With thy broad mutings and large squirtings vilde Mn. Phy Psittaco hide such infirmities From stranger wight Who would his own dear child Thus shamefully disgrace With mine own eyes Have I thy Glaucis seen and better things surmise 120 Good sooth methinks she is not so defac'd And all mishapen and grown out of square But that my self most evidently trac'd Thy comely feature in her visage bare Spare then thy self if her thou wilt not spare Ill may it seem what thine own strength begot With foul reproach and shame thus to besmear And through thy zeal thine own great name to blot To two so worthy wights befall some better lot 121 Thus in my youth said Mnemon did I use With Reverend Ignorance to sport and toy And slily would obnoxius Age abuse For I was a crank wit a brisk young boy But naturally abhorr'd hypocrisie And craft the upshot of experienc'd Age And more then life I lov'd my liberty And much suspected all that would engage My heart to their own sect and free-born soul encage 122 For I ev'n at those years was well aware Of mans false friendship and grown subtilty Which made me snuf the wind drink the free aire Like a young Colt upon the mountains high And turning tail my hunters all defie Ne took I any guide but th' innate light Of my true Conscience whose voice to deny Was the sole sting of my offended spright Thus God and Nature taught their rude Cosmopolite 123 I mean not Natures harsh obdurate light The shamelesse eye-brows of the Serpent old That arm'd with custome will not stick to fight With God and him affront with courage bold But that sweet temper we may oft behold In virgin Youth as yet immaculate And unto drudging Policy unsold Who do without designe now love now hate And freely give and take withouten price or rate 124 Dear lads How do I love your harmlesse years And melt in heart while I the Morning-shine Do view of rising virtue which appears In your sweet faces and mild modest eyne Adore that God that doth himself enshrine In your untainted breasts and give no eare To wicked voice that may your souls encline Unto false peace or unto fruitlesse fear Least loosened from your selves Harpyes away you bear 125 Abstain from censure seek and you shall find Drink your own waters drawn from living well Mend in your selves what ill elsewhere you mind Deal so with men as you would have them deal Honour the Aged that it may go well With you in Age For I my self indeed Have born much scorn for these pranks I you tell By boyes oft bearded which I deem the meed Of my abusive youth But now I will prâ—ceed 126 By this we came into a way that did Divide it self into three parts the one To Leontopolis that in the mid Did lead straight forth out of wide Beiron That was the way that I mought take alone The third way led unto Onopolis And thitherward Don Psittaco put on With both these towns Alopecopolis Is in firm league and golden Myrmecopoln 127 For nothing they attempt without the aid Of these two Cities They 'll not wagen war Nor peace conclude nor permit any trade Nor make decrees nor slake the civil jar Nor take up private wrongs nor plead at bar Nor Temples consecrate nor Mattins say They nought begin divine or secular But they advisen with those Cities tway Opotent Citizens that bear so great a sway 128 No truth of justice in Beîrah lond No sincere faith void of she subtilty That alwayes seeks it self is to be found But law delusion and false Polity False Polity that into Tyrannie Would quickly wend did not stern Fear restrain And keep in aw Th' Onites Democracy Is nought but a large hungry tyrant-train Oppression from the poore is an all-sweeping rain 129 A sweeping torrent that beats down the corn And wasts the oxens labour head-long throws The tallest trees up by the root ytorn Its ranging force in all the land it shows Woods rent from hence its rowling rage bestows In other places that were bare before With muddied arms of trees the earth it strows The list'ning shepherd is amazed sore While it with swift descent so hideously doth rore 130 Such is the out-rage of Democracie When fearlesse it doth rule in Beîrah And little better is false Monarchy When it in this same countrey bears the sway Is 't not a part of Autaesthesia So to an inward sucking whirl pools close They change this swelling torrents surquedry Much treasure it draws in and doth inclose In 'ts winding mouth but whither then there 's no man knows 131 O falsest Beironites what gars you plain One of another and vainly accuse Of foul offence when you all entertain Tyrannick thoughts You all alike do muse Of your own private good though with abuse Of those you can tread down with safety No way to wealth or honour you refuse False Oneple doth grudge and grone and cry Because she is denied a greater tyranny 132 Two of that City whylorn on the way With languid lugs and count'nance gravely sad Did deeply sigh and rudely rough