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Euthymiæ raptus; or The teares of peace with interlocutions. By Geo. Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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good life is all Liue well ye Learnd and all men ye enthrall Interlâ— Alas they are discourag'd in their courses And like surpris'd Forts beaten from their forces Bodies on Rights of Soules did neuer growe With ruder Rage then barbarous Torrents flowe Ouer their sacred Pastures bringing in Weedes and all rapine Temples now begin To suffer second deluge Sinne-drownde Beasts Making their Altars crack and the filde Nests Of vulturous Fowles filling their holy places For wonted Ornaments and Religious graces Pea. The chiefe cause is since they themselues betraie Take their Foes baites for some particular swaie T' inuert their vniuersall and this still Is cause of all ills else their liuing ill Int. Alas that men should striue for others swaie But first to rule themselues And that being waie To all mens Bliss why is it trod by none And why are rules so dully lookt vpon That teach that liuely Rule Pea. O horrid thing T is Custome powres into your common spring Such poyson of Example in things vaine That Reason nor Religion can constraine Mens sights of serious things and th' onely cause That neither humane nor celestiall lawes Drawe man more compasse is his owne slacke bent T' intend no more his proper Regiment Where if your Actiue men or men of action Their Policie Auarice Ambition Faction Would turne to making strong their rule of Passion To search and settle them in Approbation Of what they are and shal be which may be By Reason in despight of Policie And in one true course couch their whole Affaires To one true blisse worth all the spawne of theirs If halfe the idle speech men Passiue spend At sensuall meetings when they recommend Their sanguine Soules in laughters to their Peace Were spent in Counsailes how they might decrease That frantique humour of ridiculous blood Which addes they vainely thinke to their liues flood And so conuerted in true humane mirth To speech what they shall be dissolv'd from Earth In bridling it in flesh with all the scope Of their owne knowledge here and future hope If last of all your Intellectiue men Would mixe the streames of euery iarring Penne. In one calme Current that like land flouds now Make all Zeales bounded Riuers ouer-flowe Firme Truth with question euery howre pursue And yet will have no question all is true Search in that troubled Ocean for a Ford That by it selfe runnes and must beare accord In each mans self by banishing falshood there Wrath lust pride earthy thoughts before elsewhere For as in one man is the world inclosde So to forme one it should be all disposde If all these would concurre to this one end It would aske all their powres and all would spend Life with that reall sweetnesse which they dreame Comes in with obiects that are meere extreame And make them outward pleasures still apply Which neuer can come in but by that key Others aduancements others Fames desiring Thirsting exploring praysing and admiring Like lewd adultererers that their owne wiues scorne And other mens with all their wealth adorne Why in all outraying varyed ioyes and courses That in these errant times tire all mens forces Is this so common wonder of our dayes That in poore foretimes such a fewe could raise So many wealthy Temples and these none All were deuout then all deuotions one And to one end conuerted and when men Giue vp themselues to God all theirs goes then A few well-giuen are worth a world of ill And worlds of Powre not worth one poore good-will And what 's the cause that being but one Truth spreds About the world so manie thousand heads Of false Opinions all self-lov'd as true Onely affection to things more then due One Error kist begetteth infinite How can men finde truth in waies opposite And with what force they must take opposite wayes When all haue opposite obiects Truth displaies One colourd ensigne and the world pursues Ten thousand colours see to iudge who vse Truth in their Arts what light their liues doe giue For wherefore doe they study but to liue See I Eternities streight milke-white waie And One in this life 's crooked vanities straie And shall I thinke he knowes Truth following Error This onely this is the infallible myrror To showe why Ignorants with learn'd men vaunt And why your learn'd men are so ignorant Why euery Youth in one howre will be old In euery knowledge and why Age doth mould Then As in Rules of true Philosophie There must be euer due Analogie Betwixt the Powre that knowes and that is knowne So surely ioynde that they are euer one The vnderstanding part transcending still To that it vnderstands that to his skill All offering to the Soule the Soule to God By which do all things make their Period In his high Powre and make him All in All So to ascend the high-heauen-reaching Skale Of mans true Peace and make his Art entire By calming all his Errors in desire Which must preceede that higher happinesse Proportion still must trauerse her accesse Betwixt his powre and will his Sense and Soule And euermore th'exorbitance controule Of all forms passing through the bodies Powre Till in the soule they rest as in their Towre Int. But as Earths grosse and elementall fire Cannot maintaine it selfe but doth require Fresh matter still to giue it heate and light And when it is enflam'd mounts not vpright But struggles in his lame impure ascent Now this waie works and then is that waie bent Not able straight t' aspire to his true Sphere Where burns the fire eternall and sincere So best soules here with heartiest zeales enflam'd In their high flight for heauen earth-broos'd and lam'd Make many faint approches and are faine VVith much vnworthy matter to sustaine Their holiest fire and with sick feathers driuen And broken Pinions flutter towards heauen Peace The cause is that you neuer will bestowe Your best t' enclose your liues twixt God and you To count the worlds Loue Fame Ioy Honour nothing But life with all your loue to it betrothing To his loue his recomfort his rewarde Since no good thought calls to him but is heard Nor neede you thinke this strange since he is there Present within you euer euery where Where good thoughts are for Good hath no estate Without him nor himself is without That If then this Commerce stand twixt you entire Trie if he either grant not each desire Or so conforme it to his will in staie That you shall finde him there in the delaie As well as th' instant grant And so prooue right How easie his deare yoke is and how light His equall burthen whether this Commerce Twixt God and man be so hard or peruerse In composition as the Raritie Or no-where-patterne of it doth implie Or if in worrhy contemplation It do not tempt beyond comparison Of all things worldly Sensualitie Nothing so easie all Earths Companie Like Rubarb or the drugges of Thessalie Compar'd in taste with that sweet O trie then If
