deeds hold The twigs of the rod of war wherewith God scourgeth a want nation into repenâ—nce When the sword is once drawn he wisheth all scabbards cut in pieâ—â— Soul The heavenly spark the better part of man Of a fair lodging brighâ—er guest The bodies inmate The rationall and nobler part The bodies Tenant The best first part the Monarch of the breast The bodies best perfume Souls departed Spirits which have thrown away All their envious weights of clay And by their glorious troops supply The glorious winged Hierarchy Whom their great Creators sight Inebriateth with delight Spirits imparadised Freed souls Uncaged spirits Flidge souls that leave their shells Uncased unorganed unsheathed souls Ghosts repurified unhoused uncloathed souls That have put on the glistering Pall Of immortality That clothed be In garments wove of immortality Divorced infranchised refined souls That have put off their gowns of clay Harsh sound The bells in pestilence ne'r made like sound The croaking raven or the engendring toad The mandrakes shriek not half so harsh Killing accents No harsher news did ever strike the ear Heart-wounding news Sinking the soul with the report Where truth is worse than any forgeriâ— Where we may curse the mouth that doth not lie Where fame goes off with a most sad report Oh wound us not with sad a tale for bear To presse our grief too much we cannot hear This all at once such heavy news as these Must gently sink into us by degrees Let us digest This first then try our patience with the rest Practise us first in lighter griefs that we 〈◊〉 grow at last strong for this Tragedy 〈◊〉 it in whispers and uncertainty â— some new unauthoriz'd bâ—zze without â—â—ason or warrant to confirme our doubt South Where Auster vailes â—â—d heavens with clouds and earth with showers assails Sew The cunningest painter might have learn'd of her needle which â—â—h so pretty a manner made his careere to and froâ— through the â—â—h as if the needle would have been loth to have gone from such â—â—istresse but that it hoped to returne thitherward very quickly aâ—in the cloth looking with many eyes upon her and lovingly emâ—â—acing the wounds she gave it the shears were also at hand to beâ—â—d the silk that was grown too short And if at any time she 〈◊〉 it to her mouth to bite it off it seemed that where she had been â—â—g making roses with her hands she would in an instant make â—â—ses with hâ—r lips the lillies seemed rather to have whitenesse of â—e hand that made them than the matter they were made of and 〈◊〉 they grew there by the suns of her eyes refreshed by that aire â—hich an unawares sigh might bestow upon them Like artificial Gods creating flowers Sparke â—s fire his strength being wasted hides his head â—n the white ashes sleeping though not dead Who ever saw a dying sparke of fire â—â—ke in warme embers till some breath inspire â—â—orc't revival how obscure it lies And beeing blowne glimmers awhile and dies â—â—eping in his ashy bed Speake To breake the yeilding aire His tongue begun his taske His lipâ— he thus unlocks unsealâ— â—o present the aire with To saluâ—e the ears To cloath the thoughts in airy garments To forme a speech to shape a voice And wings gave to this speech To digest his thoughts in words As if a God did break The aire amongst us and vouâ—hsafe to speak He straight divides The portals of his lips and thus replâ—'d His lips such accents break To unseal the red virgin wax To break the bars of silence Open once more those rosie twins Opâ—ning the cherrie of her lips The conceptions of the mind discharge their birth Spider Industrious Spinster That weaves the waving tiffany That on high rafters layes her thin spun net To catch the buzzing flie That weaves her own Lawn hanging canopie Ingenious spinner twining with her feet What from her bowels comes Spinne To twine the carded wooll The carded wooll With following twine their busie fingers pull And with soft murmures draw the teased wool From their small spindles twerl the twining thread A Spring or Fountain Chrystall riverlings purl on the pebbles The lesser daughters of the sea Edged with poplar trees Where Chrystal springs do wooe the meeker ground And makes the pebbles dance unto their sound The Chrystall spring Got newly from the earths imprisoning The Chrystall current of the plains The water turns in many a ring As if it staid to hear the wood quire sing The water so transparent pure and clear That had the self enamour'd boy gaz'd here So fatally deceiv'd he had not been While he the bottome not his face had seen A Chrystall rill Gently diâ—burd'ned from a swelling hill Which from the green side of a flowry bank Eat down a channell where the wood nymphs drank That smileth as she floats And in her face so many dimples show And often skips as it did dancing go Whose fretful waves beating against the hill 〈◊〉 all the bottom with soft mutterings fill The murmuring brooke That wantons through the meadowes Sweet springs in which a thousand nimphes did play â—oft rumbling brooks that gentle slumber drew By whose falls â—elodious birds sing madrigalls â— babling spring that trips upon the stones â—nd with soft murmure rocks the sence asleepe The Christal Nymph The flowing deity â— bubling spring with streams as clear as glasse â—n chiding by enclos'd with matted grasse A Chrystal spring Presenting the impartial shapes of things The spring â—regnant with flowers now the spring Like a new bride appears â—hose feather'd musick only bring Caresses and no requiem sing On the departed year The earth like some rich wanton heire Whose parents conffind lie â—orgets it once lookt pale and bare And doth for vanities prepare As if spring nere would die â—hen temperate breath â—â—es to the glad fields truitful birth â—h ' enamour'd spring soft blushâ—s blowes Upon the roses cheeks The south inspires Life in the spring and gathers into quires The scaâ—ter'd nightingales Now th' astonisht spring â—ears in the aire the feather'd people sing The easie spring â—â—icht with odours wantons on the wing â—f th' Easterne wind â—â—ir Mistresse of the earth with garlands crown'd 〈◊〉 out her flowry wealth The trees put on their leavy hats Then glad earth gives new liveries to the trees When sturdy Aries ushers in the spring Now each creature joyes the other Passing happy dayes and houres One bird reports unto another In the fall of silver showers Whilst the earth our common mother Hath her bosome deckt with flowers Whilst the greatest tofch of heaven Wâ—th bright raies warmes Flora's lap Making nights and daies both even Chearing plants with fresher sap When proud pyde April drest in all his trim Hâ—th put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laught and leapt with him The summers front The foyzen of the year When nightingales do hush the silent night When nightingales do sing the sun asleepe And a wild
