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A19913	Wittes pilgrimage, (by poeticall essaies) through a vvorld of amorous sonnets, soule-passions, and other passages, diuine, philosophicall, morall, poeticall, and politicall. By Iohn Dauies	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1605 (1605)	STC 6344; ESTC S109368	85,753	170

all do couet only but to seeme● Illseemeth good and sorrow seemeth Blisse And Men but by their show do men esteem Where the whole frame of Natur 's out of frame And at the point to be dis●olued quite Where VVit and Learning are both blind and lame Yet scorne through pride a Guide to leade them right VVhere no man hath an Eare to heare sith Eares Are now turnd all to Tongues or Teeth to gnaw If one haue Eares none but himselfe he heares As bound ●hereto by self-loues lawlesse law Where Loue and Lordship can no Riualls beare That yet should beare with all that Grace doth brooke Where euery thinge amisse is euery where And nought found good vnlesse it be in looke Where vertue is despised though bright she bee Yf she be bare Yet Venus bare is lou'd Where nought hath tast els that is bare to see Yea Truth it self if bare is not approud Where all and some make but the sum of al Vainst Vanities for so at best they be VVhere each one riseth by anothers fal Yet mounts in vaine for quickly fal must he So on this Sorrowes Sea this VVorld of VVoc Al falls to Earth that riseth from the same And so all Earthly Things do ebb and flo And ebb in nature as they slow in name Then ô haue I not reason to desi●e My Natures dissolution sith it is VVith these ●lls conuer●ant which do conspire To make it like them more then most amisse Then Death the end of Il vnto the good Enshore my Soule neer drownd in flesh and bloud Quotidie est deterior posterior dies HOw many piercing Pens haue launct the Vaines Of this vaine World to let her humors out How many Satyres beate their tried Btaines How from this Ioynt●sick Age to bite the Gowt And yet like those anoyd with that disease These Times haue rather rest then helpe thereby For they displease them that do them displease So rest renengd but toild in malady And oft those Surgeans are as humorous As are the Aches which they seek to heale Who hauing Teeth as sharp as mumerous Through others bite themselues which seld they feele Because themselues are senselesse of their Ills Which this obseruing World perceiuing well Measures their Medicines by their wicked Wills So loths their Corsiues and themselues doth quell But he that looks with well●discerning Eyes Into the worlds ineuitable woes Shal see it sick of mortal maladies And wil as from the plague flie far from those I see them well though wel I cannot see Sith I am Hood●winckt still with darke desires And I confesse the World 's the worse for me Though to the best my Spirit at worst aspires Faine wo●ld I leaue this fardle of my Flesh In Fastings Charge the lighter so to flye From these still●following plagues which are most fresh When we are weariest of their company But ●o the World still rounds me in the eare With Wind that sweetly in that Organ sounds Which me alures to loue mirth ioye and Cheare So downe it beates my wil when it rebounds Thus the Worlds heauy and vnholy hand My Sprit suppre●●eth that would faine aspire And with my Flesh conspires it to withstand With whom the D●uel ioynes in that desire Thus do I rest in that Church militant Which still with●stands these three stil fighting F●●s Stil warring with them til that strength I want To gard with grace their most vngratious Blowes Then through my weaknesse am I forcd to yeeld VVho then like Tyrants triumph in my spoile And wrack my Hopes best haruest in the Field VVhich they haue got so feareful make my foile And thus twixt good and euil Sin and grace I stil do striuing run a tedious Racel Enuy is blind and can do nothing but dispraise Vertue THe best conceit that euer Braine did breede Though better borne then bred or first conceau'd May in good birth yet haue such euil speed That scarse the spirit of life may be perceaud For Emulation hath no patience No more then Ignorance to stand vpon The narrow search of strict intelligence But dooms it dead sith it liues so alone That liues alone that singularly liues VVhich is the life of Singularity To liue that life stil Emulation striues Or to obserue his skill that liues thereby Enuy seemes poisned with anothers