did bray ' Gainst Leontopolis The equall pad Of justice now alas is seldome trad Said they The Lions might is law and right Where 's love or mercy now with that out strad A little dog his dames onely delight And ran near to their tails and bark'd with all his might 133 The surly irefull Onopolitan Without all mercy kickt with yron heel The little bawling curre that at him ran It made his feeble corse to th' earth to reel That was so pierc'd with the imprinted steel That it might grieve a heart of flinty stone No herbs no salves the breach could ever heal The good old wife did then keep house alone False hearted carles is this your great compassion 134 There 's no society in Behirah But beastlike grazing in one pasture ground No love but of the animated clay With beauties fading flowers trimly crown'd Or from strong sympathies heart-striking stound No order but what riches strength and wit Prescribe So bad the good eas'ly confound Is Hâ—â—â—esty in such unruly fit 〈…〉 â—eld in no rank they ' steem it not a whit 135 But I am weary of this uncouth place If any man their bad condition And brutish manners listeth for to trace We may them read in the creation Of this wide Sensible where every passion Of birds and beasts distinctly do display To but an ord'nary imagination The life and soul of them in Behirah This Behirah that hight the greater Adamah 136 The swelling hatefull Toad industrious Ant Lascivious Goat Parrot or prating Py The kingly Lion docil Elephant All-imitating Ape gay Butterfly The crafty Fox famous for subtilty Majestick Horse the beast that twixt two trees A fit resemblance of foul gluttonny When he hath fil'd his gorge himself doth squeeze To feed afresh Court Spaniels and politick Bees 137 With many more which I list
nations shall inherit For ever their Ancestours Idolatry An Indian ever shall an Indian be A Turk a Turk To this Corvin anon I give not this infallibility To every Church but onely to our own Full witnesse to her self of all the truths she 'll own 86 Gr. That then is truth what she will say is true But not unlesse her the true Church thou hold How knowst thou then her such good Corvin shew Friend Graculo in talk we be too bold Let 's go I fear my self and horse take cold But t' answer to that question 'fore we go The Church is true as she her self me told A goodly answer said Don Graculo You dispute in a Circle as all Logicians know 87 Here Psittaco could not but inly smile To see how Graculo Corvin did orecrow And fair replying with demeanance mild The truth said he the Scriptures onely show Streight nimble Graculus But who can know The sense of Scripture without reason sound The Scripture is both key and treasure too It opes it self so said that Clerk profound This place with that compar'd This is the strongest ground 88 Gr But what with judgement doth them both compare Is' t reason or unreasonablenesse I pray To which grave Psittacus you so subtill are I list not with such cunning wits to play Here I stept in and thus began to say Right worthy Clerks for so you be I ween Your queint discourse your breedings doth bewray Long time you have at learned Athens been And all the dainty tricks of Art and Science seen 89 If me a stranger wight it may be beseem But homely bred as yet unripe in years Who conscious of his weaknesses doth deem Himself unfit to speak among his peers Much more unfit for your judicious ears Whom Age and Arts do equally adorn And solemne habit no small semblance bears Of highest knowledge might I be but born A word or two to speak now would I take my turn 90 Say on said Psittaco There 's a third said I Nor reason nor unreasonablenesse hight Here Graccus The disjunction you deny Then I There is a third ycleep'd Gods spright Nor reason nor unreasonablenesse hight Corvino straight foam'd like his champing jade And said I was a very silly wight And how through melancholy I was mad And unto private spirits all holy truth betray'd 91 But I nould with like fury him invade But mildly as I mought made this reply Gods Spirit is no private empty shade But that great Ghost that fills both earth and sky And through the boundlesse Universe dothly Shining through purged hearts and simple minds When doubling clouds of thick hypocrisie Be blown away with strongly brushing winds Who first this tempest feels the Sun he after finds 92 Thus wise and godly men I hear to teach And know no hurt this doctrine to believe Certes it much occasion doth reach To leave the world and holily to live All due observance to Gods laws to give With care and diligence to maken pure Those vessels that this heavenly dew receive But most in point of faith sleep too secure And want this bait their souls to goodnesse to allure 93 For they believen as the Church believes Never expecting any other light And hence it is each one so loosely lives Hopelesse of help from that internall spright