crazie now being she is grown thus cold But frost 's not all our grief we that so sore â—ffer its stay fear its departure more For when that leaves which so long hath stood 'T will make us count from since the second Flood Frown The Hieroglyphick of anger and deniall T' unsmooth the forehead with observ'd distast Furrowing the forehead with an unseen plow To fold the brow in angry frowns The tempest of the face the discontented brow To muffle up the face in frowns The hated strangers fee. The cloud that hangs upon the brow A forehead gathered into frowns A look drest up in frowns â— Brow knit up in clouds of wrath â— Brow whereon dwells anger â—corn fits in state upon his â—urly Brow â— vineger verjuice face To wear a frown upon the brow â—uffled his brow like a new boot Contracted brow To purse the brow To furrow up the face The rising furrows in the brow The sour countenance More angry wrinckles on his brow appear â—han hunted lions in their Fury were Fruit. Summers pregnant treasures Tribute Autumnes burdens The dangling pendants of the trees Pomona's jewels Fruitfull Natures chiefest wardrobe no other soil Doth more reward the industrious plowmans toil With rich encrease no other pastures keep More horned heads more wealthy fleeced sheep Where the bleating flocks And horned herds do graze the labouring ox Wearied in those fat furrows ne'r deceives Hopes which the greediest husbandman conceives Whose tender paps with plenty overflow Fury v. Anger Rage Furies Daughters to old night The Nymphs of Nemesis In snaky curls they twist their dreadfull hair Whose tresses dangle down with hissing snakes And crawling adders with their forked tongues The sisters with their hissing hair Who on the faces of the guilty stare With dreadfull Torches infernall Harpieâ— Eumenedes With snaky curls that on the guilty seise Black midnight imps Erynnis had encompass'd all The Town her snakie hairs and burning brand Shaking us when she rul'd Agave's hand Oâ— the self-mainâ—'d Lycurgus The sullen broods of evil spirits Upon her horrid brows did serpents hisse Her komb kemb'd poyson down Whose scourges wound All guilty souls A sulphureous vapour from her eys possest the fair And sweet complexion of the abused air With pestilence The ghastly Sprites that haunt the gloomy night Black Pluto's messengers Posts Executioners Snake trest sisters with knotted whips of wire Malignant Spirits periwig'd with Snakes Hells hatefull hags Murthering Ministers that in their silent substances Wait on natures mischief Unhallowed hags fell Ministers of fate The diâ—e Tartarean monsters hating light Begot by dismal Erebus and night The Jades That drag the tragick melancholly night V. Virgils Alecto Aen. 7. V. Sands Ovids Met. l. 4. p. 141. Lucans Phemon lib. 5. And with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Clip dead mens bones and from their misty jaws Breath forth contagious darknesse in the air Megaera Alecto Tisiphone Furious v. Angry Mad. VVho would have seen the picture of Alecto or with what manner of conutenance Medea kill'd her own children needed but take his face for the full satisfaction of his knowledge in that point Nor Dindimenian nor the Pythian Priest Are wiâ—h such Fury by their gods possess'd Nor Bacchides nor Corybantes so VVhen on shrill brasse they iterate their blow G. Gale v. Wind. VVhispering Gale A Came dallying with the leaves along the Dale VVhich whispers out its tale In such soft language as but fills the sail The flitting Gales That cool the bosome of the fruitfull Vales. Natures soft fan The airs cool whispers Soft spirits of the air The wind pants out small gusts as out of breath Gamester Blacking the night with oathes and imprecations Spending the day In cursing fortune and his fruitlesse play That civil gun-powder which can in peace Blow up whole houses and their whole increase Thâ—t spends his time In oaths and exclamations on his fate That makes his whole estate a lottery Bewitched with their hopes they nere give ore Looking to gain their own or to win more There is but a cast at dice betwixt him and a beggar Ganimed Joves beauteous Catamite Whom Joves majestick bird to heaven trust up To â—iâ—gle nectar in his genial cup. From Ida's shady top Juno's fair rival Garden v. flowers Pleasant place Garland v. Crown Leavie twines wreathes Flowry chaplets Verdant incirclets Glorious impalement of the brow Garments Vestment habits habiliment array raiment livery robes mantles garbe weeds vestures The bodies sheath scabbard Fairest covers of the foulest shame Foule fair marks of our misery Gemmes The pibbles paving Neptunes court The riches of the unsounded deep That gay purchase which doth make The scorched Negro dive the briny lake As rich a gemme As ere enamoured glorious diadem Bâ—ight gemmes Adding new splendour to the diadems The wealthy store Of Ganges and the Erythrean shore Such Cleopatra wore When she first Caesar met The rich seas spoiled store The pride of natures store Rich spoyles of the Eastern shore Shell-fish spoiles What the diving Mooâ—e ' Mongst the red weeds seeks for in th'Easterne shore Some ly in dead mens skulls and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabite there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes Reflecting gemmes That wooe the slimy bottom of the deep And mock the dead bones that ly scattered by Rescued from the covetous sand To make the seas hid wealth adorne the land And though the Sun did hold his light away You might behold this gemme by its own day Which impart To wondering eyes the workmans art That which the Sultans glistering bride doth wear To these would but as glow-wormes eyes appear The Tuscan Duke's compared showes thick and dark These lâ—ving stars and his a dying spark Ghosts v. Souls departed Dislodged soules Airy shapes Fleeting shades Airy mockeries Unsubstantial phantasmes Sightlesse substances Cold midnight wanderers Glad This day I received my private Gospel Swell swell my joyes and faint not to declare Your selves as ample as your causes are I did not live till now this my first houre Wherein I see my thoughts reacht by my power The earth receives me not 't is aire I tread And each step that I take my advanced head Knocks out a star in heaven More glad than is The teeming earth to see the long'd for Sun Peep through the hornes of the celestial ram My joyes like waves each other overcome And gladnesse drowns where it begins to flow It is the only way to make me contradict my selfe when I accountâ— my selfe miserable I have not any discontent which is not lost in the joy I receive This sweetnesse all the bitternesse of my spirit in my most sensâ—ble dâ—stasts Eenough to blot out all the story of my misfortune I surfeit with excessive joy Can there be a thing Under the heavenly Iris that can bring More joy unto my soul or can present My Genius with a fuller blandishment The raven almost famisht joyes not more When restlesse billowes tumble to the
airy hunter The insulting tyrant of the aire The airy pyrate Rover. Head Crest sommet globe of wonder That doth contain All sence and fountain of all sence the brain Health My pulse beats musick and my lively blood Danceth an healthful measure Whose brow no wrinkle bears Whose cheeks no palenesse in whose eyes no tears But like a child shee 's pleasant quick and plump She seems to fly to skip to dance and jump And lifes bright brand in her white hand doth shine The Arabians bird rare plumage platâ—ed fine Serves her for surcoate and her seemly train Mirth exercise and temperance sustein Whose humours in sweet temper ly With undisturbed harmony The humours calme Hear To salute the ear To be presented to the ear To strike to beat the ear To entertain the attentive ear To glad the ear To wound to stab the ear Hearken v. Attend. To grace with attention To lend a willing yeilding ear To lend soft audience Afford the speakers tongue an ear Heart The busie furnace The spring of heat and life The anvile on which all the thoughts do beat The bodies sun The seat of passions The soules throne The minthouse of affections Heat Hot. The suns offensive rage Hot as the scalding ray Which Phoebus darts when he divides the day Into its equal halfes Hot as the torrid zone Burning with a calenture So hor was the Tyrinthian when he wore The poison'd shirt washt in the Centaures gore So burning Phaeton when he did drive The flaming chariot My bulke to Aetna turnes And all her flames pent in my bosome burne I dare that fire it self for heat provoke That chambers in the skie Like flames of burning sulphur Acheron Phlcgethon Hot as a burning feaver As Perillus bull