Joy and Discretion Joy GIve me some Musick that my Spirits may Dance a free Galliard whilst Delight doth play Let every Voice sing out both loud and shrill And every Tongue too run what way it will For Feare is gone away with her Pale Face And Paine is banisht out from every place Discretion O Joy take Moderation by the hand Or 〈◊〉 you 'l fall so drunk you cannot stand Your Tongue doth run so fast no time can keep High as a Mountaine many words you heap Your Thoughts in multitudes the Braine do throng That Reason is cast downe and trod upon Joy O wise Discretion do not angry grow Great dangers feares 〈◊〉 you do not know But Feare being past they suddenly are slackt Feare being a string bindes hard when once t is crackt Spirits find Liberty 〈◊〉 run about Hard being 〈◊〉 they suddenly burst out And to recover what they had before When once 〈◊〉 their liberty is more Like Water which was pen't then passage findes Goeth in a Fury like the Northerne windes What gathers on a heap so strong doth grow That when they 're loose far swifter do they go But deare Discretion with me do not scold Whilst you do feele great Feares your Tongue pray hold For Joy cannot containe it selfe in rest It never leaves till some way is exprest A Dialogue betwixt VVit and Beauty Wit MIxt Rose and Lilly why are you so proud Since Faire is not in all Minds best allow'd Some like the Black the Browne as well as White In all Complexions some Eyes take delight Nor doth one Beauty in the World still reigne For Beauty is created in the Braine But say there were a Body perfect made Complexion pure by Natures pensill laid A Countenance where all sweet Spirits meet A Haire that 's thick or long curl'd to the Feet Yet were it like a Statue made of stone The Eye would weary grow to look thereon Had it not Wit the Mind still to delight It soon wonld weary be as well as Sight For Wit is fresh and new doth sport and play And runs about the Humour every way Withall the Passions Wit can well agree Wit tempers them and makes them pleas'd to bee Wit 's ingenious doth new Inventions find To ease the Body recreate the Mind Beauty When I appeare I strike the Optick Nerve I wound the Heart I make the Passions serve Soules are my Prisoners yet love me so well My Company is Heaven my absence Hell Each Knee doth bow to me as to a Shrine And all the World accounts me as Divine Wit Beauty you cannot long Devotion keep The Mind growes weary Senses fall a sleep As those which in the House of God do go Are very zealous in a Prayer or two But if they kneele an houre-long to pray Their Zeale growes cold nor know they what they say So Admirations last not very long After nine daies the greatest wonder 's gone The Mind as Senses all delights in Change They nothing love but what is new and strange But subtle Wit can both please long and well For to the Eare a new Tale Wit can tell And for the Tast meat dresses severall waies To please the Eye new Formes and Fashions raise And for the Touch Wit spins both Silk and Wooll Invents new waies to keep Touch warm and coole For Sent Wit mixtures and Compounds doth make That still the Nose a fresh new smell may take I by discourse can represent the Mind With severall Objects though the Eyes be blind I can create Ideas in the Braine Which to the Mind seem reall though but fain'd The Mind like to a Shop of Toies I fill With fine Concerts all sorts of Humours sell. I can the work of Nature imitate And change my selfe into each severall Shape I conquer all am Master of the Feild I make faire Beauty in Loves Wars to yeild A Dialogue between Love and Hate BOth Love and Hate fell in a great dispute And hard it was each other to confute Which did most Good or Evill most did shun Then Hate with frowning Browes this Speech begun Hate I flye said shee from wicked and base Acts And teare the Bonds unjust or ill Contracts I do abhor all Murther VVar and strife Inhumane Actions and disorder'd life Ungratefull and unthankfull Mindes that shun All those from whom they have receiv'd a Boon From Discords harsh and rude my Eares I stop And what is Bad I from the Good do lop I Perjur'd Lovers brand with foule disgrace And from ill Objects do I hide my Face Things that are Bad I hate or what seemes so But Love is contrary to this I know Love loves Ambition the Mind 's hot Fire And Worlds would ruine for to rise up higher You love to please your Appetite and your Will To glut your Gusto you delight in still You love to Flatter and be flattered too And for your Lust poore Virgins would undo You love the ruine of your Foes to see And of your Friends if they but Prosperous bee You nothing love besides your selfe though ill And with vaine-glorious wind your Braine do fill You love no waies but where your Bias tends And love the Gods onely for your owne Ends. Love But Love in words as sweet as Nature is Said Hate was false and alwaies