it confounds me nor leaues place for breath Oft I attempt to flie and meditation Contends to shake off my old yoke of death But to my bones cleaues the vncur'd vexation 10. O that at length my necke his yoke could cleare Which would be straite wouldst thou ô highest will it O that so angrie with my sinne I were That I could loue thee though thus late fulfill it 11. But much I feare it since my freedome is So with mine owne hands out of heart sterued And I must yeeld my torment iust in this Sorrow and labor wring me most deserued 12. Mad wretch what haue I to my selfe procured Mine owne hands forg'd the chains I haue endur'd 13. In deaths blacke ambush with my will I fell And wheresoeuer vulgar brode waies traine me Nets are disposde for me by him of hell When more retir'd more narrow paths containe me 14. There meete my feete with fitted snares as sure I wretch looke downeward and of one side euer And euerie slipperie way I walke secure My sins forget their traitrous flatteries neuer 15. I thought the grace of youth could neuer erre And follow'd where his boundles force wold driue me Said to my selfe Why should th'extremes deterre Before youths season of the meane depriue me 16. Each age is bounded in his proper ends God I know sees this but he laughs and sees it Pardon at any time on prayre attends Repentance still weeps when thy wish decrees it 17. Then vilest custome challengeth his slaue And laies on hand that all defence denies me And then no place reseru'd for flight I haue Subdu'd I am and farre my refuge flies me 17. Die'in my sinne I shall vnlesse my aide Stoopes from aloft of which deserts depriue me Yet haue thou mercie Lord helpe one dismaide Thy word retain from hell moâ—â—h retriue me All glorie to the Father be And to the Sonne as great as he With the coequall sacred Spirit Who all beginnings were before Are and shall be euermore Glorie all glorie to their merit A HYMNE TO OVR Sauiour on the Crosse. HAile great Redeemer man and God all haile Whose feruent agonie tore the temples vaile Let sacrifices out darke Prophesies And miracles and let in for all these A simple pietie a naked heart And humble spirit that no lesse impart And proue thy Godhead to vs being as rare And in all sacred powre as circulare Water and blood mixt were not swet from thee With deadlier hardnesse more diuinitie Of supportation then through flesh and blood Good doctrine is diffusde and life as good O open to me then like thy spread armes That East West reach all those misticke charmes That hold vs in thy life and discipline Thy merits in thy loue so thrice diuine It made thee being our God assume our man And like our Champion Olympian Come to the field gainst Sathan and our sinne Wrastle with torments and the garland winne From death hell which cannot crown our browes But blood must follow thornes mixe w t thy bowes Of conquering â—awâ—ell fast naild to thy Crosse Are all the glories we can here engrosse Proue then to those that in vaine glories place Their happinesse here thy hold not by thy grace To those whose powres proudly oppose thy lawes Oppressing Vertue giuing Vice applause They neuer manage iust authoritie But thee in thy deare members crucifie Thou couldst haue come in glorie past them all With powre to force thy pleasure and empale Thy Church with brasse Adamant that no swine Nor theeues nor hypocrites nor fiends diuine Could haue broke in or rooted or put on Vestments of Pietie when their hearts had none Or rapt to ruine with pretext to saue Would pompe and radiance rather not out braue Thy naked truth then cloath or countnance it With grace and such sincerenesse as is fit But since true pietie weares her pearles within And outward paintings onely pranke vp sinne Since bodies strengthned soules go to the wall Since God we cannot serue and Beliall Therefore thou putst on earths most abiect plight Hid'st thee in humblesse vnderwentst despight Mockerie detraction shame blowes vilest death These thou thy souldiers taughtst to fight beneath Mad'st a commanding President of these Perfect perpetuall bearing all the keyes To holinesse and heauen To these such lawes Thou in thy blood writst that were no more cause T' enflame our loues and feruent faiths in thee Then in them truths diuine simplicitie T were full enough for therein we may well See thy white finger furrowing blackest hell In turning vp the errors that our sence And sensuall powres incurre by negligence Of our eternall truth-exploring soule All Churches powres thy writ word doth controule And mixt it with the fabulous Alchoran A man might boult it out as floure from branne Easily discerning it a heauenly birth Brake it but now out and but crept on earth Yet as if God lackt mans election And shadowes were creators of the Sunne Men must authorise it antiquities Must be explor'd to spirit and giue it thies And controuersies thicke as flies at Spring Must be maintain'd about th' ingenuous meaning When no stile can expresse it selfe so cleare Nor holds so euen and firme a character Those mysteries