Matter IF all the World were a confused heape What was beyond for this World is not great We finde it Limit hath and Bound And like a Ball in compasse is made round And if that Matter with which the World 's made Be Infinite then more Worlds may be said Then Infinites of Worlds may we agree As well as Infinites of Matters bee A World made by foure Atomes SHarpe Atomes Fire subtle quicke and dry The Long like Shafts still into Aìre fly The Round to Water moist a hollow Forme The Figure square to heavy dull Earth turne The Atomes sharpe hard Mineralls do make The Atomes round soft Vegetables take In Animals none singly lye alone But the foure Atomes meet and joyne as one And thus foure Atomes the Substance is of all With their foure Figures make a worldly Ball. Thus the Fancy of my Atomes is that the foure Principall Figures as Sharpe Long Round Square make the foure Elements not that they are of severall matters but are all of * one matter onely their severall Figures do give them severall Proprieties so likewise do the mixt Figures give them mixt Proprieties their several composures do give them other Proprieties according to their Formes they put themselves into by their severall Motions This I do repeate that the ground of my Opinion may be understood Of Elements SOme hold foure perfect Elements there bee Which do surmount each other by degree And some Opinions thinke that One is all The rest from that and to that One shall fall This single Element it selfe to turne To severall qualities as Fire to burne So water moist that heate to quench and then To subtle Aire and so to Earth agen Like 〈◊〉 water which turnes with the Cold To Flakes of Snow or in firme Ice to hold But that Heate doth melt that Icy Chaine Then into water doth it turne againe So from the Earth a Vapour thicke ascends That Vapour thicke it selfe to thin Aire spends Or else it will condense it selfe to Raine And by its weight will fall to Earth againe And what is very thin so subtle growes As it turnes Fire and so a bright flame shewes And what is dull or heavy flow to move Of a cold quality it oft doth prove Thus by contracting and dilating parts Is all the skill of Natures working Arts. Fire compared to Stings NOthing is so like Fire as a Flies Sting If we compare th' effect which both do bring For when they sting the flesh they no blood draw But blisters raise the Skin made red the Flesh raw Were there as many Stings as Fiery Atomes small Would peirce into the Flesh Bones turne to Ashes all Thus we finde Flies do carry every where Fire in their Tailes their Breech they do not feare Comparing Flame to the Tide of the Sea LIke 〈◊〉 ' Iides a Flame will ebb and flow By sinking downe and then strait higher grow And if supprest all in a rage breakeout Streaming it selfe in severall parts about Some thinke the Salt doth make the Sea to move If so then Salt in Flame the like may prove From that Example Salt all Motions makes Then Life the chiefe of Motion from Salt takes What is Liquid WEE cannot call all Liquid which doth flow For then a Flame may turne to water so But that is Liquid which is moist and wet Fire that Propriety can never get Then 't is not Cold that puts the Fire out But 't is the Wet that makes it dye no doubt Fire and moisture IF Hay be not quite dry but stackt up wet In time that Moisture will a Fire beget This proves that Fire may from Moisture grow We proofe have none Moisture from Fire flow This shewes that Fire in its selfe is free No other Element in it can bee For Fire is pure still and keeps the same Where oyly Moisture's not no Fire can flame Aire begot of Heate and Moisture HEate and Moisture joyn'd with equall merit Get a Body thin ' of Aire or Spirit Which is a Sinoake or Steame begot from both If Mother Moisture rule 't is full of sloth If the Father Fire predominates Then it is active quicke and Elevates This Aiery Childe is sometimes good or bad According to the nourishment it had The Temper of the Earth THE Earth we finde is very cold and dry And must therefore have Fire and water night To wash and bath then dry her selfe without Else she would uselesse be without all doubt Winds are made in the Aire not in the Earth HOW can we thinke Winds come from Earth below When they from Skye do downe upon us blow If they proceeded from the Earth must run Strait up and upon Earth againe backe come They cannot freely blow least Earth were made Like to a Bowling-Greene so levell laid But there are Rocks and Hills and Mountaines great Which stop their waies and make them soone retreat Then sure it is the Sun drawes Vapour out And 〈◊〉 it thin then blow'th 't about If Heat condens'd that turnes it into Raine And by its weight falls to the Earth