Reason vvould Many that haue nought els but daring Harts And leafe their Liues for Nothing to Dispaire On this Worlds Stage do oft play Princes parts To which they climb by Bloud a slppry Staire And desprate Resolution so is held Vp by the Chin while it doth bath in bloud By Greatnesse of smal worth that it doth weld The world at wil and sâ—ld if ere withstood Yea oft it makes Authority to shake Sith they owe others liues that loath their owne And so it doth his owne Conditions make As if it could at wil put vp and downe This Ladies loue for this doth Ladies win Faint Hart they say I le ow the rest for shame This is a VVorld-commanding gracefull sin In the Conceit of each conceited Dame He that dares ioule togeâ—her highest Heades Though he may faile in that too high attempt The High his haughty Resolution dreads VVhile he as Crauens holds them in Contempt â—o thus may Reason reason gainst a Wrong That Passion doth approue and vse as right I vs'd the more my vice this vertue long If it be Veâ—tue vitiously to fight VVhat now vaunts VVit and vailes the same with skil Would it be knowne it was to Courage Knit Do I condemn yet glory in mine ill So crack of Courage with and without Wit Here lie I open to Wits priuy Nips Or open Thumps lay on Wit spare me not And I le oreturne as thou shalt offer Trips Sith through my weaknesse thou the best hast got Yet stay thy Wisedome wit and hold thy hand Vse thou the Conquest like a Conqueror That is foile thou the ill which thee withstand But let the faultlesse neuer feel thy powr For t is not simply ill a truth to tell Though it perhaps be told for scarce good end And doubtful words with Letters Loue doth spel That alwaies only doth the best intend But sith al those that know me knew me such As once I was my Line sare of lesse force Vnlesse my hate of what I was I touch To dravv Sword-dravvers to a quiet Course For stealst thou Theefe and yet exhorst to Truth Or Kilst thou Butcher yet dehortst from Bloud Shal he perswade vs who reuenge pursuth That mercy is the best reuenging mood I am turnd Crauen and am held-therein By Loue which holds for true diuinity That Faiths Deuotion is but deadly sin If it be not deuout in Charity Then he that makes his life a lasting Brall And seems to feed on nought but Wounâ—s and Gore May pray for grace to change his life withall But other praiers make his sins the more And they that loue their sins to mulâ—iply Stil let â—hem pray in Hate and thirst of Bloud So shal they liue while they make others die To dy the death of Dogs in damned moode Now if this Charme of Words want violence To make these brauing Spirits lesse bloudy-bold And bring them into Loues Circumference Sufficeth me I Coniur'd as I could But if thereby they wax more turbulent I can but rue but they shall more repent Blessed is the Man that doth meditate honest things by Wisedome Ecclus. 14. 21. DId Wisedome write or speake the world to please Shee were not wisedom in a pleasing Sence Then who doth please with any one of these Doth please vnwÃsely but the World or Sence Then áre they worldly wise or sensual That doe soe write òr speake but none of those Can be in them whose words can sweeten Gall Which Sweets do rest where sweetest Soules repose And they repose but in the Sweet of Sweets God only wise or Bodies of the Blest In whom true Wisedome Grace and Nature meets Whose gracefull VVords are naturally exprest If VVords inchaunt the Sense and not the Soule That Charme of VVords coniures no holy Spright For Such such VVords not Such such VVords controules Soule-pleasing VVords must then bee rare and right Yet though a Sonnet bee as right as rare For Number Measure VVaight or Nouclâ—â—â— Yet if it sounds so but to Senses Eare The Soule as harshe doth hold that Hermonie Then all our Straines that relishe double Loue Sweet double-Relishe worthie treble praise To Soule and Bodie Soule and Body moue VVith ioy to listen as to Angells Lâ—ies These bee the Aires that gett the Aire of Fame Of Fame whose Aire diuinely is refinde That feeds with purest praise immâ—rt all Name Fitting the nature of each mightie Minde And they are only mightie that disdaine All that that disagrees with Mightinesse As is light Loue fraile Fancies Shadowes vaine VVeake VVitt base Blisse VVorlds weale or VVretchednes Then as to Nature curst but kind to Grace I herehaue made a Rodd my selfe to beate VVhose highest reach in Straines of Loue is base Sith Lightnesse incasures them with heauie Feete Yet if this Lightnesse heauy make the Light In Summing vp my Numbers totall Summe I hope the weight thereof will bee of weight Their Lightnesse if it rise to ouercome For they are too Light that in Those but waigh VVhat Lusters not what Louers ought to say Sic transit gloria Mundi LIfe stay or if thou wilt not let my Soule Moue with thee to the Rest Thou mouest to The Twyne by which thou hangst Time vp doth rowle On Heau'ns round reeling Spheares which thee vndâ—os Thenô my Soule let Truth thy Vertues woo To ioyne their Force t' inforce