that are not to be reacht Still to be striu'd with make them more impeacht And as the Mill fares with an ill pickt grist When any stone the stones is got betwist Rumbling together fill the graine with grit Offends the eare sets teeth an edge with it Blunts the pict quarrie so t will grinde no more Spoyles bread and scants the Millars custom'd store So in the Church when controuersie fals It marres her musicke shakes her batterd wals Grates tender consciences and weakens faith The bread of life taints makes worke for Death Darkens truths light with her perplext Abysmes And dustlike grinds men into sects and schismes And what 's the cause the words deficiencie In volume matter perspicutitie Ambition lust and damned auarice Peruert and each the sacred word applies To his prophane ends all to profite giuen And puâ—snets lay to catch the ioyes of heauen Since truth and reall worth men seldome sease Impostors most and sleightest learnings please And where the true Church like the nest should be Of chast and prouident Alcione To which is onely one straight orifice Which is so strictly fitted to her sise That no bird bigger then her selfe or lesse Can pierce and keepe it or discerne th' accesse Nor which the sea it selfe on which t is made Can euer ouerflow or once inuade Now wayes so many to her Altars are So easie so prophane and populare That torrents charg'd with weeds and sin-drownd beasts Breake in lode cracke them sensuall ioyes and feasts Corrupt their pure fumes and the slendrest flash Of lust or profite makes a standing plash Of sinne about them which men will not passe Looke Lord vpon them build them wals
I yet Lord to the East Nor hope for helpe where I am will'd Nor as I ought haue arm'd my breast But rust in sloth and naked come to field 4. And therefore hath the host of starres Now left me that before I led Arm'd Angels tooke my pay in waâ—res FroÌ„ whose height falne all leaue me here for dead 5. In falling I discern'd how sleight My footing was on those blest towres I lookt to earth and her base height And so lost heauen and all his aidfull powres 6. Now broke on earth my bodie lies Where theeues insult on my sad fall Spoyle me of many a daintie prise That farre I fetcht t' enrich my soule withall 7. Nor ceasse they but deforme me too With wounds that make me all engor'd And in the desart leaue me so Halfe dead all naked and of all abhorr'd 8. My head and bosome they transfixt But in my torne affections rag'd Wounds there with blood and matter mixt Corrupt and leaue my very soule engag'd 9. There Lord my life doth most misgiue There quickly thy white hand bestow Thou liu'st and in thee I may liue Thy fount of life doth euer ouerflow 10. All this from heauen thy eyes explore Yet silent sitst and sufferst all Since all I well deserue and more And must confesse me wilfull in my fall 11. And hence t is that thou letst me bleed Mak'st all men shun and skorne my life That all my workes such enuie breed And my disgrace giues food to all mens strife 12. But this since Goodnesse oft doth cause And t is Goods grace to heare his ill Since t is a chiefe point in his lawes No thought without our powre to make our wil. 13. Still let the greene seas of their gall Against this rocke with rage be borne And from their height still let me fall Them stand and laugh me lie still and scorne 14. But Lord my fall from thee ô raise And giue my fainting life thy breath Sound keepe me euer in thy waies Thou mightie art and setst downe lawes to death 15. Driue thou from this my ruines rape These theeues that make thy Phane their den And let my innocence escape The cunning malice of vngodly men All glorie to the Father be And to the Sonne as great as he With the coequall sacred Spirit Who all beginnings were before Are and shall be euermore Glorie all glorie to their merit PSALME VII Cogitabam stare 1. WHile I was falne I thought to rise And stand presuming on my thies But thighes and knees were too much broken My haire stood vp to see such bane Depresse presumption so prophane I tremble but to heare it spoken 2. Yet in my strength my hope was such Since I conceiu'd thou vow'dst as much I fain'd dreames and reioyc't to faine them But weighing awake thy vowes profound Their depth my lead came short to sound And now aye me my teares containe them 3. For calmes I into stormes did stere And look't through clouds to see things cleare Thy waies shew'd crook't like speares in water When mine went trauerse and no Snake Could winde with that course I did take No Courtier could so grosly flatter 4. But which way I soeuer bend Thou meet'st me euer in the end Thy finger strikes my ioynts with terrors Yet no more strikes then points the way Which weighing weeping straight I stay And with my teares cleanse feete and errors 5. But of my selfe when I beleeue To make my steps thy waies atchieue I turne head and am treading mazes I feele sinnes ambush and am â—ext To be in error so perplext Nor yet can finde rests holy places 6. I loath my selfe and all my deeds Like Rubarbe taste or Colche