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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70762	The illustrious wife: viz. that excellent poem, Sir Thomas Overburie's wife illustrated by Giles Oldisworth, nephew to the same Sir T.O.	Oldisworth, Giles, 1619-1678.; Overbury, Thomas, Sir, 1581-1613. Sir Thomas Overburie his wife. aut	1673 (1673)	Wing O608A; ESTC R214465	5,062	55

THE ILLVSTRIOVS WIFE Viz. That Excellent Poem Sir THOMAS OVERBVRIE'S WIFE ILLUSTRATED By GILES OLDISWORTH Nephew to the same Sir T. O. Prov. 31. 12. She will do him good and not evil all the daies of her life London Printed Anno Dom. 1673. Prov. 12. 4. A virtuous Woman is a Crown unto her Husband AS in one Day and Night all life we find As more of either is the same again So each Wife is a Brief of Woman-kind And doth in little full as much contain God form'd her so that to her Husband she Like Eve should all the world of Woman be So form'd he both that neither power he gave Vse of them-selves but by Exchange to make Whence in their cheekes the Fair no pleasure have But by reflex of what thence others take Our lips in their own Kiss no Sweetness find And both our Eyes are t'ward our own Face blind Thus God in Eve a perfect man begun Till now in vain much of him-self Man had In Adam God created only one Eve and the World to come in Eve he made We are two halfes While male from female straies Both barren are Joyn'd both their like can raise At first both Sexes were in Man combind Within his Body Man did She-man breed Adam was Eves Eve Mother of Mankind Eve from live-flesh Man did from Dust proceed One thus made two Marriage unites again Two Sexes make one flesh One flesh makes Twain Since Man ●●d but the well-being of this life From Woman took Since Being She from Him Since God at first created Eve a Wife Since her Sex did for Adams sake begin Marriage is Womens Crown their Being then Their now-Perfection they receive from Men. Marriage to all whose joyes two parties be Whose joyes are doubled being parted so Wherein the bed of love is Chastitie Whereby two Soules into one Body go Which makes two one while They two living be And after death one in their progenie God to each man a private Woman gave That in that Center his Desires might stint That he a Consort like Himself might have And that on Her his like he might imprint Double is womans use part of her end Doth to this Age part to the next extend We fill but part of Time and can not die Till we the world a fresh supply have lent Children are Bodies sole Eternitie Nature is Gods Art is Mans instrument Now all mans Art no living Thing can make But herein Men in Things of life partake For wandring Lust I know 't is infinite It still begins and adds not more to more The Guilt is everlasting the Delight This instant doth not feel of that before The Tast of it is onely in the Sense The Guilt is poison in the Conscience Woman is not lusts bounds but Woman-kind One is Loves number Who from that doth fall Hath lost his Hold and no now rest shall find Vice hath no Mean but not to be at all A Wife is that Enough which lust can't find For lust is still with want or too much pin'd Bate lust the Sin my share is even with His For not to lust and to enjoy is one And more or less past equal Nothing is I still have one He one at once alone And though the Woman be oft varied He Is still the same without varietie If in a single life we take no joy Marriage our Lust as 't were with fewell fire Will with a Medicine of the same allay And not forbid but rectifie Desire When high flames threaten chimnies lay on wood This makes the Fire and keepes the Fabrick good Nor doth my Marriage order lust alone A Second-selfe may help me every way And 'gainst my failings make me two for one My self I cannot chuse my Wife I may And in the choice of Her it much doth lie To mend My self in my posteritie O rather let me love then be in love So let me chuse as Wife and Friend to find Let me forget her Sex when I approve Beasts likeing dwells in Sense but Ours in Mind Our Soules no Sexes have their Love is clean And like Souls pure Wives in their Souls are Men. But Physick for our lust their Bodies be But matter fit to shew our love upon But merely shells for out Posteritie Their Souls were given lest men should be alone Without Words Bodies are no companie And but the Souls interpreters Words be What goodly Frame we see of Flesh and Blood Their Fashion is not Weight It is I say But their Lay-part