th' infirmitie Of this Lifes excesse in Deficiency For truth to say wee Bee and Bee not bothe Wee Bee in show but Bee not as wee ought If then wee Bee not but in show in sooth Wee Are as if wee Were not Ought and Nought Dying as soone as wee to Life are brought Twixt Generation and Corruption The Meane inclines but to destruction And if we straine the Circle of our Thoughâ— To comprehend some Essence of the same It is as if to catch a Shade we sought Or clos'd our Fist to hold the blast of Fame Yet that is Aire but Man is but in Nameâ— Then looke how much a Name hath beeing found So much hath Man which is a Sound vnsound Vnsound it is for were it sound it were That which fraile Man is nothing lesse then like For Sounds haue Beeing yea they plaine appeare And on the Organs of our Hearing strike Of which those Organs are with vs to seeke For while the Sound resoundeâ—h wee are gonne So are wee SouÌ„ds that haue not Time nor Toneâ— Then Reason seeking for a reall Thing Of Humane-nature fowly is deceau'd Because the same hath no continuing But runnes hir Race ere really perceau'd Whose Life of Life is instantlie bereau'dâ— A Dreame a Shade ô no it s not so much A shadow of a Dreame at most is such That 's the Similitude the Lord of Life Doth vse to show our Liues vnbeeing Beeing What! in the World where all things are so â—ife Is nought but Nothing to the same agreeing Which not appeares nor scarse suppos'd by Seeing And beeing scarse supposed then it is To Nothing next or
Vertue for hir selfe and not for Fame That as an Hand-maide hir attendeth still I chiefly do desire and let my name Die in hir life so shee may make my Will And with hir leaue to giue and make no waste My Time to draw Diuine Lines to the last An Ode in commendation of Musick O Sacred Musick Nurse of Raptures highe Which feedst the Soule with diuine Symphony What Words can prayse Thee Whose Vertue tunes the discord of the Spheares And ties therto Diuine and Humane Eares Then can Winde raise Thee Whose sweetest Aires do breathe foorth Wonders Winde Which mounts aboue itselfe the heauiest Minde In spight of Nature Whose holie Accents are so full of force As can the Soule from Body quite deuorce Of sullen st Creature VVhat is so dull of Sprite that hath but life That loues thee not Or who so full of strife To hate thy Concords Sith thou art Shee who with Soule-pleasing Straines All petuerse Passions of the Mind constraines To cease their Discords Our Soules whome some suppos'd but Musicke were Because they moned are as It doth steere Do glorifie Thee The sacred Quires that ring about the Throne Of that more â—acred ESSENCE Three in One Do sanctifie Thee That Holy Holy Holy which They crie That are Sub-chaunters of Heau'ns Hermony Records thy glory VVhat shall I say both Heau'n and Earth conspires To raise the same past reach of what aspires If transitorie And in a VVorde if I mightcensure Thee That next my Neerest art beloud of mee Thou art that Pleasure VVho in thy sweetest Notes as well I note Hast like that Blisse that by sweete Concord's got Nor Meane nor Measure Nihil tam bene dictum quod non fuit dictum prius WEre all the VVits that mortall Braines immure By supposition or in Deed made one Yea though they vvere most subtile made and pure By al the Helpes that Wit can think vpon They could not though they did themselues distract VVith strayning hard a new Inuention frame For each new Deed doth turne into some Act In some yeares compasse past before the same Our Actions and Inuentions are fast fixt Vnto the Spheare of Vniformity Though oft the same with Diffrences be mixt Yet they with Like past hold conformity Foâ— as the heaunly Orbs in vvheeling cause The Stars to meet in oft coniunction For from the like the like Time often drawes That rightest vvere in opposition So do our Words and Deeds vvith Turnes of Time Turn in 't themselues then out then in againe And as a VVheele doth roundly fall and climb So Fashions out of vse come in amaine VVe cannot think of that hath not bin thought For our more studious Ancients straind their Braines Beyond ours reache though vve in vaine haue sought To straine our VVits beyond their VVisedoms Straines To instance vvould but breed satiety But breefly Lett vs cite some fevv For All VVho hath past Plato in Philosophy VVho Homer for the Arte Poeticall In Oratory Craft vvho hath out-stript The Facher of the Romaine-eloquence Whose Tongue and Pen were so in Hony dipt That now we lick him to make sweet our Sense Then for the Mathematicks who compares With Archimedes Wonder of all Times And who for Musick with Amphion dares Play for the Prize whose fame past Wonder climbs What Painter will not blush a Line to draw With Zeuxis whose bright name bright Fame doth dim What Imager would not seem rude and raw Before Pigmalion if he wrought with him By this small Touch we well may tast the Whole Huge Body-politick of Arts-men past Which is a like through out which Bodies Soule Holds all that All are learning to the last We may suppose