of mutuall loue Againe BLest be that Thought past time beyond al thought That first did moue that wise as holy hart To reare this Trophey where his vertues fought And coÌ„quer'd Rage with whoÌ„ those times took part A sacred Trophey left for Vertues vse Not onely as are others for meere fame But as a nere-dri'd Dugge vnto the Muse That times past time might suck sweets froÌ„ the same Sing sweetly blessed Babes that sucke the Brest Of this sweete Nectar-dropping Magdalen Their praise in holy Hymnes by whom yee Feast The God of Gods and VVaineslet best of Men Sing in an Vnion with the Angels Quires Sith Heav'ns your house coÌ„tenting your desires I. D. To the VVorld PErhaps in Iudgements eie it may appeare I lou'd Him living whom I honor dead Whose loue I think to all was no lesse deare Sith hee was such as all men honored All that is some or rather most of All If some did not the harme I wish to them Is that they may deserue loue generall Or els made free of new Ierusalem No creature bearing God-almighties forme But I desire to loue and wish him vvel If good desires farre worse Affects deforme It comes from that for which the fiâ—st MaÌ„fel But howsoere I am resolv'd herein To wish al grace in spight of flesh sinne I. D. To my beloved Mr. Iohn Davies of the Middle-Temple Councellor at the Law WHy should it not content me sith thy praise Pertaines to me to whoÌ„ thy name pertaines If thou by Art to heav'n thy fame canst raise Al 's but Iohn Davies that such glory gaines Admit it liues enrol'd in lasting lines In the Exchequer of the sacred Muse Thy name thy fame vnto my name coÌ„bines In future times nor Thou nor I can choose For if Iohn Davies such such times brought forth To wit these times in vvhich vve both doe liue Then must Iohn Davies share Iohn Davies worth For times to come can no distinction giue Then what neede I to beate my tired braines To make Iohn Davies liue to after Ages When thou hast don 't by thy praise-worthy paines For were I idle I haue thy VVorkes wages Or what if like an intellectual Sprite I able were Artes Spirits to purifie To ravish VVorlds to come with rare delight They would with my fame thy name glorifie Then may I play sith thou dost worke for me And sith thy works do so in beauty shine What neede I then for fame thus busie be Sith thine is mine and mine is likewise thine It is because my Minde
that 's aie in motion Hath to the Muses Measures most devotion Againe IOhn vnto Iohn Davies to Davies sends This little draught of new loues large Demise If wordes doe want to passe what it pretends Supplie that want the Grant neede no supplies To you and to your Heires the same doth runne Simplie in loue for aie to hold in fee A good estate you haue and your Sonnes Sonne A kinde acceptance shall your out-rent be You Coūcel can your selfe a fee then saue Mende you the draught loues Deede no fault should haue I. D. The Booke of it selfe I am that was not and I was that am I was vnmade that was in state confus'd I am for Arte hath form'd that formlesse Frame Yet form'd my nature was ere Arte was vs'd Mother-Tongue and VVi◠Observance goodwil Haue made me what I am or good or ill Not vnto vs ô Lord not vnto vs but to thy name giue the praise and glory Psal. 115.1 Againe to Envie and Detraction DEERE Envie and Detractiō deere to those That vnto Vertue are immortall foes Let me although I hate you yet entreate That I if good ynough may be your meate You cannot grace me more then gnaw me still For what you spare is too farre spent in ill Teare me in peeces with your grizlie fangs You Crowne my Soule with glory by such Pangs Hee is a Divell that to die detests In Hel-hounds mouthes to live in Angells Brests IOHN DAVIES FINIS In loue and affection of Master Iohn Davies mine approved good friend and admiration of his excellence in the Arte of VVriting THat heavenly Sparke from which th'immorall Soule Had her first being striveth to enroule Her wondrous Guifts in characters of Brasse That when dissolved from this earthie Masse Shee mounts aloft her never-dying Glorie May fill the Volumes of a learned Storie VVhich after-Ages reading may admire And inly burning with the like desire To rare Atcheiuements emulous of Fame Striving t'immortalize their dying Name May bend their Practise dedicate their Daies And so excited purchase datelesse Praise Our actiue Soule feeles never wearinesse But her true loue to Fame doth best expresse In hating Idlenesse whence comes this notion Her working Faculties are still in motion Ore some then others greater Soveraigntie This divine Essence of Humanitie Hath