againe Thus Moisture and the Sun do cause the Winds And not the Cradities in hollow Mines Thunder is a Wind in the middle Region WHO knowes but Thunders are great Winds which lye Within the middle vault above the Skye Which Winde the Sun on Moisture cold begot When he is in his Region Cancer hot This * Childe is thin and subtle made by hear It gets a voice and makes a noise that 's great It 's Thinnesse makes it agile agile strong Which by its force doth drive the Clouds along And when the Clouds do meet they each do strike Flashing out Fire as do Flints the like Thus in the Summer Thunder 's caus'd by Wind Vapour drawne so high no way out can find But in the Winter when the Clouds are loose Then doth the Wind on Earth keep Rendezvous Of cold VVinds. AS rarified water makes Winds blow So rarified Winds do colder grow For if they thin are rarified then they Do further blow aud spread out every way So cold they are and sharpe as Needle points For by the thinnesse breaks and disunites Into such Atomes fall Sharpe Figures bee Which Porous Bodies peirce if we could see Yet some will thinke if Aire were parted so The Winds could not have such strong force to blow T is true if Atomes all were 〈◊〉 and Flat Or Round like Rings they could not peirce but pat But by themselves they do so sharpe become That through all Porous Bodies they do run But when the Winds are soft they intermixe As water doth and in one Body fixe More like they wave then blow as Fanns are spread Which Ladies use to coole their Cheeks when red As water Drops feele harder when they 〈◊〉 Then when they 're 〈◊〉 and on us light Unlesse such streames upon our heads downe runne As we a Shelter seeke the Wet to shun But when a Drop congealed is with
Poetry unlesse it were in their Dressings which can be no longer read then Beauty lasts Wherefore it hath seemed hitherto as if Nature had compounded Mens Braines with more of the Sharp Atomes which make the hot and dry Element and Womens with more of the round Atomes which Figure makes the cold and most Element And though Water is a usesull Element yet Fire is the Nobler being of an Aspiring quality But it is rather a Dishonour not a Fault in Nature for her Inferiour Workes to move towards Perfection though the best of her Workes can never be so Perfect as her selfe yet she is pleased when they imitate her and to imitate her I hope you will be pleased I Imitate you T is true my Verses came not out of Jupiters Head therefore they cannot prove a Pallas yet they are like Chast Penelope's Work for I wrote them in my Husbands absence to delude Melancholy Thoughts and avoid Idle Time The last thing Truth tells you is my Verses were gathered too soon wherefore they cannot be of a Mature growth for the Sun of time was onely at that height as to draw them forth but not heat enough to ripen them which makes me feare they will tast harsh and unpleasant but if they were strew'd with some Sugar of Praises and Bake'd in the Oven of Applause they may passe at a generall Feast though they do not relish with nice and delicate Palates yet the Vulgar may digest them sor they care not what the Meat is if the Crust bee good or indeed thick for they judge according to the quantity not the quality or rarity but they are oft perswaded by the senses of others 〈◊〉 then their owne Wherefore if it be not worthy of Commendations pray be silent and cast not out severe Censures And I shall give Thankes for what is Eaten I desire all those which read this part of my Book to consider that it is thick of Fancies and therefore requires the more Study But if they understand not I desire they would do as those which have a troubled Conscience and cannot resolve themselves of some Doubts wherefore they are required by the Church to go to a Minister thereof to have them explain'd and not to Interpret according to their owne Imaginations So I intreat those that cannot find out the Conceit of my Fancies to ask a Poet where the Conciet lies before they Censure and not to accuse my Book for Non-sense condemning it with a false Construction through an Ignorant zeale of Malice nor do not mistake nor ask a Rhimer instead of a Poet least I be condemned as a Traytor to Sense through the blindnesse of the Judges Understanding But if the Judge be learned in the Lawes of Poetry and honesty from Bribes of Envie I shall not need to feare but that the Truth will be found out and its Innocence will be free'd at the Bar of Censure and be sent home with the Acquittance of Applause Yet pray do not think I am so Presumptuous to compare my selfe in this Comparison to the Church but I onely here compare Truth to the Church and Truth may be compared from the lowest Subject or Object