my tears Lord let the faithless see Miracles ceas'd revive in me The Leper cleans'd Blinde heal'd Dead rais'd by thee Whither ah whither shall I fly To heav'n my sins ah sins there cry Yet mercy Lord O mercy hear Th' atoning incense of my prayer A broken heart thou l't not despise See! see a Contrites sacrifice Keep keep viols of wrath keep still I 'le viols Lord of Odors fill O prayers sighs grones and tears a shower This precious ointment forth I 'le power I 'le noint wash wipe kisse wash wipe weep My tears Lord in thy bottle keep Lest flames of lust and fond desire Kindle fresh fuel for thine ire Which tears must quench like Magdalene I 'le wash thee Lord till I be clean The good Samaritan WHy art so sad my soul ah why Doth sorrow make thy bones all dry Shall my sin speak so loud and I not cry Thou good Samaritane save See every wound 's a grave Sins were the Theeves let me thy mercies have See how the priests with them partake And by not pittying new wounds make Can pass with hearts unmov'd though their heads shake Nor tears nor wounds can pitty win Thy words the twopence heav'n Lord the Inn. Thy blood the oyl must cure the wounds of sin Up up my soul make hast arise Yet be not rash beware be wise Heav'n loves not a fools sacrifice The vale 's for servants sin unloose 'T is holy ground put off thy shoes An Isaack for an off'ring choose Let not an Ismael with him share So up my soul up offer there Besiedge arm'd enter heav'n by prayer What though thy sins in troops like stars Have menac'd heav'n so oâ—…t to wars Heav'n conquering pray'rs atones the jars Rise Sun stars shall appear no more See ah fresh sins like â—…ands of th' shore Pennance lends floods to hide them ore Vox poenitentiae I I ah I thee Lord betraid While sin strange insurrections made I I like him with lips durst kisse Who sought out 's hell at gates of blisse My sins ah scourges buffets are My sins ah thorns thy temples tare My sin presents the spear nails gall Renews thy sweat death buriall Yet while I Lord with Mary come Early with spices to thy tomb With balm of pennance waiting there To offer odours up in prayer After repentant showrs of dew Angels my Sun 's arise shall shew Heark heark who 's both the light and way Calls thee my soul make hast obey Ah loads of sin and flesh can I A Camel passe a needles eye Say oh say not thaâ—… heav'n gate Too narrow is or way too strait Faith and good works can dispossess Thee both thy Loades of sin and flesh And so convei'd on wings of pray'r Thou maist like incense enter there So shalt thou find a way not strait He kneels who enters at Heav'n gate Spirit Flesh S. ARisâ—… make hast F. VVhither ah whither flies my soul so fast S. Heav'n calls obey F. 'T is night ah stay 't is night thou l't lose thy way S. The day springs rose F. Ah but thy sin black clouds doth interpose S. Those pennance clears The Sun succeds a sacred dew of teares See a full shower Heaven suffers voyolence by an holy Power F. Ah heav'n is high S. Pray'r lends a Iacobs ladder to the sky Angels descend F. VVrestle ah wrestle blessing crowns the end Soul and Christ C. SEE see Grace with her widened arms S. No Adder's here To stop an ear Gainst soul ingaging Graces charms Speak Lord O speak thy servant hears C. Come ye who thirst S. Lord give me first And in thy bottle put my tears C. The laden's call'd haste my soul haste S. Lord seest not these Ah Mountains Seas How how ah how are these o'repast C. To faith my soul fly fly ne're stay Faith can cast these Mountains i th' seas Faith through a Red sea made her way S. Lord though my sins like Mountains be A grain of Faith Still Virtue hath Thy blood sweet Iesu's a Red-sea Of Prayer AWay cold hypocrite away Why art not heard couldst ever pray Didst heav'n in flames of zeal aspire Like th' prophet carried up in fire What sympathy hath day with night Communicates darkness with the light Where lust revenge and passion shrowds Can heav'n be found through such black clouds Talke not of faith the Devils do Believe as much know more then you Nay do more good though none allow They at that Name thou slight'st forc'd bow Could such works save they thee outdo They have their fear and trembling too Wouldst thou no more thine asking miss Learn then no more to ask amiss Thy self sweet Lord thy self I ask no more Heav'n hath no joy without thee Earth no store To the Soul DUll soul aspire Thou art not earth mount higher Heav'n gave the spark to it return the fire Let sin ne're quench Thy high flam'd spirit hence The earth the heat to heaven the flame dispence Rejoyce rejoyce Turn turn each part