did amisse For she did Canker-fret the Soule destroy Disturbe the pleasure wherein Life takes joy The VVorld disorder which in Peace would keep Torment the Head the Heart revenge to seek And never rests till she descends to Hell And therefore ever amongst Devils dwell For I said Love unite aud Concords make All Musick was invented for my sake I Men by Lawes in Common-wealthes do joyne Against a common Foe as one combine I am a Guard to watch defend and keep The Sick the Lame the Helplesse Aged weak I for Honours sake high Courage raise And bring to Beautie Shrine Offerings of praise I Pity and Compassion the VVorld throughout Do carry and distribute all about I to the Gods do reverence bow and pray And in their Heavenly Mansions beare great sway Thus Love and Hate in somethings equall bee Yet in Disputes will alwaies disagree A Dialogue betwixt Learning and Ignorance Learning THou Busie Forrester that searchest bout The VVor'd to find the Heart of Learning out Or Perseus like foule Monsters thou dost kill Rude Ignorance which alwaies doeth ill Ignorance O thou Proud Learning that standst on Tip-toes high Can never reach to know the Deity Nor where the Cause of any one thing lies But fill man full of Care and Miseries Learning inflames the Thoughts to take great paines Doth nought but make an Almes-tub of the Braines Learning Learning doth seek about new things to find In that Pursuit doth recreate the Mind It is a Perspective Nature to espie Can all her Curiosity descry Ignorance Learning 's an uselesse paine unlesse it have Some waies or meanes to keep us from the Grave For what is all the World if understood
Beast and be forgotten but that his Works may beget another Soule though of shorter life which is Fame and Fame is like a Soule an Incorporeall Thing DIALOGUES Of Fame A Dialogue between two Supernaturall Opinions 1. Op. WHO knows but that Mans Soule in Fame delights After the Body and It disunites If we allow the Soule shall live not dye Although the Body in the Grave doth lie And that some knowledge still It doth retaine Why may not then some love of Fame remaine 2. Op. There doth no Vanity in Soules then dwell When separate they goe to Heaven or Hell 1. Op. Fame's Vertues Child or ought to be What comes not from her is an Insamy 2. Op. Soules of the World remember nought at all All that is past into Oblivion fall 1. Op. Why may not Soules as well as Angels know And heare and see what 's done i' th' World below 2. Op. Soules neither have Ambition nor desire When once in Heaven nor after Fame inquire 1. Op. Who can tell that since Heaven loves good Deeds And Fame of Piety from Grace proceeds Of Fame A Dialogue between two Naturall Opinions 1. Op. TO desire Fame it is a Noble thought Which Nature in the best of Minds hath wrought 2. Op. Alas when Men do dye all Motion 's gone If no Motion no thought of Fame hath one 1. Op. What if the Motion of the Body dye The Motion of the Mind may live on high And in the Aiery Elements may lye Although we know it not about may flye And thus by Nature may the Mind delight To heare its Fame and see its Pyramid Or grieve and mourne when it doth see and know Her Acts and Fame do to Oblivion go A simple naturall Opinion of the Mind NAture a Talent gives to every one As Heaven gives grace to work Salvation from The Talent Nature gives a Noble Mind Where Actions good are minted currant Coyne Where every Virtue stamps their Image so That all the World each severall Peice may know If Men be lazy let this Talent lye Seek no occasion to improve it by Who knowes but Natures punishment may be To make the Mind to grieve eternally That when his Spirit 's fled and Body rot To know himselfe of Friend's and World 's forgot If men have used their best Industry Yet cannot get a Fame to live thereby Then may the Minds of Men rest satisfied That they had left no Meanes or waies untri'd The Purchase of Poets or a Dialogue betwixt the Poets and Fame and Homers Marriage A Company of Poets strove to buy Parnassus Hill where Fame thereon doth lye And Helicon a Well that runs below Which those that drink thereof strait Poets grow But Money they had none for Poets all are poore And Fancy which is Wit is all their store Thinking which way this Purchase they should get They did agree in Councell all to sit Knowing that Fame was Honour to the Well And that She alwaies on the Hill did dwell They did conclude to tell her their desire And for to know what price she did require Then up the Hill they got the Journey long Some nimbler feet had and their breath more strong Which made them get before by going fast But all did meet upon the Hill at last And when 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 them all what they could say She askt them where their Money was to pay They told her Money they had none to give But they had Wit by which they All did live And though