001.00A.HE2 Satyre I.
001.00A.001 Away thou fondling motley humorist,
001.00A.002 Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,
001.00A.003 Consorted with these few bookes, let me lye
001.00A.004 In prison, and here be coffin'd, when I dye;
001.00A.005 Here are Gods conduits; grave Divines, and here
001.00A.006 Natures Secretary, the Philosopher.
001.00A.007 And jolly Statesmen, which teach how to tie
001.00A.008 The sinewes of a cities mistique bodie;
001.00A.009 Here gathering Chroniclers, and by them stand
001.00A.010 Giddie fantastique Poets of each land.
001.00A.011 Shall I leave all this constant company,
001.00A.012 And follow headlong, wild uncertaine thee?
001.00A.013 First sweare by thy best love in earnest
001.00A.014 (If thou which lov'st all, canst love any best)
001.00A.015 Thou wilt not leave mee in the middle street,
001.00A.016 Though some more spruce companion thou dost meet,
001.00A.017 Not though a Captaine do come in thy way
001.00A.018 Bright parcell gilt, with forty dead mens pay,
001.00A.019 Not though a briske perfum'd piert Courtier
001.00A.020 Deigne with a nod, thy courtesie to answer.
001.00A.021 Nor come a velvet Justice with a long
001.00A.022 Great traine of blew coats, twelve, or fourteen strong,
001.00A.023 Wilt thou grin or fawne on him, or prepare
001.00A.024 A speech to Court his beautious sonne and heire?
001.00A.025 For better or worse take mee, or leave mee:
001.00A.026 To take, and leave mee is adultery.
001.00A.027 Oh monstrous, superstitious puritan,
001.00A.028 Of refin'd manners, yet ceremoniall man,
001.00A.029 That when thou meet'st one, with enquiring eyes
001.00A.030 Dost search, and like a needy broker prize
001.00A.031 The silke, and gold he weares, and to that rate
001.00A.032 So high or low, dost raise thy formall hat:
001.00A.033 That wilt consort none, untill thou have knowne
001.00A.034 What lands hee hath in hope, or of his owne,
001.00A.035 As though all thy companions should make thee
001.00A.036 Jointures, and marry thy deare company.
001.00A.037 Why should'st thou that dost not onely approve,
001.00A.038 But in ranke itchie lust, desire, and love
001.00A.039 The nakednesse and barrennesse to enjoy,
001.00A.040 Of thy plumpe muddy whore, or prostitute boy
001.00A.041 Hate vertue, though shee be naked, and bare:
001.00A.042 At birth, and death, our bodies naked are;
001.00A.043 And till our Soules be unapparrelled
001.00A.044 Of bodies, they from blisse are banished.
001.00A.045 Mans first blest state was naked, when by sinne
001.00A.046 Hee lost that, yet hee was cloath'd but in beasts skin,
001.00A.047 And in this course attire, which I now weare
001.00A.048 With God, and with the Muses I conferre.
001.00A.049 But since thou like a contrite penitent,
001.00A.050 Charitably warn'd of thy sinnes, dost repent
001.00A.051 These vanities, and giddinesses, loe
001.00A.052 I shut my chamber doore, and come, lets goe,
001.00A.053 But sooner may a cheape whore, who hath beene
001.00A.054 Worne by as many severall men in sinne,
001.00A.055 As are black feathers, or musk-colour hose,
001.00A.056 Name her childs right true father, 'mongst all those:
001.00A.057 Sooner may one guesse, who shall beare away
001.00A.058 The infant of London, Heire to an India,
001.00A.059 And sooner may a gulling weather-Spie
001.00A.060 By drawing forth heavens Sceanes tell certainly
001.00A.061 What fashioned hats, or ruffes, or suits next yeare
001.00A.062 Our subtile wittied antique youths will weare;
001.00A.063 Then thou, when thou depart'st from mee, can show
001.00A.064 Whither, why, when, or with whom thou wouldst go.
001.00A.065 But how shall I be pardon'd my offence
001.00A.066 That thus have sinn'd against my conscience.
001.00A.067 Now we are in the street; He first of all
001.00A.068 Improvidently proud, creepes to the wall,
001.00A.069 And so imprisoned, and hem'd in by mee
001.00A.070 Sells for a little state high libertie,
001.00A.071 Yet though he cannot skip forth now to greet
001.00A.072 Every fine silken painted foole we meet,
001.00A.073 He then to him with amorous smiles allures,
001.00A.074 And grins, smacks, shrugs, and such an itch endures,
001.00A.075 As prentises, or schoole-boyes which doe know
001.00A.076 Of some gay sport abroad, yet dare not goe.
001.00A.077 And as fidlers stop lowest, at highest sound,
001.00A.078 So to the most brave, stoopt hee nigh'st the ground.
001.00A.079 But to a grave man, he doth move no more
001.00A.080 Then the wise politique horse would heretofore,
001.00B.081 Or thou ô Elephant, or Ape wilt doe,
001.00B.082 When any names the King of Spaine to you.
001.00A.083 Now leaps he upright, Joggs me, & cryes, Do you see
001.00A.084 Yonder well favoured youth? Which? Oh, 'tis hee [CW: And]
001.00A.085 That dances so divinely; Oh, said I,
001.00A.086 Stand still, must you dance here for company?
001.00A.087 Hee droopt, wee went, till one (which did excell
001.00A.088 Th'Indians, in drinking his Tobacco well)
001.00A.089 Met us, they talk'd; I whispered, let us goe,
001.00A.090 'T may be you smell him not, truely I doe;
001.00A.091 He heares not mee, but, on the other side
001.00A.092 A many-coloured Peacock having spide,
001.00A.093 Leaves him and mee; I for my lost sheep stay;
001.00A.094 He followes, overtakes, goes on the way,
001.00A.095 Saying, him whom I last left, s'all repute
001.00A.096 For his device, in hansoming a sute,
001.00A.097 To judge of lace, pinke, panes, print, cut, and plight,
001.00A.098 Of all the Court, to have the best conceit;
001.00A.099 Our dull Comedians want him, let him goe;
001.00A.100 But Oh, God strengthen thee, why stoop'st thou so?
001.00A.101 Why, he hath travailed long? no, but to me
001.00A.102 Which understand none, he doth seeme to be
001.00A.103 Perfect French, and Italian; I replyed,
001.00A.104 So is the Poxe; He answered not, but spy'd
001.00A.105 More men of sort, of parts, and qualities;
001.00A.106 At last his Love he in a windowe spies,
001.00A.107 And like light dew exhal'd, he flings from mee
001.00A.108 Violently ravish'd to his liberty;
001.00A.109 Many were there, he could command no more;
001.00A.110 Hee quarrell'd, fought, bled; and turn'd out of dore
001.00A.111 Directly came to mee hanging the head,
001.00A.112 And constantly a while must keepe his bed. [CW: Satyre]
002.00A.0HE Satyre II.
002.00A.001 Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hate
002.00A.002 Perfectly all this towne, yet there's one state
002.00A.003 In all ill things so excellently best,
002.00A.004 That hate, toward them, breeds pitty towards the rest;
002.00A.005 Though Poetry indeed be such a sinne
002.00A.006 As I thinke that brings dearth, and Spaniards in,
002.00A.007 Though like the Pestilence and old fashion'd love,
002.00A.008 Ridlingly it catch men; and doth remove
002.00A.009 Never, till it be sterv'd out; yet their state
002.00A.010 Is poore, disarm'd, like Papists, not worth hate:
002.00A.011 One, (like a wretch, which at Barre judg'd as dead,
002.00A.012 Yet prompts him which stands next, and cannot reade,
002.00A.013 And saves his life) gives ideot actors meanes
002.00A.014 (Starving himselfe) to live by his labor'd sceanes.
002.00A.015 As in some Organ, Puppits dance above
002.00A.016 And bellows pant below, which them do move.
002.00A.017 One would move Love by rithmes; but witchchrafts charms
002.00A.018 Bring not now their old feares, nor their old harmes.
002.00A.019 Rammes, and slings now are seely battery,
002.00A.020 Pistolets are the best Artillerie.
002.00A.021 And they who write to Lords, rewards to get,
002.00A.022 Are they not like singers at doores for meat?
002.00A.023 And they who write, because all write, have still
002.00A.024 That excuse for writing, and for writing ill;
002.00A.025 But hee is worst, who (beggarly) doth chaw
002.00A.026 Others wits fruits, and in his ravenous maw
002.00A.027 Rankly digested, doth those things out-spue,
002.00A.028 As his owne things; and they are his owne,'tis true,
002.00A.029 For if one eate my meate, though it be knowne
002.00A.030 The meate was mine, th'excrement is his owne:
002.00A.031 But these do mee no harme, nor they which use
002.00A.032 To out-doe Dildoes; and out-usure Jewes;
002.00A.033 To out-drinke the sea, to out-sweare the Letanie
002.00A.034 Who with sinnes of all kindes as familiar bee
002.00A.035 As Confessors; and for whose sinfull sake
002.00A.036 Schoolemen, new tenements in hell must make:
002.00A.037 Whose strange sinnes, Canonists could hardly tell
002.00A.038 In which Commandements large receit they dwell.
002.00A.039 But these punish themselves; the insolence
002.00A.040 Of Coscus onely breeds my just offence,
002.00A.041 Whom time (which rots all, and makes botches poxe,
002.00A.042 And plodding on, must make a calfe an oxe)
002.00A.043 Hath made a Lawyer; which was alas of late
002.00A.044 But scarce a Poet, jollier of this state,
002.00A.045 Then are new benefic'd ministers, he throwes
002.00A.046 Like nets, or lime-twigs, wheresoever he goes,
002.00A.047 His title of Barrister, on every wench,
002.00A.048 And wooes in language of the Pleas, and Bench:
002.00A.049 A motion, Lady, Speake Coscus; I have beene
002.00A.050 In love, ever since tricesimo of the Queene,
002.00A.051 Continuall claimes I have made, injunctions got
002.00A.052 To stay my rivals suit, that hee should not
002.00A.053 Proceed, spare mee; In Hillary terme I went,
002.00A.054 You said, If I Returne next size in Lent,
002.00A.055 I should be in remitter of your grace;
002.00A.056 In th'interim my letters should take place
002.00A.057 Of affidavits: words, words, which would teare
002.00A.058 The tender labyrinth of a soft maids eare.
002.00A.059 More, more, then ten Sclavonians scolding, more
002.00A.060 Then when winds in our ruin'd Abbeyes rore;
002.00A.061 When sicke with Poetrie, and possest with muse
002.00A.062 Thou wast, and mad, I hop'd; but men which chuse
002.00A.063 Law practise for meere gaine; bold soule repute
002.00A.064 Worse then imbrothel'd strumpets prostitute.
002.00A.065 Now like an owlelike watchman, hee must walke
002.00A.066 His hand still at a bill, now he must talke
002.00A.067 Idly, like prisoners, which whole months will sweare
002.00A.068 That onely suretiship hath brought them there,
002.00B.069 And to every suitor lye in every thing,
002.00B.070 Like a Kings favorite, or like a King.
002.00A.071 Like a wedge in a blocke, wring to the barre,
002.00A.072 Bearing like Asses, and more shamelesse farre
002.00A.073 Then carted whores, lye, to the grave Judge; for
002.00B.074 Bastardy abounds not in Kings titles, nor
002.00B.075 Symonie and Sodomy in Churchmens lives,
002.00A.076 As these things do in him; by these he thrives.
002.00A.077 Shortly (as the sea) hee will compasse all the land;
002.00A.078 From Scots, to Wight; from Mount, to Dover strand.
002.00A.079 And spying heires melting with luxurie,
002.00A.080 Satan will not joy at their sinnes, as hee.
002.00A.081 For as a thrifty wench scrapes kitching-stuffe,
002.00A.082 And barrelling the droppings, and the snuffe,
002.00A.083 Of wasting candles, which in thirty yeare
002.00A.084 (Reliquely kept) perchance buyes wedding geare;
002.00A.085 Peecemeale he gets lands, and spends as much time
002.00A.086 Wringing each Acre, as men pulling prime.
002.00A.087 In parchment then, large as his fields, hee drawes
002.00A.088 Assurances, bigge, as gloss'd civill lawes,
002.00A.089 So huge, that men (in our times forwardnesse)
002.00A.090 Are Fathers of the Church for writing lesse.
002.00A.091 These hee writes not; nor for these written payes,
002.00A.092 Therefore spares no length; as in those first dayes
002.00A.093 When Luther was profest, He did desire
002.00A.094 Short Pater nosters, saying as a Fryer
002.00A.095 Each day his beads, but having left those lawes,
002.00A.096 Addes to Christs prayer, the Power and glory clause.
002.00A.097 But when he sells or changes land, he'impaires
002.00A.098 His writings, and (unwatch'd) leaves out, ses heires
002.00A.099 As slily as any Commenter goes by,
002.00A.100 Hard words, or sense; or in Divinity
002.00A.101 As controverters, in vouch'd Texts, leave out
002.00A.102 Shrewd words, which might against them cleare the doubt:
002.00A.103 Where are those spred woods which cloth'd hertofore
002.00A.104 Those bought lands? not built, nor burnt within dore.
002.00A.105 Where's th'old landlords troops, & almes, great hals?
002.00A.106 Carthusian fasts, and fulsome Bachanalls
002.00A.107 Equally I hate, meanes blesse; in rich mens homes
002.00A.108 I bid kill some beasts, but no Hecatombs,
002.00A.109 None starve, none surfet so; But (Oh) we allow,
002.00A.110 Good workes as good, but out of fashion now,
002.00A.111 Like old rich wardrops; but my words none drawes
002.00A.112 Within the vast reach of th'huge statute lawes.
003.00A.0HE Satyre III.
003.00A.001 Kinde pitty chokes my spleene; brave scorn forbids
003.00A.002 Those teares to issue which swell my eye-lids,
003.00A.003 I must not laugh, nor weepe sinnes, and be wise,
003.00A.004 Can railing then cure these worne maladies?
003.00A.005 Is not our Mistresse faire Religion,
003.00A.006 As worthy of all our Soules devotion,
003.00A.007 As vertue was in the first blinded age?
003.00A.008 Are not heavens joyes as valiant to asswage
003.00A.009 Lusts, as earths honour was to them? Alas,
003.00A.010 As wee do them in meanes, shall they surpasse
003.00A.011 Us in the end, and shall thy fathers spirit
003.00A.012 Meete blinde Philosophers in heaven, whose merit
003.00A.013 Of strict life may be imputed faith, and heare
003.00A.014 Thee, whom hee taught so easie wayes and neare
003.00A.015 To follow, damn'd? O if thou dar'st, feare this.
003.00A.016 This feare great courage, and high valour is;
003.00A.017 Dar'st thou ayd mutinous Dutch, and dar'st thou lay
003.00A.018 Thee in ships woodden Sepulchers, a prey
003.00A.019 To leaders rage, to stormes, to shot, to dearth?
003.00A.020 Dar'st thou dive seas, and dungeons of the earth?
003.00A.021 Hast thou couragious fire to thaw the ice
003.00A.022 Of frozen North discoueries, and thrise
003.00A.023 Colder then Salamanders? like divine
003.00A.024 Children in th'oven, fires of Spaine, and the line,
003.00A.025 Whose countries limbecks to our bodies bee,
003.00A.026 Canst thou for gaine beare? and must every hee
003.00A.027 Which cryes not, Goddesse, to thy Mistresse, draw,
003.00A.028 Or eate thy poysonous words, courage of straw!
003.00A.029 O desperate coward, wilt thou seeme bold, and
003.00A.030 To thy foes and his (who made thee to stand
003.00A.031 Sentinell in his worlds garrison) thus yeeld,
003.00A.032 And for forbidden warres, leave th'appointed field?
003.00A.033 Know thy foe, the foule devill h'is, whom thou
003.00A.034 Strivest to please: for hate, not love, would allow
003.00A.035 Thee faine, his whole Realme to be quit; and as
003.00A.036 The worlds all parts wither away and passe,
003.00A.037 So the worlds selfe, thy other lov'd foe, is
003.00A.038 In her decrepit wayne, and thou loving this,
003.00A.039 Dost love a withered and worne strumpet; last,
003.00A.040 Flesh (it selfe death) and joyes which flesh can taste,
003.00A.041 Thou lovest; and thy faire goodly soule, which doth
003.00A.042 Give this flesh power to taste joy, thou dost loath;
003.00A.043 Seeke true religion. O where? Mirreus
003.00A.044 Thinking her unhous'd her, and fled from us,
003.00A.045 Seekes her at Rome, there, because hee doth know
003.00A.046 That shee was there a thousand yeares agoe,
003.00A.047 He loves the ragges so, as wee here obey
003.00A.048 The statecloth where the Prince sate yesterday.
003.00A.049 Crants to such brave Loves will not be inthrall'd,
003.00A.050 But loves her onely, who at Geneva is call'd
003.00A.051 Religion, plaine, simple, sullen, yong,
003.00A.052 Contemptuous, yet unhansome. As among
003.00A.053 Lecherous humors, there is one that judges
003.00A.054 No wenches wholsome, but course country drudges:
003.00A.055 Graius stayes still at home here, and because
003.00A.056 Some Preachers, vile ambitious bauds, and lawes
003.00A.057 Still new like fashions, bids him thinke that shee
003.00A.058 Which dwels with us, is onely perfect, hee
003.00A.059 Imbraceth her, whom his Godfathers will
003.00A.060 Tender to him, being tender, as Wards still
003.00A.061 Take such wives as their Guardians offer, or
003.00A.062 Pay valewes. Carelesse Phrygius doth abhorre
003.00A.063 All, because all cannot be good, as one
003.00A.064 Knowing some women whores, dares marry none.
003.00A.065 Graccus loves all as one, and thinkes that so
003.00A.066 As women do in divers countries goe
003.00A.067 In divers habits, yet are still one kinde;
003.00A.068 So doth, so is Religion; and this blind-
003.00A.069 nesse too much light breeds; but unmoved thou
003.00A.070 Of force must one, and forc'd but one allow;
003.00A.071 And the right; aske thy father which is shee,
003.00A.072 Let him aske his; though truth and falshood bee
003.00A.073 Neare twins, yet truth a little elder is;
003.00A.074 Be busie to seeke her, beleeve mee this,
003.00A.075 Hee's not of none, nor worst, that seekes the best.
003.00A.076 To adore, or scorne an image, or protest,
003.00A.077 May all be bad; doubt wisely, in strange way
003.00A.078 To stand inquiring right, is not to stray;
003.00A.079 To sleepe, or runne wrong, is: on a huge hill,
003.00A.080 Cragg'd, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will
003.00A.081 Reach her, about must, and about must goe;
003.00A.082 And what the hills suddennes resists, winne so;
003.00A.083 Yet strive so, that before age, deaths twilight,
003.00A.084 Thy Soule rest, for none can worke in that night,
003.00A.085 To will, implyes delay, therefore now doe
003.00A.086 Hard deeds, the bodies paines; hard knowledge to
003.00A.087 The mindes indeavours reach, and mysteries
003.00A.088 Are like the Sunne, dazling, yet plaine to all eyes;
003.00A.089 Keepe the truth which thou hast found; men do not stand
003.00A.090 In so ill case, that God hath with his hand
003.00A.091 Sign'd Kings blanck-charters to kill whom they hate,
003.00A.092 Nor are they Vicars, but hangmen to Fate.
003.00A.093 Foole and wretch, wilt thou let thy Soule be tyed
003.00A.094 To mans lawes, by which she shall not be tryed
003.00A.095 At the last day? Will it then boot thee
003.00A.096 To say a Philip, or a Gregory,
003.00A.097 A Harry, or a Martin taught thee this?
003.00A.098 Is not this excuse for mere contraries,
003.00A.099 Equally strong cannot both sides say so?
003.00A.100 That thou mayest rightly obey power, her bounds know;
003.00A.101 Those past, her nature, & name is chang'd to be,
003.00A.102 Then humble to her is idolatrie;
003.00A.103 As streames are, Power is, those blest flowers that dwell
003.00A.104 At the rough streames calme head, thrive and do well,
003.00A.105 But having left their roots, and themselves given
003.00A.106 To the streames tyrannous rage, alas are driven
003.00A.107 Through mills, & rockes, & woods, and at last, almost
003.00A.108 Consum'd in going, in the sea are lost:
003.00A.109 So perish Soules, which more chuse mens unjust
003.00A.110 Power from God claym'd, then God himselfe to trust.
004.00A.0HE Satyre IIII.
004.00A.001 Well; I may now receive, and die; My sinne
004.00A.002 Indeed is great, but I have beene in
004.00A.003 A Purgatorie, such as fear'd hell is
004.00A.004 A recreation, and scant map of this.
004.00A.005 My minde, neither with prides itch, nor yet hath been
004.00A.006 Poyson'd with love to see, or to bee seene,
004.00A.007 I had no suit there, nor new suite to shew,
004.00A.008 Yet went to Court; But as Glaze which did goe
004.00A.009 To Masse in jest, catch'd, was faine to disburse
004.00A.010 The hundred markes, which is the Statutes curse;
004.00A.011 Before he scapt, So'it pleas'd my destinie
004.00A.012 (Guilty of my sin of going,) to thinke me
004.00A.013 As prone to all ill, and of good as forget-
004.00A.014 full, as proud, as lustfull, and as much in debt,
004.00A.015 As vaine, as witlesse, and as false as they
004.00A.016 Which dwell in Court, for once going that way.
004.00A.017 Therefore I suffered this; Towards me did runne
004.00A.018 A thing more strange, then on Niles slime, the Sunne
004.00A.019 E'r bred, or all which into Noahs Arke came:
004.00A.020 A thing, which would have pos'd Adam to name,
004.00A.021 Stranger then seaven Antiquaries studies,
004.00A.022 Then Africks Monsters, Guianaes rarities,
004.00A.023 Stranger then strangers; One, who for a Dane,
004.00A.024 In the Danes Massacre had sure beene slaine,
004.00A.025 If he had liv'd then; And without helpe dies,
004.00A.026 When next the Prentises 'gainst Strangers rise.
004.00A.027 One, whom the watch at noone lets scarce goe by,
004.00A.028 One, to whom, the examining Justice sure would cry,
004.00A.029 Sir, by your priesthood tell me what you are.
004.00A.030 His cloths were strange, though coarse; & black, though bare;
004.00A.031 Sleevelesse his jerkin was, and it had beene
004.00A.032 Velvet, but't was now (so much ground was seene)
004.00A.033 Become Tufftaffatie; and our children shall
004.00A.034 See it plaine Rashe awhile, then nought at all.
004.00A.035 This thing hath travail'd, and saith, speakes all tongues
004.00A.036 And only knoweth what to all States belongs,
004.00A.037 Made of th'Accents, and best phrase of all these,
004.00A.038 He speakes one language; If strange meats displease,
004.00A.039 Art can deceive, or hunger force my tast,
004.00A.040 But Pedants motley tongue, souldiers bumbast,
004.00A.041 Mountebankes drugtongue, nor the termes of law
004.00A.042 Are strong enough preparatives, to draw
004.00A.043 Me to beare this, yet I must be content
004.00A.044 With his tongue: in his tongue, call'd complement:
004.00A.045 In which he can win widdowes, and pay scores,
004.00A.046 Make men speake treason, cosen subtlest whores,
004.00A.047 Out-flatter favorites, or outlie either
004.00A.048 Jovius, or Surius, or both together.
004.00A.049 He names mee, and comes to mee; I whisper, God!
004.00A.050 How have I sinn'd, that thy wraths furious rod,
004.00A.051 This fellow chuseth me? He saith, Sir,
004.00A.052 I love your judgement; Whom doe you prefer,
004.00A.053 For the best linguist? And I seelily
004.00A.054 Said, that I thought Calepines Dictionarie;
004.00A.055 Nay, but of men, most sweet Sir. Beza then,
004.00A.056 Some Jesuites, and two reverend men
004.00A.057 Of our two Academies, I named; There
004.00A.058 He stopt mee, and said; Nay, your Apostles were
004.00A.059 Good pretty linguists, and so Panirge was;
004.00A.060 Yet a poore gentleman; All these may passe
004.00A.061 By travaile. Then, as if he would have sold
004.00A.062 His tongue, he praised it, and such words told
004.00A.063 That I was faine to say, If you 'had liv'd, Sir,
004.00A.064 Time enough to have beene Interpreter
004.00A.065 To Babells bricklayers, sure the Tower had stood.
004.00A.066 He adds, If of court life you knew the good,
004.00A.067 You would leave lonelinesse; I said, not alone
004.00A.068 My lonelinesse is, but Spartanes fashion,
004.00A.069 To teach by painting drunkards, doth not last
004.00A.070 Now; Aretines pictures have made few chast;
004.00A.071 No more can Princes courts, though there be few
004.00A.072 Better pictures of vice, teach me vertue;
004.00A.073 He, like to a high stretcht lute string squeakt, O Sir,
004.00A.074 'Tis sweet to talke of Kings. At Westminster,
004.00A.075 Said I, The man that keepes the Abbey tombes,
004.00A.076 And for his price doth with who ever comes,
004.00A.077 Of all our Harries, and our Edwards talke,
004.00A.078 From King to King and all their kin can walke:
004.00A.079 Your eares shall heare nought, but Kings; your eyes meet
004.00A.080 Kings only; The way to it, is Kingstreet.
004.00A.081 He smack'd, and cry'd, He's base, Mechanique, coarse,
004.00A.082 So are all your Englishmen in their discourse.
004.00A.083 Are not your Frenchmen neate? Fine, as you see,
004.00A.084 I have but one frenchman, looke, hee followes mee.
004.00A.085 Certes they are neatly cloth'd. I, of this minde am,
004.00A.086 Your only wearing is your Grogaram;
004.00A.087 Not so Sir, I have more. Under this pitch
004.00A.088 He would not flie; I chaff'd him; But as Itch
004.00A.089 Scratch'd into smart, and as blunt iron grown'd
004.00A.090 Into an edge, hurts worse: So, I foole found,
004.00A.091 Crossing hurt mee; To fit my sullennesse,
004.00A.092 He to another key, his stile doth addresse.
004.00A.093 And askes, what newes? I tell him of new playes.
004.00A.094 He takes my hand, and as a Still, which staies
004.00A.095 A Sembriefe, 'twixt each drop, he nigardly,
004.00A.096 As loth to enrich mee, so tells many a lie,
004.00A.097 More then ten Hollensheads, or Halls, or Stowes,
004.00A.098 Of triviall houshold trash; He knowes; He knowes
004.00A.099 When the Queene frown'd, or smil'd, and he knowes what
004.00A.100 A subtle States-man may gather of that;
004.00A.101 He knowes who loves; whom; and who by poyson
004.00A.102 Hasts to an Offices reversion;
004.00A.103 He knowes who 'hath sold his land, and now doth beg
004.00A.104 A licence, old iron, bootes, shooes, and egge-
004.00A.105 shels to transport; Shortly boyes shall not play
004.00A.106 At span-counter, or blow-point, but shall pay
004.00A.107 Toll to some Courtier; And wiser then all us,
004.00A.108 He knowes what Ladie is not painted; Thus
004.00A.109 He with home-meats tries me; I belch, spue, spit,
004.00A.110 Looke pale, and sickly, like a Patient; Yet
004.00A.111 He thrusts on more; And as if he 'undertooke
004.00A.112 To say Gallo-Belgicus without booke
004.00A.113 Speakes of all States, and deeds, that hath been since
004.00A.114 The Spaniards came, to the losse of Amyens.
004.00A.115 Like a bigge wife, at sight of loathed meat,
004.00A.116 Readie to travaile: So I sigh, and sweat
004.00A.117 To heare this Makeron talke in vaine: For yet,
004.00A.118 Either my humour, or his owne to fit,
004.00A.119 He like a priviledg'd spie, whom nothing can
004.00A.120 Discredit, Libells now 'gainst each great man.
004.00A.121 He names a price for every office paid;
004.00A.122 He saith, our warres thrive ill, because delai'd;
004.00A.123 That offices are entail'd, and that there are
004.00A.124 Perpetuities of them, lasting as farre
004.00A.125 As the last day; And that great officers,
004.00A.126 Doe with the Pirates share, and Dunkirkers.
004.00A.127 Who wasts in meat, in clothes, in horse, he notes;
004.00A.128 Who loves Whores, who boyes, and who goats.
004.00A.129 I more amas'd then Circes prisoners, when
004.00A.130 They felt themselves turne beasts, felt my selfe then
004.00A.131 Becomming Traytor, and mee thought I saw
004.00A.132 One of our Giant Statutes ope his jaw
004.00A.133 To sucke me in, for hearing him. I found
004.00B.134 That as burnt venome Leachers doe grow sound
004.00B.135 By giving others their soares, I might grow
004.0A/B136 Guilty, and he free: Therefore I did shew
004.00A.137 All signes of loathing; But since I am in,
004.00A.138 I must pay mine, and my forefathers sinne
004.00A.139 To the last farthing; Therefore to my power
004.00A.140 Toughly and stubbornly I beare this crosse; But the 'houre
004.00A.141 Of mercy now was come; He tries to bring
004.00A.142 Me to pay a fine to scape his torturing,
004.00A.143 And saies, Sir, can you spare me; I said, willingly;
004.00A.144 Nay, Sir, can you spare me a crowne? Thankfully I
004.00A.145 Gave it, as Ransome; But as fidlers, still,
004.00A.146 Though they be paid to be gone, yet needs will
004.00A.147 Thrust one more jigge upon you: so did hee
004.00A.148 With his long complementall thankes vexe me.
004.00A.149 But he is gone, thankes to his needy want,
004.00A.150 And the prerogative of my Crowne: Scant
004.00A.151 His thankes were ended, when I, (which did see
004.00A.152 All the court fill'd with more strange things then hee)
004.00A.153 Ran from thence with such or more hast, then one
004.00A.154 Who feares more actions, doth hast from prison;
004.00A.155 At home in wholesome solitarinesse
004.00A.156 My precious soule began, the wretchednesse
004.00A.157 Of suiters at court to mourne, and a trance
004.00A.158 Like his, who dreamt he saw hell, did advance
004.00A.159 It selfe on mee, Such men as he saw there,
004.00A.160 I saw at court, and worse, and more; Low feare
004.00A.161 Becomes the guiltie, not the accuser; Then,
004.00A.162 Shall I, nones slave, of high borne, or rais'd men
004.00A.163 Feare frownes? And, my Mistresse Truth, betray thee
004.00A.164 To huffing, braggart, puft Nobility.
004.00A.165 No, no, Thou which since yesterday hast beene
004.00A.166 Almost about the whole world, hast thou seene,
004.00A.167 O Sunne, in all thy journey, Vanitie,
004.00A.168 Such as swells the bladder of our court? I
004.00A.169 Thinke he which made your waxen garden, and
004.00A.170 Transported it from Italy to stand
004.00A.171 With us, at London, flouts our Presence, for
004.00A.172 Just such gay painted things, which no sappe, nor
004.00A.173 Tast have in them, ours are, And naturall
004.00A.174 Some of the stocks are, their fruits, bastard all.
004.00A.175 'Tis ten a clock and past; All whom the Mues,
004.00A.176 Baloune, Tennis, Dyet, or the stewes,
004.00A.177 Had all the morning held, now the second
004.00A.178 Time made ready, that day, in flocks, are found
004.00A.179 In the Presence, and I, (God pardon mee.)
004.00A.180 As fresh, and sweet their Apparrells be, as bee
004.00A.181 The fields they sold to buy them; For a King
004.00A.182 Those hose are, cry the flatterers; And bring
004.00A.183 Them next weeke to the Theatre to sell;
004.00A.184 Wants reach all states; Me seemes they doe as well
004.00A.185 At stage, as court; All are players, who e'r lookes
004.00A.186 (For themselves dare not goe) o'r Cheapside books,
004.00A.187 Shall finde their wardrops Inventory; Now,
004.00A.188 The Ladies come; As Pirats, which doe know
004.00A.189 That there came weak ships fraught with Cutchannel,
004.00A.190 The men board them; and praise, as they thinke, well,
004.00A.191 Their beauties; they the mens wits; Both are bought.
004.00A.192 Why good wits ne'r weare scarlet gownes, I thought
004.00A.193 This cause, These men, mens wits for speeches buy,
004.00A.194 And women buy all reds which scarlets die.
004.00A.195 He call'd her beauty limetwigs, her haire net.
004.00A.196 She feares her drugs ill laid, her haire loose set;
004.00A.197 Would not Heraclitus laugh to see Macrine,
004.00A.198 From hat, to shooe, himselfe at doore refine,
004.00A.199 As if the Presence were a Moschite, and lift
004.00A.200 His skirts and hose, and call his clothes to shrift,
004.00A.201 Making them confesse not only mortall
004.00A.202 Great staines and holes in them; but veniall
004.00A.203 Feathers and dust, wherewith they fornicate.
004.00A.204 And then by Durers rules survay the state
004.00A.205 Of his each limbe, and with strings the odds tries
004.00A.206 Of his neck to his legge, and wast to thighes.
004.00A.207 So in immaculate clothes, and Symetrie
004.00A.208 Perfect as circles, with such nicetie
004.00A.209 As a young Preacher at his first time goes
004.00A.210 To preach, he enters, and a Lady which owes
004.00A.211 Him not so much as good will, he arrests,
004.00A.212 And unto her protests protests protests
004.00A.213 So much as at Rome would serve to have throwne
004.00A.214 Ten Cardinalls into the Inquisition;
004.00A.215 And whisperd by Jesu, so often, that A
004.00A.216 Pursevant would have ravish'd him away
004.00A.217 For saying of our Ladies psalter; But 'tis fit
004.00A.218 That they each other plague, they merit it.
004.00A.219 But here comes Glorius that will plague them both,
004.00A.220 Who, in the other extreme, only doth
004.00A.221 Call a rough carelessenesse, good fashion;
004.00A.222 Whose cloak his spurres teare; whom he spits on
004.00A.223 He cares not, His ill words doe no harme
004.00A.224 To him; he rusheth in, as if arme, arme,
004.00A.225 He meant to crie; And though his face be as ill
004.00A.226 As theirs which in old hangings whip Christ, yet still
004.00A.227 He strives to looke worse, he keepes all in awe;
004.00A.228 Jeasts like a licenc'd foole, commands like law.
004.00A.229 Tyr'd, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd so
004.00A.230 As men from gaoles to 'execution goe,
004.00A.231 Goe through the great chamber (why is it hung
004.00A.232 With the seaven deadly sinnes) being among
004.00A.233 Those Askaparts, men big enough to throw
004.00A.234 Charing Crosse for a barre, men that doe know
004.00A.235 No token of worth, but Queenes man, and fine
004.00A.236 Living barrells of beefe, flaggons of wine.
004.00A.237 I shooke like a spyed Spie; Preachers which are
004.00A.238 Seas of Wits and Arts, you can, then dare,
004.00A.239 Drowne the sinnes of this place, for, for mee
004.00A.240 Which am but a scarce brooke, it enough shall bee
004.00A.241 To wash the staines away; though I yet
004.00A.242 With Macchabees modestie, the knowne merit
004.00A.243 Of my worke lessen: yet some wise man shall,
004.00A.244 I hope, esteeme my writs Canonicall.
005.00A.0HE Satyre V.
005.00A.001 Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor they
005.00A.002 Whom any pitty warmes; He which did lay
005.00A.003 Rules to make Courtiers, (hee being understood
005.00A.004 May make good Courtiers, but who Courtiers good?)
005.00A.005 Frees from the sting of jests all who in extreme
005.00A.006 Are wreched or wicked: of these two a theame
005.00A.007 Charity and liberty give me. What is hee
005.00A.008 Who Officers rage, and Suiters misery
005.00A.009 Can write, and jest? If all things be in all,
005.00A.010 As I thinke, since all, which were, are, and shall
005.00A.011 Bee, be made of the same elements:
005.00A.012 Each thing, each thing employes or represents,
005.00A.013 Then man is a world; in which, Officers,
005.00A.014 Are the vast ravishing seas; and Suiters,
005.00A.015 Springs; now full, now shallow, now drye; which, to
005.00A.016 That which drownes them, run: These selfe reasons do
005.00A.017 Prove the world a man, in which, officers
005.00A.018 Are the devouring stomacke, and Suiters
005.00A.019 The excrements, which they voyd; all men are dust,
005.00A.020 How much worse are Suiters, who to mens lust
005.00A.021 Are made preyes. O worse then dust, or wormes meat,
005.00A.022 For they do eate you now, whose selves wormes shall eate.
005.00A.023 They are the mills which grinde you, yet you are
005.00A.024 The winde which drives them; and a wastfull warre
005.00A.025 Is fought against you, and you fight it; they
005.00A.026 Adulterate lawe, and you prepare their way
005.00A.027 Like wittals, th'issue your owne ruine is;
005.00A.028 Greatest and fairest Empresse, know you this?
005.00A.029 Alas, no more then Thames calme head doth know
005.00A.030 Whose meades her armes drowne, or whose corne o'rflow.
005.00A.031 You Sir, whose righteousnes she loves, whom I
005.00A.032 By having leave to serve, am most richly
005.00A.033 For service paid, authorized, now beginne
005.00A.034 To know and weed out this enormous sinne.
005.00A.035 O Age of rusty iron! Some better wit
005.00A.036 Call it some worse name, if ought equall it;
005.00A.037 The iron Age that was, when justice was sold, now
005.00A.038 Injustice is sold deerer farre; allow
005.00A.039 All demands, fees, and duties; gamsters, anon
005.00A.040 The mony which you sweat, and sweare for, is gon
005.00A.041 Into other hands: So controverted lands
005.00A.042 Scape, like Angelica, the strivers hands.
005.00A.043 If Law be in the Judges heart, and hee
005.00A.044 Have no heart to resist letter, or fee,
005.00A.045 Where wilt thou appeale? powre of the Courts below
005.00A.046 Flow from the first maine head, and these can throw
005.00A.047 Thee, if they sucke thee in, to misery,
005.00A.048 To fetters, halters; But if the injury
005.00A.049 Steele thee to dare complaine; Alas, thou goest
005.00A.050 Against the stream, when upwards: when thou art most
005.00A.051 Heavy and most faint; and in these labours they,
005.00A.052 'Gainst whom thou should'st complaine, will in the way
005.00A.053 Become great seas, o'r which, when thou shalt bee
005.00A.054 Forc'd to make golden bridges, thou shalt see
005.00A.055 That all thy gold was drown'd in them before;
005.00A.056 All things follow their like, only, who have, may have more
005.00A.057 Judges are Gods; he who made and said them so,
005.00A.058 Meant not that men should be forc'd to them to goe,
005.00A.059 By meanes of Angels; When supplications
005.00A.060 We send to God, to Dominations,
005.00A.061 Powers, Cherubins, and all heavens Court, if wee
005.00A.062 Should pay fees as here, Daily bread would be
005.00A.063 Scarce to Kings; so'tis, would it not anger
005.00A.064 A Stoicke, a coward, yea a Martyr,
005.00A.065 To see a Pursivant come in, and call
005.00A.066 All his cloathes, Copes; Bookes, Primers; and all
005.00A.067 His Plate, Challices; and mistake them away,
005.00A.068 And lack a fee for comming; Oh, ne'r may
005.00A.069 Faire lawes white reverend name be strumpeted,
005.00A.070 To warrant thefts: she is established
005.00A.071 Recorder to Destiny, on earth, and shee
005.00A.072 Speakes Fates words, and tells who must bee
005.00A.073 Rich, who poore, who in chaires, who in jayles:
005.00A.074 Shee is all faire, but yet hath foule long nailes,
005.00A.075 With which she scracheth Suiters; In bodies
005.00A.076 Of men; so in law, nailes are extremities,
005.00A.077 So Officers stretch to more then Law can doe,
005.00A.078 As our nailes reach what no else part comes to.
005.00A.079 Why barest thou to yon Officer? Foole, Hath hee
005.00A.080 Got those goods, for which men bared to thee?
005.00A.081 Foole, twice, thrice, thou hast bought wrong, and now hungerly
005.00A.082 Beg'st right; But that dole comes not till these dye.
005.00A.083 Thou had'st much, & lawes Urim and Thummim trie
005.00A.084 Thou wouldst for more; and for all hast paper
005.00A.085 Enough to cloath all the great Carricks Pepper.
005.00A.086 Sell that, and by that thou much more shalt leese,
005.00A.087 Then Haman, when he sold his Antiquities.
005.00A.088 O wretch that thy fortunes should moralize
005.00A.089 Esops fables, and make tales, prophesies.
005.00A.090 Thou art the swimming dog whom shadows cosened,
005.00A.091 And div'st, neare drowning, for what vanished.
006.00D.HE1 Vpon Mr. Thomas Coryats Crudities.
006.00D.001 Oh to what height will love of greatnesse drive
006.00D.002 Thy learned spirit, Sesqui-superlative?
006.00D.003 Venice vast lake thou hadst seen, & would seek than,
006.00D.004 Some vaster thing, and found'st a Curtizan.
006.00D.005 That in-land Sea, having discovered well,
006.00D.006 A Cellar gulfe, where one might saile to hell
006.00D.007 From Heydelberg, thou long'st to see: and thou
006.00D.008 This booke, greater then all, producest now.
006.00D.009 Infinite worke, which doth so far extend,
006.00D.010 That none can study it to any end.
006.00D.011 'Tis no one thing, it is not fruit nor roote.
006.00D.012 Nor poorely limited with head or foot.
006.00D.013 If man be therefore man, because he can
006.00D.014 Reason and laugh, thy booke doth halfe make man.
006.00D.015 One halfe being made, thy modestie was such,
006.00D.016 That thou on th'other half wouldst never touch.
006.00D.017 When wilt thou be at full, great Lunatique?
006.00D.018 Not till thou exceed the world? Canst thou be like
006.00D.019 A prosperous nose-borne wenne, which sometimes growes
006.00D.020 To be far greater than the mother nose?
006.00D.021 Go then, and as to thee when thou didst go,
006.00D.022 Munster did Townes and Gesner Authors show;
006.00D.023 Mount now to Gallo-belgicus; appear
006.00D.024 As deep a Statesman as a Garretteir.
006.00D.025 Homely and familiarly, when thou com'st back,
006.00D.026 Talke of Will. Conquerour, and Prester Iack.
006.00D.027 Go bashfull man, lest here thou blush to looke
006.00D.028 Vpon the progresse of thy glorious booke,
006.00D.029 To which both Indies sacrifices send;
006.00D.030 The West sent gold, which thou didst freely spend,
006.00D.031 Meaning to see't no more upon the presse.
006.00D.032 The East sends hither her deliciousnesse;
006.00D.033 And thy leaves must imbrace what comes from thence,
006.00D.034 The Myrrhe, the Pepper, and the Frankincense.
006.00D.035 This magnifies thy leaves; but if they stoope
006.00D.036 To neighbour wares, when Merchants do unhoope
006.00D.037 Voluminous barrels; if thy leaves do then
006.00D.038 Convey these wares in parcels unto men;
006.00D.039 If for vast Tons of Currans, and of Figs,
006.00D.040 Of medicinall and Aromatique twigs,
006.00D.041 Thy leaves a better method do provide,
006.00D.042 Divide to pounds, and ounces sub-divide;
006.00D.043 If they stoope lower yet, and vent our wares
006.00D.044 Home-manufactures to thick popular Faires,
006.00D.045 If omni-pregnant there, upon warme stalls,
006.00D.046 They hatch all wares for which the buyer calls;
006.00D.047 Then thus thy leaves we justly may commend,
006.00D.048 That they all kinde of matter comprehend.
006.00D.049 Thus thou, by means which th'Ancients never took,
006.00D.050 A Pandect mak'st, and universall book.
006.00D.051 The bravest Heroes for publike good,
006.00D.052 Scattered in divers Lands their limbs and blood.
006.00D.053 Worst malefactors, to whom men are prize,
006.00D.054 Do publike good, cut in Anatomies;
006.00D.055 So will thy booke in peeces; for a Lord
006.00D.056 Which casts at Portescues, and all the board
006.00D.057 Provide whole books; each leafe enough will be
006.00D.058 For friends to passe time, and keep company.
006.00D.059 Can all carouse up thee? no, thou must fit
006.00D.060 Measures; and fill out for the half-pint wit:
006.00D.061 Some shall wrap pils, and save a friends life so,
006.00D.062 Some shall stop muskets, and so kill a foe.
006.00D.063 Thou shalt not ease the Criticks of next age
006.00D.064 So much, at once their hunger to asswage:
006.00D.065 Nor shall wit-pirats hope to finde thee lye
006.00D.066 All in one bottome, in one Librarie.
006.00D.067 Some Leaves may paste strings there in other books,
006.00D.068 And so one may, which on another looks,
006.00D.069 Pilfer alas a little wit from you;
006.00D.070 But hardly much; and yet I think this true.
006.00D.071 As Sibyls was, your booke is mysticall,
006.00D.072 For every peece is as much worth as all.
006.00D.073 Therefore mine impotency I confesse,
006.00D.074 The healths which my braine bears must be far lesse:
006.00D.075 Thy Gyant-wit'orethrowes me, I am gone;
006.00D.076 And rather then read all, I would reade none.
007.006.HE1 In eundem Macaronicon.
007.006.001 Qvot, dos haec, Linguists perfetti, Disticha fairont,
007.006.002 Tot cuerdos States-men, hic liure fara tuus.
007.006.003 Es sat a My l'honneur estre hic inteso; Car I Leaue
007.006.004 L'honra, de personne nestre creduto, tibi.
007.006.0SS Explicit Ioannes Donne.
008.00B.0HE Eleg. XII.
008.00B.0H1 The Bracelet.
008.00B.HE2 Vpon the losse of his Mistresses Chaine, for
008.00B.HE3 which he made satisfaction.
008.00B.001 Not that in colour it was like thy haire,
008.00B.002 For Armelets of that thou maist let me weare:
008.00B.003 Nor that thy hand it oft embrac'd and kist,
008.00B.004 For so it had that good, which oft I mist:
008.00B.005 Nor for that silly old moralitie,
008.00B.006 That as these linkes were knit, our love should bee:
008.00B.007 Mourne I that I thy seavenfold chaine have lost;
008.00B.008 Nor for the luck sake; but the bitter cost.
008.00B.009 O, shall twelve righteous Angels, which as yet
008.00B.010 No leaven of vile soder did admit;
008.00B.011 Nor yet by any way have straid or gone
008.00B.012 From the first state of their Creation;
008.00B.013 Angels, which heaven commanded to provide
008.00B.014 All things to me, and be my faithfull guide;
008.00B.015 To gaine new friends, t'appease great enemies;
008.00B.016 To comfort my soule, when I lie or rise.
008.00B.017 Shall these twelve innocents, by thy severe
008.00B.018 Sentence (dread judge) my sins great burden beare?
008.00B.019 Shall they be damn'd, and in the furnace throwne,
008.00B.020 And punisht for offences not their owne?
008.00B.021 They save not me, they doe not ease my paines,
008.00B.022 When in that hell they'are burnt and tyed in chains:
008.00B.023 Were they but Crownes of France, I cared not,
008.00B.024 For, most of these, their Countreys naturall rot
008.00B.025 I think possesseth, they come here to us,
008.00B.026 So pale, so lame, so leane, so ruinous.
008.00B.027 And howsoe'r French Kings most Christian be,
008.00B.028 Their Crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishly;
008.00B.029 Or were they Spanish Stamps, still travelling,
008.00B.030 That are become as Catholique as their King,
008.00B.031 Those unlickt beare-whelps, unfil'd pistolets
008.00B.032 That (more than Canon shot) availes or lets;
008.00B.033 Which negligently left unrounded, looke
008.00B.034 Like many angled figures, in the booke
008.00B.035 Of some great Conjurer that would enforce
008.00B.036 Nature, as these doe justice, from her course.
008.00B.037 Which, as the soule quickens head, feet and heart,
008.00B.038 As streames like veines, run through th'earth's every part,
008.00B.039 Visit all Countries, and have slily made
008.00B.040 Gorgeous France, ruin'd: ragged and decay'd
008.00B.041 Scotland, which knew no State, proud in one day:
008.00B.042 And mangled seventeen-headed Belgia:
008.00B.043 Or were it such gold as that wherewithall
008.00B.044 Almighty Chymiques from each minerall,
008.00B.045 Having by subtle fire a soule out-pull'd;
008.00B.046 Are dirtely and desperately gull'd:
008.00B.047 I would not spit to quench the fire they'are in,
008.00B.048 For, they are guilty of much hainous Sin.
008.00B.049 But, shall my harmlesse angels perish? Shall
008.00B.050 I lose my guard, my ease, my food, my all?
008.00B.051 Much hope which they should nourish will be dead.
008.00B.052 Much of my able youth, and lusty head
008.00B.053 Will vanish, if thou love let them alone,
008.00B.054 For thou wilt love me lesse when they are gone,
008.00B.055 And be content that some lowd squeaking Cryer
008.00B.056 Well-pleas'd with one leane thred-bare groat, for hire,
008.00B.057 May like a devill roare through every street;
008.00B.058 And gall the finders conscience; if hee meet.
008.00B.059 Or let mee creepe to some dread Conjurer,
008.00B.060 That with phantastique scenes fils full much paper;
008.00B.061 Which hath divided heaven in tenements,
008.00B.062 And with whores, theeves, and murderers stuft his rents
008.00B.063 So full, that though hee passe them all in sinne,
008.00B.064 He leaves himselfe no roome to enter in.
008.00B.065 But if, when all his art and time is spent,
008.00B.066 Hee say 'twill ne'r be found; yet be content;
008.00B.067 Receive from him that doome ungrudgingly,
008.00B.068 Because he is the mouth of destiny.
008.00B.069 Thou say'st (alas) the gold doth still remaine,
008.00B.070 Though it be chang'd, and put into a chaine,
008.00B.071 So in the first falne angels, resteth still
008.00B.072 Wisdome and knowledge; but, 'tis turn'd to ill:
008.00B.073 As these should doe good works; and should provide
008.00B.074 Necessities; but now must nurse thy pride,
008.00B.075 And they are still bad angels; Mine are none;
008.00B.076 For, forme gives being: and their forme is gone:
008.00B.077 Pitty these Angels yet; their dignities
008.00B.078 Passe Vertues, Powers, and Principalities.
008.00B.079 But, thou art resolute; Thy will be done;
008.00B.080 Yet with such anguish, as her onely sonne
008.00B.081 The Mother in the hungry grave doth lay,
008.00B.082 Vnto the fire these Martyrs I betray.
008.00B.083 Good soules, (for you give life to every thing)
008.00B.084 Good Angels, (for good messages you bring)
008.00B.085 Destin'd you might have beene to such an one,
008.00B.086 As would have lov'd and worship'd you alone:
008.00B.087 One that would suffer hunger, nakednesse,
008.00B.088 Yea death, ere he would make your number lesse.
008.00B.089 But, I am guilty of your sad decay;
008.00B.090 May your few-fellowes longer with me stay.
008.00B.091 But o thou wretched finder whom I hate
008.00B.092 So, that I almost pitty thy estate:
008.00B.093 Gold being the heaviest metal amongst all,
008.00B.094 May my most heavy curse upon thee fall:
008.00B.095 Here fetter'd, manacled, and hang'd in chains,
008.00B.096 First mayst thou bee; then chaind to hellish paines;
008.00B.097 Or be with forraine gold brib'd to betray
008.00B.098 Thy Countrey, and faile both of it and thy pay.
008.00B.099 May the next thing thou stoop'st to reach, containe
008.00B.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rot thy moist braine;
008.00B.101 Or libels, or some interdicted thing,
008.00B.102 Which negligently kept, thy ruine bring.
008.00B.103 Lust-bred diseases rot thee; and dwell with thee
008.00B.104 Itching desire, and no abilitie.
008.00B.105 May all the evils that gold ever wrought;
008.00B.106 All mischiefe that all devils ever thought;
008.00B.107 Want after plenty; poore and gouty age;
008.00B.108 The plagues of travellers; love; marriage
008.00B.109 Afflict thee, and at thy lives last moment,
008.00B.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselves to thee present.
008.00B.111 But, I forgive; repent thee honest man:
008.00B.112 Gold is Restorative, restore it then:
008.00B.113 But if from it thou beest loath to depart,
008.00B.114 Because 'tis cordiall, would twere at thy heart.
009.00A.001 As the sweet sweat of Roses in a Still,
009.00A.002 As that which from chaf'd muskats pores doth trill,
009.00A.003 As the Almighty Balme of th'early East,
009.00A.004 Such are the sweat drops of my Mistris breast.
009.00A.005 And on her necke her skin such lustre sets,
009.00A.006 They seeme no sweat drops, but pearle coronets
009.00A.007 Ranke sweaty froth thy Mistresse's brow defiles,
009.00A.008 Like spermatique issue of ripe menstruous boiles.
009.00A.009 Or like the skumme, which, by needs lawlesse law
009.00A.010 Enforc'd, Sanserra's starved men did draw
009.00A.011 From parboild shooes, and bootes, and all the rest
009.00A.012 Which were with any soveraigne fatnes blest,
009.00A.013 And like vile stones lying in saffrond tinne,
009.00A.014 Or warts, or wheales, it hangs upon her skinne.
009.00A.015 Round as the world's her head, on every side,
009.00A.016 Like to the fatall Ball which fell on Ide,
009.00A.017 Or that whereof God had such jealousie,
009.00A.018 As, for the ravishing thereof we die.
009.00A.019 Thy head is like a rough-hewne statue of jeat,
009.00A.020 Where marks for eyes, nose, mouth, are yet scarce set ;
009.00A.021 Like the first Chaos, or flat seeming face
009.00A.022 Of Cynthia, when th'earths shadowes her embrace.
009.00A.023 Like Proserpines white beauty-keeping chest,
009.00A.024 Or Joues best fortunes urne, is her faire brest.
009.00A.025 Thine's like worme eaten trunkes, cloth'd in seals skin,
009.00A.026 Or grave, that's dust without, and stinke within.
009.00A.027 And like that slender stalke, at whose end stands
009.00A.028 The wood-bine quivering, are her armes and hands,
009.00A.029 Like rough bark'd elmboughes, or the russet skin
009.00A.030 Of men late scurg'd for madnes, or for sinne,
009.00A.031 Like Sun-parch'd quarters on the citie gate,
009.00A.032 Such is thy tann'd skins lamentable state.
009.00A.033 And like a bunch of ragged carrets stand
009.00A.034 The short swolne fingers of her gouty hand ;
009.00A.035 Then like the Chymicks masculine equall fire,
009.00A.036 Which in the Lymbecks warme wombe doth inspire
009.00A.037 Into th'earths worthlesse part a soule of gold,
009.00A.038 Such cherishing heat her best lov'd part doth hold.
009.00A.039 Thine's like the dread mouth of a fired gunne,
009.00A.040 Or like hot liquid metalls newly runne
009.00A.041 Into clay moulds, or like to that Aetna
009.00A.042 Where round about the grasse is burnt away.
009.00A.043 Are not your kisses then as filthy, and more,
009.00A.044 As a worme sucking an invenom'd sore?
009.00A.045 Doth not thy fearefull hand in feeling quake,
009.00A.046 As one which gath'ring flowers, still feares a snake?
009.00A.047 Is not your last act harsh, and violent,
009.00A.048 As where a Plough a stony ground doth rent?
009.00A.049 So kisse good Turtles, so devoutly nice
009.00A.050 Are Priests in handling reverent sacrifice,
009.00A.051 And nice in searching wounds the Surgeon is
009.00A.052 As wee, when wee embrace, or touch, or kisse.
009.00A.053 Leave her, and I will leave comparing thus,
009.00A.054 She, and comparisons are odious.
010.00A.0HE Elegie IV.
010.00A.001 Once, and but once found in thy company,
010.00A.002 All thy suppos'd escapes are laid on mee;
010.00A.003 And as a thiefe at barre, is question'd there
010.00A.004 By all the men, that have beene rob'd that yeare,
010.00A.005 So am I, (by this traiterous meanes surpriz'd)
010.00A.006 By thy Hydroptique father catechiz'd.
010.00B.007 Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes,
010.00B.008 As though he came to kill a Cocatrice,
010.00A.009 Though hee hath oft sworne, that hee would remove
010.00A.010 Thy beauties beautie, and food of our love,
010.00A.011 Hope of his goods, if I with thee were seene,
010.00A.012 Yet close and secret, as our soules, we'have beene.
010.00A.013 Though thy immortall mother which doth lye
010.00A.014 Still buried in her bed, yet will not dye,
010.00A.015 Takes this advantage to sleepe out day-light,
010.00A.016 And watch thy entries, and returnes all night,
010.00A.017 And, when she takes thy hand, and would seeme kind,
010.00A.018 Doth search what rings, and armelets she can finde,
010.00A.019 And kissing notes the colour of thy face,
010.00A.020 And fearing least thou'art swolne, doth thee embrace;
010.00A.021 To trie if thou long, doth name strange meates.
010.00A.022 And notes thy palenesse, blushing, sighs, and sweats;
010.00A.023 And politiquely will to thee confesse
010.00A.024 The sinnes of her owne youths ranke lustinesse;
010.00A.025 Yet love these Sorceries did remove, and move
010.00A.026 Thee to gull thine owne mother for my love.
010.00A.027 Thy little brethren, which like Faiery Sprights
010.00A.028 Oft skipt into our chamber, those sweet nights,
010.00A.029 And kist, and ingled on thy fathers knee,
010.00A.030 Were brib'd next day, to tell what they did see.
010.00A.031 The grim- eight- foot- high- iron- bound serving- man,
010.00A.032 That oft names God in oathes, and onely than,
010.00A.033 He that to barre the first gate, doth as wide
010.00A.034 As the great Rhodian Colossus stride,
010.00A.035 Which, if in hell no other paines there were,
010.00A.036 Makes mee feare hell, because he must be there:
010.00A.037 Though by thy father he were hir'd to this,
010.00A.038 Could never witnesse any touch or kisse;
010.00A.039 But Oh, too common ill, I brought with mee
010.00A.040 That, which betray'd mee to my enemie:
010.00A.041 A loud perfume, which at my entrance cryed
010.00A.042 Even at thy fathers nose, so were wee spied.
010.00A.043 When, like a tyran King, that in his bed
010.00A.044 Smelt gunpowder, the pale wretch shivered;
010.00A.045 Had it beene some bad smell, he would have thought
010.00A.046 That his owne feet, or breath, that smell had wrought.
010.00A.047 But as wee in our Ile emprisoned,
010.00A.048 Where cattell onely, 'and diverse dogs are bred,
010.00A.049 The pretious Vnicornes, strange monsters, call,
010.00A.050 So thought he good, strange, that had none at all.
010.00A.051 I taught my silkes, their whistling to forbeare,
010.00A.052 Even my opprest shoes, dumbe and speechlesse were,
010.00A.053 Onely, thou bitter sweet, whom I had laid
010.00A.054 Next mee, mee traiterously hast betraid,
010.00A.055 And unsuspected hast invisibly
010.00A.056 At once fled unto him, and staid with mee.
010.00A.057 Base excrement of earth, which dost confound
010.00A.058 Sense, from distinguishing the sicke from sound;
010.00A.059 By thee the seely Amorous sucks his death
010.00A.060 By drawing in a leprous harlots breath,
010.00A.061 By thee, the greatest staine to mans estate
010.00A.062 Falls on us, to be call'd effeminate;
010.00A.063 Though you be much lov'd in the Princes hall,
010.00A.064 There, things that seeme, exceed substantiall.
010.00A.065 Gods, when yee fum'd on altars, were pleas'd well,
010.00A.066 Because you'were burnt, not that they lik'd your smell,
010.00A.067 You'are loathsome all, being taken simply alone,
010.00A.068 Shall wee love ill things joyn'd, and hate each one?
010.00A.069 If you were good, your good doth soone decay;
010.00A.070 And you are rare, that takes the good away.
010.00A.071 All my perfumes, I give most willingly
010.00A.072 To'embalme thy fathers corse; What? will hee die?
011.00A.HE1 ELEGIE. I.
011.00A.001 Fond woman which would'st have thy husband die,
011.00A.002 And yet complain'st of his great jealousie;
011.00A.003 If swolne with poyson, hee lay in'his last bed,
011.00A.004 His body with a sere-barke covered,
011.00A.005 Drawing his breath, as thick and short, as can
011.00A.006 The nimblest crocheting Musitian,
011.00A.007 Ready with loathsome vomiting to spue
011.00A.008 His Soule out of one hell, into a new,
011.00A.009 Made deafe with his poore kindreds howling cries,
011.00A.010 Begging with few feign'd teares, great legacies,
011.00A.011 Thou would'st not weepe, but jolly,'and frolicke bee,
011.00A.012 As a slave, which to morrow should be free,
011.00A.013 Yet weep'st thou, when thou seest him hungerly
011.00A.014 Swallow his owne death, hearts-bane jealousie.
011.00A.015 O give him many thanks, he'is courteous,
011.00A.016 That in suspecting kindly warneth us.
011.00A.017 Wee must not, as wee us'd, flout openly,
011.00A.018 In scoffing ridles, his deformitie;
011.00A.019 Nor at his boord together being satt,
011.00A.020 With words, nor touch, scarce lookes adulterate.
011.00A.021 Nor when he swolne, and pamper'd with great fare
011.00A.022 Sits downe, and snorts, cag'd in his basket chaire,
011.00A.023 Must wee usurpe his owne bed any more,
011.00A.024 Nor kisse and play in his house, as before.
011.00A.025 Now I see many dangers; for it is
011.00A.026 His realme, his castle, and his diocesse.
011.00A.027 But if, as envious men, which would revile
011.00A.028 Their Prince, or coyne his gold, themselves exile
011.00A.029 Into another countrie,'and doe it there,
011.00A.030 Wee play'in another house, what should we feare?
011.00A.031 There we will scorne his houshold policies,
011.00A.032 His seely plots, and pensionary spies,
011.00A.033 As the inhabitants of Thames right side
011.00A.034 Do Londons Major, or Germans, the Popes pride.
012.00A.0HE Elegie VII.
012.00A.001 Oh, let mee not serve so, as those men serve
012.00A.002 Whom honours smoakes at once fatten and sterve;
012.00A.003 Poorely enrich't with great mens words or lookes;
012.00A.004 Nor so write my name in thy loving bookes
012.00A.005 As those Idolatrous flatterers, which still
012.00A.006 Their Princes stiles, which many Realmes fulfill
012.00A.007 Whence they no tribute have, and where no sway.
012.00A.008 Such services I offer as shall pay
012.00A.009 Themselves, I hate dead names: Oh then let mee
012.00A.010 Favorite in Ordinary, or no favorite bee.
012.00A.011 When my Soule was in her owne body sheath'd,
012.00A.012 Nor yet by oathes betroth'd, nor kisses breath'd
012.00A.013 Into my Purgatory, faithlesse thee,
012.00A.014 Thy heart seem'd waxe, and steele thy constancie.