a voice VVhile to the heart-strings tun'd ye all rejoyce The house is swept VVhich sin so long foul kept The peny 's found for which the loser wept And purg'd with tears Gods Image re-appears The peny truly shews whose stamp it bears The sheep long lost Sins wilderness oft crost Is found regain'd return'd spare spare no cost 'T is heav'ns own suit Hark how it woo's you to 't VVhen Angels needs must speak shall man be mute On the Nativity AH my dear Lord what shall I give To thee who gav'st thy â—…elf for me Since thou could'st die how shall I live Shall I not daily die with thee This is the day which thou didst make Teach me Lord teach me to rejoyce Shall I the shepherds Musick take Or to thine Angels tune my voice My Bread Life Vine Truth Door Light Way All fulness meets my Lord in thee What can I worse then nought repay Thee heav'ns all made so low for me To thee both Prophet Priest and King I have no treasury to ope I can no spices off rings bring But Odours of an heart that 's broke Lord let this incense offer'd up As a sweet smelling savour be So of salvation I the Cup Shall take and call my God on thee Whil'st Gold refiâ—…'d I tribute bring My self thine Image to my King The Contents THe Poet pag. 1 On the Soul 4 The fruit of Paradise 6 On the Masters of the Science of defence in Controversie 8 Iesuite 9 The Church ib. The Polemick Protestant D. 10 The Presbyter 11 Prophanum vulgus The People 13 On servile Will irrespective Election and Reprobation ib. Sectaries 15 Enthusiasticks 16 Beraean ib. Fiduciarie 17 In multiplicem Schismatis Hydram Universall Leprosy 18 On the Umbraticall Doctors on the Romish Party ib. On the Fencers for Religion 19 B. Iewel 20 Doctor Whitaker 20 Doctor Field on the Church ib. Dr. White Sir H. Lynd Dr. Featley in answer to Lyndomastix ib. Mr. Perkins ib. Dr. Usher ib. Mr.
pick'd Bear-like nor form'd nor handsom 'cause their lick'd Vents onely what mistaken Sages Coyn'd With the disguise of verse on what 's purloin'd Unhappy fate of Poets to be poor All beg'd or borrowed from anothers store He must have ravell'd times and Kingdoms through And when the world oreview'd can make a new A Plato's Commonwealth who can outdo A Mores Utopia and Atlantis too Can challenge Titians or our Vandickes hand Upbraiding nature whose rich pieces stand Not Zeuxes-like paint grapes that birds draw nigh But red with blood of Families drunkards fly Pierces like lightning yet not hurts the skin Though melts i th womb the conceived Child of sin At th' horror himself makes th' Tyrant fear While he 's transform'd to Tyger Wolf or Bear 'Bove th' Theban Harmony can structure raise To Abrahams Sons teach ev'n stones God to praise Make birdlim'd Avarice th' Idol gold to leave Think 't pale with guilt or gilt ore to deceive Into a scorch'd Amorist ice convey Calm rage while reason passions storms obey Embalm'd with Odours virtue make perfume While putred vanity doth in stench consume Tainted with sour breath rotten vice decaies Virtue is alwaies green like th' Poets bayes The Luxury of whose wit runs not to weeds But running up provides for knowledge seeds Who Eagle-like doth on a Pyramid sit 'Bove passions tempests and a flashing wit Above the Clouds secure doth view the Sun And in a line like him inlightning run Nay with Ecstatick Paul doth take take a â—…light And with intelligences trades for sight Thus to the Echoing Angels Moses sung And David's harps to Hâ—…llelujahs strung In proverbs glorious Solomon's aray'd From clouds of parable th' Gospel light displai'd Nor would it blasphemy be for to deny The whole Creation ought but Poesie When God in number made and measure all May we not truly term poeticall Six daies the order in Creation show Not how God made but we th' worl'd made may know Lesse then a moment made it a sit lux Stream'd out life Essence motion times efflux The world as in a womb was in Gods mind Within himself all light to make 't outshin'd The Ridle destiny which unhinges brains Within him with whom all 's present how remains Who preordains the things that present be 'T is God descends to us by Poesie Paul with such knots as these Christs Spouse hath drest Which to damnation the unstable wrest While Poet-like he acts the Carnal man They make him so by their own lusts him scan Poets are Prophets and the Priests of Heav'n Though to Hels mimicks Idol Priests th' names giv'n Into Ierusalem Lord turn Babylons flame The objects vary yet the passions th' same Teach that love holinesse which no holinesse knew Let zeal inflame the hearts which lust did stew Thus holinesse to the Lord we