Double I came why should I single leave thee Why of my better part dost thou bereave me Two prest thee first why should but one depart Restore thou trait'rous bed restore that better part 48 Thus while one grief anothers place inherits And one yet hardly spent a new complained Griefs leaden vapour dulls the heavy spirits And sleep too long from so wisht seat restrained Now of her eyes un'wares possession gained And that she might him better welcome give Her lord he new presents and makes him fresh to live 49 She thinks he lives and with her goes along And oft she kiss'd his cheek and oft embraced And sweetly askt him where he staid so long While he again her in his arms enlaced Till strong delight her dream and joy defaced But then she willing sleeps sleep glad receives her And she as glad of sleep that with such shapes deceives her 50 Sleep widow'd eyes and cease so fierce lamenting Sleep grieved heart and now a little rest thee Sleep sighing words stop all your discontenting Sleep beaten breast no blows shall now molest thee Sleep happy lips in mutuall kisses nest ye Sleep weary Muse and do not now disease her Fancie do thou with dreams and his sweet presence please her FINIS ¶ To my deare friend the SPENCER of this age Deare friend NO more a Stranger now I lately past Thy curious Building call'd but then my haste Deny'd me a full draught I did but taste Thy Wine was rich and pleasing did appeare No common grape My haste could not forbeare A second sippe I hung a Garland there Past on my way I lasht through thick and thinne Dispatch'd my businesse and return'd agen I call'd the second time unhors'd went in View'd every Room each Room was beautifi'd With new Invention carv'd on every side To please the common and the curious ey'd View'd every Office every Office lay Like a rich Magazen did bewray ' Thy Treasure op'ned with thy golden key View'd every Orchyard every Orchyard did Appeare a Paradise whose fruits were hid Perchance with shadowing Leaves but none forbid View'd every Plot spent some delightfull houres In every Garden full of new-born flowers Delicious banks and delectable bowers Thus having stepp'd and travell'd every staire Within and tasted every fruit that 's rare Without I made thy house my thorough-fare Then give me leave rare Fletcher as before I left a Garland at thy Gates once more To hang this Ivie at thy Postern-doore FRANCIS QUARLES FINIS * American * Sannazar * Bartas * Spencer * Delos * More mortuum * A book called Christs Victorie and Triumph a The foundation of the body is the bones Bones are a similar part of the body most dry or cold made by the vertue generative through heat of the thicker portion of seed which is most earthy and Fat for the establishment and figure of the whole b A cartilage or gridle is of a middle nature betwixt bones and ligaments or sinews made of the Lime matter and in the same manner as bones for variety and safetie in motion c Some of these even as bones sustain and uphold some parts d Both these are knit with ligaments A ligament or sinew is of nature between grisles and nerves framed of a rough and clammy portion of the seed for knitting holding the bones together fitting them for motion e Upon the bones as the foundation is built the flesh Flesh is a similar part of the body soft ruddy made of bload indifferently dried covered with the common membrane or skinne f The whole body is as it were watered with great plenty of rivers veins arteries and nerves g A vein is a vessell long round hollow rising from the liver appointed to contein conduct and distribute the bloud It hath but one tunicle and that thinne the colour of this bloud is purple h An arterie is a vessel long round hollow formed for conveyance of that more spritely bloud which is elaborate in the heart This bloud is frothy yellowish full of spirits therefore compast with a double tunicle that it might not exhale or sweat out by reason of the thinnesse i A nerve is a spermaticall part rising from the brain and the pith of the back-bone the outside skinne the inside full of pith carrying the animall spirits for sense and motion and therefore doubly skinned as the brain none of them single but runne in couples k The veins convey nourishment from the liver the arteries life and heat from the heart the nerves sense and motion from the brain The will commands the nerve brings and the part executes the mandate all almost in an instant l The whole body may be parted into three regions the lowest or belly the middle or breast the highest or head In the lowest the liver is sovereigne whose regiment is the widest but meanest In the middle the heart reignes most necessarie The brain obtains the highest place and is as the least in compasse so the greatest in dignitie m The parts of the lower region are either the contained or containing the containing either common or proper the common are the skinne the fleshie pannicle and the far the proper are the muscles of the