012.00A.015 So, carelesse flowers strow'd on the waters face,
012.00A.016 The curled whirlepooles suck, smack, and embrace,
012.00A.017 Yet drowne them; so, the tapers beamie eye
012.00A.018 Amorously twinkling, beckens the giddie flie,
012.00A.019 Yet burnes his wings; and such the devill is,
012.00A.020 Scarce visiting them, who are intirely his.
012.00A.021 When I behold a streame, which, from the spring,
012.00A.022 Doth with doubtfull melodious murmuring,
012.00A.023 Or in a speechlesse slumber, calmely ride
012.00A.024 Her wedded channels bosome, and then chide
012.00A.025 And bend her browes, and swell if any bough
012.00A.026 Do but stoop downe, or kisse her upmost brow:
012.00A.027 Yet, if her often gnawing kisses winne
012.00A.028 The traiterous banks to gape, and let her in,
012.00A.029 She rusheth violently, and doth divorce
012.00A.030 Her from her native, and her long-kept course,
012.00A.031 And rores, and braves it, and in gallant scorne,
012.00A.032 In flattering eddies promising retorne,
012.00A.033 She flouts the channell, who thenceforth is drie;
012.00A.034 Then say I; that is shee, and this am I.
012.00A.035 Yet let not thy deepe bitternesse beget
012.00A.036 Carelesse despaire in mee, for that will whet
012.00A.037 My minde to scorne; and Oh, love dull'd with paine
012.00A.038 Was ne'r so wise, nor well arm'd as disdaine.
012.00A.039 Then with new eyes I shall survay thee,'and spie
012.00A.040 Death in thy cheekes, and darknesse in thine eye;
012.00A.041 Though hope bred faith and love; thus taught, I shall
012.00A.042 As nations do from Rome, from thy love fall.
012.00A.043 My hate shall outgrow thine, and utterly
012.00A.044 I will renounce thy dalliance: and when I
012.00A.045 Am the Recusant, in that resolute state,
012.00A.046 What hurts it mee to be'excommunicate?
013.00A.0HE Elegie VIII.
013.00A.001 Natures lay Ideot, I taught thee to love,
013.00A.002 And in that sophistrie, Oh, thou dost prove
013.00A.003 Too subtile: Foole, thou didst not understand
013.00A.004 The mystique language of the eye nor hand:
013.00A.005 Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the aire
013.00A.006 Of sighes, and say, this lies, this sounds despaire.
013.00A.007 Nor by the'eyes water call a maladie
013.00A.008 Desperately hot, or changing feaverously.
013.00A.009 I had not taught thee then, the Alphabet
013.00A.010 Of flowers, how they devisefully being set
013.00A.011 And bound up, might with speechlesse secrecie
013.00A.012 Deliver arrands mutely, and mutually.
013.00A.013 Remember since all thy words us'd to bee
013.00A.014 To every suitor; I, if my friends agree.
013.00A.015 Since, houshold charmes, thy husbands name to teach,
013.00A.016 Were all the love trickes, that thy wit could reach;
013.00A.017 And since, an houres discourse could scarce have made
013.00A.018 One answer in thee, and that ill arraid
013.00A.019 In broken proverbs, and torne sentences.
013.00A.020 Thou art not by so many duties his,
013.00A.021 That from the worlds Common having sever'd thee,
013.00A.022 Inlaid thee, neither to be seene, nor see,
013.00A.023 As mine: who have with amorous delicacies
013.00A.024 Refin'd thee'into a blis-full paradise.
013.00A.025 Thy graces and good words my creatures bee,
013.00A.026 I planted knowledge and lifes tree in thee,
013.00A.027 Which Oh, shall strangers taste? Must I alas
013.00A.028 Frame and enamell Plate, and drinke in glasse?
013.00A.029 Chafe waxe for others seales? breake a colts force
014.NY3.0HE Elegie 7
014.NY3.001 Till I haue peace with thee, warr other Men;
014.NY3.002 And when I haue peace, can I leaue thee then?
014.NY3.003 All other warrs are scrupulous; Only thou
014.NY3.004 O fayr free Citty, maist thy selfe allow
014.NY3.005 To any one: In Flanders, who tan tell
014.NY3.006 Whether the Maister pres or men rebell?
014.NY3.007 Only we know, that which all Ideots say
014.NY3.008 They beare most blows which come to part the fray.
014.NY3.009 France in her Lunatique giddines did hate
014.NY3.010 Euer our men, yea and our God of late.
014.NY3.011 Yet She relyes vpon our Angels well
014.NY3.012 Which nere returne; No more then they which fell.
014.NY3.013 Sick Ireland is with a strange warr possest
014.NY3.014 Like to an Ague; Now raging, now at rest;
014.NY3.015 Which time will cure: Yet it must do her good
014.NY3.016 If she weare purg'd, and her head vayne let blood.
014.NY3.017 And Midas ioyes our Spanish iourneys giue,
014.NY3.018 We touch all gold, but find no food to liue.
014.NY3.019 And I should be in that hott parching clime
014.NY3.020 To dust and ashes turnd before my time.
014.NY3.021 To mew me in a Ship, is to enthrall
014.NY3.022 Me in a prison, that weare like to fall.
014.NY3.023 Or in a Cloyster; save that ther men dwell
014.NY3.024 In a calme heauen, here in a swaggering hell.
014.NY3.025 Long Voyages are long consumptions
014.NY3.026 And Ships are carts for executions.
014.NY3.027 Yea they are Deaths; ist not all one to fly
014.NY3.028 Into an other World, as t'is to dy?
014.NY3.029 Here let me warr; in these armes let me ly
014.NY3.030 Here let me parle, batter, bleede, & dy.
014.NY3.031 Thy armes imprison me, and myne armes thee,
014.NY3.032 Thy hart thy ransome is, take myne for mee.
014.NY3.033 Other men war that they ther rest may gayne
014.NY3.034 But we will rest that we may fight agayne.
014.NY3.035 Those warrs the'ignorant, these th' experienc'd love
014.NY3.036 There we are allwayes vnder, here above.
014.NY3.037 There Engines farr of breed a iust trew feare,
014.NY3.038 Neere thrusts, pikes, stabs, yea bullets hurt not here.
014.NY3.039 There lyes are wrongs; here safe vprightly ly;
014.NY3.040 There men kill men, we'will make one by & by.
014.NY3.041 Thou nothing; I not halfe so much shall do
014.NY3.042 In those warrs, as they may which from vs two
014.NY3.043 Shall spring. Thousands we see which trauaile not
014.NY3.044 To warrs; but stay swords, armes, & shott
014.NY3.045 To make at home; And shall not I do then
014.NY3.046 More glorious service staying to make men?
015.00G.0HE To his Mistress going to bed.
015.00G.001 Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defie,
015.00G.002 Until I labour, I in labour lie.
015.00G.003 The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
015.00G.004 Is tir'd with standing though he never fight.
015.00G.005 Off with that girdle, like heavens Zone glittering,
015.00G.006 But a far fairer world incompassing.
015.00G.007 Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
015.00G.008 That th' eyes of busie fooles may be stopt there.
015.00G.009 Unlace your self, for that harmonious chyme,
015.00G.010 Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.
015.00G.011 Off with that happy busk, which I envie,
015.00G.012 That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
015.00G.013 Your gown going off, such beautious state reveals,
015.00G.014 As when through flowry meads th'hills shadows steales.
015.00G.015 Off with that wyerie Coronet and shew
015.00G.016 The haiery Diadem which on your head doth grow:
015.00G.017 Now off with those shooes, and then softly tread
015.00G.018 In this loves hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
015.00G.019 In such white robes, heaven's Angels us'd to be
015.00G.020 Reveal'd to men: thou Angel bringst with thee
015.00G.021 A heaven like Mahomets Paradice, and though
015.00G.022 Ill spirits walk in white; we easly know,
015.00G.023 By this these Angels from an evil sprite,
015.00G.024 Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
015.00G.025 Licence my roaving hands, and let them go,
015.00G.026 Before, behind, between, above, below,
015.00G.027 O my America! my new-found-land,
015.00G.028 My Kingdom's safest, when with one man man'd.
015.00G.029 My Myne of precious stones: My Emperie,
015.00G.030 How am I blest in thus discovering thee?
015.00G.031 To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
015.00G.032 Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be,
015.00G.033 Full nakedness! All joyes are due to thee,
015.00G.034 As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth'd must be,
015.00G.035 To taste whole joyes. Jems which you women use
015.00G.036 Are like Atlanta's ball: cast in mens views,
015.00G.037 That when a fools eye lighteth on a Jem,
015.00G.038 His earthly soul may court that, not them:
015.00G.039 Like pictures or like books gay coverings made,
015.00G.040 For lay-men are all women thus arrayed.
015.00G.041 Themselves are only mystick books, which we,
015.00G.042 (Whom their imputed grace will dignifie)
015.00G.043 Must see revealed. Then since that I may know;
015.00G.044 As liberally, as to thy Midwife shew
015.00G.045 Thy self: cast all, yea, this white lynnen hence
015.00G.046 There is no pennance due to innocence:
015.00G.047 To teach thee I am naked first, why than
015.00G.048 What needst thou have more covering then a man.
016.00A.0HE Elegie III.
016.00A.001 Although thy hand and faith, and good workes too,
016.00A.002 Have seal'd thy love which nothing should undoe,
016.00A.003 Yea though thou fall backe, that apostasie
016.00A.004 Confirme thy love; yet much, much I feare thee.
016.00A.005 Women, are like the Arts, forc'd unto none,
016.00A.006 Open to'all searchers, unpriz'd, if unknowne.
016.00A.007 If I have caught a bird, and let him flie,
016.00A.008 Another fouler using these meanes, as I,
016.00A.009 May catch the same bird; and, as these things bee,
016.00A.010 Women are made for men, not him, nor mee.
016.00A.011 Foxes and goats; all beasts change when they please,
016.00A.012 Shall women, more hot, wily, wild then these,
016.00A.013 Be bound to one man, and did Nature then
016.00A.014 Idly make them apter to'endure then men?
016.00A.015 They'are our clogges, not their owne; if a man bee
016.00A.016 Chain'd to a galley, yet the galley'is free;
016.00A.017 Who hath a plow-land, casts all his seed corne there,
016.00A.018 And yet allowes his ground more corne should beare;
016.00A.019 Though Danuby into the sea must flow,
016.00A.020 The sea receives the Rhene, Volga, and Po.
016.00A.021 By nature, which gave it, this liberty
016.00A.022 Thou lov'st, but Oh! canst thou love it and mee?
016.00A.023 Likenesse glues love: and if that thou so doe,
016.00A.024 To make us like and love, must I change too?
016.00A.025 More then thy hate, I hate'it, rather let mee
016.00A.026 Allow her change, then change as oft as shee,
016.00A.027 And soe not teach, but force my'opinion
016.00A.028 To love not any one, nor every one.
016.00A.029 To live in one land, is captivitie,
016.00A.030 To runne all countries, a wild roguery;
016.00A.031 Waters stincke soone, if in one place they bide,
016.00A.032 And in the vast sea are more putrifi'd:
016.00A.033 But when they kisse one banke, and leaving this
016.00A.034 Never looke backe, but the next banke doe kisse,
016.00A.035 Then are they purest; Change'is the nursery
016.00A.036 Of musicke, joy, life, and eternity.
017.00A.0HE Elegie II.
017.00A.001 Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, shee
017.00A.002 Hath all things, whereby others beautious bee,
017.00A.003 For, though her eyes be small, her mouth is great,
017.00A.004 Though they be Ivory, yet her teeth be jeat,
017.00A.005 Though they be dimme, yet she is light enough,
017.00A.006 And though her harsh haire fall, her skinne is rough;
017.00A.007 What though her cheeks be yellow, her haire's red,
017.00A.008 Give her thine, and she hath a maydenhead.
017.00A.009 These things are beauties elements, where these
017.00A.010 Meet in one, that one must, as perfect, please.
017.00A.011 If red and white and each good quality
017.00A.012 Be in thy wench, ne'r aske where it doth lye.
017.00A.013 In buying things perfum'd, we aske; if there
017.00A.014 Be muske and amber in it, but not where.
017.00A.015 Though all her parts be not in th'usuall place,
017.00A.016 She'hath yet an Anagram of a good face.
017.00A.017 If we might put the letters but one way,
017.00A.018 In the leane dearth of words, what could wee say?
017.00A.019 When by the Gamut some Musitions make
017.00A.020 A perfect song, others will undertake,
017.00A.021 By the same Gamut chang'd, to equall it.
017.00A.022 Things simply good, can never be unfit;
017.00A.023 She's faire as any, if all be like her,
017.00A.024 And if none bee, then she is singular.
017.00A.025 All love is wonder; if wee justly doe
017.00A.026 Account her wonderfull, why not lovely too?
017.00A.027 Love built on beauty, soone as beauty, dies,
017.00A.028 Chuse this face, chang'd by no deformities;
017.00A.029 Women are all like Angels; the faire be
017.00A.030 Like those which fell to worse; but such as shee,
017.00A.031 Like to good Angels, nothing can impaire:
017.00A.032 'Tis lesse griefe to be foule, then to'have beene faire.
017.00A.033 For one nights revels, silke and gold we chuse,
017.00A.034 But, in long journeyes, cloth, and leather use.
017.00A.035 Beauty is barren oft; best husbands say
017.00A.036 There is best land, where there is foulest way.
017.00A.037 Oh what a soveraigne Plaister will shee bee
017.00A.038 If thy past sinnes have taught thee jealousie!
017.00A.039 Here needs no spies, nor eunuches; her commit
017.00A.040 Safe to thy foes; yea, to a Marmosit.
017.00A.041 When Belgiaes citties, the round countries drowne,
017.00A.042 That durty foulenesse guards, and armes the towne:
017.00A.043 So doth her face guard her; and so, for thee,
017.00A.044 Which, forc'd by businesse, absent oft must bee,
017.00A.045 Shee, whose face, like clouds, turnes the day to night,
017.00A.046 Who, mightier then the sea, makes Moores seem white,
017.00A.047 Who, though seaven yeares, she in the Stews had laid,
017.00A.048 A Nunnery durst receive, and thinke a maid,
017.00A.049 And though in childbeds labour she did lie,
017.00A.050 Midwifes would sweare, 'twere but a tympanie,
017.00A.051 Whom, if shee accuse her selfe, I credit lesse
017.00A.052 Then witches, which impossibles confesse.
017.00G.053 Whom Dildoes, Bedstaves, or a velvet Glass
017.00G.054 Would be as loath to touch as Joseph was.
017.00A.055 One like none, and lik'd of none, fittest were,
017.00A.056 For, things in fashion every man will weare.
018.00B.0HE Elegie on his Mistris.
018.00B.001 BY our first strange and fatall interview
018.00B.002 By all desires which thereof did ensue,
018.00B.003 By our long starving hopes, by that remorse
018.00B.004 Which my words masculine perswasive force
018.00B.005 Begot in thee, and by the memory
018.00B.006 Of hurts, which spies and rivals threatned me,
018.00B.007 I calmely beg. But by thy fathers wrath,
018.00B.008 By all paines, which want and divorcement hath,
018.00B.009 I conjure thee, and all the oathes which I
018.00B.010 And thou have sworne to seale joynt constancy,
018.00B.011 Here I unsweare, and overswear them thus,
018.00B.012 Thou shalt not love by wayes so dangerous.
018.00B.013 Temper, o faire Love, loves impetuous rage,
018.00B.014 Be my true Mistris still, not my faign'd Page;
018.00B.015 I'll goe, and, by thy kinde leave, leave behinde
018.00B.016 Thee, onely worthy to nurse in my minde,
018.00B.017 Thirst to come backe; o if thou die before,
018.00B.018 My soule from other lands to thee shall soare,
018.00B.019 Thy (else Almighty) beautie cannot move
018.00B.020 Rage from the Seas, nor thy love teach them love,
018.00B.021 Nor tame wilde Boreas harshnesse; Thou hast reade
018.00B.022 How roughly hee in peeces shivered
018.00B.023 Faire Orithea, whom he swore he lov'd.
018.00B.024 Fall ill or good, 'tis madnesse to have prov'd
018.00B.025 Dangers unurg'd; Feed on this flattery,
018.00B.026 That absent Lovers one in th'other be.
018.00B.027 Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change
018.00B.028 Thy bodies habite, nor minde, bee not strange
018.00B.029 To thy selfe onely. All will spie in thy face
018.00B.030 A blushing womanly discovering grace;
018.00B.031 Richly cloath'd Apes, are call'd Apes, and as soone
018.00B.032 Ecclips'd as bright we call the Moone the Moone.
018.00B.033 Men of France, changeable Camelions,
018.00B.034 Spittles of diseases, shops of fashions,
018.00B.035 Loves fuellers, and the rightest company
018.00B.036 Of Players, which upon the worlds stage be,
018.00B.037 Will quickly know thee, and no lesse, alas!
018.00B.038 Th'indifferent Italian, as we passe
018.00B.039 His warme land, well content to thinke thee Page
018.00B.040 Will hunt thee with such lust, and hideous rage,
018.00B.041 As Lots faire guests were vext. But none of these
018.00B.042 Nor spungy hydroptique Dutch shall thee displease,
018.00B.043 If thou stay here. O stay here, for, for thee
018.00B.044 England is onely a worthy Gallerie,
018.00B.045 To walke in expectation, till from thence
018.00B.046 Our greatest King call thee to his presence.
018.00B.047 When I am gone, dreame me some happinesse,
018.00B.048 Nor let thy lookes our long hid love confesse,
018.00B.049 Nor praise, nor dispraise me, nor blesse nor curse
018.00B.050 Openly loves force, nor in bed fright thy Nurse
018.00B.051 With midnights startings, crying out, oh, oh
018.00B.052 Nurse, o my love is slaine, I saw him goe
018.00B.053 O'r the white Alpes alone; I saw him I,
018.00B.054 Assail'd, fight, taken, stabb'd, bleed, fall, and die.
018.00B.055 Augure me better chance, except dread Iove
018.00B.056 Thinke it enough for me to'have had thy love.
019.00A.0HE Elegie V.
019.00A.001 Here take my Picture, though I bid farewell;
019.00A.002 Thine, in my heart, where my soule dwels, shall dwell.
019.00A.003 'Tis like me now, but I dead, 'twill be more
019.00A.004 When wee are shadowes both, then 'twas before.
019.00A.005 When weather-beaten I come backe; my hand,
019.00A.006 Perhaps with rude oares torne, or Sun beams tann'd,
019.00A.007 My face and brest of hairecloth, and my head
019.00A.008 With cares rash sodaine stormes, being o'rspread,
019.00A.009 My body'a sack of bones, broken within,
019.00A.010 And powders blew staines scatter'd on my skinne;
019.00A.011 If rivall fooles taxe thee to'have lov'd a man,
019.00A.012 So foule, and course, as, Oh, I may seeme than,
019.00A.013 This shall say what I was: and thou shalt say,
019.00A.014 Doe his hurts reach mee? doth my worth decay?
019.00A.015 Or doe they reach his judging minde, that hee
019.00A.016 Should now love lesse, what hee did love to see?
019.00A.017 That which in him was faire and delicate,
019.00A.018 Was but the milke, which in loves childish state
019.00A.019 Did nurse it: who now is growne strong enough
019.00A.020 To feed on that, which to disus'd tasts seemes tough.
020.00G.0HE Elegie. XVIII.
020.00G.001 Who ever loves, if he do not propose
020.00G.002 The right true end of love, he's one that goes
020.00G.003 To sea for nothing but to make him sick:
020.00G.004 Love is a bear-whelp born, if we o're lick
020.00G.005 Our love, and force it new strong shapes to take,
020.00G.006 We erre, and of a lump a monster make.
020.00G.007 Were not a Calf a monster that were grown
020.00G.008 Face'd like a man, though better then his own?
020.00G.009 Perfection is in vnitie: preferr
020.00G.010 One woman first, and then one thing in her.
020.00G.011 I when I value gold, may think upon
020.00G.012 The ductilness, the application,
020.00G.013 The wholsomness, the ingenuitie,
020.00G.014 From rust, from soil, from fire ever free:
020.00G.015 But if I love it, 'tis because 'tis made
020.00G.016 By our new nature (Use) the soul of trade.
020.00G.017 All these in women we might think upon
020.00G.018 (If women had them) and yet love but one.
020.00G.019 Can men more injure women then to say
020.00G.020 They love them for that, by which they're not they?
020.00G.021 Makes virtue woman? must I cool my bloud
020.00G.022 Till I both be, and find one wise and good?
020.00G.023 May barren Angels love so. But if we
020.00G.024 Make love to woman; virtue is not she:
020.00G.025 As beauties no nor wealth: He that strayes thus:
020.00G.026 From her to hers, is more adulterous,
020.00G.027 Then if he took her maid. Search every sphear
020.00G.028 And firmament, our Cupid is not there:
020.00G.029 He's an infernal god and under ground,
020.00G.030 With Pluto dwells, where gold and fire abound,
020.00G.031 Men to such Gods, their sacrificing Coles
020.00G.032 Did not on Altars lay, but pits and holes:
020.00G.033 Although we see Celestial bodies move
020.00G.034 Above the earth, the earth we Till and love:
020.00G.035 So we her ayres contemplate, words and heart,
020.00G.036 And virtues; but we love the Centrique part.
020.00G.037 Nor is the soul more worthy, or more fit
020.00G.038 For love, then this, as infinit as it.
020.00G.039 But in attaining this desired place
020.00G.040 How much they erre; that set out at the face?
020.00G.041 The hair a Forest is of Ambushes,
020.00G.042 Of springs, snares, fetters and manacles:
020.00G.043 The brow becalms us when 'tis smooth and plain,
020.00G.044 And when 'tis wrinckled, shipwracks us again.
020.00G.045 Smooth, 'tis a Paradice, where we would have
020.00G.046 Immortal stay, but wrinckled 'tis a grave.
020.00G.047 The Nose (like to the sweet Meridian) runs
020.00G.048 Not 'twixt an East and West, but 'twixt two suns;
020.00G.049 It leaves a Cheek, a rosie Hemisphere
020.00G.050 On either side, and then directs us where
020.00G.051 Upon the Islands fortunate we fall,
020.00G.052 Not faint Canaries, but Ambrosiall.
020.00G.053 Unto her swelling lips when we are come,
020.00G.054 We anchor there, and think our selves at home,
020.00G.055 For they seem all: there Syrens songs, and there
020.00G.056 Wise Delphick Oracles do fill the ear;
020.00G.057 Then in a Creek where chosen pearls do swell
020.00G.058 The Rhemora her cleaving tongue doth dwell.
020.00G.059 These, and (the glorious Promontory) her Chin
020.00G.060 Being past the Straits of Hellespont between
020.00G.061 The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts,
020.00G.062 (Not of two Lovers, but two loves the neasts)
020.00G.063 Succeeds a boundless sea, but yet thine eye
020.00G.064 Some Island moles may scattered there descry;
020.00G.065 And Sailng towards her India, in that way
020.00G.066 Shall at her fair Atlantick Naval stay;
020.00G.067 Though there the Current be the Pilot made,
020.00G.068 Yet ere thou be where thou should'st be embay'd,
020.00G.069 Thou shalt upon another Forest set,
020.00G.070 Where many Shipwrack, and no further get.
020.00G.071 When thou art there, consider what this chace
020.00G.072 Mispent by thy beginning at the face.
020.00G.073 Rather set out below; practice my Art,
020.00G.074 Some Symetry the foot hath with that part
020.00G.075 Which thou dost seek, and is thy Map for that
020.00G.076 Lovely enough to stop, but not stay at:
020.00G.077 Least subject to disguise and change it is;
020.00G.078 Men say the Devil never can change his.
020.00G.079 It is the Emblem that hath figured
020.00G.080 Firmness; 'tis the the first part that comes to bed.
020.00G.081 Civilitie we see refin'd: the kiss
020.00G.082 Which at the face began, transplanted is,
020.00G.083 Since to the hand, since to the imperial knee,
020.00G.084 Now at the Papal foot delights to be:
020.00G.085 If Kings think that the nearer way, and do
020.00G.086 Rise from the foot, Lovers may do so too.
020.00G.087 For as free Spheres move faster far then can
020.00G.088 Birds, whom the air resists, so may that man
020.00G.089 Which goes this empty and Aetherial way,
020.00G.090 Then if at beauties enemies he stay.
020.00G.091 Rich Nature hath in women wisely made
020.00G.092 Two purses, and their mouths aversely laid:
020.00G.093 They then, which to the lower tribute owe
020.00G.094 That way which that Exchequer looks, must go:
020.00G.095 He which doth not, his error is as great,
020.00G.096 As who by glister gives the Stomack meat.
021.00G.HE Elegie. XIIII.
021.00G.001 Since she must go, and I must mourn, come night
021.00G.002 Environ me with darkness, whilst I write:
021.00G.003 Shadow that hell unto me, which alone
021.00G.004 I am to suffer when my Love is gone.
021.00G.005 Alas the darkest Magick cannot do it,
021.00G.006 And that great Hell to boot are shadows to it.
021.00G.007 Should Cinthia quit thee Venus, and each starre,
021.00G.008 It would not forme one thought dark as mine are.
021.00G.009 I could lend them obscureness now, and say,
021.00G.010 Out of my self, There should be no more Day.
021.00G.011 Such is already my self-want of sight
021.00G.012 Did not the fire within me force a light.
021.00G.013 Oh Love, that fire and darkness should be mixt,
021.00G.014 Or to thy Triumphs such strange torments fixt?
021.00G.015 Is't because thou thy self art blind, that wee
021.00G.016 Thy Martyrs must no more each other see?
021.00G.017 Or tak'st thou pride to break us on thy wheel,
021.00G.018 And view old Chaos in the Pains we feel?
021.00G.019 Or have we left undone some mutual Right,
021.00G.020 That thus with parting thou seek'st us to spight?
021.00G.021 No, no. The falt is mine, impute it to me,
021.00G.022 Or rather to conspiring destinie,
021.00G.023 Which (since I lov'd) for me before decreed,
021.00G.024 That I should suffer when I lov'd indeed:
021.00G.025 And therefore sooner now then I can say,
021.00G.026 I saw the golden fruit, 'tis wrapt away.
021.00G.027 Or as I had watcht one drop in the vast stream,
021.00G.028 And I left wealthy only in a dream.
021.00G.029 Yet Love, thou'rt blinder then thy self in this,
021.00G.030 To vex my Dove-like friend for my amiss:
021.00G.031 And, where one sad truth may expiate
021.00G.032 Thy wrath, to make her fortune run my fate.
021.00G.033 So blinded Justice doth, when Favorites fall,
021.00G.034 Strike them, their house, their friends, their favourites all.
021.00G.035 Was't not enough that thou didst dart thy fires
021.00G.036 Inro our blouds, inflaming our desires,
021.00G.037 And made'st us sigh and blow, and pant, and burn,
021.00G.038 And then thy self into our flames did'st turn?
021.00G.039 Was't not enough, that thou didst hazard us
021.00G.040 To paths in love so dark and dangerous:
021.00G.041 And those so ambush'd round with houshold spies,
021.00G.042 And over all thy husbands towring eyes
021.00G.043 Inflam'd with th'ouglie sweat of jealousie,
021.00G.044 Yet went we not still on in Constancie?
021.00G.045 Have we for this kept guards, like spie on spie?
021.00G.046 Had correspondence whilst the foe stood by?
021.00G.047 Stoln (more to sweeten them) our many blisses
021.00G.048 Of meetings, conference, embracements, kisses?
021.00G.049 Shadow'd with negligence our best respects?
021.00G.050 Varied our language through all dialects,
021.00G.051 Of becks, winks, looks, and often under-boards
021.00G.052 Spoak dialogues with our feet far from our words?
021.00G.053 Have we prov'd all the secrets of our Art,
021.00G.054 Yea, thy pale inwards, and thy panting heart?
021.00G.055 And, after all this passed Purgatory,
021.00G.056 Must sad divorce make us the vulgar story?
021.00G.057 Frst let our eyes be rivited quite through
021.00G.058 Our turning brains, and both our lips grow to:
021.00G.059 Let our armes clasp like Ivy, and our fear
021.00G.060 Freese us together, that we may stick here,
021.00G.061 Till fortune, that would ruine us with the deed,
021.00G.062 Strain his eyes open, and yet make them bleed.
021.00G.063 For Love it cannot be, whom hitherto
021.00G.064 I have accus'd, should such a mischief doe.
021.00G.065 Oh fortune, thou'rt not worth my least exclame,
021.00G.066 And plague enough thou hast in thy own name.
021.00G.067 Do thy great worst, my friend and I have armes,
021.00G.068 Though notagainst thy strokes, against thy harme%Is.
021.00G.069 Rend us in sunder, thou canst not divide
021.00G.070 Our bodies so, but that our souls are ty'd,
021.00G.071 And we can love by letters still and gifts,
021.00G.072 And thoughts and dreams; Love never wanteth shifts,
021.00G.073 I will not look upon the quickning Sun,
021.00G.074 But straight her beauty to my sense shall run;
021.00G.075 The ayre shall note her soft, the fire most pure;
021.00G.076 Waters suggest her clear, and the earth sure;
021.00G.077 Time shall not lose our passages; the spring
021.00G.078 How fresh our love was in the beginning;
021.00G.079 The Summer how it inripened the year;
021.00G.080 And Autumn, what our golden harvests were.
021.00G.081 The Winter I'll not think on to spite thee,
021.00G.082 But count it a lost season, so shall shee.
021.00G.083 And dearest Friend, since we must part, drown night
021.00G.084 With hope of Day, burthens well born are light.
021.00G.085 The cold and darkness longer hang somewhere,
021.00G.086 Yet Phaebus equally lights all the Sphere.
021.00G.087 And what we cannot in like Portion pay,
021.00G.088 The world enjoyes in Mass, and so we may.
021.00G.089 Be then ever your self, and let no woe
021.00G.090 Win on your health, your youth, your beauty: so
021.00G.091 Declare your self base fortunes Enemy,
021.00G.092 No less be your contempt then her inconstancy:
021.00G.093 That I may grow enamoured on your mind,
021.00G.094 When my own thoughts I here neglected find.
021.00G.095 And this to th'comfort of my Dear I vow,
021.00G.096 My Deeds shall still be what my deeds are now;
021.00G.097 The Poles shall move to teach me ere I start;
021.00G.098 And when I change my Love, I'll change my heart;
021.00G.099 Nay, if I wax but cold in my desire,
021.00G.100 Think, heaven hath motion lost, and the world, fire:
021.00G.101 Much more I could, but many words have made
021.00G.102 That, oft suspected which men most perswade;
021.00G.103 Take therefore all in this: I love so true,
021.00G.104 As I will never look for less in you.
022.00A.001 To make the doubt cleare, that no woman's true,
022.00A.002 Was it my fate to prove it strong in you?
022.00A.003 Thought I, but one had breathed purest aire,
022.00A.004 And must she needs be false because she's faire?
022.00A.005 Is it your beauties marke, or of your youth,
022.00A.006 Or your perfection, not to study truth?
022.00A.007 Or thinke you heaven is deafe, or hath no eyes?
022.00A.008 Or those it hath, smile at your perjuries?
022.00A.009 Are vowes so cheape with women, or the matter
022.00A.010 Whereof they are made, that they are writ in water,
022.00A.011 And blowne away with winde? Or doth their breath
022.00A.012 (Both hot and cold) at once make life and death?
022.00A.013 Who could have thought so many accents sweet
022.00A.014 Form'd into words, so many sighs should meete
022.00A.015 As from our hearts, so many oathes, and teares
022.00A.016 Sprinkled among, (all sweeter by our feares
022.00A.017 And the divine impression of stolne kisses,
022.00A.018 That seal'd the rest) should now prove empty blisses?
022.00A.019 Did you draw bonds to forfet? signe to breake?
022.00A.020 Or must we reade you quite from what you speake,
022.00A.021 And finde the truth out the wrong way? or must
022.00A.022 Hee first desire you false, would wish you just?
022.00A.023 O I prophane, though most of women be
022.00A.024 This kinde of beast, my thought shall except thee;
022.00A.025 My dearest Love, though froward jealousie,
022.00A.026 With circumstance might urge thy'inconstancie,
022.00A.027 Sooner I'll thinke the Sunne will cease to cheare
022.00A.028 The teeming earth, and that forget to beare,
022.00A.029 Sooner that rivers will runne back, or Thames
022.00A.030 With ribs of Ice in June would bind his streames;
022.00A.031 Or Nature, by whose strength the world endures,
022.00A.032 Would change her course, before you alter yours;
022.00A.033 But O that treacherous breast to whom weake you
022.00A.034 Did trust our Counsells, and wee both may rue,
022.00A.035 Having his falshood found too late, 'twas hee
022.00A.036 That made me cast you guilty, and you me,
022.00A.037 Whilst he, black wrech, betray'd each simple word
022.00A.038 Wee spake, unto the cunning of a third;
022.00A.039 Curst may hee be, that so our love hath slaine,
022.00A.040 And wander on the earth, wretched as Cain,
022.00A.041 Wretched as hee, and not deserve least pitty;
022.00A.042 In plaguing him, let misery be witty;
022.00A.043 Let all eyes shunne him, and hee shunne each eye,
022.00A.044 Till hee be noysome as his infamie;
022.00A.045 May he without remorse deny God thrice,
022.00A.046 And not be trusted more on his Soules price;
022.00A.047 And after all selfe torment, when hee dyes,
022.00A.048 May Wolves teare out his heart, Vultures his eyes,
022.00A.049 Swine eate his bowels, and his falser tongue
022.00A.050 That utter'd all, be to some Raven flung,
022.00A.051 And let his carrion coarse be a longer feast
022.00A.052 To the Kings dogges; then any other beast;
022.00A.053 Now have I curst, let us our love revive;
022.00A.054 In mee the flame was never more alive;
022.00A.055 I could beginne againe to court and praise,
022.00A.056 And in that pleasure lengthen the short dayes
022.00A.057 Of my lifes lease; like Painters that do take
022.00A.058 Delight, not in made worke, but whiles they make;
022.00A.059 I could renew those times, when first I saw
022.00A.060 Love in your eyes, that gave my tongue the law
022.00A.061 To like what you lik'd; and at maskes and playes
022.00A.062 Commend the selfe same Actors, the same wayes;
022.00A.063 Aske how you did, and often with intent
022.00A.064 Of being officious, be impertinent;
022.00A.065 All which were such soft pastimes, as in these
022.00A.066 Love was as subtilly catch'd, as a disease;
022.00A.067 But being got it is a treasure sweet,
022.00A.068 Which to defend is harder then to get:
022.00A.069 And ought not be prophan'd on either part,
022.00A.070 For though 'tis got by chance, 'tis kept by art.
024.00A.0HE Sapho to Philaenis.
024.00A.001 VVhere is that holy fire, which Verse is said
024.00A.002 To have, is that inchanting force decai'd?
024.00A.003 Verse that drawes Natures workes, from Natures law,
024.00A.004 Thee, her best worke, to her worke cannot draw.
024.00A.005 Have my teares quench'd my old Poetique fire;
024.00A.006 Why quench'd they not as well, that of desire?
024.00A.007 Thoughts, my mindes creatures, often are with thee,
024.00A.008 But I, their maker; want their libertie.
024.00A.009 Onely thine image, in my heart, doth sit,
024.00A.010 But that is waxe, and fires environ it.
024.00A.011 My fires have driven, thine have drawne it hence;
024.00A.012 And I am rob'd of Picture, Heart, and Sense.
024.00A.013 Dwells with me still mine irksome Memory,
024.00A.014 Which, both to keepe, and lose, grieves equally.
024.00A.015 That tells me'how faire thou art: Thou art so faire,
024.00A.016 As, gods, when gods to thee I doe compare,
024.00A.017 Are grac'd thereby; And to make blinde men see,
024.00A.018 What things gods are, I say they'are like to thee.
024.00A.019 For, if we justly call each silly man
024.00A.020 A litle world, What shall we call thee than?
024.00A.021 Thou art not soft, and cleare, and strait, and faire,
024.00A.022 As Down,, as Stars, Cedars, and Lillies are,
024.00A.023 But thy right hand, and cheek, and eye, only
024.00A.024 Are like thy other hand, and cheek, and eye.
024.00A.025 Such was my Phao awhile, but shall be never,
024.00A.026 As thou, wast, art, and, oh, maist be ever.
024.00A.027 Here lovers sweare in their Idolatrie,
024.00A.028 That I am such; but Griefe discolors me.
024.00A.029 And yet I grieve the lesse, least Griefe remove
024.00A.030 My beauty, and make me'unworthy of thy love.
024.00A.031 Plaies some soft boy with thee, oh there wants yet
024.00A.032 A mutuall feeling which should sweeten it.
024.00A.033 His chinne, a thorny hairy unevennesse
024.00A.034 Doth threaten, and some daily change possesse.
024.00A.035 Thy body is a naturall Paradise,
024.00A.036 In whose selfe, unmanur'd, all pleasure lies,
024.00A.037 Nor needs perfection; why shouldst thou than
024.00A.038 Admit the tillage of a harsh rough man?
024.00A.039 Men leave behinde them that which their sin showes,
024.00A.040 And are, as theeves trac'd, which rob when it snows.
024.00A.041 But of our dallyance no more signes there are,
024.00A.042 Then fishes leave in streames, or Birds in aire.
024.00A.043 And betweene us all sweetnesse may be had;
024.00A.044 All, all that Nature yields, or Art can adde.
024.00A.045 My two lips, eyes, thighs, differ from thy two,
024.00A.046 But so, as thine from one another doe;
024.00A.047 And, oh, no more; the likenesse being such,
024.00A.048 Why should they not alike in all parts touch?
024.00A.049 Hand to strange hand, lippe to lippe none denies;
024.00A.050 Why should they brest to brest, or thighs to thighs?
024.00A.051 Likenesse begets such strange selfe flatterie,
024.00A.052 That touching my selfe, all seemes done to thee.
024.00A.053 My selfe I embrace, and mine owne hands I kisse,
024.00A.054 And amorously thanke my selfe for this.
024.00A.055 Me, in my glasse, I call thee; But alas,
024.00A.056 When I would kisse, teares dimme mine eyes, and glasse.
024.00A.057 O cure this loving madnesse, and restore
024.00A.058 Me to mee; shee, my halfe, my all, my more.
024.00A.059 So may thy cheekes red outweare scarlet dye,
024.00A.060 And their white, whitenesse of the Galaxy,
024.00A.061 So may thy mighty amazing beauty move
024.00A.062 Envy'in all women, and in all men, love,
024.00A.063 And so be change, and sicknesse, farre from thee,
024.00A.064 As thou by comming neere, keep'st them from me.
025.00A.001 Send home my long strayed eyes to mee,
025.00A.002 Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee,
025.00A.003 Yet since there they have learn'd such ill,
025.00A.004 Such forc'd fashions,
025.00A.005 And false passions,
025.00A.006 That they be
025.00A.007 Made by thee
025.00A.008 Fit for no good sight, keep them still.
025.00A.009 Send home my harmlesse heart againe,
025.00A.010 Which no unworthy thought could staine,
025.00A.011 Which if it be taught by thine
025.00A.012 To make jestings
025.00A.013 Of protestings,
025.00A.014 And breake both
025.00A.015 Word and oath,
025.00A.016 Keepe it, for then 'tis none of mine.
025.00A.017 Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
025.00A.018 That I may know, and see thy lyes,
025.00A.019 And may laugh and joy, when thou
025.00A.020 Art in anguish
025.00A.021 And dost languish
025.00A.022 For some one
025.00A.023 That will none,
025.00A.024 Or prove as false as thou art now.
026.00A.HE1 Witchcraft by a picture.
026.00A.001 I fixe mine eye on thine, and there
026.00A.002 Pitty my picture burning in thine eye,
026.00A.003 My picture drown'd in a transparent teare,
026.00A.004 When I looke lower I espie,
026.00A.005 Hadst thou the wicked skill
026.00A.006 By pictures made and mard, to kill?
026.00A.007 How many wayes mightst thou performe thy will?
026.00A.008 But now I have drunke thy sweet salt teares,
026.00A.009 And though thou poure more I'll depart;
026.00A.010 My picture vanish'd, vanish feares,
026.00A.011 That I can be endamag'd by that art;
026.00A.012 Though thou retaine of mee
026.00A.013 One picture more, yet that will bee,
026.00A.014 Being in thine owne heart, from all malice free.
027.00A.001 Come live with mee, and bee my love,
027.00A.002 And wee will some new pleasure prove
027.00A.003 Of golden sands, and christall brookes:
027.00A.004 With silken lines, and silver hookes.
027.00A.005 There will the river whispering runne
027.00A.006 Warm'd by thy eyes, more then the Sunne.
027.00A.007 And there th'inamor'd fish will stay,
027.00A.008 Begging themselves they may betray.
027.00A.009 When thou wilt swimme in that live bath,
027.00A.010 Each fish, which every channell hath,
027.00A.011 Will amorously to thee swimme,
027.00A.012 Gladder to catch thee, then thou him.
027.00A.013 If thou, to be so seene, beest loath,
027.00A.014 By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both,
027.00A.015 And if my self have leave to see,
027.00A.016 I need not their light, having thee.
027.00A.017 Let others freeze with angling reeds,
027.00A.018 And cut their legges, which shells and weeds,
027.00A.019 Or treacherously poore fish beset,
027.00A.020 With strangling snare, or windowie net:
027.00A.021 Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
027.00A.022 The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
027.00A.023 Or curious traitors, sleavesicke flies
027.00A.024 Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.
027.00A.025 For thee, thou needst no such deceit,
027.00A.026 For thou thy selfe art thine owne bait,
027.00A.027 That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,
027.00A.028 Alas, is wiser farre then I.
028.00A.HE1 The Apparition.
028.00A.001 When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am dead,
028.00A.002 And that thou thinkst thee free
028.00A.003 From all solicitation from mee,
028.00A.004 Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
028.00A.005 And thee fain'd vestall in worse armes shall see;
028.00A.006 Then thy sicke taper will begin to winke,
028.00A.007 And he, whose thou art then, being tyr'd before,
028.00A.008 Will, if thou stirre, or pinch to wake him, thinke
028.00A.009 Thou call'st for more,
028.00A.010 And in false sleepe will from thee shrinke,
028.00A.011 And then poore Aspen wretch, neglected thou
028.00A.012 Bath'd in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lye
028.00A.013 A veryer ghost then I;
028.00A.014 What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
028.00A.015 Lest that preserve thee'; and since my love is spent,
028.00A.016 I'had rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
028.00A.017 Then by my threatnings rest still innocent.
029.00A.HE1 The broken heart.
029.00A.001 He is starke mad, who ever sayes,
029.00A.002 That he hath beene in love an houre,
029.00A.003 Yet not that love so soone decayes,
029.00A.004 But that it can tenne in lesse space devour;
029.00A.005 Who will beleeve mee, if I sweare
029.00A.006 That I have had the plague a yeare?
029.00A.007 Who would not laugh at mee, if I should say,
029.00A.008 I saw a flaske of powder burne a day?
029.00A.009 Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
029.00A.010 If once into loves hands it come?
029.00A.011 All other griefes allow a part
029.00A.012 To other griefes, and aske themselves but some,
029.00A.013 They come to us, but us Love draws,
029.00A.014 Hee swallows us, and never chawes:
029.00A.015 By him, as by chain'd shot, whole rankes doe dye,
029.00A.016 He is the tyran Pike, our hearts the Frye.
029.00A.017 If 'twere not so, what did become
029.00A.018 Of my heart, when I first saw thee?
029.00A.019 I brought a heart into the roome,
029.00A.020 But from the roome, I carried none with mee;
029.00A.021 If it had gone to thee, I know
029.00A.022 Mine would have taught thine heart to show
029.00A.023 More pitty unto mee: but Love, alas
029.00A.024 At one first blow did shiver it as glasse.
029.00A.025 Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
029.00A.026 Nor any place be empty quite,
029.00A.027 Therefore I thinke my breast hath all
029.00A.028 Those peeces still, though they be not unite;
029.00A.029 And now as broken glasses show
029.00A.030 A hundred lesser faces, so
029.00A.031 My ragges of heart can like, wish, and adore,
029.00A.032 But after one such love, can love no more.
030.00B.001 Stand still, and I will read to thee
030.00B.002 A Lecture, Love, in loves philosophy.
030.00B.003 These three houres that we have spent,
030.00B.004 Walking here; Two shadowes went
030.00B.005 Along with us, which we our selves produc'd;
030.00B.006 But, now the Sunne is just aboue our head,
030.00B.007 We doe those shadowes tread;
030.00B.008 And to brave clearnesse all things are reduc'd.
030.00B.009 So whilst our infant loves did grow,
030.00B.010 Disguises did, and shadowes, flow,
030.00B.011 From us, and our cares; but, now 'tis not so.
030.00B.012 That love hath not attain'd the high'st degree,
030.00B.013 Which is still diligent lest others see.
030.00B.014 Except our loves at this noone stay,
030.00B.015 We shall new shadowes make the other way.
030.00B.016 As the first were made to blinde
030.00B.017 Others; these which come behinde
030.00B.018 Will worke upon our selves, and blind our eyes.
030.00B.019 If our loves faint, and westwardly decline;
030.00B.020 To me thou, falsly, thine,
030.00B.021 And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
030.00B.022 The morning shadowes weare away,
030.00B.023 But these grow longer all the day,
030.00B.024 But oh, loves day is short, if love decay.
030.00B.025 Love is a growing, or full constant light;
030.00B.026 And his short minute, after noone, is night.
031.00A.HE1 A Valediction forbidding mourning.
031.00A.001 As virtuous men passe mildly away,
031.00A.002 And whisper to their soules, to goe,
031.00A.003 Whilst some of their sad friends doe say,
031.00A.004 The breath goes now, and some say, no.
031.00A.005 So let us melt, and make no noise,
031.00A.006 No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
031.00A.007 T'were prophanation of our joyes
031.00A.008 To tell the layetie our love
031.00A.009 Moving of th'earth brings harmes and feares,
031.00A.010 Men reckon what it did and meant,
031.00A.011 But trepidation of the spheares,
031.00A.012 Though greater farre, is innocent.
031.00A.013 Dull sublunary lovers love
031.00A.014 (Whose soule is sense) cannot admit
031.00A.015 Absence, because it doth remove
031.00A.016 Those things which elemented it.
031.00A.017 But we by a love, so much refin'd,
031.00A.018 That our selves know not what it is,
031.00A.019 Inter-assured of the mind,
031.00A.020 Care lesse, eyes, lips, hands to misse.
031.00A.021 Our two soules therefore, which are one,
031.00A.022 Though I must goe, endure not yet
031.00A.023 A breach, but an expansion,
031.00A.024 Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate.
031.00A.025 If they be two, they are two so
031.00A.026 As stiffe twin compasses are two,
031.00A.027 Thy soule the fixt foot, makes no show
031.00A.028 To move, but doth, if the'other doe.
031.00A.029 And though it in the center sit,
031.00A.030 Yet when the other far doth rome,
031.00A.031 It leanes, and hearkens after it,
031.00A.032 And growes erect, as that comes home.
031.00A.033 Such wilt thou be to mee, who must
031.00A.034 Like th'other foot, obliquely runne.
031.00A.035 Thy firmnes makes my circle just,
031.00A.036 And makes me end, where I begunne.
032.00A.HE1 The good-morrow.
032.00A.001 I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
032.00A.002 Did, till we lov'd, were we not wean'd till then?
032.00A.003 But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
032.00A.004 Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
032.00A.005 T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
032.00A.006 If ever any beauty I did see,
032.00A.007 Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dreame of thee.
032.00A.008 And now good morrow to our waking soules,
032.00A.009 Which watch not one another out of feare;
032.00A.010 For love, all love of other sights controules,
032.00A.011 And makes one little roome, an every where.
032.00A.012 Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
032.00A.013 Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
032.00A.014 Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one.
032.00A.015 My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
032.00A.016 And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
032.00A.017 Where can we finde two better hemispheares
032.00A.018 Without sharpe North, without declining West?
032.00A.019 What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
032.00A.020 If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
032.00A.021 Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.
033.00A.001 Goe, and catche a falling starre,
033.00A.002 Get with child a mandrake roote,
033.00A.003 Tell me, where all past yeares are,
033.00A.004 Or who cleft the Divels foot,
033.00A.005 Teach me to heare Mermaides singing,
033.00A.006 Or to keep off envies stinging,
033.00A.007 And finde
033.00A.008 What winde
033.00A.009 Serves to advance an honest minde.
033.00A.010 If thou beest borne to strange sights,
033.00A.011 Things invisible to see,
033.00A.012 Ride ten thousand daies and nights,
033.00A.013 Till age snow white haires on thee,
033.00A.014 Thou, when thou retorn'st, wilt tell mee
033.00A.015 All strange wonders that befell thee,
033.00A.016 And sweare
033.00A.017 No where
033.00A.018 Lives a woman true, and faire.
033.00A.019 If thou findst one, let mee know,
033.00A.020 Such a Pilgrimage were sweet,
033.00A.021 Yet doe not, I would not goe,
033.00A.022 Though at next doore wee might meet,
033.00A.023 Though shee were true, when you met her,
033.00A.024 And last, till you write your letter,
033.00A.025 Yet shee
033.00A.026 Will bee
033.00A.027 False, ere I come, to two, or three.
034.00A.HE1 Womans constancy.
034.00A.001 Now thou hast lov'd me one whole day,
034.00A.002 To morrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?
034.00A.003 Wilt thou then Antedate some new made vow?
034.00A.004 Or say that now
034.00A.005 We are not just those persons, which we were?
034.00A.006 Or, that oathes made in reverentiall feare
034.00A.007 Of Love, and his wrath, any may forsweare?
034.00A.008 Or, as true deaths, true maryages untie,
034.00A.009 So lovers contracts, images of those,
034.00A.010 Binde but till sleep, deaths image, them unloose?
034.00A.011 Or, your owne end to Justifie,
034.00A.012 For having purpos'd change, and falsehood; you
034.00A.013 Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
034.00A.014 Vaine lunatique, against these scapes I could
034.00A.015 Dispute, and conquer, if I would,
034.00A.016 Which I abstaine to doe,
034.00A.017 For by to morrow, I may thinke so too.
035.00A.001 Image of her whom I love, more then she,
035.00A.002 Whose faire impression in my faithfull heart,
035.00A.003 Makes mee her Medall, and makes her love mee,
035.00A.004 As Kings do coynes, to which their stamps impart
035.00A.005 The value: goe, and take my heart from hence,
035.00A.006 Which now is growne too great and good for me.
035.00A.007 Honours oppresse weake spirits, and our sense,
035.00A.008 Strong objects dull, the more, the lesse wee see.
035.00A.009 When you are gone, and Reason gone with you,
035.00A.010 Then Fantasie is Queene and Soule, and all;
035.00A.011 She can present joyes meaner then you do;
035.00A.012 Convenient, and more proportionall.
035.00A.013 So, if I dreame I have you, I have you,
035.00A.014 For, all our joyes are but fantasticall.
035.00A.015 And so I scape the paine, for paine is true;
035.00A.016 And sleepe which locks up sense, doth lock out all.
035.00A.017 After a such fruition I shall wake,
035.00A.018 And, but the waking, nothing shall repent;
035.00A.019 And shall to love more thankfull Sonnets make,
035.00A.020 Then if more honour, teares, and paines were spent.
035.00A.021 But dearest heart, and dearer image stay;
035.00A.022 Alas, true joyes at best are dreame enough;
035.00A.023 Though you stay here you passe too fast away:
035.00A.024 For even at first lifes Taper is a snuffe.
035.00A.025 Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown
035.00A.026 Mad with much heart, then ideott with none.
036.00A.HE1 The Sunne Rising.
036.00A.001 Busie old foole, unruly Sunne,
036.00A.002 Why dost thou thus,
036.00A.003 Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us?
036.00A.004 Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
036.00A.005 Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide
036.00A.006 Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices,
036.00A.007 Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride,
036.00A.008 Call countrey ants to harvest offices,
036.00A.009 Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme,
036.00A.010 Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time.
036.00A.011 Thy beames, so reverend, and strong
036.00A.012 Why shouldst thou thinke?
036.00A.013 I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke,
036.00A.014 But that I would not lose her sight so long:
036.00A.015 If her eyes have not blinded thine,
036.00A.016 Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee,
036.00A.017 Whether both the'India's of spice and Myne
036.00A.018 Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee.
036.00A.019 Aske for those Kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
036.00A.020 And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay.
036.00A.021 She'is all States, and all Princes, I,
036.00A.022 Nothing else is.
036.00A.023 Princes doe but play us, compar'd to this,
036.00A.024 All honor's mimique; All wealth alchimie;
036.00A.025 Thou sunne art halfe as happy'as wee,
036.00A.026 In that the world's contracted thus.
036.00A.027 Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee
036.00A.028 To warme the world, that's done in warming us.
036.00A.029 Shine here to us, and thou art every where;
036.00A.030 This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare.
037.00A.HE1 The Indifferent.
037.00A.001 I can love both faire and browne,
037.00A.002 Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betraies,
037.00A.003 Her who loves lonenesse best, and her who maskes and plaies,
037.00A.004 Her whom the country form'd, & whom the town,
037.00A.005 Her who beleeves, and her who tries,
037.00A.006 Her who still weepes with spungie eyes,
037.00A.007 And her who is dry corke, and never cries;
037.00A.008 I can love her, and her, and you and you,
037.00A.009 I can love any, so she be not true.
037.00A.010 Will no other vice content you?
037.00A.011 Wil it not serve your turn to do, as did your mothers?
037.00A.012 Or have you all old vices spent, and now would finde out others?
037.00A.013 Or doth a feare, that men are true, tor-ment you?
037.00A.014 Oh we are not, be not you so,
037.00A.015 Let mee, and doe you, twenty know.
037.00A.016 Rob mee, but binde me not, and let me goe.
037.00A.017 Must I, who came to travaile thorow you,
037.00A.018 Grow your fixt subject, because you are true?
037.00A.019 Venus heard me sigh this song,
037.00A.020 And by Loves sweetest Part, Variety, she swore,
037.00A.021 She heard not this till now; and that it should be so no more.
037.00A.022 She went, examin'd, and return'd ere long,
037.00A.023 And said, alas, Some two or three
037.00A.024 Poore Heretiques in love there bee,
037.00A.025 Which thinke to stablish dangerous constancie.
037.00A.026 But I have told them, since you will be true,
037.00A.027 You shall be true to them, who'are false to you.
038.00A.HE1 Loves Vsury.
038.00A.001 For every houre that thou wilt spare mee now,
038.00A.002 I will allow,
038.00A.003 Usurious God of Love, twenty to thee,
038.00A.004 When with my browne, my gray haires equall bee;
038.00A.005 Till then, Love, let my body raigne, and let
038.00A.006 Mee travell, sojourne, snatch, plot, have, forget,
038.00A.007 Resume my last yeares relict: thinke that yet
038.00A.008 We'had never met.
038.00A.009 Let mee thinke any rivalls letter mine,
038.00A.010 And at next nine
038.00A.011 Keepe midnights promise; mistake by the way
038.00A.012 The maid, and tell the Lady of that delay;
038.00A.013 Onely let mee love none, no, not the sport
038.00A.014 From country grasse, to comfitures of Court,
038.00A.015 Or cities quelque choses, let report
038.00A.016 My minde transport.
038.00A.017 This bargaine's good; if when I'am old, I bee
038.00A.018 Inflam'd by thee,
038.00A.019 If thine owne honour, or my shame, or paine,
038.00A.020 Thou covet most, at that age thou shalt gaine.
038.00A.021 Doe thy will then, then subject and degree,
038.00A.022 And fruit of love, Love I submit to thee,
038.00A.023 Spare mee till then, I'll beare it, though she bee
038.00A.024 One that loves mee.
039.00A.HE1 The Canonization.
039.00A.001 For Godsake hold your tongue, and let me love,
039.00A.002 Or chide my palsie, or my gout,
039.00A.003 My five gray haires, or ruin'd fortune flout,
039.00A.004 With wealth your state, your minde with Arts improve
039.00A.005 Take you a course, get you a place,
039.00A.006 Observe his honour, or his grace,
039.00A.007 Or the Kings reall, or his stamped face
039.00A.008 Contemplate, what you will, approve,
039.00A.009 So you will let me love.
039.00A.010 Alas, alas, who's injur'd by my love?
039.00A.011 What merchants ships have my sighs drown'd?
039.00A.012 Who saies my teares have overflow'd his ground?
039.00A.013 When did my colds a forward spring remove?
039.00A.014 When did the heats which my veines fill
039.00A.015 Adde one more, to the plaguie Bill?
039.00A.016 Soldiers finde warres, and Lawyers finde out still
039.00A.017 Litigious men, which quarrels move,
039.00A.018 Though she and I do love.
039.00A.019 Call us what you will, wee are made such by love;
039.00A.020 Call her one, mee another flye,
039.00A.021 We'are Tapers too, and at our owne cost die,
039.00A.022 And wee in us finde the'Eagle and the dove,
039.00A.023 The Phoenix ridle hath more wit
039.00A.024 By us, we two being one, are it.
039.00A.025 So, to one neutrall thing both sexes fit.
039.00A.026 Wee dye and rise the same, and prove
039.00A.027 Mysterious by this love.
039.00A.028 Wee can dye by it, if not live by love,
039.00A.029 And if unfit for tombes and hearse
039.00A.030 Our legends bee, it will be fit for verse;
039.00A.031 And if no peece of Chronicle wee prove,
039.00A.032 We'll build in sonnets pretty roomes;
039.00A.033 As well a well wrought urne becomes
039.00A.034 The greatest ashes, as halfe-acre tombes,
039.00A.035 And by these hymnes, all shall approve
039.00A.036 Us Canoniz'd for Love.
039.00A.037 And thus invoke us; You whom reverend love
039.00A.038 Made one anothers hermitage;
039.00A.039 You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage,
039.00A.040 Who did the whole worlds soule contract, & drove
039.00A.041 Into the glasses of your eyes
039.00A.042 So made such mirrors, and such spies,
039.00A.043 That they did all to you epitomize,
039.00A.044 Countries, Townes, Courts: Beg frow above
039.00A.045 A patterne of our love.
040.00A.HE1 The triple Foole.
040.00A.001 I am two fooles, I know,
040.00A.002 For loving, and for saying so
040.00A.003 In whining Poetry;
040.00A.004 But where's that wiseman, that would not be I,
040.00A.005 If she would not deny?
040.00A.006 Then as th'earths inward narrow crooked lanes
040.00A.007 Do purge sea waters fretfull salt away,
040.00A.008 I thought, if I could draw my paines,
040.00A.009 Through Rimes vexation, I should them allay,
040.00A.010 Griefe brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
040.00A.011 For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
040.00A.012 But when I have done so,
040.00A.013 Some man, his art and voice to show,
040.00A.014 Doth Set and sing my paine,
040.00A.015 And, by delighting many, frees againe
040.00A.016 Griefe, which verse did restraine.
040.00A.017 To Love, and Griefe tribute of Verse belongs,
040.00A.018 But not of such as pleases when'tis read,
040.00A.019 Both are increased by such songs:
040.00A.020 For both their triumphs so are published,
040.00A.021 And I, which was two fooles, do so grow three;
040.00A.022 Who are a little wise, the best fooles bee.
041.00A.HE1 Lovers infinitenesse.
041.00A.001 If yet I have not all thy love,
041.00A.002 Deare, I shall never have it all,
041.00A.003 I cannot breath one other sigh, to move;
041.00A.004 Nor can intreat one other teare to fall.
041.00A.005 And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,
041.00A.006 Sighs, teares and oathes, and letters I have spent,
041.00A.007 Yet no more can be due to mee,
041.00A.008 Then at the bargaine made was ment,
041.00A.009 If then thy gift of love were partiall,
041.00A.010 That some to mee, some should to others fall,
041.00A.011 Deare, I shall never have Thee All.
041.00A.012 Or if then thou gavest mee all,
041.00A.013 All was but All, which thou hadst then,
041.00A.014 But if in thy heart, since, there be or shall,
041.00A.015 New love created bee, by other men,
041.00A.016 Which have their stocks intire, and can in teares,
041.00A.017 In sighs, in oathes, and letters outbid mee,
041.00A.018 This new love may beget new feares,
041.00A.019 For, this love was not vowed by thee,
041.00A.020 And yet is was, thy gift being generall,
041.00A.021 The ground, thy heart is mine, what ever shall
041.00A.022 Grow there, deare, I should have it all.
041.00A.023 Yet I would not have all yet,
041.00A.024 Hee that hath all can have no more,
041.00A.025 And since my love doth every day admit
041.00A.026 New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store;
041.00A.027 Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
041.00A.028 If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it:
041.00A.029 Loves riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
041.00A.030 It stayes at home, and thou with losing savest it:
041.00A.031 But wee will have a way more liberall,
041.00A.032 Then changing hearts, to joyne them, so wee shall
041.00A.033 Be one, and one anothers All.
042.00A.001 Sweetest love, I do not goe,
042.00A.002 For wearinesse of thee,
042.00A.003 Nor in hope the world can show
042.00A.004 A fitter Love for mee,
042.00A.005 But since that I
042.00A.006 Must dye at last, 'tis best,
042.00A.007 To use my selfe in jest
042.00A.008 Thus by fain'd deaths to dye;
042.00A.009 Yesternight the Sunne went hence,
042.00A.010 And yet is here to day,
042.00A.011 He hath no desire nor sense,
042.00A.012 Nor halfe so short a way:
042.00A.013 Then feare not mee,
042.00A.014 But beleeve that I shall make
042.00A.015 Speedier journeyes, since I take
042.00A.016 More wings and spurres then hee.
042.00A.017 O how feeble is mans power,
042.00A.018 That if good fortune fall,
042.00A.019 Cannot adde another houre,
042.00A.020 Nor a lost hour recall?
042.00A.021 But come bad chance,
042.00A.022 And wee joyne to'it our strength,
042.00A.023 And wee teach it art and length,
042.00A.024 It selfe o'r us to'advance.
042.00A.025 When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not winde,
042.00A.026 But sigh'st my soule away,
042.00A.027 When thou weep'st, unkindly kinde,
042.00A.028 My lifes blood doth decay.
042.00A.029 It cannot bee
042.00A.030 That thou lov'st mee, as thou say'st,
042.00A.031 If in thine my life thou waste,
042.00A.032 Thou art the best of mee.
042.00A.033 Let not thy divining heart
042.00A.034 Forethinke me any ill,
042.00A.035 Destiny may take thy part,
042.00A.036 And may thy feares fulfill,
042.00A.037 But thinke that wee
042.00A.038 Are but turn'd aside to sleepe;
042.00A.039 They who one another keepe
042.00A.040 Alive, ne'r parted bee.
043.00A.HE1 The Legacie.
043.00A.001 When I dyed last, and, Deare, I dye
043.00A.002 As often as from thee I goe,
043.00A.003 Though it be but an houre agoe,
043.00A.004 And Lovers houres be full eternity,
043.00A.005 I can remember yet, that I
043.00A.006 Something did say, and something did bestow;
043.00A.007 Though I be dead, which sent mee, I should be
043.00A.008 Mine owne executor and Legacie.
