please so well the Sense That Reasons old are though to be Non-sense But all Opinions are by Fancy fed And Truth under Opinions lieth dead The Objects of every Sense are according to their Motions in the Braine WEE mad should thinke those Men if they should tell That they did see a Sound or tast a Smell Yet Reason proves a Man doth not erre much When that we say his senses all are Touch. If Actions in a Table be lively told The Braine strait thinks the Eye the same behold The Stomacke Hungry the Nose good Meat doth smell The Braine doth thinke that Smell the Tongue tasts well If we a Theese do see and him do feare We strait do thinke that breaking Doors we heare Imaginations just like Motions make That every Sense doth strike with the mistake According as the Notes in Musicke agree with the Motions of the Heart or Braine Such Passions are produced thereby IN Musicke if the Eighths tun'd Equall are If one be strucke the other seemes to jarre So the Heart-strings if equally be stretch'd To those of Musick Love from thence is fetch'd For when one 's strucke the other moves just so And with Delight as evenly doth go The Motion of Thoughts Musing alone mine Eyes being fixt Upon the Cround my Sight with Gravell mixt My Feet did walke without Directions Guide My Thoughts did travell farre and wander wide At last they chanc'd up to a Hill to climbe And being there saw things that were Divine First what they saw a glorious Light to blaze Whose Splendor made it painfull for the Gaze No Separations nor Shadowes by stops made No Darknesse to obstruct this Light with Shade This Light had no Dimension nor Extent But fil'd all places full without Circumvent Alwaies in Motion yet fixt did prove Like to the Twinkling Stars which never move This Motion working running severall waies Did seeme a Contradiction for to raise As to it selfe with it selfe disagree Is like a Skeine of Thread if 't knotted bee For some did go strait in an even Line But some againe did crosse and some did twine Yet at the last all severall Motions run Into the first Prime Motion which begun In various Formes and Shapes did Life run through Life from Eternity but Shapes still new No sooner made but quickly pass'd away Yet while they were desirous were to stay But Motion to one 〈◊〉 can nere constant be For Life which Motion is joyes in varietie For the first Motion every thing can make But cannot add unto it selfe nor take Indeed no other Matter could it frame It selfe was all and in it selfe the same Perceiving now this fixed point of Light To be a Vnion Knowledge Power and Might Wisdome Justice Truth Providence all one No Attribute is with it selfe alone Not like to severall Lines drawne to one Point For what doth meet may separate 〈◊〉 But this a Point from whence all Lines do flow Nought can diminish it or make it grow T is its owne Center and Circumference ro und Yet neither has a Limit or a Bound A fixt Eternity and so will last All present is nothing to come or past A fixt Persection nothing can add more All things is It and It selfe doth adore My Thoughts then wondring at what they did see Found at the last themselves the same to bee Yet was so small a Branch perceive could not From whence they Sprung or which waies were begot Some say all that we know of Heaven above Is that we joye and that we love Who can tell that for all we know Those Passions we call Joy and Love below May by Excesse such other Passions grow None in the World is capable to know Just like our Bodies though that they shall rise And as S t. Paul faies see God with our Eyes Yet may we in the Change such difference find Both in our Bodies and also in our Mind As if that we were never of Mankind And that these Eyes we see with now were blind Say we can measure all the Planets high And number all the Stars be in the Skie And Circle could we all the World about And all th' Effects of Nature could finde out Yet cannot all tho Wise and Learned tell What 's done in Heaven or how we there shall dwell The Reason why the Thoughts are onely in the Head THE Sinewes are small slender Strings Which to the Body Senses brings Yet like to Pipes or Gutters hollow be Where Animall Spirits run continually Though they are small such Matter do containe As in the Skull doth lye which we call Braine That makes if any one doth strike the Heele The Thought of that Sense in the Braine doth feele Yet t is not Sympathy but t is the same Which makes us thinke and feele the paine For had the Heele such quantity of Braine Which doth the Head and Skull therein containe Then would such Thoughts wich in the Braine dwell high Descend downe low and in the Heele would lye In Sinewes small Braine scatter'dlyes about It wants both roome and quantity no doubt For if a Sinew could so much Eraine hold Or had a Skin so large for to infold As in the Skull then might the Toe or Knee Had they an Opticke Nerve both