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Microcosmos The discovery of the little world, with the government thereof. By Iohn Davies.
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Davies, John, 1565?-1618.
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endlesse rest it giues No rest it yeelds but kils both Man and Beast Yet rest it giues by reaving of their liues So kniues bereaue their rest that rest by kniues Men go to bed as to their graue with breath Where Death vnwares of breath theÌ„ oft depriues So while they sleepe in life they sleepe in death True Image of the life in Hell beneath For if in that Hell be degrees of Woes As Truth it selfe affirmes with voice divine Then may these seeme to be the worst of those That lowest Hell doth in it selfe confine For weeping and Teeth-gnashing that Hels Signe Is seene each where where civill Swords doe rage VVhich do the best-backt states in sunder chine And with Hell-like confusion doe engage The brightest Empires to darke Vassallage As when the might'st Baiazeth is come Into the clawes of some rude Tamburlaine Hee 's vsd more basely then the basest Groome Till he be forc'd to beate out his owne Braine Against the cage of his hard Harts disdaine So when the civill Swords vncivilliz'd In mightist Empires there it runnes amaine Through all till all be with Contempt surpriz'd Or all doe end ere so will be dispisde Thus whiles Athalia hath her owne bloud suckt And Achaz in the fire his Flesh did frie Yea whiles Samaria on her Walles hath pluckt Her childrens Limbes in sunder savagely Devouring them with hunger greedily Our Milke and hoony-flowing Palestine Hath overflowne withall felicitie Whiles Envie sought but could not saue repine To hale vs from this Sea with Hooke and Line So wee alone orewhelm'd in Earthlie Blisse Still diue in Pleasures Streames to finde new Ioies Not knowing once what Sword or Famine is Nor the least thing that Nature ought annoyes Saue when we list to make them sporting Toies VVhat are we Lord or what our Fathers house That it by thee such vvelfare still enioies As it doth seeme thy vvhole care 's cast on vs And to vs only wert most gracious VVhat endlesse Peales of Praise are due to thee From those to whom as to vnworthy vs Thou leavest not an headlesse Anarchee As to the Caniballs prodigious A Government more then most monsterous Nor as to the Tartarian Herdes of Cham Nor Swarmes of Tubal-gog most ravenous But with thy powre divine them vp didst dam Farre off from Albion in the Land of Ham Our present happinesse shall more appeere And long may it bee present and to come Compared with the state wherein we were At our grand Ancestors first calling home To civill life that long did rudely rome Their common-weale if so it may bee call'd VVas like to Romes when Sylla rag'd in Rome VVith Rage and Wronge and lawlesse might enthrall'd And by each savage Furie ever galld The greate devour'd the meane the meane the lesse VVho could gripe hardest held all as he would VVho crost his will the law did then transgresse For which he dide or dying liue he should So strongest Theeues themselues did Princes hold All was worse then it seem'd yet seem'd all woe For t was a Nation which this Land did hold That liv'd by one anothers overthro Yet for they liu'd togither seem'd not so I could although my Muse were neere so dull Be endlesse in this infinite discourse But now Decorum hy the eare doth pull My forward Muse and staies her in her course Lest that a Booke her Preface wax perforce It is ynough my Booke doth ore abound VVith tedious lines if not with lines farre worse Yet in well-borne Prolixitie is found That which abortiue Breefenesse cannot bound And for a tast God graunt it may prooue tastie Of what the Muse can doe now thou art come That which ensues though shee were over-hastie Is her first speach since Musing made her dombe This Brat conceaved in her barraine Wombe Was made to moue by the all-movers aide And if both moue thee to like all or some I shall account my Muse the blessedst Maide That ever for an Husband so long staide Yet shee that next to God and thee hath right My service to command commandeth me To be hir Mouth to vtter what shee might vnto hir great'st Protector next to thee Ere that my short wing'd Muse doo further flee My deerest Country VVales commandeth this That in the depth of all humilitee I let hir Prince to know how ill shee is For want of him hir Loue hir Life hir blisse VVhat shall I