in weedâ— I flie them with their throwes vpon me In each new purpose customes old So checke it that the stone I rold Neuer so oft againe fals on me 7. No step in mans trust should be trod Vnlesse in mans as his in God Of which trust make good life the founder Without which trust no forme nor art Faiths loadstarre is a guiltlesse heart Good life is truths most learn'd expounder 8. With which Lord euer rule my skill In which as I ioyne powre with will So let me trust my truth in learning To such minds thou all truth setst opeâ— The rest are rapt with stormes past hopes The lesse for more deepe arts discerning 9. Blesse Lord who thus their arts employ Their sure truth celebrate with ioy And teare the maskes from others faces That make thy Name a cloake for sinne Learning but termes to iangle in And so disgrace thy best of Graces 10. Whereof since I haue onely this That learnes me what thy true will is Which thou in comforts still concludest My poore Muse still shall sit and sing In that sweete shadow of thy wing Which thou to all earths state obtrudest 11. As oft as I my fraile foote moue From this pure fortresse of thy loue So oft let my glad foes deride me I know my weakenesse yet and feare By triall to build comforts there It doth so like a ruine hide me 12. My worth is all but shade I finde And like a fume before the winde I gaspe with sloth thy waies applying Lie tumbling in corrupted blood Loue onely but can do no good Helpe Lord lest I amend not dying All glorie to the Father be And to the Sonne as great as he With the coequall sacred Spirit Who all beginnings were before Are and shall be euermore Glorie all glorie to their merit The end of Petrarchs seuen Penitentiall Psalmes THE I. PSALME more strictly translated 1. O Me accurst since I haue set on me Incenst so sternely my so meeke Redeemer And haue bene proud in prides supreme degree Of his so serious law a sleight esteemer 2. I left the narrow right way with my will In bywaies brode and farre about transferred And euery way found toyle and euery ill Yet still in tracts more rough and steepe I erred 3. Where one or other of the brutish heard My feete encounterd yet more brute affected Euen to the dens of sauage beasts I err'd And there my manlesse mansion house erected 4. I haunted pleasure still where sorrow mournd My couch of ease in sharpest brambles making I hop't for rest where restlesse torment burnd In ruines bosome sleepes securely taking 5. Now then aye me what resteth to be done Where shall I turne me where such dangers treÌ„ble My youths faire flowres are altogether gone And now a wretched shipwracke I resemble 6. That all the merchandise and venture lost Swims naked forth with seas and tempests tost 7. Farre from my hauen I roue touch at no streme That any course to my saluation tenders But waies sinister rauish me with them I see a little which more grieuous renders 8. My inward conflict since my charges passe Vpon my selfe and my sad soule endanger Anger with sinne striues but so huge a masse Of cruell miseries oppresse mine anger 9. That
things outward and the sweetest sin That rauisheth the beastly flesh within All but a fiend prankt in an Angels plume A shade a fraud before the wind a fume Hayle then diuine Redeemer still all â—aile All glorie gratitude and all auaile Be giuen thy all deseruing agonie Whose vineger thou Nectar mak'st in me Whose goodnesse freely all my ill turnes good Since y u being crusht straind throgh flesh blood Each nerue and artire needs must tast of thee What odour burn'd in ayres that â—oisome be Leaues not his sent there O then how much more Must thou whose sweetnesse swet eternall odour Stick where it breath'd for whoÌ„ thy sweet breath Thou freely gau'st vp to reuine his death Let those that shrink then as their conscience lodes That fight in Sathans right and faint in Gods Still count them slaues to Sathan I am none Thy fight hath freed me thine y u mak'st mine owne O then my sweetest and my onely life Confirme this comfort purchast with thy griefe And my despisde soule of the world loue thou No thought to any other ioy I vow Order these last steps of my abiect state Straite on the marke a man should leuell at And grant that while I striue to forme in me Thy sacred image no aduersitie May make me draw one limme or line amisse Let no vile fashion wrest my faculties From what becomes that Image Quiet so My bodies powres that neither weale nor wo May stirre one thought vp gainst thy freest will Grant that in me my mindes waues may be still The world for no extreme may vse her voice Nor Fortune treading reeds make any noise Amen Complaine not whatsoeuer Need inuades But heaâ—iest fortunes beare as lightest shades 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Poems VIRGILS EPIGRAM of a good man A Good and wise man such as hardly one Of millions could be found out by the Sun Is Iudge himselfe of what stufâ—e he is wrought And doth explore his whole man to a thought What ere great men do what their sawcie bawdes What vulgar censure barks at