but Well-digested food 'T is but 'twixt Dust and Dust Lifes middle-way Of no worth were the Lump of Flesh that 's seen Did it not entertain a Soul within All the Externall Beautie of my Wife Is but skin-deep but to two Senses known Short even of Pictures shorter liv'd then life Yet doth that Love survive which's built thereon For our Imagination is so high That Bodies mett can't true love satisfie All Shapes all Colours are alike in Night Nor doth our Touch distinguish Foul or Fair But our observing Mind and busie Sight These but one week By mutual converse are Both made alike which differed at first view Nor can long Absence first dis-likes renew Nor can those Features seated in her Face More then through self-deluding Fancies be Of us enjoy'd in an inferiour place Nor in enjoying can those Features she Her-self make Ours Love while it rangeth errs We doat on lookes which are not Ours but Hers. Birth less then Beautie shall my reason blind Her Birth comes to my Children not to Me Let me that active Gentrie virtue find Rather then passive Gentrie Ancestrie Alive in Her more worth one virtue is Then all the rest dead in her Pedegrees For high Degrees High rather be she plac'd In gifts of Nature then of Policie Gentrie is a good Relique of Times past Yet love doth only what is present see Things were first made then Words She is the same With or without this Title or that Name As for the odds of Sexes Portion Nor will I shun it nor mine Aim it make Bi●th Beautie Wealth are nothing worth alone All these I would for good Additions take Not for good Parts They two are ill combind Whom what they have not what they are hath joynd Instead of these the Object of my love Shall Virtue be When these with Virtue go They in themselves inifferent virtuous prove What 's good like fire turns all things to be 〈◊〉 Thine image in her Soul LORD let Me place My love upon not Adams in her Face Good is a fairer Attribute then White This the Minds beautie keepes the other sweet This is nor born nor mortall with the light Nor gloss nor painting can it counterfeit Nor doth it raise Desires which ever tend At once to their perfection and their End I by a Good a Holy Wife designe So God she cannot love and not love Me Mans law can onely Words and Deedes refine Gods law our inward Thoughts doth Sanctifie

Whence a Maid ravish'd more a Virgin is Then that Maid which hath onely wish'd amiss Lust onely by religion is with-stood Lust Object is with-out its Strength within Moralty resists but in cold blood Respect of Credit feareth Shame not Sin But no place dark enough for such Offence She findes that 's watch'd by her own Conscience Now may I trust her Body with her Mind Yea here-upon secure I nere shall rue The pangs of Jealousie yet Love doth find More pain to doubt then know she is Vn-true For Patience is the Cure of Evils-known But Doubt is still impatient Doubt hath none Be then that Thought once stirr'd 't will never die Nor will my greif more mild by custom prove Untill her new life my Fears satisfie Th' Anguish is more or less as is my Love This punishment to Jealousie is due That it may prove one False can't prove one True Suspicion may the Will of Lust restrain Goodness prevents from having such a will A Wife that 's Good doth Chast and more contain Chastitie is but Abstinence from ill And is though in a Wife that 's bad the best Of qualities in a Good Wife the least Prudence must keep us Chast not Jealousie Such lawfull things to be avoided are As may the cause of things unlawfull be Lust ere it hurts is best descri'd a far Lust is a sin of two He that is sure Of either person is of both secure Give me next Good an Vunderstanding Wife By Nature wise not learned by much Art Some Knowledg in her will to all my life More Scope of Conversation impart Besides 't will in-bred virtue fortifie They are most firmly good who best know why A passive Vnderstanding to conceive And judgment to discern I wish to find Beyond these all as hazardous I leave Learning and pregnant witt in Woman-kind What they find malleable that they make frail And do not add more Ballast but more Sail. Domestick Charge doth best that Sex befit Contiguous Business so to fix the Mind That leisure space for Fancies not admit Their leisure 't is corrupteth Woman-kind Else being plac'd from many Vices free They had to Heaven a speedier way then we Bookes are a part of Mans prerogative In formall Ink they Thoughts and Voices hold That we to them our best