praise Which as those praises swell swells more and more Who worne to nought hir selfe yet only waighes And weighes no others woorths vulesse too●poore But that shee seeketh to enrich alone Not of Deuotion but of damd desire To make the greater woorth the lesser knowne For shee doth most ecclipse what is most cleir Whie toile we●then or lose our golden Sleepes To gaine with golden Time more glorious praise Sith basest Enuy highest Honor keepes By whose dispight hir glorie oft decayes It is because the longer after Death Our Fames do flee the longer breathe they shall For Enuies winde doth vanish with our breath And when our harts breake broken is hir Gall Then this doth comfort all that merit fame Vertue liues when Enuy dies with shame Vincit qui pati●●● TO seeke for ease where wee are borne to toile Is but to rest in toile and toile in rest To toile for ease where Slouth may worke our spoile Is but by ease to bee cafe dispo●●est They fish and catch a Frogg which so do fishe That ●aue the Soules repose catch all they wishe It s better farre to giue our Soules to rest In Patience then in Pleasures sith they doo Sweetly like rubbings of an Ytch molest ●ut Patience gladds vs while Paines us vndoo Then giue mee Patience and let Pleasure go As that which workes in sport our ouerthro That comfort I detest that takes from mee Vncessant sorrow for vncessant sinne Nor loue I that sharpe sight that all doth see Saue onely That which is my selfe within● That Knowledge is as coorse as counterfett That makes Men vtterlie them selues forget Giue mee an Hell of paine so I may haue The Heauen which a Conscience sound d●th giues Sith hee is but vncessaunt Sorrowes Slaue That sick in Soule in plea●ures Heau'n doth liue If Patience Hiue the Soule in Sorrowes Swar●es She Heau'n enioyeth in an Hell of Harmes Who rightlie knowes him selfe him selfe contemns And though men clappe their hands in his applause Yet hee their praises with him selfe condempnes By euidence of Conscience hir Lawes The cause why others flatter vs with ease Is wee our selues our selues too wel do please How much the more our knowledge al sur●ount● So much the lower we in in Hel shal fal If when we come to make our last accounts Our vertue be not found much more then al And simply better t' were from Sinne to flee Then cunningly Define what Sinne should bee With brightest Knowledge to liue most obscure Is to find Hea'n which in that Light doth lie Yet like the Sunne through thick Clouds couert●re To light the World that Men may walke thereby So doth

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 unco●strain'd The World with meeknesse and the Fiend with 〈◊〉 And when the WEEKS of DANIELL end attain●d He●●●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 ordain●d for Good and Bad Then to confirme All to All 's ioy and terror Hee calm●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 Du●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 bette● 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 ●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 iustl●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 hee●s disposd where now hee 's indisposd To feele a VVinde that is so vaine and light Yet heer●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 ●ie they ough● that liue but for such Winde But

are d●c●aud For Follies Flawes make light Witt so aspire Then cease to write Then is Desire displeas●d Better Displease Desire then Witt disgrace Disgrace on VVitt hath at this Instant seisd VVherefore for halting Then VVitt post apace Vnto the Point now now thy quicknesse show For Fowrteene Lines thy Lymitts are and They Are at a Point VVhat if they bee I know The more 's my meede if now I VVitt bewray The last Line next ensues your praise VVitt's behind For may all raise your Price except Men beeing rude of kind MARY PEMBROK Written to the right Honorable and most iuditious Lord William Earle of Pembrooke that now is LOoke Lord with those sharpe Eyes of thine with which though lar●ly open In seeing thou see'st the least ore sigh●s old new or done or spoken Looke on this Seale of simple Zeale which though but courslie Car●d Containes the Impresse of thy praise thy vertues haue deseru'd Truthes Hāds VVeal●hs Armes VVits Eyes Artes Tong wisedōs listning Eare● Preuent Times Course yonge yeares conceiuing bring forth many yeares Faire featurd soule I well-shapen Spright