or applauds His cariage still is chearfull and secure He in himselfe worldlike full round and sure Lest through his polisht parts the slendrest staine Of things without in him should sit and raigne To whatsoeuer length the fierie Sunne Burning in Cancer doth the day light runne How faire soeuer Night shall stretch her shades When Phoebus gloomie Capricorne inuades He studies still and with the equall beame His ballance turnes himselfe weighs to th' extreme Lest any crannie gaspe or angle swell Through his strict forme and that he may compell His equall parts to meete in such asphere That with a compasse tried it shall not erre What euer subiect is is solide still Wound him and with your violent fingers feele All parts within him you shall neuer find An emptie corner or an abiect mind He neuer lets his watchfull lights descend To those sweet sleepes that all iust men attend Till all the acts the long day doth beget With thought on thought laid he doth oft repeate Examines what hath past him as forgot What deed or word was vsde in time what not Why this deed of Decorum felt defect Of reason that What left I by neglect Why set I this opinion downe for true That had bene better chang'd Why did I rue Need in one poore so that I felt my mind To breach of her free powres with griefe declin'd Why will'd I what was better not to will Why wicked that I was preferr'd I still Profite to honestie Why any one Gaue I a foule word or but lookt vpon With count'nance churlish Why should nature draw More my affects then manly reasons law Through all this thoughts words works thus making way And all reuoluing froÌ„ the Euen till Day Angrie with what amisse abusde the light Palme and reward he giues to what was right A great Man A Great and politicke man which I oppose To good and wise is neuer as he showes Neuer explores himselfe to find his faults But cloaking them before his conscience halts Flatters himselfe and others flatteries buyes Seemes made of truth and is a forge of lies Breeds bawdes and sycophants and traitors makes To betray traitors playes and keepes the stakes Is iudge and iuror goes on life and death And damns before the fault hath any breath Weighs faith in falsehoods ballance iustice does To cloake oppression taile-like downward groes Earth his whole end is heauen he mockes and hell And thinkes that is not that in him doth dwell Good with Gods right hand giueÌ„ his left takes t'euil When holy most he seemes he most is euill Ill vpon ill he layes th'embroderie Wrought on his state is like a leprosie The whiter still the fouler What his like What ill in all the bodie politike Thriues in and most is curst his most blisse fires And of two ils still to the worst aspires When his thrift feeds iustice and mercie feare him And Wolf-like fed he gnars at all men nere him Neuer is chearefull but when flatterie trailes On squatting profite or when Policie vailes Some vile corruption that lookes red with anguish Like wauing reeds his windshook coÌ„forts languish Paies neuer debt but what he should not ow Is sure and swift to hurt yet thinks him slow His bountie is most rare but when it comes T is most superfluous and with strook-vp drums Lest any true good pierce him with such good As ill breeds in him Mortar made with blood Heapes stone-wals in his heart to keepe it out His sensuall faith his soules truth keepes in doubt And like a rude vnlearn'd Plebeian Without him seekes his whole insulting man Nor can endure as a most deare prospect To looke into his owne life and reflect Reason vpon it like a Sunne still shining To giue it comfort ripening and refining But his blacke soule being so deformd with sinne He still abhorres with all things hid within And forth he wanders with the outward fashion Feeding and fatting vp his reprobation Disorderly he sets foorth euerie deed Good neuer doing but where is no need If any ill he does and hunts through blood For shame ruth right religion be withstood The markt withstander his race kin least friend That neuer did in least degree offend He prosecutes with hiâ—'d intelligence To fate defying God and conscience And to the vtmost mite he rauisheth All they can yeeld him rackt past life and death In all his acts he this doth verifie The greater man the lesse humanitie While Phebus runs his course through all the signes He neuer studies but he vndermines Blowes vp and ruines with pretext to saue Plots treason and lies hid in th' actors graue Vast crannies gaspe in him as wide as hell And angles gibbet-like about him swell Yet seemes he smooth and polisht but no more Solide within then is a Medlars