they knew sometimes She Bribes would take Yet Wit in Honours Court doth greatnesse make Said shee this Hill I 'le neither sell nor give But they that have 〈◊〉 Wit shall with Mee live Then go you downe and get what Friends you can That will be bound or plead for every man 〈◊〉 every Poet was twixt hope and Doubt And Envy strong to put each other out Homer the first of Poets did begin Brought Greece and Troy for to be bound for him Virgill brought Aeneas hee all Rome For Horace all the Country-men came soon Juvenall Catullus all Satyrs joyn'd And in sirme Bonds they all themselves did bind And for Tibullus Venus and her Sonne Would needs be bound cause wanton verse he sung Pythagoras his Transmigration brings Ovid who seales the Bond with severall things Lucan brought Pompey Senate all in armes And Casars Army with their hot Alarmes Mustring them all in the Emathian Feilds To Fames Bond to set their bands and Seales Poets which Epitaphei on the Dead had made Their Ghosts did rise faire Fame for to perswade To take their Bonds that they might live though dead To after Ages when their Names were read The Muses nine came all at Barre to plead Which partiall were according as th' were fee'd At last all Poets were cast out but three Where Fame disputed long which should her Husband bee Pythagoras for Ovid first did speake And said his numbers smooth and words were sweet Variety said he doth Ladies please They change as oft as he makes Beasts Birds Trees As many severall Shapes and Formes they take Some Goddesses and some do Devils make Then let faire Fame sweet Ovids Lady be Since Change doth please that Sex none 's fit but he Then spoke Aeneas on brave Virgils side Declar'd he was the glory and the pride Of all the Romanes who from him did spring And in his Verse his praises high did sing Then let him speed even for faire Venus sake And for your Husband no other may you take Wise Ulisses in an Orators Stile Began his Speech whose Tongue was smooth as Oyle Bowing his head downe low to Fame did speake I come to plead although my Wit is weake But since my Cause is just and Truth my Guide The way is plaine I shall not 〈◊〉 aside Homers losty Verse doth reach the Heavens high And brings the Gods downe from the Aiery Skie And makes them side in Factions for Man-kind As now for Troy then Greece as pleas'd his mind So walkes he downe into 〈◊〉 deep And wakes the Furies out of their dead sleep With Fancy's Candles seeks above all Hell Where every Place and Corner he knowes well Opening the Gates where sleepy Dreames do lye Walking into the Elysium fields hard by There tells you how Lovers their time imploy And that pure Soules in one another joy As Painters shadowes make mixing Colours So Soules do mixe of Platonick Lovers Shewes how Heroick Spirits there do play At the Olympick Games to passe the time away As Wrestling Running Leaping Swimming Ride And many other Exercises beside What Poet before him did ever tell The Names of all the Gods and Devils in Hell Their Mansions and their Pleasures He describes Their Powers and Authorities divides Their Chronologies which were before all time And their Adulteries he puts in Rhime Besides great Fame thy Court he hath fill'd full Of Brave Reports 〈◊〉 which else an Empty Skull It would appeare and not like Heavens
Throne Nor like the Firmament with Stars thick strowne Makes Hell appeare with a Majestick Face Because there are so many in that Place Fame never could so great a Queen have bin If Wits Invention had not brought Arts in Your Court by Poets fire is made light Quencht out you dwell as in perpetuall Night It heats the Spirits of Men inflames their blood And makes them seek for Actions great and good Then be you just since you the ballance hold Let not the Leaden weights weigh downe the Gold It were Injustice Fame for you to make A Servant low his Masters place to take Or 〈◊〉 that pick the Purse you should preferre Before the Owner since condemn'd they were His are not Servants Lines but what He leaves Theeves steale and with the same the World deceives If so great Fame the World will never care To worship you unlesse you right preferre Then let the best of Poets find such grace In your faire Eyes to choose him first in place Let all the rest come offer at thy Shrine And shew thy selfe a Goddesse that 's divine I at your word will Homer take said Fame And if he proves not good be you to blame Vlisses bowed and Homer kis'd her hands Then were they joyn'd in Matrimoniall Bands And Mercury from all the Gods was sent To give her joy and wish her much content And all the Poets were invited round All that were knowne or in the World were found Then did they dance with measure and in time Each in their turne took out the Muses nine In Numbers smooth their Feet did run Whilst Musick plaid and Songs were sung The Bride and Bridegroome went to bed There Homer got