w'haue lighted on a Vaine Without this Body when out Muse doth flo In some Inuention past the modern Straine But Self-conceit makes vs imagin so For read All extant and if some or all Of thy Conceit were not comprizd in some Thou art a Spirit and no Man Naturall Who speaks as he is taught or els is dumbe This idle-painfull-foolish-witty Worke Pardon mee Patience to call it so I may conceaue in no Conceit did lurk Before from mine it thus made run did flo But God doth know on whose Vaine I haue lighted I know not sith I know I know non such Yet For indiâ—ing I may be indited For taking That which I ought not to touch If so I haue it vvas through ignorance Of vvhat right Others had to what I haue And if Theirs be my Wits poore maintainance Proue it and I am theirs to spiâ—l or saue But some there are that take most greedily From the old Store sith they know Nought is new If then they vvrite both vvel and speedily They but engrosse the Deeds that others drew Yet sooth to say how euer some may vaunt They scorne to steale yet They yea and their Heires Take by their leaues and yet the World inchant VVith coniâ—â—ing VVords to think it only Theirs Old Pictures well refresht do seem as new And none but Artists know them to be old Then they earne praise as those that first them drew VVho make them newly their old beauty hold Theâ—s nothing new no not so much as Sin For what sin now is done but hath bin done VVhen the VVorlds Face was vvasht for soile therein VVhich from most fowle to Filthier far did run And though the VVorld doth vvax stil worse and vvorse It s since that Deluge vvhich then scowrd hir Scums And so it must grow vvorse and vvorse perforce Vntil hir second and last clensing comes Which being by Fires as erst vveake VVaters Mean It euer after shalâ—â— nevv and cleane Inough's as good as a feast WEE Bowes vnbend and flack the Viols Strings That vsed so wee them may longer vse Then if our Muse be euer on her VVings She wil the lesser while flye like our Muse. The body by repletion compotent And by Euacuation fit for it Successiuely doth Nature most Content So must we vse the Minde the Muse the Wit Then here an end of that which we began On no Foundation that had any ende But such as makes our Muse an Artizan That can in euery Kinde her self transcend But ô light Rimes bee darke to all but those That can your Rime and Reason wel dispose Iucundum nihil est nisi quod refict varietas FINIS Hee is truly liberalâ— aud maguanimous vvhich delights more in good renovvne the money Seneca That bounty and beneficence that stands in trauaile diligÌ„â—â— is both mâ—rehonesâ— and also spreades further is able to profit morâ— Cicero As the touchâ— stoâ— trieth gold so gold trâ—eth men Plato He is a vicious persâ— saith S. Aâ—â—gustine that atten â—deth only his ovvne profit Haire Head Forehead Face Eybrovve Eyes Cheekâ— Nose Lips Teeth Tongue Voice Chin. Neck and Brest Paps * Neck * Bozome * Belly Nauel Thighes Apple of the kâ—ee Knees 〈◊〉 â—oote Buttocks â—ir back Ribbs Rigebone The holous of the back bone The onâ—ward hollounes of the back Shonlders Armes Vaines Table of the had â—ingers To stire vp throughly the stincking puddle of the filthie manners of vvâ—â—tons it would turne vp the stomackes of the â—onest and chast bearers through the hatefull villanous souâ—d theâ—of Pitâ—a Solon the excellent Lavv-giuer would haue mâ—n keeâ—e cöpaâ—â—â— vith their 〈◊〉 in bâ—d but thrice â— moneth that liâ—e as Cities States vse after a certaine time betvvene to renevv their leagues confederacies one vvith another So hee vvould haue loue to procure the man to be a continuall vvoer to the vvife to keepe avvay the Monster Sacieâ—y gilt 〈◊〉 The outvvard gâ—â—â—ment of bâ—s Flesâ— suppressing the Soules vnderâ—standinâ— on in direct â—elpâ—s 〈◊〉 Lavv. The â—ld and nevv TestameÌ„t Instructa inopia est in diuitijs eupiditas * 〈…〉
doth hold Each giues to each yet haue more then they hadd For loue and wealth so growes more manifold Doubling one life sith they of Two make One Where Loues Desires rest pleased in vnrest For true Ioy rests vntir'd in motion And by their motions that is still exprest He rules sith Shee obaies or rather Shee Obaying rules Thus Soules may married bee 8 VVEre Mannes Thoughts to bee measured by Daies Tenn thouzaÌ„d Thoughts teÌ„ thousaÌ„d Days should haue Which in a Day the Mynd doth daily raise For still the Mind 's in motion like a Wave Or should his Daies bee measured by Thought Then Times shortst Moment they would faster flee Yet Thought doth make his life both long nought That 's nought if longe and longe if nought it bee If longe it bee for being nought though short The shortest thought of longe life is too longe Which thinkes it longe in laboure short in sport So Thought makes Life to bee still old or yonge But sith its full of thought sith full of Synnes Thinke it may ende as thought of it beginnes 9 SEarch all the Sonnets set Loue wealth to wynne And you shall see how euer darkly donne That lightly with the Eye they do