does it by chance That being the worke of others this his owne In all these actions therefore that are common Men neuer should for praise or dispraise care But looke to the Decrees from whence they are Of Learning LEarning the Art is of good life they then That leade not good liues are not learned men For ill successe If thou sustainst in any sort an ill Beare some good with thee to change for it still Of negligence When thou letst loose thy mind to obiects vain T is not in thee to call her backe againe And therefore when thy pleasure in her good Droopes and would downe in melancholy blood Feed her alacritie with any thought Or word that euer her recomfort wrought Of iniurie When thou art wrong'd see if the wrong proceed From fault within thy iudgement word or deed If not let him beware that iniures thee And all that sooth him and be thy state frâ—e Of Attire IN habite nor in any ill to th'eie Affright the vulgar from Philosophie But as in lookes words workes men witnesse thee Comely and checklesse so in habite be For if a man shall shew me one commended For wit skill iudgement neuer so extended That goes fantastically and doth fit The vulgar fashion neuer thinke his wit Is of a sound peece but hath bracks in it If slouenly and nastily in weedâ— Thou keep'st thy body such must be thy deeds Hence to the desart which thou well deseru'st And now no more for mans societie seru'st Externall want to this height doth expresse Both inward negligence and rottennesse FRAGMENTS Of Circumspection IN hope to scape the law do nought amisse The penance euer in the action is Of Sufferance IT argues more powre willingly to yeeld To what by no repulse can be repeld Then to be victor of the greatest state We can with any fortune subiugate Of the Soule THe Soule serues with her functions to excite Abhorre prepare and order appetite Cause auersation and susception In all which all her ill is built vpon Ill receiu'd iudgements which reforme with good And as with ill she yeelded to thy blood And made thy pleasures God and man displease She will as well set both their powres at peace With righteous habits and delight thee more With doing good now then with ill before Of great men WHen Homer made Achilles passionate Wrathfull reuengefull and insatiate In his affections what man will denie He did compose all that of industrie To let men see that men of most renowne Strong'st noblest fairest if they set not downe Decrees within them for disposing these Of iudgement resolution vprightnesse And vertuous knowledge of their vse and ends Mishaps and miserie no lesse extends To their destruction with all that they prisde Then to the poorest and the most despisde Of learned men Who knows not truth knows nothiÌ„g who what 's best Knowes not not truth knowes Who alone profest In that which best is liues bad Best not knowes Since with that Best and Truth such ioy still goes That he that finds them cannot but dispose His whole life to them Seruile Auarice can Prophane no liberall-knowledge-coueting man Such hypocrites opinion onely haue Without the minds vse which doth more depraue Their knowing powres then if they nought did know For if with all the sciences they flow Not hauing that that such ioy brings withall As cannot in vnlearn'd mens courses fall As with a tempest they are rapt past hope Of knowing Truth because they thinke his scope Is in their tongues much reading speech profuse Since they are meanes to Truth in their true vse But t is a fashion for the damned crue One thing to praise another to pursue As those learn'd men do that in words preferre Heauen and good life yet in their liues so erre That all heauen is not broade enough for them To hit or aime at but the vulgar streame Hurries them headlong with it and no more They know or shall know then the râ—dest Bore FINIS * Simplicitie of pietie and good life answerable to such doctrine in men now as rare as miracles in other times and require as much diuinitie of supportation 1 As our Sauiours browes bled with his crowne of thorns 2 Such as are Diuines in profession and in fact diuels or Wolues in sheepes clothing 3 Pompe and outward glorie rather outface truth then countenance it 4 Christ taught all his militant souldiers to fight vnder the ensignes of Shame and Death 5 We need no other excitation to our faith in God and good life but the Scriptures and vse of their meanes prescribed 6 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In these controuersies men make the By the Maine the Maine the By. * Simile 7 Men seeke heauen with vsing the enemies to it Money and Auarice 8 Alciones nest described in part out of Plut. to which the Church is compared 9 If the bird be lesse the sea will get in by which meanes though she may get in she could not preserue it 1 Altars of the Church for her holiest placeâ— vnderstood 2 Vbi abundauit delictum superabundaâ—it gratia Rom. 5. ver 20. 3 A simile to life expressing mans estate before our Saâ—iours descension 4 Our Sauiours blood now and euer as fresh and vertuous as in the howre it was shed for vs. 5 Our Sauiour suffered nothing for himselfe his owne betternesse or comfort but for vs and ours 6 It is false humilitie to lay necessarily all our Sauiours grace vnderstood the victorie of our bodies on our soules 7 Man iâ— a liuing soule Gen. 2. 