to the Highest I must intreat my Noble Reader to read this part of my Book very slow and to observe very strictly every word they read because in most of these Poems every word is a Fancy Wheresore if they loose by not marking or ship by too hasty reading they will intangle the Sense of the whole Copy Of Poets and their Theft AS Birds to hatch their Young do sit in Spring Some Ages severall Broods of Poets bring Which to the World in Verse do sweetly sing Their Notes great Nature set not Art so taught So Fancies in the Braine that Nature wrought Are best what lmitation makes are naught For though they sing as well as well may bee And make their Notes of what they learne agree Yet he that teaches still hath Mastery And ought to have the Crowne of Praise and Fame In the long Role of Time to write his Name And those that steale it out to blame There 's None should Places have in Fames high Court But those that first do win Inventions Fort Not Messeugers that onely make Report To Messengers Rewards of Thanks are due For their great Paines telling their Message true But not the Honour to Invention new Many there are that Sutes will make to weare Of severall Patches stole both here and there That to the World they Gallants may appeare And the Poore Vulgar which but little know Do Reverence all that makes a Glistring Shew Examines not the same how they came to Then do they call their Friends and all their Kin They Factions make the Ignorant to bring And with their help into Fames Court get in Some take a Line or two of Horace Wit And here and there they will a Fancy pick. And so of Homer Virgill Ovid sweet Makes all those Poets in their Book to meet Yet makes them not appeare in their right shapes But like to Ghosts do wander in 〈◊〉 Shades But those that do so are but Poet-Juglers And like to Conjurers are Spirit-troublers By Sorcery the Ignorant delude Shewing false Glasses to the Multitude And with a small and undiscerning Haire They pull Truth out the place wherein she were But by the Poets Lawes they should be hang'd And in the Hell of Condemnation damn'd MOst of our Moderne Writers now a daies Consider not the Fancy but the Phrase As if sine words were Wit or One should say A Woman 's handsome if her Cloaths be gay Regarding not what Beauty 's in the Face Nor what Proportion doth the Body grace As when her shooes be high to say shee 's tall And when Shee is strait-lac'd to say shee 's small When Painted or her Haire is curl'd with Art Though of it selfe t is Plaine and Skin is swart We cannot say from her a Thanks is due To Nature nor those Arts in her we view Unlesse shee them invented and so taught The World to set forth that which is stark naught But Fancy is the Eye gives Life to all Words the Complexion as a whited Wall Fancy is the Form Flesh Blood Bone Skin Words are but Shadowes have no Substance in But Number is the Motion gives the Grace And is the Countenance to a well form'd Face FANCIES The severall Keyes of Nature which unlock her severall Cabinets ABunch of Keyes which hung by Natures Side Nature to unlock these her Boxes try'd The sirst was Wit that Key unlockt the Ear Opened the Brain to see what things were there The next was Beauties Key unlockt the Eyes Opened the Heart to see what therein lyes The third was Appetite that Key was quick Opens the Stomack meat to put in it The Key of 〈◊〉 opens the Braine though hard For of a Stink the Nose is much afeard The Key of Paine unlocked Touch but slow Nature is loath Diseases for to
I should be rude Kissing her Garment thin which Fancy made Kneeling upon a Thought like one that pray'd In whispers soft I did present His humble service which in mirth was sent Thus by imagination I have been In Fairy Court and seen the Fairy Queen For why imagination runs about In every place yet none can trace it out A Poet I am neither borne nor bred But to a witty Poet married Whose Braine is Fresh and Pleasant as the Spring Where Fancies grow and where the Muses sing There oft I leane my Head and 〈◊〉 harke To heare his words and all his Fancies mark And from that Garden Flowers of Fancies take Whereof a Posie up in Verse I make Thus I that have no Garden of mine owne There gather Flowers that are newly blowne REader I have a little Tract of Philosophicall Fancies in Prose which will not be long before it appear in the world FINIS AN Eye As Round and Long have As the numbers of Sharpe Atomes do peirce and make way through greater numbers as a Sparke of fire will kindle and burn up a house * These Atomes are 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Atomes and half Fiery Long Round Sharpe Flat * This is when some Atomes overpower others by their Numbers for they cannot