043.00A.009 I heard mee say, Tell her anon,
043.00A.010 That my selfe, that's you, not I,
043.00A.011 Did kill me, and when I felt mee dye,
043.00A.012 I bid mee send my heart, when I was gone,
043.00A.013 But I alas could there finde none,
043.00A.014 When I had ripp'd me, 'and search'd where hearts did lye,
043.00A.015 It kill'd mee againe, that I who still was true,
043.00A.016 In life, in my last Will should cozen you.
043.00A.017 Yet I found something like a heart,
043.00A.018 But colours it, and corners had,
043.00A.019 It was not good, it was not bad,
043.00A.020 It was intire to none, and few had part.
043.00A.021 As good as could be made by art
043.00A.022 It seem'd, and therfore for our losses sad,
043.00A.023 I meant to send this heart in stead of mine,
043.00A.024 But oh, no man could hold it, for twas thine.
044.00A.HE1 A Feaver.
044.00A.001 Oh doe not die, for I shall hate
044.00A.002 All women so, when thou art gone,
044.00A.003 That thee I shall not celebrate,
044.00A.004 When I remember, thou wast one.
044.00A.005 But yet thou canst not die, I know,
044.00A.006 To leave this world behinde, is death,
044.00A.007 But when thou from this world wilt goe,
044.00A.008 The whole world vapours with thy breath.
044.00A.009 Or if, when thou, the worlds soule, goest,
044.00A.010 It stay, tis but thy carkasse then,
044.00A.011 The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
044.00A.012 But corrupt wormes, the worthyest men.
044.00A.013 O wrangling schooles, that search what fire
044.00A.014 Shall burne this world, had none the wit
044.00A.015 Unto this knowledge to aspire,
044.00A.016 That this her feaver might be it?
044.00A.017 And yet she cannot wast by this,
044.00A.018 Nor long beare this torturing wrong,
044.00A.019 For much corruption needfull is
044.00A.020 To fuell such a feaver long.
044.00A.021 These burning fits but meteors bee,
044.00A.022 Whose matter in thee is soone spent.
044.00A.023 Thy beauty, 'and all parts, which are thee,
044.00A.024 Are unchangeable firmament.
044.00A.025 Yet t'was of my minde, seising thee,
044.00A.026 Though it in thee cannot persever.
044.00A.027 For I had rather owner bee
044.00A.028 Of thee one houre, then all else ever.
045.00A.HE1 Aire and Angels.
045.00A.001 Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
045.00A.002 Before I knew thy face or name;
045.00A.003 So in a voice, so in a shapelesse flame,
045.00A.004 Angells affect us oft, and worship'd bee,
045.00A.005 Still when, to where thou wert, I came
045.00A.006 Some lovely glorious nothing I did see,
045.00A.007 But since, my soule, whose child love is,
045.00A.008 Takes limmes of flesh, and else could nothing doe,
045.00A.009 More subtile then the parent is,
045.00A.010 Love must not be, but take a body too,
045.00A.011 And therfore what thou wert, and who
045.00A.012 I bid Love aske, and now
045.00A.013 That it assume thy body, I allow,
045.00A.014 And fixe it selfe in thy lip, eye, and brow.
045.00A.015 Whilst thus to a ballast love, I thought,
045.00A.016 And so more steddily to have gone,
045.00A.017 With wares which would sinke admiration,
045.00A.018 I saw, I had loves pinnace overfraught,
045.00A.019 Ev'ry thy haire for love to worke upon
045.00A.020 Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
045.00A.021 For, nor in nothing, nor in things
045.00A.022 Extreme, and scattring bright, can love inhere;
045.00A.023 Then as an Angell, face, and wings
045.00A.024 Of aire, not pure as it, yet pure doth weare,
045.00A.025 So thy love may be my loves spheare;
045.00A.026 Just such disparitie
045.00A.027 As is twixt Aire and Angells puritie,
045.00A.028 'Twixt womens love, and mens will ever bee.
046.00A.HE1 Breake of day.
046.00A.001 'Tis true, 'tis day, what though it be?
046.00A.002 O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
046.00A.003 Why should we rise, because 'tis light?
046.00A.004 Did we lie downe, because 'twas night?
046.00A.005 Love which in spight of darknesse brought us hether,
046.00A.006 Should in despight of light keepe us together.
046.00A.007 Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
046.00A.008 If it could speake as well as spie,
046.00A.009 This were the worst, that it could say,
046.00A.010 That being well, I faine would stay,
046.00A.011 And that I lov'd my heart and honor so,
046.00A.012 That I would not from him, that had them, goe.
046.00A.013 Must businesse thee from hence remove?
046.00A.014 Oh, that's the worst disease of love,
046.00A.015 The poore, the foule, the false, love can
046.00A.016 Admit, but not the busied man.
046.00A.017 He which hath businesse, and makes love, doth doe
046.00A.018 Such wrong, as when a maryed man doth wooe.
047.00A.HE1 The Prohibition.
047.00A.001 Take heed of loving mee,
047.00A.002 At least remember, I forbade it thee;
047.00A.003 Not that I shall repaire my'unthrifty wast
047.00A.004 Of Breath and Blood, upon thy sighes, and teares,
047.00A.005 By being to mee then that which thou wast;
047.00A.006 But, so great Joy, our life at once outweares,
047.00A.007 Then, least thy love, by my death, frustrate bee,
047.00A.008 If thou love mee, take heed of loving mee.
047.00A.009 Take heed of hating mee,
047.00A.010 Or too much triumph in the Victorie.
047.00A.011 Not that I shall be mine owne officer,
047.00A.012 And hate with hate againe retaliate;
047.00A.013 But thou wilt lose the stile of conquerour,
047.00A.014 If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate.
047.00A.015 Then, least my being nothing lessen thee,
047.00A.016 If thou hate mee, take heed of hating mee.
047.00A.017 Yet, love and hate mee too,
047.00A.018 So, these extreames shall ne'r their office doe;
047.00A.019 Love mee, that I may die the gentler way;
047.00A.020 Hate mee, because thy love is too great for mee;
047.00A.021 Or let these two, themselves, not me decay;
047.00A.022 So shall I live thy stay, not triumph bee;
047.00A.023 Lest thou thy love and hate and mee undoe
047.00A.024 To let mee live, Oh love and hate mee too.
048.00A.HE1 The Anniversarie.
048.00A.001 All Kings, and all their favorites,
048.00A.002 All glory of honors, beauties, wits,
048.00A.003 The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe,
048.00A.004 Is elder by a yeare, now, then it was
048.00A.005 When thou and I first one another saw:
048.00A.006 All other things, to their destruction draw,
048.00A.007 Only our love hath no decay;
048.00A.008 This, no to morrow hath, nor yesterday,
048.00A.009 Running it never runs from us away,
048.00A.010 But truly keepes his first, last, everlasting day.
048.00A.011 Two graves must hide thine and my coarse,
048.00A.012 If one might, death were no divorce,
048.00A.013 Alas, as well as other Princes, wee,
048.00A.014 (Who Prince enough in one another bee,)
048.00A.015 Must leave at last in death, these eyes, and eares,
048.00A.016 Oft fed with true oathes, and with sweet salt teares;
048.00A.017 But soules where nothing dwells but love;
048.00A.018 (All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove
048.00A.019 This, or a love increased there above,
048.00A.020 When bodies to their graves, soules from their graves remove.
048.00A.021 And then wee shall be throughly blest,
048.00A.022 But now no more, then all the rest.
048.00A.023 Here upon earth, we'are Kings, and none but wee
048.00A.024 Can be such Kings, nor of such subjects bee;
048.00A.025 Who is so safe as wee? where none can doe
048.00A.026 Treason to us, except one of us two.
048.00A.027 True and false feares let us refraine,
048.00A.028 Let us love nobly, and live, and adde againe
048.00A.029 Yeares and yeares unto yeares, till we attaine
048.00A.030 To write threescore, this is the second of our raigne.
049.00A.HE1 A Valediction of my name, in the window.
049.00A.001 My name engrav'd herein,
049.00A.002 Doth contribute my firmnesse to this glasse,
049.00A.003 Which, ever since that charme, hath beene
049.00A.004 As hard, as that which grav'd it, was,
049.00A.005 Thine eye will give it price enough, to mock
049.00A.006 The diamonds of either rock.
049.00A.007 'Tis much that Glasse should bee
049.00A.008 As all confessing, and through-shine as I,
049.00A.009 'Tis more, that it shewes thee to thee,
049.00A.010 And cleare reflects thee to thine eye.
049.00A.011 But all such rules, loves magique can undoe,
049.00A.012 Here you see mee, and I am you.
049.00A.013 As no one point, nor dash,
049.00A.014 Which are but accessaries to this name,
049.00A.015 The showers and tempests can outwash,
049.00A.016 So shall all times finde mee the same;
049.00A.017 You this intirenesse better may fulfill,
049.00A.018 Who have the patterne with you still.
049.00A.019 Or if too hard and deepe
049.00A.020 This learning be, for a scratch'd name to teach,
049.00A.021 It, as a given deaths head keepe,
049.00A.022 Lovers mortalitie to preach,
049.00A.023 Or thinke this ragged bony name to bee
049.00A.024 My ruinous Anatomie.
049.00A.025 Then, as all my soules bee,
049.00A.026 Emparadis'd in you, (in whom alone
049.00A.027 I understand, and grow and see,)
049.00A.028 The rafters of my body, bone
049.00A.029 Being still with you, the Muscle, Sinew, and Veine,
049.00A.030 Which tile this house, will come againe.
049.00A.031 Till my returne, repaire
049.00A.032 And recompact my scattered body so.
049.00A.033 As all the vertuous powers which are
049.00A.034 Fix'd in the starres, are said to flow,
049.00A.035 Into such characters, as graved bee
049.00A.036 When these starres have supremacie:
049.00A.037 So since this name was cut
049.00A.038 When love and griefe their exaltation had,
049.00A.039 No doore'gainst this names influence shut,
049.00A.040 As much more loving, as more sad,
049.00A.041 'Twill make thee; and thou shouldst, till I returne,
049.00A.042 Since I die daily, daily mourne.
049.00A.043 When thy inconsiderate hand
049.00A.044 Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name,
049.00A.045 To looke on one, whose wit or land,
049.00A.046 New battry to thy heart may frame,
049.00A.047 Then thinke this name alive, and that thou thus
049.00A.048 In it offendst my Genius.
049.00A.049 And when thy melted maid,
049.00A.050 Corrupted by thy Lover's gold, and page,
049.00A.051 His letter at thy pillow'hath laid,
049.00A.052 Disputed it, and tam'd thy rage,
049.00A.053 And thou begin'st to thaw towards him, for this,
049.00A.054 May my name step in, and hide his.
049.00A.055 And if this treason goe
049.00A.056 To an overt act, and that thou write againe;
049.00A.057 In superscribing, this name flow
049.00A.058 Into thy fancy, from the pane.
049.00A.059 So, in forgetting thou remembrest right,
049.00A.060 And unaware to mee shalt write.
049.00A.061 But glasse, and lines must bee,
049.00A.062 No means our firme substantiall love to keepe;
049.00A.063 Neere death inflicts this lethargie,
049.00A.064 And this I murmure in my sleepe;
049.00A.065 Impute this idle talke, to that I goe,
049.00A.066 For dying men talke often so.
050.00A.HE1 The Autumnall.
050.00A.001 No Spring, nor Summer Beauty hath such grace,
050.00A.002 As I have seen in one Autumnall face,
050.00A.003 Yong Beauties force our love, and that's a Rape,
050.00A.004 This doth but counsaile, yet you cannot scape.
050.00A.005 If t'were a shame to love, here t'were no shame,
050.00A.006 Affections here take Reverences name.
050.00A.007 Were her first yeares the Golden Age; That's true,
050.00A.008 But now they'are gold oft tried, and ever new.
050.00A.009 That was her torrid and inflaming time,
050.00A.010 This is her tolerable Tropique clyme.
050.00A.011 Faire eyes, who askes more heate then comes from hence,
050.00A.012 He in a fever wishes pestilence.
050.00A.013 Call not these wrinkles, graves; If graves they were,
050.00A.014 They were Loves graves; for else he is no where.
050.00A.015 Yet lies not love dead here, but here doth sit
050.00A.016 Vow'd to this trench, like an Anachorit.
050.00A.017 And here, till hers, which must be his death, come,
050.00A.018 He doth not digge a Grave, but build a Tombe.
050.00A.019 Here dwells he, though he sojourne ev'ry where,
050.00A.020 In Progresse, yet his standing house is here.
050.00A.021 Here, where still Evening is; not noone, nor night;
050.00A.022 Where no voluptuousnesse,, yet all delight.
050.00A.023 In all her words, unto all hearers fit,
050.00A.024 You may at Revels, you at counsaile, sit.
050.00A.025 This is loves timber, youth his under-wood;
050.00A.026 There he, as wine in Iune, enrages blood,
050.00A.027 Which then comes seasonabliest, when our tast
050.00A.028 And appetite to other things, is past;
050.00A.029 Xerxes strange Lydian love, the Platane tree,
050.00A.030 Was lov'd for age, none being so large as shee,
050.00A.031 Or else because, being yong, nature did blesse
050.00A.032 Her youth with ages glory, Barrennesse.
050.00A.033 If we love things long sought, Age is a thing
050.00A.034 Which we are fifty yeares in compassing.
050.00A.035 If transitory things, which soone decay,
050.00A.036 Age must be lovelyest at the latest day.
050.00A.037 But name not Winter-faces, whose skin's slacke;
050.00A.038 Lanke, as an unthrifts purse; but a soules sacke;
050.00A.039 Whose Eyes seeke light within, for all here's shade;
050.00A.040 Whose mouthes are holes, rather worne out, then made
050.00A.041 Whose every tooth to a severall place is gone,
050.00A.042 To vexe their soules at Resurrection;
050.00A.043 Name not these living Deaths-heads unto mee,
050.00A.044 For these, not Ancient, but Antique be;
050.00A.045 I hate extreames; yet I had rather stay
050.00A.046 With Tombs, then Cradles, to weare out a day.
050.00A.047 Since such loves motion natural is, may still
050.00A.048 My love descend, and journey downe the hill,
050.00A.049 Not panting after growing beauties, so,
050.00A.050 I shall ebbe out with them, who home-ward goe.
051.00A.HE1 Twicknam garden.
051.00A.001 Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares,
051.00A.002 Hither I come to seeke the spring,
051.00A.003 And at mine eyes, and at mine eares,
051.00A.004 Receive such balmes, as else cure every thing,
051.00A.005 But O, selfe traytor, I do bring
051.00A.006 The spider love, which transubstantiates all,
051.00A.007 And can convert Manna to gall,
051.00A.008 And that this place may thoroughly be thought
051.00A.009 True Paradise, I have the serpent brought.
051.00A.010 'Twere wholsomer for mee, that winter did
051.00A.011 Benight the glory of this place,
051.00A.012 And that a grave frost did forbid
051.00A.013 These trees to laugh and mocke mee to my face;
051.00A.014 But that I may not this disgrace
051.00A.015 Indure, nor yet leave loving, Love let mee
051.00A.016 Some senslesse peece of this place bee;
051.00A.017 Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,
051.00A.018 Or a stone fountaine weeping out my yeare.
051.00A.019 Hither with christall vyals, lovers come,
051.00A.020 And take my teares, which are loves wine,
051.00A.021 And try your mistresse Teares at home,
051.00A.022 For all are false, that tast not just like mine;
051.00A.023 Alas, hearts do not in eyes shine,
051.00A.024 Nor can you more judge womens thoughts by teares,
051.00A.025 Then by her shadow, what she weares.
051.00A.026 O perverse sexe, where none is true but shee,
051.00A.027 Who's therefore true, because her truth kills mee.
052.00A.HE1 Valediction to his booke.
052.00A.001 Ill tell thee now (deare Love) what thou shalt doe
052.00A.002 To anger destiny, as she doth us,
052.00A.003 How I shall stay, though she Esloygne me thus
052.00A.004 And how posterity shall know it too;
052.00A.005 How thine may out-endure
052.00A.006 Sybills glory, and obscure
052.00A.007 Her who from Pindar could allure,
052.00A.008 And her, through whose helpe Lucan is not lame,
052.00A.009 And her, whose booke (they say) Homer did finde, and name.
052.00A.010 Study our manuscripts, those Myriades
052.00A.011 Of letters, which have past twixt thee and mee,
052.00A.012 Thence write our Annals, and in them will bee
052.00A.013 To all whom loves subliming fire invades,
052.00A.014 Rule and example found;
052.00A.015 There, the faith of any ground
052.00A.016 No schismatique will dare to wound,
052.00A.017 That sees, how Love this grace to us affords,
052.00A.018 To make, to keep, to use, to be these his Records.
052.00A.019 This Booke, as long-liv'd as the elements,
052.00A.020 Or as the worlds forme, this all-graved tome
052.00A.021 In cypher writ, or new made Idiome;
052.00A.022 Wee for loves clergie only'are instruments,
052.00A.023 When this booke is made thus,
052.00A.024 Should againe the ravenous
052.00A.025 Vandals and the Goths invade us,
052.00A.026 Learning were safe; in this our Universe
052.00A.027 Schooles might learne Sciences, Spheares Musick, Angels Verse.
052.00A.028 Here Loves Divines, (since all Divinity
052.00A.029 Is love or wonder) may finde all they seeke,
052.00A.030 Whether abstract spirituall love they like,
052.00A.031 Their Soules exhal'd with what they do not see,
052.00A.032 Or loth so to amuze,
052.00A.033 Faiths infirmitie, they chuse
052.00A.034 Something which they may see and use;
052.00A.035 For, though minde be the heaven, where love doth sit,
052.00A.036 Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it.
052.00A.037 Here more then in their bookes may Lawyers finde,
052.00A.038 Both by what titles, Mistresses are ours,
052.00A.039 And how prerogative these states devours,
052.00A.040 Transferr'd from Love himselfe, to womankinde.
052.00A.041 Who though from heart, and eyes,
052.00A.042 They exact great subsidies,
052.00A.043 Forsake him who on them relies
052.00A.044 And for the cause, honour, or conscience give,
052.00A.045 Chimeraes, vaine as they, or their prerogative.
052.00A.046 Here Statesmen, (or of them, they which can reade,)
052.00A.047 May of their occupation finde the grounds,
052.00A.048 Love and their art alike it deadly wounds,
052.00A.049 If to consider what'tis, one proceed,
052.00A.050 In both they doe excell
052.00A.051 Who the present governe well,
052.00A.052 Whose weaknesse none doth, or dares tell;
052.00A.053 In this thy booke, such will there something see,
052.00A.054 As in the Bible some can finde out Alchimy.
052.00A.055 Thus vent thy thoughts; abroad I'll studie thee,
052.00A.056 As he removes farre off, that great heights takes;
052.00A.057 How great love is, presence best tryall makes,
052.00A.058 But absence tryes how long this love will bee;
052.00A.059 To take a latitude
052.00A.060 Sun, or starres, are fitliest view'd
052.00A.061 At their brightest, but to conclude
052.00A.062 Of longitudes, what other way have wee,
052.00A.063 But to marke when, and where the darke eclipses bee?
053.00A.001 Good wee must love, and must hate ill,
053.00A.002 For ill is ill, and good good still,
053.00A.003 But these are things indifferent,
053.00A.004 Which wee may neither hate, nor love,
053.00A.005 But one, and then another prove,
053.00A.006 As wee shall finde our fancy bent.
053.00A.007 If then at first wise Nature had,
053.00A.008 Made women either good or bad,
053.00A.009 Then some wee might hate, and some chuse,
053.00A.010 But since shee did them so create,
053.00A.011 That we may neither love, nor hate,
053.00A.012 Onely this rests, All, all may use.
053.00A.013 If they were good it would be seene,
053.00A.014 Good is as visible as greene,
053.00A.015 And to all eyes it selfe betrayes,
053.00A.016 If they were bad, they could not last,
053.00A.017 Bad doth it selfe, and others wast,
053.00A.018 So, they deserve nor blame, nor praise.
053.00A.019 But they are ours as fruits are ours,
053.00A.020 He that but tasts, he that devours,
053.00A.021 And he that leaves all, doth as well,
053.00A.022 Chang'd loves are but chang'd forts of meat,
053.00A.023 And when hee hath the kernell eate,
053.00A.024 Who doth not fling away the shell?
054.00A.HE1 Loves growth.
054.00A.001 I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure
054.00A.002 As I had thought it was,
054.00A.003 Because it doth endure
054.00A.004 Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse;
054.00A.005 Me thinkes I lyed all winter, when I swore,
054.00A.006 My love was infinite, if spring make'it more.
054.00A.007 But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
054.00A.008 With more, not onely bee no quintessence,
054.00A.009 But mixt of all stuffes, paining soule, or sense,
054.00A.010 And of the Sunne his working vigour borrow,
054.00A.011 Love's not so pure, and abstract, as they use
054.00A.012 To say, which have no Mistresse but their Muse,
054.00A.013 But as all else, being elemented too,
054.00A.014 Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do
054.00A.015 And yet no greater, but more eminent,
054.00A.016 Love by the spring is growne;
054.00A.017 As, in the firmament,
054.00A.018 Starres by the Sunne are not inlarg'd, but showne,
054.00A.019 Gentle love deeds, as blossomes on a bough,
054.00A.020 From loves awakened root do bud out now.
054.00A.021 If, as in water stir'd more circles bee
054.00A.022 Produc'd by one, love such additions take,
054.00A.023 Those like so many spheares, but one heaven make,
054.00A.024 For, they are all concentrique unto thee,
054.00A.025 And though each spring doe adde to love new heate,
054.00A.026 As princes doe in times of action get
054.00A.027 New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
054.00A.028 No winter shall abate the springs encrease.
055.00A.HE1 Loves exchange.
055.00A.001 Love, any devill else but you,
055.00A.002 Would for a given Soule give something too.
055.00A.003 At Court your fellowes every day,
055.00A.004 Give th'art of Riming, Huntsmanship, or play,
055.00A.005 For them which were their owne before;
055.00A.006 Onely I have nothing which gave more,
055.00A.007 But am, alas, by being lowly, lower.
055.00A.008 I aske no dispensation now
055.00A.009 To falsifie a teare, or sigh, or vow,
055.00A.010 I do not sue from thee to draw
055.00A.011 A non obstante on natures law,
055.00A.012 These are prerogatives, they inhere
055.00A.013 In thee and thine; none should forsweare
055.00A.014 Except that hee Loves minion were.
055.00A.015 Give mee thy weaknesse, make mee blinde,
055.00A.016 Both wayes, as thou and thine, in eies and minde;
055.00A.017 Love, let me never know that this
055.00A.018 Is love, or, that love childish is.
055.00A.019 Let me not know that others know
055.00A.020 That she knowes my paines, least that so
055.00A.021 A tender shame make me mine owne new woe.
055.00A.022 If thou give nothing, yet thou'art just,
055.00A.023 Because I would not thy first motions trust;
055.00A.024 Small townes which stand stiffe, till great shot
055.00A.025 Enforce them, by warres law condition not.
055.00A.026 Such in loves warfare is my case,
055.00A.027 I may not article for grace,
055.00A.028 Having put love at last to shew this face.
055.00A.029 This face, by which he could command
055.00A.030 And change the Idolatrie of any land,
055.00A.031 This face, which wheresoe'r it comes,
055.00A.032 Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from tombes,
055.00A.033 And melt both Poles at once, and store
055.00A.034 Deserts with cities, and make more
055.00A.035 Mynes in the earth, then Quarries were before.
055.00A.036 For, this love is enrag'd with mee,
055.00A.037 Yet kills not; if I must example bee
055.00A.038 To future Rebells; If th'unborne
055.00A.039 Must learne, by my being cut up, and torne:
055.00A.040 Kill, and dissect me, Love; for this
055.00A.041 Torture against thine owne end is,
055.00A.042 Rack't carcasses make ill Anatomies.
056.00A.001 Some man unworthy to be possessor
056.00A.002 Of old or new love, himselfe being false or weake,
056.00A.003 Thought his paine and shame would be lesser,
056.00A.004 If on womankind he might his anger wreake,
056.00A.005 And thence a law did grow,
056.00A.006 One might but one man know;
056.00A.007 But are other creatures so?
056.00A.008 Are Sunne, Moone, or Starres by law forbidden,
056.00A.009 To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
056.00A.010 Are birds divorc'd, or are they chidden
056.00A.011 If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a night?
056.00A.012 Beasts doe no joyntures lose
056.00A.013 Though they new lovers choose,
056.00A.014 But we are made worse then those.
056.00A.015 Who e'r rigg'd faire ship to lie in harbors,
056.00A.016 And not to seeke new lands, or not to deale withall?
056.00A.017 Or built faire houses, set trees, and arbors,
056.00A.018 Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
056.00A.019 Good is not good, unlesse
056.00A.020 A thousand it possesse,
056.00A.021 But doth wast with greedinesse.
057.00A.HE1 The Dreame.
057.00A.001 Deare love, for nothing lesse then thee
057.00A.002 Would I have broke this happy dreame,
057.00A.003 It was a theame
057.00A.004 For reason, much too strong for phantasie,
057.00A.005 Therefore thou wakd'st me wisely; yet
057.00A.006 My Dreame thou brok'st not, but continued'st it,
057.00A.007 Thou art so truth, that thoughts of thee suffice,
057.00A.008 To make dreames truths; and fables histories;
057.00A.009 Enter these armes, for since thou thoughtst it best,
057.00A.010 Not to dreame all my dreame, let's act the rest.
057.00A.011 As lightning, or a Tapers light,
057.00A.012 Thine eyes, and not thy noise wak'd mee;
057.00A.013 Yet I thought thee
057.00A.014 (For thou lovest truth) an Angell, at first sight,
057.00A.015 But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
057.00A.016 And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an Angels art,
057.00A.017 When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
057.00A.018 Excesse of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
057.00A.019 I must confesse, it could not chuse but bee
057.00A.020 Prophane, to thinke thee any thing but thee.
057.00A.021 Comming and staying show'd thee, thee,
057.00A.022 But rising make me doubt, that now,
057.00A.023 Thou art not thou.
057.00A.024 That love is weake, where feare's as strong as hee;
057.00A.025 'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave,
057.00A.026 If mixture it of Feare, Shame, Honor have;
057.00A.027 Perchance as torches which must ready bee,
057.00A.028 Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with mee,
057.00A.029 Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; Then I
057.00A.030 Will dreame that hope againe, but else would die.
058.00A.HE1 A Valediction of weeping.
058.00A.001 Let me powre forth
058.00A.002 My teares before thy face, whil'st I stay here,
058.00A.003 For thy face coines them, and thy stampe they beare,
058.00A.004 And by this Mintage they are something worth,
058.00A.005 For thus they bee
058.00A.006 Pregnant of thee,
058.00A.007 Fruits of much griefe they are, emblemes of more,
058.00A.008 When a teare falls, that thou falst which it bore,
058.00A.009 So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore
058.00A.010 On a round ball
058.00A.011 A workeman that hath copies by, can lay
058.00A.012 An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,
058.00A.013 And quickly make that, which was nothing, All,
058.00A.014 So doth each teare,
058.00A.015 Which thee doth weare,
058.00A.016 A globe, yea world by that impression grow,
058.00A.017 Till thy teares mixt with mine doe overflow
058.00A.018 This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dis-solved so.
058.00A.019 O more then Moone,
058.00A.020 Draw not up seas to drowne me in thy spheare,
058.00A.021 Weepe me not dead, in thine armes, but forbeare
058.00A.022 To teach the sea, what it may doe too soone,
058.00A.023 Let not the winde
058.00A.024 Example finde,
058.00A.025 To doe me more harme, then it purposeth,
058.00A.026 Since thou and I sigh one anothers breath,
058.00A.027 Who e'r sighes most, is cruellest, and hasts the others death.
059.00A.HE1 Loves Alchymie.
059.00A.001 Some that have deeper digg'd loves Myne then I,
059.00A.002 Say, where his centrique happinesse doth lie:
059.00A.003 I have lov'd, and got, and told,
059.00A.004 But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
059.00A.005 I should not finde that hidden mysterie;
059.00A.006 Oh, 'tis imposture all:
059.00A.007 And as no chymique yet th'Elixar got,
059.00A.008 But glorifies his pregnant pot,
059.00A.009 If by the way to him befall
059.00A.010 Some odoriferous thing, or medicinall,
059.00A.011 So, lovers dreame a rich and long delight,
059.00A.012 But get a winter-seeming summers night.
059.00A.013 Our ease, our thrift, our honor, and our day,
059.00A.014 Shall we, for this vaine Bubles shadow pay?
059.00A.015 Ends love in this, that my man,
059.00A.016 Can be as happy'as I can; If he can
059.00A.017 Endure the short scorne of a Bridegroomes play?
059.00A.018 That loving wretch that sweares,
059.00A.019 'Tis not the bodies marry, but the mindes,
059.00A.020 Which he in her Angelique findes,
059.00A.021 Would sweare as justly, that he heares,
059.00A.022 In that dayes rude hoarse minstralsey, the spheares.
059.00A.023 Hope not for minde in women; at their best,
059.00A.024 Sweetnesse, and wit they'are, but, Mummy, possest.
060.00A.HE1 The Flea.
060.00A.001 Marke but this flea, and marke in this,
060.00A.002 How little that which thou deny'st me is;
060.00A.003 It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
060.00A.004 And in this flea, our two bloods mingled bee;
060.00A.005 Thou know'st that this cannot be said
060.00A.006 A sinne, nor shame nor losse of maidenhead,
060.00A.007 Yet this enjoyes before it wooe,
060.00A.008 And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two,
060.00A.009 And this, alas, is more then wee would doe.
060.00A.010 Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
060.00A.011 Where wee almost, yea more then maryed are.
060.00A.012 This flea is you and I, and this
060.00A.013 Our mariage bed, and mariage temple is;
060.00A.014 Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
060.00A.015 And cloysterd in these living walls of Jet.
060.00A.016 Though use make you apt to kill mee,
060.00A.017 Let not to that, selfe murder added bee,
060.00A.018 And sacrilege, three sinnes in killing three.
060.00A.019 Cruell and sodaine, hast thou since
060.00A.020 Purpled thy naile, in blood of innocence?
060.00A.021 Wherein could this flea guilty bee,
060.00A.022 Except in that drop which it suckt from thee?
060.00A.023 Yet thou triumph'st, and saist that thou
060.00A.024 Find'st not thy selfe, nor mee the weaker now;
060.00A.025 'Tis true, then learne how false, feares bee;
060.00A.026 Just so much honor, when thou yeeld'st to mee,
060.00A.027 Will wast, as this flea's death tooke life from thee.
061.00A.HE1 The Curse.
061.00A.001 Who ever guesses, thinks, or dreames he knowes
061.00A.002 Who is my mistris, wither by this curse;
061.00A.003 His only, and only his purse
061.00A.004 May some dull heart to love dispose,
061.00A.005 And shee yeeld then to all that are his foes;
061.00A.006 May he be scorn'd by one, whom all else scorne,
061.00A.007 Forsweare to others, what to her he'hath sworne,
061.00A.008 With feare of missing, shame of getting torne;
061.00A.009 Madnesse his sorrow, gout his cramp, may hee
061.00A.010 Make, by but thinking, who hath made him such:
061.00A.011 And may he feele no touch
061.00A.012 Of conscience, but of fame, and bee
061.00A.013 Anguish'd, not that 'twas sinne, but that 'twas shee:
061.00A.014 In early and long scarcenesse may he rot,
061.00A.015 For land which had been his, if he had not
061.00A.016 Himselfe incestuously an heire begot:
061.00A.017 May he dreame Treason, and beleeve, that hee
061.00A.018 Meant to performe it, and confesse, and die,
061.00A.019 And no record tell why:
061.00A.020 His sonnes, which none of his may bee,
061.00A.021 Inherite nothing but his infamie:
061.00A.022 Or may he so long Parasites have fed,
061.00A.023 That he would faine be theirs, whom he hath bred,
061.00A.024 And at the last be circumcis'd for bread:
061.00A.025 The venom of all stepdames, gamsters gall,
061.00A.026 What Tyrans, and their subjects interwish,
061.00A.027 What Plants, Myne, Beasts, Foule, Fish,
061.00A.028 Can contribute, all ill, which all
061.00A.029 Prophets, or Poets spake; And all which shall
061.00A.030 Be annex'd in schedules unto this by mee,
061.00A.031 Fall on that man; For if it be a shee
061.00A.032 Nature before hand hath out-cursed mee.
062.00A.HE1 The Extasie.
062.00A.001 Where, like a pillow on a bed,
062.00A.002 A Pregnant banke swel'd up, to rest
062.00A.003 The violets reclining head,
062.00A.004 Sat we two, one anothers best;
062.00A.005 Our hands were firmely cimented
062.00A.006 With a fast balme, which thence did spring,
062.00A.007 Our eye-beames twisted, and did thred
062.00A.008 Our eyes, upon one double string,
062.00A.009 So to'entergraft our hands, as yet
062.00A.010 Was all the meanes to make us one,
062.00A.011 And pictures in our eyes to get
062.00A.012 Was all our propagation.
062.00A.013 As 'twixt two equall Armies, Fate
062.00A.014 Suspends uncertaine victorie,
062.00A.015 Our soules, (which to advance their state,
062.00A.016 Were gone out,) hung 'twixt her, and mee.
062.00A.017 And whil'st our soules negotiate there,
062.00A.018 Wee like sepulchrall statues lay,
062.00A.019 All day, the same our postures were,
062.00A.020 And wee said nothing, all the day.
062.00A.021 If any, so by love refin'd,
062.00A.022 That he soules language understood,
062.00A.023 And by good love were growen all minde,
062.00A.024 Within convenient distance stood,
062.00A.025 He (though he knowes not which soule spake,
062.00A.026 Because both meant, both spake the same)
062.00A.027 Might thence a new concoction take,
062.00A.028 And part farre purer then he came.
062.00A.029 This Extasie doth unperplex
062.00A.030 (We said) and tell us what we love,
062.00A.031 Wee see by this, it was not sexe
062.00A.032 Wee see, we saw not what did move:
062.00A.033 But as all severall soules containe
062.00A.034 Mixture of things, they know not what,
062.00A.035 Love, these mixt soules, doth mixe againe,
062.00A.036 And makes both one, each this and that.
062.00A.037 A single violet transplant,
062.00A.038 The strength, the colour, and the size,
062.00A.039 (All which before was poore, and scant,)
062.00A.040 Redoubles still, and multiplies.
062.00A.041 When love, with one another so
062.00A.042 Interanimates two soules,
062.00A.043 That abler soule, which thence doth flow,
062.00A.044 Defects of lonelinesse controules.
062.00A.045 Wee then, who are this new soule, know,
062.00A.046 Of what we are compos'd, and made,
062.00A.047 For, th'Atomies of which we grow,
062.00A.048 Are soules, whom no change can invade.
062.00A.049 But O alas, so long, so farre
062.00A.050 Our bodies why doe wee forbeare?
062.00A.051 They are ours, though not wee, Wee are
062.00A.052 The intelligences, they the spheares.
062.00A.053 We owe them thankes, because they thus,
062.00A.054 Did us, to us, at first convay,
062.00A.055 Yeelded their senses force to us,
062.00A.056 Nor are drosse to us, but allay.
062.00A.057 On man heavens influence workes not so,
062.00A.058 But that it first imprints the ayre,
062.00A.059 For soule into the soule may flow,
062.00A.060 Though it to body first repaire.
062.00A.061 As our blood labours to beget
062.00A.062 Spirits, as like soules as it can,
062.00A.063 Because such fingers need to knit
062.00A.064 That subtile knot, which makes us man:
062.00A.065 So must pure lovers soules descend
062.00A.066 T'affections, and to faculties,
062.00A.067 Which sense may reach and apprehend,
062.00A.068 Else a great Prince in prison lies.
062.00A.069 To'our bodies turne wee then, that so
062.00A.070 Weake men on love reveal'd may looke;
062.00A.071 Loves mysteries in soules doe grow,
062.00A.072 But yet the body is his booke.
062.00A.073 And if some lover, such as wee,
062.00A.074 Have heard this dialogue of one,
062.00A.075 Let him still marke us, he shall see
062.00A.076 Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.
063.00A.001 I have done one braver thing
063.00A.002 Then all the worthies did,
063.00A.003 And yet a braver thence doth spring,
063.00A.004 Which is, to keepe that hid.
063.00A.005 It were but madnes now t'impart
063.00A.006 The skill of specular stone,
063.00A.007 When he which can have learn'd the art,
063.00A.008 To cut it can finde none.
063.00A.009 So, if I now should utter this,
063.00A.010 Others (because no more
063.00A.011 Such stuffe to worke upon, there is,)
063.00A.012 Would love but as before:
063.00A.013 But he who lovelinesse within
063.00A.014 Hath found, all outward loathes,
063.00A.015 For he who colour loves, and skinne,
063.00A.016 Loves but their oldest clothes.
063.00A.017 If, as I have, you also doe
063.00A.018 Vertue' attir'd in woman see,
063.00A.019 And dare love that, and say so too,
063.00A.020 And forget the Hee and Shee;
063.00A.021 And if this love, though placed so,
063.00A.022 From prophane men you hide,
063.00A.023 Which will no faith on this bestow,
063.00A.024 Or, if they doe, deride:
063.00A.025 Then you have done a braver thing
063.00A.026 Then all the Worthies did.
063.00A.027 And a braver thence will spring
063.00A.028 Which is, to keepe that hid.
064.00a.HE1 Loves Deitie.
064.00a.001 I long to talke with some old lovers ghost,
064.00a.002 Who dyed before the god of Love was borne:
064.00a.003 I cannot thinke that hee, who then lov'd most,
064.00a.004 Sunke so low, as to love one which did scorne.
064.00a.005 But since this god produc'd a destinie,
064.00a.006 And that vice-nature, custome, lets it be;
064.00a.007 I must love her, that loves not mee.
064.00a.008 Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much:
064.00a.009 Nor he, in his young godhead practis'd it.
064.00a.010 But when an even flame two hearts did touch,
064.00a.011 His office was indulgently to fit
064.00a.012 Actives to passives. Correspondencie
064.00a.013 Only his subject was; It cannot bee
064.00a.014 Love, till I love her, that loves mee.
064.00a.015 But every moderne god will now extend
064.00a.016 His vast prerogative, as far as Jove.
064.00a.017 To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
064.00a.018 All is the purlewe of the God of Love.
064.00a.019 Oh were wee wak'ned by this Tyrannie
064.00a.020 To ungod this child againe, it could not bee
064.00a.021 I should love her, who loves not mee.
064.00a.022 Rebell and Atheist too, why murmure I,
064.00a.023 As though I felt the worst that love could doe?
064.00a.024 Love may make me leave loving, or might trie
064.00a.025 A deeper plague, to make her love mee too,
064.00a.026 Which since she loves before, I'am loth to see;
064.00a.027 Falshood is worse then hate; and that must bee,
064.00a.028 If shee whom I love, should love mee.
065.00A.HE1 Loves diet.
065.00A.001 To what a combersome unwieldinesse
065.00A.002 And burdenous corpulence my love had growne,
065.00A.003 But that I did, to make it lesse,
065.00A.004 And keepe it in proportion,
065.00A.005 Give it a diet, made it feed upon
065.00A.006 That which love worst endures, discretion.
065.00A.007 Above one sigh a day I'allow'd him not,
065.00A.008 Of which my fortune, and my faults had part;
065.00A.009 And if sometimes by stealth he got
065.00A.010 A she sigh from my mistresse heart,
065.00A.011 And thought to feast on that, I let him see
065.00A.012 'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to mee;
065.00A.013 If he wroung from mee'a teare, I brin'd it so
065.00A.014 With scorne or shame, that him it nourish'd not;
065.00A.015 If he suck'd hers, I let him know
065.00A.016 'Twas not a teare, which hee had got,
065.00A.017 His drinke was counterfeit, as was his meat;
065.00A.018 For, eyes which rowle towards all, weepe not, but sweat.
065.00A.019 What ever he would dictate, I writ that,
065.00A.020 But burnt my letters; When she writ to me,
065.00A.021 And that that favour made him fat,
065.00A.022 I said, if any title bee
065.00A.023 Convey'd by this, Ah, what doth it availe,
065.00A.024 To be the fortieth name in an entaile?
065.00A.025 Thus I redeem'd my buzard love, to flye
065.00A.026 At what, and when, and how, and where I chuse;
065.00A.027 Now negligent of sports I lye,
065.00A.028 And now as other Fawkners use,
065.00A.029 I spring a mistresse, sweare, write, sigh and weepe:
065.00A.030 And the game kill'd, or lost, goe talke, and sleepe.
066.00A.HE1 The Will.
066.00A.001 Before I sigh my last gaspe, let me breath,
066.00A.002 Great love, some Legacies; Here I bequeath
066.00A.003 Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see,
066.00A.004 If they be blinde, then Love, I give them thee;
066.00A.005 My tongue to Fame; to'Embassadours mine eares;
066.00A.006 To women or the sea, my teares;
066.00A.007 Thou, Love, hast taught mee heretofore
066.00A.008 By making mee serve her who'had twenty more,
066.00A.009 That I should give to none, but such, as had too much before.
066.00A.010 My constancie I to the planets give,
066.00A.011 My truth to them, who at the Court doe live;
066.00A.012 Mine ingenuity and opennesse,
066.00A.013 To Jesuites; to Buffones my pensivenesse;
066.00A.014 My silence to'any, who abroad hath beene;
066.00A.015 My mony to a Capuchin.
066.00A.016 Thou Love taught'st me, by appointing mee
066.00A.017 To love there, where no love receiv'd can be,
066.00A.018 Onely to give to such as have an incapacitie.
066.00A.019 My faith I give to Roman Catholiques;
066.00A.020 All my good works unto the Schismaticks
066.00A.021 Of Amsterdam; my best civility
066.00A.022 And Courtship, to an Universitie;
066.00A.023 My modesty I give to souldiers bare;
066.00A.024 My patience let gamesters share.
066.00A.025 Thou Love taughtst mee, by making mee
066.00A.026 Love her that holds my love disparity,
066.00A.027 Onely to give to those that count my gifts indignity.
066.00A.028 I give my reputation to those
066.00A.029 Which were my friends; Mine industrie to foes;
066.00A.030 To Schoolemen I bequeath my doubtfulnesse;
066.00A.031 My sicknesse to Physitians, or excesse;
066.00A.032 To Nature, all that I in Ryme have writ;
066.00A.033 And to my company my wit;
066.00A.034 Thou love, by making mee adore
066.00A.035 Her, who begot this love in mee before,
066.00A.036 Taughtst me to make, as though I gave, when I did but restore.
066.00A.037 To him for whom the passing bell next tolls,
066.00A.038 I give my physick bookes; my writen rowles
066.00A.039 Of Morall counsels, I to Bedlam give;
066.00A.040 My brazen medals, unto them which live
066.00A.041 In want of bread; To them which passe among
066.00A.042 All forrainers, mine English tongue.
066.00A.043 Thou, Love, by making mee love one
066.00A.044 Who thinkes her friendship a fit portion
066.00A.045 For yonger lovers, dost my gifts thus disproportion.
066.00A.046 Therefore I'll give no more; But I'll undoe
066.00A.047 The world by dying; because love dies too.
066.00A.048 Then all your beauties will bee no more worth
066.00A.049 Then gold in Mines, where none doth draw it forth.
066.00A.050 And all your graces no more use shall have
066.00A.051 Then a Sun dyall in a grave,
066.00A.052 Thou Love taughtst mee, by making mee
066.00A.053 Love her, who doth neglect both mee and thee,
066.00A.054 To'invent, and practise this one way, to'annihilate all three.
067.00A.HE1 The Funerall.
067.00A.001 Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harme
067.00A.002 Nor question much
067.00A.003 That subtile wreath of haire, which crowns my arme;
067.00A.004 The mystery, the signe you must not touch,
067.00A.005 For'tis my outward Soule,
067.00A.006 Viceroy to that, which unto heaven being gone,
067.00A.007 Will leave this to controule,
067.00A.008 And keepe these limbes, her Provinces, from dissolu-tion.
067.00A.009 For if the sinewie thread my braine lets fall
067.00A.010 Through every part,
067.00A.011 Can tye those parts, and make mee one of all;
067.00A.012 Those haires which upward grew, and strength and art
067.00A.013 Have from a better braine,
067.00A.014 Can better do'it; Except she meant that I
067.00A.015 By this should know my pain,
067.00A.016 As prisoners then are manacled, when they'are con-dem'nd to die.
067.00A.017 What ere shee meant by'it, bury it by me,
067.00A.018 For since I am
067.00A.019 Loves martyr, it might breed idolatrie,
067.00A.020 If into others hands these Reliques came;
067.00A.021 As'twas humility
067.00A.022 To afford to it all that a Soule can doe,
067.00A.023 So, 'tis some bravery,
067.00A.024 That since you would have none of mee, I bury some of you.
068.00A.HE1 The Blossome.
068.00A.001 Little think'st thou, poore flower,
068.00A.002 Whom I have watch'd sixe or seaven dayes,
068.00A.003 And seene thy birth, and seene what every houre
068.00A.004 Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,
068.00A.005 And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,
068.00A.006 Little think'st thou
068.00A.007 That it will freeze anon, and that I shall
068.00A.008 To morrow finde thee falne, or not at all.
068.00A.009 Little think'st thou poore heart
068.00A.010 That labours yet to nestle thee,
068.00A.011 And think'st by hovering here to get a part
068.00A.012 In a forbidden or forbidding tree,
068.00A.013 And hop'st her stiffenesse by long siege to bow:
068.00A.014 Little think'st thou,
068.00A.015 That thou to morrow, ere that Sunne doth wake,
068.00A.016 Must with this Sunne, and mee a journey take.
068.00A.017 But thou which lov'st to bee
068.00A.018 Subtile to plague thy selfe, wilt say,
068.00A.019 Alas, if you must goe, what's that to mee?
068.00A.020 Here lyes my businesse, and here I will stay:
068.00A.021 You goe to friends, whose love and meanes present
068.00A.022 Various content
068.00A.023 To your eyes, eares, and tast, and every part.
068.00A.024 If then your body goe, what need your heart?
068.00A.025 Well then, stay here; but know,
068.00A.026 When thou hast stayed and done thy most;
068.00A.027 A naked thinking heart, that makes no show,
068.00A.028 Is to a woman, but a kinde of Ghost;
068.00A.029 How shall shee know my heart; or having none,
068.00A.030 Know thee for one?
068.00A.031 Practise may make her know some other part,
068.00A.032 But take my word, shee doth not know a Heart.
068.00A.033 Meet mee at London, then,
068.00A.034 Twenty dayes hence, and thou shalt see
068.00A.035 Mee fresher, and more fat, by being with men,
068.00A.036 Then if I had staid still with her and thee.
068.00A.037 For Gods sake, if you can, be you so too:
068.00A.038 I will give you
068.00A.039 There, to another friend, whom wee shall finde
068.00A.040 As glad to have my body, as my minde.
069.00A.HE1 The Primrose.
069.00A.001 Vpon this Primrose hill,
069.00A.002 Where, if Heav'n would distill
069.00A.003 A shoure of raine, each severall drop might goe
069.00A.004 To his owne primrose, and grow Manna so;
069.00A.005 And where their forme, and their infinitie
069.00A.006 Make a terrestriall Galaxie,
069.00A.007 As the small starres doe in the skie:
069.00A.008 I walke to finde a true Love; and I see
069.00A.009 That 'tis not a mere woman, that is shee,
069.00A.010 But must, or more, or lesse then woman bee.
069.00A.011 Yet know I not, which flower
069.00A.012 I wish; a sixe, or foure;
069.00A.013 For should my true-Love lesse then woman bee,
069.00A.014 She were scarce any thing; and then, should she
069.00A.015 Be more then woman, shee would get above
069.00A.016 All thought of sexe, and thinke to move
069.00A.017 My heart to study her, and not to love;
069.00A.018 Both these were monsters; Since there must reside
069.00A.019 Falshood in woman, I could more abide,
069.00A.020 She were by art, then Nature falsify'd.
069.00A.021 Live Primrose then, and thrive
069.00A.022 With thy true number five;
069.00A.023 And women, whom this flower doth represent,
069.00A.024 With this mysterious number be content;
069.00A.025 Ten is the farthest number, if halfe ten
069.00A.026 Belongs unto each woman, then
069.00A.027 Each woman may take halfe us men,
069.00A.028 Or if this will not serve their turne, Since all
069.00A.029 Numbers are odde, or even, and they fall
069.00A.030 First into this five, women may take us all.
070.00A.HE1 The Relique.
070.00A.001 When my grave is broke up againe
070.00A.002 Some second ghest to entertaine,
070.00A.003 (For graves have learn'd that woman-head
070.00A.004 To be to more then one a Bed)
070.00A.005 And he that digs it, spies
070.00A.006 A bracelet of bright haire about the bone,
070.00A.007 Will he not let'us alone,
070.00A.008 And thinke that there a loving couple lies,
070.00A.009 Who thought that this device might be some way
070.00A.010 To make their soules, at the last busie day,
070.00A.011 Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?
070.00A.012 If this fall in a time, or land,
070.00A.013 Where mis-devotion doth command,
070.00A.014 Then, he that digges us up, will bring
070.00A.015 Us, to the Bishop, and the King,
070.00A.016 To make us Reliques; then
070.00A.017 Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
070.00A.018 A something else thereby;
070.00A.019 All women shall adore us, and some men;
070.00A.020 And since at such time, miracles are sought,
070.00A.021 I would have that age by this paper taught
070.00A.022 What miracles wee harmelesse lovers wrought.
070.00A.023 First, we lov'd well and faithfully,
070.00A.024 Yet knew not what wee lov'd, nor why,
070.00A.025 Difference of sex no more wee knew,
070.00A.026 Then our Guardian Angells doe,
070.00A.027 Comming and going, wee,
070.00A.028 Perchance might kisse, but not between those meales
070.00A.029 Our hands ne'r toucht the seales,
070.00A.030 Which nature, injur'd by late law, sets free,
070.00A.031 These miracles wee did; but now alas,
070.00A.032 All measure, and all language, I should passe,
070.00A.033 Should I tell what a miracle shee was.
071.00A.HE1 The Dampe.
071.00A.001 When I am dead, and Doctors know not why,
071.00A.002 And my friends curiositie
071.00A.003 Will have me cut up to survay each part,
071.00A.004 When they shall finde your Picture in my heart,
071.00A.005 You thinke a sodaine dampe of love
071.00A.006 Will through all their senses move,
071.00A.007 And worke on them as mee, and so preferre
071.00A.008 Your murder, to the name of Massacre.
071.00A.009 Poore victories; But if you dare be brave,
071.00A.010 And pleasure in your conquest have,
071.00A.011 First kill th'enormous Gyant, your Disdaine,
071.00A.012 And let th'enchantresse Honor, next be slaine,
071.00A.013 And like a Goth and Vandall rize,
071.00A.014 Deface Records, and Histories
071.00A.015 Of your owne arts and triumphs over men,
071.00A.016 And without such advantage kill me then.
071.00A.017 For I could muster up as well as you
071.00A.018 My Gyants, and my Witches too,
071.00A.019 Which are vast Constancy, and Secretnesse,
071.00A.020 But these I neyther looke for, nor professe,
071.00A.021 Kill mee as Woman, let mee die
071.00A.022 As a meere man; doe you but try
071.00A.023 Your passive valor, and you shall finde than,
071.00A.024 In that you'have odds enough of any man.
072.00A.HE1 The Dissolution.
072.00A.001 Shee'is dead; And all which die
072.00A.002 To their first Elements resolve;
072.00A.003 And wee were mutuall Elements to us,
072.00A.004 And made of one another.
072.00A.005 My body then doth hers involve,
072.00A.006 And those things whereof I consist, hereby
072.00A.007 In me abundant grow, and burdenous,
072.00A.008 And nourish not, but smother.
072.00A.009 My fire of Passion, sighes of ayre,
072.00A.010 Water of teares, and earthly sad despaire,
072.00A.011 Which my materialls bee,
072.00A.012 But ne'r worne out by loves securitie,
072.00A.013 Shee, to my losse, doth by her death repaire,
072.00A.014 And I might live long wretched so
072.00A.015 But that my fire doth with my fuell grow.
072.00A.016 Now as those Active Kings
072.00A.017 Whose foraine conquest treasure brings,
072.00A.018 Receive more, and spend more, and soonest breake:
072.00A.019 This (which I am amaz'd that I can speake)
072.00A.020 This death, hath with my store
072.00A.021 My use encrease'd.
072.00A.022 And so my soule more earnestly releas'd,
072.00A.023 Will outstrip hers; As bullets flowen before
072.00A.024 A latter bullet may o'rtake, the pouder being more.
073.00A.HE1 A Ieat Ring sent.
073.00A.001 Thou art not so black, as my heart,
073.00A.002 Nor halfe so brittle, as her heart, thou art;
073.00A.003 What would'st thou say? shall both our properties by thee bee spoke
073.00A.004 Nothing more endlesse, nothing sooner broke?
073.00A.005 Marriage rings are not of this stuffe;
073.00A.006 Oh, why should ought lesse precious, or lesse tough
073.00A.007 Figure our loves? Except in thy name thou have bid it say
073.00A.008 I'am cheap, & nought but fashion, fling me'away.
073.00A.009 Yet stay with mee since thou art come,
073.00A.010 Circle this fingers top, which did'st her thombe.
073.00A.011 Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwellwith me,
073.00A.012 She that, Oh, broke her faith, would soon breake thee.
074.00A.HE1 Negative love.
074.00A.001 I never stoop'd so low, as they
074.00A.002 Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey,
074.00A.003 Seldome to them, which soare no higher
074.00A.004 Then vertue or the minde to'admire,
074.00A.005 For sense, and understanding may
074.00A.006 Know, what gives fuell to their fire:
074.00A.007 My love, though silly, is more brave,
074.00A.008 For may I misse, when ere I crave,
074.00A.009 If I know yet, what I would have.
074.00A.010 If that be simply perfectest
074.00A.011 Which can by no way be exprest
074.00A.012 But Negatives, my love is so.
074.00A.013 To All, which all love, I say no.
074.00A.014 If any who deciphers best,
074.00A.015 What we know not, our selves, can know,
074.00A.016 Let him teach mee that nothing; This
074.00A.017 As yet my ease, and comfort is,
074.00A.018 Though I speed not, I cannot misse.
075.00A.HE1 The Expiration.
075.00A.001 So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse,
075.00A.002 Which sucks two soules, and vapors Both away,
075.00A.003 Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this,
075.00A.004 And let our selves benight our happiest day,
075.00A.005 Wee aske none leave to love; nor will we owe
075.00A.006 Any, so cheape a death, as saying, Goe;
075.00A.007 Goe; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee,
075.00A.008 Ease mee with death, by bidding mee goe too.
075.00A.009 Oh, if it have, let my word worke on mee,
075.00A.010 And a just office on a murderer doe.
075.00A.011 Except it be too late, to kill me so,
075.00A.012 Being double dead, going, and bidding, goe.
076.00A.HE1 The Computation.
076.00A.001 For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday,
076.00A.002 I scarce beleev'd, thou could'st be gone away,
076.00A.003 For forty more, I fed on favours past,
076.00A.004 And forty'on hopes, that thou would'st, they might last.
076.00A.005 Teares drown'd one hundred, and sighes blew out two,
076.00A.006 A thousand, I did neither thinke, nor doe.
076.00A.007 Or not divide, all being one thought of you;
076.00A.008 Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.
076.00A.009 Yet call not this long life; But thinke that I
076.00A.010 Am, by being dead, Immortall; Can ghosts die?
077.00A.001 No Lover saith, I love, nor any other
077.00A.002 Can judge a perfect Lover;
077.00A.003 Hee thinkes that else none can or will agree,
077.00A.004 That any loves but hee:
077.00A.005 I cannot say I lov'd, for who can say
077.00A.006 Hee was kill'd yesterday.
077.00A.007 Love with excesse of heat, more yong then old,
077.00A.008 Death kills with too much cold;
077.00A.009 Wee dye but once, and who lov'd last did die,
077.00A.010 Hee that saith twice, doth lye:
077.00A.011 For though hee seeme to move, and stirre a while,
077.00A.012 It doth the sense beguile.
077.00A.013 Such life is like the light which bideth yet
077.00A.014 When the lifes light is set,
077.00A.015 Or like the heat, which, fire in solid matter
077.00A.016 Leaves behinde, two houres after.
077.00A.017 Once I love and dyed; and am now become
077.00A.018 Mine Epitaph and Tombe.
077.00A.019 Here dead men speake their last, and so do I;
077.00A.020 Love-slaine, loe, here I dye.
078.00D.HE1 Sonnet. The Token.
078.00D.001 Send me some Tokens, that my hope may live,
078.00D.002 Or that my easelesse thoughts may sleep & rest;
078.00D.003 Send me some honey to make sweet my hive,
078.00D.004 That in my passions I may hope the best.
078.00D.005 I beg nor ribbond wrought with thine owne hands,
078.00D.006 To knit our loves in the fantastick straine
078.00D.007 Of new-toucht youth; nor Ring to shew the stands
078.00D.008 Of our affection, that as that's round and plaine,
078.00D.009 So should our loves meet in simplicity.
078.00D.010 No, nor the Coralls which thy wrist infold,
078.00D.011 Lac'd up together in congruity,
078.00D.012 To shew our thoughts should rest in the same hold.
078.00D.013 No, nor thy picture, though most gracious,
078.00D.014 And most desired, 'cause 'tis like thee best;
078.00D.015 Nor witty Lines, which are most copious,
078.00D.016 Within the Writings which thou hast addrest.
078.00D.017 Send me nor this, nor that, t'increase my score,
078.00D.018 But swear thou thinkst I love thee, and no more.
079.00B.HE1 Farewell to love.
079.00B.001 Whilst yet to prove,
079.00B.002 I thought there was some Deitie in love
079.00B.003 So did I reverence, and gave
079.00B.004 Worship, as Atheists at their dying houre
079.00B.005 Call, what they cannot name, an unknowne power,
079.00B.006 As ignorantly did I crave:
079.00B.007 Thus when
079.00B.008 Things not yet knowne are coveted by men,
079.00B.009 Our desires give them fashion, and so
079.00B.010 As they waxe lesser, fall, as they sise, grow.
079.00B.011 But, from late faire
079.00B.012 His hignesse sitting in a golden Chaire,
079.00B.013 Is not lesse cared for after three dayes
079.00B.014 By children, then the thing which lovers so
079.00B.015 Blindly admire, and with such worship wooe;
079.00B.016 Being had, enjoying it decayes:
079.00B.017 And thence,
079.00B.018 What before pleas'd them all, takes but one sense,
079.00B.019 And that so lamely, as it leaves behinde
079.00B.020 A kinde of sorrowing dulnesse to the minde.
079.00B.021 Ah cannot wee,
079.00B.022 As well as Cocks and Lyons jocund be,
079.00B.023 After such pleasures, unlesse wise
079.00B.024 Nature decreed (since each such Act, they say,
079.00B.025 Diminisheth the length of life a day)
079.00B.026 This; as shee would man should despise
079.00B.027 The sport,
079.00B.028 Because that other curse of being short,
079.00B.029 And onely for a minute made to be
079.00B.030 Eager, desires to raise posterity.
079.00B.031 Since so, my minde
079.00B.032 Shall not desire what no man else can finde,
079.00B.033 I'll no more dote and runne
079.00B.034 To pursue things which had indammag'd me.
079.00B.035 And when I come where moving beauties be,
079.00B.036 As men doe when the summers Sunne
079.00B.037 Growes great,
079.00B.038 Though I admire their greatnesse, shun their heat;
079.00B.039 Each place can afford shadowes. If all faile,
079.00B.040 'Tis but applying worme-seed to the Taile.
080.00E.001 He that cannot chuse but love,
080.00E.002 And strives against it still,
080.00E.003 Never shall my fancy move,
080.00E.004 For he loves against his will;
080.00E.005 Nor he which is all his own,
080.00E.006 And cannot pleasure chuse,
080.00E.007 When I am caught he can be gone,
080.00E.008 And when he list refuse.
080.00E.009 Nor he that loves none but faire,
080.00E.010 For such by all are sought;
080.00E.011 Nor he that can for foul ones care,
080.00E.012 For his Judgement then is nought:
080.00E.013 Nor he that hath wit, for he
080.00E.014 Will make me his jest or slave
080.00E.015 Nor a fool for when others,
080.00E.016 He can neither [want] [nor] [craue]
080.00E.017 Nor he that still his Mistresse prays,
080.00E.018 For she is thrall'd therefore:
080.00E.019 Nor he that payes, not, for he sayes
080.00E.020 Within shee's worth no more.
080.00E.021 Is there then no kinde of men
080.00E.022 Whom I may freely prove?
080.00E.023 I will vent that humour then
080.00E.024 In mine own selfe love.
081.HH5.001 When my harte was mine owne & not by vowes
081.HH5.002 betrothd nor by my sighes breathd into thee
081.HH5.003 What looks teares passions & yet all but showes
081.HH5.004 did mutely begg & steale my harte from me
081.HH5.005 Through thine Eyes mee thought I could behold
081.HH5.006 thy hart as pictures through a Christall glasse
081.HH5.007 thy hart seemd soft & pure as liquid gold
081.HH5.008 thy faith seemd bright & durable as brasse
081.HH5.009 But as ill Princes before they have obtaind
081.HH5.010 free soveraignty doe guild their words & deeds
081.HH5.011 with piety & right when they haue gaind
081.HH5.012 full sway dare boldly then sow vicious seedes
081.HH5.013 soe after conquest thou doest me neglect
081.HH5.014 Could not thy once pure heart else now forbear
081.HH5.015 nay more abhorr an amorous respect
081.HH5.016 to any other? Oh towards me I feare
081.HH5.017 thy harte to steele that faith to waxe doth turne
081.HH5.018 which takinge heate from every amorous Eye
081.HH5.019 melts with their flames as I consume & burne
081.HH5.020 with shame t'haue hopd for womans constancy
081.HH5.021 yet I had thy first oathes & it was I
081.HH5.022 that taught the first loves language t'vnderstand
081.HH5.023 & did reveale pure loves high mistery
081.HH5.024 & had thy harte deliuered by thy hand
081.HH5.025 & in exchange I gaue the such a harte
081.HH5.026 as had it bene example vnto thine
081.HH5.027 none could haue challenged the smallest parte
081.HH5.028 of it or thy love they had all bene mine
081.HH5.029 They had bene pure they had bene innocent
081.HH5.030 As Angells are how often to that end
081.HH5.031 to cleare my selfe of any foule intent
081.HH5.032 did both in precepts & examples bend
081.HH5.033 & must it now be an Iniurious lott
081.HH5.034 to chafe & heate waxe for an others seale
081.HH5.035 to enamell & to guild a precious pott
081.HH5.036 & drinck in earth my selfe O I appeale
081.HH5.037 Vnto thy soule whether I have not cause
081.HH5.038 to change my happiest wishes to this curse
081.HH5.039 That thou from changinge still mayst neuer pause
081.HH5.040 & every change may be from worse to worse
081.HH5.041 yet my hart can noe wish nor thought conceaue
081.HH5.042 of ill to thine; nor can falshood whett
081.HH5.043 my dull minde to revenge that I will leaue
081.HH5.044 to thee for thine owne guilt will that begett
081.HH5.045 falshood in others will noe more appeare
081.HH5.046 then inck dropt on mudd or raine on grasse
081.HH5.047 but in thy harte framd soe white & cleare
081.HH5.048 twill show like blotts in paper scratches in glasse
081.HH5.049 Then for thine owne respect if not for mine
081.HH5.050 pitty thy selfe in yet beinge true & free
081.HH5.051 thy minde from wandring doe but yet decline
081.HH5.052 all other loves & I will pardon thee
081.HH5.053 but looke that I have all for deare let me
081.HH5.054 eyther thine only love or noe love be
082.00A.HE1 A nocturnall upon S.Lucies Day,
082.00A.HE2 Beinge the shortest day.
