hart She neuer taught the Eye to leere nor lowre Tongue idle talke nor minde vngratious thought She neuer set a countenance sharpe and sowre Nor fetch 't a sigh vpon a thing of nought But shewes her Indgement of so iust a Measure As proues her Wisedome worth a world of Treasure She shewes her then how Fancie like a Flea Can skip about a skittish humour'd hart And how that sorrow like the Ocean Sea Can drowne the spirit in a deadly smart While Melancholy doth oppresse the Minde Where better humours haue no place to finde Then doth she take the Counsailour alone And shewes him all the secrets of his hart Bids him behold the Mournfull Widowes moane The Orphanes teares the grieued Sutors smart Loue feare and serue first God and then his King And doe no worke that may his Conscience wring She tells him then the heau'nly Consistorie Doth only sit vpon the spirits good Where in the fight of sacred Wisedomes eie Cannot a clawse amisse be vnderstood While Truth it selfe that pleads the poore mans case From Mercies Iustice hath impartiall Grace Then doth she take aside the Courtier And shewes him all the fruites of idlenes That fancie is but follies Treasurer While Wit is thrall vnto vnthriftines While Pride presuming on deceiuing Hope Griefe doth the Gate but to Repentance ope She tells him there she neuer taught the eye To feede the spirit with an idle Gaze She neuer taught the tongue to walke awrie Nor brought the minde into a wilfull Maze She neuer taught the fashion nor the cost Where Wisedome sees time and expence but lost She neuer teacheth to play fast and loose Nor iuggle with a false conceiued Ioy Nor let the Foxe be taken by a Goose Nor euer sold a treasure for a toy She neuer taught him to misspend his time Nor higher state then his desert to clime She neuer taught him how to crouch nor creepe Nor scorne nor scoffe nor hang the head a-side Nor sigh nor sob nor wipe the eye and weepe Nor hatefull thoughts in louing lookes to hide No no she is or a more heauenly Nature Then with such by-wit to abuse a Creature Then doth she call for euery Officer And bids him strictly looke into his Oath That Conscience may be true deliuerer Of an vnspotted simple faith and troth That seruice loue by duties care discharged In Honours eye make due Reward enlarged Then doth she take account of his accounts How all the summes doe with the parcels gree And how much cunning Conscience surmounts And what in fine the finall summe will be And tells him that a counting day will come When he shall make account for all and some Thus when she hath the Courtiers all reade ouer She calls the Lawyer to a conscience case And tells him Truth is Learnings only Louer Who neuer puts the poore Man out of place But holds the hand of Iustice weight so euen As if the Ballance had the Beame in Heauen She neuer takes a Bribe to make a Motion Nor soothes a Client in a false Conceite She neuer seekes an vndeseru'd promotion Nor sells her Beauty vnto the poore by weight No she is true and iust and wise and kinde And as she thinks will euer speake her minde Then doth she take the Souldiour in his Tent And shewes him there the hideous fight of blood That Mercy euer with true valour went To spoile the wicked but to spare the good That Conquest neuer is in true perfection But when a Man can Maister his Affection She teacheth not a wicked Stratagem Nor how for Coine to buy and sell a Towne Nor to vsurpe a princely Diadem Nor raise the vile nor put the vertuous downe No when she once begins to leuie Armes The good haue Grace the only wicked harmes She neuer prai'd vpon the poore Mans purse Nor tyraniz'd vpon the Prisoner She neuer reap't the Mournfull Widowes Curse Nor of an Infant was a Murtherer She neuer was by Sea nor Land a Thiefe But had Compassion on the poore Mans griefe Thus hauing shew'd the Souldiour what she knowes Becomes the cariage of a Noble Minde She calls the Merchant and to him she showes That Conscience care is of a heauenly kinde While no corruption can the soule infect That to the spirit hath a due respect She shewes him there there is no ware nor weight But the all-Seeing-Eye in secret sees And that no cunning can excuse deceite Which gaining drosse doth better siluer leese She tells him plaine it is all gotten gaine For fading pleasure gets eternall paine She tells him that the aduenture on the Sea Is not all blest to enrich the couetous