heare and see Had Sinewes roome Fancy therein to breed Copies of Verses might from the Hee le proceed The Motion of the Blood Some by Industry of Learning found That all the Blood like to the Sea runs round From two great Arteries the Blood it runs Through all the Veines to the same backe comes The Muscles like the Tides do ebb and flow According as the severall Spirits go The Sinewes as finall Pipes come from the Head And all about the Body they are spread Through which the Animall Spirits are conveyed To every Member as the Pipes are laid And from those Sinewes Pipes each Sense doth take Of those Pure Spirits as they us do make T Is thought an 〈◊〉 Matter comes from the Sun In streaming Beames which Earth doth feed upon And that the Earth by those Beames backe doth send A Nourishment to the Sun her good Friend So every Beame the Sun doth make a Chaine To send to Earth and to draw backe againe But every Beame is like a blazing Ship The Sun doth trafficke to the Earth in it Each Ship is fraught with heat through Aire it swims As to the Earth warme Nourishment it brings And Vapour moist Earth for that warmth returnes And sends it in those Ships backe to the Sun Great danger is if Ships be over-fraught For many times they sincke with their owne weight And those gilt Ships such Fate they often find They sincke with too much weight or split with Wind. It is hard to beleive that there are other VVorlds in this VVorld NOthing so hard in Nature as Faith is For to beleive Impossibilities As doth impossible to us appeare Not 'cause 't is not but to our Sense
boileth fast Then stirs it with a Ladle of Distast The Fat of Gluttons in the Pot did flow And Roots of severall Vices in did throw And severall Hearbs as aged Time that 's dry Heart-burning Parsley Buriall Rosemary Then powers it out into Repentant Dishes And sends it up by Shadowes of vaine Wishes A Heart drest LIfe takes a Heart and Passions puts therein And covers it with a dissembling Skin Then take some Anger that like Pepper bite And Vinegar that 's sharp and made of Spight Hot Ginger of Revenge grated in Flunge To which she addes a lying cloven Tongue A lazy flake of Mace that lies downe flat Some Salt of Slander put also to that Then serves it up with Sauce of Jealousie In Dishes of Carefull Industry Head and Braines ABraine that 's wash'd with Reasons cleare From Grosse Opinions Dulnesse lying there And Judgment hard and sound is grated in Whereto is squeesed Wit and Fancies thin A Bunch of Sent Sounds Colours tied up fast With Threads of Motion and strong Nerves to last In Memory then stew them with long Time So take them up and put in Spirits of Wine Then poure it forth into a Dish of Touch The Meat is good although it is not much A Tart. LIfe took some Floure made of Complexions white Churnd Butter by Nourishment as cleane as might And kneads it well then on a Board it laies And roules it oft and so a Pye did raise Then did she take some Cherry Lips that 's red And Sloe-black Eyes from a Faire Virgins Head And Strawbery Teats from high Banks of white Breast And Juice from Raspes Fingers ends did presse These put into a Pye which soone did bake Within a Heart which she strait hot did make Then drew it out with Reasons Peele and sends It up to Nature she it much commends A Dissert SWeet Marmalade of Kisses new gathered Preserv'd Children that are not Fathered Sugar of Beauty which melts away soon Marchpane of Youth and Childish Macaroon Sugar Plum-words most sweet on the Lips And wafer Promises which wast into Chips Bisket of Love which crumbles all away Gelly of Feare that quaking quivering lay Then came in a fresh Green-sicknesse Cheese And tempting Apples like those eat by Eve With Creame of Honour thick and good Firm Nuts of Friend-ship by it stood Grapes of delight dull Spirits to revive Whose Juice t is said doth Nature keep alive Then Nature rose when eat and drank her fill To rest her selfe in Ease she 's pleas'd with still Natures Officers ETernity as Vsher goeth before Destiny as Porter keepes the Doore Of the great World who lets Life out and in The Fates her Maides this Thread of Life do spin Mutability orders with great Care Motion her Foot-boy runneth every where Time as her Page doth carry up her Traine But in his Service little doth he gaine The daies are the Surveyors for to view All Natures workes which are both old and new The Seasons foure their Circuites by turnes take Judges to order and distribute make The Months their Pen-clerks write downe every thing Make Deeds of Gifts and Bonds of all that spring Lifes Office is to pay and give out all To Death which is Receiver when he call Natures House THE Ground whereon this House was built upon Was Honesty that hates to do a Wrong Foundations deep were laid and very sure By Love which to all times will firm indure The Walls strong Friend-ship Hearts for Brick lay thick And Conflancy