all may sing To write take pinions from a Cherubs wing On the Soul ENigma to the Philosopher and divine All the souls effects none can the soul define All say the soul immortall none do prove Nor life nor arguments a belief can move How can the soul an act of the body be Which to the body gives existencie If out of matter souls result can we In natural souls prove immortalitie Or him who saies mankind hath one controul Since every species can have but one soul If the soul 's infus'd how shares it Adams sin How with divinities the sin of flesh serv'd in Or who in all i th shapes of men here move Can souls that rational or immortal prove Each species may give souls of grouth and sense Vital and animal functions may dispence Without infusion wise as Banks his horse Then whom few better we find many worse Who knows himself knows all hee 's wise indeed Who can retire within and himself read Unhinging wiser brains shall nere stretch mine What 's the soul I care not Lord so it be thine Whether the soul 's traduced or infus'd It not concerns but how by passions us'd Whom flesh doth rule can't what is soul is know who 'd know 't with God must in acquaintance grow What is it Lord 't is thine sure part of thee Treating in humane flesh a Deitie Th' soul 's all in all and all in every part So all in all and in all Lord thou art By whom we live move be and all things know Life motion essence knowledge from thee flow Is 't not a glimps of th' spirit first made light VVhich here is mufled in a Cloud of night VVhen God but takes this veil of flesh away To him the light of lights returns this ray The soul that works by principles of light Doth while 't is here it self to God unite VVho here laies the vesture of his flesh aside From him Heav'n glory Earth can't secrets hide Let contemplation give but wings toth' soul It in a moment travels to each pole Descends to th' center mounts to th' top of th' world In thousand places can at once be hurl'd Can fathom the universe without touching it A Judge of states Arts nay of worlds may sit But oh a soul immers'd in flesh and blood Is lost 'midst wild beasts in a pathlesse wood Ambition wracks the soul 't is fool'd by love Pleasure doth melt hope by a tickling move Anger now burns then 's reinflam'd by lust Despair depresâ—…es avarice doth rust Now cruelty doth obdurate to a stone And then revenge makes me more hard then one Envy now gnaws and hatred strait her sours The fire of jealousie smothers all her pow'rs Sorrow doth lend me floods which fear turns ice I 'me cold to virtue hardned by vice Lord see this bird of Paradise in a Cage Assayled by a mutinous tumuls rage See th' daughter of thy bounty heav'ns own Child By passions rable shall she be defil'd Shall they the Scepter of her government take She is a Queen which thou her Kings didst make Thâ—… Kings daughter Lord was glorious within Let not her beauty be ecclips'd by sin She 〈◊〉 her fellows should be brought to thee Virtues and Graces should companions be A wedding garment Lord on her bestow Let her embroidâ—…ed with thy graces go If with th' white robe of innocence I can't come Mix the purple of thy blood or martyrdom Since the soul 's a ray that 's borrow'd of thy light Shall sin extinguish't in eternall night Lord let my soul return from whence it came Let not a spark of Heav'n turn to hells flame The fruit of Paradise VVHen that my soul by magique would aspire Prometheusâ—…ike fetch down Celestial fire Paul like to Paradise rap'd by th' part divine Sure lust doth me unto this tree recline While I descend and th' pleasures tast of sense The tree of life my Jesu 's banish'd hence He must relinquish flesh and blood who 'le be Made a partaker of divinitie Man is a Garden Jesus is within The tree of life which we do lose by sin Vittue makes Heav'n while Hell is made by vice Who
heart in their Philosophy A shallow puddle doth resemblance bear Of Sun Moon Stars and all heav'ns glory there Yet with a finger you may fathom it Seas are too deep for th' Stagirites great wit He on his followers shallownesse doth intail From th' bottom of the well truth gets no bail Surely they dream if dreams in fancy be Fancies are Maxims of Philosophy On Retirement I Leave the world it me yet not alone Nor left have ages for my patrons known Or can I be alone who treat with th' world Which is within your's to th' first Chaos hurl'd I onely then to be alone begin When on my privacies Sciolists crowd in Thus I can pinion time memory recruit From th' Age snatch th' sickle and reap Wisdomes fruit In th' Scheme of th' world my own Nativity finde