Fames Maiden-head A Dialogue betwixt Man and Nature Man T Is strang How we do change First to live and then to dye Is a great misery To give us sense great paines to feele To make our lives to be Deaths wheele To give us Sense and Reason too Yet know not what we 're made to do Whether to Atomes turne or Heaven up flye Or into new Formes change and never dye Or else to Matter Prime to fall againe From thence to take new Formes and so remaine Nature gives no such Knowledge to Man-kind But strong Desires to torment the Mind And Senses which like Hounds do run about Yet never can the perfect Truth find out O Nature Nature cruell to Man-kind Gives Knowledge none but Misery to find Nature Why doth Man-kind complaine and make such Moane May not I work my will with what 's my owne But Men among themselves contract and make A Bargaine for my Tree that Tree will take Most cruelly do chop in peeces small And formes it as he please then builds withall Although that Tree by me was made to stand Just as it growes not to be cut by Man Man O Nature Trees are dull and have no Sense And therefore feel not paine nor take offence But Beasts have life and Sense and Passion strong Yet cruell man doth kill and doth them wrong To take that life I gave before the time I did ordaine the injury is mine What Ill man doth Nature did make him do For he by Nature is prompt thereunto For it was in great Natures power and Will To make him as she pleas'd either good or ill Though Beast hath Sense feels paine yet whilst they live They Reason want for to dispute or grieve Beast hath no paine but what in Sense doth lye Nor troubled Thoughts to think how they shall dye Reason doth stretch Mans mind upon the Rack With Hopes with Joyes pull'd up with Feare pull'd back Desire whips him forward makes him run Despaire dothwound and pulls him back agen For Nature thou mad'st Man betwixt Extreames Wants perfect Knowledge yet thereof he dreames For had he bin like to a Stock or Stone Or like a Beast to live with Sense alone Then might he eate or drink or lye stone-still Nere troubled be either for Heaven or Hell Man knowledge hath enough for to inquire Ambition great enough for to aspire And Knowledge hath that yet he knowes not all And that himselfe he knoweth least of all Which makes him wonder and thinks there is mixt Two severall Qualities in Nature fixt The one like Love the other like to Hate By striving both hinders Predestinate And then sometimes Man thinks as one they be Which makes Contrariety so well agree That though the World were made by Love and hate Yet all is rul'd and governed by Fate These are Mans feares mans hopes run smooth and high Which thinks his Mind is some great Deity For though the body is of low degree In Sense like Beasts their Soules like Gods shall be Saies Nature why doth Man complaine and crye If he beleives his Soule shall never dye A Dialogue betwixt the Body and the Mind Body WHat Bodies else but Mans did Nature make To joyne with such a Mind no rest can take That Ebbs and slowes with full and falling Tide As Minds dejected fall or swell with Pride In Waves of Passion roule to Billowes high Alwaies in Motion never quiet lye Where Thoughts like Fishes swim the Mind about Where the great Thoughts the smaller Thoughts cate out My Body the Barque rowes in Minds Occan wide Whose Waves of Passions beat on every side When that dark Cloud of Ignorance hangs low And Winds of vaine Opinions strong do blow Then Showers of doubts into the Mind raine downe In deepe vast Studies my Barque of flesh is drown'd Mind Why doth the Body thus complaine when I Do helpe it forth of every Misery For in the World your Barque is bound to swim Nature hath rigg'd it out to trafficke in Against hard Rocks you breake in 〈◊〉 small If my Invention helpe you not in all The Load-stone of Attraction I find out The Card of Observation guides about The Needle of Discretion points the way Which makes your Barque get safe into each Bay Body If I ' seape drowning in the Watry Maine Yet in great mighty Battels I am slaine By your Ambition I am forc'd to fight When many 〈◊〉 upon my Body light For you care not so you a Fame may have To live if I be buried in a Grave Mind If Bodies fight and Kingdomes win then you Take all the pleasure that belongs thereto You have a Crowne your Head for to adorne Upon your Body Jewels are hung on All things are sought to please your Senses Five No Drugge unpractis'd to keepe you alive And I to set you up in high Degree Invent all Engines us'd in Warre to be T is I that make you in great triumph sit Above all other Creatures high to get By the Industrious Arts which I do find You other Creatures in Subjection bind You cate their Flesh and after with their Skinne When Winter comes you lap your Bodies in And so of every thing that Nature makes By my direction you great pleasure takes Body What though my