as Morter made them stick Free-stone of Obligations Pillars raise To beare high Roofed thanks seil'd with praise Windowes of Knowledge let in Light of Truth Curtaines of Joy wh'are drawne by pleasant Youth Chimnies with Touch-stone of Affection made Where Beauty the Fuell of Love is laid The Harth is innocent Marble white Whereon the Fire of Love burnes cleare and bright The Doores are Cares Misfortunes out to shut That cold Poverty might not through them get Besides these Roomes of severall Passions built Some on the right hand others on the left This House the out-side 's tyl'd with Noble Deeds And high Ambition covers it with Leades Turrets of Fame are built on every side And in this Palace Nature takes great pride This House is furnished best of Natures Courts For hung it is with Virtues of all sorts As Morall Virtues and with those of Art The last from Acts the first is from the Heart Comparing the head to a Barrell of VVine THE Head is like a Barrell which will break If Liquors be too strong but if they 're weake They will the riper grow by lying long Close kept from Vent the Spirits grow more strong So Wit which Nature in a Braine tuns up Never leaves Working if it close be shut Will through Discretions burst and run about Unlesse a Pen and Inke do tap it out But if the Wit be small then let it lye If Broacht to soon the Spirits quickly dye Comparing of VVits to VVines MAlaga Wits when broach'd which Pens do peirce If strong run strait into Heroick Verse Sharp Claret Satyrs searching run about The Veines of Vice before it passes out And makes the Blood of Virtue fresh to spring In Noble Minds Faire Truth 's Complexions bring But all high Fancy is in Brandy Wits A Fiery heat in Vnderstanding sits Natures VVardrope IN Natures Wardrope there hangs up great store Of severall Garments some are rich some poore Some made on Beauties Stuff with Smiles are lac'd With lovely Favour is the out-side fac'd Some fresh and new by Sicknesses are rent Not having care the same for to prevent Physick and good Diet sowes close againe That none could see where those slits did remaine Some worne so bare with Age that none could see What Stuff it had been or what it might bee Others were so ill-shap'd and Stuff so course That none would weare least Nature did inforce And severall Mantles Nature made were there To keep her Creatures warm from the Cold Aire As Sables Martin and the Fox that 's black The powder'd Ermines and the feirce wild Cat. Most of her Creatures She hath clad in Furre Which needs no Fire if they do but stir And some in 〈◊〉 She clads as well as Haire And some in Scales others do Feathers weare But Man She made his Skin so smooth and faire It needs no Feathers Scales Wool nor Haire The out-side of all things Nature keeps here Severall Creatures that She makes to weare Death pulls them off and Life doth put them on Nature takes care that none puts on the wrong Nature hath but two sorts of Stuffs whereon All Garments which are made that Life puts on But yet such severall Sorts there is to weare That seldome any two alike appeare Bnt Nature severall Trimmings for those Garments makes And severall Colours for each Trimming takes Soule and Body GReat Nature She doth cloath the Soule within A Fleshly Garment which the Fates do spin And
The Market-place the Mouth when full begun Is Market day when empty Markets done The City Conduit where the water flowes Is through two spouts the nostrils of the Nose But when those watry spouls close stopt are not Then we say strait a Cold or Pose have got The Gates are the two Eares when deaf they are It is when they those City Gates doe bar This City 's govern'd as most Cities be By Aldermen and so by Mayoralty And Oberon King dwels never any where But in a Royall Head whose Court is there Which is the kernell of the Braine if seen We there might view him and his beauteous Queen Sure that's their Court and there they sit in state And Noble Lords and Ladies on them wait The Fairies in the Braine may be the causes of many thoughts VVHen we have pious thoughts and thinke of heaven Yet goe about not ask to be forgiven Perchance their preaching or a Chapter saying Or on their knees devoutly they are praying When we are sad and know no reason why Perchance it is because some there doe dye And some place in the Head is hung with blacke Which makes us dull yet know not what we lack Our fancies which in verse or prose we put Are Pictures which they draw or 〈◊〉 cut And when those fancies are both fine and thin Then they ingraven are in seale or ring When we have crosse opinions in the minde They in the Schooles disputing we shall finde When we of childish toyes doe thinke upon A Fayre may be whereto those people throng And in those stalles may all such knacks be sold As Bels and Rattles or bracelets of Gold Or Pins Pipes Whistles are to be bought there And thus within the Head may