divine fury are obseru'd The first and first by right Propheticall Which by Apollo is rul'd and conserv'd The next by Bacchus called Misticall The third by Muses hight Poeticall The fourth and last by Venus governed Is call'd the Fury Amatoriall Which doe inferre that Love is borne and bredd Without the breach of Natures Maidenhedd What force it hath is better felt then showne For VVords cannot expresse the force of loue Call we it Love or Lust it is well known It hath the force of both the Heart to move Which these can testifie that it did prove Semiramis whose Vertue past compare This furious Passion her did so remoue From that shee was that lusting to reshare Hir Sonne her Sonne her Threed of Life did share The Macedonian Philipps peerelesse Sonne That over-ranne the VVorld with Sword and Fire This flaming fury yet did so ore runne That for his Thais that kindled his desire He burnt Persepolis sans cause of ire Yea did not onely that fowle fact command But with his Hands he lab'red as for hire To burne the buildings which as yet did stand Till he had laid al level with the Land A VVonder worthy of all wonderment That he that foil'd what ere his force withstood Should bee thus foil'd and made a President Of Lusts fell force which so enflam'd his Blood That made his Flesh Wild Fire in likelyhood A Man by woman a King by a Queane To be so overcome through Lustfull moode Being so effeminate and most obscene Argues in Loue and Lust there is no meane Strange are th' effects of Lust. For Men with Men Nay Man with Beast A Sinne not to be toucht So much as with the Tongue much lesse with Pen And least of all with that too oft bewitcht With loue of that which is by Nature grutcht Lust is so blinde that it cannot discerne A Man from Beast how ever beastly coucht But doth a Man-beast moue though Nature yerne The tricks of Beasts with lothsome Beasts to learne Graue Xenephon lov'd Clinias in this kinde So as hee crav'd of Ioue when Clinias di'de That if he might see him and still be blinde Or not see him and still be perfect Eyde He rather mought the want of sight abide To see him once then still to haue his sight And not see him See see how blinde a Guide Is lothsome Lust that leades men so vnright As for her pleasure so themselues to spight Semiramis an Horse ô brutish Lust Did lust to haue ô moÌ„strous Mare humane Pasiphaë long'd for a Bull to thrust Her from a woman to a Cow vncleane And Cyparissus made an Hynde the meane To coole his courage Aristomâ—chus A silly Bee would haue to be his Queane Lust whither wilt wilt be so monstrous To long for Bees that be but moates to vs Publius Pilatus fell in lusting loue With Hellens Image and Pigmalion For his owne Picture did like passion prove Damn'd Lust what pleasure provd'st thou in a stone That 's cold by kind as Snow on Libanon To tell the Mischiefes Spoiles Masacres By hate effected though through loue begun Were but to tell the number of the Starrs For Lust and Mischeife are ioynt passengers Troy might perhappes haue stoode vnto this Age Had Lust not laid it levell with the plaines And seas of Blood spent in that ten yeares Siege Might still haue kept the Chanells of the Vaynes But lewde Lust is so loose that shee restraines Her will in nought though it bringes all to nought Shee pleasure takes in pleasure causing paines For by her painfull pleasures such are wrought Yet on such pleasures shee doth fixe her thought Shee will not let the Thoughts so much as prie A minutes space on ought but what shee loues Shee Tirant captivates the Fantasy So that it cannot stirre till shee it moves Or if it doe shee forth-with it removes My Fancies Mistris saith some slaue to Lust Is my Thoughts Heau'n So swallowed with his Loues Are all his Thoughts and though as dry as Dust He lusts to please his loue with loue vniust For this al that pertaines must be in print VVeeds VVords Lookes Loks in print not one awry Whose Motions must be currant for the Mynt His glances must keepe iust time with her Eye And seeme to die se'ng her rich beauties dye Yet with a carefull carelessenesse he must Avoide the hate which too much loue doth buy And loue no more then may provoke to lust These are their loue tricks trickes of loue vniust One makes an Idoll of his Mistris Glove And offers thrice a day at least a Kisse Vnto each finger so to show his loue Another her Haire-Bracelett makes his blisse And Night and Day t' adore it wil not misse These Fancies fancie doe with kindnes cloy VVitt nere in loue taught Pupill so of his As saith the Book but doth his powres imploy With kindnesse coy to winne his witty Toy Whist Muse be mute wilt thou like Naso proue And interlace thy Lynes with levity Wilt thou add Precepts to the Arte of Loue And show thy vertue in such vanity So to polute thy purer Poesy No more no more ynough if not too much Is sedd already of this Mistery My Conscience at the same doth grieving grutch But let it goe this once with but