Seething boyling soultry stewing baking brewing frying roasting broyling parching scorching burning flaming chased smoaking sweating reeking glowing findging scalding Hot as the flaming furnace Heaven The Olympick Hall Joves white hall The starty vault The stately palace of the Gods The spangled canopy The airy battlements Star-spotted-spangled-powdered-checkered-embroyderered curtains carpets books The azure circle Upper loft Christal map The highest chamber story gallery The glistering circles of the skie The rolling globe The Chrystal sphears arches The azure tester trimm'd with golden sparks The starry seeling The rich pavillion of the Gods The Chrystal rafters of the skie The vast extensious of the skie The blew rafters of the spangled skies The spangled mansion of the stars Heavens gilt azure cope Joves high turrets The glorious roofe the star-enamelled vault The starry court of Jove The vault of stars The starry round Heavens shining bauldrick The azure-spangled regions The Christal throne The starry round That house of purer bodies tenanted The rapid orbes that bear The changing seasons of the year On their swift wings Silver chime Moving with melodious time The silver pages of that book Where stars are golden letters Glory's magazin Starry towers Celestial bowers Saphire rafters of the skies The whirling poles That dance their daily galiard Majestick roofe fretred with golden fire Harmonious orbes that roul In restlesse gyres about the Artick pole Hector Andromache's stout husband Priams tall son Priams valiant son The Grecians hate and fear Till he that was their fear became their scorne And slain was by Aeâ—onian horses torne Hecuba Priams sad wife Hectors unhappy mother Great Dima's daughter Priams fruitful wife That gave the all illustrious Hector life That scratcht out Polymnestors eyes Buried with stones upon her flung Yet first reveng'd with curses of her tongue Whom raging grief converted to a bitch Ulysses scorned lot Unhappy Queen VVhich after she so much of joy had seen Had life by fates unkindest kindnesse lent To see her daughters impious ravishment Her sons untimely fate her husband die And roll'd in blood before Joves altar lie Polyxena dear issue of her wombe A sacrifice upon Achilles tombe And which was worse than all shee saw before The livelesse corps of her young Polydore Helen v. Beautifull The beauty of whose cheeks Brought against Troy the army of the Greeks Paris unhappy bride Leda's fair daughter That charming beauty free from tainting spot Worthy of Jove if not by Jove begot The twin-brothers pride Hell Sad Averno's strand The depths to heaven-oppos'd Pluto's sad monarchy The shady coast Pluto's wide-door'd house The damned dismal mansion The darksome plashie lake of Acheron The silent deeps And horrid shades where sorrow never sleepes Pluto's pale kingdome Dungeon Blind caves of Dis. The gloomy dwellings of the damned spirits Where Demogorgon's in dull darknesse pent Where hideous Chaos keepes Pluto's grizly band A land where death confusion endlesse night And horrour reign where darnesse is their light The infern I vault The dolorous mansion Where Styx the old grandame of the Gods doth lie That dungeon where the damned souls are shut The pooles of scalding oyle and sulphure The burning wheele turned round in flames In burning beds of steele the damned lie Where Sâ—syphus his restlesse torments rolls Roasted in sulphure And washt in deep vast gulphs of liquid fire The black empire The ugly baleful bower The loathsome kingdom Pâ—uto's empty regiment Tâ—'accurst aboades monsions The gloomy empire of th' infernal king The unamiable realm The realms to day unknown The dreadful house of Austere Pluto Where Tantalus doth ever dread The falling stone that hangs upon his head There are those youthful sisters which in vain Powre water still into that fatal tun Which is as empty as when they begun There Centaures there the hissing Hydra stands Scylla Briarius with his hundred hands Fire-arm'd Chymera's Harpies full of rape Snaky hair'd Gorgons Gerions triple shape There all the furies daughters to old night Implacable and hating all delight Before the adamantine doors do sit And there with combes their snakie curles unknit The dungeon of the damned this is nam'd Here Tityus for attempted rape defam'd Hath his vast body on nine acres spread And on his heart a greedy vulture fed Ixion turn'd upon a restlesse wheele With giddy head pursues his flying heele v. Stix Cocitus Phlegethon Acheron Ixion Tityus Belides Tantalus Geryon Cerberus Furies Pluto Proserpine Helmet Nodding a terrour to the foe with plumed crests The plumed caske The Souldiers warlick maske The shining caske The armed heads defence Hercules The bold Tyrinthian Hero He who bears the dreadful club Whom twice six labours deified Proud Alâ—mena's son Fair Alâ—mena's son Joves great laborious son That wore the fatal shirt VVhite-anckled Hebe's spouse VVhose shoulders did sustein The world nor shrunk beneath so great a fraught To strangle serpents was his cradle sport VVho when he saw the Thracian horses feast VVith humane flesh their mangers overthrew And with the steeds their wicked master slew Joves cruel wife was sooner weary to impose Than he was to performe VVhose garment that he wrapt his body in VVas glorious spoiles the Nemean Lyons skin The injur'd worlds revenger and his own First he the grim Cleonian Lyon
Did light those beamy stars which greater light did dâ—rk Now each thing that enjoy'd that fiery quickning spark Which life is call'd were mov'd their spirits to repose And wanting use of eyes their eyes began to close A silence sweet each place with one consent embraâ—'â— A musick sweet to one in careful musing plac't And mother earth now clad in mourning weeds did breath A dull desiâ—e to kisse the image of our death Earth thing with her black mantle night doth sconce Saving the glow-worme which would courteous be Of that small light of watching shepheards see The welkin had full niggardly inclos'd In coffâ—r of dim clouds his silver groates When Phaebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watry glasse Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grasse Night that from eyes their busie function takes The ear more quick of apprehension makes Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sence But paies the hearing double recompence Borne by swift dragons in an Ebon coach The creeping murmure and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe The Churchyards yawne and hell it selfe breaths out Contagion to this world When the Diurnal Charirioter had set His fierie brasse-hooâ—'d coursers to their meat And o'r his golden glistering locks had spread The jetty hangings of his sable bed Lights sable Coffin buries up the day The night close mouâ—ner for the dying light Bedews her cheeks with tears When the wearied Sun is gone to rest And darknesse made the worlds unwelcome guest The sable mantle of the silent night Shut from the world the ever joysome light Care flâ—d away and softest slumbers please To leave the Court for lowly Cottages Now when the night her sable wings had spread And sleep his dew on pensive mortals shed When visions in their aâ—rie shapes appear Wild boars foâ—sake their densâ—on woody hills And sleightfull otters left the purling rills Rooks to their nests in high woods now were flung And with their spread wings shield their naked young When thieves from thickets to the crosse way stirre And terrour frights the lonely passenger â—en nought was heard but now and then the howl â—f some vâ—le Curre or whooping of the owl â—w the hungry lion roars â—d the wolf beholds the Moon â—hilst the heavy Plow-man snores â— with weary task foredon â— the wasted brands do