be a Fayre When that our braine with amorous thoughts doth run Are marrying there a Bride with her Bride-groom And when our thoughts are merry humours gay Then they are dancing on their Wedding day Of the Animal Spirits THose Spirits which we Animal doe call May Men and Women be and Creatures small And in the body Kingdoms may divide As Nerves Muscles Veines and Arteries wide The head and heart East and West Indies be Which through the veines may traffick as the sea In feavers great by shipwrack many dyes For when the bloud is hot and vapours rise On boyling pulse as waves they tosse if hit Against hard rock of great obstructions split Head the East Indies where spicy Fancie growes From Oranges and Lemons sharp Satyr flowes The Heart the West where heat the bloud refines Which bloud is gold and silver heart the mines Those from the head in ships their Spice they fetch And from the heart the gold and silver rich The War of those Spirits SOmetimes these Animal Creatures they doe jarre And then those Kingdomes all are up in war And when they fight we Cramps Convulsions feele 〈◊〉 in our 〈◊〉 and Chilblaines in our heele Peace WHen there is peace and all do well agree Then is Commerce in every Kingdome free And through the Nerves they travell without feare There are no Theeves to rob them of their ware Their wares are severall touches which they bring Unto the Senses they buy every thing But to the Muscles they doe much recourse For in those Kingdomes trading hath great force Those Kingdomes joyne by two and two So they with 〈◊〉 doe passe and re-passe through The description of their world which is the Body THe Arteries are the Ocean deep and wide The Bloud the Sea which ebbs and flows in Tide The Nerves great continent they travell through Muscles are Cities which they traffick to Similizing the Body to many Countries THe Nerves are France and Italy and Spaine The Liver Britanny the Narrow Seas the veines The Spleen is Aethiopia which breeds in A People that are black and tawny skin The Stomach Aegypt the Chylus Nyle that flowes Quite through the Body by which it fruitfull growes The Heart and Head East and VVest Indies are The South and Northern Pole is either Eare. The Lungs are Rocks and Cavernes whence rise winds And Life which passes through great danger findes FINIS An Epistle to Souldiers GReat Heroicks you may justly laugh at me if I went about to censure instruct or advise in the valiant Art and Discipline of Warre But I doe but only take the name having no knowledge in the Art nor practise in the use for I never saw an Army together nor any Incounters in my life I have seen a Troop or a Regiment march on the High way by chance or so neither have I the courage to looke on the cruell assaults that Mankind as I have heard will make at each other but according to the constitution of my Sex I am as fearefull as a Hare for I shall start at the noyse of a Potgun and shut my eyes at the sight of a bloudy Sword and run away at the least Alarum Only My courage is I can heare asad relation but not without griefe and chilnesse of spirits but these Armies I mention were rais'd in my braine fought in my fancy and registred in my closet POEMS The Fort or Castle of Hope HOpe hearing Doubt an Army great did bring For to assault the Castle she was in For her defence her Castle she made strong Placing great Ordnance on the wall along Bulwarks she built at every corners end A Curtaine of twelve score was drawn between Two faces make a point from whence the Cannons play Two points do make a third to stop the enemi's way The wings were not too short nor curtains were too long The points were not too sharp but blunt to make them strong Round the Castle enemy 's out to keep A ditch was digg'd which was both wide and deep And bridges made to draw or let at length The gates had iron bars of wondrous strength Souldiers upon the Curtains-line did stand And every one a Musket in his hand When Hope had ordered all about her Fort Then she did call a councel to her Court I hear sayes Hope that Doubt a war will make And bring great force this Castle for to take Wherefore my friends provisions must be 〈◊〉 And first of all good store of victuals bought Hunger doth lose more Forts then force doth win Then must we with the stomach first begin The next is arms the body for to guard Those that unarm'd are are soon'st afear'd But to small use we make a ditch or wall If not men arm'd to keep this wall withall Shall we neglect the lives and strength of men More then a wall that may be broken in For Ammunitions that mighty power Engines of death which Armies Towns devoure Yet are they of no use unlesse mankind Hath strength skill will to use them as design'd The last for to advise what wayes are best For to defend our selves from being opprest Then Expectation being gray with age Advises Hope by no means to engage Too 〈◊〉 her Castle but let