And there gain eyes to see where Chance is blinde The fool is solitary wise man ne're alone Who hath himself wants no companion Who serves himself is never serv'd amisse Retirement Wisdoms Cousin German is Men live like caged birds crowd and defile Each other while Religion 's in exile Who leaves himself 't is he doth living die Inherits worms who here keeps company All do like worms on putrefaction prey Or in their actions rottennesse display Remote from th' Sun our dayes are there more long Digestion better life and growth more strong Th' worlds glories scorch us dazle or exhale Or sin turns Ethiop or guilt makes us pale Yet when these scorch retire within 's a Cave In our own bodies we may cooling have If Fortunes freeze or more obscured be The souls within a torch light warmth for thee Each sown Umbrella is and his own sun Desert thy self thy joy and light is done Thus you may gain what others strive to seem Let me gain Knowledge others gain Esteem Man a Microcosm NAtures Compendium th' worlds Epitome Our flesh is earth our blood is as a Sea Have heav'n in Knowledge Soul of Gods a ray Which in the night of flesh breaks forth a day What light without that knowledge is within Through th' eyes the windows of our Souls let in To circle bout the world the blood 's a Sun The Stars the senses wâ—…ich their courses run Motions and perturbations of the minde Resemble tempests thunder lightning wind Which in our aëâ—…y Region do arise To cloud the minde and so obscure the Skies These on the blood Commotions once begun We lose th' effect of light by th' clouded sun Tumors like Meteors in our bodies rise The exhalations of impurities And in a Collique or Hysterique fit We feel pent wind a Earthquake make in it Congealed slime like Thunder-bolts we finde By heat of reins in clouds of flesh confin'd Our minde the day is and our flesh the night Death is but darknesse and our life the light Of the Blood POets feign Phoebus blushing sets in red While he descends down to his watery bed Sure in these purple streams the Sun doth glide And in his Crimion Chariot blushing ride While he doth circle through the lesser world Through veins of earth in strange Meanders curl'd Now in a full tide channels doth disdain Flows into flesh and then ebbs back again Thus blood Sun-like gives motion life and sense Spirit and innate heat are nought from hence Distinct from Blood who can the Soul ought call 'T is all in every part and all in all Though Nature seems restor'd by Cock-white broth It is a Sun beam Chariots in the froth Thus man can't get a man unlesse the Sun Club to the act of Generation 'T is light is life 't may place change never dies And by its nature oâ—…ely multiplies How of the body is the Soul the act When without it no body is compact Do we our senses borrow from the brain When before it our senses do remain Or is the heart or liver shops of blood When before either is a purple flood Here is that Plato's here that vestal fire Kindled by Sun-beams which can ne're expire Take away heat 't is Cruor and not blood Streams of impurities issue with this flood Ouseinto flesh and out by Ulcers run Yet ne're were blood no nature took from th' sun Though blood-shews like a heat enamell'd cloud Corruption with discolouring don't shrowd Lord what is man thou should'st thus mindeful be Placing in him this tutelar Deity Water and Earth poor man at best but mud By th' quickning ray of heav'n turn'd flesh and blood When thou but tak'st of heav'n this light away That which before was flesh and blood is clay Gods Tabenacle thus plac'd in the Sun That Giant races must with th' whole world run On the Humours A Tetrasyncrasy must of humours be Nature from discords produce harmony How wisely th' bloody masse is understood Two Cholers black and yellow phlegm and blood Phlegm is so crude it scarce bloods nature takes Blood Choler turns but Choler ne're blood makes Yellow to black by heats exuberance tends Black into none see where perfection ends When Natures work onely Concoction is To gain perfection we arrive at this O happy age from imperfections free Perfections sure mopish or mad to be On the Elements TO answer Humours who four Elements chose Had need the fift their quarrels to compose Sure it is Love doth all together knit Love made the world and Love preserveth it Things diff'rent are but nothing contrary is But as intended or it is remisle Ah! why should Med'ciners in their art agree Since Natures self 's but Contrariety Against Phlebotomy to a Leech PHilosophy ends where Physick doth begin 'T is strangely true for few admit it in