in which subsisting bee Grace Goodnesse Glory Three in one and One including Three Grace goodnesse giues to Glory guides such Gui●● such Guide such Glory God gaue you haue yet hauing hold vnsure to shunne Vaine-glorie So so sweete Lord so should it bee so was true Sapience Sourse More wise then all most wise in this knew Things had but their Course Who goes to Glory Glori● shunes so shunes so goes that yet Vaine-glorie shund true glorie gaind may him in glorie sett Reade Note Search Trie Know Show Muse Mount aspird againe descend The lower Soules sinck in themselues the higher they ascend Tell mounting Witts thats too too light that Wisedome makes not weightie Tell motion it is worse then madd whose Motors not Almightie Tel World it s but the wayward Maze where Man is mazd and lost Tel State it stands on Airy Propps by Stormes still turned and tost Tel Wisedome shee is base if Shee mounts not aboue the Moone Tel Humors and tell Humoristes their H●mors change top soone Tel Learning it is darke as Hell not mixt with light of Grace Tel Councell and tell * Councellors they oft mistake the Case Tel Bookes though euer●blest some bee yet are they but Informers Tel them they should more bl●ssed bee if they were still Reformers Tel Artes they aske too much for Artelin asking all our time Tel Armes they do but worke their Harmes by Armes and Harmes that climbe Tel Earthli● Hopes they make vs seeke for that wee cannot finde Tel tell Worlds-Blisse it wanteth force to breede true Blisse in Mynd Tel Sport it spoileth pretious Time tell Time hee s falslie true True in his Course in s Custome false away steales yet pursues Tel Keasa●● tho●gh they Caesars are their Nostrils Bound their breath Tel Li●e though during like the Sunne it subiect is to death Tel Wealth it wasts with earthlie Pompe tell Pompe it s but a Puffe Tel Glory shee must bide the girde of Enuies Counterbuff Tel tel Fair-wordes from fowle Mouthes sent they feede but fatten Fooles Tel Friends true Frindshipps no where learnd but in true Vertues Schooles Tel Loue that Hee an ● doll is found forgd adord by Fancie Tel Flesh enraging Lust shee is a Soule-confounding Frenzie Tel Fauours they are Copper-gilt vncertaine true if true Tel Fooles when Shadowes come before their Substance nill eusue Tel Lookes where Loue in Triumph Til●s against vnfenced Eyes They Look●s alure by Lookes like Lures which seeme true yet are lies Tel All that al is al in All beneath the Hea●●●ly Coape A Dreame a Shade a toile of Spirite a base betraying hope And lastlie ●el thy Thoughts sweet Lord they in an Harr must rest That Honor holds for Life and liues to dy ere disposs●st Here Sus Mineruam maist thou say its true yet say not so Because it comes from him that liues to dy vpon ●hy Foe I. D. Deus ad quae nos tempora reseruasti Policarpus Meete not an Harlot least thou fall into hir Snares E●clus 9. 3. WHO so will keepe his Soule and Body chast From Womans haunt he must him selfe retire Yea though they seeme religious and shamefaste For blushing VVomen most inflame Desire Stand not vpon thy strength though it surpasse Nor thy fore●proued Chastnesse stand thou on Thou art not Holier then David was Nor wiser then was most wise Salomon And aske the Prince of Earthlie Paradise Who in perfection was made most compleate What power a Woman had him to intice To make him his owne bane and ours to eate If wee stand neere a Fall wee stand vnsure If neere the Fire we● warme though Yee we were VVe cannot striue with Death and longe endure Nor Liue with VVeaknesse but must weake appeare To bee with VVomen still yet know them not Is no lesse strange then to stand falling still VVe cannot handle Pitch without a Spott Although we handle it with Care and skill Then if thou wouldst bee safe in saftie feare Sith feare doth make thy saftie more secure ●or too much trust is too much danger neer● And in the midst of Dangers none are sure In greenest Grasse a Snake doth often lie And Loue begun in Spirit o●t ends in flesh Flesh talls in smoothest Opportunity And when she drunken reels Sin riseth fresh The Fiend hir fo●-like friend doth neuer sleep● But wakes to tempt hir still with Time and Plac● In sweetest Hony he doth Poison ●●eep Which maketh Nature work in show ofgrace Then if thou wouldst not slide from Women slip For Ill oft raignes in such good fellowship Gratious is the end that ends all our paines WHen when ô when shall I