Enough said Graculo Corvino's right Let 's hear dispute in figure and in mood And stifly with smart syllogismes fight That what thou wouldst may wel be understood But now thou rovest out and rav'st as thou wert wood 94 Reason I say all Scripture sense must judge Do thou one reason ' gainst this truth produce Reason said I in humane things may drudge But in divine thy soul it may seduce Gr. Prove that Mn. I prove it thus For reasons use Back'd with advantage of all sciences Of Arts of tongues cannot such light transfuse But that most learned men do think amisse In highest points divided as well you know I wisse 95 Here Graculo learing up with one eye View'd the broad Heavens long resting in a pause And all the while he held his neck awry Like listning daw turning his nimble nose At last these words his silent tongue did loose What is this spirit say what 's this spirit man Who has it answer'd I he onely knows 'T is the hid Manna and the graven stone He canteth said Corvine come Grac let 's be gone 96 But Grac stayd still this question to move Doth not said he reason to us descry What things soever reasonable prove Not so For the whole world that ope doth lie Unto our sight not reason but our eye Discovers first but upon that fair view Our reason takes occasion to trie Her proper skill and curiously pursue The Art and sweet contrivance Heaven and Earth do shew 97 There 's no man colour smels or sees a sound Nor sucks the labour of the hâ—â—y-bee With 's hungry lugs nor binds a gaping wound With 's slippery ey-balls Every feculty And object have their due Analogy Nor can reach further than it 's proper sphear Who divine sense by reason would descry Unto the Sun-shine listons with his ear So plain this truth to me Don Graco doth appear 98 How then said Graco is the spirit known If not by reason To this I replyde Onely the spirit can the spirit own But this said he is back again to slide And in an idle Circle round to ride Why so said I Is not light seen by light Streight Graculo did skilfully divide All knowledge into sense and reason right Be 't so said I Don Graco what 's this reasons might 99 If then said he the spirit may not be Right reason surely we must deem it sense Yes sense it is this was my short reply Sense upon which holy Intelligence And heavenly Reason and comely Prudence O beauteous branches of that root divine Do springen up through inly experience Of Gods hid wayes as he doth ope the ey'n Of our dark souls and in our hearts his light enshrine 100 Here Graculus did seem exceeding glad On any terms to hear but reason nam'd And with great joy and jollity he bad A dew to me as if that he had gain'd The victory Besides Corvino blam'd His too long stay Wherefore he forward goes Now more confirm'd his Nutshell-cap contain'd What ever any living mortall knows Ne longer would he stay this sweet conceit to loose 101 Thus Psittaco and I alone were left In sober silence holding on our way His musing skull poor man was well nigh cleft By strong distracting thoughts drove either way Whom pittying I thus began to say Dear Psittaco what anxious thoughts oppresse Thy carefull heart and musing mind dismay I am perplexed much I must confesse Said he and thou art authour of my heavinesse 102 My self Corvino's Church-Autority No certain ground of holy truth do deem And Scripture the next ground alledg'd by me By Graco was confuted well I ween But thou as
my writings I answer That it is sometime fit for Poeticall pomp sake as in my Psychozoia Othersome time necessitie requires it Propter egestatem linguae rerum novitatem as Lucretius pleads for himself in like case Again there is that significancie in some of the barbarous words for the Greeks are Barbarians to us that although not out of superstition yet upon due reason I was easily drawn to follow the Counsel of the Chaldee Oracle 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Not to change those barbarous terms into into our english tongue Lastly if I have offended in using such hard names or words I shall make amends now by interpreting them A ABinoam 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Pater amoenitatis Father of delight Acronychall See Cronychall Adamah 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Earth The earthly or naturall mans abode Adonai 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Lord or the sustainer of all things from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Basis or foot of a pillar Aelpon 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not hoping or without hope Aeon 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Eternity Aether 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to burn The fluid fiery nature of heaven the same that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which signifies as much viz. a fiery fluour or fluid fire Africk Rock See Pompon