Tell stories of Corruption of the blood What 's once corrupt can it return to good To th' habit from privation how 's recesse Phlebotomy's Key not loosing rottennesse Or opening can't distinguish good from bad Would each blood-sucking Leech the knowledge had The treasury of life they 'd not exhaust Take th' price of blood while life with blood is lost To Natures countermiinng not intent To let death in and life out give a vent More merciful Turks thus blood do never spill Under pretence of help nor do they kill Lest to his bloody art th' Leech too much trust To take him off we need from graves fetch dust For Phlebotomy THe Courses Nature doth in Women take To open veins shall we in men forsake VVhere Nature dictates who will not submit She keeps her Monthly terms to plead for it Shee 'll argue à priori by the Nose And by the Breech à posteriori shows VVhen Natures self doth once turn Critical I pray resign no Criticks be at all 'Gainst all Phlebotomy who plead sure jest In th' mood they plead for to refute it best A Piss-pot Prophet SEE th' man of Recipes how his Cloak is lin'd Sure th' insides rich where we such linings finde Can strut not gravely with an ominous look Like Mahomet when from th' Dove he Counsel took Consults with his
seek'st to taint true blew 't will never stain What a blew point the strumpets lace Romes Rag Can'st think there 's lesse Religion in each tag Then all the points you tenter into Uses While Codpiece zeal would point out hot abuses Your blewer pulpit stuff you did so disjoint I durst have swore you 'd never come to th' point Both earth air heav'n thee heretick could invite Could th' Saint once nam'd make thee no proselyte The day she gave 't wing'd Quiristers took the air And joyn'd to sing her praises pair and pair Her gift resembling Violets then appear Proud thus to usher sweetnesse into th' year Yet Birds can't reach her praise Violets her sweet Nor tell what glories in her blew point meet Dost thou not see how th' blewer colour'd vein Doth bâ—…th our spirits life and souls contain Or dost not view how tinctuâ—…'d thus the sky Shews all that 's rich in heavns embroidery Or dost not know how purpled Judges sit As if they took their robes to vote for it Yet veins are uselesse vy'd sky foul words weak To speak the gift let th' Donor Angels speak Angels ah Angels she 's Seraphick sure Nature calcin'd her to that temperature Blew Garter Orders hence are vanish'd gone Blew points succeed mists fly before the sun By box and a blew point a wiser age Surely could nothing lesse then this presage They who their thoughts do elevate with drink Fancy refin'd nothing but blew can think On the Refin'd Lady CHoice extract of thy Sex where we May finde what 's in it good in thee Of so refin'd a temperature Can you then Angels be lesse pure Impurerd egs of flesh and blood Nature by dirt makes great not good When Nature made thee so refin'd Surely she portraict'd out the minde Nothing presents thee to my sense Speaks lesse then an Intelligence who 'd folio's of thy Sex reade o're Since in Epitome he findes more On the wearing of the Tag of her Blew Point THough like a Liquorish stick you 're thin Yet all its sweetnesse is within Like Aarons Rod in virtues bud A twâ—…g in virtue 'bove a wood Sure Kings white wands but Emblems be Of virtues which do reign in thee Some think by Magick Rods decline And by their head point out a Myne But oh more true none this twig see That richer Mynes finde not by thee Sure had Philosophers but you known They 'd this Elixir thought their stone Since you 're a quintessence can refine And make brasse Tags priz'd 'bove a Myne While all that 's glorious meets in you We pay to yours what is your due Who honour Saints of them do love each rag Who loves the Saint must honour needs her tag Had you but lived in a fonder age To your Blew Point they 'd gone a pilgrimage On Pentepicta A Lady with enamell'd Teeth black white and yellow F.W. THe wiseman Teeth call'd flocks of sheep Sure Iacobs speckled flocks here keep Where teeth are checker'd black and white Nay gilt too to inrich delight Her mouth ope you at Chesse may play With teeth resembling night and day Each fondling reach will praise what 's white Is there in Choak such strange delight Give me the mouth like th' Temple floor With speckled Marble paved o're Or oh more rich in gold thus set A row of pearl then one of jet On Flavia A yellow hair'd Lady E.W. COme Eagles here your Eaglets try Where hair seems Sun-beams for the eye Was there but Persians here each hair Might call a Votary to his Prayer While every one