change their Formes Over power'd 〈◊〉 do so In compasse * In compasse * In compasse * As water will make a wheele to go so 〈◊〉 makes water go * A crosse Motion 〈◊〉 the Circular if there be 〈◊〉 space between The world turns 〈◊〉 two imaginary Poles the Earth upon one the Heavens upon another yet the Earth nor the Heavens could not stir 〈◊〉 no 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 example A wheel could not 〈◊〉 round if the 〈◊〉 were prest 〈◊〉 close and the center on either side * I meane all Rayes in generall of all sorts 〈◊〉 Atomes which move * The Suns Rayes * Concaves draw to a center * 〈◊〉 Atomes shine but sharp Atomes * It seems like a burning coal * Long Atomes sharp at each end * That part of the Earth is darke which is from the Sun * To that part of the Earth the Moone hides * At the Poles Round Atomes are water Sharp Atomes By Gone 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Motion ceases Their Forme doth not dissolve 〈◊〉 at their Death * Life is such kinde of Motion as sharp Atomes * That is when they are separated or their Motion 〈◊〉 and though every Figure hath 〈◊〉 Motions 〈◊〉 to their Shape yet they do not move alwaies alike 〈◊〉 they have one kinde of Motion singly and another kinde when they are united but when they are mixt with other Figures their Motion 〈◊〉 according to their severall mixtures * The sharpe Atomes are like the Teeth of Mice * Not the form of the Atomes but the forme of their Settlement * 〈◊〉 loose Atomes which we perceive not doe run to those which are united in the Coale * Wood is made most of flat Atomes * For severall Formes are according to the 〈◊〉 of Atomes which Formes are undone still by the strongest party When there is no Substance left for sharp Atomes to worke upon they disperse for they seek to undo the composure of all other Atomes When it 〈◊〉 Warmth * They separate the sharp Atomes * When Water is throwne on Fire * When Water is throwne on Fire * The encounters of Bodies make all Sound * Long and round Atomes are more thin theu flat or sharpe by reason they are more hollow and their hollowness makes their Bulk blgger though not their weight heavier * Those Drops ioyning close and even * 〈◊〉 there be Infinites of Worlds then there may be insiuites of Centers although not a Center in 〈◊〉 * The Sun in the midst of the 〈◊〉 which are sharpe Atomes As it were without partition but it is but one They would beat against each other They are 〈◊〉 according to the severall strengths of their motion They turne as they go A Jack Bowle is the marke The severall Elements are at but one matter The Wind. * All things come from God Almighty * When the Sun draws up more Moisture then it can digest it turns to Raine or wind * As it seems to us * As I have before 〈◊〉 they do it 〈◊〉 Atomes Because my Lines are too long for my Rhimes therefore I put them in Prose * Numbers * Fancy * Because 〈◊〉 Poets imitate Homer * The Theft of Poets * There may be more Earths then one for all we know and but one Sun * The Crest in the Wainscot gilt Good Mines are found out by the Birches bowing * Sun Beames * There would be no 〈◊〉 if no Light These Smocks are the daies * The Moon * The five Senses are Natures Boxes Cabinets The Braine her chiefe Cabinet which are Love Verses Natures Cellar 〈◊〉 wine strong-Strong-waters strong-* Flesh and Fish Natures wheele Natures Garden Natures Musicall Instruments Natures Musick Natures Arable and Meadow Natures Horses Natures Ship * In the Aire Clouds move or wave as water in the Sea and Ebb and Flow according to dry or moist weather * A bough is their Haven * A Church As ripe Corne will do with the wind * Here the Ship is taken for a Horse * Five Senses 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 * Which are the 24. Letters of the Alphabet 1 〈◊〉 2 Masquer 3 〈◊〉 * As a 〈◊〉 5 Masquer A Masquer drest with Honour Time * Times Cabinet is Oppertunity The Offerings * The waters run in circulations It was a custome in ancient time to hang their offerings on trees All objects that the Senses bring in are as Merchandises brought from forreign parts When 〈◊〉 are shot from each corner they make 〈◊〉 triangular point upon the 〈◊〉 Vanity Pride Ambition Fame * The under lid