Nor to maintaine the Epicure his Ease The proud the bad nor the vitious But to prouide for neede and to relieue The needy hart whom griping want doth grieue In some she shewes him that the spirits wealth Is free from all vnconscionable ill And howsoeuer Wit doth worke by stealth There is no Wisedome but the Gratious will Where carefull Loue where Comfort neuer wasteth Laies vp the Treasure that for euer lasteth Then doth she call on euery Trade and Art And still cries out haue care of Conscience Bids euery eye looke well into the hart And not be caried with a wicked sence For in the day of the eternall Doome Plainenes in heauen will haue a princely Roome What though sometime her habite be but poore Her lodging hard her diet spare and thinne She stand disgraced at the rich mans doore And fast without while other feast within Yet is she better with her Crosse contented Then sport with sinnes to haue her soule tormented And though sometime she sit and hold her peace While idle heads doe vse their tongues at large And grieue to see true Learnings worth decrease When that a Dunce doth take a Doctors charge Yet may the world in all her courses know 'T is not her will God knowes it shall be so And though sometime she be in fetters tied While wicked spirits walke at liberty And be enforc'd her fairest thoughts to hide While hatefull thoughts are had in Dignitie Yet hath she patience to endure her crosses While heau'nly gaine doth counteruaile her losses Oh could the world discerne her worthines In all true honour in all honours truth How she doth only giue a happines Vnto the grauest Age and greenest Youth Euen from the King vnto the poorest Creature She would be honour'd in a heau'nly Nature But let the world esteeme her as it will She shall be worth more then the world is worth And when the world shall blush to see her ill Then shall she bring her heauenly Beauty forth And make them all confesse vnto their faces Her Glory puts them all vnto disgraces She neuer speakes but Truth nor doth but well Her thoughts all pure and grounded on perfection She doth among the holy Muses dwell And guides the Graces all by her direction She is the Bodies Grace the spirits Queene In whom all
THE Soules immortall crowne consisting of seauen glorious graces 1. Vertue 2. Wisedome 3. Loue. 4. Constancie 5. Patience 6. Humilitie 7. Infinitenes DEVIDED INTO SEAVEN dayes Workes AND Dedicated to the Kings most excellent Maiestie AT LONDON Printed by H. Lownes and are to be sold by I. C. and F. B. 1605. TO THE HIGH and mightie Prince IAMES by the grace of God King of great Brittaine France and Ireland defendour of the faith c. TO whom shall I dedicate the praise of Vertue but to him whō Vertue praiseth which in your Maiestie being made good to the eies of those vnderstanding spirits that can iudge of the heauenly notes of heroicall natures I hope hauing Truth for my warrant to escape the scandall of fawning Eloquence vouchsafe therefore my gratious Soueraigne in this plaine Poem to peruse the labour of my hearts loue which with the seruice of true loyaltie I humbly lay at the feet of your Royall Maiestie beseeching the vertue of all grace grace of all vertue so to blesse you with his infinite blessings that as vertue vnder heauē putteth her praise vnder your Patronage so the Patrone of all vertue will so Royallize your praise in the Heauens that to your gratious Crowne on earth you may receiue a Crowne of Eternall glory Your Maiesties most humble and loyall in all seruice BER N. Gent. To the Reader YOu that haue a heart to lift your eies aboue your head and haue not buried your soule in the sinke of sinne take a little time to reade ouer this little Tract where if vertue may inuite you wisedome may woe you loue may draw you constancie may content you patience may perswade you or humility may entreate you you shall not passe without your paiment and make a profit of your expence the villaine cannot taste it the foole vnderstand it the hatefull not loue it nor the inconstant commend it the impatient endure it nor the proud regard it but I hope the best will alow it and to thē I only leaue it who can best iudge of it will iudiciously peruse it and accordingly esteeme it there is no state taxed in it no person abused by it none that reade it but may haue good of it and for the good of all men I haue done it The youthfull may learne and the aged consider