begin As if Loues heate and Witts came from that Sunne And I as if the Eye bewitched mee Oft sett my Sonetts Seane iust in the Eye Of beaming Beauty that it so may see Wherein consists Loues Comick-Tragedie Thus is the Sences Soâ—'raignes Subiect made Loues Sonetts Subiect in faire Paper Reames Sith with Loues fire it doth the Hart inuade For that cold Christall burnes with Beauties Beames Then ô the Eye the Eye I I that 's it Wherein men see their want of Grace and Wit 10 VVIsedome and Vertue cannot if they would Misguide the Soule to whom they stil are Guides They guide to Glory going bâ—t on Gold And all that Earth doth pretious hold besides Or if ill Times should with iniurious hand Oppresse Them in their Course or Crosse theyr way Yet must He needs about Times Compasse stand That with such firm Vp-lifters falls away The ayme of Wisedome yea aud Fortunes too Is at one White to make bright whom they loue Ne can Crosse Fortune Wisedoms Friends vndo Sith their vndoings do their makinges proue The Stars rule Fools both ru'ld by Wisemen are So ech Mans Manners do his Fortunes square 11 WHen with my Minds right Eye I do behold From nought made nothing lesse great Tamburaline Like Phaeton drawne encoach in burnisht Gold Raigning his drawers who of late did Raigne I deem me blessed in the Womb to be Bâ—rne as I am among indiffrent Things No King nor Slaue but of the meane degree Where I see Kings made Slaues and Slaues made Kings When if my Meannesse but one Thought conceaue That minds but Mounting this Thought keeps it downe And so I liue in Case to take or giue For Loue or Meed no Sâ—epter â—ut a Crowne Yet Flowres of Crownes for Roesies expence Poets might take and giue no recompence In praise of Poesie THou that by force of All commanding wordes Makst all Affections follow thy Commands To whome the High'st such height of powre affords As fully with his grace and glory stands To thee sweet Poesie offer I this Mite Of Forcelesse words deriu'd from lesser might Thou that dost scorne Commers with muddy Braines Or with oughte lesse then Spirits Angelicall Who chaunt inchaunting Soule bewitching straines Where of but some includes the Summe of All To thee I sacrifice these Laudes to leaâ—e In flames of zeale that farre surmount the Meane For ô Thoâ— scornst so base as Meane to beare Sith that the Meane in Thee is held but base Though other Arts the Meane doe highly reare Thou holdst the Meane to bee an high disgrace Then â— with what high Raptures should my Braynes Entraunced bee to ope thy vertues Vaines Which while I striue to do my Braines do beate As if they would worke out their Freedome so Who doe attempt to leaue their narrow Seate As if they scorn'd to be the Crowne below But would be compast in an Angels Crowne To make thee Angell-bright in deâ—re renowne Sweet Helicon my Braines quite overflow So shall thy Nectar them intoxicate And with a firy Wreathe bind thou my Brow That mak'st the Muse in Flames to fulminate While She with voice like Thunder rattles forth The Peales of Praises due to Poesies worth From this Foundation might my Muse transcend The ten-â—old Orbs of Heau'n eu'n to his Throne That 's all in All there should these praises end That higher praises might be His alone But such Transcendents are too high to climb For my tir'd Muses Wings that Le ts do lime Yet in my Sconce â— make your Rendeuous All words that may wing Praise with Angels Plumes And Iudgement ioyne them fast with Arts Mouth-gâ—ue That they may hold past Time that all conâ—umes But â— my Will all Words hâ—th ouershoâ— Then let my silence praise what Words cannot 13 WHiles in my Soule I feel the soft warme Hand Of Grace to shaw the Frozen dregs of Sin She Angell arm'd on Edens Walls doth stand To keep out outward Ioyes that would come in But when that holy Hand is â—ane away And that my Soule congealeth as before She outward Comforts seeks with Care each way And runs to meet them at each Sences Doore Yet they but at the first sight only please Then shrink or breed abhor'd Satiety But diuine Comforts far vnlike to These Do please the more the more they stay and Be Then outward Ioyes I inwardly detest Sith they stay not or stay but in vnrest â—4 It 's not Cocytus Riuer of sad teares Nor ought besides that may sense most torment Doth cause the feare of death or life indeeres In Epicures that sensually are bent But t is the relaps into Nullity Which of all griefs and miseries is chiefe To those that scoffe at immortalitie Sith in Not-being's Beings greatest griefe For what ioy is so great but the conceipt Of falling to his Infinition Of blacke Non-essence will confound it streight In those that thinke this life their Portion Sith then their Heau'n on their fraile life depends Their Heau'n must melt when they do minde their ends 15 MEn Worlds of Mould that fil the great Worlds Mold Creep like vile Wormes in whom is nought but Slime To find some Hole wherein to make their Hold VVhich found they fil then restlesse straite they climb Til hauing rais'd themselues about the Ground They open lye to be to dust dissolu'd As litle by great Clods to Dust are ground So Clods resolu'd to climb are soone resolu'd For litle Worlds that would deuour the great Break sith they cannot that huge Masse containe For they that Eat the Earth the Earth wil eat So Earth to quick is quickly dead againe Then in the Earth if Men wil be secure They must like Wormes straite Holes or death indure 16 VVHen Will doth long t'