glow â—ile the screâ—ch owl screeching loud â—s the wretch that lies in woe â— remembrance of a shrowd V. Moon Stars Sleep Midnight â—ow it is the time of night â—t the graves all gaping wide â—y one lets forth hiâ— spright â—n the Church yard paths to glide â—ow o'â— one half of the world â—chie darknesse round is hurl'd â—aâ—ures seem dead and wicked dreams abuse â—he curtain'd sleep now witchcraft celebrates â—ale Hecaâ—'s offerings â—he owl is abroad the Bat and the Toad â— And so is the Cat a Mountain â—he Ant and the Mole â—it both in an hole And the frog peeps out of the fountain â—imes dead low water when all minds devest To morrows businesse The noon of night When stars begin to stoop Tâ—e stars had reach'd their middle height When Titans ray Gâ—ves the Antipodes their noon of day When morrals have Their Buâ—ial in their voluntary grave Bed â—y this the feathered Bellman of the night â—nt â—orth his midnight summons to invite â—ll eyes to slumber When far spent night perswades each mortall eye To whom nor art nor nature granâ—eth light To lay his then mark wanting shafts of sight Clos'd with their quivers in sleeps armourâ—e The noontide of th' Antipodes The deep of night is crept upon our talk The dead wast of the night The aged night is now grown gray The midnight bell Doth with his iron tongue and brazâ—n mouth Sound on unto the drowsie race of death The gaudy day Is crept into the bosome of the sea And now loud houling wolves aroâ—se the Jades That drag the Tragick melancholy night Who with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Clip dead means bones and from their misty jawes Breath foule contagious darknesse in the aire The deepest silence of the night And Luna in her crescent shined bright Now 't was still night and weary limbes at ease Slept sweetly woods were husht and calme the seas When the still night did gently kisse the trees And they did make no noise The moone-light sweetly sleeps upon the bankes Nightingale Making a thorne her prick-song booke Woods musicks king The forrest harmelesse Syren Inchanting Syrens of the aire Warbling Philomel The forrest Lutinist The yearly Augut of the spring Nilus Whose streams a thousand waies In winding tracks and wanton turnings plaies On Aegypts fertile brest Which with his amorous folding armes doth seeme T' embrace smal â—slands whilst his silver stream From several channels of it selfe doth meete And oft it self with wanton kisses greet The seven horn'd river paper-bearing stream Whose fruitful inundation Aegipt with plenty crownes The streams of Nile Augmented by the weeping Crocodile Nimble v. Swift So free from dregs of earth that you would think Hâ—s body were assum'd and did disguise Some one of the celestial Hierarchies Their very first matter was quicksands Nimble as fiery elves â— if their veins ran with quick-silver â—pricious spirits a vein of Mercury in his feet â—ike subtle snakes can almost skip out of his skin That can rise â—nd stoop almost together like an arrow â—oot through the air as nimbly as a star 〈◊〉 short as doth a swallow and be here â—nd there and here and yonder all at once Born Like Iphichus upon the tops of corn Nimble as winged hours â—o dance and caper o'r the â—ops of flowers And ride the sun-beams Niobe VVhom all might call The happiest mother that yet ever brought Life unto light had not heâ— self so thought Of late envâ—'d by those That were her friends now pitied by her foes The weeping marble Never fate Pâ—oduc'd a greater Monument Of slipperie heights and prides descent A sepâ—lchre without a body A body without a sepulcher â— Body and sepulcher unto her self She that was made to know The utmost heavenly smiles or frowns could do Noah's Ark. Holy Janus soveraign boaâ— Where Churches and all Monarchies did float Tâ—at swimming Colledge and free hospitall Of all Mankind that cage and vivarie Of fowls and beasts in whose womb destiny â—s and our latest nephews did install The floating park That did all kinds and shapes imbark The sacred Aâ—go Noon What time the Sun doth dine The highest tide and flow of light The summer of the day The head-strong day The parted day in equall ballance held And now the Sunne the shortest shadows made Now East and West the equall sun partakes Now Phoebus with inflaming eye doth view The crannied earth Now Titan bore his equall distant sight Betwixt foregoing and ensuing lighâ— When Phoebus from the height of all the skie Beholds the East and West with equall eye When as the high pitch'd Sun invades The Earth with hottest beams and shortest shades
sudden fear his bloudlesse veins did fill â—in a shivering extaâ—ie I stood â— knees are mutual anvils â— as the guilty prisoner fearfull standâ— â—ding his fatal Theta in the brows â— him who both his life and death commands â— from his mouth he the sad sentence knows â—iking through her limbs she finds â—e leaves saluted by the winds Queen â— partner of the throne â— Princely consort of the royall bed â— She from whose blessed wombs increase â—es present joy and future ages peace Quiver â—arrows ivory garden Clattering hinges â— painted prison of the darts â— archers Magazine The Nymphs bright armoury R. Rage v. Anger Fury HIgh wrought blood Her face deck'd anger anger deck'd her face So ran distracted Hecuba along the streets of Troy Rain The muffled heavens dissolve themselves in tears Sad issue of the weeping air The watry issue of the falling cloud Big bellied clouds delivered of their load Empty their watry womb water still'd in heavens great Limbecâ— The liquid silver from the welkin gushâ—ing The straining of the squeezed cloâ—ds spungie cloud The falling rain That gives green Liveries to the Plains The spungie clouds grown big with water Throw their conception on the worlds Theater Down from the hills the rained waters roar Whilst every leaf drops to augment their store The moist conception of big-bellied clouds The hand of heaven the spungie cloud doth strain And throws into earths lap a shower of rain When the assembling clouds do meet and pour Their long provided sury in one showr Congealed vapours melt again Extenuated into drops of rain Now Cynthia her full horns Doth spend in showers The South winds tear The showring clouds Jove unlocks the clouds The issue of the melting cloud That which the clouds congealed bowells keep The watâ—y burden of the groaning clouds Jove opes the showry flood-gates of the Skies Jove opes the Cataracts of heaven The heavens set ope their sluces Disgorging of the drunken cloud The justling winds shatter the brittle sides Of spungie clouds and make them weepe That in a gentle shower Drop tears into the bosome of the flowers The lost clouds power â—â—â—o the sea their uselesse shower Drenching showers Which thickned aire from her black bosome poures â—ad clouds with frequent tears thâ—mselves impaire Rainebow v. Iris. So waâ—â—y clouds gilt by Apollo show The vast skie painted with the arched bow The many-colour'd messenger that here â—oth disobey the wiâ—e of Jupiter Who with her saâ—â—ron wings upon the flowers â—â—â—â—useth honey drops refreshing showers And with each end of her blew bow doth crowne The buskie acres and the unshrub'd downe The painted cloud which formes Thauâ—â—antias bow The painted bow which so adoâ—â—es the skies And in one arch doâ—h boast so many dies Thaumantes painted daughter Heavens enameâ—'d Arras That sacrament which doth the earth assure A second deluge it shall nere endure In whâ—se many colouâ—'d hue Here we see wâ—tchet deepned with a blew There a darke tawny with a purple mixt â—ealow and flame with streaks of greene betwixt A bloody stream into a blushing run And ends still with the colour which begun Drawing the deeper to a lighter staine