what is most necessarie for the soules comfort the rich may finde treasure aboue their wealth and the poore reliefe in their miserie in sume to auoid tediousnes I hope you shall see Vertue truly honoured Wisedome truly praised Loue truly described Constancie truly commended Patience truly proued and God in all truly glorified to the tuition of whose grace in hearty praier for your happines that you may seeke it only in his goodnes I leaue you for this time and for euer till I better know you Your friend as I finde cause BER N. Gent. The Argument VErtue is Wisedomes light Wisedome her loue And Constancie her only lifes delight Which Patience in Humility doth proue Humility the eye of Vertues sight I hat sees the Graces branches of the Tree Which figures God in whom their Glories be A POEM VPON the praise of vertue The first dayes worke OH my deere Muse that neuer could'st endure The wicked courses of a wretched minde Nor euer learn'st by cunning to procure The hatefull comforts of a hellish kinde But euer hast the loue of vertue neere thee Speak in her praise that all the world may heare thee Goe tell the greatest Monarch where thou goest She is a Queene to fit his Maiestie And tell the wisest Counsellour thou knowest By her his wit hath greatest dignitie And tell the fairest in her fairest grace Foule is her faire except she blush her face Tell the Diuine she giues a glorious light Vnto the truth of the eternall word Tell Valour she makes but a bloody fight Except she guide the hand that holds the sword Tell all the Artes their studies are but idle Except she hold the sences in a bridle Tell Honour that her Title 's but a tittle Except she build the steps of her estate Tell Riches all her Greatnes is but little Except she hold her Reckonings at a rate Tell Loue alas his treasure 's but a toy Except she be the substance of the Ioy. Goe tell the world more then the world can tell All is as nought where she 's not all in all Tell Excellence she neuer doth excell But when her Grace doth to her Glory fall Tell Truth her selfe that in her trumpe of Fame Her highest Note is only in her name Oh were she seene within the sacred sence Of her high fauour alwaies with the highest Where Angels Grace and Graces excellence Keepe her deere Loue vnto themselues the nighest Then would the world all humbly fall before her And next to God in harts and soules adore her Oh could a King but note her Queene-like Nature What Maiestie is in an humble minde How on the earth she makes a heauenly Creature In being louing patient true and kinde And in her sweetnes sweetly so perceiue her No King on earth would for his Kingdome leaue her And could a Queene behold her Glorious Grace How her true Loue doth truly louely make her And what a Sunne she sets vpon her face That makes the Godly for a Godnesse take her She would so truly and so deerely loue her That no conceite should from her Court remoue her And did the grauest wisest Counsellour But sound the depth of her diuine conceite Where perfect Truth is Reasons Paramour When Wisedomes care doth cut off all deceite While sacred Iudgement in true Iustice sits Her will should be the Rule of all their Wits And could the neatest Courtier once behold How comly she is with a little cost How farre she is from euery pleating fold Where fond expences are in folly lost They all would leaue their Antike Loues desire And take their patternes from her plaine attire And did the fairest Nimph or Noblest Maide Behold her Beauty in her glorious Brightnes Pure in it selfe vnspotted not beraide Nor idely caried with a looke of Lightnes They would so farre her excellence preferre As all would leaue themselues to follow her And did the most experienc't Officer But note her cariage in her seruice care Where Conscience is the true examiner Of all the thoughts where Honours courses are While gracious spirits dwell in earthly Natures The Court would be a place of heauenly Creatures Did the Diuine see her Diuinitie And what a spouse vnto the soule she is Who with the world hath no affinitie But in the heauens hath her eternall blisse He would his life vnto her loue referre And leaue the world for only Loue of her And did the Lawyer looke into her lawes Where Truth and Loue doe trie the case of life And wicked Craft can neuer make a clause To feed Ambition with the fruite of strife But euery plea in pitties conscience proue All Law should