this Touch. And how-soere Beauty may bee abus'd It promiseth more good then shapelesnesse If it proue otherwise it s thus excus'd The High'st to shew that good-guifts more or lesse Proceede from him and not from Natures largesse Le ts beauty fal and soile it selfe with sinne VVhich is more dam'd if beauty it doth blesse As Vertue is most faire that blest hath bin VVith beauty being resident therein But loue that Beautie breedeth is threefold According to three obiects of that loue All faire some good which thus we may vnfold The Pleasant and the Profitable mooue As doth the Honest true loue which vve proue The first concerneth things that please the Sense As beautie and at what the sense doth roue The second hath to welfare reference The third and last to Iustice and Prudence The first and second kinds of lust or loue Among the Perturbations may be put Sith they so many ill affections moue That make mans life to be in Sorrow shut VVhich like a Razor off the same doth cut But loue of honest things is vertuous And from mans praises takes away the But It shows the Minde is right magnanimous ' For that 's most great that is most gracious This loue is kindled by that heav'nly Flame That like fine Gold doth purifie the Sp'rite And like it selfe transmuted maks the same Good gratious holy wise iust clear bright Glory'ng in him that makes her glory right This is the loue of beauty most extreame VVherein celestial soules doe most delight Of loue that feedes the Sp'rite it is the creame Infus'd by Iustice Sonnes inlightning Beame This
that 's aie in motion Hath to the Muses Measures most devotion Againe IOhn vnto Iohn Davies to Davies sends This little draught of new loues large Demise If wordes doe want to passe what it pretends Supplie that want the Grant neede no supplies To you and to your Heires the same doth runne Simplie in loue for aie to hold in fee A good estate you haue and your Sonnes Sonne A kinde acceptance shall your out-rent be You Coūcel can your selfe a fee then saue Mende you the draught loues Deede no fault should haue I. D. The Booke of it selfe I am that was not and I was that am I was vnmade that was in state confus'd I am for Arte hath form'd that formlesse Frame Yet form'd my nature was ere Arte was vs'd Mother-Tongue and VVi◠Observance goodwil Haue made me what I am or good or ill Not vnto vs ô Lord not vnto vs but to thy name giue the praise and glory Psal. 115.1 Againe to Envie and Detraction DEERE Envie and Detractiō deere to those That vnto Vertue are immortall foes Let me although I hate you yet entreate That I if good ynough may be your meate You cannot grace me more then gnaw me still For what you spare is too farre spent in ill Teare me in peeces with your grizlie fangs You Crowne my Soule with glory by such Pangs Hee is a Divell that to die detests In Hel-hounds mouthes to live in Angells Brests IOHN DAVIES FINIS In loue and affection of Master Iohn Davies mine approved good friend and admiration of his excellence in the Arte of VVriting THat heavenly Sparke from which th'immorall Soule Had her first being striveth to enroule Her wondrous Guifts in characters of Brasse That when dissolved from this earthie Masse Shee mounts aloft her never-dying Glorie May fill the Volumes of a learned Storie VVhich after-Ages reading may admire And inly burning with the like desire To rare Atcheiuements emulous of Fame Striving t'immortalize their dying Name May bend their Practise dedicate their Daies And so excited purchase datelesse Praise Our actiue Soule feeles never wearinesse But her true loue to Fame doth best expresse In hating Idlenesse whence comes this notion Her working Faculties are still in motion Ore some then others greater Soveraigntie This divine Essence of Humanitie Hath power to exercise For baser Swaines Abhor the check of her immortall Raignes Frō whence it is that Midas brood possesse The greater Share in earthly Happinesse VVhile those pure Mindes who most submissiue stand At the least wrentch of her almighty Hand Obscurely hidd in Corners at their Booke Are hardly grace 't so much as with a looke Of this iniurious World O wretched Age VVherein the sacred Artes to Vassalage Subiected are while muddy Mindes aspire VVhile greater Heroes daine but to admire And praise with bootlesse breath the polisht Lines VVherin Cōceipt hath traveld through the Mines Of rich Invention manie a wearie hower Spent with the Muses in a gloomie Bower To times swift feathers imping greater store VVhilst thus they plough the barrain fruictles Shore Earths brightest Angels these ô these be they VVhose Corps are fram'd of fire and not of clay VVhos 's either Part both mortall and divine So sweete a Symphonie doth intertwine That both accord to prosequute that Fame VVhich but for Vertue stellifies our Name Among which Number famous by Desart The Lawrel Crowne be his whose every Part To th'intellectiue Soule their Soveraigne Pay true Subiectiue Dutie