â—â—inging the lightest to the deeâ—'st again With such rare art â—ach mingles with his fellow The blew with watchet green and red with yellow â—ike to the changes which we daily see â—bout the doves neck with vâ—rieâ—y Where none can say though he it strict attends Here one begins and there another ends Ram. Which whilst they butting stand â—aise from their feet a cloud of numeâ—ous sanâ— The captain of the â—leecie traine Which back retire To come again with her more impetuous ire Rash A man too quick for himself Whose actions put a leg still before his judgement and out run it Every hot fancy or passion is the signal that sets him forward and his reason comes still in the reare One that hath brain enough but not patience to disgest a businesse and stay the leasure of a second thought All deliberation is to him a kind of sloth and freezing of action He does not enter but throwes himselfe upon althings A man whom fortune must go against much to make him happy for if he suffer'd his owne way he is undone Raven Which seldome boading good Croake their black auguâ—ies from some dark wood Read To travel over with the eyes Her eyes these lines acquainted with her mind Had scarcely made Reap The sweatfull harvester with bubling brow Doth reap the interest of his painful plow The reaper panting both with heat and pain With crooked raisor shaves the tufted plain The industâ—ious harvester Scoâ—ched all day with his own scalding hear Shaves with keene syth the glory and delight Of motly meadowes Reason Queen Regent of the sences The soules eye The Queen that rules the commonalty of passionâ— Rebellion Atheisme against Gods on earth Open treason None his ensignes bore But who the badge of some knowne mischief wore Recreation A second creation when wearinesse hath almost annihilated our spirits The soules breathing almost stâ—fled with continual businesse Labours sauce Labours allay Delightful physick Waking sleepe Pleasing cordial Red. Purple crimson scarlet damaske blushing Stammel vermillion coral cherry ruby Red as the blushing rose Reede Dancing unto the musick of the wind The winds gugaw bable Dâ—nglâ—ng fringes of the banks Report v Fame When same the wide-mouth'd daughter of the earth Newly disburdned of her plumed birth From all her turrets did her wings display And pearched in the ears of c. Earths black babling daughter she that hears And vents alike both truth and forgeries â—â—â—ering often cheâ—per than she buyes She spread the pinions of her nimble wiâ—gs Advanc't her trumpet and away she springs And fills the whispering aire which soon pâ—ssâ—st The spacious borders of th' enquiring east Fame sounds with brazen breath Fame fills With his report one of her listening quisâ—s The lavish breath of fame Gives language to her trumpet and proclaimes That lying gossip Blatant beast That Mushrom growing without roote Creeps through a village goes through a towne runs through a city flies thâ—ough a country the farther the â—â—ster Encreasing snowball Resurrection When the loud trumpe â—all wake the sleeping ashes from the dumpe Of their sad urne that blessed day wherein The glorified metamorpâ— of'd skin Shall circumplexe and terminate that fresh And new refined substance of the flâ—sh And the transparent flâ—sh discharg'd from groans And pains shall hang upon new polishâ— bones When as the body shall reentertain The cleansed soul and never part again When as the soul shall by a new indenture Possess her new built house come down and enter When as the body and the soul shall plight Inviolable faith aâ—â—â—ever fight When death shall be exil'd and damn'd to dwell Wâ—â—hin her proper and true center hell Revenge Now had Rhamnusian Nemesis possâ—st In all her blackest formes the vengefull brest Of fierce c. Burnt with revengefull fury Then fury
flime Are bred might all have been combin'd in him Nor could Medusa's head had all the blood In one place faln produce a greater brood Whose speckled belly with more spots is deckt Than various Theban Marble takes Ennamell'd skin Which hissing from his den appears Amazing both at once the eyes and ears Fire from his threatning eyes like lightning shoâ— And Stygian blasts exhal'd from his dire throat Snow In silver flakes an heavenly wooll doth fall The feather'd rain The hoarie heaps The silver gray which shivering winter beaâ—s The falling showers congeal'd by freezing winds Cold down that makes the fields look old The drift wind shakes Black clouds in pâ—eces pulling plumie flâ—kes From their soft bosome Jove in a silver shower The watry fleece Snow periwigs the hills v. Winter Socrates He whom Apollo wisesâ— thought of men Sophroniscus prudent son The grave Philoâ—opher Whom the cold draught of hemlock forc'd to die Plato's great master The Masons learned son Xenocrates great master Instructor of the learned Xenophon The patient husband of the scolding wife Xantippes patient husband Whose Copper image Athens did adore Admiring dead whom they contemn'd before Who with convicting reasons did strike dumb Instructed by his great Daemonium All his opponents The Pagan Martyr Soft As the childhood of the Morn As the lust full bed Soft as young down Trim'd up and made for Queen Semiramis To whose soft seisure The cygnets down is haâ—sh and spirit of sence Hard as the plowmans hand Soft as the down of Sâ—vans Have you felt the wool of Beaver Or the nap of velvet ever Or the down of thistles These it doth excell as much 〈◊〉 the softnesse of the touch As they do urchins bristles â—â—ft as the airie plumes of thistly down â—oft as Euganean wooll Soft as the Ladies hand â—oft as the velvet hand of sleep â—s bath'd in the soft streams of Salmacis Of a yielding pliancy Soft as the pliant wax â—ofter far than tufts of unwrought silk â—ofter than Beavers skins Which when the hands do touch they find from thence â—â—ch pleasure they contract and lose all sâ—nce Soft as the balmie dew Soft as the hand of love Soft as the godded swan or Venus dove Soft as the down of Phoenix As cotton from the Indian tree Or prety silkworms huswiferâ— Sorrowfull v. Sad. Melancholy Setting forth in a darkned countenance a dolefull copie of his â—â—oughts and that he was going to speak Carrying in his countenance the evident marks of a sorrowfull â—eak mind supported by a weak body An heart full of unquiet motions â—â—king a piteous war with her faiâ— hair With such vehemency of passion as if his heart would climb up â—â—to his mouth to take his tongues office As if he were but the coffin to carry himself to his sepulcher Sâ—asoning his words with sighs A face wherein there lies Clusters of clouds which no calm ever clears Whose every gesture accused her of sorrow Inâ—ecting each thing she looks upon so with her griefs that all â—hings about her seem'd to mourn to see her In whose eyes sad discontentment sits Bearing a plurisie of griefs about her A living coffin to her cares In silent sorrow drown'd Excesse of sorrow scarce gives way To the relief of words Anchor'd down with cares in seas of woe A living coarse Suffering sorrow to dresse her self in her beauty Shunning all comfort she seem'd to have no delight but in â—â— king her self the picture of misery Bearing sorrows triumph in her heart His senses carried to his mind no delight from any of thâ— objects In the book of beauty nothing to be read but sorrow Sitting in such a gâ—vâ—n over manner one would have thoughâ— lence solitarinesse and melancholy were come under the ensâ— of mishap to conquer delight and drive him from his naturall â—â— of beauty Giving grief a free dominion A face whose skin 's in sorrow dy'd With a countenance witnessing she had before hand passed throâ—â— so many sorrows that she had no new to look for Sorrow melts down his lead