Graces haue their Glory seene Oh that I could describe her in her height As God and her good Grace might giue me leaue How all the Saints and all the Angels waite But on her will and from the same receiue The highest substance of their heau'nly Blisse In whom alone all heau'nly Blessing is Then should the world be all asham'd to see How basely they her glorious Grace regarded And grieue in soules to thinke that euer she Should for her seruice be so ill rewarded That few or none wise fond nor rich nor poore But ready are to thrust her out of doore Then should the Courts of Princes flock vnto her And Lords and Ladies sue to her for Grace And happy soules that best can seruice doe her And seeke their life but in her louely face And then her Grace such should a Glory beare That there should be no world but where she were But since her worth is to the world vnknowne And only Heauen doth her deere Loue embrace Her worth is more then can in words be showne While Grace it selfe can only shew her Grace Let me but leaue her in all Admiration To Virgins Saints and Angels Adoration And let me say but what in soule I finde She is the Essence of all Excellence The Eie the Heart the Body and the Minde Where holy Rules haue all their Residence Of all good Motions the first only Mouer The proofe of loue and of Loues proofe the Louer The strength of Truth th' assurance of all Trust The Concordance of all contentiue cares The Iudgement of the Wisedome of the Iust The sacred shop of the Celestiall warre The lemme for which no price can be too great Th' Eternall Manna for the spirits Meate The Eie of light where Loue hath all his life The tong of Truth where Wisedom hath her words The heart of peace where patience knowes no strife The hand of Bounty that all Grace affords The face of Beauty where all Brightnes shineth The soule of wonder that all worth defineth The soile wherein all sweetnes euer groweth The Fountaine whence all Wisedome euer springeth The winde that neuer but all blessing bloweth The Aire that all comfort euer bringeth The fire that euer life with loue enflameth The figure that all true perfection frameth The study of the soules Intelligence The Art of Wisedomes high Inuention The Rule of Reasons best Experience The worke of Mercies Glorious Mention The ground of Honour and discretions Grace Place's perfection and perfections place All this and more then I can speake or write In Vertue liues and to her loue belongs And though the world doe barre her of her right Yet heauen will one day right her of her wrong And make the world to know her gratious Nature And how she only makes the Glorious Creature And since that day will one day come vnwares When she will call a Court of all her Teanures And see the fruite of all her seruants wares And take an order for all Misdemeanures Let all the world be fearefull to offend her And thinke them happy that can best attend her Let euery Creature seeke and sue to serue her And euery King and Lord and Lady loue her And euery heart endeuour to deserue her And euery Minde for some good Motion moue her And euery tongue in true perfection praise her And euery soule to endlesse Glory raise her And let me aske a pardon of heau'ns Grace For my poore spirits mounting vp so high Who for my sinnes doth bid me hide my face And not to heau'n to dare to lift mine eie And say no more but end as I begun She is a Queene of Queenes and I haue done And since that Vertue neuer can be seene But by the Eie of Wisedomes sacred sence Where she beholds her as the Blessed Queene That weares the Crowne of Reasons excellence Let me beseech the Heauens my soule to Raise To speake of Wisedome in her worthy praise And though I know and cannot but confesse My thoughts vnable to aspire so high And euery way but all vnworthinesse In me to write of such a Misterie Yet let my heart a little tell my Minde What wonder worth in Wisedomes works I finde Gloria in excelsis Deo Vpon the praise of Wisedome The second daies worke FRom the vaine humours of vnseason'd Wit Whose heedlesse wil breeds nothing els but woe Among the seates where sacred spirits sit The holy pleasures of the heauens to know My humble Muse learne what perfection saies In Glorious Wisedomes neuer ending praise She is the spirit of the highest power The Essence of all purenes Excellence The compasse of the euerlasting hower The