Mel. lib. 1. cap. 8. Rom. 9.33 1. Cor. 10.4 1. Pet. 2.5 Revel 5.10 Psal 105.15 Ahad 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 One or The One. The Platonists call the first Originall of all things 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for these reasons 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or One because the multitude or plurality of Beings is from this One as all numbers from an unite 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or The Good 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 because all things are driven drawn or make haste to partake of it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Procl Theo. log Plat. lib. 2. cap. 4. Aides 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 It ordinarily signifies Orcus or Pluto here the Winter Sunne the etymon fits both 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hell is dark and the Sunne in Winter leavs us to long nights Ain Not to be To be nothing from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Non nihil or nemo Alethea-land That is the land of truth 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as the Platonists call it Alopecopolis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The foxes city or politie Ananke 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The same that Hyle is But the proper signification of the word is Necessity See Hyle Anautaesthetus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 One that feels not himself or at least relisheth not himself Anautaesthesie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Without self-sensednesse or relishing ones self Animadversall That lively inward animadversall It is the soul it self for I cannot conceive the body doth animadvert When as objects plainly exposed to the sight are not discovered till the soul takes notice of them Anthropion The same with Adamah Onely Adamah signifies earthlinesse Anthropion from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 uprightnesse of body or looking up Apathie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To be without passion Apogee 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is that absis or ark of the circle of a Planet in which the Planet is further off from the earth as the word it self intimates Apterie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 negative and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a wing It signifies the want of wings Arachnea hath its name from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a spider Atom-lives The same that Centrall-lives Both the terms denotate the indivisibilty of the inmost essence it self the pure essentiall form I mean of plant beast or man yea of angels themselves good or bad Atove See Hattove Autaparnes 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Simon Autaparnes Hypomone are but the soul thrice told over Autaparnes is the soul denying it self Hypomone the soul bearing the anguish of this deniall of it self From these two results Simon the soul obedient to the spirit of Christ Now there is no self-deniall where there is no corrupt or evill life to be supprest and satisfied nor any Patience or Hypomone where there is no agony from the vexation of self-deniall So that the soul as long as it is Autaparnes or Hypomone is a thing complex or concrete necessarily including the corruption of that evill life or spirit which is the souls self for a time Hence is that riddle easily opened How the strength of Autaparnes is the weakning of Simon and the destruction of him and Hypomone in the valley of Ain Simons consummation and perfection or rather his translation or 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Autaestthesia 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Self-sensednesse Autokineticall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That which moves it self Autopathia 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Denotates the being self-strucken to be sensible of what harms us rather then what is absolutely evill Autophilus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 A lover of himself B BAcha Weeping Bacha Vale is the Valley of tears from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Flevit Beirah or Beiron The brutish life from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 brutum Body The ancient Philosophers have defined it 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sext. Emperic Pyrrhon Hypotyp lib. 3. cap. 5. Near to this is that description Psychathan Cant. 2. Stanz 12. lib. 2. Matter extent in three dimensions But for that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 simple trinall distension doth not imply it wherefore I declin'd it But took in matter according to their conceit that phansie a Materia prima I acknowledge none and consequently no such corpus