to the vtmost streind Aboue Delight short of Saciety And are so strong that Enâ—y is constraynd To sâ—y 〈◊〉 hould beyond hir pow'r to trie 〈◊〉 when the Sunne doth in our Zenith light He makes no Shade his Beames descend so right An amorous Colloqui twixt Dorus and Pamela IN a Garden rich of Flowres Walld with Baies and Hawthorn Towres In a Towre the rest forsaking Wo kept Philomela waking Here heard Dorus and his Saint This Birds musicall Complaint VVhile they harkned to her singing Their hands were each other wringing When their Eares were cloid to heare Notes that neuer cloie the Eare Sith Hands Harts did so discouer Dorus thus did Woo his Louer Sweet you see and feeling soe How our Hands and Harts agree And sith Hands and Hartâ— conspier Let vs likewise in Desier Time and Place vs both do woo To do that we needs must do If we will be linkt for euer VVith the Knot that none can seuer Time once past returneth not Place once lost is hardly got Then sith both attend our Pleasure Let vs waite vpon their leisure Think not Lust corrupts my loue Though effects of both I proue Sith that Lust aloue seems acting Where Loue only is Compacting This Coniunction I desire Not to quench vnhallowed sire But sith I would onely owe thee I in loue alone would â—now thee Of himselfe Loue iealous is Lest he should in duty misse Sith it is his bounden duty To do seruice still to Beauty Bound nay treble bound I am By thy Beauty Grace and Fame That no Right should be neglected Due to one so much affected Sith Loue can no better doo Then to make still One of Two That Loue Loue is best acquiting That comes neerest to vniting My Soule from my Lips would flie And of Thine to Thine would hie That their Powres they might be mixing In desire of faster fixing Sith our Soules through Loues desire Labour thus to be intite Oâ—then let our Bodies being Make one Eâ—lence through agreeing So to be is to be One Which is by Conâ—unction One in Spirit and Flesh and either Made by Coupliâ—g fast together This I long for but not long That this should thy Vertue wrong Sith its vertue in affection That desires to make Connexion When desire hath had his will Thou shalt be what thou art still Myne owne life whose fame I tender More then what my life can render My Loue 's Loue whose Obiect is Vertues beauty Beauties blisse Nere made poore for Fleshes pleasure Sith her Meanes are without measure Loue it selfe it selfe doth hate Till it be incorporate With his deere beloued Obiect Raigning in It to It subiect O then Deere more deere to me Then my lifes felicity Yeeld òyeeld without gainesaying Sith that Danger 's in delaying This he said and saying straue To enioy what he would haue Warrd with Fire and Sword of Louers While hir Forces he discouers Forces put in Beauties hand Which rare Vertues did command Wherewith She him so restrayned As the fight grew more vnfained Loth she was to put him back But more lothd hir Houorr wrack Thus while Resolution houerd Resolution He discouerd Spare ò spare my deerest Deere Quoth she to him Victor neere Let me die ere liue deposed Of my Trust in Thee reposed Thee my Loue doth so obay That it hates to say thee nay Did not Vertue bid myne Honor Charge my loue to waite vpon hir T is no seruple loue doth make That thou shouldst such Tribute take Sith thou art my loues true owner But I feare the foilc of Honor. Sweet deere Sweete let be let be VVrong not Right thou hast in mee O! forbeare vncâ—â—ill action Which procureth ciuil faction If the best bloud of my Harte VVould but â—ase thy easiest smart I protest â— would effâ—se it That thou mightst at pleasure vse it Can my Dorus feele annoy And Pamela ease enioy No the smarte of thy least â—inger Galls my Soule lik Conscienâ—e Stinger Arte thou Rackt thy Rack constraines The convulsion of my vaines Wherein flovves the Sanguine Humor That frâ— thee should vvash fovvle Rumor Loue me Sweet but loue me so That me faultlesse thou maist kno So to know me is to know mee Worth the loue which thou dost ow me My Hart shrines thy louiug Hart Still in me thou bideing aâ—t Do not thâ—n polute thy Temple With the â—â—lth of â—owle Example Thou shalt haue me how thou wilt When such Hauing Hath no guilt Bvt if now I should yeeld to thee I should feare I should vndâ— mee Sith I should seem most oâ—scene In thy Soules Eye pure aâ—d cleane If not I should ban my Folly To loue such a soule vnholy Do what ere thou wilt with me So thou make me meet for Thee Thou art good none can mistake Thee Being Noble good then make me I le be Thine while good I am Neuer Thine with