would not 〈◊〉 when there are many in the World which are accounted Wise that will venture Life and Honour for a petty Interest or out of Envie or for Revenge sake And why should not I venture when nothing lies at Stake but Wit let it go I shall nor cannot be much Poorer If Fortune be my Friend then Fame will be my Gaine which may build me a Pyramid a Praise to my Memory I shall have no cause to seare it will be so high as Babels Tower to fall in the mid-way yet I am sorry it doth not touch at Heaven but my Incapacity Feare Awe and Reverence kept me from that Work For it were too great a Presumption to venture to Discourse that in my Fancy which is not describeable For God and his Heavenly Mansions are to be admired wondred and astonished at and not disputed on But at all other things let Fancy fiye And like a Towring Eagle mount the Skie Or lik the Sun swiftly the World to round Or like pure Gold which in the Earth is found But if a drossie Wit let 't buried be Under the Ruines of all Memory The Poetresses hasty Resolution REading my Verses I like't them so well Selfe-love did make my Iudgement to rebell Thinking them so good I thought more to write Considering not how others would them like I writ so fast I thought if I liv'd long A Pyramid of Fame to build thereon Reason observing which way I was bent Did stay my hand and ask't me what I meant Will you said shee thus waste your time in vaine On that which in the World small praise shall gaine For shame leave off sayd shee the Printer spare Hee 'le loose by your ill Poetry I feare Besides the Worldhath already such a weight Of uselesse Bookes as it is over fraught Then pitty take doe the World a good turne And all you write cast in the fire and burne Angry I was and Reason strook away When I did he are what shee to me did say Then all in haste I to the Presle it sent Fearing Perswasion might my Book prevent But now 't is done with greife repent doe I Hang down my head 〈◊〉 shame blush sigh and cry Take pitty and my drooping Spirits raise Wipe off my teares with Handkerchiefes of Praise The Poetresses Petition LIke to a Feavers pulse my heart doth beat For fear my Book some great repulse should meet If it be naught let her in silence lye Disturbe her not let her in quiet dye Let not the Bells of your dispraise ring loud But wrap her up in silence as a Shrowd Cause black oblivion on her Hearse to hang Instead of Tapers let darke night there stand In stead of Flowers to the grave her strow Before her Hearse sleepy dull Poppy throw In stead of Scutcheons let my Teares be 〈◊〉 Which greife and sorrow from my eyes out wrung Let those that beare her Corps no lesters be But sad and sober grave Mortality No Satyr Poets to her Funerall come No Altars rays'd to write Inscriptions on Let dust of all forgetfulnesse be cast Upon her Corps there let them lye and waste Nor let her rise againe unlesse some know At Iudgements some good Merits shee can shew Then shee shall live in Heavens of high praise And for her glory Garlands of fresh Bayes An excuse for so much writ upon my Verses COndemne me not for making such a coyle About my Book alas it is my Childe Just like a Bird when her Young are in Nest Goes in and out and hops and takes no Rest But when their Young are fledg'd their heads out peep Lord what a chirping does the Old one keep So I for feare my Strengthlesse Childe should fall Against a doore or stoole aloud I call Bid have a care of such a dangerous place Thus write I much to hinder all disgrace POEMS Nature calls a Councell which was Motion Figure matter and Life to advise about making the World WHen Nature first this World she did create She cal'd a Counsell how the same might make Motion was first who had a subtle wit And then came Life and Forme and Matter fit First Nature spake my Friends if we agree We can and may do a sine worke said she Make some things to adore us worship give Which now we only to our selves do live Besides it is my nature things to make To give out worke and you directions take And by this worke a pleasure take therein And breed the Fates in huswifery to spin And make strong Destiny to take some paines Least she growe idle let her Linke some Chaines Inconstancy and Fortune turne a Wheele Both ' are so wanton cannot stand but reele And Moisture let her poure out Water forth And Heat let her suck out and raise up growth And let sharp Cold stay things that run about And Drought stop holes to keepe the water out 〈◊〉 and Darknesse they will domineere If Motions power make not Light appeare Produce a Light that all the World may see My only Childe from all Eternitie Beauty my Love my Joy and deare delight Else Darknesse rude will cover her with spight Alas said Motion all paines I can take Will do no good Matter a Braine must make Figure must draw a Circle round and small Where in the midst must stand a Glassy Ball Without Convexe the inside a Concave And in the midst a round small hole must have That Species may passe and repasse through Life the Prospective every thing to view Alas said Life what ever we do make Death my great Enemy will from us take And who can hinder his strong mighty power He with his cruelty doth all devoure And Time his Agent