say deere Liege I 'm at a stand That haue so much with little skill to say Heau'n Earth Men Beasts Fish Fowle yea Sea and Land Exults with vs insults on those that may And will not curst be those I cursing pray To curse Gods foes and youres is but to blesse Those that be his and yours and both obay David did so and Davies doth no lesse Amen saie all that loue true blessednesse Iohn Davies CAMBRIA To the high and mighty Henâ—y by the grace of God Prince of Wales GReat Grandame Wales from whom these Ancestors Descended from whom I poore I descend I owe so much to my Pregeniâ—ors And to thee for them that vntill mine end Thy name and fame I le honor and defend Sith Ioy doth pasâ—age to thy speech deny For that thy Prince â—hine honor doth commend Lest that thy silence might be tane awrie Mine Artlesse Pâ—n shall thy Tongues want supply Did Curtius more for Rome then I for thee That willingly to saue thee from annoy Of dire dislike for ingratuitee Do take vpon me to expresse thy ioy And so my Muse in boundlesse Seas destroie Yet lo deere Grandame how myne active Loue My little All doth more then all imploy For thee that thou by me thy Prince maist moue To louethee for the ioy he makes thee proue O then most gracious Sonne vnto that Sire VVhose grace doth glorifie both Sire Sonnâ— Of thy great grace I prostrate thee desire To cast thine Eye on mine intention Rather then on my Muses action The Burden's waighty which shee vndergoes And shee is VVeake and Dull in motion Then let thy lively Soule hir Soule inclose And giue hir youth and Spright that aged groes As when a yongling lieth by the syde Of some old Sire his age doth vertue draw From his deere youth that makes Age longer bide So mine invention old cold rude and raw Not able to disgest ought in hir maw May by the quicke hereditary heate Of thy yong Muse that yâ—iest thoughts can thaw In VVales my Countries name performe this feare And welcome thee to thy long empty Seatâ— But ô I feele but with the thought of thee My frozen thoughts to melt as with a Sunne Whose comfort Brutes Remayne doth long to see And through my Nerues I feele the warme bloud runne FroÌ„ hart to braines to heat invention Mount Muse vpon the winges of high desire Runn Numbers now my swistest thoughts outruÌ„ne That prostrate on my face while you aspire I may salute thie Prince VVales and his Sire
but trie To keepe them in in their conceaving place Dissembling so Discretions fowle disgrace But as I cannot colour my defects So can I wel dissemble in no case Which is the cause of many badd effects For none though nere so vaine this vaine affects Teares are the Tokens of a Passion'd Soule That Hart for Loue somtimes sends to the Eies And oft they witnes there Ioy Paine or Dole But how so ere from Passion strong they rise Which Passion in Compassion often lies Mine Eies are kyn too neere of kyn to these Which though my Spirit doth it much despise Yet doe they turne mine Eyes too oft to Seas To drowne Harts Passion and to give it ease But blessed were I if mine Eyes could flowe With Teares of Pittie seeing the distrest But much more blest had I then to bestow And franckly giue then were I treble blest In Teares in wealth and in both so addrest My Secret to my selfe I blesse Him ay For being no worse though badd I be at best The lesse I speake of what I feele that way The more I feele his grace my thoughts to sway He Fount of goodnesse holie be his name Was often seene when he as man was seene To weepe and seem'd delighted with the same Seeing the VVorld through his Teares stil oreseene That might by his example blest haue beene Who never was observ'd to laugh or iest Either in Manhood or when yeares were greene At merry-meetings or at vveddings feast Showing thereby what moode fitts Vertue best If Ioy at any time had toucht his Soule As when his words had made a Proselite He only wise would wisely it controule For that this moode with Maiesty doâ—h fight Which in his Person was enthron'd by right This we admire as that we cannot doe For we in pleasures vaine so much delight That Ioy may make vs madd and kill vs too For Ioy or Griefe can our hart-stringes vndoe Thus when our Teares doe testifie our ruth We neede not rue or of them be asham'd For Vertue therein her owne selfe ensuth When with selfe-love her Soule is most inflam'd Which selfe-loue burns the Soul yet nere is blam'd Wherefore such Teares and Teares effus'd for sinne Is wyne of Angels so by Angells nam'd Then blessed