082.00A.001 Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,
082.00A.002 Lucies, who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes,
082.00A.003 The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks
082.00A.004 Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes;
082.00A.005 The worlds whole sap is sunke:
082.00A.006 The generall balme th'hydroptique earth hath drunk,
082.00A.007 Whither, as to the beds-feet life is shrunke,
082.00A.008 Dead and enterr'd; yet all these seeme to laugh,
082.00A.009 Compar'd with mee, who am their Epitaph.
082.00A.010 Study me then, you who shall lovers bee
082.00A.011 At the next world, that is, at the next Spring:
082.00A.012 For I am every dead thing,
082.00A.013 In whom love wrought new Alchimie.
082.00A.014 For his art did expresse
082.00A.015 A quintessence even from nothingnesse,
082.00A.016 From dull privations, and leane emptinesse
082.00A.017 He ruin'd mee, and I am re-begot
082.00A.018 Of absence, darknesse, death; things which are not.
082.00A.019 All others, from all things, draw all that's good,
082.00A.020 Life, soule, forme, spirit, whence they beeing have,
082.00A.021 I, by loves limbecke, am the grave
082.00A.022 Of all, that's nothing. Oft a flood
082.00A.023 Have wee two wept, and so
082.00A.024 Drownd the whole world, us two; oft did we grow
082.00A.025 To be two Chaosses, when we did show
082.00A.026 Care to ought else; and often absences
082.00A.027 Withdrew our soules, and made us carcasses.
082.00A.028 But I am by her death, (which word wrongs her)
082.00A.029 Of the first nothing, the Elixer grown;
082.00A.030 Were I a man, that I were one,
082.00A.031 I needs must know, I should preferre,
082.00A.032 If I were any beast,
082.00A.033 Some ends, some means; Yea plants, yea stones detest,
082.00A.034 And love, all, all some properties invest,
082.00A.035 If I an ordinary nothing were,
082.00A.036 As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
082.00A.037 But I am None; nor will my Sunne renew.
082.00A.038 You lovers, for whose sake, the lesser Sunne
082.00A.039 At this time to the Goat is runne
082.00A.040 To fetch new lust, and give it you,
082.00A.041 Enjoy your summer all,
082.00A.042 Since shee enjoyes her long nights festivall,
082.00A.043 Let mee prepare towards her, and let mee call
082.00A.044 This houre her Vigill, and her eve, since this
082.00A.045 Both the yeares, and the dayes deep midnight is.
083.00A.0HE Hero and Leander.
083.00A.001 Both rob'd of aire, we both lye in one ground,
083.00A.002 Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drownd.
084.00A.0HE Pyramus and Thisbe.
084.00A.001 Two, by themselves, each other, love and feare
084.00A.002 Slaine, cruell friends, by parting have joyn'd here.
085.00A.001 By childrens births, and death, I am become
085.00A.002 So dry, that I am now mine owne sad tombe.
086.00A.0HE A burnt ship.
086.00A.001 Out of a fired ship, which, by no way
086.00A.002 But drowning, could be rescued from the flame,
086.00A.003 Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
086.00A.004 Neere the foes ships, did by their shot decay;
086.00A.005 So all were lost, which in the ship were found,
086.00A.006 They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drown'd.
087.00A.0HE Fall of a wall.
087.00A.001 Under an undermin'd, and shot-bruis'd wall
087.00A.002 A too-bold Captaine perish'd by the fall,
087.00A.003 Whose brave misfortune, happiest men envi'd,
087.00A.004 That had a towne for tombe, his bones to hide.
088.00A.0HE A lame begger.
088.00A.001 I am unable, yonder begger cries,
088.00A.002 To stand, or moue; if he say true, hee lies.
089.00A.0HE A selfe accuser.
089.00A.001 Your mistris, that you follow whores, still taxeth you:
089.00A.002 'Tis strange that she should thus confesse it, though'it be true.
090.00A.0HE A licentious person.
090.00A.001 Thy sinnes and haires may no man equall call,
090.00A.002 For, as thy sinnes increase, thy haires doe fall.
091.NY3.0HE Calez & Guyana.
091.NY3.001 If you from spoyle of th' old worlds fardest end
091.NY3.002 To the new world your kindled valors bend
091.NY3.003 What brave examples then do prove it trew
091.NY3.004 That one things end doth still begine a new.
092.NY3.0HE Il Caualliere Gio: Wingef:
092.NY3.001 Beyond th' old Pillers many' haue trauailed
092.NY3.002 Towards the Suns cradle, & his throne, & bed.
092.NY3.003 A fitter Piller our Earle did bestow
092.NY3.004 In that late Iland; for he well did know
092.NY3.005 Farther then Wingefield no man dares to go.
093.00A.001 If in his Studie he hath so much care
093.00A.002 To'hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
094.00A.001 Thy father all from thee, by his last Will
094.00A.002 Gave to the poore; Thou hast good title still.
095.NY3.001 Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping howres
095.NY3.002 And yet thou swearst thou hast supd like a king;
095.NY3.003 Like Nabuchadnezar perchance with gras & flowres
095.NY3.004 A sallet, worse then Spanish dyeting.
096.00A.0HE Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus.
096.00A.001 Like Esops fellow-slaves, O Mercury,
096.00A.002 Which could do all things, thy faith is; and I
096.00A.003 Like Esops selfe, which nothing; I confesse
096.00A.004 I should have had more faith, if thou hadst lesse;
096.00A.005 Thy credit lost thy credit: 'Tis sinne to doe,
096.00A.006 In this case, as thou wouldst be done unto,
096.00A.007 To beleeve all: Change thy name: thou art like
096.00A.008 Mercury in stealing, but lyest like a Greeke.
097.00A.001 Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,
097.00A.002 Onely in this, that you both painted be.
098.00A.0HE An obscure writer.
098.00A.001 Philo, with twelve yeares study, hath beene griev'd,
098.00A.002 To'be understood, when will hee be beleev'd.
099.00A.001 Klockius so deeply hath sworne, ne'r more to come
099.00A.002 In bawdie house, that hee dares not goe home.
099.00A.001 Klockius so deeply hath sworne, ne'r more to come
099.00A.002 In bawdie house, that hee dares not goe home.
100.00A.001 Compassion in the world againe is bred:
100.00A.002 Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.
101.NY3.001 Thou call'st me effeminat, for I love womens ioyes
101.NY3.002 I call not thee manly, though thou follow boyes.
102.SN3.001 Faustus keepes his sister and a whore,
102.SN3.002 Faustus keepes his sister and no more,
103.00A.001 Why this man gelded Martiall I muse,
103.00A.002 Except himselfe alone his tricks would use,
103.00A.003 As Katherine, for the Courts sake, put downe Stewes.
104.C07.0HE Ad Autorem.
104.C07.001 Emendare cupis Joseph qui tempora; Leges
104.C07.002 praemia, Supplicium, Religiosa cohors
104.C07.003 Quod iam conantur frustra, Conabere frustra;
104.C07.004 Si per te non sunt deteriora sat est.
104.C07.0SS J: Donne.
105.H10.0HE Ad Autorem.
105.H10.001 Non eget Hookerus tanto tutamine; Tanto
105.H10.002 Tutus qui impugnat sed foret Auxilio
105.H10.0SS J: Donne.
106.00A.0HE Epithalamion made at Lincolnes Inne.
106.00A.001 The Sun-beames in the East are spred,
106.00A.002 Leave, leave, faire Bride, your solitary bed,
106.00A.003 No more shall you returne to it alone,
106.00A.004 It nourseth sadnesse, and your bodies print,
106.00A.005 Like to a grave, the yielding downe doth dint;
106.00A.006 You and your other you meet there anon;
106.00A.007 Put forth, put forth that warme balme-breathing thigh,
106.00A.008 Which when next time you in these sheets wil smother
106.00A.009 There it must meet another,
106.00A.010 Which never was, but must be, oft, more nigh;
106.00A.011 Come glad from thence, goe gladder then you came,
106.00A.012 To day put on perfection, and a womans name.
106.00A.013 Daughters of London, you which bee
106.00A.014 Our Golden Mines, and furnish'd Treasurie,
106.00A.015 You which are Angels, yet still bring with you
106.00A.016 Thousands of Angels on your mariage daies,
106.00A.017 Help with your presence, and devise to praise
106.00A.018 These rites, which also unto you grow due;
106.00A.019 Conceitedly dresse her, and be assign'd,
106.00A.020 By you, fit place for every flower and jewell,
106.00A.021 Make her for love fit fewell
106.00A.022 As gay as Flora, and as rich as Inde;
106.00A.023 So may shee faire and rich, in nothing lame,
106.00A.024 To day put on perfection, and a womans name.
106.00A.025 And you frolique Patricians
106.00A.026 Some of these Senators wealths deep oceans,
106.00A.027 Ye painted courtiers, barrels of others wits,
106.00A.028 Yee country men, who but your beasts love none,
106.00A.029 Yee of those fellowships whereof hee's one,
106.00A.030 Of study and play made strange Hermaphrodits,
106.00A.031 Here shine; This Bridegroom to the Temple bring
106.00A.032 Loe, in yon path which store of straw'd flowers graceth,
106.00A.033 The sober virgin paceth;
106.00A.034 Except my sight faile, 'tis no other thing;
106.00A.035 Weep not nor blush, here is no griefe nor shame,
106.00A.036 To day put on perfection, and a womans name.
106.00A.037 Thy two-leav'd gates faire Temple unfold,
106.00A.038 And these two in thy sacred bosome hold,
106.00A.039 Till, mystically joyn'd, but one they bee;
106.00A.040 Then may thy leane and hunger-starved wombe
106.00A.041 Long time expect their bodies and their tombe,
106.00A.042 Long after their owne parents fatten thee;
106.00A.043 All elder claimes, and all cold barrennesse,
106.00A.044 All yeelding to new loves bee far for ever,
106.00A.045 Which might these two dissever,
106.00A.046 Alwaies, all th'other may each one possesse;
106.00A.047 For, the best Bride, best worthy of praise and fame,
106.00A.048 To day puts on perfection, and a womans name.
106.00A.049 Winter dayes bring much delight,
106.00A.050 Not for themselves, but for they soon bring night;
106.00A.051 Other sweets wait thee then these diverse meats,
106.00A.052 Other disports then dancing jollities,
106.00A.053 Other love tricks then glancing with the eyes;
106.00A.054 But that the Sun still in our halfe Spheare sweates;
106.00A.055 Hee flies in winter, but he now stands still,
106.00A.056 Yet shadowes turne; Noone point he hath attain'd,
106.00A.057 His steeds will bee restrain'd,
106.00A.058 But gallop lively downe the Westerne hill;
106.00A.059 Thou shalt, when he hath come the worlds half frame,
106.00A.060 To night but on perfection, and a womans name.
106.00A.061 The amorous evening starre is rose,
106.00A.062 Why then should not our amorous starre inclose
106.00A.063 Her selfe in her wish'd bed? Release your strings
106.00A.064 Musicians, and dancers take some truce
106.00A.065 With these your pleasing labours, for great use
106.00A.066 As much wearinesse as perfection brings;
106.00A.067 You, and not only you, but all toyl'd beasts
106.00A.068 Rest duly; at night all their toyles are dispensed;
106.00A.069 But in their beds commenced
106.00A.070 Are other labours, and more dainty feasts;
106.00A.071 She goes a maid, who, least she turne the same,
106.00A.072 To night puts on perfection, and a womans name.
106.00A.073 Thy virgins girdle now untie,
106.00A.074 And in thy nuptiall bed [loves alter] lye
106.00A.075 A pleasing sacrifice; now dispossesse
106.00A.076 Thee of these chaines and robes which were put on
106.00A.077 T'adorne the day, not thee; for thou, alone,
106.00A.078 Like vertue'and truth, art best in nakednesse;
106.00A.079 This bed is onely to virginitie
106.00A.080 A grave, but, to a better state, a cradle;
106.00A.081 Till now thou wast but able
106.00A.082 To be what now thou art; then that by thee
106.00A.083 No more be said, I may bee, but, I am,
106.00A.084 To night put on perfection, and a womans name.
106.00A.085 Even like a faithfull man content,
106.00A.086 That this life for a better should be spent;
106.00A.087 So, shee a mothers rich stile doth preferre,
106.00A.088 And at the Bridegroomes wish'd approach doth lye,
106.00A.089 Like an appointed lambe, when tenderly
106.00A.090 The priest comes on his knees t'embowell her;
106.00A.091 Now sleep or watch with more joy; and O light
106.00A.092 Of heaven, to morrow rise thou hot, and early;
106.00A.093 This Sun will love so dearely
106.00A.094 Her rest, that long, long we shall want her sight;
106.00A.095 Wonders are wrought, for shee which had no maime,
106.00A.096 To night puts on perfection, and a womans name.
107.00A.HE1 An Epithalamion, Or mariage Song on the Lady Eli
107.00A.HE2 zabeth, and Count Palatine being married on
107.00A.HE3 St. Valentines day.
107.00A.001 Haile Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,
107.00A.002 All the Aire is thy Diocis,
107.00A.003 And all the chirping Choristers
107.00A.004 And other birds are thy Parishioners,
107.00A.005 Thou marryest every yeare
107.00A.006 The Lirique Larke, and the grave whispering Dove,
107.00A.007 The Sparrow that neglects his life for love,
107.00A.008 The household Bird, with the red stomacher,
107.00A.009 Thou mak'st the black bird speed as soone,
107.00A.010 As doth the Goldfinch, or the Halcyon;
107.00A.011 The husband cocke lookes out, and straight is sped,
107.00A.012 And meets his wife, which brings her feather-bed.
107.00A.013 This day more cheerfully then ever shine.
107.00A.014 This day, which might enflame thy self, Old Valentine.
107.00A.015 Till now, Thou warmd'st with multiplying loves
107.00A.016 Two larkes, two sparrowes, or two Doves,
107.00A.017 All that is nothing unto this,
107.00A.018 For thou this day couplest two Phoenixes,
107.00A.019 Thou mak'st a Taper see
107.00A.020 What the sunne never saw, and what the Arke
107.00A.021 (Which was of foules, and beasts, the cage, and park,)
107.00A.022 Did not containe, one bed containes, through Thee,
107.00A.023 Two Phoenixes, whose joyned breasts
107.00A.024 Are unto one another mutuall nests,
107.00A.025 Where motion kindles such fires, as shall give
107.00A.026 Yong Phoenixes, and yet the old shall live.
107.00A.027 Whose love and courage never shall decline,
107.00A.028 But make the whole year through, thy day, O Valentine.
107.00A.029 Up then faire Phoenix Bride, frustrate the Sunne,
107.00A.030 Thy selfe from thine affection
107.00A.031 Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye
107.00A.032 All lesser birds will take their Jollitie.
107.00A.033 Up, up, faire Bride, and call,
107.00A.034 Thy starres, from out their severall boxes, take
107.00A.035 Thy Rubies, Pearles, and Diamonds forth, and make
107.00A.036 Thy selfe a constellation, of them All,
107.00A.037 And by their blazing, signifie,
107.00A.038 That a Great Princess falls, but doth not die;
107.00A.039 Bee thou a new starre, that to us portends
107.00A.040 Ends of much wonder; And be Thou those ends,
107.00A.041 Since thou dost this day in new glory shine,
107.00A.042 May all men date Records, from this thy Valentine.
107.00A.043 Come forth, come forth, and as one glorious flame
107.00A.044 Meeting Another, growes the same,
107.00A.045 So meet thy Fredericke, and so
107.00A.046 To an unseparable union goe,
107.00A.047 Since separation
107.00A.048 Falls not on such things as are infinite,
107.00A.049 Nor things which are but one, can disunite.
107.00A.050 You'are twice inseparable, great, and one;
107.00A.051 Goe then to where the Bishop staies,
107.00A.052 To make you one, his way, which divers waies
107.00A.053 Must be effected; and when all is past,
107.00A.054 And that you'are one, by hearts and hands made fast,
107.00A.055 You two have one way left, your selves to'entwine,
107.00A.056 Besides this Bishops knot, O Bishop Valentine.
107.00A.057 But oh, what ailes the Sunne, that here he staies,
107.00A.058 Longer to day, then other daies?
107.00A.059 Staies he new light from these to get?
107.00A.060 And finding here such store, is loth to set?
107.00A.061 And why doe you two walke,
107.00A.062 So slowly pac'd in this procession?
107.00A.063 Is all your care but to be look'd upon,
107.00A.064 And be to others spectacle, and talke?
107.00A.065 The feast, with gluttonous delaies,
107.00A.066 Is eaten, and too long their meat they praise,
107.00A.067 The masquers come too late, and'I thinke, will stay,
107.00A.068 Like Fairies, till the Cock crow them away.
107.00A.069 Alas, did not Antiquity assigne
107.00A.070 A night, as well as day, to thee, O Valentine?
107.00A.071 They did, and night is come; and yet wee see
107.00A.072 Formalities retarding thee.
107.00A.073 What meane these Ladies, which (as though
107.00A.074 They were to take a clock in peeces,) goe
107.00A.075 So nicely about the Bride;
107.00A.076 A Bride, before a good night could be said,
107.00A.077 Should vanish from her cloathes, into her bed,
107.00A.078 As Soules from bodies steale, and are not spy'd.
107.00A.079 But now she is laid; What though shee bee?
107.00A.080 Yet there are more delayes, For, where is he?
107.00A.081 He comes, and passes through Spheare after Spheare.
107.00A.082 First her sheetes, then her Armes, then any where,
107.00A.083 Let not this day, then, but this night be thine,
107.00A.084 Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.
107.00A.085 Here lyes a shee Sunne, and a hee Moone here,
107.00A.086 She gives the best light to his Spheare,
107.00A.087 Or each is both, and all, and so
107.00A.088 They unto one another nothing owe,
107.00A.089 And yet they doe, but are
107.00A.090 So just and rich in that coyne which they pay,
107.00A.091 That neither would, nor needs forbeare, nor stay,
107.00A.092 Neither desires to be spar'd, nor to spare,
107.00A.093 They quickly pay their debt, and then
107.00A.094 Take no acquittance, but pay again;
107.00A.095 They pay, they give, they lend, and so let fall
107.00A.096 No such occasion to be liberall.
107.00A.097 More truth, more courage in these two do shine,
107.00A.098 Then all thy turtles have, and sparrows, Valentine.
107.00A.099 And by this act of these two Phenixes
107.00A.100 Nature againe restored is,
107.00A.101 For since these two are two no more,
107.00A.102 Ther's but one Phenix still, as was before.
107.00A.103 Rest now at last, and wee
107.00A.104 As Satyres watch the Sunnes uprise, will stay
107.00A.105 Waiting, when your eyes opened, let out day.
107.00A.106 Onely desir'd, because your face wee see;
107.00A.107 Others neare you shall whispering speake,
107.00A.108 And wagers lay, at which side day will breake,
107.00A.109 And win by'observing, then, whose hand it is
107.00A.110 That opens first a curtaine, hers or his;
107.00A.111 This will be tryed to morrow after nine,
107.00A.112 Till which houre, wee thy day enlarge, O Valentine.
108.00A.HE2 1613. December 26.
108.00A.HE3 Allophanes finding Idios in the country in Christmas
108.00A.HE4 time, reprehends his absence from court, at the mariage
108.00A.HE5 Of the Earle of Sommerset, Idios gives an account of
108.00A.HE6 his purpose therein, and of his absence thence.
108.00A.001 Vnseasonable man, statue of ice,
108.00A.002 What could to countries solitude entice
108.00A.003 Thee, in this yeares cold and decrepit time?
108.00A.004 Natures instinct drawes to the warmer clime
108.00A.005 Even small birds, who by that courage dare,
108.00A.006 In numerous fleets, saile through their Sea, the aire.
108.00A.007 What delicacie can in fields appeare,
108.00A.008 Whil'st Flora'herselfe doth a freeze jerkin weare?
108.00A.009 Whil'st windes do all the trees and hedges strip
108.00A.010 Of leafes, to furnish roddes enough to whip
108.00A.011 Thy madnesse from thee; and all springs by frost
108.00A.012 Have taken cold, and their sweet murmures lost;
108.00A.013 If thou thy faults or fortunes would'st lament
108.00A.014 With just solemnity, do it in Lent;
108.00A.015 At Court the spring already advanced is,
108.00A.016 The Sunne stayes longer up; and yet not his
108.00A.017 The glory is, farre other, other fires.
108.00A.018 First, zeale to Prince and State; then loves desires
108.00A.019 Burne in one brest, and like heavens two great lights,
108.00A.020 The first doth governe dayes, the other nights.
108.00A.021 And then that early light, which did appeare
108.00A.022 Before the Sunne and Moone created were;
108.00A.023 The Princes favour is defus'd o'r all,
108.00A.024 From which all Fortunes, Names, and Natures fall;
108.00A.025 When from those wombes of starres, the Brides bright eyes,
108.00A.026 At every glance, a constellation flyes,
108.00A.027 And sowes the Court with starres, and doth prevent
108.00A.028 In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament;
108.00A.029 First her eyes kindles other Ladies eyes,
108.00A.030 Then from their beames their jewels lusters rise,
108.00A.031 And from their jewels torches do take fire,
108.00A.032 And all is warmth, and light, and good desire;
108.00A.033 Most other Courts, alas, are like to hell,
108.00A.034 Where in darke places, fire without light doth dwell:
108.00A.035 Or but like Stoves, for lust and envy get
108.00A.036 Continuall, but artificiall heat;
108.00A.037 Here zeale and love growne one, all clouds disgest,
108.00A.038 And make our Court an everlasting East.
108.00A.039 And can'st thou be from thence?
108.00A.039a Idios. No, I am there
108.00A.040 As heaven, to men dispos'd, is every where,
108.00A.041 So are those Courts, whose Princes animate,
108.00A.042 Not onely all their house, but all their State,
108.00A.043 Let no man thinke, because he is full, he hath all,
108.00A.044 Kings (as their patterne, God) are liberall
108.00A.045 Not onely in fulnesse, but capacitie,
108.00A.046 Enlarging narrow men, to feele and see,
108.00A.047 And comprehend the blessings they bestow.
108.00A.048 So, reclus'd hermits often times do know
108.00A.049 More of heavens glory, then a worldling can.
108.00A.050 Is man is of the world, the heart of man,
108.00A.051 Is an epitome of Gods great booke
108.00A.052 Of creatures, and man need no farther looke;
108.00A.053 So is the Country of Courts, where sweet peace doth,
108.00A.054 As their one common soule, give life to both,
108.00A.055 I am not then from the Court.
108.00A.055b Dreamer, thou art,
108.00A.056 Think'st thou fantastique that thou hast a part
108.00A.057 In the Indian fleet, because thou hast
108.00A.058 A little spice, or Amber in thy taste?
108.00A.059 Because thou art not frozen, art thou warme?
108.00A.060 Seest thou all good because thou seest no harme?
108.00A.061 The earth doth in her inner bowels hold
108.00A.062 Stuffe well dispos'd, and which would faine be gold,
108.00A.063 But never shall, except it chance to lye,
108.00A.064 So upward, that heaven gild it with his eye;
108.00A.065 As, for divine things, faith comes from above,
108.00A.066 So, for best civill use, all tinctures move
108.00A.067 From higher powers; From God religion springs,
108.00A.068 Wisdome, and honour from the use of Kings.
108.00A.069 Then unbeguile thy selfe, and know with mee,
108.00A.070 That Angels, though on earth employd they bee,
108.00A.071 Are still in heav'n, so is hee still at home
108.00A.072 That doth, abroad, to honest actions come.
108.00A.073 Chide thy selfe then, O foole, which yesterday
108.00A.074 Might'st have read more then all thy books bewray;
108.00A.075 Hast thou a history, which doth present
108.00A.076 A Court, where all affections do assent
108.00A.077 Unto the Kings, and that, that Kings are just?
108.00A.078 And where it is no levity to trust.
108.00A.079 Where there is no ambition, but to'obey,
108.00A.080 Where men need whisper nothing, and yet may;
108.00A.081 Where the Kings favours are so plac'd, that all
108.00A.082 Finde that the King therein is liberall
108.00A.083 To them, in him, because his favours bend
108.00A.084 To vertue, to the which they all pretend.
108.00A.085 Thou hast no such; yet here was this, and more,
108.00A.086 An earnest lover, wise then, and before.
108.00A.087 Our little Cupid hath sued Livery,
108.00A.088 And is no more in his minority,
108.00A.089 Hee is admitted now into that brest
108.00A.090 Where the Kings Counsells and his secrets rest.
108.00A.091 What hast thou lost, O ignorant man?
108.00A.091b I knew
108.00A.092 All this, and onely therefore I withdrew
108.00A.093 To know and feele all this, and not to have
108.00A.094 Words to expresse it, makes a man a grave
108.00A.095 Of his owne thoughts; I would not therefore stay
108.00A.096 At a great feast, having no Grace to say,
108.00A.097 And yet I scap'd not here; for being come
108.00A.098 Full of the common joy; I utter'd some,
108.00A.099 Reade then this nuptiall song, which was not made
108.00A.100 Either the Court or mens hearts to invade,
108.00A.101 But since I'am dead, and buried, I could frame
108.00A.102 No Epitaph, which might advance my fame
108.00A.103 So much as this poore song, which testifies
108.00A.104 I did unto that day some sacrifice.
108.00A.104b The time of the Mariage.
108.00A.105 Thou art repriv'd old yeare, thou shalt not die,
108.00A.106 Though thou upon thy death bed lye,
108.00A.107 And should'st within five dayes expire
108.00A.108 Yet thou art rescu'd by a mightier fire,
108.00A.109 Then thy old Soule, the Sunne,
108.00A.110 When he doth in his largest circle runne.
108.00A.111 The passage of the West or East would thaw,
108.00A.112 And open wide their easie liquid jawe
108.00A.113 To all our ships, could a Promethean art
108.00A.114 Ether unto the Northerne Pole impart
108.00A.115 The fire of these inflaming eyes, or of this loving heart.
108.00A.115b Equality of persons.
108.00A.116 But undiscerning Muse, which heart, which eyes,
108.00A.117 In this new couple, dost thou prize,
108.00A.118 When his eye as inflaming is
108.00A.119 As hers, and her heart loves as well as his?
108.00A.120 Be tryed by beauty, and than
108.00A.121 The bridegroome is a maid, and not a man,
108.00A.122 If by that manly courage they be tryed,
108.00A.123 Which scornes unjust opinion; then the bride
108.00A.124 Becomes a man. Should chance or envies Art
108.00A.125 Divide these two, whom nature scarce did part?
108.00A.126 Since both have th'enflaming eye, and both the loving heart.
108.00A.126b Raysing of the Bridegroome.
108.00A.127 Though it be some divorce to thinke of you
108.00A.128 Single, so much one are you two,
108.00A.129 Let me here contemplate thee,
108.00A.130 First, cheerfull Bridegroome, and first let mee see,
108.00A.131 How thou prevent'st the Sunne,
108.00A.132 And his red foming horses dost outrunne,
108.00A.133 How, having laid downe in thy Soveraignes brest
108.00A.134 All businesses, from thence to reinvest
108.00A.135 Them, when these triumphs cease, thou forward art
108.00A.136 To shew to her, who doth the like impart,
108.00A.137 The fire of thy inflaming eyes, and of thy loving heart.
108.00A.137b Raising of the Bride.
108.00A.138 But now, to Thee, faire Bride, it is some wrong,
108.00A.139 To thinke thou wert in Bed so long,
108.00A.140 Since Soone thou lyest downe first, tis fit
108.00A.141 Thou in first rising should'st allow for it,
108.00A.142 Pouder thy Radient haire,
108.00A.143 Which if without such ashes thou would'st weare,
108.00A.144 Thou, which, to all which come to looke upon,
108.00A.145 Are meant for, Phoebus, would'st be Phaeton,
108.00A.146 For our ease, give thine eyes, th'unusuall part
108.00A.147 Of joy, a Teare; so quencht, thou maist impart,
108.00A.148 To us that come, thy inflaming eyes, to him, thy loving heart.
108.00A.148b Her Apparrelling.
108.00A.149 Thus thou descend'st to our infirmitie,
108.00A.150 Who can the Sun in water see.
108.00A.151 Soe dost thou, when in silke and gold,
108.00A.152 Thou cloudst thy selfe; since wee which doe behold,
108.00A.153 Are dust, and wormes, 'tis just
108.00A.154 Our objects be the fruits of wormes and dust;
108.00A.155 Let every Jewell be a glorious starre,
108.00A.156 Yet starres are not so pure, as their spheares are.
108.00A.157 And though thou stoope, to'appeare to us, in part,
108.00A.158 Still in that Picture thou intirely art,
108.00A.159 Which thy inflaming eyes have made within his lo-ving heart.
108.00A.159b Going to the Chappell.
108.00A.160 Now from your Easts you issue forth, and wee,
108.00A.161 As men which through a Cipres see
108.00A.162 The rising sun, doe thinke it two,
108.00A.163 Soe, as you goe to Church, doe thinke of you,
108.00A.164 But that vaile being gone,
108.00A.165 By the Church rites you are from thenceforth one.
108.00A.166 The Church Triumphant made this match before,
108.00A.167 And now the Militant doth strive no more,
108.00A.168 Then, reverend Priest, who Gods Recorder art,
108.00A.169 Doe, from his Dictates, to these two impart
108.00A.170 All blessings, which are seene, Or thought, by Angels eye or heart.
108.00A.170b The Benediction.
108.00A.171 Blest payre of Swans, Oh may you interbring
108.00A.172 Daily new joyes, and never sing,
108.00A.173 Live, till all grounds of wishes faile,
108.00A.174 Till honor, yea till wisedome grow so stale,
108.00A.175 That, new great heights to trie,
108.00A.176 It must serve your ambition, to die;
108.00A.177 Raise heires, and may here, to the worlds end, live
108.00A.178 Heires from this King, to take thankes, you, to give,
108.00A.179 Nature and grace doe all, and nothing Art,
108.00A.180 May never age, or error overthwart
108.00A.181 With any West, these radiant eyes, with any North, this heart.
108.00A.181b Feasts and Revells.
108.00A.182 But you are over-blest. Plenty this day
108.00A.183 Injures; it causeth time to stay;
108.00A.184 The tables groane, as though this feast
108.00A.185 Would, as the flood, destroy all fowle and beast.
108.00A.186 And were the doctrine new
108.00A.187 That the earth mov'd, this day would make it true;
108.00A.188 For every part to dance and revell goes.
108.00A.189 They tread the ayre, and fal not where they rose.
108.00A.190 Though six houres since, the Sunne to bed did part,
108.00A.191 The masks and banquets will not yet impart
108.00A.192 A sunset to these weary eyes, A Center to this heart.
108.00A.192b The Brides going to bed.
108.00A.193 What mean'st thou Bride, this companie to keep?
108.00A.194 To sit up, till thou faine wouldst sleep?
108.00A.195 Thou maist not, when thou art laid, doe so.
108.00A.196 Thy selfe must to him a new banquet grow,
108.00A.197 And you must entertaine
108.00A.198 And doe all this daies dances o'r againe.
108.00A.199 Know that if Sun and Moone together doe
108.00A.200 Rise in one point, they doe not set so to.
108.00A.201 Therefore thou maist, faire Bride, to bed depart,
108.00A.202 Thou art not gone, being gone, where e'r thou art,
108.00A.203 Thou leav'st in him thy watchfull eyes, in him thy lo-ving heart.
108.00A.203b The Bridegroomes comming.
108.00A.204 As he that sees a starre fall, runs apace,
108.00A.205 And findes a gellie in the place,
108.00A.206 So doth the Bridegroome hast as much,
108.00A.207 Being told this starre is falne, and findes her such,
108.00A.208 And as friends may looke strange,
108.00A.209 By a new fashion, or apparrells change,
108.00A.210 Their soules, though long acquainted they had beene,
108.00A.211 These clothes, their bodies, never yet had seene.
108.00A.212 Therefore at first shee modestly might start,
108.00A.213 But must forthwith surrender every part,
108.00A.214 As freely, as each to each before, gave either eye or heart.
108.00A.214b The good-night.
108.00A.215 Now, as in Tullias tombe, one lampe burnt cleare,
108.00A.216 Unchang'd for fifteene hundred yeare,
108.00A.217 May these love-lamps we here enshrine,
108.00A.218 In warmth, light, lasting, equall the divine;
108.00A.219 Fire ever doth aspire,
108.00A.220 And makes all like it selfe, turnes all to fire,
108.00A.221 But ends in ashes, which these cannot doe,
108.00A.222 For none of these is fuell, but fire too.
108.00A.223 This is joyes bonfire, then, where loves strong Arts
108.00A.224 Make of so noble individuall parts
108.00A.225 One fire of foure inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts.
108.00A.226a As I have brought this song, that I may doe
108.00A.227 A perfect sacrifice, I'll burne it too.
108.00A.228a No Sr. This paper I have justly got,
108.00A.229 For, in burnt incense, the perfume is not
108.00A.230 His only that presents it, but of all,
108.00A.231 What ever celebrates this Festivall
108.00A.232 Is common, since the joy thereof is so.
108.00A.233 Nor may your selfe be Preist: But let me goe,
108.00A.234 Backe to the Court, and I will lay'it upon
108.00A.235 Such Alters, as prize your devotion.
109.00A.0HE THE STORME.
109.00A.1HE To Mr Christopher Brooke.
109.00A.001 Thou which art I, ('tis nothing to be soe)
109.00A.002 Thou which art still thy selfe, by these shalt know
109.00A.003 Part of our passage; And, a hand, or eye
109.00A.004 By Hilliard drawne, is worth an history,
109.00A.005 By a worse painter made; and (without pride)
109.00A.006 When by thy judgment they are dignifi'd,
109.00A.007 My lines are such. 'Tis the preheminence
109.00A.008 Of friendship onely to'impute excellence.
109.00A.009 England to whom we'owe, what we be, and have,
109.00A.010 Sad that her sonnes did seeke a forraine grave
109.00A.011 (For, Fates, or Fortunes drifts none can Southsay,
109.00A.012 Honour and misery have one face and way.)
109.00A.013 From out her pregnant intrailes sigh'd a winde
109.00A.014 Which at th'ayres middle marble roome did finde
109.00A.015 Such strong resistance, that it selfe it threw
109.00A.016 Downeward againe; and so when it did view
109.00A.017 How in the port, our fleet deare time did leese,
109.00A.018 Withering like prisoners, which lye but for fees,
109.00A.019 Mildly it kist our sailes, and, fresh, and sweet,
109.00A.020 As, to a stomack sterv'd, whose insides meete,
109.00A.021 Meate comes, it came; and swole our sailes, when wee
109.00A.022 So joyd, as Sara'her swelling joy'd to see.
109.00A.023 But 'twas, but so kinde, as our countrimen,
109.00A.024 Which bring friends one dayes way, and leave them then.
109.00A.025 Then like two mighty Kings, which dwelling farre
109.00A.026 Asunder, meet against a third to warre,
109.00A.027 The South and West winds joyn'd, and, as they blew,
109.00A.028 Waves like a rowling trench before them threw.
109.00A.029 Sooner then you read this line, did the gale,
109.00A.030 Like shot, not fear'd, till felt, our sailes assaile;
109.00A.031 And what at first was call'd a gust, the same
109.00A.032 Hath now a stormes, anon a tempests name.
109.00A.033 Ionas, I pitty thee, and curse those men,
109.00A.034 Who when the storm rag'd most, did wake thee then;
109.00A.035 Sleepe is paines easiest salue, and doth fullfill
109.00A.036 All offices of death, except to kill.
109.00A.037 But when I wakt, I saw, that I saw not.
109.00A.038 I, and the Sunne, which should teach mee'had forgot
109.00A.039 East, West, day, night, and I could onely say,
109.00A.040 If'the world had lasted, now it had beene day.
109.00A.041 Thousands our noyses were, yet wee'mongst all
109.00A.042 Could none by his right name, but thunder call:
109.00A.043 Lightning was all our light, and it rain'd more
109.00A.044 Then if the Sunne had drunke the sea before;
109.00A.045 Some coffin'd in their cabbins lye,'equally
109.00A.046 Griev'd that they are not dead, and yet must dye.
109.00A.047 And as sin-burd'ned soules from grave will creepe,
109.00A.048 At the last day, some forth their cabbins peepe:
109.00A.049 And tremblingly'aske what newes, and doe heare so,
109.00A.050 Like jealous husbands, what they would not know.
109.00A.051 Some sitting on the hatches, would seeme there,
109.00A.052 With hideous gazing to feare away feare.
109.00A.053 Then note they the ships sicknesses, the Mast
109.00A.054 Shak'd with this ague, and the Hold and Wast
109.00A.055 With a salt dropsie clog'd, and all our tacklings
109.00A.056 Snapping, like too-high-stretched treble strings.
109.00A.057 And from our totterd sailes, ragges drop downe so,
109.00A.058 As from one hang'd in chaines, a yeare agoe.
109.00A.059 Even our Ordinance plac'd for our defence,
109.00A.060 Strive to breake loose, and scape away from thence.
109.00A.061 Pumping hath tir'd our men, and what's the gaine?
109.00A.062 Seas into seas throwne, we suck in againe;
109.00A.063 Hearing hath deaf'd our saylers; and if they
109.00A.064 Knew how to heare, there's none knowes what to say.
109.00A.065 Compar'd to these stormes, death is but a qualme,
109.00A.066 Hell somewhat lightsome, and the' Bermuda calme.
109.00A.067 Darknesse, lights eldest brother, his birth-right
109.00A.068 Claim'd o'r this world, and to heaven hath chas'd light.
109.00A.069 All things are one, and that one none can be,
109.00A.070 Since all formes, uniforme deformity
109.00A.071 Doth cover, so that wee, except God say
109.00A.072 Another Fiat, shall have no more day.
109.00A.073 So violent, yet long these furies bee,
109.00A.074 That though thine absence sterve me, 'I wish not thee.
110.00A.0HE THE CALME.
110.00A.001 Our storme is past, and that storms tyrannous rage,
110.00A.002 A stupid calme, but nothing it, doth swage.
110.00A.003 The fable is inverted, and farre more
110.00A.004 A blocke afflicts, now, then a storke before.
110.00A.005 Stormes chafe, and soone weare out themselves, or us;
110.00A.006 In calmes, Heaven laughs to see us languish thus.
110.00A.007 As steady'as I can wish, that my thoughts were,
110.00A.008 Smooth as thy mistresse glasse, or what shines there,
110.00A.009 The sea is now. And, as the Iles which wee
110.00A.010 Seeke, when wee can move, our ships rooted bee.
110.00A.011 As water did in stormes, now pitch runs out
110.00A.012 As lead, when a fir'd Church becomes one spout.
110.00A.013 And all our beauty, and our trimme, decayes,
110.00A.014 Like courts removing, or like ended playes.
110.00A.015 The fighting place now seamens ragges supply;
110.00A.016 And all the tackling is a frippery.
110.00A.017 No use of lanthornes; and in one place lay
110.00A.018 Feathers and dust, to day and yesterday.
110.00A.019 Earths hollownesses, which the worlds lungs are,
110.00A.020 Have no more winde then the upper valt of aire.
110.00A.021 We can nor lost friends, nor sought foes recover,
110.00A.022 But meteorlike, save that wee move not, hover.
110.00A.023 Onely the Calenture together drawes
110.00A.024 Deare friends, which meet dead in great fishes jawes:
110.00A.025 And on the hatches as on Altars lyes
110.00A.026 Each one, his owne Priest, and owne Sacrifice.
110.00A.027 Who live, that miracle do multiply
110.00A.028 Where walkers in hot Ovens, doe not dye.
110.00A.029 If in despite of these, wee swimme, that hath
110.00A.030 No more refreshing, then our brimstone Bath,
110.00A.031 But from the sea, into the ship we turne,
110.00A.032 Like parboyl'd wretches, on the coales to burne.
110.00A.033 Like BajaZet encag'd, the sheepheards scoffe,
110.00A.034 Or like slacke sinew'd Sampson, his haire off,
110.00A.035 Languish our ships. Now, as a Miriade
110.00A.036 Of Ants, durst th'Emperours lov'd snake invade,
110.00A.037 The crawling Gallies, Sea-goales, finny chips,
110.00A.038 Might brave our venices, now bed-ridde ships.
110.00A.039 Whether a rotten state, and hope of gaine,
110.00A.040 Or, to disuse mee from the queasie paine
110.00A.041 Of being belov'd, and loving, or the thirst
110.00A.042 Of honour, or faire death, out pusht mee first,
110.00A.043 I lose my end: for here as well as I
110.00A.044 A desperate may live, and a coward die.
110.00A.045 Stagge, dogge, and all which from, or towards flies,
110.00A.046 Is paid with life, or pray, or doing dyes.
110.00A.047 Fate grudges us all, and doth subtly lay
110.00A.048 A scourge, 'gainst which wee all forget to pray,
110.00A.049 He that at sea prayes for more winde, as well
110.00A.050 Under the poles may begge cold, heat in hell.
110.00A.051 What are wee then? How little more alas
110.00A.052 Is man now, then before he was? he was
110.00A.053 Nothing; for us, wee are for nothing fit;
110.00A.054 Chance, or our selves still disproportion it.
110.00A.055 Wee have no power, no will, no sense; I lye,
110.00A.056 I should not then thus feele this miserie.
111.00A.0HE To Sr Henry Wootton.
111.00A.001 Here's no more newes, then vertue, 'I may as well
111.00A.002 Tell you Calis, or St Michaels tale for newes, as tell
111.00A.003 That vice doth here habitually dwell.
111.00A.004 Yet, as to'get stomachs, we walke up and downe,
111.00A.005 And toyle to sweeten rest, so, may God frowne,
111.00A.006 If, but to loth both, I haunt Court, or Towne.
111.00A.007 For here no one is from the'extremitie
111.00A.008 Of vice, by any other reason free,
111.00A.009 But that the next to'him, still, is worse then hee.
111.00A.010 In this worlds warfare, they whom rugged Fate,
111.00A.011 (Gods Commissary,) doth so throughly hate,
111.00A.012 As in'the Courts Squadron to marshall their state
111.00A.013 If they stand arm'd with seely honesty,
111.00A.014 With wishing prayers, and neat integritie,
111.00A.015 Like Indians 'gainst Spanish hosts they bee.
111.00A.016 Suspitious boldnesse to this place belongs,
111.00A.017 And to'have as many eares as all have tongues;
111.00A.018 Tender to know, tough to acknowledge wrongs.
111.00A.019 Beleeve mee Sir, in my youths giddiest dayes,
111.00A.020 When to be like the Court, was a playes praise,
111.00A.021 Playes were not so like Courts, as Courts'are like playes.
111.00A.022 Then let us at these mimicke antiques jeast,
111.00A.023 Whose deepest projects, and egregious gests
111.00A.024 Are but dull Moralls of a game at Chests.
111.00A.025 But now 'tis incongruity to smile,
111.00A.026 Therefore I end; and bid farewell a while,
111.00A.027 At Court, though from Court, were the better stile.
112.00A.HE1 To Sr Henry Wotton.
112.00A.001 Sir, more then kisses, letters mingle Soules;
112.00A.002 For, thus friends absent speake. This ease controules
112.00A.003 The tediousnesse of my life: But for these
112.00A.004 I could ideate nothing, which could please,
112.00A.005 But I should wither in one day, and passe
112.00A.006 To'a botle'of Hay, that am a locke of Grasse.
112.00A.007 Life is a voyage, and in our lifes wayes
112.00A.008 Countries, Courts, Towns are Rockes, or Remoraes;
112.00A.009 They breake or stop all ships, yet our state's such,
112.00A.010 That though then pitch they staine worse, wee must touch.
112.00A.011 If in the furnace of the raging line,
112.00A.012 Or under th'adverse icy pole thou pine,
112.00A.013 Thou know'st two temperate Regions girded in,
112.00A.014 Dwell there: But Oh, what refuge canst thou winne
112.00A.015 Parch'd in the Court, and in the country frozen?
112.00A.016 Shall cities built of both extremes be chosen?
112.00A.017 Can dung, and garlike be'a perfume? or can
112.00A.018 A Scorpion, or Torpedo cure a man?
112.00A.019 Cities are worst of all three; of all three
112.00A.020 (O knottie riddle) each is worst equally.
112.00A.021 Cities are Sepulchers; they who dwell there
112.00A.022 Are carcases, as if no such they were.
112.00A.023 And Courts are Theaters, where some men play
112.00A.024 Princes, some slaves, all to one end, and of one clay.
112.00A.025 The Country is a desert, where no good,
112.00A.026 Gain'd, as habits, not borne, is understood.
112.00A.027 There men become beasts, and prone to more evils;
112.00A.028 In cities blockes, and in a lewd court, devills.
112.00A.029 As in the first Chaos confusedly
112.00A.030 Each elements qualities were in the'other three;
112.00A.031 So pride, lust, covetize, being severall
112.00A.032 To these three places, yet all are in all,
112.00A.033 And mingled thus, their issue incestuous.
112.00A.034 Falshood is denizon'd. Virtue is barbarous.
112.00A.035 Let no man say there, Virtues flintie wall
112.00A.036 Shall locke vice in mee, I'll do none, but know all.
112.00A.037 Men are spunges, which to poure out, receive,
112.00A.038 Who know false play, rather then lose, deceive.
112.00A.039 For in best understandings, sinne beganne,
112.00A.040 Angels sinn'd first, then Devills, and then man.
112.00A.041 Onely perchance beasts sinne not; wretched wee
112.00A.042 Are beasts in all, but white integritie.
112.00A.043 I thinke if men, which in these places live
112.00A.044 Durst looke in themselves, and themselves retrive,
112.00A.045 They would like strangers greet themselves, seeing then
112.00A.046 Utopian youth, growne old Italian.
112.00A.047 Be thou thine owne home, and in thy selfe dwell;
112.00A.048 Inne any where, continuance maketh hell.
112.00A.049 And seeing the snaile, which every where doth rome,
112.00A.050 Carrying his owne house still, still is at home.
112.00A.051 Follow (for he is easie pac'd) this snaile,
112.00A.052 Bee thine owne Palace, or the world's thy goale;
112.00A.053 And in the worlds sea, do not like corke sleepe
112.00A.054 Upon the waters face; nor in the deepe
112.00A.055 Sinke like a lead without a line: but as
112.00A.056 Fishes glide, leaving no print where they passe,
112.00A.057 Nor making sound; so, closely thy course goe,
112.00A.058 Let men dispute, whether thou breath, or no:
112.00A.059 Onely'in this one thing, be no Galenist. To make
112.00A.060 Courts hot ambitions wholesome, do not take
112.00A.061 A dramme of Countries dulnesse; do not adde
112.00A.062 Correctives, but as chymiques, purge the bad.
112.00A.063 But, Sir, I advise not you, I rather doe
112.00A.064 Say o'er those lessons, which I learn'd of you.
112.00A.065 Whom, free from German schismes, and lightnesse
112.00A.066 Of France, and faire Italies faithlesnesse,
112.00A.067 Having from these suck'd all they had of worth,
112.00A.068 And brought home that faith, which you carried forth,
112.00A.069 I throughly love. But if my selfe, I'have wonne
112.00A.070 To know my rules, I have, and you have
113.00A.0HE To Mr Rowland Woodward.
113.00A.001 Like one who'in her third widdowhood doth professe,
113.00A.002 Her selfe a Nunne, tyed to retirednesse,
113.00A.003 So'affects my muse now, a chast fallownesse.
113.00A.004 Since shee to few, yet to too many'hath showne
113.00A.005 How love-song weeds, and Satyrique thornes are growne
113.00A.006 Where seeds of better Arts, were early sown.
113.00A.007 Though to use, and love Poetrie, to mee,
113.00A.008 Betroth'd to no'one Art, be no'adulterie;
113.00A.009 Omissions of good, ill, as ill deeds bee.
113.00A.010 For though to us it seeme,'and be light and thinne,
113.00A.011 Yet in those faithfull scales, where God throwes in
113.00A.012 Mens workes, vanity weighs as much as sinne.
113.00A.013 If our Soules have stain'd their first white, yet wee
113.00A.014 May cloth them with faith, and deare honestie,
113.00A.015 Which God imputes, as native puritie,
113.00A.016 There is no Vertue, but Religion,
113.00A.017 Wise, valiant, sober, just, are names, which none
113.00A.018 Want, which want not Vice-covering discretion.
113.00A.019 Seeke wee then our selves in our selves; for as
113.00A.020 Men force the Sunne with much more force to passe,
113.00A.021 By gathering his beames with a christall glasse;
113.00A.022 So wee, If wee into our selves will turne,
113.00A.023 Blowing our sparkes of vertue, may outburne
113.00A.024 The straw, which doth about our hearts sojourne.
113.00A.025 You know, Physitians, when they would infuse
113.00A.026 Into any'oyle, the Soules of Simples, use
113.00A.027 Places, where they may lie still warme, to chuse.
113.00A.028 So workes retirednesse in us; to rome
113.00A.029 Giddily and bee every where, but at home,
113.00A.030 Such freedome doth a banishment become.
113.00A.031 Wee are but termers of our selves, yet may,
113.00A.032 If we can stocke our selves, and thrive, uplay
113.00A.033 Much, much deare treasure for the great rent day.
113.00A.034 Manure thy selfe then, to thy selfe be'approv'd,
113.00A.035 And with vaine outward things be no more mov'd,
113.00A.036 But to know, that I love thee'and would be lov'd.
114.00A.HE1 To M.I.W.
114.00A.001 All haile sweet Poet, more full of more strong fire,
114.00A.002 Then hath or shall enkindle any spirit,
114.00A.003 I lov'd what nature gave thee, but this merit
114.00A.004 Of wit and Art I love not but admire;
114.00A.005 Who have before or shall write after thee,
114.00A.006 Their workes, though toughly laboured, will bee
114.00A.007 Like infancie or age to mans firme stay,
114.00A.008 Or earely and late twilights to mid-day.
114.00A.009 Men say, and truly, that they better be
114.00A.010 Which be envyed then pittied: therefore I,
114.00A.011 Because I wish thee best, doe thee envie:
114.00A.012 O wouldst thou, by like reason, pitty mee,
114.00A.013 But care not for mee, I, that ever was
114.00A.014 In Natures, and in fortunes gifts, (alas,
114.00A.015 Before by thy grace got in th' Muses Schoole)
114.00A.016 A monster and a begger, am a foole.
114.00A.017 Oh how I grieve, that late borne modesty
114.00A.018 Hath got such root in easie waxen hearts,
114.00A.019 That men may not themselves, their owne good parts
114.00A.020 Extoll, without suspect of surquedrie,
114.00A.021 For, but thy selfe, no subject can be found
114.00A.022 Worthy thy quill, nor any quill resound
114.00A.023 Thy worke but thine: how good it were to see
114.00A.024 A Poem in thy praise, and writ by thee.
114.00A.025 Now if this song be too'harsh for rime, yet, as
114.00A.026 The Painters bad god made a good devill,
114.00A.027 'Twill be good prose, although the verse be evill.
114.00A.028 If thou forget the rime as thou dost passe,
114.00A.029 Then write, then I may follow, and so bee
114.00A.030 Thy debter, thy'eccho, thy foyle, thy zanee.
114.00A.031 I shall be thought, if mine like thine I shape,
114.00A.032 All the worlds Lyon, though I be thy Ape.
115.00A.HE1 To M.T. W.
115.00A.001 Hast thee harsh verse as fast as thy lame measure
115.00A.002 Will give thee leave, to him; My pain, & pleasure
115.00A.003 I have given thee, and yet thou art too weake,
115.00A.004 Feete and a reasoning soule and tongue to speake.
115.NY3.005 Plead for me, and so by thyne & my labor,
115.NY3.006 I ame thy Creator, thou my Sauior.
115.00A.007 Tell him, all questions, which men have defended
115.00A.008 Both of the place and paines of hell, are ended;
115.00A.009 And 'tis decreed our hell is but privation
115.00A.010 Of him, at least in this earths habitation:
115.00A.011 And 'tis where I am, where in every street
115.00A.012 Infections follow, overtake, and meete:
115.00A.013 Live I or die, by you my love is sent,
115.00A.014 And you'are my pawnes, or else my Testament.
116.00A.HE1 To M.T.W.
116.00A.001 Pregnant again with th'old twins Hope, and Feare,
116.00A.002 Oft have I askt for thee, both how and where
116.00A.003 Thou wert, and what my hopes of letters were;
116.00A.004 As in our streets sly beggers narrowly
116.00A.005 Watch motions of the givers hand or eye,
116.00A.006 And evermore conceive some hope thereby.
116.00A.007 And now thy Almes is given, thy letter'is read,
116.00A.008 The body risen againe, the which was dead,
116.00A.009 And thy poore starveling bountifully fed.
116.00A.010 After this banquet my Soule doth say grace,
116.00A.011 And praise thee for'it, and zealously imbrace
116.00A.012 Thy love, though I thinke thy love in this case
116.00A.013 To be as gluttons, which say 'midst their meat,
116.00A.014 They love that best of which they most do eat.
117.00A.001 At once, from hence, my lines and I depart,
117.00A.002 I to my soft still walks, they to my Heart;
117.00A.003 I to the Nurse, they to the child of Art;
117.00A.004 Yet as a firme house, though the Carpenter
117.00A.005 Perish, doth stand: as an Embassadour
117.00A.006 Lyes safe, how e'r his king be in danger:
117.00A.007 So, though I languish, prest with Malancholy,
117.00A.008 My verse, the strict Map of my misery,
117.00A.009 Shall live to see that, for whose want I dye.
117.00A.010 Therefore I envie them, and doe repent,
117.00A.011 That from unhappy mee, things happy'are sent;
117.00A.012 Yet as a Picture, or bare Sacrament,
117.00A.013 Accept these lines, and if in them there be
117.00A.014 Merit of love bestow that love on mee.
118.NY3.0HE To Mr R: W.
118.NY3.001 Zealously my Muse doth salute all thee.
118.NY3.002 Enquiring of that mistique trinitee
118.NY3.003 Whereof thou'and all to whom heauens do infuse
118.NY3.004 Like fyer, are made; thy body, mind, & Muse.
118.NY3.005 Dost thou recouer sicknes, or preuent?
118.NY3.006 Or is thy Mind trauaild with discontent?
118.NY3.007 Or art thou parted from the world & mee
118.NY3.008 In a good skorn of the worlds vanitee?
118.NY3.009 Or is thy devout Muse retyrd to sing
118.NY3.010 Vpon her tender Elegiaque string?
118.NY3.011 Our Minds part not, ioyne then thy Muse with myne
118.NY3.012 for myne is barren thus deuorc'd from thyne.
119.NY3.0HE To Mr R: W.
119.NY3.001 Muse not that by thy Mind thy body is led:
119.NY3.002 for by thy Mind, my Mind's distempered.
119.NY3.003 So thy Care Lives Long, for I bearing part
119.NY3.004 It eates not only thyne, but my swolne hart.
119.NY3.005 And when it giues vs intermission
119.NY3.006 We take new harts for it to feede vpon.
119.NY3.007 But as a Lay Mans Genius doth controule
119.NY3.008 body & mind; the Muse beeing the Soules Soule
119.NY3.009 Of Poets, that methinks should ease our anguish,
119.NY3.010 Allthough our bodyes wither & minds Languish.
119.NY3.011 Wright then, that my griefes which thyne got may bee
119.NY3.012 Cur'd by thy charming soveraigne melodee.
120.00A.HE1 To M.C.B.
120.00A.001 Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchaine,
120.00A.002 Urg'd by this unexcusable occasion,
120.00A.003 Thee and the Saint of his affection
120.00A.004 Leaving behinde, doth of both wants complaine;
120.00A.005 And let the love I beare to both sustaine
120.00A.006 No blott nor maime by this division,
120.00A.007 Strong is this love which ties our hearts in one,
120.00A.008 And strong that love pursu'd with amorous paine;
120.00A.009 But though besides thy selfe I leave behind
120.00A.010 Heavens liberall and earths thrice-faire Sunne,
120.00A.011 Going to where sterne winter aye doth wonne,
120.00A.012 Yet, loves hot fires, which martyr my sad minde,
120.00A.013 Doe send forth scalding sighes, which have the Art
120.00A.014 To melt all Ice, but that which walls her heart.
121.NY3.0HE To Mr E. G.
121.NY3.001 Euen as lame things thirst their perfection, so
121.NY3.002 The slimy rimes bred in our vale below,
121.NY3.003 Bearing with them much of my love & hart
121.NY3.004 Fly vnto that Parnassus, wher thou art.
121.NY3.005 There thou oreseest London: Here I haue beene
121.NY3.006 By staing in London too much overseene.
121.NY3.007 Now pleasures dirth our City doth posses
121.NY3.008 Our Theaters are filld with emptines.
121.NY3.009 As lancke & thin is euery street & way
121.NY3.010 As a Woman deliuerd yesterday.
121.NY3.011 Nothing wherat to laugh my spleene espyes
121.NY3.012 But bearbaitings or law exercise.
121.NY3.013 Therfore Ile leaue it, and in the Cuntry strive
121.NY3.014 Pleasure, now fled from London, to retrive.
121.NY3.015 Do thou so to: and fill not like a Bee
121.NY3.016 Thy thighs with hony, but as plenteously
121.NY3.017 As Russian Marchants, thy selfes whole vessell load,
121.NY3.018 And then at Winter retaile it here abroad.
121.NY3.019 Blesse vs wt Suffolks Sweets; & as yt is
121.NY3.020 Thy garden, make thy hive & warehouse this.
122.00A.HE1 To M.R.W.
122.00A.001 If, as mine is, thy life a slumber be,
122.00A.002 Seeme, when thou read'st these lines, to dreame of me,
122.00A.003 Never did Morpheus nor his brother weare
122.00A.004 Shapes soe like those Shapes, whom they would ap-peare,
122.00A.005 As this my letter is like me, for it
122.00A.006 Hath my name, words, hand, feet, heart, minde and wit;
122.00A.007 It is my deed of gift of mee to thee,
122.00A.008 It is my Will, my selfe the Legacie.
122.00A.009 So thy retyrings I love, yea envie,
122.00A.010 Bred in thee by a wise melancholy,
122.00A.011 That I rejoyce, that unto where thou art,
122.00A.012 Though I stay here, I can thus send my heart,
122.00A.013 As kindly'as any enamored Patient
122.00A.014 His Picture to his absent Love hath sent.
122.00A.015 All newes I thinke sooner reach thee then mee;
122.00A.016 Havens are Heavens, and Ships wing'd Angels be,
122.00A.017 The which both Gospell, and sterne threatnings bring;
122.00A.018 Guyanaes harvest is nip'd in the spring,
122.00A.019 I feare; And with us (me thinkes) Fate deales so
122.00A.020 As with the Jewes guide God did; he did show
122.00A.021 Him the rich land, but bar'd his entry in,
122.00A.022 Our slownes is our punishment and sinne;
122.00A.023 Perchance, these Spanish businesse being done,
122.00A.024 Which as the Earth betweene the Moone and Sun
122.00A.025 Eclipse the light which Guyana would give,
122.00A.026 Our discontinued hopes we shall retrive:
122.00A.027 But if (as All th'All must) hopes smoake away,
122.00A.028 Is not Almightie Vertue'an India?
122.00A.029 If men be worlds, there is in every one
122.00A.030 Some thing to answere in some proportion
122.00A.031 All the worlds riches: And in good men, this
122.00A.032 Vertue, our formes forme and our soules soule is.
123.NY3.0HE To Mr R. W.
123.NY3.001 Kindly I envy thy Songs perfection
123.NY3.002 Built of all th'elements as our bodyes are:
123.NY3.003 That litle of earth that' is in it, is a faire
123.NY3.004 Delicious garden where all Sweetes are sowne.
123.NY3.005 In it is cherishing fyer which dryes in mee
123.NY3.006 Griefe which did drowne me: & halfe quench'd by it
123.NY3.007 Are Satirique fyres which vrg'd me to have writt
123.NY3.008 In skorne of all: for now I admyre thee.
123.NY3.009 And as Ayre doth fullfill the hollownes
123.NY3.010 Of rotten walls; so it myne emptines.
123.NY3.011 Wher lost & movd it did begett this sound
123.NY3.012 Which as a lame Eccho of thyne doth rebound.
123.NY3.013 Oh I was dead: but since thy song new life did give
123.NY3.014 I recreated even by thy Creature live.
124.00A.HE1 To M.S.B.
124.00A.001 O thou which to search out the secret parts
124.00A.002 Of the India, or rather Paradise
124.00A.003 Of knowledge, hast with courage and advise
124.00A.004 Lately launch'd into the vast Sea of Arts,
124.00A.005 Disdaine not in thy constant travailing
124.00A.006 To doe as other Voyagers, and make
124.00A.007 Some turnes into lesse Creekes, and wisely take
124.00A.008 Fresh water at the Heliconian spring;
124.00A.009 I sing not, Siren like, to tempt; for I
124.00A.010 Am harsh, nor as those Scismatiques with you,
124.00A.011 Which draw all wits of good hope to their crew;
124.00A.012 But seing in you bright sparkes of Poetry,
124.00A.013 I, though I brought no fuell, had desire
124.00A.014 With these Articulate blasts to blow the fire.
125.00A.HE1 To M.I.L.
125.00A.001 Of that short Roll of friends writ in my heart
125.00A.002 Which with thy name begins, since their depart,
125.00A.003 Whether in the English Provinces they be,
125.00A.004 Or drinke of Po, Sequan, or Danubie,
125.00A.005 There's none that sometimes greets us not, and yet
125.00A.006 Your Trent is Lethe', that past, us you forget,
125.00A.007 You doe not duties of Societies,
125.00A.008 If from the'embrace of a lov'd wife you rise,
125.00A.009 View your fat Beasts, stretch'd Barnes, and labour'd fields,
125.00A.010 Eate, play, ryde, take all joyes which all day yeelds,
125.00A.011 And then againe to your embracements goe:
125.00A.012 Some houres on us your frends, and some bestow
125.00A.013 Upon your Muse, else both wee shall repent,
125.00A.014 I that my love, she that her guifts on you are spent
126.00A.HE1 To M.B.B.