brings all to decay Thus neither Death nor Time will you obey He cares for none of your commands nor will Obey your Lawes but doth what likes him still He knowes his power far exceedeth ours For whatso'ere we make he soone devours Let me advise you never take such paines A World to make since Death hath all the gaines Figures opinion did agree with Life For Death said she will fill the World with strife What Forme soever I do turne into Death findes me out that Forme he doth undoe Then Motion spake none hath such cause as I For to complaine for Death makes Motion dye 'T is best to let alone this worke I thinke Saies Matter Death corrupts and makes me stinke Saies Nature I am of another minde If we let Death alone we soone shall finde He wars will make and raise a mighty power If we divert him not may us devoure He is ambitious will in triumph sit Envies my workes and seekes my State to get And Fates though they upon great Life attend Yet feare they Death and dare not him offend Though Two be true and spin as Life them bids The Third is false and cuts short the long threads Let us agree for feare we should do worse And make some worke for to
Senses all do take delight Yet you upon my Entrals alwaies bite My flesh cate up that all my bones are bare With the sharpe Teeth of Sorrow Griefe and Care Drawes out my Blood from Veines with envious spight Decaies my Strength with shame or extreame fright With Love extreamly sicke I lye With cruell hate you make me dye Mind Care keeps you from all hurt or falling low Sorrow and Griefe are Debts to Friends we owe. Feare makes man just to give each one his owne Shame makes Civility without there 's none Hate makes good Lawes that all may live in Peace Love brings Society and gets Increase Besides with Joy I make the Eyes looke gay With pleasing Smiles they dart forth every way With Mirth the Cheeks are fat smooth Rosie-red Your Speech flowes Wit when Fancies fill the Head If I were gone you 'ld misse my Company Wish we were joyn'd againe or you might dye A Complaint of VVater Earth and Aire against the Sun by way of Dialogue Moisture to Earth THere 's none hath such an Enemy as I The Sun doth drinke me up when he 's a dry He sucks me out of every hole I lye Drawes me up high from whence I downe do fall In Showers of Raine am broke in peeces small Where I am forc'd to Earth for helpe to call Strait Earth her Porous doors sets open wide And takes me in with hast on every side Then joynes my Limbs fast in a slowing Tide Earth to Moisture Alas Deare Friend the Sun my greatest Fee My tender Buds he blast as they do grow He burnes my Face and makes it 〈◊〉 and dry He sucks my Breast which starves my Young thereby Thus I and all my Young for thirst were slaine But that with Wet you fill my 〈◊〉 againe Aire to Earth and Moisture The Sun doth use me ill as all the rest For his hot Soultry heats do me molest Melts me into a thin and slowing Flame To make him light when men it Day do name Corrupts me makes me full of 〈◊〉 soares Which Putresaction on mens Bodies poures Or else the subtle Flame into mens Spirits run Which makes them raging or starke mad become Drawes me into a length and breadth till I Become so thin with windy wings do flye Never can leave till all my Spirits spent And then I dye and leave no Monument The Sun to 〈◊〉 O most unkind and most ungratefull Earth I am thy Mid-wife brings your Young to Birth I with my heat do cause your Young to grow And with my light I teach them how to go My Sun-Bcames are Strings whereon to hold For feare they fall and breake their Limbs on Cold. All to Maturity I do bring and give Youth Beauty Strength and make Old Age to live The Sun to 〈◊〉 ' ater Sluggish Moisture I active and light make All grosse and corrupt I Humours away take All Superfluity I dry up cleane That nothing but pure Christall water 's seen The hard-bound Cold I loosen and unty When you in Icy Chaines a Prisoner lye With 〈◊〉 your Limbs are nipt and bit with Cold Your smooth and glassie Face makes wrinkled Old I make you nimble soft and faire And Liquid Nourishing and Debonaire The Sun to Aire Aire I purge and make it cleere and bright Black Clouds dissolve which make the Day seem Night The crude raw Vapours I digest and straine The thicker part all into Showers of Raine The thinnest part I turne all into Winds Which like a Broome sweeps out all Dirt it findes The cleerest part turne into Azure Skie Hang'd all with Stars and next the Gods you lye A Dialogue between Earth and Cold. Earth O Cruell Cold to life an Enemy A Misery to Man and Posterity Most envious Cold to Stupifie Mens Braine Destroies that Monarchy where Wit should reigne Tyrant thou art to bind the Waters clear In Chaines of