euill name Let me glory but in glory Brightâ—ing our Affections Story Yet deere Sweet these Lips of mine Shall still Labour more then thine VVith sweet VVords and sweeter Kisses To misse no ioy but Amisses I will melt with feruor free And infuse my selfe in thee That thou shalt possesse me wholy So thou wilt poss esse me holy I perhaps do wish that done VVhich in Loue we haue begun Blamelesse so to blesse thy Fortune VVith what now thou dost importunc But till then as Reason would Hold thou all that I do hold Thou shalt haue all said shee weeping But what is in Honors keeping O then Sweet perswaded be Witnesse be my Teares with me How lioath I am to displease thee If with honor I could please Thee Hereupon in Dorus Eyes Tâ—aâ—â—s of ioy and gâ—iefe did rise And 〈◊〉 words were islue seeking â—ands hard wrong exprâ—st their speking Yâ—t at last when Passion had 〈◊〉 in being VVoe and glad 〈◊〉 Dorus his Tongue tried To vnsold what it denied While quoth he Pamela deere I thy charming Reasons heare I am so inchanted by them As I want will to deny them But let me ô let me take The deere offer thou didst make VVhich was harmlesse kindest kissing Sith it is my greatest blissing Herewith he her Body clips Sucking Sucket from her Lips Twixt whose sucking all his Speaches Were as sweet as full of breaches Though quoth he and then he kist Sweet I should and then he mist Of what he was then in speaking Kisses still his Speaches breaking Though I say said he yet then Lips fore Tongue and VVit did ren My Lips nere should ceasse to kisse thee My Lips nereshold too much blisse thee Should I life and breath consnme In thy blisfull Breaths perfume I could nâ—uer too much loue Thee Sith as good as kind I proue thee For as in a Glasse I see What I ought to be in thee Sith thou dost my faults Discouer Making me â— perfect Louer I will loue thee â—s I should That is so as Reason would Reason would such diuine Graces Should be loud
Sâ—nce â—or that doth blind the Soule and lame the Mind But must I sensuall 〈◊〉 to seem excus'd â—hen woâ—se and worse falls ouâ— mine ill excuse â—were better say by Loue I am abusd 〈◊〉 I to loue haue offâ—ed much abusâ— Abusd by Loue without my Lustâ— consent That is too strange a strength for Loue or Lust And eithers powr in me is impotent â—oâ— how boileâ— Bloud that long since is addust Wel be it as it may it seems my might Giues way to what it would not what it should Which on the bent of my Minds Motions light Puts these right Lines of Loue which long will hold But iâ— they breake when my Mind is vnbent Now shal they breake for I eu'n now repent Qualis vir talis oratio FAces do not more varrie in their Formes Then Wits in shapes though most be shapelesse Wits For breeding base oft well-shapt Wit deformes So 〈◊〉 comes off comly but by fits And 〈◊〉 oâ—t part are better fed then bred But they that feeding want want Wit and Wealth Then most Mens Wits are most il-fauoured And what they show by Wit they show by stealth Yet many Members oâ— that Blockâ—head Body The Multitude write idly without stint And he that 's not in Pâ—int they hold a Noddy Because themselues are Noddies still in Print Some Ryme in rage which rage puts Reason downe Yet puts not Reason downe in their Rymes rage These Arrs run rough but their Rimes if their owne With reason rnnne like a thwart Marriage Yet if too smooth be this smart Simily Although it be as rough as Rage or VVrack Their Rymes and Reason then runne like a Cry Of brayning Beasts that Rime and Reason lack Yet will they force Minerua not by Arte But forâ—e or feare of their wittes strength or stature For so these Asses weene to take their part So like the Giants â—ight gainst God and Nature Some make in Prose greate Tomes their witâ—s t'intomb To bee as Monuments of Witt for euer Yet sith those Monuments no Witt enwombe Being quite consumed they continue neuer The moâ—'s the pitty that such stately Tombes That of haue* gold without though drosse within Should bee gazd on by Leaâ—â—ings drugging Gromes And by their Engin razd ô dâ—â—dly sinne Minerua bleâ—â—e my Booke Witts Monâ—ment A little Monument for lesser Witt From such vsurpiâ—g Benâ—clarkes violent Lest â—hey pul out Wittes ere 's their turnes to fit Yet will I leaue it them while fearelesse I To â—ury goe in expedition To trie their trúth or taste their Tyranny The woâ—st is Eylesse deposition And if it happ I hope Ile Sion gaine Sith I the Cause of Sion will maintaine When the ritch man speakes euery man holds his tongue and what he saith is praised vnto the Clouds c Ecclus. 13. 