into my boyling breast An heart as full of sorrow as the sea of sand Sits her down on the bare earth As her grief and sorrow were so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Could hold it up Grieving no lesse than did that Theban wife To see brave Hectors body robb'd of life Drawn by Theflaliâ—n hoâ—ses Whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars and makes them stand As wonder wounded hearers So Priam griev'd when â—e too late did find The Grecian horse with armed men was lin'd Sad Agamemnon had such eyes When he beheld his daughters sacrifice Distilling even th' Elixar and the spirit of tears And mov'd without a soul So swift Achilles lookt then when he sent His lov'd Briseis to Alcides tent Deep sorrow sat upon his eyes drown'd in discontent Whose heavy heart the height of sorrow crown'd Tears were but barren shadows to expresse The substance of his grief Vail'd with sorrows wing A heart as high in sorrow as ere creature wore And with a voice that floods from rocks might borrow That feels a tempest in his soul the soul eclipsed With a face as sad grief could paint wanting no art to borrow â—â—edlesse help to counterfeit a sorrow â—â—ing beneath the tyranny of grief â—â—ds still some pitying God 〈◊〉 him to marble â—â—aetontiades Niobe Orpheus for Euridice Andromache Hector and Astianax Egeus for Theseus supposed dead 〈◊〉 for her sons Daedalus for Icarus Progne â—â—gone leading her blind father Oedipus Autonoe for Actaeon â—â— compared with this sorrow deserve not the names of grief V. Miserable Tears Sighs Weep Souldier v. Valiant That layes his head â—â—aps on some rude turf and sadly feels â—â— nights cold damps wrapt in a sheet of steel Whose ears â—â—cted in the language of the drum â—â— chase brave employments with their naked sword â—â— march all day in massie steel the armed throng â—â— glory vying child of fame â—â— from deep wounds sucks forth an honour'd name â—â— thinks no purchase worth the stile of good â—â— what is sold for sweat and seal'd with blood â—â— for a point a blast of empty breath â—â—aunted gazeth in the face of death 〈◊〉 perfume their heads with dust and sweat Though his sword went faster than eye sight could follow it yet â—own judgement went still before it Wars dustie honours that 〈◊〉 â—â— by the genius of the camp â—â— husbandman of valour his sword the plough â—â—ming with more prints in his body than pence in his pocket â—â—t walks in clouds of powder and blue mists â—â—ead of wealthy bracelets on their wrists â—ear chain shot That in the field â—â— at a breach hath taken on his shield â—â— darts than Romane Sceva that hath spent â—ny a cold December in no tent â—â— such as earth and heaven make that hath been â—â—cept in iron plates not long time seen â—â—n whose body may be plainly told More wounds than his lank purse doth alms
west indians kine for their tallow V. cruel V. Vale. Valley WHere the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks On whole fresh looks the swart star sparely looks Embroidered o'r with quaint ennamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers And purple all the ground with vernall flowers â—ac'd with silver rills Encompass'd round with gently rising hills V. Pleasant Place Valiant Valour Puissance pâ—owesse fortitude chivalty The souldiers vertue the soul of war A man made all of fire Attemptive spirits â—ndaunted high erected spirits The dead quake in their grave to think of them One that dare prop the sun if it should fall Dares grasp the bolt from thunder And through a Canon leap into a town One that dare die next his heart in cold blood That leads the fight and lets no danger passe Without improvement The flâ—nts he treads upon Sparkle with lustre from his arms As if in love with danger That life can sobetly despise Undaunted spirits that encounter those Sad dangers we to fancy scarce propose That deride Pale death and meet with triumph in a tomb Who to pale fear Whispering danger never lent an ear That sells his life dear to his foes Whom dangers do encourage and invite A spirit scorning justest fears As if incapable of fears Who when a foot is mounted upon an high spirit Flying nothing more than the mention of flying The sweetnesse of life cannot so flatter the palate of the soul as make him swallow the bitternesse of an eternall disgrace As the Indian for his gem doth sound the stood He dives for honour in a sea of blood Glazing his valour in a crimson flood A spirit that hath outgrown his years Trampling depressing fears Under his valiant feet sets bravely on The Front of danger 'Twixt whom an fear there 's an antipathy A spirit that durst war against the fates That dare set his naked breast Against the thunder Giving a Majesty to adversity Making time hast it self to be witnesse of their honours and oâ— place witnesse to another of the truth of their doings Men of such prowesse as not to know fear in themselves aâ— yet to teach it others that had to deal with them A courage apt to climb over any danger Observing few complements in matters of arms but such as proâ— anger did indite to him Giving as many wounds as blows as many deaths as wound That can face the murdering Canon When it blows ranks into the air like chaffe A courage that knows not how to fear As full of spirit as the Moneth of May. A spirit of greater confidence Than can admittance give to thoughts of fear Will fight untill his thighs with dares Be almost like a sharp quill'd porcupine Every gash he receives is a grave for him that made it That being angry doth forget He ever heard the nime of death An unaffrighted mind Didaining fortune with his brandisht steell Which smoakt with bloody execution Like Valours minion carved out his passage Bellona's Bridegroom ushrinking spirit So daring that he would Go on upon the gods kisse lightning wrest The engine from the Cyclops and give fire At face of a full cloud Looks like Apollo rais'd to the worlds view The minute after he the Python slew An heart that scorneth danger With a brain Beating for honour Like Eagles his undazzeled eyes Affront the beams that from the steel arise That looks on his enemies with a kind of noble heavinesse no insultation A spirit that to sullen fear Whispering death ne'r lent a gentle ear Like to the Roman Scevola dothstand Bathing in flames his Salamander hand And with a sober scorn doth laugh to see The worst incensed fates can do Amazing death to see with dying pride In her pale chariot him in triumph ride That wear their lives at their swotds point Whose courage out-brave all fear If he do not live to enjoy the honour he purchaseth with his blood he leaves the world his Executor and to it bequeaths the rich inheritance of his memory Ready to disburse his life upon a good occasion Adventuring upon such designs as have no more probability Than is enough to keep them from being impossible That ne'r saw fear but in the face of the enemy Hands of steel and hearts of diamond His valour like the Fairy Arthurs shield Which but disclos'd awak'd the weaker eyes Of proudest foes and won the doubtfull field A God-like courage which no soft delight Can weaken nor the face of death affright A courage us'd to victory as an inheritance Having the Thracian God tied to their swords More than his body was to Vulcans chain A wise well tempered valour Those gyants death and danger Are but his ministers and serve a master More to be feard than they and the blind Goddesse Is led amongst the captives in his triumphs Veins Twining Mâ—anders of the blood The bloods meandting â—â—sterneâ— The purple channels of the blood The pipes of blood The laces of the skin The purple conduit pipes The crimson brooks Fair rivulets which for the food Of living bodies bear the crimson flood To