126.00A.001 Is not thy sacred hunger of science
126.00A.002 Yet satisfy'd? Is not thy braines rich hive
126.00A.003 Fulfil'd with hony which thou dost derive
126.00A.004 From the Arts spirits and their Quintessence?
126.00A.005 Then weane thy selfe at last, and thee withdraw
126.00A.006 From Cambridge thy old nurse, and, as the rest,
126.00A.007 Here toughly chew, and sturdily digest
126.00A.008 Th'immense vast volumes of our common law;
126.00A.009 And begin soone, lest my griefe grieve thee too,
126.00A.010 Which is, that that which I should have begun
126.00A.011 In my youthes morning, now late must be done;
126.00A.012 And I, as Giddy Travellers, must doe,
126.00A.013 Which stray or sleepe all day, and having lost
126.00A.014 Light and strength, darke and tir'd must then ride post.
126.00A.015 If thou unto thy Muse be marryed,
126.00A.016 Embrace her ever, ever multiply,
126.00A.017 Be far from me that strange Adulterie
126.00A.018 To tempt thee and procure her widdowhood,
126.00A.019 My nurse, (for I had one,) because I'am cold,
126.00A.020 Divorc'd her selfe, the cause being in me,
126.00A.021 That I can take no new in Bigamye,
126.00A.022 Not my will only but power doth withhold.
126.00A.023 Hence comes it, that these Rymes which never had
126.00A.024 Mother, want matter, an%Id they only have
126.00A.025 A little forme, the which their Father gave;
126.00A.026 They are prophane, imperfect, oh, too bad
126.00A.027 To be counted Children of Poetry
126.00A.028 Except confirm'd and Bishoped by thee.
127.00A.HE1 To M. I. P.
127.00A.001 Blest are your North parts, for all this long time
127.00A.002 My Sun is with you, cold and darke'is our Clime;
127.00A.003 Heavens Sun, which staid so long from us this yeare,
127.00A.004 Staid in your North (I thinke) for she was there,
127.00A.005 And hether by kinde nature drawne from thence,
127.00A.006 Here rages chafes and threatens pestilence;
127.00A.007 Yet I, as long as shee from hence doth staie,
127.00A.008 Thinke this no South, no Sommer, nor no day.
127.00A.009 With thee my kinde and unkinde heart is run,
127.00A.010 There sacrifice it to that beauteous Sun:
127.NY3.011 And since thou art in Paradise & needst craue
127.NY3.012 No ioyes addition, helpe thy frind to saue.
127.00A.013 So may thy pastures with their flowery feasts,
127.00A.014 As suddenly as Lard, fat thy leane beasts;
127.00A.015 So may thy woods oft poll'd, yet ever weare
127.00A.016 A greene, and when thee list a golden haire;
127.00A.017 So may all thy sheepe bring forth Twins; and so
127.00A.018 In chace and race may thy horse all out goe;
127.00A.019 So may thy love and courage ne'r be cold;
127.00A.020 Thy Sonne ne'r Ward; Thy lov'd wife ne'r seem old;
127.00A.021 But maist thou wish great things, and them attaine,
127.00A.022 As thou telst her and none but her my paine.
128.LR1.HE1 I. D. H: W: in Hiber: belligeranti.
128.LR1.001 Went you to conquer? and haue so much lost
128.LR1.002 your self, that what in you was best & most
128.LR1.003 Respectiue frendship should so quickly dye?
128.LR1.004 In publique gaine my share is not such, that I
128.LR1.005 Would loose your loue for Ireland: better cheap
128.LR1.006 I pardon death (who though hee do not reap
128.LR1.007 yet gleanes hee many of our frends away)
128.LR1.008 then that your waking mind should bee a pray
128.LR1.009 to Letargies. Lett shotts & boggs, & skeines
128.LR1.010 with bodies deale, as fate bidds or restreynes
128.LR1.011 Ere sicknesses attach yong death is best
128.LR1.012 who payes before his death doth scape arest.
128.LR1.013 Lett not your soule (at first) with graces filld
128.LR1.014 And since & thorough crooked lymbecks, stild
128.LR1.015 In many schooles & courts, which quicken it,)
128.LR1.016 it self vnto the Irish negligence submit.
128.LR1.017 I aske not labored letters which should weare
128.LR1.018 Long papers out: nor letters which should feare
128.LR1.019 dishonest cariage: or a seers Art
128.LR1.020 Nor such as from the brayne come, but the hart.
129.00A.HE1 To Sir H.W. at his going Ambassa-
129.00A.HE2 dor to Venice.
129.00A.001 After those reverend papers, whose soule is
129.00A.002 Our good and great Kings lov'd hand and fear'd name,
129.00A.003 By which to you he derives much of his,
129.00A.004 And (how he may) makes you almost the same,
129.00A.005 A Taper of his Torch, a copie writ
129.00A.006 From his Originall, and a faire beame
129.00A.007 Of the same warme, and dazeling Sun, though it
129.00A.008 Must in another Sphere his vertue streame:
129.00A.009 After those learned papers which your hand
129.00A.010 Hath stor'd with notes of use and pleasures too,
129.00A.011 From which rich treasury you may command
129.00A.012 Fit matter whether you will write or doe:
129.00A.013 After those loving papers, where friends send
129.00A.014 With glad griefe, to your Sea-ward steps, farewel,
129.00A.015 Which thicken on you now, as prayers ascend
129.00A.016 To heaven in troupes at'a good mans passing bell:
129.00A.017 Admit this honest paper, and allow
129.00A.018 It such an audience as your selfe would aske;
129.00A.019 What you must say at Venice this meanes now,
129.00A.020 And hath for nature, what you have for taske.
129.00A.021 To sweare much love, not to be chang'd before
129.00A.022 Honour alone will to your fortune fit;
129.00A.023 Nor shall I then honour your fortune, more
129.00A.024 Then I have done your honour wanting it.
129.00A.025 But 'tis an easier load (though both oppresse)
129.00A.026 To want, then governe greatnesse, for wee are
129.00A.027 In that, our owne and onely businesse,
129.00A.028 In this, wee must for others vices care;
129.00A.029 'Tis therefore well your spirits now are plac'd
129.00A.030 In their last Furnace, in activity;
129.00A.031 Which fits them (Schooles and Courts and warres o'rpast)
129.00A.032 To touch and test in any best degree.
129.00A.033 For mee, (if there be such a thing as I)
129.00A.034 Fortune (if there be such a thing as shee)
129.00A.035 Spies that I beare so well her tyranny,
129.00A.036 That she thinks nothing else so fit for mee;
120.00A.037 But though she part us, to heare my oft prayers
129.00A.038 For your increase, God is as neere mee here;
129.00A.039 And to send you what I shall begge, his staires
129.00A.040 In length and ease are alike every where.
130.00A.0HE To Sr Henry Goodyere.
130.00A.001 Who makes the Past, a patterne for next yeare,
130.00A.002 Turnes no new leafe, but still the same things reads,
130.00A.003 Seene things, he sees againe, heard things doth heare,
130.00A.004 And makes his life, but like a paire of beads.
130.00A.005 A Palace, when'tis that, which it should be,
130.00A.006 Leaves growing, and stands such, or else decayes,
130.00A.007 But hee which dwels there, is not so; for hee
130.00A.008 Strives to urge upward, and his fortune raise;
130.00A.009 So had your body'her morning, hath her noone,
130.00A.010 And shall not better; her next change is night:
130.00A.011 But her faire larger guest, to'whom Sun and Moone
130.00A.012 Are sparkes, and short liv'd, claimes another right.
130.00A.013 The noble Soule by age growes lustier,
130.00A.014 Her appetite, and her digestion mend,
130.00A.015 Wee must not sterve, nor hope to pamper her
130.00A.016 With womens milke, and pappe unto the end.
130.00A.017 Provide you manlyer dyet, you have seene
130.00A.018 All libraries, which are Schools, Camps, & Courts;
130.00A.019 But aske your Garners if you have not beene
130.00A.020 In harvests, too indulgent to your sports.
130.00A.021 Would you redeeme it? then your selfe transplant
130.00A.022 A while from hence. Perchance outlandish ground
130.00A.023 Beares no more wit, then ours, but yet more scant
130.00A.024 Are those diversions there, which here abound.
130.00A.025 To be a stranger hath that benefit,
130.00A.026 Wee can beginnings, but not habits choke.
130.00A.027 Goe, whither? hence; you get, if you forget;
130.00A.028 New faults, till they prescribe in us, are smoake.
130.00A.029 Our soule, whose country'is heaven, & God her father,
130.00A.030 Into this world, corruptions sinke, is sent,
130.00A.031 Yet, so much in her travaile she doth gather,
130.00A.032 That she returnes home, wiser then she went;
130.00A.033 It payes you well, if it teach you to spare,
130.00A.034 And make you'asham'd, to make your hawks praise, yours,
130.00A.035 Which when herselfe she lessens in the aire,
130.00A.036 You then first say, that high enough she toures.
130.00A.037 However, keepe the lively tast you hold
130.00A.038 Of God, love him as now, but feare him more,
130.00A.039 And in your afternoones thinke what you told
130.00A.040 And promis'd him, at morning prayer before.
130.00A.041 Let falshood like a discord anger you,
130.00A.042 Else be not froward; But why doe I touch
130.00A.043 Things, of which none is in your practise new,
130.00A.044 And Tables, or fruit-trenchers teach as much;
130.00A.045 But thus I make you keepe your promise Sir,
130.00A.046 Riding I had you, though you still staid there,
130.00A.047 And in these thoughts, although you never stirre,
130.00A.048 You came with mee to Micham, and are here.
131.00B.0HE To the Countesse of Huntington.
131.00B.001 That unripe side of earth, that heavy clime
131.00B.002 That gives us man up now, like Adams time
131.00B.003 Before he ate; mans shape, that would yet bee
131.00B.004 (Knew they not it, and fear'd beasts companie)
131.00B.005 So naked at this day, as though man there
131.00B.006 From Paradise so great a distance were,
131.00B.007 As yet the newes could not arrived bee
131.00B.008 Of Adams tasting the forbidden tree;
131.00B.009 Depriv'd of that free state which they were in,
131.00B.010 And wanting the reward, yet beare the sinne.
131.00B.011 But, as from extreme hights who downward looks,
131.00B.012 Sees men at childrens shapes, Rivers at brookes,
131.00B.013 And loseth younger formes; so, to your eye,
131.00B.014 These (Madame) that without your distance lie,
131.00B.015 Must either mist, or nothing seeme to be,
131.00B.016 Who are at home but wits mere Atomi.
131.00B.017 But, I who can behold them move, and stay,
131.00B.018 Have found my selfe to you, just their midway;
131.00B.019 And now must pitty them; for, as they doe
131.00B.020 Seeme sick to me, just so must I to you,
131.00B.021 Yet neither will I vexe your eyes to see
131.00B.022 A sighing Ode, nor crosse-arm'd Elegie.
131.00B.023 I come not to call pitty from your heart,
131.00B.024 Like some white-liver'd dotard that would part
131.00B.025 Else from his slipperie soule with a faint groane,
131.00B.026 And faithfully, (without you smil'd) were gone.
131.00B.027 I cannot feele the tempest of a frowne,
131.00B.028 I may be rais'd by love, but not throwne down.
131.00B.029 Though I can pittie those sigh twice a day,
131.00B.030 I hate that thing whispers it selfe away.
131.00B.031 Yet since all love is fever, who to trees
131.00B.032 Doth talke, doth yet in loves cold ague freeze.
131.00B.033 'Tis love, but, with such fatall weaknesse made,
131.00B.034 That it destroyes it selfe with its owne shade.
131.00B.035 Who first look'd sad, griev'd, pin'd, and shew'd his paine.
131.00B.036 Was he that first taught women, to disdaine.
131.00B.037 As all things were one nothing, dull and weake,
131.00B.038 Vntill this raw disordered heape did breake,
131.00B.039 And severall desires led parts away,
131.00B.040 Water declin'd with earth, the ayre did stay,
131.00B.041 Fire rose, and each from other but unty'd,
131.00B.042 Themselves unprison'd were and purify'd:
131.00B.043 So was love, first in vast confusion hid,
131.00B.044 An unripe willingnesse which nothing did,
131.00B.045 A thirst, an Appetite which had no ease,
131.00B.046 That found a want, but knew not what would please.
131.00B.047 What pretty innocence in those dayes mov'd?
131.00B.048 Man ignorantly walk'd by her he lov'd;
131.00B.049 Both sigh'd and enterchang'd a speaking eye,
131.00B.050 Both trembled and were sick, both knew not why.
131.00B.051 That naturall fearefulnesse that struck man dumbe,
131.00B.052 Might well (those times considered) man become.
131.00B.053 As all discoverers whose first assay
131.00B.054 Findes but the place, after, the nearest way:
131.00B.055 So passion is to womans love, about,
131.00B.056 Nay, farther off, than when we first set out.
131.00B.057 It is not love that sueth, or doth contend;
131.00B.058 Love either conquers, or but meets a friend.
131.00B.059 Man's better part consists of purer fire,
131.00B.060 And findes it selfe allow'd, ere it desire.
131.00B.061 Love is wise here, keepes home, gives reason sway,
131.00B.062 And journeys not till it finde summer-way.
131.00B.063 A weather-beaten Lover but once knowne,
131.00B.064 Is sport for every girle to practise on.
131.00B.065 Who strives through womans scornes, women to know.
131.00B.066 Is lost, and seekes his shadow to outgoe;
131.00B.067 It must bee sicknesse after one disdaine,
131.00B.068 Though he be call'd aloud, to looke againe.
131.00B.069 Let others sinne, and grieve; one cunning sleight
131.00B.070 Shall freeze my Love to Christall in a night.
131.00B.071 I can love first, and (if I winne) love still;
131.00B.072 And cannot be remov'd, unlesse she will.
131.00B.073 It is her fault if I unsure remaine,
131.00B.074 Shee onely can untie, I binde againe.
131.00B.075 The honesties of love with ease I doe,
131.00B.076 But am no porter for a tedious woe.
131.00B.077 But (madame) I now thinke on you; and here
131.00B.078 Where we are at our hights, you but appeare,
131.00B.079 We are but clouds, you rise from our noone-ray,
131.00B.080 But a foule shadow, not your breake of day.
131.00B.081 You are at first hand all that's faire and right,
131.00B.082 And others good reflects but backe your light.
131.00B.083 You are a perfectnesse, so curious hit,
131.00B.084 That youngest flatteries doe scandall it.
131.00B.085 For, what is more doth what you are restraine,
131.00B.086 And though beyond, is downe the hill againe.
131.00B.087 We have no next way to you, we crosse to it:
131.00B.088 You are the straight line, thing prais'd, attribute,
131.00B.089 Each good in you's a light; so many a shade
131.00B.090 You make, and in them are your motions made.
131.00B.091 These are your pictures to the life. From farre
131.00B.092 We see you move, and here your Zani's are:
131.00B.093 So that no fountaine good there is, doth grow
131.00B.094 In you, but our dimme actions faintly shew.
131.00B.095 Then finde I, if mans noblest part be love,
131.00B.096 Your purest luster must that shadow move.
131.00B.097 The soule with body, is a heaven combin'd
131.00B.098 With earth, and for mans ease, but nearer joyn'd.
131.00B.099 Where thoughts the starres of soule we understand,
131.00B.100 We guesse not their large natures, but command.
131.00B.101 And love in you, that bountie is of light,
131.00B.102 That gives to all, and yet hath infinite.
131.00B.103 Whose heat doth force us thither to intend,
131.00B.104 But soule we finde too earthly to ascend,
131.00B.105 'Till slow accesse hath made it wholy pure,
131.00B.106 Able immortall clearnesse to endure.
131.00B.107 Who dare aspire this journey with a staine,
131.00B.108 Hath waight will force him headlong backe againe.
131.00B.109 No more can impure man retaine and move
131.00B.110 In that pure region of a worthy love:
131.00B.111 Then earthly substance can unforc'd aspire,
131.00B.112 And leave his nature to converse with fire:
131.00B.113 Such may have eye, and hand; may sigh, may speak;
131.00B.114 But like swoln bubles, when they are high'st they break
131.00B.115 Though far removed Northerne fleets scarce finde
131.00B.116 The Sunnes comfort: others thinke him too kinde.
131.00B.117 There is an equall distance from her eye,
131.00B.118 Men perish too farre off, and burne too nigh.
131.00B.119 But as ayre takes the Sunne-beames equall bright
131.00B.120 From the first Rayes, to his last opposite:
131.00B.121 So able man, blest with a vertuous Love,
131.00B.122 Remote or neare, or howsoe'r they move;
131.00B.123 There vertue breakes all clouds that might annoy,
131.00B.124 There is no Emptinesse, but all is Ioy.
131.00B.125 He much profanes whom valiant heats doe move
131.00B.126 To stile his wandring rage of passion, Love.
131.00B.127 Love that imparts in every thing delight,
131.00B.128 Is [fain'd], [which] [only] [tempts] [mans] [appetite].
131.00B.129 Why love among the vertues is not knowne
131.00B.130 Is, that love is them all contracted one.
132.003.HE1 Amicissimo, & meritissimo
132.003.HE2 Ben: Ionson.
132.003.001 Qvod arte ausus es hic tua, Poeta,
132.003.002 Si auderent hominum Deique iuris
132.003.003 Consulti, veteres sequi aemularierque,
132.003.004 O omnes saperemus ad salutem.
132.003.005 His sed sunt veteres araneosi;
132.003.006 Tam nemo veterum est sequutor, vt tu
132.003.007 Illos quod sequeris nouator audis.
132.003.008 Fac tamen quod agis; tuique prima
132.003.009 Libri canitie induantur hora:
132.003.010 Nam cartis pueritia est neganda,
132.003.011 Nascanturque senes, oportet, illi
132.003.012 Libri, queis dare vis perennitatem.
132.003.013 Priscis, ingenium facit, laborque
132.003.014 Te parem; hos superes, vt & futuros,
132.003.015 Ex nostra vitiositate sumas,
132.003.016 Qua priscos superamus, & futuros.
133.00A.0HE To M.M.H.
133.00A.001 Mad paper stay, and grudge not here to burne
133.00A.002 With all those sonnes whom my braine did create,
133.00A.003 At lest lye hid with mee, till thou returne.
133.00A.004 To rags againe, which is thy native state.
133.00A.005 What though thou have enough unworthinesse
133.00A.006 To come unto great place as others doe,
133.00A.007 That's much, emboldens, pulls, thrusts I confesse,
133.00A.008 But 'tis not all, thou should'st be wicked too.
133.00A.009 And, that thou canst not learne, or not of mee;
133.00A.010 Yet thou wilt goe, Goe, since thou goest to her
133.00A.011 Who lacks but faults to be a Prince, for shee,
133.00A.012 Truth, whom they dare not pardon, dares preferre.
133.00A.013 But when thou com'st to that perplexing eye
133.00A.014 Which equally claimes love and reverence.
133.00A.015 Thou wilt not long dispute it, thou wilt die;
133.00A.016 And, having little now, have then no sense.
133.00A.017 Yet when her warme redeeming hand, which is
133.00A.018 A miracle; and made such to worke more,
133.00A.019 Doth touch thee (saples leafe) thou grow'st by this
133.00A.020 Her creature; glorify'd more then before.
133.00A.021 Then as a mother which delights to heare
133.00A.022 Her early child mispeake halfe uttered words,
133.00A.023 Or, because majesty doth never feare
133.00A.024 Ill or bold speech, she Audience affords.
133.00A.025 And then, cold speechlesse wretch, thou diest againe,
133.00A.026 And wisely; what discourse is left for thee?
133.00A.027 For, speech of ill, and her thou must abstaine,
133.00A.028 And is there any good which is not shee?
133.00A.029 Yet maist thou praise her servants, though not her,
133.00A.030 And wit, and vertue,'and honour her attend,
133.00A.031 And since they'are but her cloathes, thou shalt not erre
133.00A.032 If thou her shape and beauty'and grace commend.
133.00A.033 Who knowes thy destiny? when thou hast done,
133.00A.034 Perchance her Cabinet may harbour thee,
133.00A.035 Whither all noble ambitious wits doe runne,
133.00A.036 A nest almost as full of Good as shee.
133.00A.037 When thou art there, if any, whom wee know,
133.00A.038 Were sav'd before, and did that heaven partake,
133.00A.039 When she revolves his papers, marke what show
133.00A.040 Of favour, she alone, to them doth make.
133.00A.041 Marke, if to get them, she o'r skip the rest,
133.00A.042 Marke, if shee read them twice, or kisse the name;
133.00A.043 Marke, if she doe the same that they protest,
133.00A.044 Marke, if she marke whether her woman came.
133.00A.045 Marke, if slight things be'objected, and o'r blowne,
133.00A.046 Marke, if her oathes against him be not still
133.00A.047 Reserv'd, and that shee grieves she's not her owne,
133.00A.048 And chides the doctrine that denies Freewill.
133.00A.049 I bid thee not doe this to be my spie;
133.00A.050 Nor to make my selfe her familiar;
133.00A.051 But so much I doe love her choyce, that I
133.00A.052 Would faine love him that shall be lov'd of her.
134.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
134.00A.001 Reason is our Soules left hand, Faith her right,
134.00A.002 By these wee reach divinity, that's you;
134.00A.003 Their loves, who have the blessings of your light,
134.00A.004 Grew from their reason, mine from faire faith grew.
134.00A.005 But as, although a squint lefthandednesse
134.00A.006 Be'ungracious, yet we cannot want that hand,
134.00A.007 So would I, not to encrease, but to expresse
134.00A.008 My faith, as I beleeve, so understand.
134.00A.009 Therefore I study you first in your Saints,
134.00A.010 Those friends, whom your election glorifies,
134.00A.011 Then in your deeds, accesses, and restraints,
134.00A.012 And what you reade, and what your selfe devize.
134.00A.013 But soone, the reasons why you'are lov'd by all,
134.00A.014 Grow infinite, and so passe reasons reach,
134.00A.015 Then backe againe to'implicite faith I fall,
134.00A.016 And rest on what the Catholique faith doth teach;
134.00A.017 That you are good: and not one Heretique
134.00A.018 Denies it: if he did, yet you are so.
134.00A.019 For, rockes, which high top'd and deep rooted sticke,
134.00A.020 Waves wash, not undermine, nor overthrow.
134.00A.021 In every thing there naturally growes
134.00A.022 A Balsamum to keepe it fresh, and new,
134.00A.023 If'twere not injur'd by extrinsique blowes;
134.00A.024 Your birth and beauty are this Balme in you.
134.00A.025 But, you of learning and religion,
134.00A.026 And vertue,'and such ingredients, have made
134.00A.027 A methridate, whose operation
134.00A.028 Keepes off, or cures what can be done or said.
134.00A.029 Yet, this is not your physicke, but your food,
134.00A.030 A dyet fit for you; for you are here
134.00A.031 The first good Angell, since the worlds frame stood,
134.00A.032 That ever did in womans shape appeare.
134.00A.033 Since you are then Gods masterpeece, and so
134.00A.034 His Factor for our loves; do as you doe,
134.00A.035 Make your returne home gracious; and bestow
134.00A.036 Thy life on that; so make one life of two.
134.00A.037 For so God helpe mee,'I would not misse you there
134.00A.038 For all the good which you can do me here.
135.B13.0HE A letter written by Sr. H: G: and I: D. alternis vicibus.
135.B13.001 Since eu'ry Tree beginns to blossome now
135.B13.002 Perfuminge and enamelinge each bow
135.B13.003 Hartes should as well as they, some fruits allow.
135.B13.004 For since one old poore sunn serues all the rest,
135.B13.005 You seu'rall sunns that warme, & light each brest
135.B13.006 Doe by that infuence all your thoughts digest.
135.B13.007 And that you two may soe your vertues moue,
135.B13.008 on better matter then beames from aboue,
135.B13.009 Thus our twin'd soules send forth these buds of loue.
135.B13.010 As in deuotions men Ioyne both there hands
135.B13.011 wee make our's doe one Act, to seale the bands,
135.B13.012 by which w' enthrall our selues to your Commands.
135.B13.013 And each for others faith, & zeale stand bound,
135.B13.014 as safe as spirits are from any wound,
135.B13.015 soe free from impure thoughts they shalbe found.
135.B13.016 Admit our Magique then by which wee doe
135.B13.017 Make you appeere to vs, & vs to you,
135.B13.018 supplying all the Muses in you twoe.
135.B13.019 wee doe consider noe flower that is sweet,
135.B13.020 but wee your breath in that exhaling meet,
135.B13.021 and as true Types of your, them humbly greet.
135.B13.022 Heere in our Nightingales, wee heere you singe
135.B13.023 who soe doe make the whole yeare through a springe,
135.B13.024 and saue vs from the feare of Autumns stinge.
135.B13.025 In Auchos calme face wee your smoothnes see,
135.B13.026 your mindes vnmingled, & as cleare as shee
135.B13.027 that keepes vntoucht her first virginite.
135.B13.028 Did all St. Edith Nunns descend againe
135.B13.029 to honor Polesworth with their Cloystr'd traine
135.B13.030 compar'd with you each would confesse some stayne.
135.B13.031 or should wee more bleed out our thoughts in Inke
135.B13.032 noe paper (though it would bee glad to drinke
135.B13.033 those drops) could Conprehend what wee doe thinke.
135.B13.034 For t'were in vs ambition to write
135.B13.035 soe, that because wee two, you two vnite,
135.B13.036 our letter should as you, bee infinite.
136.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
136.00A.001 Honour is so sublime perfection,
136.00A.002 And so refinde; that when God was alone
136.00A.003 And creaturelesse at first, himselfe had none;
136.00A.004 But as of the elements, these which wee tread,
136.00A.005 Produce all things with which wee'are joy'd or fed,
136.00A.006 And, those are barren both above our head:
136.00A.007 So from low persons doth all honour flow;
136.00A.008 Kings, whom they would have honoured, to us show,
136.00A.009 And but direct our honour, not bestow.
136.00A.010 For when from herbs the pure part must be wonne
136.00A.011 From grosse, by Stilling, this is better done
136.00A.012 By despis'd dung, then by the fire or Sunne.
136.00A.013 Care not then, Madame,'how low your prayses lye;
136.00A.014 In labourers balads oft more piety
136.00A.015 God findes, then in Te Deums melodie.
136.00A.016 And, ordinance rais'd on Towers so many mile
136.00A.017 Send not their voice, nor last so long a while
136.00A.018 As fires from th'earths low vaults in Sicil Isle.
136.00A.019 Should I say I liv'd darker then were true,
136.00A.020 Your radiation can all clouds subdue,
136.00A.021 But one,'tis best light to contemplate you.
136.00A.022 You, for whose body God made better clay,
136.00A.023 Or tooke Soules stuffe such as shall late decay,
136.00A.024 Or such as needs small change at the last day.
136.00A.025 This, as an Amber drop enwraps a Bee,
136.00A.026 Covering discovers your quicke Soule; that we
136.00A.027 May in your through-shine front our hearts thoughts see.
136.00A.028 You teach (though wee learne not) a thing unknowne
136.00A.029 To our late times, the use of specular stone,
136.00A.030 Through which all things within without were shown.
136.00A.031 Of such were Temples; so and such you are;
136.00A.032 Beeing and seeming is your equall care,
136.00A.033 And vertues whole summe is but know and dare.
136.00A.034 But as our Soules of growth and Soules of sense
136.00A.035 Have birthright of our reasons Soule, yet hence
136.00A.036 They fly not from that, nor seeke presidence.
136.00A.037 Natures first lesson, so, discretion,
136.00A.038 Must not grudge zeale a place, nor yet keepe none,
136.00A.039 Not banish it selfe, nor religion.
136.00A.040 Discretion is a wisemans Soule, and so
136.00A.041 Religion is a Christians, and you know
136.00A.042 How these are one, her yea, is not her no.
136.00A.043 Nor may we hope to sodder still and knit
136.00A.044 These two, and dare to breake them; nor must wit
136.00A.045 Be colleague to religion, but be it.
136.00A.046 In those poore types of God (round circles) so
136.00A.047 Religions tipes, the peeclesse centers flow,
136.00A.048 And are in all the lines which alwayes goe.
136.00A.049 If either ever wrought in you alone
136.00A.050 Or principally, then religion
136.00A.051 Wrought your ends, and your wayes discretion.
136.00A.052 Goe thither stil, goe the same way you went,
136.00A.053 Who so would change, do covet or repent;
136.00A.054 Neither can reach you, great and innocent.
137.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
137.00A.001 You have refin'd mee, and to worthyest things
137.00A.002 Vertue, Art, Beauty, Fortune, now I see
137.00A.003 Rarenesse, or use, not nature value brings;
137.00A.004 And such, as they are circumstanc'd, they bee.
137.00A.005 Two ills can nere perplexe us, sinne to'excuse;
137.00A.006 But of two good things, we may leave and chuse.
137.00A.007 Therefore at Court, which is not vertues clime,
137.00A.008 (Where a transcendent height, (as, lownesse mee)
137.00A.009 Makes her not be, or not show: all my rime
137.00A.010 Your vertues challenge, which there rarest bee;
137.00A.011 For, as darke texts need notes: there some must bee
137.00A.012 To usher vertue, and say, This is shee.
137.00A.013 So in the country'is beauty; to this place
137.00A.014 You are the season (Madame) you the day,
137.00A.015 'Tis but a grave of spices, till your face
137.00A.016 Exhale them, and a thick close bud display.
137.00A.017 Widow'd and reclus'd else, her sweets she'enshrines
137.00A.018 As China, when the Sunne at Brasill dines.
137.00A.019 Out from your chariot, morning breaks at night,
137.00A.020 And falsifies both computations so;
137.00A.021 Since a new world doth rise here from your light,
137.00A.022 We your new creatures, by new recknings goe.
137.00A.023 This showes that you from nature lothly stray,
137.00A.024 That suffer not an artificiall day.
137.00A.025 In this you'have made the Court the Antipodes,
137.00A.026 And will'd your Delegate, the vulgar Sunne,
137.00A.027 To doe profane autumnall offices,
137.00A.028 Whilst here to you, wee sacrificers runne;
137.00A.029 And whether Priests, or Organs, you wee'obey,
137.00A.030 We found your influence, and your Dictates say.
137.00A.031 Yet to that Deity which dwels in you,
137.00A.032 Your vertuous Soule, I now not sacrifice;
137.00A.033 These are Petitions, and not Hymnes; they sue
137.00A.034 But that I may survay the edifice.
137.00A.035 In all Religions as much care hath bin
137.00A.036 Of Temples frames, and beauty,'as Rites within.
137.00A.037 As all which goe to Rome, doe not thereby
137.00A.038 Esteeme religions, and hold fast the best,
137.00A.039 But serve discourse, and curiosity,
137.00A.040 With that which doth religion but invest,
137.00A.041 And shunne th'entangling laborinths of Schooles,
137.00A.042 And make it wit, to thinke the wiser fooles:
137.00A.043 So in this pilgrimage I would behold
137.00A.044 You as you'are vertues temple, not as shee,
137.00A.045 What walls of tender christall her enfold,
137.00A.046 What eyes, hands, bosome, her pure Altars bee;
137.00A.047 And after this survay, oppose to all
137.00A.048 Bablers of Chappels, you th'Escuriall.
137.00A.049 Yet not as consecrate, but merely'as faire;
137.00A.050 On these I cast a lay and country eye.
137.00A.051 Of past and future stories, which are rare,
137.00A.052 I finde you all record, and prophecie.
137.00A.053 Purge but the booke of Fate, that it admit
137.00A.054 No sad nor guilty legends, you are it.
137.00A.055 If good and lovely were not one, of both
137.00A.056 You were the transcript, and originall,
137.00A.057 The Elements, the Parent, and the Growth
137.00A.058 And every peece of you, is both their All,
137.00A.059 So'intire are all your deeds, and you, that you
137.00A.060 Must do the same things still: you cannot two.
137.00A.061 But these (as nice thinne Schoole divinity
137.00A.062 Serves heresie to furder or represse)
137.00A.063 Tast of Poetique rage, or flattery,
137.00A.064 And need not, where all hearts one truth professe;
137.00A.065 Oft from new proofes, and new phrase, new doubts grow,
137.00A.066 As strange attire aliens the men wee know.
137.00A.067 Leaving then busie praise, and all appeale,
137.00A.068 To higher Courts, senses decree is true,
137.00A.069 The Mine, the Magazine, the Commonweale,
137.00A.070 The story of beauty', in Twicknam is, and you.
137.00A.071 Who hath seene one, would both; As, who had bin
137.00A.072 In Paradise, would seeke the Cherubin.
138.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
138.00A.001 T'have written then, when you writ, seem'd to mee
138.00A.002 Worst of spirituall vices, Simony,
138.00A.003 And not t'have written then, seemes little lesse
138.00A.004 Then worst of civill vices, thanklessenesse.
138.00A.005 In this, my doubt I seem'd loath to confesse,
138.00A.006 In that, I seem'd to shunne beholdingnesse.
138.00A.007 But 'tis not soe, nothing, as I am, may,
138.00A.008 Pay all they have, and yet have all to pay.
138.00A.009 Such borrow in their payments, and owe more
138.00A.010 By having leave to write so, then before.
138.00A.011 Yet since rich mines in barren grounds are showne,
138.00A.012 May not I yeeld (not gold) but coale or stone?
138.00A.013 Temples were not demolish'd, though prophane:
138.00A.014 Here Peter Ioves, there Paul have Dian's Fane.
138.00A.015 So whether my hymnes you admit or chuse,
138.00A.016 In me you'have hallowed a Pagan Muse,
138.00A.017 And denizend a stranger, who mistaught
138.00A.018 By blamers of the times they mard, hath sought
138.00A.019 Vertues in corners, which now bravely doe
138.00A.020 Shine in the worlds best part, or all, in you.
138.00A.021 I have beene told, that vertue'in Courtiers hearts
138.00A.022 Suffers an Ostracisme, and departs.
138.00A.023 Profit, ease, fitnesse, plenty, bid it goe,
138.00A.024 But whither, only knowing you, I know;
138.00A.025 Your, or you vertue, two vast uses serves,
138.00A.026 It ransomes one sex, and one Court preserves;
138.00A.027 There's nothing but your worth, which being true,
138.00A.028 Is knowne to any other, not to you.
138.00A.029 And you can never know it; To admit
138.00A.030 No knowledge of your worth, it some of it.
138.00A.031 But since to you, your praises discords bee,
138.00A.032 Stop others ills, to meditate with mee.
138.00A.033 Oh! to confesse wee know not what we should,
138.00A.034 Is halfe excuse, wee know not what we would.
138.00A.035 Lightnesse depresseth us, emptinesse fills,
138.00A.036 We sweat and faint, yet still goe downe the hills;
138.00A.037 As new Philosophy arrests the Sunne,
138.00A.038 And bids the passive earth about it runne,
138.00A.039 So wee have dull'd our minde, it hath no ends;
138.00A.040 Onely the bodie's busie, and pretends;
138.00A.041 As dead low earth ecclipses and controules
138.00A.042 The quick high Moone: so doth the body, Soules.
138.00A.043 In none but us, are such mixt engines found,
138.00A.044 As hands of double office: For, the ground
138.00A.045 We till with them; and them to heav'n wee raise;
138.00A.046 Who prayer-lesse labours, or, without this, prayes,
138.00A.047 Doth but one halfe, that's none; He which said, Plough
138.00A.048 And looke not back, to looke up doth allow.
138.00A.049 Good seed degenerates, and oft obeyes
138.00A.050 The soyles disease, and into cockle strayes.
138.00A.051 Let the minds thoughts be but transplanted so,
138.00A.052 Into the body,'and bastardly they grow.
138.00A.053 What hate could hurt our bodies like our love?
138.00A.054 Wee but no forraigne tyrans could remove,
138.00A.055 These not ingrav'd, but inborne dignities
138.00A.056 Caskets of soules; Temples, and Palaces:
138.00A.057 For, bodies shall from death redeemed bee,
138.00A.058 Soules but preserv'd, not naturally free;
138.00A.059 As men to'our prisons, new soules to us are sent,
138.00A.060 Which learne it there, and come in innocent.
138.00A.061 First seeds of every creature are in us,
138.00A.062 What ere the world hath bad, or pretious,
138.00A.063 Mans body can produce, hence hath it beene
138.00A.064 That stones, wormes, frogges, and snakes in man are seene:
138.00A.065 But who ere saw, though nature can worke soe,
138.00A.066 That, pearle, or gold, or corne in man did grow.
138.00A.067 We'have added to the world Virginia,'and sent
138.00A.068 Two new starres lately to the firmament;
138.00A.069 Why grudge wee us (not heaven) the dignity
138.00A.070 T'increase with ours, those faire soules company.
138.00A.071 But I must end this letter, though it doe
138.00A.072 Stand on two truths, neither is true to you.
138.00A.073 Vertue hath some perversenesse; For she will
138.00A.074 Neither beleeve her good, nor others ill,
138.00A.075 Even in your vertues best paradise,
138.00A.076 Vertue hath some, but wise degrees of vice.
138.00A.077 Too many vertues, or too much of one
138.00A.078 Begets in you unjust suspition.
138.00A.079 And ignorance of vice, makes vertue lesse,
138.00A.080 Quenching compassion of our wrechednesse.
138.00A.081 But these are riddles; Some aspersion
138.00A.082 Of vice becomes well some complexion.
138.00A.083 Statesmen purge vice with vice, and may corrode
138.00A.084 The bad with bad, a spider with a toad:
138.00A.085 For so, ill thralls not them, but they tame ill
138.00A.086 And make her do much good against her will,
138.00A.087 But in your Commonwealth or world in you
138.00A.088 Vice hath no office, or good worke to doe.
138.00A.089 Take then no vitious purge, but be content
138.00A.090 With cordiall vertue, your knowne nourishment.
139.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
139.00A.HE1 On New-yeares day.
139.00A.001 This twilight of two yeares, not past nor next,
139.00A.002 Some embleme is of mee, or I of this,
139.00A.003 Who Meteor-like, of stuffe and forme perplext,
139.00A.004 Whose what, and where, in disputation is,
139.00A.005 If I should call mee any thing, should misse.
139.00A.006 I summe the yeares, and mee, and finde mee not
139.00A.007 Debtor to th'old, nor Creditor to th'new,
139.00A.008 That cannot say, My thankes I have forgot,
139.00A.009 Nor trust I this with hopes, and yet scarce true,
139.00A.010 This bravery is since these time shew'd mee you.
139.00A.011 In recompence I would show future times
139.00A.012 What you were, and teach them to'urge towards such,
139.00A.013 Verse embalmes vertue;'and Tombs, or Thrones of rimes,
139.00A.014 Preserve fraile transitory fame, as much
139.00A.015 As spice doth bodies from corrupt aires touch.
139.00A.016 Mine are short liv'd; the tincture of your name
139.00A.017 Creates in them, but dissipates as fast,
139.00A.018 New spirit: for, strong agents with the same
139.00A.019 Force that doth warme and cherish, us doe wast;
139.00A.020 Kept hot with strong extracts, no bodies last:
139.00A.021 So, my verse built of your just praise, might want
139.00A.022 Reason and likelihood, the firmest Base,
139.00A.023 And made of miracle, now faith is scant,
139.00A.024 Will vanish soone, and so possesse no place,
139.00A.025 And you, and it, too much grace might disgrace.
139.00A.026 When all (as truth commands assent) confesse
139.00A.027 All truth of you, yet they will doubt how I
139.00A.028 One corne of one low anthills dust, and lesse,
139.00A.029 Should name know or expresse a thing so high,
139.00A.030 And not an inch, measure infinity.
139.00A.031 I cannot tell them, nor my selfe, nor you,
139.00A.032 But leave, lest truth b'endanger'd by my praise,
139.00A.033 And turne to God, who knowes I thinke this true,
139.00A.034 And useth oft, when such a heart mis-sayes,
139.00A.035 To make it good, for, such a prayer prayes.
139.00A.036 Hee will best teach you, how you should lay out
139.00A.037 His stock of beauty, learning, favour, blood,
139.00A.038 He will perplex security with doubt,
139.00A.039 And cleare those doubts, hide from you,'and shew you good,
139.00A.040 And so increase your appetite and food;
139.00A.041 Hee will teach you, that good and bad have not
139.00A.042 One latitude in cloysters, and in Court,
139.00A.043 Indifferent there the greatest space hath got,
139.00A.044 Some pitty'is not good there, some vaine disport,
139.00A.045 On this side, sinne; with that place may comport.
139.00A.046 Yet he as hee bounds seas, will fixe your houres,
139.00A.047 With pleasure, and delight may not ingresse,
139.00A.048 And though what none else lost, be truliest yours,
139.00A.049 Hee will make you, what you did not, possese,
139.00A.050 By using others, not vice, but weakenesse.
139.00A.051 He will make you speake truths, and credibly,
139.00A.052 And make you doubt, that others doe not so:
139.00A.053 Hee will provide you keyes, and locks, to spie,
139.00A.054 And scape spies, to good ends, and hee will show
139.00A.055 What you may not acknowledge, what not know.
139.00A.056 For your owne conscience, he gives innocence,
139.00A.057 But for your fame, a discreet warinesse,
139.00A.058 And though to scape, then to revenge offence
139.00A.059 Be better, he showes both, and to represse
139.00A.060 Ioy, when your state swells, sadnesse when 'tis lesse.
139.00A.061 From need of teares he will defend your soule,
139.00A.062 Or make a rebaptizing of one teare;
139.00A.063 Hee cannot, (that's, he will not) dis-inroule
139.00A.064 Your name; and when with active joy we heare
139.00A.065 This private Ghospell, then 'tis our new yeare,
140.00A.0HE To Sr Edward Herbert. at Iulyers.
140.00A.001 Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded bee,
140.00A.002 Wisdome makes him an Arke where all agree;
140.00A.003 The foole, in whom these beasts do live at jarre,
140.00A.004 Is sport to others, and a Theater,
140.00A.005 Nor scapes hee so, but is himselfe their prey;
140.00A.006 All which was man in him, is eate away,
140.00A.007 And now his beasts on one another feed,
140.00A.008 Yet couple'in anger, and new monsters breed;
140.00A.009 How happy'is hee, which hath due place assign'd
140.00A.010 To'his beasts, and disaforested his minde?
140.00A.011 Empail'd himselfe to keepe them out, not in;
140.00A.012 Can sow, and dares trust corne, where they have bin;
140.00A.013 Can use his horse, goate, wolfe, and every beast,
140.00A.014 And is not Asse himselfe to all the rest.
140.00A.015 Else, man not onely is the heard of swine,
140.00A.016 But he's those devills too, which did incline
140.00A.017 Them to a headlong rage, and made them worse:
140.00A.018 For man can adde weight to heavens heaviest curse.
140.00A.019 As Soules (they say) by our first touch, take in
140.00A.020 The poysonous tincture of Originall sinne,
140.00A.021 So, to the punishments which God doth fling,
140.00A.022 Our apprehension contributes the sting.
140.00A.023 To us, as to his chickins, he doth cast
140.00A.024 Hemlocke, and wee as men, his hemlocke taste.
140.00A.025 We do infuse to what he meant for meat,
140.00A.026 Corrosivenesse, or intense cold or heat.
140.00A.027 For, God no such specifique poyson hath
140.00A.028 As kills we know not how; his fiercest wrath
140.00A.029 Hath no antipathy, but may be good
140.00A.030 At lest for physicke, if not for our food.
140.00A.031 Thus man, that might be'his pleasure, is his rod,
140.00A.032 And is his devill, that might be his God.
140.00A.033 Since then our businesse is, to rectifie
140.00A.034 Nature, to what she was, wee'are led awry
140.00A.035 By them, who man to us in little show,
140.00A.036 Greater then due, no forme we can bestow
140.00A.037 On him; for Man into himselfe can draw
140.00A.038 All, All his faith can swallow,'or reason chaw.
140.00A.039 All that is fill'd, and all that which doth fill,
140.00A.040 All the round world, to man is but a pill,
140.00A.041 In all it workes not, but it is in all
140.00A.042 Poysonous, or purgative, or cordiall,
140.00A.043 For, knowledge kindles Calentures in some,
140.00A.044 And is to others jcy Opium.
140.00A.045 As brave as true, is that profession than
140.00A.046 Which you doe use to make; that you know man.
140.00A.047 This makes it credible, you have dwelt upon
140.00A.048 All worthy bookes; and now are such an one.
140.00A.O49 Actions are authors, and of those in you
140.00A.050 Your friends finde every day a mart of new.
141.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Huntingdon.
141.00A.001 Man to Gods image, Eve, to mans was made,
141.00A.002 Nor finde wee that God breath'd a soule in her,
141.00A.003 Canons will not Church functions you invade,
141.00A.004 Nor lawes to civill office you preferre.
141.00A.005 Who vagrant transitory Comets sees,
141.00A.006 Wonders, because they'are rare; But a new starre
141.00A.007 Whose motion with the firmament agrees,
141.00A.008 Is miracle; for, there no new things are;
141.00A.009 In woman so perchance milde innocence
141.00A.010 A seldome comet is, but active good
141.00A.011 A miracle, which reason scapes, and sense;
141.00A.012 For, Art and Nature this in them withstood.
141.00A.013 As such a starre, which Magi led to view
141.00A.014 The manger-cradled infant, God below.
141.00A.015 By vertues beames by fame deriv'd from you,
141.00A.016 May apt soules, and the worst may vertue know.
141.00A.017 If the worlds age, and death be argued well
141.00A.018 By the Sunnes fall, which now towards earth doth bend,
141.00A.019 Then we might feare that vertue, since she fell
141.00A.020 So low as woman, should be neare her end.
141.00A.021 But she's not stoop'd, but rais'd; exil'd by men
141.00A.022 She fled to heaven, that's heavenly things, that's you,
141.00A.023 She was in all men, thinly scatter'd then,
141.00A.024 But now amass'd, contracted in a few.
141.00A.025 She guilded us: But you are gold, and Shee,
141.00A.026 Us she inform'd, but transubstantiates you,
141.00A.027 Soft dispositions which ductile bee,
141.00A.028 Elixarlike, she makes not cleane, but new.
141.00A.029 Though you a wifes and mothers name retaine,
141.00A.030 'Tis not as woman, for all are not soe,
141.00A.031 But vertue having made you vertue,'is faine
141.00A.032 T'adhere in these names, her and you to show,
141.00A.033 Else, being alike pure, wee should neither see,
141.00A.034 As, water being into ayre rarify'd,
141.00A.035 Neither appeare, till in one cloud they bee,
141.00A.036 So, for our sakes you do low names abide;
141.00A.037 Taught by great constellations, which being fram'd,
141.00A.038 Of the most starres, take low names, Crab, and Bull,
141.00A.039 When single planets by the Gods are nam'd,
141.00A.040 You covet not great names, of great things full.
141.00A.041 So you, as woman, one doth comprehend,
141.00A.042 And in the vaile of kindred others see;
141.00A.043 To some ye are reveal'd, as in a friend,
141.00A.044 And as a vertuous Prince farre off, to mee.
141.00A.045 To whom, because from you all vertues flow,
141.00A.046 And 'tis not none, to dare contemplate you,
141.00A.047 I, which to you as your true subject owe
141.00A.048 Some tribute for that, so these lines are due,
141.00A.049 If you can thinke these flatteries, they are,
141.00A.050 For then your judgement is below my praise,
141.00A.051 If they were so, oft, flatteries worke as farre,
141.00A.052 As Counsels, and as farre th'endeavour raise.
141.00A.053 So my ill reaching you might there grow good,
141.00A.054 But I remaine a poyson'd fountaine still;
141.00A.055 But not your beauty, vertue, knowledge, blood
141.00A.056 Are more above all flattery, then my will.
141.00A.057 And if I flatter any, 'tis not you
141.00A.058 But my owne judgement, who did long agoe
141.00A.059 Pronounce, that all these praises should be true,
141.00A.060 And vertue should your beauty,'and birth outgrow.
141.00A.061 Now that my prophesies are all fulfill'd,
141.00A.062 Rather then God should not be honour'd too,
141.00A.063 And all these gifts confess'd, which hee instill'd,
141.00A.064 Your selfe were bound to say thar which I doe.
141.00A.065 So I, but your Recorder am in this,
141.00A.066 Or mouth, or Speaker of the universe,
141.00A.067 A ministeriall notary, for 'tis
141.00A.068 Not I, but you and fame, that make this verse;
141.00A.069 I was your Prophet in your yonger dayes,
141.00A.070 And now your Chaplaine, God in you to praise.
142.00A.0HE A Letter to the Lady Carey, and Mrs Essex Riche,
142.00A.HE1 From Amyens.
142.00A.001 Here where by All All Saints invoked are,
142.00A.002 'Twere too much schisme to be singular,
142.00A.003 And 'gainst a practise generall to warre.
142.00A.004 Yet turning to Saincts, should my'humility
142.00A.005 To other Sainct then you directed bee,
142.00A.006 That were to make my schisme, heresie.
142.00A.007 Nor would I be a Convertite so cold,
142.00A.008 As not to tell it; If this be too bold,
142.00A.009 Pardons are in this market cheaply sold.
142.00A.010 Where, because Faith is in too low degree,
142.00A.011 I thought it some Apostleship in mee
142.00A.012 To speake things which by faith alone I see.
142.00A.013 That is, of you, who is a firmament
142.00A.014 Of virtues, where no one is growne, or spent,
142.00A.015 They'are your materials, not your ornament.
142.00A.016 Others whom wee call vertuous, are not so
142.00A.017 In their whole substance, but, their vertues grow
142.00A.018 But in their humours, and at seasons show.
142.00A.019 For when through tastlesse flat humilitie
142.00A.020 In dow bak'd men some harmelessenes we see,
142.00A.021 'Tis but his flegme that's Vertuous, and not Hee:
142.00A.022 Soe is the Blood sometimes; who ever ran
142.00A.023 To danger unimportun'd, he was than
142.00A.024 No better then a sanguine Vertuous man.
142.00A.025 So cloysterall men, who, in pretence of feare
142.00A.026 All contributions to this life forbeare,
142.00A.027 Have Vertue in Melancholy, and only there.
142.00A.028 Spirituall Cholerique Crytiques, which in all
142.00A.029 Religions find faults, and forgive no fall,
142.00A.030 Have, through their zeale, Vertue but in their Gall.
142.00A.031 We'are thus but parcel guilt; to Gold we'are growne
142.00A.032 When Vertue is our Soules complexion;
142.00A.033 Who knowes his Vertues name or place, hath none.
142.00A.034 Vertue'is but aguish, when 'tis severall,
142.00A.035 By occasion wak'd, and circumstantiall.
142.00A.036 True vertue is Soule, Alwaies in all deeds All.
142.00A.037 This Vertue thinking to give dignitie
142.00A.038 To your soule, found there no infirmitie,
142.00A.039 For, your soule was as good Vertue, as shee;
142.00A.040 Shee therefore wrought upon that part of you
142.00A.041 Which is scarce lesse then soule, as she could do,
142.00A.042 And so hath made your beauty, Vertue too.
142.00A.043 Hence comes it, that your Beauty wounds not hearts,
142.00A.044 As Others, with prophane and sensuall Darts,
142.00A.045 But as an influence, vertuous thoughts imparts.
142.00A.046 But if such friends by the honor of your sight
142.00A.047 Grow capable of this so great a light,
142.00A.048 As to partake your vertues, and their might,
142.00A.049 What must I thinke that influence must doe,
142.00A.050 Where it findes sympathie and matter too,
142.00A.051 Vertue, and beauty of the same stuffe, as you?
142.00A.052 Which is, your noble worthie sister, shee
142.00A.053 Of whom, if what in this my Extasie
142.00A.054 And revelation of you both I see,
142.00A.055 I should write here, as in short Galleries
142.00A.056 The Master at the end large glasses ties,
142.00A.057 So to present the roome twice to our eyes,
142.00A.058 So I should give this letter length, and say
142.00A.059 That which I said of you; there is no way
142.00A.060 From either, but by the other not to stray.
142.00A.061 May therefore this be enough to testifie
142.00A.062 My true devotion, free from flattery;
142.00A.063 He that beleeves himselfe, doth never lie.
143.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Bedford.
143.00A.0H2 Begun in France but never perfected.
143.00A.001 Though I be dead, and buried, yet I have
143.00A.002 (Living in you,) Court enough in my grave,
143.00A.003 As oft as there I thinke my selfe to bee,
143.00A.004 So many resurrections waken mee.
143.00A.005 That thankfullnesse your favours have begot
143.00A.006 In mee, embalmes mee; that I doe not rot;
143.00A.007 This season as 'tis Easter, as 'tis spring,
143.00A.008 Must both to growth and to confession bring
143.00A.009 My thoughts dispos'd unto your influence, so,
143.00A.010 These verses bud, so these confessions grow;
143.00A.011 First I confesse I have to others lent
143.00A.012 Your stock, and over prodigally spent
143.00A.013 Your treasure, for since I had never knowne
143.00A.014 Vertue or beautie, but as they are growne
143.00A.015 In you, I should not thinke or say they shine,
143.00A.016 (So as I have) in any other Mine;
143.00A.017 Next I confesse this my confession,
143.00A.018 For, 'tis some fault thus much to touch upon,
143.00A.019 Your praise to you, where half rights seeme too much,
143.00A.020 And make your minds sincere complexion blush.
143.00A.021 Next I confesse my'impenitence, for I
143.00A.022 Can scarce repent my first fault, since thereby
143.00A.023 Remote low Spirits, which shall ne'r read you,
143.00A.024 May in lesse lessons finde enough to doe,
143.00A.025 By studying copies, not Originals,
144.00B.HE1 DE LIBRO CVM MVTV-
144.00B.HE2 aretur, Impresso, Domi a pueris fru-
144.00B.HE3 stratim lacerato, & post reddito
144.00B.HE5 Doctissimo Amicissimoque v.
144.00B.HE6 D.D. Andrews.
144.00B.001 Parturiunt madido quae nixu praela, recepta;
144.00B.002 Sed quae scripta manu sunt, veneranda magis.
144.00B.003 Transiit in Sequanam Moenus; Victoris in aedes,
144.00B.004 Et Francofurtum, te revehente meat.
144.00B.005 Qui liber in pluteos, blattis, cinerique relictos,
144.00B.006 Si modo sit praeli sanguine tinctus, abit,
144.00B.007 Accedat calamo scriptus, reverenter habetur,
144.00B.008 Involat & veterum scrinia summa Patrum.
144.00B.009 Dicat Apollo modum; Pueros infundere libro
144.00B.010 Nempe vetustatem canitiemque novo.
144.00B.011 Nil mirum, medico pueros de semine natos,
144.00B.012 Haec nova fata libro posse dedisse novo.
144.00B.013 Si veterem faciunt pueri, qui nuperus, Annon
144.00B.014 Ipse Pater, Iuvenem, me dabit arte, senem?
144.00B.015 Hei miseris senibus; nos vertit dura senectus
144.00B.016 Omnes in pueros, neminem at in Iuvenem.
144.00B.017 Hoc tibi servasti praestandum, Antique Dierum,
144.00B.018 Quo viso, & vivit, & juvenescit Adam.
144.00B.019 Interea, Infirmae fallamus taedia vitae,
144.00B.020 Libris, & Coelorum aemula amicitia.
144.00B.021 Hos inter, qui a te mihi redditus, iste libellus,
144.00B.022 Non mihi tam charus, tam meus, ante fuit.
145.00A.0HE To the Countesse of Salisbury. August. 1614.
145.00A.001 Faire, great, and good, since seeing you, wee see
145.00A.002 What Heaven can doe, and what any Earth can be:
145.00A.003 Since now your beauty shines, now when the Sunne
145.00A.004 Growne stale, is to so low a value runne,
145.00A.005 That his disshevel'd beames and scattered fires
145.00A.006 Serve but for Ladies Periwigs and Tyres
145.00A.007 In lovers Sonnets: you come to repaire
145.00A.008 Gods booke of creatures, teaching what is faire.
145.00A.009 Since now, when all is withered, shrunke, and dri'd,
145.00A.010 All Vertues ebb'd out to a dead low tyde,
145.00A.011 All the worlds frame being crumbled into sand,
145.00A.012 Where every man thinks by himselfe to stand,
145.00A.013 Integritie, friendship, and confidence,
145.00A.014 (Ciments of greatnes) being vapor'd hence,
145.00A.015 And narrow man being fill'd with little shares,
145.00A.016 Court, Citie, Church, are all shops of small-wares,
145.00A.017 All having blowne to sparkes their noble fire,
145.00A.018 And drawne their sound gold-ingot into wyre;
145.00A.019 All trying by a love of littlenesse
145.00A.020 To make abridgments, and to draw to lesse,
145.00A.021 Even that nothing, which at first we were;
145.00A.022 Since in these times, your greatnesse doth appeare,
145.00A.023 And that we learne by it, that man to get
145.00A.024 Towards him, thats infinite, must first be great.
145.00A.025 Since in an age so ill, as none is fit
145.00A.026 So much as to accuse, much lesse mend it,
145.00A.027 (For who can judge, or witnesse of those times
145.00A.028 Where all alike are guiltie of the crimes?)
145.00A.029 Where he that would be good, is thought by all
145.00A.030 A monster, or at best fantasticall:
145.00A.031 Since now you durst be good, and that I doe
145.00A.032 Discerne, by daring to contemplate you,
145.00A.033 That there may be degrees of faire, great, good,
145.00A.034 Through your light, largenesse, vertue understood:
145.00A.035 If in this sacrifice of mine, be showne
145.00A.036 Any small sparke of these, call it your owne.
145.00A.037 And if things like these, have been said by mee
145.00A.038 Of others; call not that Idolatrie.
145.00A.039 For had God made man first, and man had seene
145.00A.040 The third daies fruits, and flowers, and various greene
145.00A.041 He might have said the best that he could say
145.00A.042 Of those faire creatures, which were made that day:
145.00A.043 And when next day he had admir'd the birth
145.00A.044 Of Sun, Moone, Stars, fairer then late-prais'd earth,
145.00A.045 Hee might have said the best that he could say,
145.00A.046 And not be chid for praising yesterday:
145.00A.047 So though some things are not together true,
145.00A.048 As, that another is worthiest, and, that you:
145.00A.049 Yet, to say so, doth not condemne a man,
145.00A.050 If when he spoke them, they were both true than.
145.00A.051 How faire a proofe of this, in our soule growes?
145.00A.052 Wee first have soules of growth, and sense, and those,
145.00A.053 When our last soule, our soule immortall came,
145.00A.054 Were swallowed into it, and have no name.
145.00A.055 Nor doth he injure those soules, which doth cast
145.00A.056 The power and praise of both them, on the last;
145.00A.057 No more doe I wrong any; I adore
145.00A.058 The same things now, which I ador'd before,
145.00A.059 The subject chang'd, and measure; the same thing
145.00A.060 In a low constable, and in the King
145.00A.061 I reverence; His power to worke on mee;
145.00A.062 So did I humbly reverence each degree
145.00A.063 Of faire, great, good, but more, now I am come
145.00A.064 From having found their walkes, to finde their home.
145.00A.065 And as I owe my first soules thankes, that they
145.00A.066 For my last soule did fit and mould my clay,
145.00A.067 So am I debtor unto them, whose worth,
145.00A.068 Enabled me to profit, and take forth
145.00A.069 This new great lesson, thus to study you;
145.00A.070 Which none, not reading others, first, could doe.
145.00A.071 Nor lacke I light to read this booke, though I
145.00A.072 In a darke Cave, yea in a Grave doe lie;
145.00A.073 For as your fellow Angells, so you doe
145.00A.074 Illustrate them who come to study you.
145.00A.075 The first whom we in Histories doe finde
145.00A.076 To have profest all Arts, was one borne blind:
145.00A.077 He lackt those eyes beasts have as well as wee,
145.00A.078 Not those, by which Angels are seene and see;
145.00A.079 So, though I'am borne without those eyes to live,
145.00A.080 Which fortune, who hath none her selfe, doth give,
145.00A.081 Which are, fit meanes to see bright courts and you,
145.00A.082 Yet may I see you thus, as now I doe;
145.00A.083 I shall by that, all goodnesse have discern'd,
145.00A.084 And though I burne my librarie, be learn'd.
146.00A.0HE Elegie VI.
146.00A.001 Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way:
146.00A.002 Is, Oh, heire of it, our All is his prey.
146.00A.003 This strange chance claimes strange wonder, and to us
146.00A.004 'Nothing can be so strange, as to weepe thus;
146.00A.005 Tis well his lifes loud speaking workes deserve,
146.00A.006 And give praise too, our cold tongues could not serve:
146.00A.007 'Tis well, hee kept teares from our eyes before,
146.00A.008 That to fit this deep ill, we might have store.
146.00A.009 Oh, if a sweet briar, climbe up by'a tree,
146.00A.010 If to a paradise that transplanted bee,
146.00A.011 Or fell'd, and burnt for holy sacrifice,
146.00A.012 Yet, that must wither, which by it did rise,
146.00A.013 As wee for him dead: though no familie
146.00A.014 Ere rigg'd a soule for heavens discoverie
146.00A.015 With whom more Venturers more boldly dare
146.00A.016 Venture their states, with him in joy to share
146.00A.017 Wee lose what all friends lov'd, him, he gaines now
146.00A.018 But life by death, which worst foes would allow,
146.00A.019 If hee could have foes, in whose practise grew
146.00A.020 All vertues, whose names subtile Schoolmen knew;
146.00A.021 What ease, can hope that wee shall see'him, beget,
146.00A.022 When wee must die first, and cannot dye yet?
146.00A.023 His children are his pictures, Oh they bee
146.00A.024 Pictures of him dead, senselesse, cold as he,
146.00A.025 Here needs no marble Tombe, since hee is gone,
146.00A.026 He, and about him, his, are turn'd to stone.
147.00B.001 That I might make your Cabinet my tombe,
147.00B.002 And for my fame which I love next my soule,
147.00B.003 Next to my soule provide the happiest roome,
147.00B.004 Admit to that place this last funerall Scrowle.
147.00B.005 Others by Wills give Legacies, but I
147.00B.006 Dying, of you doe beg a Legacie.
147.00B.007 My fortune and my will this custome breake,
147.00B.008 When we are senselesse grown to make stones speak,
147.00B.009 Though no stone tell thee what I was, yet thou
147.00B.010 In my graves inside see what thou art now,
147.00B.011 Yet th'art not yet so good; till us death lay
147.00B.012 To ripe and mellow there, w'are stubborne clay,
147.00B.013 Parents make us earth, and soules dignifie
147.00B.014 Vs to be glasse, here to grow gold we lie;
147.00B.015 Whilst in our soules sinne bred and pampered is,
147.00B.016 Our soules become worme-eaten Carkasses.
147.00B.017 So we our selves miraculously destroy.
147.00B.018 Here bodies with lesse miracle enjoy
147.00B.019 Such priviledges, enabled here to scale
147.00B.020 Heaven, when the Trumpets ayre shall them exhale.