and doe gaine By restlesse labour that perfection Which saue by him hath bin attain'd by none By him the Subiect of these worthles Rimes Whose Art lends luster to our English climes Davies discoverer of hidden Deepes True Microcosme whose peircing Spirit creeps Into the darkest Cavernes in-most Denne Where Wit inhabits mong the sons of Men And plucks out Knowledg by the goldē locks From where shee long had slept within the Rocks Of hard Obscurity whence every Eie May iudge it selfe ô wondrous Mysterie Whence we our selues our selues may truly know Which is indeede most hard how ere in show But endlesse were it and impossible Vnlesse my Muse to his were sutable Here to delate that Grace in Poesie VVhich his witt-fraughted workes can testifie Cast backe thine Eie reade and admiring see The Quintessence of humane Ingenie VVay well the rich Conceipt so shalt thou know That few if any could haue written so Descend we then from that internall Flame To Qualities externall whence the name Of Excellence hath purchast beene of manie But as of Davies never yet of anie In praising whom the best my Lines can say VVill for his VVorth be worthlesse every way Yet for I loue his Name admire his Skill Out of the heate and fervour of Good-will These colder Lines this frozen passage found Force't by the League wherin al Frendes are bound And reason t is those Men that merit Fame Aboue the rest should franckly haue the same And be it farr from every gentle Hart To deeme that Soothing or a glosing part VVhen one good Freind an other shal commend More then that Hatred when our speeches tend In whom we loue some fault to rectifie VVhich wrongs himselfe defames his Progenie Praise is the guerdon of a due Desart Making vs better act the praised Part. There never Man deserved Memorie For perfect Science in his Facultie If Dauies Name deserue to be forgott If when his mortall Part in earth shall rott The riches of his Soule mans greatest treasure Shal be made subiect to the greedie seasure Of darke Obliuion if such Perfection Shall frō the Graves rude hand haue no protection Maugre the Gripe of Time in spight of Fates And ought beside that Fame determinates His Name would liue to all Posteritie In the fayre lines of his Characterie Could any Hand the graver so commaund As can the penne his vvonder-writing Hand But for no Graver or stampt Letter can Or ought els framed by the Witt of Man Shew Times future true proose of such rare Skill By demonstration mine Artlesse Quill Striues to commende to lasting Memorie A glimps though darkely of that Qualitie For if mine aime Loue hath not much betraid This Booke must liue till Time his course hath staid So that to those not yet conceiv'd I send This poore effect which my loues cause hath pend Neglecting Art affecting to descrie Loue to my friend and to his Qualitie Whose Matchlesse Art in managing the Penne Time neuer equaliz'd and Times agen When his diurnal Howërglasse hath ranne The dated Minutes of a mortall Man Will hardly paralel for such true Skill May scarce be purchased by paine or Will Hee that as Davies would as fairely vvrite Must of necessitie haue Davies spright Who knows not that this wondrous Facultie Is not conceiu'd by coorse Capacitie But maketh there her only Habitation Where shee doth finde a strong Imagination For none habitually can her possesse That is not made of fire and liuelynesse Could neuer Hand so
loue resembles that of Seraphins VVho burne in loue of the extremest Good And makes Men like the sacred Cherubins Still priviledg'd from outward charge whose moode Is stil t' attend on LOVES Trin-vnion-hood This loue this beauty Loue of vertuous thiâ—gs Whose beauty flowes from divine beauties Flud Doth make Men Gods among the mighti'st Kings And Kings with highest God in high'st dwellings Goodnesse is Beauties Mother and true Loues Beauty and loue are both bred in one VVombe Then loue and beautie stil it much behoues To tend to Goodnesse as vnto the Tombe That must at last for ever them enwombe But there are diverse loues and beauties mo According to the creatures all or some Proceeding from that LOVE and BEAVTY who Sheds both on things aboue and things belo Fowre special beauties Goodnesse hath created The first is that whereby the Minde and sp'rite Hath VVit and Vnderstanding in them seated The second them adornes with Knowledge bright That mounts the Minde to Contemplations height The third in seede preserving mortall things The last in corp'rall things that sense delight Science the Soule to Contemplation brings But her to things materiall Fancie flings Yet did the soule but weigh hovv shee is bound To her Creator for his matchlesse loue Shee would from thence by Reason soone rebound And wholy stil contemplate things aboue For this his loue requitlesse doth approue He gaue her beeing meerely of free grace Before shee VVas or could his mercie moue Then if shee loue him her loue is but base Compar'd with his that