bid life farewell Wherein my Soule and Body so ill fares My Soule within my Body Loathes to dwell ●ith it doth dwell in such a World of Cares Wherein the best are Briers that scratching hold What ere they catch vnto anothers harme Whose Tenter-hookt Armes do in Loue infold No one but whom they spoile and quite disarme Where Men loue Men not for that Men they are But simply for themselues all whose respect Is swallowed up with self-respecting Care And commonly the Common good neglect Where Fashions are then Eormes more various Tho●gh scarse among a Million two are like Where ●he most iust are lest iniurious Though lustice their iniustice doth dislike Where Faces want no graces to allure The Mynd to loue so to betray the Mind An holy kisse in show showes to assure The rather to faile Hope that seeks to find Where oft Religion palliates Policy And Saints are made a Sacrifice for State Yea heaunly Powres for Earthly Maiesty Away goes all that lets Ambitions gate Where holy Fathers do vnholy Deeds While yet they blesse their Sons that cloak their shame And so the Ha●t of Piety still bleeds Because Hypocrisie still wounds the same Where all is seeming and Nought reall is For

S●nce ●or that doth blind the Soule and lame the Mind But must I sensuall 〈◊〉 to seem excus'd ●hen wo●se and worse falls ou● mine ill excuse ●were better say by Loue I am abusd 〈◊〉 I to loue haue off●ed much abus● Abusd by Loue without my Lust● consent That is too strange a strength for Loue or Lust And eithers powr in me is impotent ●o● how boile● 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 i● 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 〈◊〉 o●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 o● that Block●head Body The Multitude write idly without stint And he that 's not in P●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 for●e or feare of their wittes strength or stature For so these Asses weene to take their part So like the Giants ●ight gainst God and Nature Some make in Prose greate Tomes their wit●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 mo●'s the pitty that such stately Tombes That of haue* gold without though drosse within Should bee gazd on by Lea●●ings drugging Gromes And by their Engin razd ô d●●dly sinne Minerua ble●●e my Booke Witts Mon●ment A little Monument for lesser Witt From such vsurpi●g Ben●clarkes violent Lest ●hey pul out Wittes ere 's their turnes to fit Yet will I leaue it them while fearelesse I To ●ury goe in expedition To trie their trúth or taste their Tyranny The wo●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 t●uth hath said hen true it is Though Indigence could speake like Salomon The VVorld is mute or saies he speakes amis●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 ba●e And so the Ri●ch are praisd by poore and ritch 〈…〉 Wings of Sun●b●ight Seraphins 〈…〉 Pe●s and make them Nectar flow 〈…〉 not gult like Cherubins 〈…〉 in deed but sink in show 〈…〉 World is wise herein Though wise ●●●ein more then most wickedly 〈◊〉 Detraction is esteemd no sin So ●hat the great be greatly praisd thereby 〈…〉 greatly praisd when all but Theirs 〈…〉 is how lawdable soere Their 〈◊〉 ●hough Crabs are sweet with Apple squires 〈…〉 for Loue and Loue for meed or feare They may be bold they wo● well with the poore 〈◊〉 pack-hors●s beare when Asses bray Th●y 〈◊〉 may wince but they can do no more And for their wincing They on them may lay ●ut heer 's the comfort vpright after ●imes Vpright sith that which Is not no way bends Will Lawrell-Crowne them for their roiall Rimes ●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 ●ut such as Enuy giues high-borne Renowne Yet with your Wit those after times perswade That some were mard perhaps e●e al were made Vpon Apparitions in the Night YE g●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 Fantazi● ●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 Ef●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 i●l You are the Father of their Spi●ites and God Complaines without cause that ●hey cros●e his Will Nor are they vnder naturally his R●dd But He it is alone that Soul●● cr●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 ●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 you●seeke their sensles●e Bones to griue And loue to rattle them in signe you had The Conquest of Mankind through Adams E●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