147.00B.021 Heare this, & mend thy selfe, and thou mendst me,
147.00B.022 By making me being dead, doe good for thee,
147.00B.023 And thinke me well compos'd, that I could now
147.00B.024 A last-sicke houre to syllables allow.
148.00A.HE1 Elegie to the Lady Bedford.
148.00A.001 You that are she, and you that's double shee,
148.00A.002 In her dead face, halfe of your selfe shall see;
148.00A.003 Shee was the other part, for so they doe
148.00A.004 Which build them friendships, become one of two;
148.00A.005 So two, that but themselves no third can fit,
148.00A.006 Which were to be so, when they were not yet
148.00A.007 Twinnes, though their birth Cusco, and Musco take,
148.00A.008 As divers starres one Constellation make,
148.00A.009 Pair'd like two eyes, have equall motion, so
148.00A.010 Both but one meanes to see, one way to goe;
148.00A.011 Had you dy'd first, a carcasse shee had beene;
148.00A.012 And wee your rich Tombe in her face had seene;
148.00A.013 She like the Soule is gone, and you here stay
148.00A.014 Not a live friend; but thother halfe of clay;
148.00A.015 And since you act that part, As men say, here
148.00A.016 Lies such a Prince, when but one part is there;
148.00A.017 And do all honour: and devotion due;
148.00A.018 Unto the whole, so wee all reverence you;
148.00A.019 For, such a friendship who would not adore
148.00A.020 In you, who are all what both was before,
148.00A.021 Not all, as if some perished by this,
148.00A.022 But so, as all in you contracted is;
148.00A.023 As of this all, though many parts decay,
148.00A.024 The pure which elemented them shall stay;
148.00A.025 And though diffus'd, and spread in infinite,
148.00A.026 Shall recollect, and in one All unite:
148.00A.027 So madame, as her Soule to heaven is fled,
148.00A.028 Her flesh rests in the earth, as in the bed;
148.00A.029 Her vertues do, as to their proper spheare,
148.00A.030 Returne to dwell with you, of whom they were;
148.00A.031 As perfect motions are all circular,
148.00A.032 So they to you, their sea, whence lesse streames are;
148.00A.033 Shee was all spices, you all metalls; so
148.00A.034 In you two wee did both rich Indies know;
148.00A.035 And as no fire, nor rust can spend or waste
148.00A.036 One dramme of gold, but what was first shall last,
148.00A.037 Though it bee forc'd in water, earth, salt, aire,
148.00A.038 Expans'd in infinite, none will impaire;
148.00A.039 So, to your selfe you may additions take,
148.00A.040 But nothing can you lesse, or changed make.
148.00A.041 Seeke not in seeking new, to seeme to doubt,
148.00A.042 That you can can match her, or not be without;
148.00A.043 But let some faithfull booke in her roome be,
148.00A.044 Yet but of Iudith no such booke as shee.
149.00A.0HE Elegie on the Lady Marckham.
149.00A.001 Man is the World, and death th'Ocean,
149.00A.002 To which God gives the lower parts of man.
149.00A.003 This Sea invirons all, and though as yet
149.00A.004 God hath set markes, and bounds, twixt us and it,
149.00A.005 Yet doth it rore, and gnaw, and still pretend,
149.00A.006 And breaks our banke, when ere it takes a friend.
149.00A.007 Then our land waters (teares of passion) vent;
149.00A.008 Our waters, then, above our firmament.
149.00A.009 (Teares which our Soule doth for her sins let fall)
149.00A.010 Take all a brackish tast, and Funerall.
149.00A.011 And even those teares, which should wash sin, are sin.
149.00A.012 We, after Gods Noe, drowne the world againe.
149.00A.013 Nothing but man of all invenom'd things
149.00A.014 Doth worke upon itselfe, with inborne stings.
149.00A.015 Teares are false Spectacles, we cannot see
149.00A.016 Through passions mist, what wee are, or what shee.
149.00A.017 In her this sea of death hath made no breach,
149.00A.018 But as the tide doth wash the slimie beach,
149.00A.019 And leaves embroderd workes upon the sand,
149.00A.020 So is her flesh refin'd by deaths cold hand.
149.00A.021 As men of China,'after an ages stay
149.00A.022 Do take up Porcelane, where they buried Clay;
149.00A.023 So at this grave, her limbecke, which refines
149.00A.024 The Diamonds, Rubies, Saphires, Pearles, & Mines,
149.00A.025 Of which, this flesh was, her soule shall inspire
149.00A.026 Flesh of such stuffe, as God, when his last fire
149.00A.027 Annuls this world, to recompence it, shall,
149.00A.028 Make and name then, th'Elixar of this All.
149.00A.029 They say, the sea, when it gaines, loseth too;
149.00A.030 If carnall Death (the yonger brother) doe
149.00A.031 Usurpe the body,'our soule, which subject is
149.00A.032 To th'elder death, by sinne, is freed by this;
149.00A.033 They perish both, when they attempt the just;
149.00A.034 For, graves our trophies are, and both, deaths dust.
149.00A.035 So, unobnoxious now, she'hath buried both;
149.00A.036 For, none to death sinnes, that to sinne is loth.
149.00A.037 Nor doe they die, which are not loth to die,
149.00A.038 So hath she this, and that virginity.
149.00A.039 Grace was in her extremely diligent,
149.00A.040 That kept her from sinne, yet made her repent.
149.00A.041 Of what small spots pure white complaines! Alas,
149.00A.042 How little poyson cracks a christall glasse?
149.00A.043 She sinn'd, but just enough to let us see
149.00B.044 That Gods Word must be true, All sinners be.
149.00B.045 So much did zeale her conscience rarifie,
149.00A.046 That, extreme truth lack'd little of a lye,
149.00A.047 Making omissions, acts; laying the touch
149.00A.048 Of sinne, on things that sometimes may be such.
149.00A.049 As Moses Cherubines, whose natures doe
149.00A.050 Surpasse all speed, by him are winged too:
149.00A.051 So would her soule, already'in heaven, seeme then,
149.00A.052 To clyme by teares, the common staires of men.
149.00A.053 How fit she was for God, I am content
149.00A.054 To speake, that death his vaine hast may repent.
149.00A.055 How fit for us, how even and how sweet,
149.00A.056 How good in all her titles, and how meet,
149.00A.057 To have reform'd this forward heresie,
149.00A.058 That woman can no parts of friendship bee;
149.00A.059 How Morall, how Divine shall not be told,
149.00A.060 Lest they that heare her vertues, thinke her old.
149.00A.061 And lest we take Deaths part, and make him glad
149.00A.062 Of such a prey, and to his tryumph adde.
150.00A.0HE Elegie on Mris Boulstred.
150.00A.001 DEath I recant, and say, unsaid by mee
150.00A.002 What ere hath slip'd, that might diminish thee.
150.00A.003 Spirituall treason, atheisme 'tis, to say,
150.00A.004 That any can thy Summons disobey.
150.00A.005 Th'earths face is but thy Table; there are set
150.00A.006 Plants, cattell, men, dishes for Death to eate.
150.00A.007 In a rude hunger now hee millions drawes
150.00A.008 Into his bloody, or plaguy, or sterv'd jawes.
150.00A.009 Now hee will seeme to spare, and doth more wast,
150.00A.010 Eating the best first, well preserv'd to last.
150.00A.011 Now wantonly he spoiles, and eates us not,
150.00A.012 But breakes off friends, and lets us peecemeale rot.
150.00A.013 Nor will this earth serve him; he sinkes the deepe
150.00A.014 Where harmelesse fish monastique silence keepe.
150.00A.015 Who (were Death dead) by Roes of living sand,
150.00A.016 Might spunge that element, and make it land.
150.00A.017 He rounds the aire, and breakes the hymnique notes
150.00A.018 In birds, Heavens choristers, organique throats,
150.00A.019 Which (if they did not dye) might seeme to bee
150.00A.020 A tenth ranke in the heavenly hierarchie.
150.00A.021 O strong and long-liv'd death, how cam'st thou in?
150.00A.022 And how without Creation didst begin?
150.00A.023 Thou hast, and shalt see dead, before thou dyest,
150.00A.024 All the foure Monarchies, and Antichrist.
150.00A.025 How could I thinke thee nothing, that see now
150.00A.026 In all this All, nothing else is, but thou.
150.00A.027 Our births and life, vices, and vertues, bee
150.00A.028 Wastfull consumptions, and degrees of thee.
150.00A.029 For, wee to live, our bellowes weare, and breath,
150.00A.030 Nor are wee mortall, dying, dead, but death.
150.00A.031 And though thou beest, O mighty bird of prey,
150.00A.032 So much reclaim'd by God, that thou must lay
150.00A.033 All that thou kill'st at his feet, yet doth hee
150.00A.034 Reserve but few, and leaves the most to thee.
150.00A.035 And of those few, now thou hast overthrowne
150.00A.036 One whom thy blow, makes, not ours, nor thine own.
150.00A.037 She was more stories high: hopelesse to come
150.00A.038 To her Soule, thou'hast offer'd at her lower roome.
150.00A.039 Her Soule and body was a King and Court:
150.00A.040 But thou hast both of Captaine mist and fort.
150.00A.041 As houses fall not, though the King remove,
150.00A.042 Bodies of Saints rest for their soules above.
150.00A.043 Death gets 'twixt soules and bodies such a place
150.00A.044 As sinne insinuates 'twixt just men and grace,
150.00A.045 Both worke a separation, no divorce.
150.00A.046 Her Soule is gone to usher up her corse,
150.00A.047 Which shall be'almost another soule, for there
150.00A.048 Bodies are purer, then best Soules are here.
150.00A.049 Because in her, her virtues did outgoe
150.00A.050 Her yeares, would'st thou, O emulous death, do so?
150.00A.051 And kill her young to thy losse? must the cost
150.00A.052 Of beauty,'and wit, apt to doe harme, be lost?
150.00A.053 What though thou found'st her proofe 'gainst sins of youth?
150.00A.054 Oh, every age a diverse sinne pursueth.
150.00A.055 Thou should'st have stay'd, and taken better hold,
150.00A.056 Shortly ambitious, covetous, when old,
150.00A.057 She might have prov'd: and such devotion
150.00A.058 Might once have stray'd to superstition.
150.00A.059 If all her vertues must have growne, yet might
150.00A.060 Abundant virtue'have bred a proud delight.
150.00A.061 Had she persever'd just, there would have bin
150.00A.062 Some that would sinne, mis-thinking she did sinne.
150.00A.063 Such as would call her friendship, love, and faine
150.00A.064 To sociablenesse, a name profane.
150.00A.065 Or sinne, by tempting, or, not daring that,
150.00A.066 By wishing, though they never told her what.
150.00A.067 Thus might'st thou'have slain more soules, had'st thou not crost
150.00A.068 Thy selfe, and to triumph, thine army lost.
150.00A.069 Yet though these wayes be lost, thou hast left one,
150.00A.070 Which is, immoderate griefe that she is gone.
150.00A.071 But we may scape that sinne, yet weepe as much,
150.00A.072 Our teares are due, because we are not such.
150.00A.073 Some teares, that knot of friends, her death must cost,
150.00A.074 Because the chaine is broke, but no linke lost.
151.00A.001 LAnguage thou art too narrow, and too weake
151.00A.002 To ease us now; great sorrow cannot speake;
151.00A.003 If we could sigh out accents, and weepe words,
151.00A.004 Griefe weares, and lessens, that tears breath affords.
151.00A.005 Sad hearts, the lesse they seeme the more they are,
151.00A.006 (So guiltiest men stand mutest at the barre)
151.00A.007 Not that they know not, feele not their estate,
151.00A.008 But extreme sense hath made them desperate;
151.00A.009 Sorrow, to whom we owe all that we bee;
151.00A.010 Tyrant, in the fift and greatest Monarchy,
151.00A.011 Was't, that she did possesse all hearts before,
151.00A.012 Thou hast kil'd her, to make thy Empire more?
151.00A.013 Knew'st thou some would, that knew her not, lament,
151.00A.014 As in a deluge perish th'innocent?
151.00A.015 Was't not enough to have that palace wonne,
151.00A.016 But thou must raze it too, that was undone?
151.00A.017 Had'st thou staid there, and look'd out at her eyes,
151.00A.018 All had ador'd thee that now from thee flies,
151.00A.019 For they let out more light, then they tooke in,
151.00A.020 They told not when, but did the day beginne;
151.00A.021 She was too Saphirine, and cleare to thee;
151.00A.022 Clay, flint, and jeat now thy fit dwellings be;
151.00A.023 Alas, shee was too pure, but not too weake;
151.00A.024 Who e'r saw Christall Ordinance but would break?
151.00A.025 And if wee be thy conquest, by her fall
151.00A.026 Th'hast lost thy end, for in her perish all;
151.00A.027 Or if we live, we live but to rebell,
151.00A.028 They know her better now, that knew her well;
151.00A.029 If we should vapour out, and pine, and die;
151.00A.030 Since, shee first went, that were not miserie;
151.00A.031 Shee chang'd our world with hers; now she is gone,
151.00A.032 Mirth and prosperity is oppression;
151.00A.033 For of all morall vertues she was all,
151.00A.034 The Ethicks speake of vertues Cardinall;
151.00A.035 Her soule was Paradise; the Cherubin
151.00A.036 Set to keepe it was grace, that kept out sinne;
151.00A.037 Shee had no more then let in death, for wee
151.00A.038 All reape consumption from one fruitfull tree;
151.00A.039 God tooke her hence, lest some of us should love
151.00A.040 Her, like that plant, him and his lawes above,
151.00A.041 And when wee teares, hee mercy shed in this,
151.00A.042 To raise our mindes to heaven where now she is;
151.00A.043 Who if her vertues would have let her stay
151.00A.044 Wee'had had a Saint, have now a holiday;
151.00A.045 Her heart was that strange bush, where, sacred fire,
151.00A.046 Religion, did not consume, but'inspire
151.00A.047 Such piety, so chast use of Gods day,
151.00A.048 That what we turne to feast, she turn'd to pray,
151.00A.049 And did prefigure here, in devout tast,
151.00A.050 The rest of her high Sabaoth, which shall last;
151.00A.051 Angels did hand her up, who next God dwell,
151.00A.052 (For she was of that order whence most fell)
151.00A.053 Her body left with us, lest some had said,
151.00A.054 Shee could not die, except they saw her dead;
151.00A.055 For from lesse vertue, and lesse beautiousnesse,
151.00A.056 The Gentiles fram'd them Gods and Goddesses.
151.00A.057 The ravenous earth that now woes her to be,
151.00A.058 Earth too, will be a Lemnia; and the tree
151.00A.059 That wraps that christall in a wooden Tombe,
151.00A.060 Shall be tooke up spruce, fill'd with diamond;
151.00A.061 And we her sad glad friends all beare a part
151.00A.062 Of griefe, for all would waste a Stoicks heart.
152.12a.0HE ELEGIE On the vntimely Death of the incomparable Prince, HENRY.
152.12a.001 Look to Me, Faith; and look to my Faith, GOD:
152.12a.002 For, both my Centres feel This Period.
152.12a.003 Of Waight, one Centre; one, of Greatness is:
152.12a.004 And Reason is That Centre; Faith is This.
152.12a.005 For, into our Reason flowe, and there doe end,
152.12a.006 All that this naturall World doth comprehend;
152.12a.007 Quotidian things, and Equi-distant hence,
152.12a.008 Shut-in for Men in one Circumference:
152.12a.009 But, for th'enormous Greatnesses, which are
152.12a.010 So disproportion'd and so angulare,
152.12a.011 As is God's Essence, Place, and Prouidence,
152.12a.012 Where, How, When, What, Soules do departed hence:
152.12a.013 These Things (Eccentrique else) on Faith do strike;
152.12a.014 Yet neither All, nor vpon all alike:
152.12a.015 For, Reason, put t'her best Extension,
152.12a.016 Almost meetes Faith, and makes both Centres one:
152.12a.017 And nothing euer came so neer to This,
152.12a.018 As Contemplation of the Prince wee misse.
152.12a.019 For, All that Faith could credit Mankinde could,
152.12a.020 Reason still seconded that This Prince would.
152.12a.021 If then, least Mouings of the Centre make
152.12a.022 (More then if whole Hell belcht) the World to shake,
152.12a.023 What must This doo; Centres distracted so,
152.12a.024 That Wee see not what to beleeue or knowe?
152.12a.025 Was it not well believ'd, till now; that Hee,
152.12a.026 Whose Reputation was an Extasie
152.12a.027 On Neighbour States; which knew not Why to wake
152.12a.028 Till Hee discouerd what wayes Hee would take:
152.12a.029 For Whom what Princes angled (when they tryed)
152.12a.030 Mett a Torpedo, and were stupefied:
152.12a.031 And Others studies, how Hee would be bent,
152.12a.032 Was His great Father's greatest Instrument,
152.12a.033 And activ'st spirit to conuey and tye
152.12a.034 This soule of Peace through Christianitie?
152.12a.035 Was it not well believ'd, that Hee would make
152.12a.036 This general Peace th'eternall ouertake?
152.12a.037 And that His Times might haue stretcht out so far
152.12a.038 As to touch Those of which they Emblems are?
152.12a.039 For, to confirm this iust Belief, that Now
152.12a.040 The last Dayes came; wee saw Heauen did allow
152.12a.041 That but from His aspect and Exercise,
152.12a.042 In Peace-full times, Rumors of Warrs should rise.
152.12a.043 But now This Faith is Heresie: wee must
152.12a.044 Still stay, and vexe our Great-Grand-Mother, DVST.
152.12a.045 Oh! Is God prodigall? Hath He spent his store
152.12a.046 Of Plagues on vs? and only now, when more
152.12a.047 Would ease vs much, doth he grudge Miserie,
152.12a.048 And will not lett's enioy our Curse, to Dye?
152.12a.049 As, for the Earth throw'n lowest downe of all,
152.12a.050 'Twere an Ambition to desire to fall:
152.12a.051 So God, in our desire to dye, dooth know
152.12a.052 Our Plot for Ease, in beeing Wretched so.
152.12a.053 Therfore Wee liue: though such a Life wee haue
152.12a.054 As but so manie Mandrakes on his Grave.
152.12a.055 What had His growth and generation donne?
152.12a.056 When what wee are, his putrefaction
152.12a.057 Sustains in vs, Earth; which Griefs animate:
152.12a.058 Nor hath our World now other soule then That.
152.12a.059 And could Grief gett so high as Heav'n, that Quire
152.12a.060 Forgetting This, their new Ioy would desire
152.12a.061 (With grief to see him) Hee had staid belowe,
152.12a.062 To rectifie Our Errors They foreknowe.
152.12a.063 Is th'other Centre, Reason, faster, then?
152.12a.064 Where should wee look for That, now w'are not Men?
152.12a.065 For, if our Reason be our Connexion
152.12a.066 With Causes, now to vs there can be none.
152.12a.067 For, as, if all the Substances were spent,
152.12a.068 'Twere Madnes to enquire of Accident:
152.12a.069 So is't to looke for Reason, HEE being gone,
152.12a.070 The only Subiect Reason wrought vpon.
152.12a.071 If Faith haue such a chaine, whose divers Links
152.12a.072 Industrious Man discerneth, as he thinks,
152.12a.073 When Miracle dooth ioine; and to steal-in
152.12a.074 A new link Man knowes not where to begin:
152.12a.075 At a much deader Fault must Reason bee,
152.12a.076 Death hauing broke-off such a Link as Hee.
152.12a.077 But, now, for vs with busie Proofs to come
152.12a.078 That w'haue no Reason, would proue we had some:
152.12a.079 So would iust Lamentations: Therfore Wee
152.12a.080 May safelier say, that Wee are dead, then Hee.
152.12a.081 So, if our Griefs wee doo not well declare,
152.12a.082 W'haue double Excuse; Hee is not dead, Wee are.
152.12a.083 Yet would not I dye yet; for though I bee
152.12a.084 Too-narrow, to think HIM, as Hee is HEE
152.12a.085 (Our Soule's best Bayting and Mid-period
152.12a.086 In her long Iourney of Considering GOD)
152.12a.087 Yet (no Dishonor) I can reach Him thus;
152.12a.088 As Hee embrac't the Fires of Loue with vs.
152.12a.089 Oh! May I (since I liue) but see or hear
152.12a.090 That Shee-Intelligence which mov'd This Sphear,
152.12a.091 I pardon Fate my Life. Who-e'r thou bee
152.12a.092 Which hast the noble Conscience, Thou art Shee.
152.12a.093 I coniure Thee by all the Charmes Hee spoke,
152.12a.094 By th'Oathes which only you Two neuer broke,
152.12a.095 By all the Soules you sigh't; that if you see
152.12a.096 These Lines, you wish I knew Your Historie:
152.12a.097 So, much as You Two mutual Heauens were here,
152.12a.098 I were an Angel singing what You were.
153.00A.HE1 Obsequies to the Lord Harringtons brother.
153.00A.HE2 To the Countesse of Bedford.
153.00A.001 Faire soule, which wast, not onely, as all soules bee,
153.00A.002 Then when thou wast infused, harmony,
153.00A.003 But did'st continue so; and now dost beare
153.00A.004 A part in Gods great organ, this whole Spheare:
153.00A.005 If looking up to God; or downe to us,
153.00A.006 Thou finde that any way is pervious,
153.00A.007 Twixt heav'n and earth, and that mans actions doe
153.00A.008 Come to your knowledge, and affections too,
153.00A.009 See, and with joy, mee to that good degree
153.00A.010 Of goodnesse growne, that I can studie thee,
153.00A.011 And, by these meditations refin'd,
153.00A.012 Can unapparell and enlarge my minde,
153.00A.013 And so can make by this soft extasie,
153.00A.014 This place a map of heav'n, my selfe of thee.
153.00A.015 Thou seest mee here at midnight, now all rest;
153.00A.016 Times dead-low water; when all mindes devest
153.00A.017 To morrows businesse, when the labourers have
153.00A.018 Such rest in bed, that their last Church-yard grave,
153.00A.019 Subject to change, will scarce be'a type of this,
153.00A.020 Now when the clyent, whose last hearing is
153.00A.021 To morrow, sleeps, when the condemned man,
153.00A.022 (Who when hee opes his eyes, must shut them than
153.00A.023 Againe by death,) although sad watch hee keepe,
153.00A.024 Doth practice dying by a little sleepe,
153.00A.025 Thou at this midnight seest mee, and as soone
153.00A.026 As that Sunne rises to mee, midnight's noone,
153.00A.027 All the world growes transparent, and I see
153.00A.028 Through all, both Church and State, in seeing thee;
153.00A.029 And I discerne by favour of this light,
153.00A.030 My selfe, the hardest object of the sight.
153.00A.031 God is the glasse; as thou when thou dost see
153.00A.032 Him who sees all, seest all concerning thee,
153.00A.033 So, yet unglorified, I comprehend
153.00A.034 All, in these mirrors of thy wayes, and end;
153.00A.035 Though God be our true glass, through which we see
153.00A.036 All, since the beeing of all things is hee,
153.00A.037 Yet are the trunkes which doe to us derive
153.00A.038 Things, in proportion fit by perspective,
153.00A.039 Deeds of good men, for by their living here,
153.00A.040 Vertues, indeed remote, seeme to be nere;
153.00A.041 But where can I affirme, or where arrest
153.00A.042 My thoughts on his deeds? which shall I call best?
153.00A.043 For fluid vertue cannot be look'd on,
153.00A.044 Nor can endure a contemplation;
153.00A.045 As bodies change, and as I do not weare
153.00A.046 Those Spirits, humors, blood I did last yeare,
153.00A.047 And, as if on a streame I fixe mine eye,
153.00A.048 That drop, which I looked on, is presently
153.00A.049 Pusht with more waters from my sight, and gone,
153.00A.050 So in this sea of vertues, can no one
153.00A.051 Bee'insisted on, vertues, as rivers, passe,
153.00A.052 Yet still remaines that vertuous man there was;
153.00A.053 And as if man feeds on mans flesh, and so
153.00A.054 Part of his body to another owe,
153.00A.055 Yet at the last two perfect bodies rise,
153.00A.056 Because God knowes where every Atome lyes;
153.00A.057 So, if one knowledge were made of all those,
153.00A.058 Who knew his minutes well, hee might dispose
153.00A.059 His vertues into names, and ranks; but I
153.00A.060 Should injure Nature, Vertue, and Destinie,
153.00A.061 Should I divide and discontinue so,
153.00A.062 Vertue, which did in one intirenesse grow.
153.00A.063 For as, hee that would say, spirits are fram'd
153.00A.064 Of all the purest parts that can be nam'd,
153.00A.065 Honours not spirits halfe so much, as hee
153.00A.066 Which sayes, they have no parts, but simple bee;
153.00A.067 So is't of vertue; for a point and one
153.00A.068 Are much entirer then a million.
153.00A.069 And had Fate meant to have his vertues told,
153.00A.070 It would have let him live to have beene old,
153.00A.071 So then, that vertue in season, and then this,
153.00A.072 We might have seene, and said, that now he is
153.00A.073 Witty, now wise, now temperate, now just:
153.00A.074 In good short lives, vertues are faine to thrust,
153.00A.075 And to be sure betimes to get a place,
153.00A.076 When they would exercise, lacke time, and space.
153.00A.077 So was it in this person, forc'd to bee
153.00A.078 For lack of time, his owne epitome.
153.00A.079 So to exhibit in few yeares as much,
153.00A.080 As all the long breath'd Chronicles can touch;
153.00A.081 As when an Angell down from heav'n doth flye,
153.00A.082 Our quick thought cannot keepe him company,
153.00A.083 Wee cannot thinke, now hee is at the Sunne,
153.00A.084 Now through the Moon, now he through th'aire doth run,
153.00A.085 Yet when he's come, we know he did repaire
153.00A.086 To all twixt Heav'n and Earth, Sunne, Moon, and Aire.
153.00A.087 And as this Angell in an instant, knowes,
153.00A.088 And yet wee know, this sodaine knowledge growes
153.00A.089 By quick amassing severall formes of things,
153.00A.090 Which he successively to order brings;
153.00A.091 When they, whose slow-pac'd lame thoughts cannot goe
153.00A.092 So fast as hee, thinke that he doth not so;
153.00A.093 Just as a perfect reader doth not dwell,
153.00A.094 On every syllable, nor stay to spell,
153.00A.095 Yet without doubt, hee doth distinctly see
153.00A.096 And lay together every A, and B;
153.00A.097 So, in short liv'd good men, is'not understood
153.00A.098 Each severall vertue, but the compound good.
153.00A.099 For, they all vertues paths in that pace tread,
153.00A.100 As Angells goe, and know, and as men read.
153.00A.101 O why should then these men, these lumps of Balme
153.00A.102 Sent hither, the worlds tempest to becalme,
153.00A.103 Before by deeds they are diffus'd and spred,
153.00A.104 And so make us alive, themselves be dead?
153.00A.105 O Soule, O circle, why so quickly bee
153.00A.106 Thy ends, thy birth and death clos'd up in thee?
153.00A.107 Since one foot of thy compasse still was plac'd
153.00A.108 In heav'n, the other might securely,'have pac'd
153.00A.109 In the most large extent, through every path,
153.00A.110 Which the whole world, or man, the abridgment hath.
153.00A.111 Thou knowst, that though the tropique circles have
153.00A.112 (Yea and those small ones which the Poles engrave,)
153.00A.113 All the same roundnesse, evennesse, and all
153.00A.114 The endlesnesse of the equinoctiall;
153.00A.115 Yet, when we come to measure distances,
153.00A.116 How here, how there, the Sunne affected is,
153.00A.117 When he doth faintly worke, and when prevaile,
153.00A.118 Onely great circles, then, can be our scale:
153.00A.119 So, though thy circle to thy selfe expresse
153.00A.120 All, tending to thy endlesse happinesse,
153.00A.121 And wee, by our good use of it may trye,
153.00A.122 Both how to live well young, and how to die,
153.00A.123 Yet, since we must be old, and age endures
153.00A.124 His Torrid Zone at Court, and calentures
153.00A.125 Of hot ambitions, irrelegions ice,
153.00A.126 Zeales agues; and hydroptique avarice,
153.00A.127 Infirmities which need the scale of truth,
153.00A.128 As well, as lust and ignorance of youth;
153.00A.129 Why did'st thou not for these give medicines too,
153.00A.130 And by thy doing tell us what to doe?
153.00A.131 Though as small pocket-clocks, whose every wheele
153.00A.132 Doth each mismotion and distemper feele,
153.00A.133 Whose hands get shaking palsies, and whose string
153.00A.134 (His sinewes) slackens, and whose Soule, the spring,
153.00A.135 Expires, or languishes, whose pulse, the flye,
153.00A.136 Either beates not, or beates unevenly,
153.00A.137 Whose voice, the Bell, doth rattle, or grow dumbe,
153.00A.138 Or idle,'as men, which to their last houres come,
153.00A.139 If these clockes be not wound, or be wound still,
153.00A.140 Or be not set, or set at every will;
153.00A.141 So, youth is easiest to destruction,
153.00A.142 If then wee follow all, or follow none;
153.00A.143 Yet, as in great clocks, which in steeples chime,
153.00A.144 Plac'd to informe whole towns, to'imploy their time,
153.00A.145 An error doth more harme, being generall,
153.00A.146 When, small clocks faults, only'on the wearer fall.
153.00A.147 So worke the faults of age, on which the eye
153.00A.148 Of children, servants, or the State relie.
153.00A.149 Why wouldst not thou then, which hadst such a soule,
153.00A.150 A clock so true, as might the Sunne controule,
153.00A.151 And daily hadst from him, who gave it thee,
153.00A.152 Instructions, such as it could never be
153.00A.153 Disordered, stay here, as a generall
153.00A.154 And great Sun-dyall, to have set us All?
153.00A.155 O why wouldst thou be any instrument
153.00A.156 To this unnaturall course, or why consent
153.00A.157 To this, not miracle, but Prodigie,
153.00A.158 That when the ebbs, longer then flowings be,
153.00A.159 Vertue, whose flood did with thy youth begin,
153.00A.160 Should so much faster ebb out, then flow in?
153.00A.161 Though her flood was blowne in, by thy first breath,
153.00A.162 All is at once sunke in the whirle-poole death.
153.00A.163 Which word I would not name, but that I see
153.00A.164 Death, else a desert, growne a Court by thee.
153.00A.165 Now I grow sure, that if a man would have
153.00A.166 Good companie, his entry is a grave.
153.00A.167 Mee thinkes all Cities, now, but Anthills bee,
153.00A.168 Where, when the severall labourers I see,
153.00A.169 For children, house, Provision, taking paine,
153.00A.170 They'are all but Ants, carrying eggs, straw, and grain;
153.00A.171 And Church-yards are our cities, unto which
153.00A.172 The most repaire, that are in goodnesse rich.
153.00A.173 There is the best concourse, and confluence,
153.00A.174 There are the holy suburbs, and from thence
153.00A.175 Begins Gods City, New Jerusalem,
153.00A.176 Which doth extend her utmost gates to them;
153.00A.177 At that gate then Triumphant soule, dost thou
153.00A.178 Begin thy Triumph; But since lawes allow
153.00A.179 That at the Triumph day, the people may,
153.00A.180 All that they will,'gainst the Triumpher say,
153.00A.181 Let me here use that freedome, and expresse
153.00A.182 My griefe, though not to make thy Triumph lesse.
153.00A.183 By law, to Triumphs none admitted bee,
153.00A.184 Till they as Magistrates get victorie,
153.00A.185 Though then to thy force, all youthes foes did yield,
153.00A.186 Yet till fit time had brought thee to that field,
153.00A.187 To which thy ranke in this state destin'd thee,
153.00A.188 That there thy counsailes might get victorie,
153.00A.189 And so in that capacitie remove
153.00A.190 All jealousies 'twixt Prince and subjects love,
153.00A.191 Thou could'st no title, to this triumph have,
153.00A.192 Thou didst intrude on death, usurp'st a grave.
153.00A.193 That (though victoriously) thou hadst fought as yet
153.00A.194 But with thine owne affections, with the heate
153.00A.195 Of youths desires, and colds of ignorance,
153.00A.196 But till thou should'st successefully advance
153.00A.197 Thine armes'gainst forraine enemies, which are
153.00A.198 Both Envy, and acclamation popular,
153.00A.199 (For, both these engines equally defeate,
153.00A.200 Though by a divers Mine, those which are great,)
153.00A.201 Till then thy War was but a civill War,
153.00A.202 For which to Triumph, none admitted are;
153.00A.203 No more are they, who though with good successe,
153.00A.204 In a defensive war, their power expresse.
153.00A.205 Before men triumph, the dominion
153.00A.206 Must be enlarg'd, and not preserv'd alone;
153.00A.207 Why should'st thou then, whose battailes were to win
153.00A.208 Thy selfe, from those straits nature put thee in,
153.00A.209 And to deliver up to God that state,
153.00A.210 Of which he gave thee the vicariate,
153.00A.211 (Which is thy soule and body) as intire
153.00A.212 As he, who takes endeavours, doth require,
153.00A.213 But didst not stay, t'enlarge his kingdome too,
153.00A.214 By making others, what thou didst, to doe;
153.00A.215 Why shouldst thou Triumph now, when Heav'n no more
153.00A.216 Hath got, by getting thee, then t'had before?
153.00A.217 For, Heav'n and thou, even when thou livedst here,
153.00A.218 Of one another in possession were;
153.00A.219 But this from Triumph most disables thee,
153.00A.220 That, that place which is conquered, must bee
153.00A.221 Left safe from present warre, and likely doubt
153.00A.222 Of imminent commotions to breake out.
153.00A.223 And hath he left us so? or can it bee
153.00A.224 His territory was no more then Hee?
153.00A.225 No, we were all his charge, the Diocis
153.00A.226 Of ev'ry exemplar man, the whole world is,
153.00A.227 And he was joyned in commission
153.00A.228 With Tutelar Angels, sent to every one.
153.00A.229 But though this freedome to upbraid, and chide
153.00A.230 Him who Triumph'd, were lawfull, it was ty'd
153.00A.231 With this, that it might never reference have
153.00A.232 Unto the Senate, who this triumph gave;
153.00A.233 Men might at Pompey jeast, but they might not
153.00A.234 At that authoritie, by which he got
153.00A.235 Leave to Triumph, before, by age, he might;
153.00A.236 So, though triumphant soule, I dare to write,
153.00A.237 Mov'd with a reverentiall anger, thus,
153.00A.238 That thou so earely wouldst abandon us;
153.00A.239 Yet I am farre from daring to dispute
153.00A.240 With that great soveraigntie, whose absolute
153.00A.241 Prerogative hath thus dispens'd with thee,
153.00A.242 'Gainst natures lawes, which just impugners bee
153.00A.243 Of early triumphs; And I (though with paine)
153.00A.244 Lessen our losse, to magnifie thy gaine
153.00A.245 Of triumph, when I say, It was more fit,
153.00A.246 That all men should lacke thee, then thou lack it.
153.00A.247 Though then in our time, be not suffered
153.00A.248 That testimonie of love, unto the dead,
153.00A.249 To die with them, and in their graves be hid,
153.00A.250 As Saxon wives, and French soldarii did;
153.00A.251 And though in no degree I can expresse,
153.00A.252 Griefe in great Alexanders great excesse,
153.00A.253 Who at his friends death, made whole townes devest
153.00A.254 Their walls and bullwarks which became them best:
153.00A.255 Doe not, faire soule, this sacrifice refuse,
153.00A.256 That in thy grave I doe interre my Muse,
153.00A.257 Who, by my griefe, great as thy worth, being cast
153.00A.258 Behind hand, yet hath spoke, and spoke her last.
154.00A.HE1 An hymne to the Saints, and to Marquesse Hamylton.
154.00A.001 Whither that soule which now comes up to you
154.00A.002 Fill any former ranke or make a new,
154.00A.003 Whither it take a name nam'd there before,
154.00A.004 Or be a name it selfe, and order more
154.00A.005 Then was in heaven till now; (for may not hee
154.00A.006 Bee so? if every severall Angell bee
154.00A.007 A kind alone;) What ever order grow
154.00A.008 Greater by him in heaven, wee doe not so;
154.00A.009 One of your orders growes by his accesse;
154.00A.010 But, by his losse grow all our orderslesse;
154.00A.011 The name of Father, Master, Friend, the name
154.00A.012 Of Subject and of Prince, in one are lame;
154.00A.013 Faire mirth is dampt, and conversation black,
154.00A.014 The household widdow'd, and the garter slack;
154.00A.015 The Chappell wants an eare, Councell a tongue;
154.00A.016 Story, a theame; and Musicke lacks a song;
154.00A.017 Blest order that hath him, the losse of him
154.00A.018 Gangred all Orders here; all lost a limbe.
154.00A.019 Never made body such hast to confesse
154.00A.020 What a soule was; All former comelinesse
154.00A.021 Fled, in a minute, when the soule was gone,
154.00A.022 And, having lost that beauty, would have none,
154.00A.023 So fell our Monasteries, in one instant growne
154.00A.024 Not to lesse houses, but, to heapes of stone;
154.00A.025 So sent this body that faire forme it wore,
154.00A.026 Unto the spheare of formes, and doth (before
154.00A.027 His soule shall fill up his sepulchrall stone,)
154.00A.028 Anticipate a Resurrection;
154.00A.029 For, as in his fame, now, his soule is here,
154.00A.030 So, in the forme thereof his bodie's there;
154.00A.031 And if, faire soule, not with first Innocents
154.00A.032 Thy station be, but with the Paenitents,
154.00A.033 (And, who shall dare to aske then when I am
154.00A.034 Dy'd scarlet in the blood of that pure Lambe,
154.00A.035 Whether that colour, which is scarlet then,
154.00A.036 Were black or white before in eyes of men?)
154.00A.037 When thou rememb'rest what sins thou didst finde
154.00A.038 Amongst those many friends now left behinde,
154.00A.039 And seest such sinners as they are, with thee
154.00A.040 Got thither by repentance, Let it bee
154.00A.041 Thy wish to wish all there, to wish them cleane;
154.00A.042 Wish him a David, her a Magdalen.
155.00a.HE1 The First Anniuersary.
155.00a.HE2 An Anatomy of the World.
155.00a.001 When that rich soule which to her Heauen is gone,
155.00a.001M The entrie into the worke.
155.00a.002 Whom all they celebrate, who know they haue one,
155.00a.003 (For who is sure he hath a soule, vnlesse
155.00a.004 It see, and Iudge, and follow worthinesse,
155.00a.005 And by Deedes praise it? He who doth not this,
155.00a.006 May lodge an In-mate soule, but tis not his.)
155.00a.007 When that Queene ended here her progresse time,
155.00a.008 And, as t'her standing house, to heauen did clymbe,
155.00a.009 Where, loth to make the Saints attend her long,
155.00a.010 Shee's now a part both of the Quire, and Song,
155.00a.011 This world, in that great earth-quake languished;
155.00a.012 For in a common Bath of teares it bled,
155.00a.013 Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out:
155.00a.014 But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt,
155.00a.015 Whether the world did loose or gaine in this,
155.00a.016 (Because since now no other way there is
155.00a.017 But goodnes, to see her, whom all would see,
155.00a.018 All must endeuour to be good as shee,)
155.00a.019 This great consumption to a feuer turn'd,
155.00a.020 And so the world had fits; it ioy'd, it mournd.
155.00a.021 And, as men thinke, that Agues physicke are,
155.00a.022 And th'Ague being spent, giue ouer care,
155.00a.023 So thou, sicke world, mistak'st thy selfe to bee
155.00a.024 Well, when alas, thou'rt in a Letargee.
155.00a.025 Her death did wound, and tame thee than, and than
155.00a.026 Thou mightst haue better spar'd the Sunne, or Man;
155.00a.027 That wound was deepe, but 'tis more misery,
155.00a.028 That thou hast lost thy sense and memory.
155.00a.029 T'was heauy then to heare thy voyce of mone,
155.00a.030 But this is worse, that thou art speechlesse growne.
155.00a.031 Thou hast forgot thy name, thou hadst; thou wast
155.00a.032 Nothing but she, and her thou hast o'repast.
155.00a.033 For as a child kept from the Font, vntill
155.00a.034 A Prince, expected long, come to fulfill
155.00a.035 The Ceremonies, thou vnnam'd hadst laid,
155.00a.036 Had not her comming, thee her Palace made:
155.00a.037 Her name defin'd thee, gaue thee forme and frame,
155.00a.038 And thou forgetst to celebrate thy name.
155.00a.039 Some moneths she hath beene dead (but being dead,
155.00a.040 Measures of times are all determined)
155.00a.041 But long shee'ath beene away, long, long, yet none
155.00a.042 Offers to tell vs who it is that's gone.
155.00a.043 But as in states doubtfull of future heyres,
155.00a.044 When sickenes without remedy, empayres
155.00a.045 The present Prince, they're loth it should be said,
155.00a.046 The Prince doth languish, or the Prince is dead:
155.00a.047 So mankind feeling now a generall thaw,
155.00a.048 A strong example gone equall to law,
155.00a.049 The Cyment which did faithfully compact
155.00a.050 And glue all vertues, now resolu'd, and slack'd,
155.00a.051 Thought it some blasphemy to say sh'was dead;
155.00a.052 Or that our weakenes was discouered
155.00a.053 In that confession; therefore spoke no more
155.00a.054 Then tongues, the soule being gone, the losse deplore.
155.00a.055 But though it be too late to succour thee,
155.00a.056 Sicke world, yea dead, yea putrified, since shee
155.00a.057 Thy'ntrinsique Balme, and thy preseruatiue,
155.00a.058 Can neuer be renew'd, thou neuer liue,
155.00a.059 I (since no man can make thee liue) will trie,
155.00a.060 What we may gaine by thy Anatomy.
155.00a.061 Her death hath taught vs dearely, that thou art
155.00a.062 Corrupt and mortall in thy purest part.
155.00a.063 Let no man say, the world it selfe being dead,
155.00a.064 'Tis labour lost to haue discouered
155.00a.065 The worlds infirmities, since there is none
155.00a.066 Aliue to study this dissectione;
155.00a.067 For there's a kind of world remaining still,
155.00a.067M What life the world hath still.
155.00a.068 Though shee which did inanimate and fill
155.00a.069 The world, be gone, yet in this last long night,
155.00a.070 Her Ghost doth walke; that is, a glimmering light,
155.00a.071 A faint weake loue of vertue and of good
155.00a.072 Reflects from her, on them which vnderstood
155.00a.073 Her worth; And though she haue shut in all day,
155.00a.074 The twi-light of her memory doth stay;
155.00a.075 Which, from the carcasse of the old world, free,
155.00a.076 Creates a new world; and new creatures be
155.00a.077 Produc'd: The matter and the stuffe of this,
155.00a.078 Her vertue, and the forme our practise is.
155.00a.079 And though to be thus Elemented, arme
155.00a.080 These Creatures, from hom-borne intrinsique harme,
155.00a.081 (For all assum'd vnto this Dignitee,
155.00a.082 So many weedlesse Paradises bee,
155.00a.083 Which of themselues produce no venemous sinne,
155.00a.084 Except some forraine Serpent bring it in)
155.00a.085 Yet, because outward stormes the strongest breake,
155.00a.086 And strength it selfe by confidence growes weake,
155.00a.087 This new world may be safer, being told
155.00a.088 The dangers and diseases of the old:
155.00a.088M The sicknesses of the world.
155.00a.089 For with due temper men do then forgoe,
155.00a.090 Or couet things, when they their true worth know.
155.00a.091 There is no health; Physitians say that we
155.00a.091M Impossibility of health.
155.00a.092 At best, enioy, but a neutralitee.
155.00a.093 And can there be worse sickenesse, then to know
155.00a.094 That we are neuer well, nor can be so?
155.00a.095 We are borne ruinous: poore mothers crie,
155.00a.096 That children come not right, nor orderly,
155.00a.097 Except they headlong come, and fall vpon
155.00a.098 An ominous precipitation.
155.00a.099 How witty's ruine? how importunate
155.00a.100 Vpon mankinde? It labour'd to frustrate
155.00a.101 Euen Gods purpose; and made woman, sent
155.00a.102 For mans reliefe, cause of his languishment.
155.00a.103 They were to good ends, and they are so still,
155.00a.104 But accessory, and principall in ill.
155.00a.105 For that first mariage was our funerall:
155.00a.106 One woman at one blow, then kill'd vs all,
155.00a.107 And singly, one by one, they kill vs now.
155.00a.108 We doe delightfully our selues allow
155.00a.109 To that consumption; and profusely blinde,
155.00a.110 We kill our selues, to propagate our kinde.
155.00a.111 And yet we doe not that; we are not men:
155.00a.112 There is not now that mankinde, which was then
155.00a.113 When as the Sunne, and man, did seeme to striue,
155.00a.114 (Ioynt tenants of the world) who should suruiue.
155.00a.114M Shortnesse of life.
155.00a.115 When Stag, and Rauen, and the long-liu'd tree,
155.00a.116 Compar'd with man, dy'de in minoritee.
155.00a.117 When, if a slow-pac'd starre had stolne away
155.00a.118 From the obseruers marking, he might stay
155.00a.119 Two or three hundred yeares to see't againe,
155.00a.120 And then make vp his obseruation plaine;
155.00a.121 When, as the age was long, the sise was great:
155.00a.122 Mans grouth confess'd, and recompenc'd the meat:
155.00a.123 So spacious and large, that euery soule
155.00a.124 Did a faire Kingdome, and large Realme controule:
155.00a.125 And when the very stature thus erect,
155.00a.126 Did that soule a good way towards Heauen direct.
155.00a.127 Where is this mankind now? who liues to age,
155.00a.128 Fit to be made Methusalem his page?
155.00a.129 Alas, we scarse liue long enough to trie
155.00a.130 Whether a new made clocke runne right, or lie.
155.00a.131 Old Grandsires talke of yesterday with sorrow,
155.00a.132 And for our children we reserue to morrow.
155.00a.133 So short is life, that euery peasant striues,
155.00a.134 In a torne house, or field, to haue three liues.
155.00a.135 And as in lasting, so in length is man
155.00a.136 Contracted to an inch, who was a span.
155.00a.136M Smalnesse of stature.
155.00a.137 For had a man at first, in Forrests stray'd,
155.00a.138 Or shipwrack'd in the Sea, one would haue laid
155.00a.139 A wager that an Elephant, or Whale
155.00a.140 That met him, would not hastily assaile
155.00a.141 A thing so equall to him: now alas,
155.00a.142 The Fayries, and the Pigmies well may passe
155.00a.143 As credible; mankind decayes so soone,
155.00a.144 We're scarse our Fathers shadowes cast at noone.
155.00a.145 Onely death addes t'our length: nor are we growne
155.00a.146 In stature to be men, till we are none.
155.00a.147 But this were light, did our lesse volume hold
155.00a.148 All the old Text; or had we chang'd to gold
155.00a.149 Their siluer; or dispos'd into lesse glas,
155.00a.150 Spirits of vertue, which then scattred was.
155.00a.151 But 'tis not so: w'are not retir'd, but dampt;
155.00a.152 And as our bodies, so our mindes are cramp't:
155.00a.153 'Tis shrinking, not close-weauing, that hath thus,
155.00a.154 In minde and body both bedwarfed vs.
155.00a.155 We seeme ambitious, Gods whole worke t'vndoe;
155.00a.156 Of nothing he made vs, and we striue too,
155.00a.157 To bring our selues to nothing backe; and we
155.00a.158 Do what we can, to do't so soone as hee.
155.00a.159 With new diseases on our selues we warre,
155.00a.160 And with new phisicke, a worse Engin farre.
155.00a.161 Thus man, this worlds Vice-Emperor, in whom
155.00a.162 All faculties, all graces are at home;
155.00a.163 And if in other Creatures they appeare,
155.00a.164 They're but mans ministers, and Legats there,
155.00a.165 To worke on their rebellions, and reduce
155.00a.166 Them to Ciuility, and to mans vse.
155.00a.167 This man, whom God did wooe, and loth t'attend
155.00a.168 Till man came vp, did downe to man descend,
155.00a.169 This man, so great, that all that is, is his,
155.00a.170 Oh what a trifle, and poore thing he is!
155.00a.171 If man were any thing, he's nothing now:
155.00a.172 Helpe, or at least some time to wast, allow
155.00a.173 T'his other wants, yet when he did depart
155.00a.174 With her, whom we lament, he lost his hart.
155.00a.175 She, of whom th'Auncients seem'd to prophesie,
155.00a.176 When they call'd vertues by the name of shee,
155.00a.177 She in whom vertue was so much refin'd,
155.00a.178 That for Allay vnto so pure a minde
155.00a.179 Shee tooke the weaker Sex, she that could driue
155.00a.180 The poysonous tincture, and the stayne of Eue,
155.00a.181 Out of her thoughts, and deeds; and purifie
155.00a.182 All, by a true religious Alchimy;
155.00a.183 Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead: when thou knowest this,
155.00a.184 Thou knowest how poore a trifling thing man is.
155.00a.185 And learn'st thus much by our Anatomee,
155.00a.186 The heart being perish'd, no part can be free.
155.00a.187 And that except thou feed (not banquet) on
155.00a.188 The supernaturall food, Religion,
155.00a.189 Thy better Grouth growes withered, and scant;
155.00a.190 Be more then man, or thou'rt lesse then an Ant.
155.00a.191 Then, as mankinde, so is the worlds whole frame
155.00a.192 Quite out of ioynt, almost created lame:
155.00a.193 For, before God had made vp all the rest,
155.00a.194 Corruption entred, and deprau'd the best:
155.00a.195 It seis'd the Angels: and then first of all
155.00a.196 The world did in her Cradle take a fall,
155.00a.197 And turn'd her braines, and tooke a generall maime
155.00a.198 Wronging each ioynt of th'vniuersall frame.
155.00a.199 The noblest part, man, felt it first; and than
155.00a.200 Both beasts and plants, curst in the curse of man.
155.00a.201 So did the world from the first houre decay,
155.00a.201M Decay of nature in other parts.
155.00a.202 That euening was beginning of the day,
155.00a.203 And now the Springs and Sommers which we see,
155.00a.204 Like sonnes of women after fifty bee.
155.00a.205 And new Philosophy cals all in doubt,
155.00a.206 The Element of fire is quite put out;
155.00a.207 The Sunne is lost, and th'earth, and no mans wit
155.00a.208 Can well direct him, where to looke for it.
155.00a.209 And freely men confesse, that this world's spent,
155.00a.210 When in the Planets, and the Firmament
155.00a.211 They seeke so many new; they see that this
155.00a.212 Is crumbled out againe to his Atomis.
155.00a.213 'Tis all in pieces, all cohaerence gone;
155.00a.214 All iust supply, and all Relation:
155.00a.215 Prince, Subiect, Father, Sonne, are things forgot,
155.00a.216 For euery man alone thinkes he hath got
155.00a.217 To be a Phoenix, and that there can bee
155.00a.218 None of that kinde, of which he is, but hee.
155.00a.219 This is the worlds condition now, and now
155.00a.220 She that should all parts to reunion bow,
155.00a.221 She that had all Magnetique force alone,
155.00a.222 To draw, and fasten sundred parts in one;
155.00a.223 She whom wise nature had inuented then
155.00a.224 When she obseru'd that euery sort of men
155.00a.225 Did in their voyage in this worlds Sea stray,
155.00a.226 And needed a new compasse for their way;
155.00a.227 Shee that was best, and first originall
155.00a.228 Of all faire copies; and the generall
155.00a.229 Steward to Fate; shee whose rich eyes, and brest,
155.00a.230 Guilt the West Indies, and perfum'd the East;
155.00a.231 Whose hauing breath'd in this world, did bestow
155.00a.232 Spice on those Isles, and bad them still smell so,
155.00a.233 And that rich Indie which doth gold interre,
155.00a.234 Is but as single money, coyn'd from her:
155.00a.235 She to whom this world must it selfe refer,
155.00a.236 As Suburbs, or the Microcosme of her,
155.00a.237 Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead: when thou knowst this,
155.00a.238 Thou knowst how lame a cripple this world is.
155.00a.239 And learnst thus much by our Anatomy,
155.00a.240 That this worlds generall sickenesse doth not lie
155.00a.241 In any humour, or one certaine part;
155.00a.242 But, as thou sawest it rotten at the hart,
155.00a.243 Thou seest a Hectique feuer hath got hold
155.00a.244 Of the whole substance, not to be contrould.
155.00a.245 And that thou hast but one way, not t'admit
155.00a.246 The worlds infection, to be none of it.
155.00a.247 For the worlds subtilst immateriall parts
155.00a.248 Feele this consuming wound, and ages darts.
155.00a.249 For the worlds beauty is decayd, or gone,
155.00a.250 Beauty, that's colour, and proportion.
155.00a.250M Disformity of parts.
155.00a.251 We thinke the heauens enioy their Sphericall
155.00a.252 Their round proportion embracing all.
155.00a.253 But yet their various and perplexed course,
155.00a.254 Obseru'd in diuers ages doth enforce
155.00a.255 Men to finde out so many Eccentrique parts,
155.00a.256 Such diuers downe-right lines, such ouerthwarts,
155.00a.257 As disproportion that pure forme. It teares
155.00a.258 The Firmament in eight and fortie sheeres,
155.00a.259 And in those constellations there arise
155.00a.260 New starres, and old do vanish from our eyes:
155.00a.261 As though heau'n suffred earth-quakes, peace or war,
155.00a.262 When new Townes rise, and olde demolish'd are.
155.00a.263 They haue empayld within a Zodiake
155.00a.264 The free-borne Sunne, and keepe twelue signes awake
155.00a.265 To watch his steps; the Goat and Crabbe controule,
155.00a.266 And fright him backe, who els to eyther Pole,
155.00a.267 (Did not these Tropiques fetter him) might runne:
155.00a.268 For his course is not round; nor can the Sunne
155.00a.269 Perfit a Circle, or maintaine his way
155.00a.270 One inche direct; but where he rose to day
155.00a.271 He comes no more, but with a cousening line,
155.00a.272 Steales by that point, and so is Serpentine:
155.00a.273 And seeming weary with his reeling thus,
155.00a.274 He meanes to sleepe, being now falne nearer vs.
155.00a.275 So, of the stares which boast that they do runne
155.00a.276 In Circle still, none ends where he begunne.
155.00a.277 All their proportion's lame, it sinks, it swels.
155.00a.278 For of Meridians, and Parallels,
155.00a.279 Man hath weau'd out a net, and this net throwne
155.00a.280 Vpon the Heauens, and now they are his owne.
155.00a.281 Loth to goe vp the hill, or labor thus
155.00a.282 To goe to heauen, we make heauen come to vs.
155.00a.283 We spur, we raine the stars, and in their race
155.00a.284 They're diuersly content t'obey our pace.
155.00a.285 But keepes the earth her round proportion still?
155.00a.286 Doth not a Tenarif, or higher Hill
155.00a.287 Rise so high like a Rocke, that one might thinke
155.00a.288 The floating Moone would shipwracke there, and sink?
155.00a.289 Seas are so deepe, that Whales being strooke to day,
155.00a.290 Perchance to morrow, scarse at middle way
155.00a.291 Of their wish'd iourneys end, the bottom, dye.
155.00a.292 And men, to sound depths, so much line vntie,
155.00a.293 As one might iustly thinke, that there would rise
155.00a.294 At end thereof, one of th'Antipodies:
155.00a.295 If vnder all, a Vault infernall be,
155.00a.296 (Which sure is spacious, except that we
155.00a.297 Inuent another torment, that there must
155.00a.298 Millions into a strait hote roome be thrust)
155.00a.299 Then solidnes, and roundnes haue no place.
155.00a.300 Are these but warts, and pock-holes in the face
155.00a.301 Of th'earth? Thinke so: But yet confesse, in this
155.00a.302 The worlds proportion disfigured is,
155.00a.303 That those two legges whereon it doth relie,
155.00a.303M Disorder in the world.
155.00a.304 Reward and punishment are bent awrie.
155.00a.305 And, Oh, it can no more be questioned,
155.00a.306 That beauties best, proportion, is dead,
155.00a.307 Since euen griefe it selfe, which now alone
155.00a.308 Is left vs, is without proportion.
155.00a.309 Shee by whose lines proportion should bee
155.00a.310 Examin'd, measure of all Symmetree,
155.00a.311 Whom had that Ancient seen, who thought soules made
155.00a.312 Of Harmony, he would at next haue said
155.00a.313 That Harmony was shee, and thence infer,
155.00a.314 That soules were but Resultances from her,
155.00a.315 And did from her into our bodies go,
155.00a.316 As to our eyes, the formes from obiects flow:
155.00a.317 Shee, who if those great Doctors truely said
155.00a.318 That th'Arke to mans proportions was made,
155.00a.319 Had beene a type for that, as that might be
155.00a.320 A type of her in this, that contrary
155.00a.321 Both Elements, and Passions liu'd at peace
155.00a.322 In her, who caus'd all Ciuill warre to cease.
155.00a.323 Shee, after whom, what forme soe're we see,
155.00a.324 Is discord, and rude incongruitee,
155.00a.325 Shee, shee is dead, shee's dead; when thou knowst this,
155.00a.326 Thou knowst how vgly a monster this world is:
155.00a.327 And learnst thus much by our Anatomee,
155.00a.328 That here is nothing to enamor thee:
155.00a.329 And that, not onely faults in inward parts,
155.00a.330 Corruptions in our braines, or in our harts,
155.00a.331 Poysoning the fountaines, whence our actions spring,
155.00a.332 Endanger vs: but that if euery thing
155.00a.333 Be not done fitly'nd in proportion,
155.00a.334 To satisfie wise, and good lookers on,
155.00a.335 (Since most men be such as most thinke they bee)
155.00a.336 They're lothsome too, by this Deformitee.
155.00a.337 For good, and well, must in our actions meete:
155.00a.338 Wicked is not much worse then indiscreet.
155.00a.339 But beauties other second Element,
155.00a.340 Colour, and lustre now, is as neere spent.
155.00a.341 And had the world his iust proportion,
155.00a.342 Were it a ring still, yet the stone is gone.
155.00a.343 As a compassionate Turcoyse which doth tell
155.00a.344 By looking pale, the wearer is not well,
155.00a.345 As gold fals sicke being stung with Mercury,
155.00a.346 All the worlds parts of such complexion bee.
155.00a.347 When nature was most busie, the first weeke,
155.00a.348 Swadling the new-borne earth, God seemd to like,
155.00a.349 That she should sport herselfe sometimes, and play,
155.00a.350 To mingle, and vary colours euery day.
155.00a.351 And then, as though she could not make inow,
155.00a.352 Himselfe his various Rainbow did allow.
155.00a.353 Sight is the noblest sense of any one,
155.00a.354 Yet sight hath onely color to feed on,
155.00a.355 And color is decayd: summers robe growes
155.00a.356 Duskie, and like an oft dyed garment showes.
155.00a.357 Our blushing redde, which vs'd in cheekes to spred,
155.00a.358 Is inward sunke, and onely our soules are redde:
155.00a.359 Perchance the world might haue recouered,
155.00a.360 If she whom we lament had not beene dead:
155.00a.361 But shee, in whom all white, and redde, and blue
155.00a.362 (Beauties ingredients) voluntary grew,
155.00a.363 As in an vnuext Paradise; from whom
155.00a.364 Did all things verdure, and their lustre come,
155.00a.365 Whose composition was miraculous,
155.00a.366 Being all color, all Diaphanous,
155.00a.367 (For Ayre, and Fire but thicke grosse bodies were,
155.00a.368 And liueliest stones but drowsie, and pale to her,)
155.00a.369 Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead: when thou knowst this,
155.00a.370 Thou knowst how wan a Ghost this our world is:
155.00a.371 And learnst thus much by our Anatomee,
155.00a.372 That it should more affright, then pleasure thee.
155.00a.373 And that, since all faire color then did sinke,
155.00a.374 Tis now but wicked vanity to thinke,
155.00a.375 To color vitious deeds with good pretence,
155.00a.375M Weaknesse in the want of correspondence of heauen and earth.
155.00a.376 Or with bought colors to illude mens sense.
155.00a.377 Nor in ought more this worlds decay appeares,
155.00a.378 Then that her influence the heau'n forbeares,
155.00a.379 Or that the Elements doe not feele this,
155.00a.380 The father, or the mother barren is.
155.00a.381 The clouds conceiue not raine, or doe not powre
155.00a.382 In the due birth-time, downe the balmy showre.
155.00a.383 Th'Ayre doth not motherly sit on the earth,
155.00a.384 To hatch her seasons, and giue all things birth.
155.00a.385 Spring-times were common cradles, but are toombes;
155.00a.386 And false-conceptions fill the generall wombs.
155.00a.387 Th'Ayre showes such Meteors, as none can see,
155.00a.388 Not onely what they meane, but what they bee.
155.00a.389 Earth such new wormes, as would haue troubled much,
155.00a.390 Th'Egyptian Mages to haue made more such.
155.00a.391 What Artist now dares boast that he can bring
155.00a.392 Heauen hither, or constellate any thing,
155.00a.393 So as the influence of those starres may bee
155.00a.394 Imprisond in an Herbe, or Charme, or Tree,
155.00a.395 And doe by touch, all which those starres could do?
155.00a.396 The art is lost, and correspondence too.
155.00a.397 For heauen giues little, and the earth takes lesse,
155.00a.398 And man least knowes their trade, and purposes.
155.00a.399 If this commerce twixt heauen and earth were not
155.00a.400 Embarr'd, and all this trafique quite forgot,
155.00a.401 Shee, for whose losse we haue lamented thus,
155.00a.402 Would worke more fully'and pow'rfully on vs.
155.00a.403 Since herbes, and roots by dying, lose not all,
155.00a.404 But they, yea Ashes too, are medicinall,
155.00a.405 Death could not quench her vertue so, but that
155.00a.406 It would be (if not follow'd) wondred at:
155.00a.407 And all the world would be one dying Swan,
155.00a.408 To sing her funerall prayse, and vanish than.
155.00a.409 But as some Serpents poison hurteth not,
155.00a.410 Except it be from the liue Serpent shot,
155.00a.411 So doth her vertue need her here, to fit
155.00a.412 That vnto vs; she working more then it.
155.00a.413 But she, in whom, to such maturity,
155.00a.414 Vertue was growne, past growth, that it must die,
155.00a.415 She from whose influence all Impressions came,
155.00a.416 But, by Receiuers impotencies, lame,
155.00a.417 Who, though she could not transubstantiate
155.00a.418 All states to gold, yet guilded euery state,
155.00a.419 So that some Princes haue some temperance;
155.00a.420 Some Counsaylors some purpose to aduance
155.00a.421 The common profite; and some people haue
155.00a.422 Some stay, no more then Kings should giue, to craue;
155.00a.423 Some women haue some taciturnity;
155.00a.424 Some Nunneries, some graines of chastity.
155.00a.425 She that did thus much, and much more could doe,
155.00a.426 But that our age was Iron, and rusty too,
155.00a.427 Shee, shee is dead; shee's dead: when thou knowst this,
155.00a.428 Thou knowest how drie a Cinder this world is.