Ice lye fetter'd halfe the yeare Imprisons every thing that dwels in me Shutting my Porous doors no Light can see And smothered am almost up to death Each hole is stopt so close can take no breath Congeales the Aire to massie Clouds of Snow Like Mountaines great they on my Body throw And all my Plants and strong great fruit 〈◊〉 Trees You nip to death or cloath them in course Freeze My fresh green Robes which 〈◊〉 me fine and gay You strip me of or change to black or gray For feare of Cold my Moisture shrinks so low My Head weares bald no 〈◊〉 thereon will grow And breakes the Suns bright 〈◊〉 their heat destroy Which takes away my comfort and my joy And makes my Body stiff so deadly numb'd That in my Veines nothing will fluent run Cold. Why do you thus complaine poore Earth and grieve I give you strength and make you long to live I do refresh you from the Scorching Sun I give you breath which makes you strong become I cloath you from the Cold with Milke-white Snow Send downe your Sap to nourish you below For if that heat should dwell and long time stay His Thirst would drinke your Moisture all away I take nought from you nor do make you poore But like a Husband good do keepe your Store My Ice are Locks and Barrs all safe to keepe From Busie Motion gives you quiet sleepe For heat is active and doth you molest Doth make you worke and never let you rest Heat spends your Spirits makes you crackt and dry Drinkes all him selfe with Thirst you almost dye With Sweating Labour you grow weake and faint I wonder why you make such great complaint Earth Both Heat and Cold in each extreame Degree Two Hells they are though contrary they be Two Devils are torment me with great paines One shoots hot Arrowes th' other ties in Chaines A Dialogue betwixt Earth and Darknesse Earth OHorrid Darknesse and you powers of Night Melancholy Shades made by obstructed Lights Why so Cruell what Evil have I done To part me from my Husband the bright Sun Darknesse I do not part you he me hither sends Whilst Hee rides about to visit all his Friends Besides 〈◊〉 hath more Wives to love then you He never constant is to one nor true Earth You do him wrong for though he Journies make For Exercise he care for me doth take He leaves his Stars and 's Sister in his place To comfort me whilst 〈◊〉 doth run his Race But you do come most wicked 〈◊〉 Night And rob me of that faire and Silver Light Darknesse The Moon and Stars they are but shadowes thin Small Cob-web Lawne they from his Light do spin Which they in scorned do make you to disgrace As a thin Vaile to cover your Ill Face For Moon or Stars have no strong Lights to shew A Colour true nor how you bud or grow Onely some Ghosts do rise and take delight To walke about when that the Moon shines bright Earth Your are deceiv'd they cast no such Disguise Strive me to please by twinkling in the Skies And
dwell VVisedome knowes you talk more then fight right well Besides great Courage takes me by the hand That whilst he fights I close by him may stand I Patience want not Sense Misfortunes t'espie Although I silent am and do not cry Ill Accidents and Griefe I strive to cure What cannot help with Courage I indure Whilst you do vex your selfe with grievous Paines And nothing but Disturbance is your Gaines Let me give counsell Anger take 't not ill That I do offer you my Patience still For you in danger live still all your life And 〈◊〉 do when you are hot in Strife A Dialogue between a Bountifull Knight and a Castle ruin'd in VVar. Knight ALas poore Castle how thou now art chang'd From thy first Form to me thou dost seem strange I left thee Comely and in perfect health Now thou art wither'd and decayed in VVealth Castle O Noble Sir I from your Stock was rais'd Flourished in plenty and by all Men prais'd For your Most Valiant Father did me build Your Brother furnish'd me my Neck did gild And Towers on my Head like Crownes were plac'd Like to a Girdle Walls went round my Waste And on this pleasant Hill he set me high Viewing the Vales below as they did lye Where every Feild like Gardens is inclos'd Where fresh green Grasse and yellow Cowslips grow'd There did I see fat Sheep in Pastures go Hearing the Cowes whose bags were full to low By Wars am now destroy'd all Right 's o'repowr'd Beauty and Innocency are devoured Before these Wars I was in my full Prime And thought the greatest Beauty in my time But Noble Sir since I did see you last Within me hath a Garrison been plac'd Their Gunnes and Pistols all about me hung And in despight their Bullets at me flung Which through my Sides they passages made out Flung downe my Walls that circl'd me about And let my Rubbish on huge heapes to lye With Dust am choackt for want of VVater dry For