belly-peece or the inner rimme of the belly n The skinne is a membrane of all the rest the most large and thick formed of the mixture of seed and bloud the covering and ornament of parts that are under it the temper moderate the proper organ of outward touching say Physicians o The native colour of the skinne is white but as Hippocrates changed into the same colour which is brought by the humour predominant Where melancholie abounds it is swarthy where flegme it is white and pale where choler reignes it is red and firy but in sanguine of a rosie colour p The skinne is covered with the cuticle or flourishing of the skinne it is the mean of touching without which we feel but with pain It polisheth the skinne which many times is changed and as it is with snakes put off and a new and more amiable brought in q The fat cometh from the airy portion of the bloud which when it flows to the membranes by their weak heat which Physicians account call cold grows thick and close r The fat increaseth inward heat by keeping it from outward parts and defends the parts subject to it from bruises s The fleshie panniele is a membrane very thick sinewy woven in with little veins t The proper parts infolding this lower region are two the first the muscles of the belly-peece which are eight foure side-long two right and two crosse u Peritonaeum which we call the rimme of the belly is a thinne membrane taking his name from compassing the bowels round but longer every where double yet so thinne that it may seem but single It hath many holes that the veins arteries and other needfull vessels might have passage both in out * The
gold in deepest centre dwells So sweetest violets trail on lowly ground So richest pearls ly clos'd in vilest shells So lowest dales we let at highest rates So creeping strawberries yeeld daintiest cates The Highest highly loves the low the loftie hates 17 Upon his shield was drawn that Shepherd lad Who with a sling threw down faint Israels fears And in his hand his spoils and trophies glad The Monsters sword and head he bravely bears Plain in his lovely face you might behold A blushing meeknesse met with courage bold Little not little worth was fairly wrote in gold 18 With him his kinsman both in birth and name Obedience taught by many bitter showers In humble bonds his passions proud to tame And low submit unto the higher powers But yet no servile yoke his forehead brands For ti'd in such an holy service bands In this obedience rules and serving thus commands 19 By them went Fido Marshal of the field Weak was his mother when she gave him day And he at first a sick and weakly childe As e're with tears welcom'd the sunnie ray Yet when more yeares afford more growth might A champion stout he was and puissant Knight As ever came in field or shone in armour bright 20 So may we see a little lionet When newly whelpt a weak and tender thing Despis'd by every beast but waxen great When fuller times full strength and courage bring The beasts all crouching low their King adore And dare not see what they contemn'd before The trembling forrest quakes at his affrighting roar 21 Mountains he flings in seas with mighty hand Stops and turns back the Sunnes impetuous course Nature breaks natures laws at his command No force of hell or heav'n withstands his force Events to come yet many ages hence He present makes by wondrous prescience Proving the senses blinde by being blinde to sense 22 His sky-like arms di'd all in blue and white And set with golden starres that flamed wide His shield invisible to mortall sight Yet he upon it easily descri'd The lively semblance of his dying Lord Whose bleeding side with wicked steel was gor'd Which to his fainting spirits new courage would afford 23 Strange was the force of that enchanted shield Which highest powers to it from heav'n impart For who could bear it well and rightly wield It sav'd from sword and spear and poison'd dart Well might he slip but yet not wholly fall No finall losse his courage might appall Growing more sound by wounds and rising by his fall 24 So some have feign'd that Tellus giant sonne Drew many new-born lives from his dead mother Another rose as soon as one was done And twentie lost yet still remain'd another For when he fell and kist the barren heath His parent straight inspir'd successive breath And though her self was dead yet ransom'd him from death 25 With him his Nurse went carefull Acoe Whose hands first from his mothers wombe did take him And ever since have foster'd tenderly She never might she never would forsake him And he her lov'd again with mutuall band For by her needfull help he oft did stand When else he soon would fail and fall in foemens hand 26 With both sweet Meditation ever pac't His Nurses daughter and his Foster-sister Deare as his soul he in his soul her plac't And oft embrac't and oft by stealth he kist her For she had taught him by her silent talk To tread the safe and dangerous wayes to balk And brought