155.00a.429 And learnst thus much by our Anatomy,
155.00a.430 That 'tis in vaine to dew, or mollifie
155.00a.431 It with thy Teares, or Sweat, or Bloud: no thing
155.00a.432 Is worth our trauaile, griefe, or perishing,
155.00a.433 But those rich ioyes, which did possesse her hart,
155.00a.434 Of which shee's now partaker, and a part.
155.00a.435 But as in cutting vp a man that's dead,
155.00a.436 The body will not last out to haue read
155.00a.437 On euery part, and therefore men direct
155.00a.438 Their speech to parts, that are of most effect;
155.00a.439 So the worlds carcasse would not last, if I
155.00a.440 Were punctuall in this Anatomy.
155.00a.441 Nor smels it well to hearers, if one tell
155.00a.442 Them their disease, who faine would think they're wel.
155.00a.443 Here therefore be the end: And, blessed maid,
155.00a.444 Of whom is meant what euer hath beene said,
155.00a.445 Or shall be spoken well by any tongue,
155.00a.446 Whose name refines course lines, & makes prose song,
155.00a.447 Accept this tribute, and his first yeares rent,
155.00a.448 Who till his darke short tapers end be spent,
155.00a.449 As oft as thy feast sees this widowed earth,
155.00a.450 Will yearely celebrate thy second birth,
155.00a.451 That is, thy death. For though the soule of man
155.00a.452 Be got when man is made,'tis borne but than
155.00a.453 When man doth die. Our body's as the wombe,
155.00a.454 And as a mid-wife death directs it home.
155.00a.455 And you her creatures, whom she workes vpon
155.00a.456 And haue your last, and best concoction
155.00a.457 From her example, and her vertue, if you
155.00a.458 In reuerence to her, doe thinke it due,
155.00a.459 That no one should her prayses thus reherse,
155.00a.460 As matter fit for Chronicle, not verse,
155.00a.461 Vouchsafe to call to minde, that God did make
155.00a.462 A last, and lastingst peece, a song. He spake
155.00a.463 To Moses, to deliuer vnto all,
155.00a.464 That song: because he knew they would let fall,
155.00a.465 The Law, the Prophets, and the History,
155.00a.466 But keepe the song still in their memory.
155.00a.467 Such an opinion (in due measure) made
155.00a.468 Me this great Office boldly to inuade.
155.00a.469 Nor could incomprehensiblenesse deterre
155.00a.470 Me, from thus trying to emprison her.
155.00a.471 Which when I saw that a strict graue could do,
155.00a.472 I saw not why verse might not doe so too.
155.00a.473 Verse hath a middle nature: heauen keepes soules,
155.00a.474 The graue keeps bodies, verse the same enroules.
156.00a.0HE A FVNERALL ELEGIE.
156.00a.001 Tis lost, to trust a Tombe with such a ghest,
156.00a.002 Or to confine her in a Marble chest.
156.00a.003 Alas, what's Marble, Ieat, or Porphiry,
156.00a.004 Priz'd with the Chrysolite of eyther eye,
156.00a.005 Or with those Pearles, and Rubies which shee was?
156.00a.006 Ioyne the two Indies in one Tombe, 'tis glas;
156.00a.007 And so is all to her materials,
156.00a.008 Though euery inche were ten escurials.
156.00a.009 Yet shee's demolish'd: Can we keepe her then
156.00a.010 In workes of hands, or of the wits of men?
156.00a.011 Can these memorials, ragges of paper, giue
156.00a.012 Life to that name, by which name they must liue?
156.00a.013 Sickly, alas, short-liu'd, aborted bee
156.00a.014 Those Carkas verses, whose soule is not shee.
156.00a.015 And can shee, who no longer would be shee,
156.00a.016 Being such a Tabernacle, stoope to bee
156.00a.017 In paper wrap't; Or, when she would not lie
156.00a.018 In such a house, dwell in an Elegie?
156.00a.019 But 'tis no matter; we may well allow
156.00a.020 Verse to liue so long as the world will now.
156.00a.021 For her death wounded it. The world containes
156.00a.022 Princes for armes, and Counsailors for braines,
156.00a.023 Lawyers for tongues, Diuines for hearts, and more,
156.00a.024 The Rich for stomachs, and for backes the Pore;
156.00a.025 The Officers for hands, Merchants for feet
156.00a.026 By which remote and distant Countries meet.
156.00a.027 But those fine spirits, which doe tune and set
156.00a.028 This Organ, are those peeces which beget
156.00a.029 Wonder and loue; And these were shee; and shee
156.00a.030 Being spent, the world must needes decrepit bee.
156.00a.031 For since death will proceed to triumph still,
156.00a.032 He can finde nothing, after her, to kill,
156.00a.033 Except the world it selfe, so great as shee.
156.00a.034 Thus braue and confident may Nature bee,
156.00a.035 Death cannot giue her such another blow,
156.00a.036 Because shee cannot such another show.
156.00a.037 But must we say shee's dead? May't not be said
156.00a.038 That as a sundred Clocke is peece-meale laid,
156.00a.039 Not to be lost, but by the makers hand
156.00a.040 Repolish'd, without error then to stand,
156.00a.041 Or as the Affrique Niger streame enwombs
156.00a.042 It selfe into the earth, and after comes,
156.00a.043 (Hauing first made a naturall bridge, to passe
156.00a.044 For many leagues,) farre greater then it was,
156.00a.045 May't not be said, that her graue shall restore
156.00a.046 Her, greater, purer, firmer, then before?
156.00a.047 Heauen may say this, and ioy in't; but can wee
156.00a.048 Who liue, and lacke her, here this vantage see?
156.00a.049 What is't to vs, alas, if there haue beene
156.00a.050 An Angell made a Throne, or Cherubin?
156.00a.051 We lose by't: And as aged men are glad
156.00a.052 Being tastlesse growne, to ioy in ioyes they had,
156.00a.053 So now the sicke staru'd world must feed vpone
156.00a.054 This joy, that we had her, who now is gone.
156.00a.055 Reioyce then nature, and this world, that you
156.00a.056 Fearing the last fires hastning to subdue
156.00a.057 Your force and vigor, ere it were neere gone,
156.00a.058 Wisely bestow'd, and layd it all on one.
156.00a.059 One, whose cleare body was so pure, and thin,
156.00a.060 Because it neede disguise no thought within.
156.00a.061 T'was but a through-light scarfe, her minde t'enroule,
156.00a.062 Or exhalation breath'd out from her soule.
156.00a.063 One, whom all men who durst no more, admir'd;
156.00a.064 And whom, who ere had worth enough, desir'd;
156.00a.065 As when a Temple's built, Saints emulate
156.00a.066 To which of them, it shall be consecrate.
156.00a.067 But as when Heau'n lookes on vs with new eyes,
156.00a.068 Those new starres eu'ry Artist exercise,
156.00a.069 What place they should assigne to them they doubt,
156.00a.070 Argue, and agree not, till those starres go out:
156.00a.071 So the world studied whose this peece should be,
156.00a.072 Till she can be no bodies else, nor shee:
156.00a.073 But like a Lampe of Balsamum, desir'd
156.00a.074 Rather t'adorne, then last, shee soone expir'd;
156.00a.075 Cloath'd in her Virgin white integrity;
156.00a.076 For mariage, though it doe not staine, doth dye.
156.00a.077 To scape th'infirmities which waite vpone
156.00a.078 Woman, shee went away, before sh'was one.
156.00a.079 And the worlds busie noyse to ouercome,
156.00a.080 Tooke so much death, as seru'd for opium.
156.00a.081 For though she could not, nor could chuse to die,
156.00a.082 Shee'ath yeelded to too long an Extasie.
156.00a.083 He which not knowing her sad History,
156.00a.084 Should come to reade the booke of destiny,
156.00a.085 How faire and chast, humble and high shee'ad beene,
156.00a.086 Much promis'd, much perform'd, at not fifteene,
156.00a.087 And measuring future things, by things before,
156.00a.088 Should turne the leafe to reade, and read no more,
156.00a.089 Would thinke that eyther destiny mistooke,
156.00a.090 Or that some leafes were torne out of the booke.
156.00a.091 But 'tis not so: Fate did but vsher her
156.00a.092 To yeares of Reasons vse, and then infer
156.00a.093 Her destiny to her selfe; which liberty
156.00a.094 She tooke but for thus much, thus much to die.
156.00a.095 Her modesty not suffering her to bee
156.00a.096 Fellow-Commissioner with destinee,
156.00a.097 Shee did no more but die; if after her
156.00a.098 Any shall liue, which dare true good prefer,
156.00a.099 Euery such person is her delegate,
156.00a.100 T'accomplish that which should haue beene her fate.
156.00a.101 They shall make vp that booke, and shall haue thankes
156.00a.102 Of fate and her, for filling vp their blanks.
156.00a.103 For future vertuous deeds are Legacies,
156.00a.104 Which from the gift of her example rise.
156.00a.105 And 'tis in heau'n part of spirituall mirth,
156.00a.106 To see how well, the good play her, on earth.
157.00b.HE1 The Second Anniuersarie.
157.00b.HE2 Of The Progresse of the Soule.
157.00b.001 Nothing could make mee sooner to confesse
157.00b.001M The entrance.
157.00b.002 That this world had an euerlastingnesse,
157.00b.003 Then to consider, that a yeare is runne,
157.00b.004 Since both this lower worlds, and the Sunnes Sunne,
157.00b.005 The Lustre, and the vigor of this All,
157.00b.006 Did set; t'were Blasphemy, to say, did fall.
157.00b.007 But as a ship which hath strooke saile, doth runne,
157.00b.008 By force of that force which before, it wonne,
157.00b.009 Or as sometimes in a beheaded man,
157.00b.010 Though at those two Red seas, which freely ran,
157.00b.011 One from the Trunke, another from the Head,
157.00b.012 His soule be saild, to her eternall bed,
157.00b.013 His eies will twinckle, and his tongue will roll,
157.00b.014 As though he beckned, and cal'd backe his Soul,
157.00b.015 He graspes his hands, and he puls vp his feet,
157.00b.016 And seemes to reach, and to step forth to meet
157.00b.017 His soule; when all these motions which we saw,
157.00b.018 Are but as Ice, which crackles at a thaw:
157.00b.019 Or as a Lute, which in moist weather, rings
157.00b.020 Her knell alone, by cracking of her strings.
157.00b.021 So strugles this dead world, now shee is gone;
157.00b.022 For there is motion in corruption.
157.00b.023 As some Daies are, at the Creation nam'd,
157.00b.024 Before the sunne, the which fram'd Daies, was fram'd,
157.00b.025 So after this sunnes set, some show appeares,
157.00b.026 And orderly vicisitude of yeares.
157.00b.027 Yet a new Deluge, and of Lethe flood,
157.00b.028 Hath drownd' vs all, All haue forgot all good,
157.00b.029 Forgetting her, the maine Reserue of all,
157.00b.030 Yet in this Deluge, grosse and generall,
157.00b.031 Thou seest mee striue for life; my life shalbe,
157.00b.032 To bee hereafter prais'd, for praysing thee,
157.00b.033 Immortal Mayd, who though thou wouldst refuse
157.00b.034 The name of Mother, be vnto my Muse,
157.00b.035 A Father since her chast Ambition is,
157.00b.036 Yearely to bring forth such a child as this.
157.00b.037 These Hymes may worke on future wits, and so
157.00b.038 May great Grand-children of thy praises grow.
157.00b.039 And so, though not Reuiue, embalme, and spice
157.00b.040 The world, which else would putrify with vice.
157.00b.041 For thus, Man may extend thy progeny,
157.00b.042 Vntill man doe but vanish, and not die.
157.00b.043 These Hymns thy issue, may encrease so long,
157.00b.044 As till Gods great Venite change the song.
157.00b.045 Thirst for that time, O my insatiate soule,
157.00b.045M A iust disestimation of this world.
157.00b.046 And serue thy thirst, with Gods safe-sealing Bowle.
157.00b.047 Bee thirsty still, and drinke still tillthou goe;
157.00b.048 T'is th'onely Health, to be Hydropique so.
157.00b.049 Forget this rotten world; And vnto thee,
157.00b.050 Let thine owne times as an old story be.
157.00b.051 Be not concern'd: study not why, nor whan;
157.00b.052 Do not so much, as not beleeue a man.
157.00b.053 For though to erre, be worst, to try truths forth,
157.00b.054 Is far more busines, then this world is worth.
157.00b.055 The World is but a Carkas; thou art fed
157.00b.056 By it, but as a worme, that carcas bred;
157.00b.057 And why shouldst thou, poore worme, consider more,
157.00b.058 When this world will grow better then before,
157.00b.059 Then those thy fellow-wormes doe thinke vpone
157.00b.060 That carkasses last resurrectione.
157.00b.061 Forget this world, and scarse thinke of it so,
157.00b.062 As of old cloaths, cast of a yeare agoe.
157.00b.063 To be thus stupid is Alacrity;
157.00b.064 Men thus lethargique haue best Memory.
157.00b.065 Looke vpward; that's towards her, whose happy state
157.00b.066 We now lament not, but congratulate.
157.00b.067 Shee, to whom all this world was but a stage,
157.00b.068 Where all sat harkning how her youthfull age
157.00b.069 Should be emploid, because in all, shee did,
157.00b.070 Some Figure of the Golden times, was hid.
157.00b.071 Who could not lacke, what ere this world could giue,
157.00b.072 Because shee was the forme, that made it liue;
157.00b.073 Nor could complaine, that this world was vnfit,
157.00b.074 To be staid in, then when shee was in it;
157.00b.075 Shee that first tried indifferent desires
157.00b.076 By vertue, and vertue by religious fires,
157.00b.077 Shee to whose person Paradise adhear'd,
157.00b.078 As Courts to Princes; shee whose eies enspheard
157.00b.079 Star-light inough, t'haue made the South controll,
157.00b.080 (Had shee beene there) the Starfull Northern Pole,
157.00b.081 Shee, shee is gone; shee is gone; when thou knowest this,
157.00b.082 What fragmentary rubbidge this world is
157.00b.083 Thou knowest, and that it is not worth a thought;
157.00b.084 He honors it too much that thinks it nought.
157.00b.085 Thinke then, My soule, that death is but a Groome,
157.00b.085M Contemplation of our state in our death-bed.
157.00b.086 Which brings a Taper to the outward romme,
157.00b.087 Whence thou spiest first a little glimmering light,
157.00b.088 And after brings it nearer to thy sight:
157.00b.089 For such approches doth Heauen make in death.
157.00b.090 Thinke thy selfe laboring now with broken breath,
157.00b.091 And thinke those broken and soft Notes to bee
157.00b.092 Diuision, and thy happiest Harmonee.
157.00b.093 Thinke thee laid on thy death bed, loose and slacke;
157.00b.094 And thinke that but vnbinding of a packe,
157.00b.095 To take one precious thing, thy soule, from thence.
157.00b.096 Thinke thy selfe parch'd with feuers violence,
157.00b.097 Anger thine Ague more, by calling it
157.00b.098 Thy Physicke; chide the slacknesse of the fit.
157.00b.099 Thinke that thou hearst thy knell, and thinke no more,
157.00b.100 But that, as Bels cal'd thee to Church before,
157.00b.101 So this, to the Triumphant Church, cals thee.
157.00b.102 Thinke Satans Sergeants round about thee bee,
157.00b.103 And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust;
157.00b.104 Giue one thy Pride, to'another giue thy Lust:
157.00b.105 Giue them those sinnes which they gaue thee before,
157.00b.106 And trust th'immaculate blood to wash thy score.
157.00b.107 Thinke thy frinds weeping round, and thinke that thay
157.00b.108 Weepe but because they goe not yet thy way.
157.00b.109 Thinke that they close thine eyes, and thinke in this,
157.00b.110 That they confesse much in the world, amisse,
157.00b.111 Who dare not trust a dead mans eye with that,
157.00b.112 Which they from God, and Angels couer not.
157.00b.113 Thinke that they shroud thee vp, and thinke from thence
157.00b.114 They reinuest thee in white innocence.
157.00b.115 Thinke that thy body rots, and (if so lowe,
157.00b.116 Thy soule exalted so, thy thoughts can goe,)
157.00b.117 Thinke the a Prince, who of themselues create
157.00b.118 Wormes which insensibly deuoure their state.
157.00b.119 Thinke that they bury thee, and thinke that rite
157.00b.120 Laies thee to sleepe but a saint Lucies night.
157.00b.121 Thinke these things cheerefully: and if thou bee
157.00b.122 Drowsie or slacke, remember then that shee,
157.00b.123 Shee whose Complexion was so euen made,
157.00b.124 That which of her Ingredients should inuade
157.00b.125 The other three, no Feare, no Art could guesse:
157.00b.126 So far were all remou'd from more or lesse.
157.00b.127 But as in Mithridate, or iust perfumes,
157.00b.128 Where all good things being met, no one presumes
157.00b.129 To gouerne, or to triumph on the rest,
157.00b.130 Onely because all were, no part was best.
157.00b.131 And as, though all doe know, that quantities
157.00b.132 Are made of lines, and lines from Points arise,
157.00b.133 None can these lines or quantities vnioynt,
157.00b.134 And say this is a line, or this a point,
157.00b.135 So though the Elements and Humors were
157.00b.136 In her, one could not say, this gouernes there.
157.00b.137 Whose euen constitution might haue wonne
157.00b.138 Any disease to venter on the Sunne,
157.00b.139 Rather then her: and make a spirit feare
157.00b.140 That he to disuniting subiect were.
157.00b.141 To whose proportions if we would compare
157.00b.142 Cubes, th'are vnstable; Circles, Angulare;
157.00b.143 Shee who was such a Chaine, as Fate emploies
157.00b.144 To bring mankind, all Fortunes it enioies,
157.00b.145 So fast, so euen wrought, as one would thinke,
157.00b.146 No Accident could threaten any linke,
157.00b.147 Shee, shee embrac'd a sicknesse, gaue it meat,
157.00b.148 The purest Blood, and Breath, that ere it eat.
157.00b.149 And hath taught vs that though a good man hath
157.00b.150 Title to Heauen, and plead it by his Faith,
157.00b.151 And though he may pretend a conquest, since
157.00b.152 Heauen was content to suffer violence,
157.00b.153 Yea though he plead a long possession too,
157.00b.154 (For they'are in Heauen on Earth, who Heauens workes do,)
157.00b.155 Though he had right, and power, and Place before,
157.00b.156 Yet Death must vsher, and vnlocke the doore.
157.00b.157 Thinke further on thy selfe, my soule, and thinke
157.00b.157M Incommodities of the Soule in the Body.
157.00b.158 How thou at first wast made but in a sinke;
157.00b.159 Thinke that it argued some infermitee,
157.00b.160 That those two soules, which then thou foundst in mee,
157.00b.161 Thou fedst vpon, And drewst into thee, both
157.00b.162 My second soule of sence, and first of growth.
157.00b.163 Thinke but how poore thou wast, how obnoxious,
157.00b.164 Whom a small lump of flesh could poison thus.
157.00b.165 This curded milke, this poore vnlittered whelpe
157.00b.166 My body, could, beyond escape, or helpe,
157.00b.167 Infect thee with originall sinne, and thou
157.00b.168 Couldst neither then refuse, nor leaue it now.
157.00b.169 Thinke that no stubborne sullen Anchorit,
157.00b.170 Which fixt to'a Pillar, or a Graue doth sit
157.00b.171 Bedded and Bath'd in all his Ordures, dwels
157.00b.172 So fowly as our soules, in their firstbuilt Cels.
157.00b.173 Thinke in how poore a prison thou didst lie
157.00b.174 After, enabled but to sucke, and crie.
157.00b.175 Thinke, when t'was growne to most, t'was a poore Inne,
157.00b.176 A Prouince Pack'd vp in two yards of skinne.
157.00b.177 And that vsurped, or threatned with the rage
157.00b.178 Of sicknesses, or their true mother, Age.
157.00b.179 But thinke that Death hath now enfranchis'd thee,
157.00b.179M Her liberty by death.
157.00b.180 Thou hast thy'expansion now and libertee;
157.00b.181 Thinke that a rusty Peece, discharg'd, is flowen
157.00b.182 In peeces, and the bullet is his owne,
157.00b.183 And freely flies: This to thy soule allow,
157.00b.184 Thinke thy sheel broke, thinke thy Soule hatch'd but now.
157.00b.185 And thinke this slow-pac'd soule, which late did cleaue,
157.00b.186 To'a body, and went but by the bodies leaue,
157.00b.187 Twenty, perchance, or thirty mile a day,
157.00b.188 Dispatches in a minute all the way,
157.00b.189 Twixt Heauen, and Earth: shee staies not in the Ayre,
157.00b.190 To looke what Meteors there themselues prepare;
157.00b.191 Shee carries no desire to know, nor sense,
157.00b.192 Whether th'Ayrs middle Region be intense,
157.00b.193 For th'Element of fire, shee doth not know,
157.00b.194 Whether shee past by such a place or no;
157.00b.195 Shee baits not at the Moone, nor cares to trie,
157.00b.196 Whether in that new world, men liue, and die.
157.00b.197 Venus retards her not, to'enquire, how shee
157.00b.198 Can, (being one Star) Hesper, and Vesper bee,
157.00b.199 Hee that charm'd Argus eies, sweet Mercury,
157.00b.200 Workes not on her, who now is growen all Ey;
157.00b.201 Who, if shee meete the body of the Sunne,
157.00b.202 Goes through, not staying till his course be runne;
157.00b.203 Who finds in Mars his Campe, no corps of Guard;
157.00b.204 Nor is by Ioue, nor by his father bard;
157.00b.205 But ere shee can consider how shee went,
157.00b.206 At once is at, and through the Firmament.
157.00b.207 And as these stars were but so many beades
157.00b.208 Strunge on one string, speed vndistinguish'd leades
157.00b.209 Her through those spheares, as through the beades, a string,
157.00b.210 Whose quicke succession makes it still one thing:
157.00b.211 As doth the Pith, which, least our Bodies slacke,
157.00b.212 Strings fast the little bones of necke, and backe;
157.00b.213 So by the soule doth death string Heauen and Earth,
157.00b.214 For when our soule enioyes this her third birth,
157.00b.215 (Creation gaue her one, a second, grace,)
157.00b.216 Heauen is as neare, and present to her face,
157.00b.217 As colours are, and obiects, in a roome
157.00b.218 Where darknesse was before, when Tapers come.
157.00b.219 This must, my soule, thy long-short Progresse bee;
157.00b.220 To'aduance these thoughts, remember then, that shee
157.00b.221 Shee, whose faire body no such prison was,
157.00b.222 But that a soule might well be pleas'd to passe
157.00b.223 An Age in her; shee whose rich beauty lent
157.00b.224 Mintage to others beauties, for they went
157.00b.225 But for so much, as they were like to her;
157.00b.226 Shee, in whose body (if wee dare prefer
157.00b.227 This low world, to so high a mark, as shee,)
157.00b.228 The Westerne treasure, Esterne spiceree,
157.00b.229 Europe, and Afrique, and the vnknowen rest
157.00b.230 Were easily found, or what in them was best;
157.00b.231 And when w'haue made this large Discoueree,
157.00b.232 Of all in her some one part there will bee
157.00b.233 Twenty such parts, whose plenty and riches is
157.00b.234 Inough to make twenty such worlds as this;
157.00b.235 Shee, whom had they knowne, who did first betroth
157.00b.236 The Tutelar Angels, and assigned one, both
157.00b.237 To Nations, Cities, and to Companies,
157.00b.238 To Functions, Offices, and Dignities,
157.00b.239 And to each seuerall man, to him, and him,
157.00b.240 They would haue giuen her one for euery limme;
157.00b.241 Shee, of whose soule, if we may say, t'was Gold,
157.00b.242 Her body was th'Electrum, and did hold
157.00b.243 Many degrees of that; we vnderstood
157.00b.244 Her by her sight, her pure and eloquent blood
157.00b.245 Spoke in her cheekes, and so distinckly wrought,
157.00b.246 That one might almost say, her bodie thought,
157.00b.247 Shee, shee, thus richly, and largely hous'd, is gone:
157.00b.248 And chides vs slow-pac'd snailes, who crawle vpon
157.00b.249 Our prisons prison, earth, nor thinke vs well
157.00b.250 Longer, then whil'st we beare our brittle shell.
157.00b.251 But t'were but little to haue chang'd our roome,
157.00b.251M Her ignorance in this life and knowledge in the next.
157.00b.252 If, as we were in this our liuing Tombe
157.00b.253 Oppress'd with ignorance, we still were so,
157.00b.254 Poore soule in this thy flesh what do'st thou know.
157.00b.255 Thou know'st thy selfe so little, as thou know'st not,
157.00b.256 How thou did'st die, nor how thou wast begot.
157.00b.257 Thou neither knowst, how thou at first camest in,
157.00b.258 Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sin.
157.00b.259 Nor dost thou, (though thou knowst, that thou art so)
157.00b.260 By what way thou art made immortall, know.
157.00b.261 Thou art to narrow, wretch, to comprehend
157.00b.262 Euen thy selfe: yea though thou wouldst but bend
157.00b.263 To know thy body. Haue not all soules thought
157.00b.264 For many ages, that our body'is wrought
157.00b.265 Of Ayre, and Fire, and other Elements?
157.00b.266 And now they thinke of new ingredients.
157.00b.267 And one soule thinkes one, and another way
157.00b.268 Another thinkes, and ty's an euen lay.
157.00b.269 Knowst thou but how the stone doth enter in
157.00b.270 The bladders Caue, and neuer breake the skin?
157.00b.271 Knowst thou how blood, which to the hart doth flow;
157.00b.272 Doth from one ventricle to th'other go?
157.00b.273 And for the putrid stuffe, which thou dost spit,
157.00b.274 Knowst thou how thy lungs haue attracted it?
157.00b.275 There are no passages so that there is
157.00b.276 (For ought thou knowst) piercing of substances.
157.00b.277 And of those many opinions which men raise
157.00b.278 Of Nailes and Haires, dost thou know which to praise?
157.00b.279 What hope haue we to know our selues, when wee
157.00b.280 Know not the least things, which for our vse bee?
157.00b.281 We see in Authors, too stiffe to recant,
157.00b.282 A hundred controuersies of an Ant.
157.00b.283 And yet one watches, starues, freeses, and sweats,
157.00b.284 To know but Catechismes and Alphabets
157.00b.285 Of vnconcerning things, matters of fact;
157.00b.286 How others on our stage their parts did Act;
157.00b.287 What Caesar did, yea, and what Cicero said.
157.00b.288 Why grasse is greene, or why our blood is red,
157.00b.289 Are mysteries which none haue reach'd vnto.
157.00b.290 In this low forme, poore soule what wilt thou doe?
157.00b.291 When wilt thou shake of this Pedantery,
157.00b.292 Of being taught by sense, and Fantasy?
157.00b.293 Thou look'st through spectacles; small things seeme great,
157.00b.294 Below; But vp vnto the watch-towre get,
157.00b.295 And see all things despoyld of fallacies:
157.00b.296 Thou shalt not peepe through lattices of eies,
157.00b.297 Nor heare through Laberinths of eares, nor learne
157.00b.298 By circuit, or collections to discerne.
157.00b.299 In Heauen thou straight know'st all, concerning it,
157.00b.300 And what concerns it not, shall straight forget.
157.00b.301 There thou (but in no other schoole) maist bee
157.00b.302 Perchance, as learned, and as full, as shee,
157.00b.303 Shee who all Libraries had throughly red
157.00b.304 At home, in her owne thoughts, And practised
157.00b.305 So much good as would make as many more:
157.00b.306 Shee whose example they must all implore,
157.00b.307 Who would or doe, or thinke well, and confesse
157.00b.308 That aie the vertuous Actions they expresse,
157.00b.309 Are but a new, and worse edition,
157.00b.310 Of her some one thought, or one action:
157.00b.311 Shee, who in th'Art of knowing Heauen, was growen
157.00b.312 Here vpon Earth, to such perfection,
157.00b.313 That shee hath, euer since to Heauen shee came,
157.00b.314 (In a far fairer print,) but read the same:
157.00b.315 Shee, shee, not satisfied with all this waite,
157.00b.316 (For so much knowledge, as would ouer-fraite
157.00b.317 Another, did but Ballast her) is gone,
157.00b.318 As well t'enioy, as get perfectione.
157.00b.319 And cals vs after her, in that shee tooke,
157.00b.320 (Taking herselfe) our best, and worthiest booke.
157.00b.321 Returne not, my soule, from this extasee,
157.00b.321M Of our company in this life and in the next.
157.00b.322 And meditation of what thou shalt bee,
157.00b.323 To earthly thoughts, till it to thee appeare,
157.00b.324 With whom thy conuersation must be there.
157.00b.325 With whom wilt thou Conuerse? what station
157.00b.326 Canst thou choose out, free from infection,
157.00b.327 That wil nor giue thee theirs, nor drinke in thine?
157.00b.328 Shalt thou not finde a spungy slack Diuine
157.00b.329 Drinke and sucke in th'Instructions of Great men,
157.00b.330 And for the word of God, vent them agen?
157.00b.331 Are there not some Courts, (And then, no things bee
157.00b.332 So like as Courts) which, in this let vs see,
157.00b.333 That wits and tongues of Libellars are weake,
157.00b.334 Because they doe more ill, then these can speake?
157.00b.335 The poyson'is gone through all, poysons affect
157.00b.336 Chiefly the cheefest parts, but some effect
157.00b.337 In Nailes, and Haires, yea excrements, will show;
157.00b.338 So will the poyson of sinne, in the most low.
157.00b.339 Vp vp, my drowsie soule, where thy new eare
157.00b.340 Shall in the Angels songs no discord heare;
157.00b.341 Where thou shalt see the blessed Mother-maid
157.00b.342 Ioy in not being that, which men haue said.
157.00b.343 Where shee'is exalted more for being good,
157.00b.344 Then for her interest, of mother-hood.
157.00b.345 Vp to those Patriarckes, which did longer sit
157.00b.346 Expecting Christ, then they'haue enioy'd him yet.
157.00b.347 Vp to those Prophets, which now gladly see
157.00b.348 Their Prophecies growen to be Historee.
157.00b.349 Vp to th'Apostles, who did brauely runne,
157.00b.350 All the Sunnes course, with more light then the Sunne.
157.00b.351 Vp to those Martyrs, who did calmely bleed
157.00b.352 Oyle to th'Apostles lamps, dew to their seed.
157.00b.353 Vp to those Virgins, who thought that almost
157.00b.354 They made ioyntenants with the Holy Ghost,
157.00b.355 If they to any should his Temple giue.
157.00b.356 Vp, vp, for in that squadron there doth liue
157.00b.357 Shee, who hath carried thether, new degrees
157.00b.358 (As to their number) to their dignitees.
157.00b.359 Shee, who beeing to herselfe a state, enioyd
157.00b.360 All royalties which any state emploid,
157.00b.361 For shee made wars, and triumph'd, reson still
157.00b.362 Did not ouerthrow, but rectifie her will:
157.00b.363 And shee made peace, for no peace is like this,
157.00b.364 That beauty and chastity together kisse:
157.00b.365 Shee did high iustice; for shee crucified
157.00b.366 Euery first motion of rebellious pride:
157.00b.367 And shee gaue pardons, and was liberall,
157.00b.368 For, onely her selfe except, shee pardond all:
157.00b.369 Shee coynd, in this, that her impressions gaue
157.00b.370 To all our actions all the worth they haue:
157.00b.371 Shee gaue protections; the thoughts of her brest
157.00b.372 Satans rude Officers could nere arrest.
157.00b.373 As these prerogatiues being met in one,
157.00b.374 Made her a soueraigne state, religion
157.00b.375 Made her a Church; and these two made her all.
157.00b.376 Shee who was all this All, and could not fall
157.00b.377 To worse, by company; (for shee was still
157.00b.378 More Antidote, then all the world was ill,)
157.00b.379 Shee, shee doth leaue it, and by Death, suruiue
157.00b.380 All this, in Heauen; whither who doth not striue
157.00b.381 The more, because shee'is there, he doth not know
157.00b.382 That accidentall ioyes in Heauen doe grow.
157.00b.383 But pause, My soule, and study ere thou fall
157.00b.384 On accidentall ioyes, th'essentiall.
157.00b.384M Of essentiall ioy in this life and in the next.
157.00b.385 Still before Accessories doe abide
157.00b.386 A triall, must the principall be tride.
157.00b.387 And what essentiall ioy canst thou expect
157.00b.388 Here vpon earth? what permanent effect
157.00b.389 Of transitory causes? Dost thou loue
157.00b.390 Beauty? (And Beauty worthyest is to moue)
157.00b.391 Poore couse'ned cose'nor, that she, and that thou,
157.00b.392 Which did begin to loue, are neither now.
157.00b.393 You are both fluid, chang'd since yesterday;
157.00b.394 Next day repaires, (but ill) last daies decay.
157.00b.395 Nor are, (Although the riuer keep the name)
157.00b.396 Yesterdaies waters, and to daies the same.
157.00b.397 So flowes her face, and thine eies, neither now
157.00b.398 That saint, nor Pilgrime, which your louing vow
157.00b.399 Concernd, remaines; but whil'st you thinke you bee
157.00b.400 Constant, you'are howrely in inconstancee.
157.00b.401 Honour may haue pretence vnto our loue,
157.00b.402 Because that God did liue so long aboue
157.00b.403 Without this Honour, and then lou'd it so,
157.00b.404 That he at last made Creatures to bestow
157.00b.405 Honor on him; not that he needed it,
157.00b.406 But that, to his hands, man might grow more fit.
157.00b.407 But since all honors from inferiors flow,
157.00b.408 (For they doe giue it; Princes doe but show
157.00b.409 Whom they would haue so honord) and that this
157.00b.410 On such opinions, and capacities
157.00b.411 Is built, as rise, and fall, to more and lesse,
157.00b.412 Alas, tis but a casuall happinesse.
157.00b.413 Hath euer any man to'himselfe assigned
157.00b.414 This or that happinesse, to'arrest his minde,
157.00b.415 But that another man, which takes a worse,
157.00b.416 Thinke him a foole for hauing tane that course?
157.00b.417 They who did labour Babels tower t' erect,
157.00b.418 Might haue considerd, that for that effect,
157.00b.419 All this whole solid Earth could not allow
157.00b.420 Nor furnish forth Materials enow;
157.00b.421 And that this Center, to raise such a place
157.00b.422 Was far to little, to haue beene the Base;
157.00b.423 No more affoords this world, foundatione
157.00b.424 To erect true ioye, were all the meanes in one.
157.00b.425 But as the Heathen made them seuerall gods,
157.00b.426 Of all Gods Benefits, and all his Rods,
157.00b.427 (For as the Wine, and Corne, and Onions are
157.00b.428 Gods vnto them, so Agues bee, and war)
157.00b.429 And as by changing that whole precious Gold
157.00b.430 To such small copper coynes, they lost the old,
157.00b.431 And lost their onely God, who euer must
157.00b.432 Be sought alone, and not in such a thrust,
157.00b.433 So much mankind true happinesse mistakes;
157.00b.434 No Ioye enioyes that man, that many makes.
157.00b.435 Then, soule, to thy first pitch worke vp againe;
157.00b.436 Know that all lines which circles doe containe,
157.00b.437 For once that they the center touch, do touch
157.00b.438 Twice the circumference; and be thou such.
157.00b.439 Double on Heauen, thy thoughts on Earth emploid;
157.00b.440 All will not serue; Onely who haue enioyd
157.00b.441 The sight of God, in fulnesse, can thinke it;
157.00b.442 For it is both the obiect, and the wit.
157.00b.443 This is essentiall ioye, where neither hee
157.00b.444 Can suffer Diminution, nor wee;
157.00b.445 Tis such a full, and such a filling good;
157.00b.446 Had th'Angels once look'd on him, they had stood.
157.00b.447 To fill the place of one of them, or more,
157.00b.448 Shee whom we celebrate, is gone before.
157.00b.449 Shee, who had Here so much essentiall ioye,
157.00b.450 As no chance could distract, much lesse destroy;
157.00b.451 Who with Gods presence was acquainted so,
157.00b.452 (Hearing, and speaking to him) as to know
157.00b.453 His face, in any naturall Stone, or Tree,
157.00b.454 Better then when in Images they bee:
157.00b.455 Who kept, by diligent deuotion,
157.00b.456 Gods Image, in such reparation,
157.00b.457 Within her heart, that what decay was growen,
157.00b.458 Was her first Parents fault, and not her own:
157.00b.459 Who being solicited to any Act,
157.00b.460 Still heard God pleading his safe precontract;
157.00b.461 Who by a faithfull confidence, was here
157.00b.462 Betrothed to God, and now is married there,
157.00b.463 Whose twilights were more cleare, then our mid day,
157.00b.464 Who dreamt deuoutlier, then most vse to pray;
157.00b.465 Who being heare fild with grace, yet stroue to bee,
157.00b.466 Both where more grace, and more capacitee
157.00b.467 At once is giuen: shee to Heauen is gone,
157.00b.468 Who made this world in some proportion
157.00b.469 A heauen, and here, became vnto vs all,
157.00b.470 Ioye, (as our ioyes admit) essentiall.
157.00b.471 But could this low world ioyes essentiall touch,
157.00b.471M Of accidentall ioyes in both places.
157.00b.472 Heauens accidentall ioyes would passe them much.
157.00b.473 How poore and lame, must then our casuall bee?
157.00b.474 If thy Prince will his subiects to call thee
157.00b.475 My Lord, and this doe swell thee, thou art than,
157.00b.476 By being a greater, growen to be lesse Man,
157.00b.477 When no Physician of redresse can speake,
157.00b.478 A ioyfull casuall violence may breake
157.00b.479 A dangerous Apostem in thy brest;
157.00b.480 And whilst thou ioyest in this, the dangerous rest,
157.00b.481 The bag may rise vp, and so strangle thee.
157.00b.482 What eie was casuall, may euer bee.
157.00b.483 What should the Nature change? Or make the same
157.00b.484 Certaine, which was but casuall, when it came?
157.00b.485 All casuall ioye doth loud and plainly say,
157.00b.486 Onely by comming, that it can away.
157.00b.487 Onely in Heauen ioies strength is neuer spent;
157.00b.488 And accidentall things are permanent.
157.00b.489 Ioy of a soules arriuall neere decaies;
157.00b.490 For that soule euer ioyes, and euer staies.
157.00b.491 Ioy that their last great Consummation
157.00b.492 Approches in the resurrection;
157.00b.493 When earthly bodies more celestiall
157.00b.494 Shalbe, then Angels were, for they could fall;
157.00b.495 This kind of ioy doth euery day admit
157.00b.496 Degrees of grouth, but none of loosing it.
157.00b.497 In this fresh ioy, tis no small part, that shee,
157.00b.498 Shee, in whose goodnesse, he that names degree,
157.00b.499 Doth iniure her; (Tis losse to be cald best,
157.00b.500 There where the stuffe is not such as the rest)
157.00b.501 Shee, who left such a body, as euen shee
157.00b.502 Onely in Heauen could learne, how it can bee
157.00b.503 Made better; for shee rather was two soules,
157.00b.504 Or like to full, on both sides written Rols,
157.00b.505 Where eies might read vpon the outward skin,
157.00b.506 As strong Records for God, as mindes within,
157.00b.507 Shee, who by making full perfection grow,
157.00b.508 Peeces a Circle, and still keepes it so,
157.00b.509 Long'd for, and longing for'it, to heauen is gone,
157.00b.510 Where shee receiues, and giues addition.
157.00b.511 Here in a place, where mis-deuotion frames
157.00b.512 A thousand praiers to saints, whose very names
157.00b.513 The ancient Church knew not, Heauen knowes not yet,
157.00b.514 And where, what lawes of poetry admit,
157.00b.515 Lawes of religion, haue at least the same,
157.00b.516 Immortall Maid, I might inuoque thy name.
157.00b.517 Could any Saint prouoke that appetite,
157.00b.518 Thou here shouldst make mee a french conuertite.
157.00b.519 But thou wouldst not; nor wouldst thou be content,
157.00b.520 To take this, for my second yeeres true Rent,
157.00b.521 Did this Coine beare any other stampe, then his,
157.00b.522 That gaue thee power to do, me to say this.
157.00b.523 Since his will is, that to posteritee,
157.00b.524 Thou shouldest for life, and death, a patterne bee,
157.00b.525 And that the world should notice haue of this,
157.00b.526 The purpose, and th'Autority is his;
157.00b.527 Thou art the Proclamation; and I ame
157.00b.528 The Trumpet, at whose voice the people came.
158.00A.HE3 OF THE SOULE.
158.00A.HE4 First Song.
158.00A.001 I sing the progresse of a deathlesse soule,
158.00A.002 Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not controule,
158.00A.003 Plac'd in most shapes; all times before the law
158.00A.004 Yoak'd us, and when, and since, in this I sing.
158.00A.005 And the great world to his aged evening;
158.00A.006 From infant morne, through manly noone I draw.
158.00A.007 What the gold Chaldee, or silver Persian saw,
158.00A.008 Greeke brasse, or Roman iron, is in this one;
158.00A.009 A worke t'outweare Seths pillars, bricke and stone,
158.00A.010 And (holy writs excepted) made to yeeld to none.
158.00A.011 Thee, eye of heaven, this great Soule envies not,
158.00A.012 By thy male force, is all wee have, begot,
158.00A.013 In the first East, thou now begins to shine,
158.00A.014 Suck'st early balme, and Iland spices there,
158.00A.015 And wilt anon in thy loose-rein'd careere
158.00A.016 At Tagus, Po, Sene, Thames, and Danon dine.
158.00A.017 And see at night thy Westerne land of Myne,
158.00A.018 Yet hast thou not more nations seene then shee,
158.00A.019 That before thee, one day beganne to bee,
158.00A.020 And thy fraile light being quench'd, shall long, long out live thee.
158.00A.021 Nor holy Ianus in whose soveraigne boate
158.00A.022 The Church, and all the Monarchies did floate;
158.00A.023 That swimming Colledge, and free Hospitall
158.00A.024 Of all mankinde, that cage and vivarie
158.00A.025 Of fowles, and beasts, in whose wombe, Destinie
158.00A.026 Us, and our latest nephewes did install
158.00A.027 (From thence are all deriv'd, that fill this All)
158.00A.028 Did'st thou in that great stewardship embarke
158.00A.029 So diverse shapes into that floating parke,
158.00A.030 As have beene moved, and inform'd by this heavenly sparke.
158.00A.031 Great Destiny the Commissary of God,
158.00A.032 That hast mark'd out a path and period
158.00A.033 For every thing, who, where wee of-spring tooke,
158.00A.034 Our wayes and ends seest at one instant; Thou
158.00A.035 Knot of all causes, thou whose changelesse brow
158.00A.036 Ne'r smiles nor frownes, O vouch-safe thou to looke
158.00A.037 And shew my story, in thy eternall booke.
158.00A.038 That (if my prayer be fit) I may 'understand
158.00A.039 So much my selfe, as to know with what hand,
158.00A.040 How scant, or liberall this my lifes race is spand.
158.00A.041 To my sixe lustres almost now outwore,
158.00A.042 Except thy booke owe mee so many more,
158.00A.043 Except my legend be free from the letts
158.00A.044 Of steepe ambition, sleepie povertie,
158.00A.045 Spirit-quenching sicknesse, dull captivitie,
158.00A.046 Distracting businesse, and from beauties nets,
158.00A.047 And all that calls from this, and to others whets,
158.00A.048 O let me not launch out, but let mee save
158.00A.049 Th'expense of braine and spirit; that my grave
158.00A.050 His right and due, a whole unwasted man may have.
158.00A.051 But if my dayes be long, and good enough,
158.00A.052 In vaine this sea shall enlarge, or enrough
158.00A.053 It selfe; for I will through the wave, and fome,
158.00A.054 And shall in sad love wayes, a lively spright
158.00A.055 Make my darke heavy Poem light, and light.
158.00A.056 For though through many streights, & lands I roame,
158.00A.057 I launch at paradise, and I saile towards home;
158.00A.058 The course I there began, shall here be staid,
158.00A.059 Sailes hoised there, stroke here, and anchors laid
158.00A.060 In Thames, which were at Tigrys, and Euphrates waide.
158.00A.061 For the great soule which here amongst us now
158.00A.062 Doth dwell, and moves that hand, and tongue, & brow,
158.00A.063 Which as the Moone the sea, moves us, to heare
158.00A.064 Whose story, with long patience you will long;
158.00A.065 (For 'tis the crowne, and last straine of my song)
158.00A.066 This soule to whom Luther, and Mahomet were
158.00A.067 Prisons of flesh; this soule which oft did teare,
158.00A.068 And mend the wracks of th'Empire, and late Rome,
158.00A.069 And liv'd when every great change did come,
158.00A.070 Had first in paradise, a low, but fatall roome.
158.00A.071 Yet no low roome, nor then the greatest, lesse,
158.00A.072 If (as devout and sharpe men fitly guesse)
158.00A.073 That Crosse, our joy, and griefe, where nailes did tye
158.00A.074 That All, which alwayes was all, every where
158.00A.075 Which could not sinne, and yet all sinnes did beare;
158.00A.076 Which could not die, yet could not chuse but die;
158.00A.077 Stood in the selfe same roome in Calvarie,
158.00A.078 Where first grew the forbidden learned tree,
158.00A.079 For on that tree hung in security
158.00A.080 This Soule, made by the Makers will from pulling free.
158.00A.081 Prince of the orchard, faire as dawning morne,
158.00A.082 Fenc'd with the law, and ripe as soone as borne
158.00A.083 That apple grew, which this Soule did
158.00A.084 Till the then climing serpent, that now creeps
158.00A.085 For that offence, for which all mankinde weepes,
158.00A.086 Tooke it, and t'her whom the first man did wive
158.00A.087 (Whom and her race, only forbiddings drive)
158.00A.088 He gave it, she, t'her husband, both did eate;
158.00A.089 So perished the eaters, and the meate:
158.00A.090 And wee (for treason taints the blood) thence die and sweat.
158.00A.091 Man all at once was there by woman slaine,
158.00A.092 And one by one we'are here slaine o'er againe
158.00A.093 By them. The mother poisoned the well-head,
158.00A.094 The daughters here corrupts us,
158.00A.095 No smalness scapes, no greatnesse breaks their nets,
158.00A.096 She thrusts us out, and by them we are led
158.00A.097 Astray, from turning, to whence we are fled.
158.00A.098 Were prisoners Judges, t'would seeme rigorous,
158.00A.099 Shee sinn'd, we here, part of our paine is, thus
158.00A.100 To love them, whose fault to this painfull love yoak'd us.
158.00A.101 So fast in us doth this corruption grow,
158.00A.102 That now wee dare aske why wee should be so.
158.00A.103 Would God (disputes the curious Rebell) make
158.00A.104 A law, and would not have it kept? Or can
158.00A.105 His creatures will, crosse his? Of every man
158.00A.106 For one, will God (and be just) vengeance take?
158.00A.107 Who sinn'd? t'was not forbidden to the snake
158.00A.108 Nor her, who was not then made; nor i'st writ
158.00A.109 That Adam cropt, or knew the apple; yet
158.00A.110 The worme and she, and he, and wee endure for it.
158.00A.111 But snatch mee heavenly Spirit from this vaine
158.00A.112 Reckoning their vanities, lesse is their gaine
158.00A.113 Then hazard still, to meditate on ill,
158.00A.114 Though with good minde, their reasons like those toyes
158.00A.115 Of glassie bubbles, which the gamesome boyes
158.00A.116 Stretch to so nice a thinnes through a quill
158.00A.117 That they themselves breake, doe themselves spill,
158.00A.118 Arguing is heretiques game, and Exercise
158.00A.119 As wrastlers, perfects them; Not liberties
158.00A.120 Of speech, but silence; hands, not tongues, end heresies.
158.00A.121 Just in that instant when the serpents gripe,
158.00A.122 Broke the slight veines, and tender conduit-pipe,
158.00A.123 Through which this soule from the trees root did draw
158.00A.124 Life, and growth to this apple, fled away
158.00A.125 This loose soule, old, one and another day,
158.00A.126 As lightning, which one scarce dares say, he saw,
158.00A.127 'Tis so soone gone, (and better proofe the law
158.00A.128 Of sense, then faith requires) swiftly she flew
158.00A.129 To a darke and foggie Plot; Her, her fates threw
158.00A.130 There through th'earths-pores, and in a Plant hous'd her a new.
158.00A.131 The plant thus abled, to it selfe did force
158.00A.132 A place, where no place was; by natures course
158.00A.133 As aire from water, water fleets away
158.00A.134 From thicker bodies, by this root thronged so
158.00A.135 His spungie confines gave him place to grow,
158.00A.136 Just as in our streets, when the people stay
158.00A.137 To see the Prince, and so fill'd the way
158.00A.138 That weesels scarce could passe, when she comes nere
158.00A.139 They throng and cleave up, and a passage cleare,
158.00A.140 As if, for that time, their round bodies flatned were.
158.00A.141 His right arme he thrust out towards the East,
158.00A.142 West-ward his left; th'ends did themselves digest
158.00A.143 Into ten lesser strings, these fingers were:
158.00A.144 And as a slumberer stretching on his bed;
158.00A.145 This way he this, and that way scattered
158.00A.146 His other legge, which feet with toes upbeare;
158.00A.147 Grew on his middle parts, the first day, haire,
158.00A.148 To show, that in loves businesse hee should still
158.00A.149 A dealer bee, and be us'd well, or ill:
158.00A.150 His apples kinde, his leaves, force of conception kill.
158.00A.151 A mouth, but dumbe, he hath; blinde eyes, deafe eares,
158.00A.152 And to his shoulders dangle subtile haires;
158.00A.153 A young Colossus there hee stands upright,
158.00A.154 And as that ground by him were conquered
158.00A.155 A leafie garland weares he on his head
158.00A.156 Enchas'd with little fruits, so red and bright
158.00A.157 That for them you would call your Loves lips white;
158.00A.158 So, of a lone unhaunted place possest,
158.00A.159 Did this soules second Inne, built by the guest
158.00A.160 This living buried man, this quiet mandrake, rest.
158.00A.161 No lustfull woman came this plant to grieve,
158.00A.162 But t'was because there was none yet but Eve:
158.00A.163 And she (with other purpose) kill'd it quite;
158.00A.164 Her sinne had now brought in infirmities,
158.00A.165 And so her cradled child, the moist red eyes
158.00A.166 Had never shut, nor sleept since it saw light,
158.00A.167 Poppie she knew, she knew the mandrakes might;
158.00A.168 And tore up both, and so coold her childs blood;
158.00A.169 Unvirtuous weeds might long unvex'd have stood;
158.00A.170 But hee's short liv'd, that with his death can doe most good.
158.00A.171 To an unfetterd soules quick nimble hast
158.00A.172 Are falling stars, and hearts thoughts, but slow pac'd:
158.00A.173 Thinner then burnt aire flies this soule, and she
158.00A.174 Whom foure new comming, and foure parting Suns
158.00A.175 Had found, and left the Mandrakes tenant, runnes
158.00A.176 Thoughtlesse of change, when her firme destiny
158.00A.177 Confin'd, and enjayld her, that seem'd so free,
158.00A.178 Into a small blew shell, the which a poore
158.00A.179 Warme bird orespread, and sat still evermore,
158.00A.180 Till her uncloath'd child kickt, and pick'd it selfe a dore.
158.00A.181 Outcrept a sparrow, this soules moving Inne,
158.00A.182 On whose raw armes stiffe feathers now begin,
158.00A.183 As childrens teeth through gummes, to breake with paine,
158.00A.184 His flesh is jelly yet, and his bones threds,
158.00A.185 All downy a new mantle overspreads,
158.00A.186 A mouth he opes, which would as much containe
158.00A.187 As his late house, and the first houre speaks plaine,
158.00A.188 And chirps alowd for meat. Meat fit for men
158.00A.189 His father steales for him, and so feeds then
158.00A.190 One, that within a moneth, will beate him from his hen.
158.00A.191 In this worlds youth wise nature did make hast,
158.00A.192 Things ripened sooner, and did longer last;
158.00A.193 Already this hot cocke in bush and tree
158.00A.194 In field and tent oreflutters his next hen,
158.00A.195 He asks her not, who did so tast, nor when,
158.00A.196 Nor if his sister, or his neece shee be,
158.00A.197 Nor doth she pule for his inconstancie
158.00A.198 If in her sight he change, nor doth refuse
158.00A.199 The next that calls; both liberty doe use;
158.00A.200 Where store is of both kindes, both kindes may freely chuse.
158.00A.201 Men, till they tooke laws which made freedome lesse,
158.00A.202 Their daughters, and their sisters did ingresse,
158.00A.203 Till now unlawfull, therefore ill; t'was not
158.00A.204 So jolly, that it can move this soule; Is
158.00A.205 The body so free of his kindnesses,
158.00A.206 That selfe preserving it hath now forgot,
158.00A.207 And slackneth so the soules, and bodies knot,
158.00A.208 Which temperance streightens; freely on his she friends
158.00A.209 He blood, and spirit, pith, and marrow spends,
158.00A.210 Ill steward of himself, himselfe in three yeares ends.
158.00A.211 Else might he long have liv'd; man did not know
158.00A.212 Of gummie blood, which doth in holly grow
158.00A.213 How to make bird-lime, nor how to deceive
158.00A.214 With faind calls, his nets, or enwrapping snare
158.00A.215 The free inhabitants of the Plyant aire.
158.00A.216 Man to beget, and woman to conceive
158.00A.217 Askt not of rootes, nor of cock-sparrows, leave:
158.00A.218 Yet chuseth hee, though none of these he feares,
158.00A.219 Pleasantly three, then streightned twenty yeares
158.00A.220 To live, and to encrease, himselfe outweares.
158.00A.221 This cole with overblowing quench'd and dead,
158.00A.222 The Soule from her too active organs fled
158.00A.223 T'a brooke; a female fishes sandie Roe
158.00A.224 With the males jelly, newly lev'ned was,
158.00A.225 For they intertouched as they did passe,
158.00A.226 And one of those small bodies, fitted so,
158.00A.227 This soule inform'd, and abled it to roe
158.00A.228 It selfe with finnie oares, which she did fit,
158.00A.229 Her scales seem'd yet of parchment, and as yet
158.00A.230 Perchance a fish, but by no name you could call it.
158.00A.231 When goodly, like a ship in her full trim,
158.00A.232 A swan, so white that you may unto him
158.00A.233 Compare all whitenesse, but himselfe to none,
158.00A.234 Glided along, and as he glided watch'd,
158.00A.235 And with his arched necke this poore fish catch'd.
158.00A.236 It mov'd with state, as if to looke upon
158.00A.237 Low things it scorn'd, and yet before that one
158.00A.238 Could thinke he sought it, he had swallowed cleare
158.00A.239 This, and much such, and unblam'd devour'd there
158.00A.240 All, but who too swift, too great, or well arm'd were
158.00A.241 Now swome a prison in a prison put,
158.00A.242 And now this Soule in double walls was shut,
158.00A.243 Till melted with the Swans digestive fire,
158.00A.244 She left her house the fish, and vapour'd forth;
158.00A.245 Fate not affording bodies of more worth
158.00A.246 For her as yet, bids her againe retire
158.00A.247 T'another fish, to any new desire
158.00A.248 Made a new prey; For, he that can to none
158.00A.249 Resistance make, nor complaint, sure is gone.
158.00A.250 Weaknesse invites, but silence feasts oppression.
158.00A.251 Pace with the native streame, this fish doth keepe,
158.00A.252 And journeyes with her, towards the glassie deepe,
158.00A.253 But oft retarded, once with a hidden net
158.00A.254 Though with great windowes, for when need first taught
158.00A.255 These tricks to catch food, them they were not wrought
158.00A.256 As now, with curious greedinesse to let
158.00A.257 None scape, but few, and fit for use to get,
158.00A.258 As, in this trap a ravenous pike was tane,
158.00A.259 Who, though himselfe distrest, would faine have slain
158.00A.260 This wretch; So hardly are ill habits left again.
158.00A.261 Here by her smallnesse shee two deaths orepast,
158.00A.262 Once innocence scap'd, and left the oppressor fast;
158.00A.263 The net through-swome, she keepes the liquid path,
158.00A.264 And whether she leape up sometimes to breath
158.00A.265 And suck in aire, or finde it underneath,
158.00A.266 Or working parts like mills, or limbecks hath
158.00A.267 To make the wether thinne, and airelike faith
158.00A.268 Cares not, but safe the Place she's come unto
158.00A.269 Where fresh, with salt waves meet, and what to doe
158.00A.270 She knowes not, but betweene both makes a boord or two
158.00A.271 So farre from hiding her guests, water is
158.00A.272 That she showes them in bigger quantities
158.00A.273 Then they are. Thus doubtfull of her way,
158.00A.274 For game and not for hunger a sea Pie
158.00A.275 Spied through this traiterous spectacle, from high,
158.00A.276 The seely fish where it disputing lay,
158.00A.277 And t'end her doubts and her, beares her away,
158.00A.278 Exalted she'is, but to the exalters good,
158.00A.279 As are by great ones, men which lowly stood.
158.00A.280 It's rais'd, to be the Raisers instrument and food.
158.00A.281 Is any kinde subject to rape like fish?
158.00A.282 Ill unto man, they neither doe, nor wish:
158.00A.283 Fishers they kill not, nor with noise awake,
158.00A.284 They doe not hunt, nor strive to make a prey
158.00A.285 Of beasts, nor their yong sonnes to beare away;
158.00A.286 Foules they pursue not, nor do undertake
158.00A.287 To spoile the nests industruous birds do make;
158.00A.288 Yet them all these unkinde kinds feed upon,
158.00A.289 To kill them is an occupation,
158.00A.290 And lawes make fasts, & lents for their destruction.
158.00A.291 A sudden stiffe land-winde in that self houre
158.00A.292 To sea-ward forc'd this bird, that did devour
158.00A.293 The fish; he cares not, for with ease he flies,
158.00A.294 Fat gluttonies best orator: at last
158.00A.295 So long hee hath flowen, and hath flowen so fast
158.00A.296 That leagues o'er-past at sea, now tir'd hee lyes,
158.00A.297 And with his prey, that till then languisht, dies,
158.00A.298 The soules no longer foes, two wayes did erre,
158.00A.299 The fish I follow, and keepe no calender
158.00A.300 Of the other; he lives yet in some great officer.
158.00A.301 Into an embrion fish, our Soule is throwne
158.00A.302 And in due time throwne out againe, and growne
158.00A.303 To such vastnesse, as if unmanacled
158.00A.304 From Greece, Morea were, and that by some
158.00A.305 Earthquake unrooted, loose Morea swome,
158.00A.306 Or seas from Africks body had severed
158.00A.307 And torne the hopefull Promontories head,
158.00A.308 This fish would seeme these, and, when all hopes faile,
158.00A.309 A great ship overset, or without saile
158.00A.310 Hulling, might (when this was a whelp) be like this whale.
158.00A.311 At every stroake his brazen finnes do take
158.00A.312 More circles in the broken sea they make
158.00A.313 Then cannons voices, when the aire they teare:
158.00A.314 His ribs are pillars, and his high arch'd roofe
158.00A.315 Of barke that blunts best steele, is thunder-proofe,
158.00A.316 Swimme in him swallowed Dolphins, without feare,
158.00A.317 And feele no sides, as if his vast wombe were
158.00A.318 Some Inland sea, and ever as hee went
158.00A.319 Hee spouted rivers up, as if he ment
158.00A.320 To joyne our seas, with seas above the firmament.
158.00A.321 He hunts not fish, but as an officer,
158.00A.322 Stayes in his court, at his owne net, and there
158.00A.323 All suitors of all sorts themselves enthrall;
158.00A.324 So on his backe lyes this whale wantoning,
158.00A.325 And in his gulfe-like throat, sucks every thing
158.00A.326 That passeth neare. Fish chaseth fish, and all,
158.00A.327 Flyer and follower, in this whirlepoole fall;
158.00A.328 O might not states of more equality
158.00A.329 Consist? and is it of necessity
158.00A.330 That thousand guiltlesse smals, to make one great, must die?
158.00A.331 Now drinkes he up seas, and he eates up flocks,
158.00A.332 He justles Ilands, and he shakes firme rockes.
158.00A.333 Now in a roomefull house this Soule doth float,
158.00A.334 And like a Prince she sends her faculties
158.00A.335 To all her limbes, distant as Provinces.
158.00A.336 The Sunne hath twenty times both crab and goate
158.00A.337 Parched, since first lanch'd forth this living boate.
158.00A.338 'Tis greatest now, and to destruction
158.00A.339 Nearest; There's no pause at perfection.
158.00A.340 Greatnesse a period hath, but hath no station.
158.00A.341 Two little fishes whom hee never harm'd,
158.00A.342 Nor fed on their kinde, two not throughly arm'd
158.00A.343 With hope that they could kill him, nor could doe
158.00A.344 Good to themselves by his death: they did not eate
158.00A.345 His flesh, nor suck those oyles, which thence outstreat,
158.00A.346 Conspir'd against him, and it might undoe
158.00A.347 The plot of all, that the plotters were two,
158.00A.348 But that they fishes were, and could not speake.
158.00A.349 How shall a Tyran wise strong projects breake,
158.00A.350 If wreches can on them the common anger wreake?
158.00A.351 The flaile-find Thresher, and steel-beak'd Sword-fish
158.00A.352 Onely attempt to doe, what all doe wish.
158.00A.353 The Thresher backs him, and to beate begins;
158.00A.354 The sluggard Whale yeelds to oppression,
158.00A.355 And t'hide himselfe from shame and danger, downe
158.00A.356 Begins to sinke; the Swordfish upward spins,
158.00A.357 And gores him with his beake; his staffe-like finnes,
158.00A.358 So were the one, his sword the other plyes,
158.00A.359 That now a scoffe, and prey, this tyran dyes,
158.00A.360 And (his owne dole) feeds with himselfe all companies.
158.00A.361 Who will revenge his death? or who will call
158.00A.362 Those to account, that thought, and wrought his fall?
158.00A.363 The heires of slaine kings, wee see are often so
158.00A.364 Transported with the joy of what they get,
158.00A.365 That they revenge, and obsequies forget,
158.00A.366 Nor will against such men the people goe,
158.00A.367 Because h'is now dead, to whom they should show
158.00A.368 Love in that act. Some kings by vice being growne
158.00A.369 So needy of subjects love, that of their own
158.00A.370 They thinke they lose, if love be to the dead Prince shown.
158.00A.371 This Soule, now free from prison, and passion,
158.00A.372 Hath yet a little indignation
158.00A.373 That so small hammers should so soone downe beat
158.00A.374 So great a castle. And having for her house
158.00A.375 Got the streight cloyster of a wreched mouse
158.00A.376 (As basest men that have not what to eate,
158.00A.377 Nor enjoy ought, doe farre more hate the great
158.00A.378 Then they, who good repos'd estates possesse)
158.00A.379 This Soule, late taught that great things might by lesse
158.00A.380 Be slain, to gallant mischiefe doth herselfe addresse.