spare houres may give And make Time present travel that of old Our life Fame peiceth longer at the end And Bookes our life do farther backward send As Good and Knowing let her be Discreet This to the others Substance lustre brings Discretion doth consider what is meet Goodness but what is lawfull only Things Not Circumstances Without this even holy Mens learning and witt are curious folly To keep their Name since 't is in others hands Needs Discretion Their Credit is by farr More frail then Them On likelihoods it stands And hard to be disprove'd Lusts slanders are Their Carriage not their Chastitie alone Must keep their Name chaste from Suspicion Womens Behaviour is a surer Barr Then is their No This fairely doth denie Without denying Hereby fond men are Kept even from Hope In part too blam is she Which hath without consent bin onely tride He comes too neer that comes to be denied Now since a Woman we to marrie are A Soul and Body not a Soul alone When one is Good then be the other Fair Beautie is Health and Beautie both in one Be she so Fair that she most Wives contain So Fair that change can yeeld to Me no gain So Fair at least let me imagine Her That Thought to me is Truth Opinion Cannot in matter of Opinion err With no eyes shall I see her but mine own And as my heart conceiveth Her to be Such is she to my Sight my Touch and Me. The Face we may the Seat of Beautie call In it a Taste of the whole Bodie lies Nay even a Relish of the Mind with-all And of the Face the life moves in the Eyes So like each other these two Eyes we see That these two Eyes two but in number be Beautie in decent Shape and Colour lies Colours the matter are and Shape the Soul The Soul doth from no single part arise But keeps a just proportion in the whole Such is the pure spirituall harmonie Of every part united in the Eye Love is a kind of Superstition Fearing that Idoll which it self hath fram'd Lust is a Fire which rather from its own Temper then from its Object is enflam'd Beautie is loves object Wom●n lusts to gain Love love requires Lust only to obtain No circumstance doth Beautie beautifie Like gracefull Fashion native Comliness This even getts pardon for Deformitie Beget Art cannot but Art may redress When Nature had fix'd Beantie perfect made Something she left for Motion to adde But let that Motion more to Modestie Tend then t' Assurance Modestie doth set The Face in her just Form from Passions free 'T is both the Minds and Bodies Beautie met But Modestie no Virtue can Eye see This is the Faces onely Chastitie Where Goodness failes there Modestie withstands Hence 't is that Women though they weaker be And their Desires more strong yet in their hands The Chastitie of Men doth often lie Of all sins lusts would sins most common grow All these good parts a perfect Woman make Add Love to me they make a perfect Wife Without her love her Beautie I did take For that of Pictures dead Love gives it life Till now 〈◊〉 Beautie like the Sun did shine 〈…〉 it onely Alive And of this love let Reason Father be And Passion Mother Let it from the one It s Being take from th' other its Degree self-Self-love which second loves are built upon Will make me if not Her her love regard No man but favours his own worths reward As Good and Wise so be she Fit for me With me to will and Not to will the same My Wife is mine Adopted Self and She As Me so what I love to love must frame 〈◊〉 God to Men in Marriage Wom●● gi●es 〈◊〉 must submit to 〈◊〉 not 〈…〉 FINIS Sir Thomas Overburie his Epitaph written by Him-self THe Span of my daies measur'd here I rest That is my Body but my Soul its Guest Is hence ascended Whither neither Time Nor Faith nor Hope but onely Love can climbe Where being now enlightned she doth know The Truth of all men argue of below Onely this Dust doth here in pawn remain That when the World dissolves She 'l come again G. O. to the Reader THe Husband having well set down his Wife Joynes his own Epitaph next under-neath To wit Though Marriage be a double life That double life is plac'd next door to Death That is To such as neither Flesh controul Nor do to their LORDS CHRIST espouse their Soul But Graves them-selves are made a Marriage-bed To such as die to sin and JESUS wedd Pro 19. 14. 18. 22. A prudent Wife is from the LORD and whosoever findeth her obtaineth a favour from the LORD To him in all his Dispensations be glory forever and ever ascribed Amen Amen FINIS Imprimatur Ex. Aed Lambethani● Martii 16 1672. THO. TOMKYNS