are those Founts that never lyn To send forth streames that Angells glory in VVhen sighes for sinne ascendâ— Mercy descends And in the rise their flight anticipates Grace centreth sighes that Mercy comprehends But sighes from sinne ascending Mercie hates Sighes for and from sinne are vnequall mates From sinne none but sighes sinneful can arise But sighes for sinne high grace consociates And did not Mercie stay them in the rise They would with violence the Heav'ns surprise Two kindes of Ioy or Griefe the Hart conceaues For Good or Ill possessed or future The name of Hope the later Ioy receaues Which of some good to come doth vs assure The latter Griefe doth Feare in vs procure Of Ill to come which we with Griefe expect So Ioy and Hope or Griefe and Feare in powre Are much alike their ods Time doth effect And take their names as they doe Time respect Hope time to come respects bred by Desire Desire of good wherein we Ioie by Hope Hope hath no helpe of science but intire Rests on coniecture which to doubt lies ope And likelyhood giues her her vtmost scope Yet Hope that 's fixt on that all-working VVord That gaue Earth being and the Heav'nly Cope Excludes Coniecture and is so assur'd As if that hopt for Time did straite afford Then no true Ioy can hope accompany That hath but likelyhood for her best stay For such hope Posse evermore doth eie Which ere it comes to Esse slides away For in each Possibilitie we may Behold a possibilitie of faile Which must of force our hope sometimes dismay Then Feare a shaking hope must needes assaile And hope must shake that crosse events may quaile Such is the VVickeds most assured hope Who Ancor it on transitorie Toyes They feare the cracking of that cable Rope That holds them to their hopes expected ioies Contingencie their constan'st hope annoies Which ay is constant in vnconstancie And oft them with their groundlesse hope destroies Which fils their hopes with dire perplexity And lines their ioies with lasting miserie But hope that hath for obiect certaine things As those which Truthes nere-failing word assures In great'st distresse great consolation brings And like good sauce an appetite procures Griefe to disgest as long as life endures This hope makes harts to hold that els would breake And harts almost quite broken shee recures And when our foes by force our ruine seeke She giues vs streÌ„gth to weene their force too weake Shee holds the powres of hell in high contempt And makes a iest of temp'ral powre or paine From all annoy of both shee is exempt For in Griefes bowels shee doth ioie retaine As Ionas did in the VVhales intertaine The aire shee striketh with so strong a winge That aire or fire the force cannot restraine But vp shee will through both and ev'ry thing That lets her from the place of her biding Nay she with such resistlesse wings doth flie That shee her selfe her selfe doth oft surmount The Faithfuls Father made her so to stie And diverse other Saintes of lesse account Being on her VVings she maugre force wil mount Who through the ten-fold heav'ns though thick hard CaÌ„ glide with ease as Fish do through a fouÌ„t Nor by the high'st himselfe can shee be bard But will prevaile as it with Iacob far'd Thus Ioy and Hope goe iointly hand in hand Like Twins got by Desire by Fancie borne And as Hopes ioie on future Good doth stand So Fear 's a griefe conceav'd for Ill vnborne Which we expect wherewith the Soule is torne Then looke what ods there is twixt Hope and Ioy The like 's twixt Feare and griefe in minds forlone A like they comfort or the Minde annoy As they best know that best or worst enioy Feare doth the Hart contract that Hope dilates And shut so close that vitall Sp'rits it pines Then Nature to prevent death which shee hates Drawes bloud and Sp'rits from al the parts confines And to the Hart in haste the same assignes Then are the outward partes as pale as cold And quake as fearing their approaching fines Then pants the heart that labours life to hold Which ties the Tongue womb loosing ere it should And as this sense-confounding Passion Feare The hart with horror thus excruciates So in the soule it such a swaie doth beare That it the Powres thereof quite dissipates And makes most abiects of most mightie States How like an Idoll stands Feares servile Slaue Whose total senses Feare so captivates That no one sense hath force it selfe to saue But Death desires to kill the feare they haue If this base Feare harts hatefull hel possesse The hart the