emits a ray Brighter then those gâ—…ld th' new born day Could age run back and renew Greece They 'd hither send for th' golden Fleece â—…n honour of this golden hair Sure Spain the golden Fleece doth wear Though gone Hesperian Orchards be Your head preserves the golden Tree Should Goddesses but now contend A hair of it might th' quarrel end Who would not think her the most fair Who could deserve to have your hair Or is your head a hill of fire Since men fâ—…el Aetna in desire Or Cupid of â—…hy hair makes darts Which being fire inflames all hearts Or the proud Boy will captives hold In fetters which are made of gold Nature presaging you would Empire have And rule o're hearts this Crown of Gold you gave On a Crooked Lady M.V. SUre Cupid of thy shoulders makes a bow From whence fly love shafts wounding al thee know See how the mimick Apes do shrug to bear Resemblance with the bunch you carry there View how the supple hamm'd Dons cringing bend As by thy copy they their shapes would mend The enamell'd war drobe of rich Nature view All drooping imitate anâ—… bow like you The bashful Roses shrink into their beds Lillies in emulation hang down heads Lesse then Celestial sure you cannot be The sky embrod'ring Bowe resembles thee Heav'n onâ—…ly thee a richer token bent And to inrich poor Mortals thee us sent That as the Rainbowe token is of love Earth may have one below as heavâ—…n above Hence as by age to hâ—…av'n we nearer grow Age what thy youth arrives to lends a bowe 's Like thee he makes thy praise would sum To th' period of thy praise no pen can come Tâ—…e praise of Thick and Short IF the round figures the most perfect be Th' perfection of thy sex sure 's most in thee Nature imperfect there is understood Where up to legs they run for want of blood Here 's no lank piece stuff'd out with clothes to cheat Bag pudding like thou 'rt all without deceit With thy broad shoulders there 's no slender waste Lest it might fall in two must be strait lac'd Each part 's alike thou art as thick as long Shoulders and waste have one proportion In parchment cloth'd no skeleton here discovers To kill lust in them death unto her lovers No bones stick out to threaten those draw near Sword-like through th' scabberd of the flesh appear Thy quavering flesh to all that do draw nigh At every touch presents an harmony Sure far above the Musick of the spheres Th' harmony of th' whole Globe in thee appears To Dionysia the plump Lady S D. FAt is too luscious when it is alone You fat I lean sure would do well made one How lovely 's fat with lean when inter-lin'd Should we not lovely prove together joyn'd Marr'age makes one of those before were two You may have flesh for me I bones for you Scripture sayes woman made was out of bone But you are flesh sure I a rib alone Oh might I be that rib so near your heart So near alliance death could oâ—…ely part Or you my flesh I would thy spirit be To give new life would actuate in thee Fat easily melts sure hard you cannot be Love to melt you hath kindled fires in me But should you fly the flames must quench and die How can the fire be kept no fewel nigh While I do burn should â—…ou the fuel prove Wee
are charms each look An Atheist to reform's a book If blessed are the meek in spirit If th' peaceful th' Kingdom shall inherit Where virtues graces blessings meet Shall not that soul be made compleat They 'r truly noble who are good Virtue makes noble and not blood If Parents virtues dowries are How rich is 〈◊〉 must be your heir On Marriage THough for my fancy mistresses I chuse Yet when I marry I 'l my judgement use When I my body wed I 'le wed my mind Give me a love that sees not lust that 's blind For lasting pleasure who would take a flower Who beauty love they love but for an hour Wed riches they have wings love with them flies An Ox is gilded thus for sacrifice Nor would I poverty nurse to male-content The snake i th' bosom iodg'd with sting paid rent Nor while I fear 't for dirt take dunghill race How can they not be foul who dirt embrace I must have virtues if not fortunes heir Since Parents virtues greatest dowries are Nor love I those who boast of generous blood But those whose generous actions prove it good Or will I wrong the ashes of the dead Disturb his bones while I his relick wed A widows lust may live whose love is dead The Leek hath a green tail with a grey head Since Adam first was form'd and then built Eve To rotten bones why should my young flesh cleave Who us'd to strike a League some blood did draw Who gain a maidenhead do renew the Law Love thus must enter grow as we grow in