his God with him him with his God to walk 27 Behinde him Penitence did sadly go Whose cloudie dropping eyes were ever raining Her swelling tears which ev'n in ebbing flow Furrow her cheek the sinfull puddles draining Much seem'd she in her pensive thought molested And much the mocking world her soul infested More she the hatefull world and most her self detested 28 She was the object of lewd mens disgrace The squint-ey'd wrie-mouth'd scoffe of carnall hearts Yet smiling heav'n delights to kisse her face And with his bloud God bathes her painfull smarts Afflictions iron flail her soul had thrasht Sharp Circumcisions knife her heart had slasht Yet was it angels wine which in her eyes was masht 29 With her a troop of mournfull grooms abiding Help with their sullen blacks their Mistresse wo Amendment still but still his own faults chiding And Penance arm'd with smarting whips did go Then sad Remorse came sighing all the way Last Satisfaction giving all away Much surely did he owe much more he would repay 30 Next went Elpinus clad in skie-like blue And through his arms few starres did seem to peep Which there the workmans hand so finely drew That rockt in clouds they softly seem'd to sleep His rugged shield was like a rockie mold On which an anchour bit with surest hold I hold by being held was written round in gold 31 Nothing so cheerfull was his thoughtfull face As was his brother Fido's Fear seem'd dwell Close by his heart his colour chang'd apace And went and came that sure all was not well Therefore a comely Maid did oft sustain His fainting steps and fleeting life maintain Pollicita she hight which ne're could lie or feigne 32 Next to Elpinus marcht his brother Love Not that great Love which cloth'd his Godhead bright With rags of flesh and now again above Hath drest his flesh in heav'ns eternall light Much lesse the brat of that false Cyprian dame Begot by froth and fire in bed of shame And now burns idle hearts swelt'ring in lustfull flame 33 But this from heav'n brings his immortall race And nurst by Gratitude whose carefull arms Long held and hold him still in kinde embrace But train'd to daily warres and fierce alarms He grew to wondrous strength and beautie rare Next that God-Love from whom his off-springs are No match in earth or heav'n may with this Love compare 34 His Page who from his side might never move Remembrance on him waits in books reciting The famous passions of that highest Love His burning zeal to greater flames exciting Deep would he sigh and seem empassion'd sore And oft with tears his backward heart deplore That loving all he could he lov'd that Love no more 35 Yet sure he truely lov'd and honour'd deare That glorious name for when or where he spi'd Wrong'd or in hellish speech blasphem'd did heare Boldly the rash blasphemer he defi'd And forc't him eat the words he foully spake But if for him he grief or death did take That grief he counted joy and death life for his sake 36 His glitt'ring arms drest all with firie hearts Seem'd burn in chaste desire and heav'nly flame And on his shield kinde Ionathan imparts To his souls friend his robes and princely name And kingly throne which mortals so adore And round about was writ in golden ore Well might he give him all that gave his life before 37 These led the Vantguard and an hundred moe Fill'd up the emptie ranks with ord'red train But
'gins his life when he 's of life bereaven Ah blessed soul that here begins his heaven Upon the Contemplations of the B. of Excester given to the Ladie E. W. at New-yeares-tide THis little worlds two little starres are eyes And he that all eyes framed fram'd all others Downward to fall but these to climbe the skies There to acquaint them with their starrie brothers Planets fixt in the head their spheare of sense Yet wandring still through heav'ns circumference The Intellect being their Intelligence Dull then that heavie soul which ever bent On earth and earthly toyes his heav'n neglects Content with that which cannot give content What thy foot scorning kicks thy soul respects Fond soul thy eye will up to heav'n erect thee Thou it direct'st and must it now direct thee Dull heavie soul thy scholar must correct thee Thrice happie soul that guided by thine eyes Art mounted up unto that starrie nation And leaving there thy sense entrest the skies Enshrin'd and sainted there by contemplation Heav'n thou enjoy'st on earth and now bereaven Of life a new life to thy soul is given Thrice happie soul that hast a double heaven That sacred hand which to this yeare hath brought you Perfect your yeares and with your yeares his graces And when his will unto his will hath wrought you Conduct your soul unto those happie places Where thousand joyes and pleasures ever new And blessings thicker then the morning dew With endlesse sweets rain on that heav'nly crue These Asclepiads of Mr. H. S. translated and enlarged Nè Verbum mihi sit mortua Litera Nec Christi Meritum Gratia vanida Sed Verbum fatuo