8 We do not like men when we sin for as we are true and worthie men we are Gods images but like brutish creatures slauishly and wilfully conquered with the powers of flesh 1 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hier. in Carm. Pythag. Non quod existere deâ—inat sed quod vitae praestantia exciderit 3 Simile The minds ioy farre aboue the bodies to those few whom God hath inspird with the soules true vse * Inuocatio 1 The Sunnâ— vsurpe for Apollo whose Oracle being aske for such a man â—ound onely Socrates 2 Externae nequid labis per laeuia sidat This verse Ascensius ioynes with the next before which is nothing so the sence being vtterly repugnant as any imparâ—â—all and iudiciall conferrer I suppose will confirme 3 Cogitat iusto trutinae se examine pensat This verse is likewise misâ—yned in the order of Ascenscius which makes the period to those before * I here needlesly take a little licence for the word is Amussis the mind of the Author being as well exprest in A compasse Sit solidum quodcunquâ— subest nec inania subtus Subest and subtus Ascensâ—con founds in his sence which the presnesse and matter of this Poem allowes not it being in a Translator sooner and better seen then a Commentor He would turne digitis pellentibus to digitis palantibus To which
place the true order is hard to â—it And that truth in my conuersion how opposite soeuer any may stand with any conference I make no doubt I shall perswade * I here needlesly take a little licence for the word is Amussis the mind of the Author being as well exprest in A compasse Sit solidum quodcunquâ— subest nec inania subtus Subest and subtus Ascensâ—con founds in his sence which the presnesse and matter of this Poem allowes not it being in a Translator sooner and better seen then a Commentor He would turne digitis pellentibus to digitis palantibus To which place the true order is hard to â—it And that truth in my conuersion how opposite soeuer any may stand with any conference I make no doubt I shall perswade * I here needlesly take a little licence for the word is Amussis the mind of the Author being as well exprest in A compasse Sit solidum quodcunquâ— subest nec inania subtus Subest and subtus Ascensâ—con founds in his sence which the presnesse and matter of this Poem allowes not it being in a Translator sooner and better seen then a Commentor He would turne digitis pellentibus to digitis palantibus To which place the true order is hard to â—it And that truth in my conuersion how opposite soeuer any may stand with any conference I make no doubt I shall perswade * Miseratus egenteÌ„ cur aliqueÌ„ fracta persensi mente dolorem Ascens very iudicially makes this good man in this diâ—tie opposite to a good Christian since Christ the president of all good men enioynes vs vt supra omnia misericordes simus But his meaning here is that a good and wise man should not so pitiâ— the want of any that he should want manly patience himselfe to sustaine it And his reason Serâ—ius alledgeth for him is this saying In quem cadit vna mentis perturbatio posse in eum omnes cadere sicut potest omni virtute pollere cui virtus vna contigerit 1 A great politike man such as is or may be opposed to good or wise 2 The priuation of a good life and therein the ioyes of heauen is hell in this world * As Wolues and Tigers horribly gnarre in their feeding so these zealous and giuen-ouer great ones to their own lusts and ambitions in aspiriring to them and their ends fare to all that come nere them in compâ—tencie or that resist their deâ—oâ—ring * This alludeth to hounds upon the traile of a squaâ— Hare and making a chearefull crie about her is applyed to the forced cheare or flatterie this great man â—heweâ—h when he hunts for his profite * Plebeij status nota est nunquam à seipso vel damnâ—m expectare vel vtilitatem sed à rebus externis 1 How a good great man should employ his greatnesse * The most vnchristian disposition of a great and ill man iâ— following any that withstand his ill * This hath reference as most of the rest hath 〈◊〉 the good man before being this mans opposite 1 Intending in his writing c. 2 Quo magis alantur co magis ea laedi 3 To be therefore instructed in the truth of knowledge or aâ—spire to any egregious vertue not stiffe 〈◊〉 Art serues but he must be helpâ— besides benigniore nascendi horâ— According to this of Inusual plus etenim fati valet hora benigni Quam fi te Veneris commendet epistola Marti * The truly learned imitateth God the sophiâ—teâ—â— emulâ—â—eth man His imperfections are hid in the mists imposture breathes the others perfections are unseene by the brightnesse truth casts about his temples that dazle ignorant and corrupt beholders or â—pprehenders * Geometrae dicunt lineas superficies non seipsis moueâ—i sed motus corporum comitari * A good wife in most cares should euer vnâ—â—smaid comfort her husband * Simile * A good wife watcheth her husbands serious thoughts in his lookeâ— and applies her owne to them * Simile * Ease and Securitie described Resp. 1 Si absit scientia optimi nihil scitur 2 Qui opinioni absque mente consenserint 3 Prodest multis non nosse quicquaÌ„ 4 Nonne meritâ— multa tempestate iactabiturâ— 5 Absurdam alia laudare alia sequi