naturale as our Physiologist make the subject of that science That 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is nothing but a fixt spirit the conspissation or coagulation of the cuspidall particles of the Cone which are indeed the Centrall Tasis or inward effence of the sensible world These be an infinite number of vitall Atoms that may be wakened into divers tinctures or energies into Fiery Watery Earthy c. And one divine Fiat can unloose them all into an universall mist or turn them out of that sweat into a drie and pure Ethereall temper These be the last projections of life from the soul of the world and are act or form though debil and indifferent like that which they call the first matter But they are not merely passive but meet their information half way as I may so speak are radiant ab intimo and awake into this or the other operation by the powerfull appulse of some superadvenient form That which change of phantasmes is to the soul that is alteration of rayes to them For their rayes are ab intrinseco as the phantasmes of the soul These be the reall matter of which all supposed bodies are compounded and this matter as I said is form and life so that all is life and form what ever is in the world as I have somewhere intimated in Antipsychopan But how ever I use the
Mela. Cleanthes Cl. MEla my dear why been thy looks so sad As if thy gentle heart were sunk with care Impart thy case for be it good or bad Friendship in either will bear equall share Mel. Not so Cleanthes for if bad it be My self must bleed afresh by wounding thee But what it is my slow uncertain wit Cannot well judge But thou shalt sentence give How manfully of late my self I quit When with that lordly lad by chance I strive Cl. Of friendship Mela let 's that story hear Mel. Sit down Cleanthes then and lend thine ear Upon a day as best did please my mind Walking abroad amidst the verdant field Scattering my carefull thoughts i' th' wanton wind The pleasure of my path so farre had till'd My feeble feet that without timely rest Uneath it were to reach my wonted nest In secret shade farre moved from mortalls sight In lowly dale my wandring limbs I laid On the cool grasse where Natures pregnant wit A goodly Bower of thickest trees had made Amongst the leaves the chearfull Birds did fare And sweetly carol'd to the echoing Air. Hard at my feet ran down a crystall spring Which did the cumbrous pebbles hoarsly chide For standing in the way Though murmuring The broken stream his course did rightly guide And strongly pressing forward with disdain The grassie flore divided into twain The place a while did feed my foolish eye As being new and eke mine idle ear Did listen oft to that wild harmonie And oft my curious phansie would compare How well agreed the Brooks low muttering Base With the birds trebbles pearch'd on higher place But senses objects soon do glut the soul Or rather weary with their emptinesse So I all heedlesse how the waters roll And mindlesse of the mirth the birds expresse Into my self 'gin softly to retire After hid heavenly pleasures to enquire While I this enterprize do entertain Lo on the other side in thickest bushes A mighty noise with that a naked swain With blew and purple wings streight rudely rushes He leaps down light upon the flowry green Like sight before mine eyes had never seen At 's snowy back the boy a quiver wore Right fairly wrought and gilded all with gold A silver bow in his left hand he bore And in his right a ready shaft did hold Thus armed stood he and betwixt us tway The labouring brook did break its toilsome way The wanton lad whose sport is others pain Did charge his bended bow with deadly dart And drawing to the head with might and main With fell intent he aim'd to hit my heart But ever as he shot his arrows still In their mid course dropt down into the rill Of wondrous virtues that in waters been Is needlesse to rehearse all books do ring Of those strange rarities But ne're was seen Such virtue as resided in this spring The noveltie did make me much admire But stirr'd the hasty youth to ragefull ire As heed lesse fowls that take their per'lous flight Over that bane of birds Avernâ— lake Do drop down dead so dead his shafts did light Amid the stream which presently did slake Their fiery points and all their feathers wet Which made the youngster Godling inly fret Thus lustfull Love this was that love I ween Was wholly changed to consuming ire And eath it was sith they 're so near a kin They be both born of one rebellious fire But he supprest his wrath and by and by For feathered darts he winged words let flie Vain man said he and would thou wer'st not vain That hid'st thy self in solitary shade And spil'st thy precious youth in sad disdain Hating this lifes delight Hath God thee made Part of this world and wilt not thou partake Of this worlds pleasure for its makers sake Unthankfull