every part within the liver meet And there with kisses numberlesse do greet Themselves and as they through each other glide Make many knots as if they took a pride In their strange foldings and themselves did please In their admired Apostomoses The airy paths Where ruby fairies dance their liquid rounds The chrystal cases of the blood The azure chaines Purple Labyrinth Those saphyr colour'd brooks Which conduit like with curious crooks Sweet Islands make in that fair land The natural gates and allies of the body The bodies purple lanes A zure rivulets Venus The queen of beauty Cyprian Queen Paphian Goddesse Loves fair Empresse The power that rules in love The Cyprian Deity The Queen of all that 's faire Shee that governs chamber sport Mother of love Loves golden arbitresse Cupids beauteous mother Vulcans lovely wife Mars gamesome mistresse The sea born Queene The fair wife of the sooty blacksmith God Loves sportive mother Loves lascivious dame The rosy Queen of love Fair Erycina Great Queen of Paphos and Cythaera's shrine The blushing Queen of love 's Drawn in a chariot by a team of doves â—ut whips her doves and smiling rides away â—e froth-borne goddesse Laughter loving dame Tho Câ—idos and bright Cyclads holds Tho Paphos with pair'd swans doth view That from the Ocean drawes her pedigree Neptunes Neece â—ormed out of Ambergreece Who in her snowie armes The God of rage confines Her whispers are the charmes Which only can divert his fierce designes The pleasant Queen to Paphos thence retires Where stood her temple there an hundred fires Whose fragrant flame Sabaean gums devoures Blâ—ze on as many altars crown'd with flowers Aged Anchysa's sprightly wife Adonis goddesse Aeneas beauteous mother Idalian Queen Samian goddesse Acidalian mother Bright Cythâ—rea Verse v. Poetry Weighty numbers Victorious rime Revenge their masters death and conquer time Soul-raping numbers
Whose spiriâ—'s onely active in his heâ—l One that hath indented with the grave to bring all his limbs thither A Câ—rpet knight That date do nought but fear Possessed with an ignominâ—ous fear That manhood only by their beard bewray Alivelâ—sse damp beleaguers every joynt as oft he swounds As ere he views his sword or thinks on wounds That swings his sword about his head and cuts The empty aire which hâ—sseth him in scorne Ready to run away from himselfe like the Satyr that ran away aâ—â— the noyse of the noyse of the horne which he himself blew Looks as if his eyes would run into his soul and his soul out of his body upon the least sent of danger Castâ—ng such unlikely dangers as all the planets together could â—â—arce conspire Clinias Damaetas â—hersites A valiant voice that is resolved to have his sword never curst by any widow Hâ—s blcod not daring to be in so dangerous a place went out of his face and hid it selfe more inwardly and his very words as if affraid of blowes came slowly from him Affraid of his own sword he wears and affrighted wiâ—h the clashing of his own armour VVhose feet is his best defence and his tongue his best weapon A dish of skimm'd milke Tost and butter That fear the report of a calâ—ver VVorse than a stâ—uck foole or hurt wild-duck The fanning of his enemies plume would nod him inâ—o despaire Cream-fac'd fellow lilly-liverd whey-face linnâ—n cheâ—kes pigeonliverd That wears all his daggers in his mouth And will see his sister sooner naked than a sword His blood runs thick as if it would blot a sword Prometheus was a sleepe while his heart was making and forgot to put fire in it If once his eye be struck with terrour all the costick phisick in the world cannot stay him Wonderful exceptious and cholerick where he sees men are loâ—â— to give him an occasion and you cannot pacifie him better than by quarrelling with him Whom when he is most hot you may easily threaten into a very honest quiet man The sight of a sword wounds him more sensible than the stroke every man is his master that dare beat him and every man dares that knowes him He is a Christian merely for fear of hell fire and if any religion could fright him more he would be of that Such as would conquer victory it self if it stood in their way as they fly Loving to shew a nature steep'd in the gall of passion display the ignoble tyranny of prevailing discords being valiant against no resistance and making no resistance when they meet true valour That would sooner creep into a scabbard than draw a sword and endure a bullet than shoot of a musket Coy A piece of pettish froward wanton anger Such as possest Narcissus Pâ—ssest with savage chastity Coy as the plant Pudâ—setan That shrinks at the approach of man Rustick chastity Discourteous modesty That as long as they are chast think they may be discourteous And lawfully scratch men if they do not kisse them Consume their own Idolater Of such a goddesse no time gives record That burnes the temple where she is ador'd Crafty The subtile fox Hyoena Crocodile and all beasts of craft Have been distil'd to make one nature up Volpone Cranes That watchful fowl the Pygmies enemy Direct their flight on high And cut their way they in a trigon â—ly Which pointed figure may with ease divide Opposing blasts through which they swiftly glide Which with loud clangors fill the â—kie When they from cold and stormy winter fly Toth ' Ocean and that aires more temperate breath Inflicting on the Pygmies wounds and death The Thracian fowle which with their loud alarmeâ— Make little Pigmies souldiers run to armes Strimonâ—an birds in Pygmies death rejoyce And tear the aire before them with their voice Which while they sleepe make one keepe senâ—inel Pâ—lamedes â—utors Which by their flying taught Him letters and his warlick discipline Credulous A man of easie confidence of rash belief That hath the only disadvantage of an honest heart To Cry out v. Noyse To rive â—ear the aire with cries To fill the bosome of the shricking aire With loud complaints Crime v. Wicked Guilty of a blacker crime Than ere in the large volume writ by time The sad historian reads acting black mischief A fault Not to be purged with brimstone fire and salt A sin no praiers or tears Can ere wash off That blurs the grace and blush of modesty Critick That beholds nothing but with a mind of mislike Writing with oyle and fire The least child their pen is delivered of comes into the world with all its teeth The Muses Cerberus Archilochus himself was not more bitter Churlish reteiner to the Muses One that hath spell'd over a great many of books and all his observation is the Orthography The surgean of old authouâ—s healing the wounds of dust and ignorance He is a troublesome vexer of the dead which after so long sparing must rise up to the judgment of his castigation He is one that makes all books sell dearer whilst he swells them into folios by his comments Crocodile Niles fell rover Niles poisony Piâ—ate Niles greedy beast That kills the man then bathâ—s him in his tears That beast which opposite to natures law In other creatures mooves the upper jaw Crowne Cornet chaplet garland diadem incirclet wreath fillet circlet ringe â—inglet cincture anadem impalement Cruell Like Ounces Tygers or the Panthers whelps Whose healths are morning draughts in blood As Lycaon when he chang'd his shape VVâ—â—h Selmus turned into an Adamanâ— The swallowing Syrts Charybdis chaft with wâ—nd Or some fell Tyger of th' Armenian kind Did him beget his cruel brest Rough flint hard steele or adamant invest As if he had drunk of the Ciconian stream That freâ—zeth all the entrailes into stone He on the cruel Caucasus hard mounts VVas bred or suckt from Tygers milky â—ounts Of some Tygers bâ—ood Bred in the wast of frâ—st-bit Calydon An heart hewn from a Parian stone Mortar made of blood and clay By rocks engendered â—ib'd with steel Like Tygers felâ— VVhâ—m their fierce dams with slaughterd cattels blood VVere wont to nourish in th' Hircanian wood Most delighted when They bath and paddle in the blood of men To whose heart nature hath set a lock to shut out pitie Cataline Marius Nerâ— Mâ—zentius Qâ—â—affers of humane blood Savage rigour More cruel than a Turke or Troglodite Than the Laestrigon The savages to Sâ—ythian rockes confind VVho know no God nor vertue of the mind But only sence pursue who hunger tame VVith slaughtered lives they and their food the same Are not so cruel As Phalaris or fam'd Gemonides Hircanian Tygar Numidian Getulian Lion Anthropophagi The horse-blood-swell'd Sarmatian In whose heart a vein of matble growe Enough to make men waver in the faith And hold opinion with Pâ—thagoâ—as That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men whose cuâ—rish spirit Governd a wolfe who hang'd