power to exercise For baser Swaines Abhor the check of her immortall Raignes Frō whence it is that Midas brood possesse The greater Share in earthly Happinesse VVhile those pure Mindes who most submissiue stand At the least wrentch of her almighty Hand Obscurely hidd in Corners at their Booke Are hardly grace 't so much as with a looke Of this iniurious World O wretched Age VVherein the sacred Artes to Vassalage Subiected are while muddy Mindes aspire VVhile greater Heroes daine but to admire And praise with bootlesse breath the polisht Lines VVherin Cōceipt hath traveld through the Mines Of rich Invention manie a wearie hower Spent with the Muses in a gloomie Bower To times swift feathers imping greater store VVhilst thus they plough the barrain fruictles Shore Earths brightest Angels these ô these be they VVhose Corps are fram'd of fire and not of clay VVhos 's either Part both mortall and divine So sweete a Symphonie doth intertwine That both accord to prosequute that Fame VVhich but for Vertue stellifies our Name Among which Number famous by Desart The Lawrel Crowne be his whose every Part To th'intellectiue Soule their Soveraigne Pay true Subiectiue Dutie and doe gaine By restlesse labour that perfection Which saue by him hath bin attain'd by none By him the Subiect of these worthles Rimes Whose Art lends luster to our English climes Davies discoverer of hidden Deepes True Microcosme whose peircing Spirit creeps Into the darkest Cavernes in-most Denne Where Wit inhabits mong the sons of Men And plucks out Knowledg by the goldē locks From where shee long had slept within the Rocks Of hard Obscurity whence every Eie May iudge it selfe ô wondrous Mysterie Whence we our selues our selues may truly know Which is indeede most hard how ere in show But endlesse were it and impossible Vnlesse my Muse to his were sutable Here to delate that Grace in Poesie VVhich his witt-fraughted workes can testifie Cast backe thine Eie reade and admiring see The Quintessence of humane Ingenie VVay well the rich Conceipt so shalt thou know That few if any could haue written so Descend we then from that internall Flame To Qualities externall whence the name Of Excellence hath purchast beene of manie But as of Davies never yet of anie In praising whom the best my Lines can say VVill for his VVorth be worthlesse every way Yet for I loue his Name admire his Skill Out of the heate and fervour of Good-will These colder Lines this frozen passage found Force't by the League wherin al Frendes are bound And reason t is those Men that merit Fame Aboue the rest should franckly haue the same And be it farr from every gentle Hart To deeme that Soothing or a glosing part VVhen one good Freind an other shal commend More then that Hatred when our speeches tend In whom we loue some fault to rectifie VVhich wrongs himselfe defames his Progenie Praise is the guerdon of a due Desart Making vs better act the praised Part. There never Man deserved Memorie For perfect Science in his Facultie If Dauies Name deserue to be forgott If when his mortall Part in earth shall rott The riches of his Soule mans greatest treasure Shal be made subiect to the greedie seasure Of darke Obliuion if such Perfection Shall frō the Graves rude hand haue no protection Maugre the Gripe of Time in spight of Fates And ought beside that Fame determinates His Name would liue to all Posteritie In the fayre lines of his Characterie Could any Hand the graver so commaund As can the penne his vvonder-writing Hand But for no Graver or stampt Letter can Or ought els framed by the Witt of Man Shew Times future true proose of such rare Skill By demonstration mine Artlesse Quill Striues to commende to lasting Memorie A glimps though darkely of that Qualitie For if mine aime Loue hath not much betraid This Booke must liue till Time his course hath staid So that to those not yet conceiv'd I send This poore effect which my loues cause hath pend Neglecting Art affecting to descrie Loue to my friend and to his Qualitie Whose Matchlesse Art in managing the Penne Time neuer equaliz'd and Times agen When his diurnal Howërglasse hath ranne The dated Minutes of a mortall Man Will hardly paralel for such true Skill May scarce be purchased by paine or Will Hee that as Davies would as fairely vvrite Must of necessitie haue Davies spright Who knows not that this wondrous Facultie Is not conceiu'd by coorse Capacitie But maketh there her only Habitation Where shee doth finde a strong Imagination For none habitually can her possesse That is not made of fire and liuelynesse Could neuer Hand so