wretch Gods gifts thus to reject And maken nought of Natures goodly dower That milders still away through thy neglect And dying fades like unregarded flower This life is good what 's good thou must improve The highest improvement of this life is love Had I but O that envious Destinie Or Stygian vow or thrice accursed charm Should in this place free passage thus denie Unto my shafts as messengers of harm Had I but once transfixt thy froward breast How would'st thou then I staid not for the rest But thus half angry to the boy replide How would'st thou then my soul of sense bereave I blinded thee more blind should choose my guide How would'st thou then my muddied mind deceive With fading shows that in my errour vile Base lust I love should tearm vice virtue stile How should my wicked rhymes then idolize Thy wretched power and with impious wit Impute thy base born passions to the skies And my souls sicknesse count an heavenly fit My weaknesse strength my wisdome to be caught My bane my blisse mine ease to be o'rewraught How often through my fondly feigning mind And frantick phansie in my Mistris eye Should I a thousand fluttering Cupids find Bathing their busis wings How oft espie Under the shadow of her eye-brows fair Ten thousand Graces sit all naked bare Thus haunted should I be with such feat fiends A pretty madnesse were my portion due Foolish my self I would not hear my friends Should deem the true for false the false for true My way all dark more slippery then ice My attendants anger pride and jealousies Unthankfull then to God I should neglect All the whole world for one poore sorry wight Whose pestilent eye into my heart project Would burn like poysonous Comet in my spright Aye me how dismall then would prove that day Whose onely light sprang from so fatall ray Who seeks for pleasure in this mortall life By diving deep into the body base Shall loose true pleasure But who gainly strive Their sinking soul above this bulk to place Enlarg'd delight they certainly shall find Unbounded joyes to fill their boundlesse mind When I my self from mine own self do quit And each thing else then an all-spreaden love To the vast Universe my soul doth fit Makes me half equall to All-seeing Jove My mightie wings high stretch'd then clapping light I brush the starres and make them shine more bright Then all the works of God with close embrace I dearly hug in my enlarged arms All the hid paths of heavenly Love I trace And boldly listen to his secret charms Then clearly view-I where true light doth rise And where eternall Night low-pressed lies Thus lose I not by leaving small delight But gain more joy while I my self suspend From this and that for then with all unite I all enjoy and love that love commends That all is more then loves the partiall soul Whose petty love th' impartiall fates controll Ah son said he and laughed very loud That trickst thy tongue with uncouth strange disguize Extolling highly that with speeches proud To mortall men that humane state denies And rashly blaming what thou never knew Let men experienc'd speak if they 'll
speak true Had I once lanc'd thy froward flinty heart And cruddled bloud had thawn with living fire And prickt thy drousie sprite with gentle smart How wouldst thou wake to kindle sweet desire Thy soul fill'd up with overflowing pleasures Would dew thy lips with honey dtopping measures Then would thou caroll loud and sweetly sing In honour of my sacred Deity That all the woods and hollow hills would ring Reechoning thy heavenly harmony And eke the hardy rocks withfull rebounds Would faithfully return thy silver sounds Next unto me would be thy Mistresse fair Whom thou might setten out with goodly skill Her peerlesse beauty and her virtues rare That all would wonder at thy gracefull quill And lastly in us both thy self shouldst raise And crown thy temples with immortall bayes But now thy riddles all men do neglect Thy rugged lines of all do ly forlorn Unwelcome rhymes that rudely do detect The Readers ignorance Men holden scorn To be so often non-plus'd or to spell And on one stanza a whole age to dwell Besides this harsh and hard obscurity Of the hid sense thy words are barbarous And strangely new and yet too frequently Return as usuall plain and obvious So that the show of the new thick-set patch Marres all the old with which it ill doth match But if thy haughty mind forsooth would deign To stoop so low as t' hearken to my lore Then wouldst thou with trim lovers not disdeign To adorn th' outside set the best before Nor rub nor wrinkle would thy verses spoil Thy rhymes should run as glib and smooth as oyl If that be all said I thy reasons slight Can never move my well establish'd mind Full well I wote alwayes the present sprite Or life that doth possesse the soul doth blind Shutting the windows ' gainst broad open day Lest fairer sights its uglinesse bewray The