24. THe Tongue of tâ—uth hath said hen true it is Though Indigence could speake like Salomon The VVorld is mute or saies he speakes amisâ—e Sith but the golden Asse speaks well alone Thus golden Asses clawd by Claw-backs are Where they do ytch and but for clawing itch Yet like lades pinch each other being baâ—e And so the Riâ—ch are praisd by poore and ritch 〈…〉 Wings of Sunâ—bâ—ight Seraphins 〈…〉 Peâ—s and make them Nectar flow 〈…〉 not gult like Cherubins 〈…〉 in deed but sink in show 〈…〉 World is wise herein Though wise â—â—â—ein more then most wickedly 〈◊〉 Detraction is esteemd no sin So â—hat the great be greatly praisd thereby 〈…〉 greatly praisd when all but Theirs 〈…〉 is how lawdable soere Their 〈◊〉 â—hough Crabs are sweet with Apple squires 〈…〉 for Loue and Loue for meed or feare They may be bold they woâ— well with the poore 〈◊〉 pack-horsâ—s beare when Asses bray Thâ—y 〈◊〉 may wince but they can do no more And for their wincing They on them may lay â—ut heer 's the comfort vpright after â—imes Vpright sith that which Is not no way bends Will Lawrell-Crowne them for their roiall Rimes â—or Enuies selfe Desert if dead commends Then Rimes how ere vnroial run you on You may in time perhaps come neer that Crowne Meane while look for no Coronation â—ut such as Enuy giues high-borne Renowne Yet with your Wit those after times perswade That some were mard perhaps eâ—e al were made Vpon Apparitions in the Night YE gâ—izly Ghosts that walk in shades of Night Like Shades whose Substance though quite Matterlesse The dayly fowle Offender doth aftright Why make ye Darknesse Paper for your Presse Do you imprint in Blacknesse blacker formes Of matters worse or in our Fantaziâ— â—mpresse ye Figures raising Horrors stormes Or how in darknesse come you to the Eye Do you but show or show in Substances Thicken you Aire and so a Shape assume Or creepe you in some Corprall Efâ—ences Or els the Sight deceaue with lesse then Fume And why ô Hell hounds range you in the Night Out of Earthes Center your infernall Hold Lothe ye the Sunne a or is the day too light To do your deeds of Darknesse as ye would Can ye dead Bodies truly actuate And so such Bodies borrow of the Saints Or can ye Wicked Bodies animate So take from God the cause of his Complaints For if you Soules infuse into the iâ—l You are the Father of their Spiâ—ites and God Complaines without cause that â—hey crosâ—e his Will Nor are they vnder naturally his Râ—dd But He it is alone that Soulâ—â— crâ—ates Without whome nought was made that made hath bin And Bodies good and Badd he animates Only he made not Death first made by Sinne. And what is Sinne but only meere Defect So Sinne is nought then nought hath Death begott And Nothing should in sense haue no effect So Sinne and Death Nought made and Nought Is not I would it were not but too true it is But is as Canker doth to Siluer cleaue So you fowle â—iends that loue such Filth as this Do leaue no Sinners that no sinne do leaue The purest Places you do hold an Hell And Places most impure you Heau'n esteeme The one do plague the other please you well And so of deeds of either Kinde you deeme To be among the the deads Graues you are gladd Wherein youâ—seeke their senslesâ—e Bones to griue And loue to rattle them in signe you had The Conquest of Mankind through Adams Eâ—ue So by a Woman your familier Y' are now familier with Men night and Day And which of both Familiers worse do warre With Men and Reason it is hard to say These femine Familiars but too oft Torment vs men as if you friends they were Whose hard harts plac'd in their faire Bodies soft Plague whom that Beauty doth to them indeere Yet some so filthy are that they are best When they are worst that is when fowle defame With vse of trading ill their Trade hath ceast Then with a Pox they liue Chast to their shame Thus haue we got double Familiars Women and Diuels by a VVomans pride Both which familiarly vvage
Agnize Who in his youth grew quickly old in grace With GOD and Man for GOD and Man was HEE Baptis'd by him which made and gaue Him place That HEE to all might Pieties Patterne bee Conquering his FLESH with fasting uncoâ—strain'd The World with meeknesse and the Fiend with 〈◊〉 And when the WEEKS of DANIELL end attainâ—d Heâ—â—â—light and sought RIGHTS Ruines to repaire Sometimes with Words that wonder-mazed men Sometimes with Deedes that Angels did admire With mercy still with Iustice seldome when He made as HEE was God and man entire He tought EARTH Truth and HELL to know her error He showed the MEEDE ordainâ—d for Good and Bad Then to confirme All to All 's ioy and terror Hee calmâ—d the Elements reform'd the madd Heald all Diseases brought to life the Dead The quickt ' obedience secret thoughts to light To Sinnes restraint or to be banished And lastly to the Deuil feare and flight These Notwithstanding and much more then these For all the World the Books would not comprise That of his Acts should hold the working-Seas Which to a boundlesse Magnitude do risel Hee was alas when he had vnder-gon All Paines and Passions Sin all onely saud Proper to Man yet had his God-head showne By his owne People scorned and depraud Yea by his owne his owne chiefe Officer Iudas betraying Him He was accusd Arraignd condemnd bound seurgd hald here and there With Thorns Crownd crucified and worse abusd So He All being fulfild the Sun obsurd The Earth all quaking Graues self-opening And NATVRES Frame dissoluing Death endurd Life thereby to his Enemies