that contraction by the God of men Of all the lawe and Prophets layd vpon The tempting Lawyer were a lode that None Had powre to stand beneath If Gods deare loue Thy Conscience do not at first sight approue Deare aboue all things And so passe this shelfe To loue withall thy Neighbour as thy selfe Not loue as much but as thy selfe in this To let it be as free as thine owne is Without respect of profit or reward Deceipt or flatterie politique regard Or anie thing but naked Charitie Interlo I call euen God himselfe to testifie For men I know but fewe that farre aboue All to be here desir'd I rate his loue Thanks to his still-kist-hand that so hath fram'd My poore and abiect life and so inflam'd My soule with his sweete all-want-seasoning loue In studying to supply though not remoue My desert fortunes and vnworthinesse With some wisht grace from him that might expresse His presence with me and so dignifie My life to creepe on earth behold the skie And giue it meanes enough for this lowe plight Though hitherto with no one houres delight Heartie or worthie but in him alone Who like a carefull guide hath hal'd me on And euery minute sinking made we swimme To this calme Shore hid with his Sonne in him And here ay me as trembling I looke back I fall againe and in my hauen wracke Still being perswaded by the shamelesse light That these are dreames of my retired Night That all my Reading Writing all my paines Are serious trifles and the idle vaines Of an vnthriftie Angell that deludes My simple fancie and by Fate extendes My Birth-accurst life from the blisse of men And then my hands I wring my bosome then Beate and could breake ope fill th' inraged Ayre And knock at heauen with sighs inuoke Despaire At once to free the tyr'd Earth of my lode That these recoiles that Reason doth explode Religion damns and my arm'd Soule defies Wrastles with Angels telling Heauen it lies If it denie the truth his Spirit hath writ Grauen in my soule and there eternisde it Should beat me from that rest and that is this That these prodigious Securities That all men snore-in drowning in vise liues The Soules of men because the bodie thriues Are Witch-crafts damnable That all learnings are Foolish and false that with those vile liues square That these sowre wizzards that so grauely scorne Learning with good life kinde gainst kinde suborne And are no more wise then their shades are men Which as my finger can goe to my Penne I can demonstrate that our knowledges Which we must learne if euer we professe Knowledge of God or haue one Notion true Are those which first and most we should pursue That in their searches all mens actiue liues Are so farre short of their contemplatiues As Bodies are of Soules This life of Next And so much doth the Forme and whole Context Of matter seruing one exceede the other That Heauen our Father is as Earth our Mother And therefore in resemblance to approue Who are the true bredde fatherd by his loue As Heauen it selfe doth only virtually Mix with the Earth his Course still keeping hie And Substance vndisparag'd though his Beames Are dround in many dung-hils and their Steames To vs obscure him yet he euer shines So though our soules beames digge in bodies Mines To finde them rich discourses through their Senses And meet with many myddins of offences Whose Vapours choke their Organes yet should they Disperse them by degrees because their swaie In Powre is absolute And in that Powre shine As firme as heauen heauen nothing so diuine All this I holde and since that all truth else That all else knowe or can holde staies and dwelles On these grounds vses and should all contend Knowing our birth here serues but for this end To make true meanes and waies t' our second life To plie those studies and holde euery strife To other ends more then to amplifie Adorne and sweeten these deseruedly As balls cast in our Race and but grasse knitt From both sides of our Path t' ensnare our wit And thus because the gaudie vulgar light Burns vp my good thoughts form'd in temperate Night Rising to see the good Moone oftentimes Like the poore virtues of these vicious times Labour as much to lose her light as when She fills her waning horns And how like men Raisd to high Places Exhalations fall That would be thought Starres I le retire from all The hot glades of Ambition Companie That with their vainenesse make this vanitie And coole to death in shaddowes of this vale To which end I will cast this Serpents skale This loade of life in life this fleshie stone This bond and bundle of corruption This breathing Sepulcher this spundge of griefe This smiling Enemie this household-thiefe This glasse of ayre broken with lesse then breath This Slaue bound face to face to death till death And consecrate my life to you and yours In which obiection if that Powre of Powers That hath reliev'd me thus farre with a hand Direct and most immediate still will stand Betwixt me and the Rapines of the Earth And giue my poore paines but such gratious birth As may sustaine me in my desert Age With some powre to my will I still will wage Warre with that false Peace that exileth you And in my prayd for freedome euer vow Teares in these shades for your teares till mine eyes Poure out my soule in better sacrifise Peace Nor doubt good friend but God to whom I see Your friendlesse life conuerted still will be A rich supply for friends And still be you Sure Conuertite to him This this way rowe All to their Countrie Thinke how hee hath shew'd You wayes and by wayes what to bee pursew'd And what auoyded Still in his hands be If you desire to liue or safe or free No longer dayes take Nature doth exact This resolution of thee and this fact The Foe hayles on thy head and in thy Face Insults and trenches leaues thee no worlds grace The walles in which thou art besieged shake Haue done Resist no more but if you take Firme notice of our speech and what you see And will adde paines to write all let it be Divulged too Perhappes of all some one May finde some good But might it touch vpon Your gratious Princes liking hee might doe Good to himselfe and all his kingdomes too So virtuous a great Example is And that hath thankt as small a thing as this Here being stuffe and forme for all true Peace And so of all mens perfect Happinesse To which if hee shall lend his Princely eare And giue commandement from your selfe to heare My state tell him you know me and that I That am the Crowne of Principalitie Though thus cast off by Princes euer vow Attendance at his foote till I may growe Vp to his bosome which being deaw'd in time With these my Teares may to my comforts clyme Which when all