Vertue of all purenes Quintessence The knowledge that all knowledge only giueth And only life in which life only liueth She sits in counsaile with the Trinitie And is th' Almighties secret Secretarie She keepes the Graces in an Vnitie And doth the charge of all their seruice carie Before Creation she did make Election And for the Action she did giue direction She calls the Angels each one by their names And sets the Saints and Martirs in their places Their Himnes and Songs vnto their Lord she frames And to their Musique giues especiall Graces The Seraphins she makes to clap their wings While all the Heauens their Haleluiah sings Amid the skie she set the Sunne and Moone And made diuision twixt the day and night She made the morning and the after noone And set each planet in his place aright She prickt the Starres vpon the Firmament And gaue a life to euery Element She made the times the seasons of the yeare The change of Natures and the notes of choise She made perfection euery way appeare And in her labours made her Loue reioyce So by desert the highest did her call High Officer and worke Mistris of all She made the Earth in compasse like a Ball Betwixt the water and the skie depending Yet hangs so fast that it can neuer fall Vntill all earthly things must haue an ending And hauing fram'd it as she thought it meete Made it a footstoole for her Masters feete She made the Seas the Brooks the Fountaine springs The Trees the Fruites the Herbs and euery Flower The Fish the Beast and euery Bird that sings The Yeere the Month the Week the day the hower The outward shape and euery inward sence And euery Starre a sundry influence She framed Man the last of euery Creature But yet the best and to her loue the neerest She gaue his heart a kinde of heau'nly nature And held his life vnto her loue the deerest She made him all things by their names to call And vnder God Lord Gouernour of all She taught him only how to know the good But neuer taught him how to know the euill She fed his spirit with a wholesome food Till Pride did bring him poyson from the Deuill She made him then his folly to confesse And then his faith in Mercy finde redresse She gaue his
knits the hearts of Vertues Loyaltie It is no Obiect for an earthly Eie Nor any Muse for any worldly minde Although the world in true effects may trie It is a spirit of a powerfull kinde And such a power as all powers doe submit To the Inuincible power of it It maketh Will doe only what it list While Wisedome guides the Axill Tree of wit And neuer feares the hurt of had I wist That sees a Crosse and is content with it While patience findes the only faire perfection Of Fancies faith in fauours true Affection It is a substance that admits no figure For in it selfe it breedes but of exceedings While in the Notes of pleasures truest Nature The fruites of Faith are Fancies only feedings While in conceite those high Contentments meete That happy soules are rauisht with the sweete To comprehend it passeth Comprehension And to define 't is vndefinable And to describe it doth exceede Inuention And to conceiue 't is vnconceiuable Yet by the Vertue that our sence it giues Our Reason findes that in our soules it liues It is a fire that kindleth in the Eie It is an Aire that cooleth Furies heate It is a water that is neuer drie A Paradise where growes the spirits meate Thus it partakes of euery Element Yet liues aboue the highest Firmament It is a thought begotten by a sight And 't is a sight that liueth in the thought It is a life that breedeth in delight And a delight that life hath only wrought It is a word that by true spirits spoken Doth knit a knot that neuer can be broken Oh how it doth a blessed Nature nourish And how it doth an humble spirit cherish And how it makes a faithfull heart to flourish And suffers not a Gratious soule to perish Witnes those hearts whose perfect spirits proue How loue in Wisedome Wisedome liues in loue Fortune can neuer haue a force to foile it Nor feare to fright nor enuie to anoy it Nor passion to hurt impatience to spoile it Nor Death to kill nor Deuill to destroy it But where all pleasures spring and perish neuer Heere or in Heau'n it hath a life for euer From the faire Brightnes of a Beautious Eie It caries honour to an humble hart And from the heart of Truthes Humilitie It gaines the comfort of a kinde desart And in true kindnes that content alone That