years The garment 's best long as we need it wears Mexentius like they dead with living twine Who youth and age in marriage do combine They who this more then Gordin knot do knit Must tie two souls in one by tying it Like to Hippocates twins both laugh and cry Their hearts by th' same strings tun'd both live and die Passion must never enter reasons seat VVhile fury enters loves in a retreat If drink like Circes Cup transforms to swine Then take no cups a beast made she 's not thine As Saints to Altars so to bed repair Love hath his Altars bring chast oftâ—…rings there He gives notâ—…s own gives not flesh's own made due Yet love can Temples make where Lust a stew That you may freely souls breath in each other Quench th' â—…rand in loves fire love delights may smother Hels firebrand jealousie send from whence it came Loves purer fire to Heav'n sends purer flame He who will think his wife an ill can do Ill by suspition he 'l instruct her to Study you virtue she will studv thee Children will Copy to posteritie So while love souls and arms together twine In amorous circlings like two wanton Vines Like Vines made fertile you may twist a line So firm with love knots ages can't untwine Knit that Knot wisely ages can't undo Peters Keys loose and Pauls sword cut in two VVhere we must see not hate faults who detects A crime in marr'age shews his own defects VVhen she is mine should each part turn disease Her griefs must trouble not her self displease The scarface pock love deeper should engrave And not make holes where Love should burying have Or should a Leprosie revel through her skin To mak 't more rich I 'de think 't embroidred in VVho for a case a Jewel would contemn A viler shell may lodge a richer Gem. Though fair and foul I 'de make away to Heav'n The fair 's a picture for devotion giv'n And if a fowler piece we can't call Saint VVe 'l use 't as some to fright sin Devils paint Yet know 't is love or virtue must make fair Else nothing's so but as our phancies are 'T is love a multitude of faults can cover who 'd know nor see no fault let him turn lover Love doth the body of the Church Cement Christs Coat had no seam nor Church must have rent Christs Coat and Church of wedlock emblems be Can it be marr'age where they disagree Sure they renew his Crosse gall nalls and spear His body rend who make divisions there Whom God makes one contention can make two You with your wife not one Gods none with you While Adam sâ—…ept God him an Eve did make Passions must sleep while you a wife do take God took the rib which circumvolves the heart So near ally'd nothing but death should part A rib doth soonest break to bend inclin'd Wives bend us'd gently break when you 'r unkind Marr'age is contract man there takes his bone Bone 't is by Contract th' word implies be one To me imperfect Lord if thou add'st a bone Let th' fall from virtue make 't no broken one On the World THe world 's a monster in whose will's a hell Where passions Devil-like tormenting dwell Where flatter'd senses placed in array Th' souls ruine menace and our lifes decay If men do good 't is 'cause they ill don't know Not virtues principle doth instruct them so Who is no Monster doth a Monster seem T is onely prosperous vice men virtue deem I thought folly to be wise none do aspire To knowledge things unknown have no desire Of darknesse understanding is a pit Reason a shop of malice keeps in it His eyes two windows let in loose desire Forges of flames mouth bellows for hell fire Where th' veil is rent which modesty did hide While th' bloods inflamed and the tongue unti'd Ev'n remedies turn diseases none converse To better others but themselves make worse Garbs modes alliance men like women câ—…eek Lesse value is then silence all they speak Hands Harpyes talons bent for rapine are The Serpents sting he in his tongue doth bear Each bout Corruption 's busie as a fly Buz make a noise infect what they come nigh To virtue scandal tinder lend to sin By th' gate of sense while evil enters in The souls surprised in a golden snare Coin'd for their profit mens Religions are Poison of Asps within each lip doth lie Each face a Vizard 's of hypocrisie Breast spunge of filth which should a temple be A Den of Theeves Cage of Impiety For Faith doth strong imagination own No God but Passion hath or th' Belly known He 's a rare man Restoratives can invent To make lust live ev'n where the flesh is spent Of raging lusts each breast 's a troubled sea Inhabited by wilde thoughts men deserts be Here th' Vulture envy gnaws upon the heart Th' Eaglâ—… ambition there makes th' liver smart The tympany oâ—… pride swels till it bursts Of avarice th' dropsie in whole rivers thirsts Of hell where Devils and the Furies dwell Sure th' prince of th' world with 's subjects here make hel The world 's a monster Lord doth menace me To Monsters tame's a conquest fit for thee The spear which pierc'd thy side may th' monster wound Or to thy Cross nail'd in thy blood be drown'd What though th' old Dragon threaten to devour 'Gainst Iudahs Lion he can have no power i