those small Leaden Pipes which winding lay Under the ground the water to convey Were all cut off the water murmuring Run back with Griefe to tell it to the Spring My Windowes all are broke the wind blowes in With Cold I shake with Agues shivering O pity me deare Sir release my Band Or let me dye by your most Noble hand Knight Alas poore Castle I small help can bring Yet shall my Heart supply the former Spring From whence the water of fresh teares shall rise To quench thy Drought will spout them from mine Eyes That Wealth I have for to release thy woe Will offer for a Rausome to thy Foe Thy Health recover and to build thy Wall I have not Meanes enough to do 't withall Had I the Art no paines that I would spare For what is broken downe I would repaire Castle Most Noble Sir you that me Freedome give May your great Name in after Ages live For this your Bounty may the Gods requite And keep you from such Enemies of Spight And may great Fame your Praises sound aloud Gods give me life to shew my Gratitude A Dialogue betwixt Peace and VVar. Peace WAR makes the Vulgar Multitude to drink In at the Eare the foule and muddy Sinck Of Factious Tales by which they dizzy grow That the cleare sight of Truth they do not know And reeling stand know not what way to take But when they chuse 't is wrong so a War make War Thou Flattering Peace and most unjust which drawes The Vulgar by thy Rhet'rick to hard Lawes Which makes them silly Ones content to be To take up Voluntary Slavery And mak'st great Inequalities beside Some like to Asses beare others on Horsback ride Peace O VVar thou cruell Enemy to Life Vnquieted Neighbour breeding alwaies Strife Tyrant thou art to Rest will give no time And Blessed Peace thou punishest as a Crime Factions thou mak'st in every Publick-weale From Bonds of Friendship tak'st off Wax and Seale On Naturall Affections thou dost make A Massacre that hardly one can ' scape The Root of all Religion thou pull'st up And every Branch of Ceremony cut Civill Society is turn'd to Manners base No Lawes or Customes can by thee get place Each Mind within it selfe cannot agree But all do strive for Superiority In the whole World dost such disturbance make To save themselves none knowes what waies to take War O Peace thou idle Drone which lov'st to dwell If it but keep the safe in a poore Cell Thy Life thou sleep'st away Thoughts lazy lye Sloath buries Fame makes all great Actions dye Peace J am the Bed of Rest and Couch of Ease My Conversation doth all Creatures please I the Parent of Learning am and Arts Nurse to Religion and Comfort to all Hearts I am the Guardian which keepes Vertue safe Under my Roose security shee hath I am adorn'd with Pastimes and with Sports Each severall Creature still to me resorts War I a great Schoole am where all may grow wise For Prudent Wisdome in Experience lyes And am a Theater to all Noble Minds A Mint of true Honour that Valour still co ines I am a high Throne for Valour to sit And a great Court where all Fame may get I am a large Feild where doth Ambition run Courage still seekes me though Cowards me shun MORAL DISCOURSES A Discourse of Love the Parent of Passions NO Mind can think or Vnderstanding know To what a Height and Vastnesse Love can grow Love as a God all Passions doth create Besides it selfe and those determinate Bowing downe low devoutly prayeth Feare Sadnesse and Griefe Loves heavie burthens beare Anger Rage makes Envie Spleene and Spight Like Thunder roares and in Loves quarrels fight Jealousie Loves 〈◊〉 is t'espie And Doubt its Guide to search where'ts Foe doth lye Pity Loves Child whose Eyes Teares overflow On every Object Misery can shew Hate is Loves Champion which opposeth all Loves Enemies their Ruine and their Fall A Discourse of Love neglected burnt up with Griefe LOve is the Cause and Hate is the Effect Which is produc'd when Love doth find Neglect For Love as Fire doth on Fuell burne And Griefe as Coles when quench'd to Blacknesse turne Thence pale and Melancholy Ashes grow Which every Wind though weak dispersing blow For Life and Strength from it is gone and past With th' Species which caus'd the Forme to last Which nere regaine the Form it had at first So Love is lost in Melancholy dust A Discourse of Pride WHat Creature in the VVorld besides Man-kind That can such Arts and new Inventions find Or hath such Fancy as to Similize Or that can rule or governe as the VVise And by his VVit he can his Mind indite As Numbers set and subtle Letters write What Creature else but 〈◊〉 can speak true sense At distance give and take Intelligence What Creature else by Reason can abate All Passions raise Doubts Hopes Love and Hate And can so many Countenances shew They are the ground by