soul then loves that disposition best Because no better comes unto her view The drunkard drunkennesse the sluggard rest Th' Ambitious honour and obeysance due So all the rest do love their vices base ' Cause virtues beauty comes not into place And looser love ' gainst Chastity divine Would shut the door that he might sit alone Then wholly should my mind to him incline And woxen strait since larger love was gone That paultry spirit of low contracting lust VVould fit my soul as if 't were made for 't just Then should I with my fellow bird or brute So strangely metamorphiz'd either ney Or bellow loud or if 't may better sute Chirp out my joy pearch'd upon higher spray My passions fond with impudence rehearse Immortalize my madnesse in a verse This is the summe of thy deceiving boast That I vain ludenesse highly should admire When I the sense of better things have lost And chang'd my heavenly heat for hellish fire Passion is blind but virtues piercing eye Approching danger can from farre espie And what thou dost Pedantickly object Concerning my rude rugged uncouth style As childish toy I manfully neglect And at thy hidden snares do inly smile How ill alas with wisdome it accords To sell my living sense for livelesse words My thought 's the fittest measure of my tongue Wherefore I 'll use what 's most significant And rather then my inward meaning wrong Or my full-shining notion trimly skant I 'll conjure up old words out of their grave Or call fresh forrein force in if need crave And these attending on my moving mind Shall duly usher in the fitting sense As oft as meet occasion I find Unusuall words oft used give lesse offence Nor will the old contexture dim or marre For often us'd they 're next to old thred-bare And if the old seem in too rusty hew Then frequent rubbing makes them shine like gold And glister all with colour gayly new Wherefore to use them both we will be bold Thus lists me fondly with fond folk to toy And answer fools with equall foolery The meaner mind works with more nicetie As Spiders wont to weave their idle web But braver spirits do all things gallantly Of lesser failings nought at all affred So Natures carelesse pencill dipt in light With sprinkled starres hath spattered the Night And if my notions clear though rudely thrown And loosely scattered in my poesie May lend men light till the dead Night be gone And Morning fresh with roses strew the sky It is enough I meant no trimmer frame Nor by nice needle-work to seek a name Vain man that seekest name ' mongst earthly men Devoid of God and all good virtuous lere Who groping in the dark do nothing ken But mad with griping care their souls do tear Or Burst with hatred or with envie pine Or burn with rage or melt out at their eyne Thrice happy he whose name is writ above And doeth good though gaining infamy Requiteth evil turns with hearty love And recks not what befalls him outwardly Whose worth is in himself and onely blisse In his pure conscience that doth nought amisse Who placeth pleasure in his purged soul And virtuous life his treasure doth esteem Who can his passions master and controll And that true lordly manlinesse doth deem Who from this world himself hath clearly quit Counts nought his own but what lives in his sprite So when his spright from this vain world shall flit It bears all with it whatsoever was dear Unto it self passing in easie fit As kindly ripen'd corn comes out of th' ear Thus mindlesse of what idle men will say He takes his own and stilly goes his way But the Retinue of proud Lucifer Those blustering Poets that fly after fame And deck themselves like the bright Morning-starre Alas it is but all a crakling flame For death will strip them of that glorious plume That airie blisse will vanish into fume For can their carefull ghosts from Limbo Lake Return or listen from the bowed skie To heare how well their learned lines do take Or if they could is Heavens felicitie So small as by mans praise to be encreas'd Hells pain no greater then hence to be eas'd Therefore once dead in vain shall I transmit My shadow to gâ—zing Posterity Cast farre behind me I shall never see 't On Heavens fair Sunne having fast fixt mine eye Nor while I live heed I what man doth praise Or underprize mine unaffected layes What moves thee then said he to take the pains And spenden time if thou contemn'st the fruit Sweet fruit of fame that fills the Poets brains With high conceit and feeds his fainting wit How pleasant 't is in honour here to live And dead thy name for ever to survive Or is thy abject mind so basely bent As of thy Muse to maken Merchandize And well I wote this is no strange intent The hopefull glimps of gold from chattering Pies From Daws and Crows and Parots oft hath wrung An unexpected Pegaseian song Foul shame on him quoth I that shamefull thought Doth entertain within his dunghill breast Both God and Nature hath my