made her what shee waâ— VVho giues a Guift much more affection shoes Then the Receaver for it can bewray The giver giues beeing free to giue or choose But the Receaver's bound to loue alway Yet if the giver giues to th' end to pray It s not of Loue but Lucre loth'd of Loue GOD cannot giue so in whom all doth stay But Men giue thanks for Blessings which they proue And God thereby to giue them more doe moue Such loue in giver and receiver both Is meerely merc'nary corrupt and base VVhich hatefull loue the Lord of loue doth loth And from such lovers turnes his loving face As from false Hypocrites abusing grace But true loves scope is in a gracious moode To loue all those that Mercie shoulde embrace Respecting nought but to streame foorth the flud Of goodnesse which it hath for others good For loue is free and freely would be lov'd It s actiue like a Flame in operation Saue that like fire it is not vpwardes mou'd But doth descende by Reasons computation For such descent on Reason hath foundationâ— The Sire doth loue the Sonne more then the Sonne Doth loue the Sire because by generation Part of the Sire into the Sonne doth runne But no part of the Sonne in Sire doth wonne Sith loue in nature stil doth thus descende God loues man more then Man his God can loue For Man proceedes from God who is his ende But God from Man likewise cannot remoue For Man is finite and in God doth moue This made him loue Men when they were his foes And for their loues a world of woe did proue Therefore hee 's Fount of Loue whence all loue floes Which loues for hate and hate doth loue-dispose Now how to loue this VVell of loue the more Loue doth direct by kindling the Desire Truely to know and minde it evermore Both which so sets the soules frame all on fire That it is made one flame of loue intire The more wee know it it the more wee minde The more wee minde it it wee more require The more we seeke the more wee it doe finde And being found it quite doth lose the Minde For then the Mindes no more that which it was For to this loue it 's transubstantiate To weeteâ— as neere as loue can bring to passe It s ev'n the selfe-same thing immaculate And like this LOVE this loue doth contemplate Reiecting all that would inveagle it To loue ought els and stil doth meditate To loue nought els and bends all powres of wit To make it selfe for this Loue onely fit Thus Sinners may turne Seraphins by Loue wounding with Loue-shafts Gods hart pure alone So as the ones hart so the others moue As twixt them aâ— there were no Hart but one This is to lye next the chiefe Corner-stone In the Church-militant Triumphant rather For God and man this Loue doth â—o attone As doth nay more then loue doth Sonne and Father For loue makes both intire still altogether For Loue doth graue though in an Hart of Brasse The forme of the Beloued in the Hart So that a Lovers Hart is like a Glasse Where the Belou'd is seene in ev'râ— part So in Gods Hart w' are graven by Loves Arte And in our harts Loue doth his forme ingrave Thus interchang'd we eithers forme impart To others liking by the Loue we have And make the Hart the Lodge it to receave The ende or scope of loue is to vnite The faster therefore it conglutinates Two harts or of them makes an vnion right So much the more her vertue shee elates And perfectly her kinde effectuates Then Loue in God in whom Love perfect is His vertue so to man participates That they become one through that loue of his For Man partakes his Image and his Blisse But man meere Chaos of extreame Defect Doth loue but loveth onely in desire He longs perhapps to loue with al effect That God and he thereby might be intire Whereto his leaden loue would faine aspire From which desire proceeds a pleasant paine Pleasant in that it setts the soule on fire With loue so good And paine it breeds again For that it hath not what it would haue fain But what is lacking in Mans loue the same God doth supply out of his boundlesse loue And makes MaÌ„s loue therby a working flame Which to presse through al Pressures stil doth prove And towards God her Spheare doth ever move This Flame doth melt the marrow of the Sp'rite Making it liquid sooner to remove In 't Mercies Mould where it s reform'd aright And made intire with LOVE true loues delight For when the lover loues himselfe no more But the Beloved in whom he abides Or if he loue himselfe it is therefore To weet for that he in his loue resides Then Loue is pure at high'st pitch besides But such high Raptures are too rarely found In fraile humanity that on Earth bides Though loue the Soule therfore perhaps may wound Yet stil t' wil be to the owne Body bound How shal I end with everlasting Loue To ease my Reader tir'd with heavy lines Vnto this Labarinth of Loue I prove The Author LOVE no comming out assignes Yet rest I may though it my Muse confines As Zeuxis drue a vaile with curious skill Ore that hee wanted skill t' expresse by Lines So I the like in Loue must now