of two Bodies makes the Minde but one It brought downe Heau'n to Earth brings Earth to Heau'n It walks about the circle of the Sunne It makes the Planets keepe their orders eu'n And Nature kindly all her courses runne It sits vpon the holy seate of Grace And with the highest hath the highest place It keepes all Order Measure Rule and Right In Nature Reason Wisedome Wit and Sence In word and deede and thought by day and night In time and place in Case and Moode and Tense Where all proportions are in such perfection As shewes the depth of the diuine direction It makes the husband kinde vnto his wife The spouse obedient to her faithfull pheere And in that kindnes that contentiue life That only doth but in that life appeare The Children gratious and the Parents kinde And each in other what they wish to finde Brethren and sisters liue in Vnitie And Neighbours liue in friendly Neighbourhood And friends continue in true Amitie And strangers vnto strangers to doe good Princes in Peace and Subiects liue in Grace And so the earth to proue a heau'nly place Oh how it fights against infamous thought And kills the Nature of an ill coniecture How true it hath the life of Vertue taught And builds the height of Honours Architecture How little it regards all earthly toyes And surely leades the soule to endlesse ioyes How sweetly on the Nurses lips it lies While she is bussing of her little Baby And how it twinckles in the Infants eies In learning of his Christes Crosse and his A. B How cherry-red it dies a snowie white Where Maiden-blushes make a blessed sight Loue makes the Triumphes of the truest ioyes And sounds the Trumpet of the sweetest sound Loue speakes in hearts and makes no idle noise But is in some of euery Grace the ground It is a Riddle aboue Reasons sence And of exceedings all the excellence It makes the thought the word and deede all one It bindes the eye the hand and heart together It is in truth the only Tree alone Which keeps his greene where not a leafe can wither It is the Bird that only sings in May And makes the holy spirits holy day It takes away the tediousnes from time The paine from patience in desire delaies The feare from care the hearts content to clime The sloath from labour in his hardest waies The frailty from the Nature of Affection And folly from the passion of perfection It is a Vertue of that sacred sence In working wonders in the spirits power As in the height of Reasons Excellence Vpon the top of Truths eternall Tower Doth stand with such a Grace of heau'nly Glory As may be call'd the state of Wisedomes story And since it is so infinite in worth As doth exceede his penne of Reasons praise Who from the soule of Wisedome issues forth As from the Sunne his brightest shining Raies Let me heere cease and all in Admiration Leaue it to Wisedomes only declaration And since it doth in nothing more appeare Then in the Nature of true Constancie Which is a Vertue to the soule to deere As keepes the soule from Errors Extasie Let me a little speake of that sweet Nature Of Constancie that makes the Blessed Creature THE PRAISE OF Constancie The fourth daies worke O Constancie thou only kingly thought That keepes the spirit in her purest kinde And hast against all idle frailty fought And like a Mountaine set lest fast the Minde Let me conceiue some part of thy content Where pleasures spirit is most sweetly spent And though I cannot reach that Royall height Wherein thy sacred Maiestie doth sit Yet as a Seruant let me humbly waite To see thine honour and to speake of it And so to speake that all the world may see Wisedomes Loues Honor only liues in thee The constant Eie hath neuer wandring fight The constant Eare hath no vnkindly hearing The constant Tongue doth euer speake aright The constant Heart hath euer happy chearing The constant Minde the fairest thoughts vnfold thee The constant Soule on earth heauen behold thee It neuer hath a thought of iealousie Nor stands vpon Opinions Parador Nor runnes a fury into frenzie Nor feares the Wolfe nor ioyneth with the Fox But like the Phoenix in a sunnie fire Findes lifes delight in ashes of desire It loues no change and breedes the ioy of choise It feares no fortune nor it serues no folly It keepes the Rule where Reason doth reioice And is the substance of contentment wholy It is a stay that strengtheneth the Minde And knit the sences in a sacred Kinde It is the true