to bring Then being interd loost Hell and rose againe In triumph hauing conquerd Death and Sin And forty Daies with HIS on Earth did raigne A Man-GOD glorifid without and in And of his age the three and thirtith Yeare He in the sight of his Saints did assend To Heaun with glory triumph ioy and cheere And sits on his right Hand that Him did send From whence being now our Spokes-man He shal come When all this All shall melt in funerall fire On Quick and Dead to giue his finall Doom When as their Works shal be shal be their Hire Then Good and Bad diuided endlesly The Worle refind and all things put in frame To this greate Iudge the totall EMPERY Shal bee giu'n vp of this Great-double FRAME To whome Celestiall and Terrestriall Knees And Knees infernall shall for euer bow And eu'ry Tongue confesse and Eye that sees That HEE is All in All in High and Low Vnto His glory that VVas is and shall In all Aeternity bee ALL in All I long for Life vnlike to Death SO runnes the Tenor of the Treble Ills Existing by the Meane of three fel Foes The Flesh the World the Deuill euer spills Vs miserable miserable Men with mortal Bloes Yet like Fiends taking pleasure but in paine In paine that to noe perfect profit tends We seeke to rule and if we can to raigne And rule and raigne but for vnruly Ends O Rest the Image of that Saboth sweete VVherein sweete Saints do from their Labours rest O riche repose of Spirit for Angells meete How do I toile to bee of Thee possest Then Slouth it is not that delights my VVill Nor would mine Vnderstanding idle bee But both desire to bee in Action still Yet rest in action like the Trinitie The Date of my lifes Lease is neere expird Yet labour I for life sith still I swimme In Sorrowes Seas as one as neerely tride As hee is neere the Bottome or the Brym I scarse can keepe me Head aboue the VVaues VVith all my Laboures my Starres are so crosse Yea vnder VVater oft my Science saues From Death my Life which Stormes of Troubles tosse But as the Deluge swelling more and more Made th'Arke thereby to Heau'n-warde mount a pace So when Afflictions VVaues increase their Store They lift me vp thereby the more to Grace Yet as they multiplie their struggle so That they turmoile my Bodie toyle my Mynd For both in anguishe flote when Sorrowes flo And sorrowes flow from Fortunes Ebbe by kind So that I cannot yet that Rest attaine Which my poore Soule and Spirit so requires I longing labour for it yet in vaine For base Defect withstands my high Desires And by how much the more for it I longe So much the more I do Worlds weale neglect Wherein my selfe and my Desires I wrong That are the more supprest by that Defect I was not moulded sure in earthlie Mould Though of the Filth thereof my Fleshe was fram'd For if I were then sure it fitt mee should But nothing lesse whereof I am asham'd I see some Men who when wee weigh their Witt Wee as miraculous their wealth admire To this Worlds Mould do make them selues as fitt As if their VVitt and Mettall were all Fire Yea some meere Blocks that are as bluut as base Rise from still lying but in Duâ—t and Dung To high estate which standeth with therir Case Though Fate through too much right them too much wrong Yet I whose Braines are plac'd in betteâ— Cells And haue the influence of clearer light Can compas nothing by Wits magick-Spells These charming Numbers but mine ovvne delight I stoln am from my self by nine svveet Queenes Who do predominate my Witt and Will While Time steals from me both my Life and Meanes And leaues mee nought to liue with but my Skill Yet from Times Wings I steale his blackest Plumes The Night to rest in motion of my Muse And til my Witt by â—tealth of Time consumes In spight of VVant this wealth of VVitt I le vse And with Aurora raiser of the Muse I le wake if Rests friend Sleepe should rest mine Eyes To steale from Time what I may iustlâ—e vse So to supplie Times want with 's owne Supplies And for the Stuffe whereof I le draw my Lines It shall bee such as from his Throne shall come VVhose Muse-immortalizing Spirit them twines And Silkeworme like I le worke me in my Tombe VVhere though I poore VVorme from my Labours rest My VVorks well wou'n by some more dextrous VVitt May line perhapps the Note-bookes of the best Yea for Apparrell of the Mind be fitt And though the Viperous Iron Teeth of Time May gnaw away to wrack through my VVorks VVombe Yet if my Spirit thereby aboue Him climbe Lett my Lines ruynd bee to giue Him Roome For though content I could bee dead to liue In Fames strongst Fort though Paper be the VVall And Sense of Fame my life cannot suruiue Yet if I rise thereby lett my Fame fall For what feeles Naso that a VVorke compos'd That liues and shall till Time bee Toothlesse quite Sith heeâ—s disposd where now hee 's indisposd To feele a VVinde that is so vaine and light Yet heerâ—s the VVinde that beares the VVorld away Though it bee weaker then the lightest Mynd Then weake is That so weake a Winde doth swaie And â—ie they oughâ— that liue but for such Winde But