Chillingworth against Knot 21 Mr. Brightman on the Revelation ib. Mr. Mede ib. Dr. Potter ib. Mr. Cotton ib. On Bishop Laud against Fisher ib. On Doctor Hammond 22 To a Lawyer who said Though men might speak against those that are called Gospellers none justly against them were called Lawyers 23 On Mâ—…gna Charta 24 The Character of Loyall Friendship To his Honoured Coz Euseby Petsant 25 To the Son of the late King 27 Newes for Newes to a degenerate Cavalier 28 To a degenerate thing falsely call'd a Noble 29 A Character of a Compleat Gentleman To John Cotton Esq Heir to the Knâ—…wledge and Virtue as well as to the Honour and Fortunes of his Ancestors To his Coz Geo Boswel Esq rich in Desert as Fortune 30 Nobility innobled A Character of the most excellent Mâ—…rquis of Dorehester Earl of Kingstone The Lord Pierrepont 32 On Thomas Lord Wentworth Earl of Strafford ib. Summum jus summa injuria in jure Regni 33 On Poverty 34 The pleasures of the world 35 A defence of Curiosity An unsetled minde in unsetled times to weak Calumny and proud Ignorance â—…6 The Character of a good Widow Memoriae sacrum Heroniae adeo exoptatissimae medullitus dilectiss materterae Eliz. Boswel Epitaph 39 On the death of Mistris E. Kinesm whom age had transform'd to a Skeleton ib. To a painted Lady a Calf spotted Lusts Idol like the Idol of the Egyptians 40 To a Lady of Pleasure 41 To his Lady Book 43 On Retirement 45 Man a Microcosm 46 Of the Blood ib. On the Humours 48 On the Elements ib. Agaâ—…nst Phlebotomy to a Leech ib. For Phlebotomy 49 A Piss-pot Prophet ib. To a Gigger to Padua Valentia and Leyden Doctors 51 On Suburban non-Licentiates who Fox-like call the Colledge Grapes sowre 52 On the excellent Dr. Glisson ib. The sequestred Priest pidling in Physick 53 The fugitive Chymick ib. On Sigils ib. On the Astrologicall Quack 54 Oglio of Quacks ib. On Noah Big's vanity of the Craft of Physick 55 On Noah Bigs 56 On Fontinels ib. On Van Helmont 57 On Doctor Harvey ib. On Dr. George Ent 59 On Dr. Brown his Religio Mediâ—…i and Vulgar Errors 60 On Dr. George Bowle of Oundle 61 On the death of his inviscerately affected friend Richard Watson Esq Chryrurgeon to his late Majesty of England 62 The Poetaster ib. On Homer 63 On Scaligeâ—… 64 On Musaeus ib. On Hesiod ib. On Theocritus Mosius and Theognis 65 On Virgil ib. Chymerica Poesis On the sight of a yellow skin'd Lady 66 The praise of a yellow skin or an Elizabeth in Gold 67 To a Lady wondring why I prais'd a yellow skin 68 To Aureola or the yellow skin'd Lady asking who could love a Fancy 69 To a refin'd Lady 70 On an Ethiopian beauty M. S. ib. Of the black Lady with grey eyes and white tooth 71 The praise of his Mistris ib. On a blew Point given by a Lady on Valentines day to her Valentine and preach'd against by a Parson who call'd it a Rag of Superstition 73 On the Refin'd Lady 74 On the wearing of the Tag of her blew Pâ—…int ib. On Pentepicta A Lady with enamell'd Teeth black white and yellow F. W. 75 On Flavia A yellow hair'd Lady E. W. ib. On a Crooked Lady M. V. 76 The praise of Thick and Short 77 To Dionysia the plump Lady S D. ib. On Monocula a one eyâ—…d Lady M. W. 78 To Eugenia a defence of Iuvenile wildenessâ—… 79 To a man of Office under the late K. who called Detraction Love and Calumny Good Counsell 80 The ingenious Lady E. V. to I. L. contemning hâ—…r age 81 The Answer ib. A Palinode On a resolution to do pennance with Ashes 82 To Eugenia 83 On a retired Lady 84 To a Lady singing Mistake me not 85 Love wing'd 86 To one wondering at my various coloured Mistris ib. The vanity of Courtship devotion to Relicks asserted and confuted 87 Donec gratus eram Horatii A Dialogue betwixt two Lovers 92 To Lydia Instar Lydiae Horatirnae 93 E Martiale ib. To Agatha an unfortunate piece of goodnesse E P. a golden Mine obscur'd in dirt 94 On Marriage 95 On the World 97 On Our Father 99 Incerta poenitentia 010 Certamors rrecti 101 On the Resuâ—… 102 Ad Animam 103 The Leper cleans'd 104 The good Samaritan 105 Vox Poenitentiae 106 Spirit Flesh 107 Soul and Christ ib. Of Prayer 108 To the Soul 109 On the Nativity 110 FINIS