sola Scientia Et Christus misero sola Redemptio UNletter'd Word which never eare could heare Unwritten Word which never eye could see Yet syllabled in flesh-spell'd character That so to senses thou might'st subject be Since thou in bread art stampt in print art read Let not thy print-stampt Word to me be dead Thou all-contriving all-deserving Spirit Made flesh to die that so thou might'st be mine That thou in us and we in thee might merit We thine thou ours thou humane we divine Let not my dead lifes merit my dead heart Forfeit so deare a purchas'd deaths desert Thou Sunne of wisdome knowledge infinite Made folly to the wise night to prophane Be I thy Moon oh let thy sacred light Increase to th' full and never never wane Wise folly set in me fond wisdome rise Make me renounce my wisdome to be wise Thou Life eternall purest blessednesse Made mortal wretched sinne it self for me Shew me my death my sin my wretchednesse That I may flourish shine and live in thee So I with praise shall sing thy life deaths storie O thou my Merit Life my Wisdome Glorie Certain of the royal Prophets Psalmes metaphrased Psalm 42. which agrees with the tune of Like the Hermite poore LOok as an hart with sweat and bloud embrued Chas'd and embost thirsts in the soil to be So my poore soul with eager foes pursued Looks longs O Lord pines pants and faints for thee When O my God when shall I come in place To see thy light and view thy glorious face I dine and sup with sighs with grones and teares While all thy foes mine eares with taunting load Who now thy cries who now thy prayer heares Where is say they where is thy boasted God My molten heart deep plung'd in sad despairs Runnes forth to thee in streams of teares and prayers With grief I think on those sweet now past dayes When to thy house my troops with joy I led We sang we danc'd we chanted sacred layes No men so haste to wine no bride to bed Why droop'st my soul why faint'st thou in my breast Wait still with praise his presence is thy rest My famisht soul driv'n from thy sweetest word From Hermon hill and Jordans swelling brook To thee laments sighs deep to thee O Lord To thee sends back her hungrie longing look Flouds of thy wrath breed flouds of grief and fears And flouds of griefbreed flouds of plaints and teares His early light with morn these clouds shall clear These drearie clouds and storms of sad despairs Sure am I in the night his songs to heare Sweet songs of joy as well as he my prayers I 'le say My God why slight'st thou my distresse While all my foes my wearie soul oppresse My cruel foes both thee and me upbraid They cut my heart they vant that bitter word Where is thy trust where is thy hope they said Where is thy God where is thy boasted Lord Why droop'st my soul why faint'st thou in my breast Wait still with praise his presence is thy rest Psal. 63. which may be sung as The widow or mock-widow O Lord before the morning Gives heav'n warning To let out the day My wakefull eyes Look for thy rise And wait to let in thy joyfull ray Lank hunger here peoples the desert cells Here thirst fills up the emptie wells How longs my flesh for that bread without leaven How thirsts my soul for that wine of heaven Such oh to taste thy ravishing grace Such in thy house to view thy glorious face Thy love thy light thy faces Bright-shining graces Whose unchanged ray Knows nor morns dawn Nor evenings wane How farre surmount they lifes winter day My heart to thy glorie tunes all his strings My tongue thy praises cheerly sings And till I slumber and death shall undresse me Thus will I sing thus will I blesse thee Fill me with love oh fill me with praise So shall I vent due thanks in joyfull layes When night all eyes hath quenched And thoughts lie drenched In silence and rest Then will I all Thy waies recall And look on thy light in darknesse best When my poore soul wounded had lost the field Thou wast my fort thou wast my shield Safe in thy trenches I boldly will vant me There will I sing there will I chant thee There I 'le triumph in thy banner of grace My conqu'ring arms shall be thy arms embrace My foes from deeps ascending In rage transcending Assaulting me sore Into their hell Are headlong fell There shall they lie there howl and roare There let deserv'd torments their spirits tear Feel they worst ills and worse yet fear But with his spouse thine anointed in pleasure Shall reigne and joy past time or measure There new delights new pleasures still spring Haste there oh haste my soul to dance and sing PSAL. 127. To the tune of that Psalme IF God build not the house and lay The ground-work sure who ever build It cannot stand one stormie day If God be not the cities shield If he be not their barres and wall In vain is watch-tower men and all Though then thou wak'st when others rest Though rising thou prevent'st the Sunne Though with lean care thou daily feast Thy labour 's lost and thou undone But God his childe will feed and keep And draw the curtains to