for humant slaughter Even from the gallowes did his fell soul fleet And whilst he laid in his unhallowed den Infused it self into him His heart is iron and his heart-strings wire The taitnesse of his face sowers ripe grapes He was not boâ—n at But on some rock within the Pontick laâ—d Or Scythian mountain that so wildly stand And vâ—ins of flint are every where disperst In slâ—nder brâ—nches through his iron brest An heart as as hard as brasse And more obdurate than Mâ—dusa's was Mercy shall as soon be found at the hands of prevailing cowards Cuckold The only horned beast that hath teeth above That haâ—gs his bugle in an invisible baldrick Struck by the forked plague So ingrateful he nere thanks him thaâ— made him An he moon Civil monster Râ—tional beast Cupid The Pâ—phian archer The Paphian Prince Cytherea's son The â—loth affâ—ctâ—ng boy Psychâ—'s soft husband Venus sweetest son The peevish shooting hoodwinkt else Little great King The quiver'd god The mirthful god of amorous daliance The blinking boy that winks and hits the maâ—k The winged god that woundeth hearts Great little Emperour of hearts The Cypâ—ian Queens blind boy The Gyant dwarse Venus wanton son The god whose nights out shine his dayes VVho though â—e's blind shooâ—s arroweâ— that have sight Sees not to shoot yer seâ—s to hit the whiâ—e Little tyrant lordly Love That doth aw the gods above As they creatures here below With his scepter call'd a bow And doth all their forces bear In the quiver that he wears Whence no sooner he doth draw Forth a shaft but it is law Custome That second nature Imperious tyrant Vice-nature That Apoplexie of bedrid nature That takes from us the priviledge To be our selves rends that great charter too Of nature and likewise cancels man And so inchains our judgements and discourse To present usances That great gyant that is so prevalent that often-times we shape the discourse of reason and course of nature to the inbâ—ed notions and preconceptions she hath printed in our minds Cybele Wood-â—â—unting mother by yok't Lyons drawne The fruitful mother of the Gods The turban'd Goddesse The Berecinthian Queen Saturnes great wife Dindymens Ops Rhea Vestâ— Cyclops Joves tinkers The thunder-smiths The sweating throng Of hammeâ—ing blacksmiths at the lofty hill The forgers of Joves fierce Artillery v Aetna v. Thunder Which in vast caves their anviles beat Steropes Brontes nakt Pyracmon sweats v Hesiod Theogonia v. 139 In forging thunder part now finisht Jove This on affrighâ—ed earth hurles from above On the imperfect part three clattering showres Of winter haile and spring-tide-rain he pours To which are added straight three flâ—shes swift v. Virgil. Aen. 8. Of summer flames three puffes of Autumne's drift Cynthia v. Moone Diana D. Dale v. Valley Dance HE made his natural motion far more sweet And shook a most divine dance from his feet To move in nimble measures Moving measures The Spheares could not in comlier order meet Nor move more graceful whether they advance Their measures forward or retire their dance To meet The sprightly Musick with their numerous feet Dancing is the descant upon the plain song of walking And with even motions beat the happy ground Have you beheld the Graces dance Or seen the upper spheares to moove So she did tuâ—nâ— returne advance In her gestures as she paces Are united all the Graces Dandle Ballancing his weight in dancing him So Hector dandled his Astyanax Then when the nodding plume upon his crest Frighted the child Dangerous As to ore-walk a current roaring loud On the unstedfast footing of a speare Though hell it selfe should gape Ruine with her saile-strecht wing Ready to sink us down and cover us Darke Gloomy duskie pitchy As the first Chaos ere the light adornes The world or Phebe fill'd her wained hornes Dark as the sullen night Where Phaebus never showes His chearful light Dark as the Negro's face Stars shroud their heads in clouds night lost her eyes Darke as the drowsie mansion house of sleepe Not seen by Phaebus when he mounts the skies At height nor stooping Darker than Achâ—ron Enough to make a night â—f day No glimmering spark gave out his feeble rayes Where yet the gladsome day hath not been seene Nor Phaebus piercing beams have ever beene Like the Cimmerian clime Where sun nor moon meet out the length of time Wherein the eye of day A stranger was and Phaebe's horned light In vain contended with the shades of night VVhere is not so much as that fainter light The glow-worm shoots at the cold brest of night Darknesse lights elder brother there did raigne Dark as the Egyptian night The heavens did not peep through the blanket of the nâ—ght Darknesse as thick as ill meâ— clouds can make Dâ—â—k as the blind and quiet age of night So dark as if the funeral of light VVere celebrated there The moon into her darkned orbeâ—eâ—ires Nor scal'd up stars extend their golden fires Day The suns bright daughter issue heire The lesser children of the year The verses of the book of time The raggs of time The hâ—iâ—es of times old head Happy Day A day markt white in Clothe's hook Old men were glad their fates till now did last And infants that the houres had made such hast In bringing them to see this day I now first breath and live VVorthy to be the prime And first account of months of years of time The Calends of all lucky daies The rubrick â—pact epoche dominical of all happy days The golden number in a day VVas never blisse more full and clear than this The smiling month of Mâ—y Nere lookt so fresh as doth this day Signe this day with a purer stone Powre wine unto thy Genius VVith whiter wooll beclad the day Children unborn as in the wombe thâ—y lay Sigh'd for the losse of seeing such a day Space of dayes of nights Thrice had bright Phaebus daily chariot run Past the proud pillars of Alâ—mena'â— son Twice had the night shed poppy on the heads Of wearied mortals Thrice Phaebus had unyoakâ— his panting steeds Drencht in Iberian seas whilst night succeeds Sâ—udded with stars Ten times had Lucâ—fer the stars supprest Twelve times the day-star now had crownd the east Now had the Sun in golden Chariot hurld Twice bid good-morrow to the nether world And Cynthia in her orb and perfect round Twice viewed the shadowes of the upper ground Thrice had the day-star usherd forth the light And thrice the Evening-star pâ—oclaimd the night Now fifteen courses had the bright steeds run Thrice had the Golden-sun his hot steeds washt In the West main and thrice them sharply lasht Out of the balmy East Hyperion from his glittering thronâ— Seven times his quickning rayes had bravely shown The dewy-cheet Aurora's purple die Thrice dappled had the ruddy morning skie And thrice had spread the curtains of the morn To let in Titan when the day was born Phoebus was thrice eoucht in his watry bed The dewy