158.00A.381 Natures great master-peece, an Elephant,
158.00A.382 The onely harmlesse great thing; the giant
158.00A.383 Of beasts; who thought, no more had gone, to make one wise
158.00A.384 But to be just, and thankfull, loth to offend,
158.00A.385 (Yet nature hath given him no knees to bend)
158.00A.386 Himselfe he up-props, on himselfe relies
158.00A.387 And foe to none, suspects no enemies,
158.00A.388 Still sleeping stood; vex't not his fantasie
158.00A.389 Blacke dreames, like an unbent bow, carelesly
158.00A.390 His sinewy Proboscis did remisly lie.
158.00A.391 In which as in a gallery this mouse
158.00A.392 Walk'd, and surveid the roomes of this vast house,
158.00A.393 And to the braine, the soules bedchamber, went,
158.00A.394 And gnaw'd the life cords there; Like a whole towne
158.00A.395 Cleane undermin'd, the slaine beast tumbled downe,
158.00A.396 With him the murtherer dies whom envy sent
158.00A.397 To kill, not scape, for, only hee that ment
158.00A.398 To die, did ever kill a man of better roome,
158.00A.399 And thus he made his foe, his prey, and tombe:
158.00A.400 Who cares not to turn back, may any whither come.
158.00A.401 Next, hous'd this Soule a Wolves yet unborne whelp,
158.00A.402 Till the best midwife, Nature, gave it helpe,
158.00A.403 To issue. It could kill, as soone as goe,
158.00A.404 Abel, as white, and milde as his sheepe were,
158.00A.405 (Who in that trade of Church, and kingdomes, there
158.00A.406 Was the first type) was still infested soe,
158.00A.407 With this wolfe, that it bred his losse and woe;
158.00A.408 And yet his bitch, his sentinell attends
158.00A.409 The flocke so neere, so well warnes and defends,
158.00A.410 That the wolfe, (hopelesse else) to corrupt her, intends.
158.00A.411 Hee tooke a course, which since, succesfully,
158.00A.412 Great men have often taken, to espie
158.00A.413 The counsels, or to breake the plots of foes,
158.00A.414 To Abels tent he stealeth in the darke,
158.00A.415 On whose skirts the bitch slept; ere she could barke,
158.00A.416 Attach'd her with streight gripes, yet hee call'd those,
158.00A.417 Embracements of love; to loves worke he goes,
158.00A.418 Where deeds move more then words; nor doth she show,
158.00A.419 Nor much resist, nor needs hee streighten so
158.00A.420 His prey, for, were shee loose, she would not barke, nor goe.
158.00A.421 Hee hath engag'd her; his, she wholy bides;
158.00A.422 Who not her owne, none others secrets hides,
158.00A.423 If to the flocke he come, and Abell there,
158.00A.424 She faines hoarse barkings, but she biteth not,
158.00A.425 Her faith is quite, but not her love forgot.
158.00A.426 At last a trap, of which some every where
158.00A.427 Abell had plac'd, ends all his losse, and feare,
158.00A.428 By the Wolves death; and now just time it was
158.00A.429 That a quicke soule should give life to that masse
158.00A.430 Of blood in Abels bitch, and thither this did passe.
158.00A.431 Some have their wives, their sisters some begot,
158.00A.432 But in the lives of Emperours you shall not
158.00A.433 Reade of a lust the which may equall this;
158.00A.434 This wolfe begot himselfe, and finished
158.00A.435 What he began alive, when hee was dead,
158.00A.436 Sonne to himselfe, and father too, hee is
158.00A.437 A ridling lust, for which Schoolemen would misse
158.00A.438 A proper name. The whelpe of both these lay
158.00A.439 In Abels tent, and with soft Moaba,
158.00A.440 His sister, being yong, it us'd to sport and play.
158.00A.441 Hee soone for her too harsh, and churlish grew,
158.00A.442 And Abell (the dam dead) would use this new
158.00A.443 For the field, being of two kindes made,
158.00A.444 He, as his dam, from sheepe drove wolves away,
158.00A.445 And as his Sire, he made them his owne prey.
158.00A.446 Five yeares he liv'd, and cosened with his trade,
158.00A.447 Then hopelesse that his faults were hid, betraid
158.00A.448 Himselfe by flight, and by all followed,
158.00A.449 From dogges, a wolfe; from wolves, a dogge he fled;
158.00A.450 And, like a spie to both sides false, he perished.
158.00A.451 It quickned next a toyfull Ape, and so
158.00A.452 Gamesome it was, that it might freely goe
158.00A.453 From tent to tent, and with the children play,
158.00A.454 His organs now so like theirs hee doth finde,
158.00A.455 That why he cannot laugh, and speake his minde,
158.00A.456 He wonders. Much with all, most he doth stay
158.00A.457 With Adams fift daugher Siphatecia,
158.00A.458 Doth gaze on her, and, where she passeth, passe,
158.00A.459 Gathers her fruits, and tumbles on the grasse,
158.00A.460 And wisest of that kinde, the first true lover was.
158.00A.461 He was the first that more desir'd to have
158.00A.462 One then another; first that ere did crave
158.00A.463 Love by mute signes, and had no power to speake;
158.00A.464 First that could make love faces, or could doe
158.00A.465 The valters sombersalts, or us'd to wooe
158.00A.466 With hoiting gambolls, his owne bones to breake
158.00A.467 To make his mistresse merry; or to wreake
158.00A.468 Her anger on himselfe. Sinnes against kinde
158.00A.469 They easily doe, that can let feed their minde
158.00A.470 With outward beauty, beauty they in boyes and beasts do find.
158.00A.471 By this misled, too low things men have prov'd,
158.00A.472 And too high, beasts and angels have beene lov'd;
158.00A.473 This Ape, though else through-vaine, in this was wise,
158.00A.474 He reach'd at things too high, but open way
158.00A.475 There was, and he knew not she would say nay;
158.00A.476 His toyes prevaile not, likelier meanes he tries,
158.00A.477 He gazeth on her face with teare-shot eyes,
158.00A.478 And up lifts subtly with his russet pawe
158.00A.479 Her kidskinne apron without feare or awe
158.00A.480 Of nature; nature hath no gaole, though shee hath law.
158.00A.481 First she was silly and knew not what he ment,
158.00A.482 That vertue, by his touches, chaft and spent,
158.00A.483 Succeeds an itchie warmth, that melts her quite,
158.00A.484 She knew not first, now cares not what he doth,
158.00A.485 And willing halfe and more, more then halfe Tooth
158.00A.486 She neither puls nor pushes, but outright
158.00A.487 Now cries, and now repents; when Tethelemite
158.00A.488 Her brother, entred, and a great stone threw
158.00A.489 After the Ape, who, thus prevented, flew,
158.00A.490 This house thus batter'd downe, the Soule possest a new.
158.00A.491 And whether by this change she lose or win,
158.00A.492 She comes out next, where the Ape would have gone in,
158.00A.493 Adam and Eve had mingled bloods, and now
158.00A.494 Like Chimiques equall fires, her temperate wombe
158.00A.495 Had stew'd and form'd it: and part did become
158.00A.496 A spungie liver, that did richly allow,
158.00A.497 Like a free conduit, on a high hils brow,
158.00A.498 Life keeping moisture unto every part,
158.00A.499 Part hardned it selfe to a thicker heart,
158.00A.500 Whose busie furnaces lifes spirits do impart.
158.00A.501 Another part became the well of sense,
158.00A.502 The tender well arm'd feeling braine, from whence,
158.00A.503 Those sinowie strings which do our bodies tie,
158.00A.504 Are raveld out, and fast there by one end,
158.00A.505 Did this Soule limbes, these limbes a soule attend,
158.00A.506 And now they joyn'd: keeping some quality
158.00A.507 Of every past shape, she knew treachery,
158.00A.508 Rapine, deceit, and lust, and ills enow
158.00A.509 To be a woman. Themech she is now,
158.00A.510 Sister and wife to Caine, Caine that first did plow.
158.00A.511 Who ere thou beest that read'st this sullen Writ,
158.00A.512 Which just so much courts thee, as thou dost it,
158.00A.513 Let me arrest thy thoughts, wonder with mee,
158.00A.514 Why plowing, building, ruling and the rest,
158.00A.515 Or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest,
158.00A.516 By cursed Cains race invented be,
158.00A.517 And blest Seth vext us with Astronomie,
158.00A.518 Ther's nothing simply good, nor ill alone,
158.00A.519 Of every quality comparison,
158.00A.520 The onely measure is, and judge, opinion.
158.00A.HE1 INFINITATI SACRUM,
158.00A.HE2 16. Augusti 1601.
158.00A.HE4 Poema Satyricon:
158.00A.001 Others at the Porches and entries of their Buildings set their
158.00A.002 Armes; I, my picture; if any colours can deliver a minde so plaine, and
158.00A.003 flat, and through light as mine. Naturally at a new Author, I doubt,
158.00A.004 and sticke, and doe not say quickly, good. I censure much and taxe;
158.00A.005 And this liberty costs mee more then others, by how much my owne things
158.00A.006 are worse then others. Yet I would not be so rebellious against my
158.00A.007 selfe, as not to doe it, since I love it; nor so unjust to others, to
158.00A.008 do it sine talione. As long as I give them as good hold upon mee,
158.00A.009 they must pardon mee my bitings. I forbid no reprehender, but him
158.00A.010 that like the Trent Councell forbids not bookes, but Authors,
158.00A.011 damning what ever such a name hath or shall write. None
158.00A.012 writes so ill, that he gives not some thing exemplary, to follow,
158.00A.013 or flie. Now when I beginne this booke, I have no purpose to come into
158.00A.014 any mans debt, how my stocke will hold out I know not; perchance
158.00A.015 waste, perchance increase in use; if I doe borrow any thing of
158.00A.016 Antiquitie, besides that I make account that I pay it to posterity,
158.00A.017 with as much and as good: You shall still finde mee to acknowledge it,
158.00A.018 and to thanke not him onely that hath digg'd out treasure for mee, but
158.00A.019 that hath lighted mee a candle to the place. All which I will bid
158.00A.020 you remember, (for I will have no such Readers as I can
158.00A.021 teach) is, that the Pithagorian doctrine doth not onely carry
158.00A.022 one soule from man to man, nor man to beast, but indifferently
158.00A.023 to plants also: and therefore you must not grudge to finde the same
158.00A.024 soule in an Emperour, in a Post-horse, and in a Mucheron, since
158.00A.025 no unreadinesse in the soule, but an indisposition in the organs workes this. And
158.00A.026 therefore though this soule could not move when it was a Melon, yet
158.00A.027 it may remember, and now tell mee, at what lascivious banquet it
158.00A.028 was serv'd. And though it could not speake, when it was a spider,
158.00A.029 yet it can remember, and now tell me, who used it for poyson to
158.00A.030 attaine dignitie. How ever the bodies have dull'd her other faculties,
158.00A.031 her memory hath ever been her owne, which makes me so seriously
158.00A.032 deliver you by her relation all her passages from her first making when
158.00A.033 shee was that aple which Eve eate, to this time when shee is hee, whose life
158.00A.034 you shall finde in the end of this booke.
159.52a.HE1 To the Lady Magdalen Herbert, of St. Mary Magdalen.
159.52a.001 Her of your name, whose fair inheritance
159.52a.002 Bethina was, and jointure Magdalo:
159.52a.003 An active faith so highly did advance,
159.52a.004 That she once knew, more than the Church did know
159.52a.005 The Resurrection; so much good there is
159.52a.006 Deliver'd of her, that some Fathers be
159.52a.007 Loth to believe one Woman could do this;
159.52a.008 But, think these Magdalens were two or three.
159.52a.009 Increase their number, Lady, and their fame:
159.52a.010 To their Devotion, add your Innocence;
159.52a.011 Take so much of th'example, as of the name;
159.52a.012 The latter half; and in some recompence
159.52a.013 That they did harbour Christ himself, a Guest,
159.52a.014 Harbour these Hymns, to his dear name addrest.
159.52a.0SS J. D.
160.00A.0HE HOLY SONNETS.
160.00A.HE1 La Corona.
160.00A.001 Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,
160.00A.002 Weav'd in my low devout melancholie,
160.00A.003 Thou which of good, hast, yea art treasury,
160.00A.004 All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes,
160.00A.005 But doe not, with a vile crowne of fraile bayes,
160.00A.006 Reward my muses white sincerity,
160.00A.007 But what thy thorny crowne gain'd, that give mee,
160.00A.008 A crowne of Glory, which doth flower alwayes;
160.00A.009 The ends crowne our workes, but thou crown'st our ends,
160.00A.010 For, at our end begins our endlesse rest,
160.00A.011 The first last end, now zealously possest,
160.00A.012 With a strong sober thirst, my soule attends.
160.00A.013 'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high,
160.00A.014 Salvation to all that will is nigh,
160.00A.015 2 Salvation to all that will is nigh,
160.00A.016 That All, which alwayes is All every where,
160.00A.017 Which cannot sinne, and yet all sinnes must beare,
160.00A.018 Which cannot die, yet cannot chuse but die,
160.00A.019 Loe, faithfull Virgin, yeelds himselfe to lye
160.00A.020 In prison, in thy wombe; and though he there
160.00A.021 Can take no sinne, nor thou give, yet he'will weare
160.00A.022 Taken from thence, flesh, which deaths force may trie.
160.00A.023 Ere by the spheares time was created, thou
160.00A.024 Wast in his minde, who is thy Sonne, and Brother,
160.00A.025 Whom thou conceiv'st, conceiv'd; yea thou art now
160.00A.026 Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother,
160.00A.027 Thou'hast light in darke; and shutst in little roome,
160.00A.028 Immensity cloysterd in thy deare wombe.
160.00A.029 3 Immensitie cloysterd in thy deare wombe,
160.00A.030 Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonment,
160.00A.031 There he hath made himselfe to his intent
160.00A.032 Weake enough, now into our world to come;
160.00A.033 But Oh, for thee, for him, hath th'Inne no roome?
160.00A.034 Yet lay him in this stall, and from the Orient,
160.00A.035 Starres, and wisemen will travell to prevent
160.00A.036 Th'effects of Herods jealous generall doome;
160.00A.037 Seest thou, my Soule, with thy faiths eyes, how he
160.00A.038 Which fils all place, yet none holds him, doth lye?
160.00A.039 Was not his pity towards thee wondrous high,
160.00A.040 That would have need to be pittied by thee?
160.00A.041 Kisse him, and with him into Egypt goe,
160.00A.042 With his kinde mother, who partakes thy woe.
160.00A.043 4 With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe,
160.00A.044 Ioseph turne backe; see where your child doth sit,
160.00A.045 Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit,
160.00A.046 Which himselfe on the Doctors did bestow;
160.00A.047 The Word but lately could not speake, and loe
160.00A.048 It sodenly speakes wonders, whence comes it,
160.00A.049 That all which was, and all which should be writ,
160.00A.050 A shallow seeming child, should deeply know?
160.00A.051 His Godhead was not soule to his manhood,
160.00A.052 Nor had time mellowed him to this ripenesse,
160.00A.053 But as for one which hath a long taske, 'Tis good,
160.00A.054 With the Sunne to beginne his businesse,
160.00A.055 He in his ages morning thus began
160.00A.056 By miracles exceeding power of man.
160.00A.057 5 By miracles exceeding power of man,
160.00A.058 Hee faith in some, envie in some begat,
160.00A.059 For, what weake spirits admire, ambitious, hate;
160.00A.060 In both affections many to him ran,
160.00A.061 But Oh! the worst are most, they will and can,
160.00A.062 Alas, and do, unto the immaculate,
160.00A.063 Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate,
160.00A.064 Measuring selfe-lifes infinity to span,
160.00A.065 Nay to an inch, loe, where condemned hee
160.00A.066 Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by
160.00A.067 When it beares him, he must beare more and die;
160.00A.068 Now thou art lifted up, draw mee to thee,
160.00A.069 And at thy death giving such liberall dole,
160.00A.070 Moyst, with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule.
160.00A.071 6 Moyst with one drop of thy blood, my dry soule,
160.00A.072 Shall (though she now be in extreme degree
160.00A.073 Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) bee
160.00A.074 Freed by that drop, from being starv'd, hard, or foule,
160.00A.075 And life, by this death abled, shall controule
160.00A.076 Death, whom thy death slue; nor shall to mee
160.00A.077 Feare of first or last death, bring miserie,
160.00A.078 If in thy little booke my name thou enroule,
160.00A.079 Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,
160.00A.080 But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas;
160.00A.081 Nor can by other meanes be glorified.
160.00A.082 May then sinnes sleep, and death soone from me passe,
160.00A.083 That wak't from both, I againe risen may
160.00A.084 Salute the last, and everlasting day.
160.00A.085 7 Salute the last and everlasting day,
160.00A.086 Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne,
160.00A.087 Yee whose just teares, or tribulation
160.00A.088 Have purely washt, or burnt your drossie clay;
160.00A.089 Behold the Highest, parting hence away,
160.00A.090 Lightens the darke clouds, which hee treads upon,
160.00A.091 Nor doth hee by ascending, show alone,
160.00A.092 But first hee, and hee first enters the way,
160.00A.093 O strong Ramme, which hast batter'd heaven for mee,
160.00A.094 Mild lambe which with thy blood, hast mark'd the path;
160.00A.095 Bright torch, which shin'st, that I the way may see,
160.00A.096 Oh, with thy owne blood quench thy owne just wrath,
160.00A.097 And if thy holy Spirit, my Muse did raise,
160.00A.098 Deigne at my hands this crowne of prayer and praise.
161.00A.0HE To E. of D. with six holy Sonnets.
161.00A.001 See Sir, how as the Suns hot Masculine flame
161.00A.002 Begets strange creatures on Niles durty slime,
161.00A.003 In me, your fatherly yet lusty Ryme
161.00A.004 (For, these songs are their fruits) have wrought the same;
161.00A.005 But though the ingendring force from whence they came
161.00A.006 Bee strong enough, and nature doe admit
161.00A.007 Seaven to be borne at once, I send as yet
161.00A.008 But six, they say, the seaventh hath still some maime;
161.00A.009 I choose your judgement, which the same degree
161.00A.010 Doth with her sister, your invention, hold,
161.00A.011 As fire these drossie Rymes to purifie,
161.00A.012 Or as Elixar, to change them to gold;
161.00A.013 You are that Alchimist which alwaies had
161.00A.014 Wit, whose one spark could make good things of bad.
162.00A.0HE Holy Sonnets.
162.00A.001 As due by many titles I resigne
162.00A.002 My selfe to thee, O God, first I was made
162.00A.003 By thee, and for thee, and when I was decay'd
162.00A.004 Thy blood bought that, the which before was thine,
162.00A.005 I am thy sonne, made with thy selfe to shine,
162.00A.006 Thy servant, whose paines thou hast still repaid,
162.00A.007 Thy sheepe, thine Image, and till I betray'd
162.00A.008 My selfe, a temple of thy Spirit divine;
162.00A.009 Why doth the devill then usurpe on mee?
162.00A.010 Why doth he steale nay ravish that's thy right?
162.00A.011 Except thou rise and for thine owne worke fight,
162.00A.012 Oh I shall soone despaire, when I doe see
162.00A.013 That thou lov'st mankind well, yet wilt'not chuse me.
162.00A.014 And Satan hates mee, yet is loth to lose mee.
163.00A.001 Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned
163.00A.002 By sicknesse, deaths herald, and champion;
163.00A.003 Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done
163.00A.004 Treason, and durst not turne to whence hee is fled,
163.00A.005 Or like a thiefe, which till deaths doome be read,
163.00A.006 Wisheth himselfe delivered from prison;
163.00A.007 But damn'd and hal'd to execution,
163.00A.008 Wisheth that still he might be imprisoned;
163.00A.009 Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lacke;
163.00A.010 But who shall give thee that grace to beginne?
163.00A.011 Oh make thy selfe with holy mourning blacke,
163.00A.012 And red with blushing, as thou art with sinne;
163.00A.013 Or wash thee in Christs blood, which hath this might
163.00A.014 That being red, it dyes red soules to white.
164.00A.001 This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
164.00A.002 My pilgrimages last mile; and my race
164.00A.003 Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace,
164.00A.004 My spans last inch, my minutes latest point,
164.00A.005 And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoynt
164.00A.006 My body, and my soule, and I shall sleepe a space,
164.00A.007 But my'ever-waking part shall see that face,
164.00A.008 Whose feare already shakes my every joynt:
164.00A.009 Then, as my soule, to'heaven her first seate, takes flight,
164.00A.010 And earth borne body, in the earth shall dwell,
164.00A.011 So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right,
164.00A.012 To where they'are bred, and would presse me, to hell.
164.00A.013 Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evill,
164.00A.014 For thus I leave the world, the flesh the devill.
165.00A.001 At the round earths imagin'd corners, blow
165.00A.002 Your trumpets, Angells, and arise, arise
165.00A.003 From death, you numberlesse infinities
165.00A.004 Of soules, and to your scattred bodies goe,
165.00A.005 All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
165.00A.006 All whom warre, death, age, agues, tyrannies,
165.00A.007 Despaire, law, chance, hath slaine, and you whose eyes,
165.00A.008 Shall behold God, and never tast deaths woe,
165.00A.009 But let them sleepe, Lord, and mee mourne a space,
165.00A.010 For, if above all these, my sinnes abound,
165.00A.011 'Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace,
165.00A.012 When wee are there; here on this lowly ground,
165.00A.013 Teach mee how to repent; for that's as good
165.00A.014 As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon, with thy blood.
166.00A.001 If poysonous mineralls, and if that tree,
166.00A.002 Whose fruit threw death on else immortall us,
166.00A.003 If lecherous goats, if serpents envious
166.00A.004 Cannot be damn'd; Alas; why should I bee?
166.00A.005 Why should intent or reason, borne in mee,
166.00A.006 Make sinnes, else equall, in mee, more heinous?
166.00A.007 And mercy being easie, and glorious
166.00A.008 To God, in his sterne wrath, why threatens hee?
166.00A.009 But who am I, that dare dispute with thee?
166.00A.010 O God, Oh! of thine onely worthy blood,
166.00A.011 And my teares, make a heavenly Lethean flood,
166.00A.012 And drowne in it my sinnes blacke memorie,
166.00A.013 That thou remember them, some claime as debt,
166.00A.014 I thinke it mercy, if thou wilt forget,
167.00A.001 Death be not proud, though some have called thee
167.00A.002 Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
167.00A.003 For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
167.00A.004 Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;
167.00A.005 From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
167.00A.006 Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
167.00A.007 And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
167.00A.008 Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie
167.00A.009 Thou art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
167.00A.010 And doth with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell.
167.00A.011 And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
167.00A.012 And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
167.00A.013 One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
167.00A.014 And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die.
168.00A.001 Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side,
168.00A.002 Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie mee,
168.00A.003 For I have sinn'd, and sinn'd, and onely hee,
168.00A.004 Who could do no iniquitie, hath dyed:
168.00A.005 But by my death can not be satisfied
168.00A.006 My sinnes, which passe the Jewes impiety:
168.00A.007 They kill'd once an inglorious man, but I
168.00A.008 Crucifie him daily, being now glorified;
168.00A.009 Oh let mee then, his strange love still admire:
168.00A.010 Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.
168.00A.011 And Iacob came cloth'd in vile harsh attire
168.00A.012 But to supplant, and with gainfull intent
168.00A.013 God cloth'd himselfe in vile mans flesh, that so
168.00A.014 Hee might be weake enough to suffer woe.
169.00A.0HE V I I I.
169.00A.001 Why are wee by all creatures waited on?
169.00A.002 Why doe the prodigall elements supply
169.00A.003 Life and food to mee, being more pure then I,
169.00A.004 Simple, and further from corruption?
169.00A.005 Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?
169.00A.006 Why dost thou bull, and bore so seelily
169.00A.007 Dissemble weaknesse, and by'one mans stroke die,
169.00A.008 Whose whole kinde, you might swallow & feed upon?
169.00A.009 Weaker I am, woe is mee, and worse then you,
169.00A.010 You have not sinn'd, nor need be timorous,
169.00A.011 But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us
169.00A.012 Created nature doth these things subdue,
169.00A.013 But their Creator, whom sin, nor nature tyed,
169.00A.014 For us, his Creatures, and his foes, hath dyed.
170.00A.0HE I X.
170.00A.001 What if this present were the worlds last night?
170.00A.002 Marke in my heart, O Soule, where thou dost dwell,
170.00A.003 The picture of Christ crucified, and tell
170.00A.004 Whether his countenance can thee affright,
170.00A.005 Teares in his eyes quench the amasing light,
170.00A.006 Blood fills his frownes, which from his pierc'd head fell
170.00A.007 And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,
170.00A.008 Which pray'd forgivenesse for his foes fierce spight?
170.00A.009 No, no; but as in my idolatrie
170.00A.010 I said to all my profane mistresses,
170.00A.011 Beauty, of pitty, foulnesse onely is
170.00A.012 A signe of rigour: so I say to thee,
170.00A.013 To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign'd,
170.00A.014 This beauteous forme assumes a pitious minde.
171.00A.001 Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
171.00A.002 As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
171.00A.003 That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend
171.00A.004 Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
171.00A.005 I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due,
171.00A.006 Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
171.00A.007 Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
171.00A.008 But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue,
171.00A.009 Yet dearely'I love you',and would be lov'd faine,
171.00A.010 But am betroth'd unto your enemie,
171.00A.011 Divorce mee,'untie, or breake that knot againe,
171.00A.012 Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
171.00A.013 Except you'enthrall mee, never shall be free,
171.00A.014 Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.
172.00A.001 Wilt thou love God, as he thee! then digest,
172.00A.002 My Soule, this wholsome meditation,
172.00A.003 How God the Spirit, by Angels waited on
172.00A.004 In heaven, doth make his Temple in thy brest,
172.00A.005 The Father having begot a Sonne most blest,
172.00A.006 And still begetting, (for he ne'r begonne)
172.00A.007 Hath deign'd to chuse thee by adoption,
172.00A.008 Coheire to'his glory,'and Sabbaths endlesse rest;
172.00A.009 And as a robb'd man, which by search doth finde
172.00A.010 His stolne stuffe sold, must lose or buy'it againe:
172.00A.011 The Sonne of glory came downe, and was slaine,
172.00A.012 Us whom he'had made, and Satan stolne, to unbinde.
172.00A.013 'Twas much, that man was made like God before,
172.00A.014 But, that God should be made like man, much more.
173.00A.0HE X I I.
173.00A.001 Father, part of his double interest
173.00A.002 Unto thy kingdome, thy Sonne gives to mee,
173.00A.003 His joynture in the knottie Trinitie,
173.00A.004 Hee keepes, and gives to me his deaths conquest.
173.00A.005 This Lambe, whose death, with life the world hath blest,
173.00A.006 Was from the worlds beginning slaine, and he
173.00A.007 Hath made two Wills, which with the Legacie
173.00A.008 Of his and thy kingdome, doe thy Sonnes invest,
173.00A.009 Yet such are these laws, that men argue yet
173.00A.010 Whether a man those statutes can fulfill;
173.00A.011 None doth, but thy all-healing grace and Spirit,
173.00A.012 Revive againe what law and letter kill,
173.00A.013 Thy lawes abridgement, and thy last command
173.00A.014 Is all but love; Oh let this last Will stand!
174.00B.0HE Holy Sonnets.
174.00B.001 Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay,
174.00B.002 Repaire me now, for now mine end doth haste,
174.00B.003 I runne to death, and death meets me as fast,
174.00B.004 And all my pleasures are like yesterday,
174.00B.005 I dare not move my dimme eyes any way,
174.00B.006 Despaire behind, and death before doth cast
174.00B.007 Such terrour, and my feeble flesh doth waste
174.00B.008 By sinne in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh;
174.00B.009 Onely thou art above, and when towards thee
174.00B.010 By thy leave I can looke, I rise againe;
174.00B.011 But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,
174.00B.012 That not one houre my selfe I can sustaine,
174.00B.013 Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art
174.00B.014 And thou like Adamant draw mine iron heart.
175.00B.001 I am a little world made cunningly
175.00B.002 Of Elements, and an Angelike spright,
175.00B.003 But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night
175.00B.004 My worlds both parts, and (oh) both parts must die.
175.00B.005 You which beyond that heaven which was most high
175.00B.006 Have found new sphears, and of new land can write,
175.00B.007 Powre new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
175.00B.008 Drowne my world with my weeping earnestly,
175.00B.009 Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more:
175.00B.010 But oh it must be burnt, alas the fire
175.00B.011 Of lust and envie burnt it heretofore,
175.00B.012 And made it fouler, Let their flames retire,
175.00B.013 And burne me o Lord, with a fiery zeale
175.00B.014 Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heale.
176.00B.0HE I I I.
176.00B.001 O might those sighes and teares returne againe
176.00B.002 Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent,
176.00B.003 That I might in this holy discontent
176.00B.004 Mourne with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vaine;
176.00B.005 In mine Idolatry what showres of raine
176.00B.006 Mine eyes did waste? what griefs my heart did rent?
176.00B.007 That sufferance was my sinne I now repent,
176.00B.008 'Cause I did suffer I must suffer paine.
176.00B.009 Th'hydroptique drunkard, & night-scouting thiefe,
176.00B.010 The itchy Lecher, and selfe tickling proud
176.00B.011 Have the remembrance of past joyes, for reliefe
176.00B.012 Of comming ills. To (poore) me is allow'd
176.00B.013 No ease; for, long, yet vehement griefe hath beene
176.00B.014 Th'effect and cause, the punishment and sinne.
177.00B.001 If faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd
177.00B.002 As Angels, then my fathers soule doth see,
177.00B.003 And adds this even to full felicitie,
177.00B.004 That valiantly I hels wide mouth o'rstride:
177.00B.005 But if our mindes to these soules be descry'd
177.00B.006 By circumstances, and by signes that be
177.00B.007 Apparent in us not immediately,
177.00B.008 How shall my mindes white truth by them be try'd?
177.00B.009 They see idolatrous lovers weepe and mourne,
177.00B.010 And stile blasphemous Conjurers to call
177.00B.011 On Iesus name, and Pharisaicall
177.00B.012 Dissemblers feigne devotion. Then turne
177.00B.013 O pensive soule, to God, for he knowes best
177.00B.014 Thy griefe, for he put it into my breast.
178.NY3.001 Since She whome I lovd, hath payd her last debt
178.NY3.002 To Nature, and to hers, & my good is dead
178.NY3.003 And her Soule early into heauen rauished,
178.NY3.004 Wholy in heauenly things my Mind is sett.
178.NY3.005 Here the admyring her my Mind did whett
178.NY3.006 To seeke thee God; so streames do shew the head,
178.NY3.007 But though I haue found thee,'& thou my thirst hast fed,
178.NY3.008 A holy thirsty dropsy melts mee yett.
178.NY3.009 But why should I begg more Love, when as thou
178.NY3.010 Dost woe my Soule for hers; offring all thine:
178.NY3.011 And dost not only feare least I allow
178.NY3.012 My Love to Saints and Angels things diuine
178.NY3.013 But in thy tender iealosy dost doubt
178.NY3.014 Least the World, fleshe, yea Deuill putt thee out.
179.NY3.001 Show me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright & cleare.
179.NY3.002 What is it She, which on the other Shore
179.NY3.003 Goes richly painted? Or which rob'd & tore
179.NY3.004 Laments & mournes in Germany & here?
179.NY3.005 Sleepes She a thousand, then peepes vp one yeare?
179.NY3.006 Is She selfe truth & errs? now new, now' outwore?
179.NY3.007 Doth She,' and did She, & shall She evermore
179.NY3.008 On one, on Seauen, or on no hill appeare?
179.NY3.009 Dwells She with vs, or like adventuring knights
179.NY3.010 first trauaile we to seeke & then make Love?
179.NY3.011 Betray kind husband thy Spouse to our Sights,
179.NY3.012 And let myne amorous Soule court thy mild Dove
179.NY3.013 Who is most trew, & pleasing to thee, then
179.NY3.014 When She' is embrac'd & open to most Men.
180.NY3.001 Oh, to vex me, contraryes meete in one:
180.NY3.002 Inconstancy vnnaturally hath begott
180.NY3.003 A constant habit; that when I would not
180.NY3.004 I change in vowes, & in devotione.
180.NY3.005 As humorous is my contritione
180.NY3.006 As my prophane love, & as soone forgott:
180.NY3.007 As ridlingly distemperd, cold & hott,
180.NY3.008 As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
180.NY3.009 I durst not view heauen yesterday; & to day
180.NY3.010 In prayers, & flattering Speaches I court God:
180.NY3.011 To morrow I quake with true feare of his rod.
180.NY3.012 So my deuout fitts come and go away
180.NY3.013 Like a fantastique Ague: Save that here
180.NY3.014 Those are my best dayes, when I shake with feare.
181.00A.HE1 The Crosse.
181.00A.001 Since Christ embrac'd the Crosse it selfe, dare I
181.00A.002 His image, th'image of his Crosse deny?
181.00A.003 Would I have profit by the sacrifice,
181.00A.004 And dare the chosen Altar to despise?
181.00A.005 It bore all other sinnes, but is it fit
181.00A.006 That it should beare the sinne of scorning it?
181.00A.007 Who from the picture would avert his eye,
181.00A.008 How would he flye his paines, who there did dye?
181.00A.009 From mee, no Pulpit, nor misgrounded law,
181.00A.010 Nor scandall taken, shall this Crosse withdraw,
181.00A.011 It shall not, for it cannot; for, the losse
181.00A.012 Of this Crosse, were to mee another Crosse.
181.00A.013 Better were worse, for, no affliction
181.00A.014 No Crosse is so extreme, as to have none;
181.00A.015 Who can blot out the Crosse, which th'instrument
181.00A.016 Of God, dew'd on mee in the Sacrament?
181.00A.017 Who can deny mee power, and liberty
181.00A.018 To stretch mine armes, and mine owne Crosse to be?
181.00A.019 Swimme, and at every stroake, thou art thy Crosse,
181.00A.020 The Mast and yard make one, where seas do tosse.
181.00A.021 Looke downe, thou spiest out Crosses in small things;
181.00A.022 Looke up, thou seest birds rais'd on crossed wings;
181.00A.023 All the Globes frame, and spheares, is nothing else
181.00A.024 But the Meridians crossing Parallels.
181.00A.025 Materiall Crosses then, good physicke bee,
181.00A.026 But yet spirituall have chiefe dignity.
181.00A.027 These for extracted chimique medicine serve,
181.00A.028 And cure much better, and as well preserve;
181.00A.029 Then are you your own physicke, or need none,
181.00A.030 When Still'd, or purg'd by tribulation.
181.00A.031 For when that Crosse ungrudg'd, unto you stickes,
181.00A.032 Then are you to your selfe, a Crucifixe.
181.00A.033 As perchance, Carvers do not faces make:
181.00A.034 But that away, which hid them there, do take.
181.00A.035 Let Crosses, soe, take what hid Christ in thee,
181.00A.036 And be his image, or not his, but hee.
181.00A.037 But, as oft, Alchimists doe coyners prove,
181.00A.038 So may a selfe-dispising, get selfe-love.
181.00A.039 And then as worst surfets, of best meates bee,
181.00A.040 Soe is pride, issued from humility,
181.00A.041 For, 'tis no child, but monster; therefore Crosse
181.00A.042 Your joy in crosses, else, 'tis double losse,
181.00A.043 And crosse thy senses, else, both they, and thou
181.00A.044 Must perish soone, and to destruction bowe.
181.00A.045 For if the'eye seeke good objects, and will take
181.00A.046 No crosse from bad, wee cannot scape a snake.
181.00A.047 So with harsh, hard, sowre, stinking, crosse the rest,
181.00A.048 Make them indifferent; call nothing best.
181.00A.049 But most the eye needs crossing, that can rome,
181.00A.050 And move; To th'other th'objects must come home.
181.00A.051 And crosse thy heart: for that in man alone
181.00A.052 Pants downewards, and hath palpitation.
181.00A.053 Crosse those dejections, when it downeward tends,
181.00A.054 And when it to forbidden heights pretends.
181.00A.055 And as the braine through bony walls doth vent
181.00A.056 By sutures, which a Crosses forme present,
181.00A.057 So when thy braine workes, ere thou utter it,
181.00A.058 Crosse and correct concupiscence of witt.
181.00A.059 Be covetous of Crosses, let none fall.
181.00A.060 Crosse no man else, but crosse thy selfe in all.
181.00A.061 Then doth the Crosse of Christ worke faithfully
181.00A.062 Within our hearts, when wee love harmlesly
181.00A.063 The Crosses pictures much, and with more care
181.00A.064 That Crosses children, which our Crosses are.
182.00A.HE1 Resurrection, imperfect.
182.00A.001 Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast
182.00A.002 As yet, the wound thou took'st on friday last;
182.00A.003 Sleepe then, and rest; The world may beare thy stay,
182.00A.004 A better Sun rose before thee to day,
182.00A.005 Who, not content to'enlighten all that dwell
182.00A.006 On the earths face, as thou, enlightned hell,
182.00A.007 And made the darke fires languish in that vale,
182.00A.008 As, at thy presence here, our fires grow pale.
182.00A.009 Whose body having walk'd on earth, and now
182.00A.010 Hasting to Heaven, would, that he might allow
182.00A.011 Himselfe unto all stations, and fill all,
182.00A.012 For these three daies become a minerall;
182.00A.013 Hee was all gold when he lay downe, but rose
182.00A.014 All tincture, and doth not alone dispose
182.00A.015 Leaden and iron wills to good, but is
182.00A.016 Of power to make even finfull flesh like his.
182.00A.017 Had one of those, whose credulous pietie
182.00A.018 Thought, that a Soule one might discerne and see
182.00A.019 Goe from a body,'at this sepulcher been,
182.00A.020 And, issuing from the sheet, this body seen,
182.00A.021 He would have justly thought this body a soule,
182.00A.022 If, not of any man, yet of the whole.
182.00A.0SS Desunt caetera.
183.00A.HE1 The Annuntiation and Passion.
183.00A.001 Tamely fraile body'abstaine to day; to day
183.00A.002 My soule eates twice, Christ hither and away.
183.00A.003 She sees him man, so like God made in this,
183.00A.004 That of them both a circle embleme is,
183.00A.005 Whose first and last concurre; this doubtfull day
183.00A.006 Of feast or fast, Christ came, and went away;
183.00A.007 Shee sees him nothing twice at once, who'is all;
183.00A.008 Shee sees a Cedar plant it selfe, and fall,
183.00A.009 Her Maker put to making, and the head
183.00A.010 Of life, at once, not yet alive, yet dead;
183.00A.011 She sees at once the virgin mother stay
183.00A.012 Reclus'd at home, Publique at Golgotha.
183.00A.013 Sad and rejoyc'd shee's seen at once, and seen
183.00A.014 At almost fiftie, and at scarce fifteene.
183.00A.015 At once a Sonne is promis'd her, and gone,
183.00A.016 Gabriell gives Christ to her, He her to John;
183.00A.017 Not fully a mother, Shee's in Orbitie,
183.00A.018 At once receiver and the legacie;
183.00A.019 All this, and all betweene, this day hath showne,
183.00A.020 Th'Abridgement of Christs story, which makes one
183.00A.021 (As in plaine Maps, the furthest West is East)
183.00A.022 Of the'Angels Ave,'and Consummatum est.
183.00A.023 How well the Church, Gods Court of faculties
183.00A.024 Deales, in some times, and seldome joyning these;
183.00A.025 As by the selfe-fix'd Pole wee never doe
183.00A.026 Direct our course, but the next starre thereto,
183.00A.027 Which showes where the'other is, and which we say
183.00A.028 (Because it strayes not farre) doth never stray;
183.00A.029 So God by his Church, neerest to him, wee know,
183.00A.030 And stand firme, if wee by her motion goe;
183.00A.031 His Spirit, as his fiery Pillar doth
183.00A.032 Leade, and his Church, as cloud; to one end both:
183.00A.033 This Church, by letting those daies joyne, hath shown
183.00A.034 Death and conception in mankinde is one.
183.00A.035 Or 'twas in him the same humility,
183.00A.036 That he would be a man, and leave to be:
183.00A.037 Or as creation he hath made, as God,
183.00A.038 With the last judgement, but one period,
183.00A.039 His imitating Spouse would joyne in one
183.00A.040 Manhoods extremes: He shall come, he is gone:
183.00A.041 Or as though one blood drop, which thence did fall,
183.00A.042 Accepted, would have serv'd, he yet shed all;
183.00A.043 So though the least of his paines, deeds, or words,
183.00A.044 Would busie a life, she all this day affords;
183.00A.045 This treasure then, in grosse, my Soule uplay,
183.00A.046 And in my life retaile it every day.
184.00A.HE1 THE LITANIE.
184.00A.HE3 The Father.
184.00A.001 Father of Heaven, and him, by whom
184.00A.002 It, and us for it, and all else, for us
184.00A.003 Thou madest, and govern'st ever, come
184.00A.004 And re-create mee, now growne ruinous:
184.00A.005 My heart is by dejection, clay,
184.00A.006 And by selfe-murder, red.
184.00A.007 From this red earth, O Father, purge away
184.00A.008 All vicious tinctures, that new fashioned
184.00A.009 I may rise up from death, before I'am dead.
184.00A.HE5 The Sonne.
184.00A.010 O Sonne of God, who seeing two things,
184.00A.011 Sinne, and death crept in, which were never made,
184.00A.012 By bearing one, tryed'st with what stings
184.00A.013 The other could thine heritage invade;
184.00A.014 O be thou nail'd unto my heart,
184.00A.015 And crucified againe,
184.00A.016 Part not from it, though it from thee would part,
184.00A.017 But let it be by applying so thy paine,
184.00A.018 Drown'd in thy blood, and in thy passion slaine.
184.00A.HE7 The Holy Ghost.
184.00A.019 O Holy Ghost, whose temple I
184.00A.020 Am, but of mudde walls, and condensed dust,
184.00A.021 And being sacrilegiously
184.00A.022 Halfe wasted with youths fires, of pride and lust,
184.00A.023 Must with new stormes be weatherbeat;
184.00A.024 Double in my heart thy flame,
184.00A.025 Which let devout sad teares intend; and let
184.00A.026 (Though this glasse lanthorne, flesh, do suffer maime)
184.00A.027 Fire, Sacrifice, Priest, Altar be the same.
184.00A.HE9 The Trinity.
184.00A.028 O Blessed glorious Trinity,
184.00A.029 Bones to Philosophy, but milke to faith,
184.00A.030 Which, as wise serpents diversly
184.00A.031 Most slipperinesse, yet most entanglings hath,
184.00A.032 As you distinguish'd undistinct
184.00A.033 By power, love, knowledge bee,
184.00A.034 Give mee a such selfe different instinct
184.00A.035 Of these let all mee elemented bee,
184.00A.036 Of power, to love, to know, you unnumbred three.
184.00A.H11 The Virgin Mary.
184.00A.037 For that faire blessed Mother-maid,
184.00A.038 Whose flesh redeem'd us; That she-Cherubin,
184.00A.039 Which unlock'd Paradise, and made
184.00A.040 One claime for innocence, and disseiz'd sinne,
184.00A.041 Whose wombe was a strange heav'n, for there
184.00A.042 God cloath'd himselfe, and grew,
184.00A.043 Our zealous thankes wee poure. As her deeds were
184.00A.044 Our helpes, so are her prayers; nor can she sue
184.00A.045 In vaine, who hath such titles unto you.
184.00A.HE6 The Angels.
184.00A.046 And since this life our nonage is,
184.00A.047 And wee in Wardship to thine Angels be,
184.00A.048 Native in heavens faire Palaces
184.00A.049 Where we shall be but denizen'd by thee,
184.00A.050 As th'earth conceiving by the Sunne,
184.00A.051 Yeelds faire diversitie,
184.00A.052 Yet never knowes which course that light doth run,
184.00A.053 So let mee study, that mine actions bee
184.00A.054 Worthy their sight, though blinde in how they see.
184.00A.HE7 The Patriarches.
184.00A.055 And let thy Patriarches Desire
184.00A.056 (Those great Grandfathers, of thy Church, which saw
184.00A.057 More in the cloud, then wee in fire,
184.00A.058 Whom Nature clear'd more, then us grace and law,
184.00A.059 And now in Heaven still pray, that wee
184.00A.060 May use our new helpes right,)
184.00A.061 Be sanctified, and fructifie in mee;
184.00A.062 Let not my minde be blinder by more light
184.00A.063 Nor Faith by Reason added, lose her sight.
184.00A.HE8 The Prophets.
184.00A.064 Thy Eagle-sighted Prophets too,
184.00A.065 Which were thy Churches Organs, and did sound
184.00A.066 That harmony, which made of two
184.00A.067 One law, and did unite, but not confound;
184.00A.068 Those heavenly Poets which did see
184.00A.069 Thy will, and it expresse
184.00A.070 In rythmique feet, in common pray for mee,
184.00A.071 That I by them excuse not my excesse
184.00A.072 In seeking secrets, or Poetiquenesse.
184.00A.HE9 The Apostles.
184.00A.073 And thy illustrious Zodiacke
184.00A.074 Of twelve Apostles, which ingirt this All,
184.00A.075 From whom whosoever do not take
184.00A.076 Their light, to darke deep pits, throw downe, and fall,
184.00A.077 As through their prayers, thou'hast let mee know
184.00A.078 That their bookes are divine;
184.00A.079 May they pray still, and be heard, that I goe
184.00A.080 Th'old broad way in applying; O decline
184.00A.081 Mee, when my comment would make thy word mine.
184.00A.H10 The Martyrs.
184.00A.082 And since thou so desirously
184.00A.083 Did'st long to die, that long before thou could'st,
184.00A.084 And long since thou no more couldst dye,
184.00A.085 Thou in thy scatter'd mystique body wouldst
184.00A.086 In Abel dye, and ever since
184.00A.087 In thine, let their blood come
184.00A.088 To begge for us, a discreet patience
184.00A.089 Of death, or of worse life: for Oh, to some
184.00A.090 Not to be martyrs, is a martyrdome.
184.00A.H11 The Confessors.
184.00A.091 Therefore with thee triumpheth there
184.00A.092 A Virgin Squadron of white Confessors,
184.00A.093 Whose bloods betroth'd, not marryed were;
184.00A.094 Tender'd not taken by those Ravishers:
184.00A.095 They know, and pray, that wee may know,
184.00A.096 In every Christian
184.00A.097 Hourly tempestuous persecutions grow,
184.00A.098 Tentations martyr us alive; A man
184.00A.099 Is to himselfe a Dioclesian.
184.00A.H12 The Virgins.
184.00A.100 The cold white snowie Nunnery,
184.00A.101 Which, as thy mother, their high Abbesse, sent
184.00A.102 Their bodies backe againe to thee,
184.00A.103 As thou hadst lent them, cleane and innocent,
184.00A.104 Though they have not obtain'd of thee,
184.00A.105 That or thy Church, or I,
184.00A.106 Should keep, as they, our first integrity;
184.00A.107 Divorce thou sinne in us, or bid it die,
184.00A.108 And call chast widowhead Virginitie.
184.00A.H13 The Doctors.
184.00A.109 Thy sacred Academie above
184.00A.110 Of Doctors, whose paines have unclasp'd, and taught
184.00A.111 Both bookes of life to us (for love
184.00A.112 To know thy Scriptures tells us, we are wrought
184.00A.113 In thy other booke) pray for us there
184.00A.114 That what they have misdone
184.00A.115 Or mis-said, wee to that may not adhere,
184.00A.116 Their zeale may be our sinne. Lord let us runne
184.00A.117 Meane waies, and call them stars, but not the Sunne.
184.00A.118 And whil'st this universall Quire,
184.00A.119 That Church in triumph, this in warfare here,
184.00A.120 Warm'd with one all-partaking fire
184.00A.121 Of love, that none be lost, which cost thee deare,
184.00A.122 Prayes ceaslesly,'and thou hearken too
184.00A.123 (Since to be gratious
184.00A.124 Our taske is treble, to pray, beare, and doe)
184.00A.125 Heare this prayer Lord, O Lord deliver us
184.00A.126 From trusting in those prayers, though powr'd out thus.
184.00A.127 From being anxious, or secure,
184.00A.128 Dead clods of sadnesse, or light squibs of mirth,
184.00A.129 From thinking, that great courts immure
184.00A.130 All, or no happinesse, or that this earth
184.00A.131 Is only for our prison fram'd,
184.00A.132 Or that thou art covetous
184.00A.133 To them whom thou lovest, or that they are maim'd
184.00A.134 From reaching this worlds sweet, who seek thee thus,
184.00A.135 With all their might, Good Lord deliver us.
184.00A.136 From needing danger, to bee good,
184.00A.137 From owing thee yesterdaies teares to day,
184.00A.138 From trusting so much to thy blood,
184.00A.139 That in that hope, wee wound our soule away,
184.00A.140 From bribing thee with Almes, to excuse
184.00A.141 Some sinne more burdenous,
184.00A.142 From light affecting, in religion, newes,
184.00A.143 From thinking us all soule, neglecting thus
184.00A.144 Our mutuall duties, Lord deliver us.
184.00A.145 From tempting Satan to tempt us,
184.00A.146 By our connivence, or slack companie,
184.00A.147 From measuring ill by vitious,
184.00A.148 Neglecting to choake sins spawne, Vanitie,
184.00A.149 From indiscreet humilitie,
184.00A.150 Which might be scandalous,
184.00A.151 And cast reproach on Christianitie,
184.00A.152 From being spies, or to spies pervious,
184.00A.153 From thirst, or scorne of flame, deliver us.
184.00A.154 Deliver us for thy descent
184.00A.155 Into the Virgin, whose wombe was a place
184.00A.156 Of midle kind; and thou being sent
184.00A.157 To'ungratious us, staid'st at her full of grace,
184.00A.158 And through thy poore birth, where first thou
184.00A.159 Glorifiedst Povertie,
184.00A.160 And yet soone after riches didst allow,
184.00A.161 By accepting Kings gifts in the Epiphanie,
184.00A.162 Deliver, and make us, to both waies free.
184.00A.163 And though that bitter agonie,
184.00A.164 Which is still the agonie of pious wits,
184.00A.165 Disputing what distorted thee,
184.00A.166 And interrupted evennesse, with fits,
184.00A.167 And through thy free confession
184.00A.168 Though thereby they were then
184.00A.169 Made blind, so that thou might'st from them have gone,
184.00A.170 Good Lord deliver us, and teach us when
184.00A.171 Wee may not, and we may blinde unjust men.
184.00A.172 Through thy submitting all, to blowes
184.00A.173 Thy face, thy clothes to spoile; thy fame to scorne,
184.00A.174 All waies, which rage, or Justice knowes,
184.00A.175 And by which thou could'st shew, that thou wast born,
184.00A.176 And through thy gallant humblenesse
184.00A.177 Which thou in death did'st shew,
184.00A.178 Dying before thy soule they could expresse,
184.00A.179 Deliver us from death, by dying so,
184.00A.180 To this world, ere this world doe bid us goe.
184.00A.181 When senses, which thy souldiers are,
184.00A.182 Wee arme against thee, and they fight for sinne,
184.00A.183 When want, sent but to tame, doth warre
184.00A.184 And worke despaire a breach to enter in,
184.00A.185 When plenty, Gods image, and seale
184.00A.186 Makes us Idolatrous,
184.00A.187 And love it, not him, whom it should reveale,
184.00A.188 When wee are mov'd to seeme religious
184.00A.189 Only to vent wit, Lord deliver us.
184.00A.190 In Churches, when the'infirmitie
184.00A.191 Of him which speakes, diminishes the Word,
184.00A.192 When Magistrates doe mis-apply
184.00A.193 To us, as we judge, lay or ghostly sword,
184.00A.194 When plague, which is thine Angell, raignes,
184.00A.195 Or wars, thy Champions, swaie,
184.00A.196 When Heresie, thy second deluge, gaines;
184.00A.197 In th'houre of death, the'Eve of last judgement day,
184.00A.198 Deliver us from the sinister way.
184.00A.199 Heare us, O heare us Lord; to thee
184.00A.200 A sinner is more musique, when he prayes,
184.00A.201 Then spheares, or Angels praises bee,
184.00A.202 In Panegyrique Allelujaes,
184.00A.203 Heare us, for till thou heare us, Lord
184.00A.204 We know not what to say.
184.00A.205 Thine eare to'our sighes, teares, thoughts gives voiceand word.
184.00A.206 O Thou who Satan heard'st in Jobs sicke day,
184.00A.207 Heare thy selfe now, for thou in us dost pray.
184.00A.208 That wee may change to evennesse
184.00A.209 This intermitting aguish Pietie,
184.00A.210 That snatching cramps of wickednesse
184.00A.211 And Apoplexies of fast sin, may die;
184.00A.212 That musique of thy promises,
184.00A.213 Not threats in Thunder may
184.00A.214 Awaken us to our just offices,
184.00A.215 What in thy booke, thou dost, or creatures say,
184.00A.216 That we may heare, Lord heare us, when wee pray.
184.00A.217 That our eares sicknesse wee may cure,
184.00A.218 And rectifie those Labyrinths aright,
184.00A.219 That wee by harkning, not procure
184.00A.220 Our praise, nor others dispraise so invite,
184.00A.221 That wee get not a slipperinesse,
184.00A.222 And senslesly decline,
184.00A.223 From hearing bold wits jeast at Kings excesse,
184.00A.224 To'admit the like of majestie divine,
184.00A.225 That we may locke our eares, Lord open thine.
184.00A.226 That living law, the Magistrate,
184.00A.227 Which to give us, and make us physicke, doth
184.00A.228 Our vices often aggravate,
184.00A.229 That Preachers taxing sinne, before her growth,
184.00A.230 That Satan, and invenom'd men
184.00A.231 Which well, if we starve, dine,
184.00A.232 When they doe most accuse us, may see then
184.00A.233 Us, to amendment, heare them; thee decline;
184.00A.234 That we may open our eares, Lord lock thine.
184.00A.235 That learning, thine Ambassador,
184.00A.236 From thine allegeance wee never tempt,
184.00A.237 That beauty, paradises flower
184.00A.238 For physicke made, from poyson be exempt,
184.00A.239 That wit, borne apt, high good to doe
184.00A.240 By dwelling lazily
184.00A.241 On Natures nothing, be not nothing too,
184.00A.242 That our affections kill us not, nor dye,
184.00A.243 Heare us, weake ecchoes, O thou eare, and cry.
184.00A.244 Sonne of God heare us, and since thou
184.00A.245 By taking our blood, owest it us againe
184.00A.246 Gaine to thy selfe, or us allow;
184.00A.247 And let not both us and thy selfe be slaine;
184.00A.248 O lambe of God, which took'st our sinne
184.00A.249 Which could not stick to thee,
184.00A.250 O let it not returne to us againe,
184.00A.251 But Patient and Physition being free,
184.00A.252 As sinne is nothing, let it no where be.
185.00A.HE1 Goodfriday,1613. Riding Westward.
185.00A.001 Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
185.00A.002 The intelligence that moves, devotion is,
185.00A.003 And as the other Spheares, by being growne
185.00A.004 Subject to forraigne motion, lose their owne,
185.00A.005 And being by others hurried every day,
185.00A.006 Scarce in a yeare their naturall forme obey:
185.00A.007 Pleasure or businesse, so, our Soules admit
185.00A.008 For their first mover, and are whirld by it.
185.00A.009 Hence is't, that I am carryed towards the West
185.00A.010 This day, when my Soules forme bends toward the East.
185.00A.011 There I should see a Sunne, by rising set,
185.00A.012 And by that setting endlesse day beget;
185.00A.013 But that Christ on this Crosse, did rise and fall,
185.00A.014 Sinne had eternally benighted all.
185.00A.015 Yet dare I'almost be glad, I do not see
185.00A.016 That spectacle of too much weight for mee.
185.00A.017 Who sees Gods face, that is selfe life, must dye;
185.00A.018 What a death were it then to see God dye?
185.00A.019 It made his owne Lieutenant Nature shrinke,
185.00A.020 It made his footstoole crack, and the Sunne winke.
185.00A.021 Could I behold those hands which span the Poles,
185.00A.022 And tune all spheares at once peirc'd with those holes?
185.00A.023 Could I behold that endlesse height which is
185.00A.024 Zenith to us, and our Antipodes,
185.00A.025 Humbled below us? or that blood which is
185.00A.026 The seat of all our Soules, if not of his,
185.00A.027 Made durt of dust, or that flesh which was worne
185.00A.028 By God, for his apparell, rag'd, and torne?
185.00A.029 If on these things I durst not looke, durst I
185.00A.030 Upon his miserable mother cast mine eye,
185.00A.031 Who was Gods partner here, and furnish'd thus
185.00A.032 Halfe of that Sacrifice, which ransom'd us?
185.00A.033 Though these things, as I ride, be from mine eye,
185.00A.034 They'are present yet unto my memory,
185.00A.035 For that looks towards them; & thou look'st towards mee,
185.00A.036 O Saviour, as thou hang'st upon the tree;
185.00A.037 I turne my backe to thee, but to receive
185.00A.038 Corrections, till thy mercies bid thee leave.
185.00A.039 O thinke mee worth thine anger, punish mee,
185.00A.040 Burne off my rusts, and my deformity,
185.00A.041 Restore thine Image, so much, by thy grace,
185.00A.042 That thou may'st know mee, and I'll turne my face.
186.00E.HE1 To Mr George Herbert, with one of my Seal, of the Anchor and Christ.
186.00E.001 Qvi prius assuetus Serpentum fasce Tabellas
186.00E.002 Signare, (haec nostrae symbola parva Domus)
186.00E.003 Adscitus domui Domini, partrioque relicto
186.00E.004 Stemmate, nanciscor stemmata jure nova.
186.00E.005 Hinc mihi Crux primo quae fronte impressa lavacro,
186.00E.006 Finibus extensis, anchora facta patet.
186.00E.007 Anchorae in effigiem, Crux tandem desinit ipsam,
186.00E.008 Anchora fit tandem Crux tolerata diu.
186.00E.009 Hoc tamen ut fiat, Christo vegetatur ab ipso
186.00E.010 Crux, et ab Affixo, est Anchora facta, Iesu.
186.00E.011 Nec Natalitiis penitus serpentibus orbor,
186.00E.012 Non ita dat Deus, ut auferat ante data.
186.00E.013 Qua sapiens, Dos est; Qua terram lambit et ambit,
186.00E.014 Pestis; At in nostra fit Medicina Cruce,
186.00E.015 Serpens; fixa Cruci si sit Natura; Crucique
186.00E.016 A fixo, nobis, Gratia tota fluat.
186.00E.017 Omnia cum Crux sint, Crux Anchora fixa, sigillum
186.00E.018 Non tam dicendum hoc, quam Catechismus erit.
186.00E.019 Mitto, nec exigua, exigua sub imagine, dona,
186.00E.020 Pignora amicitiae, et munera; Vota, preces.
186.00E.021 Plura tibi accumulet, sanctus cognominis, Ille
186.00E.022 Regia qui flavo Dona sigillat Equo.
187.00A.HE1 The Lamentations of Ieremy, for the most part according
187.00A.HE2 to Tremelius.
187.00A.HE3 Chap. I.
187.00A.001 1 How sits this citie, late most populous,
187.00A.002 Thus solitary, and like a widdow thus?
187.00A.003 Amplest of Nations, Queene of Provinces
187.00A.004 She was, who now thus tributary is?
187.00A.005 2 Still in the night shee weepes, and her teares fall
187.00A.006 Downe by her cheekes along, and none of all
187.00A.007 Her lovers comfort her; Perfidiously
187.00A.008 Her friends have dealt, and now are enemie.
187.00A.009 3 Unto great bondage, and afflictions
187.00A.010 Juda is captive led; Those nations
187.00A.011 With whom shee dwells, no place of rest afford,
187.00A.012 In streights shee meets her Persecutors sword.
187.00A.013 4 Emptie are the gates of Sion, and her waies
187.00A.014 Mourne, because none come to her solemne dayes.
187.00A.015 Her Priests doe groane, her maides are comfortlesse,
187.00A.016 And shee's unto her selfe a bitternesse.
187.00A.017 5 Her foes are growne her head, and live at Peace,
187.00A.018 Because when her transgressions did increase,
187.00A.019 The Lord strooke her with sadnesse: Th'enemie
187.00A.020 Doth drive her children to captivitie.
187.00A.021 6 From Sions daughter is all beauty gone,
187.00A.022 Like Harts, which seeke for Pasture, and find none,
187.00A.023 Her Princes are, and now before the foe
187.00A.024 Which still pursues them, without strength they go.
187.00A.025 7 Now in their daies of Teares, Jerusalem
187.00A.026 (Her men slaine by the foe, none succouring them)
187.00A.027 Remembers what of old, shee esteemed most,
187.00A.028 Whiles her foes laugh at her, for what she hath lost.
187.00A.029 8 Jerusalem hath sinn'd, therefore is shee
187.00A.030 Remov'd, as women in uncleannesse bee;
187.00A.031 Who honor'd, scorne her, for her foulnesse they
187.00A.032 Have seene, her selfe doth groane, and turne away.
187.00A.033 9 Her foulnesse in her skirts was seene, yet she
187.00A.034 Remembred not her end; Miraculously
187.00A.035 Therefore shee fell, none comforting: Behold
187.00A.036 O Lord my affliction, for the Foe growes bold.
187.00A.037 10 Upon all things where her delight hath beene,
187.00A.038 The foe hath stretch'd his hand, for shee hath seene
187.00A.039 Heathen, whom thou command'st, should not doe so,
187.00A.040 Into her holy Sanctuary goe.
187.00A.041 11 And all her people groane, and seeke for bread;
187.00A.042 And they have given, only to be fed,
187.00A.043 All precious things, wherein their pleasure lay:
187.00A.044 How cheape I'am growne, O Lord, behold and weigh.
187.00A.045 12 All this concernes not you, who passe by mee,
187.00A.046 O see, and marke if any sorrow bee
187.00A.047 Like to my sorrow, which Jehova hath
187.00A.048 Done to mee in the day of his fierce wrath?
187.00A.049 13 That fire, which by himselfe is governed
187.00A.050 He hath cast from heaven on my bones, and spred
187.00A.051 A net before my feet, and mee o'rthrowne,
187.00A.052 And made me languish all the day alone.
187.00A.053 14 His hand hath of my sinnes framed a yoake
187.00A.054 Which wreath'd, and cast upon my neck, hath broke
187.00A.055 My strength. The Lord unto those enemies
187.00A.056 Hath given mee, from whence I cannot rise.
187.00A.057 15 He underfoot hath troden in my sight
187.00A.058 My strong men; He did company invite
187.00A.059 To breake my young men, he the winepresse hath
187.00A.060 Trod upon Juda's daughter in his wrath.
187.00A.061 16 For these things doe I weepe, mine eye, mine eye
187.00A.062 Casts water out; For he which should be nigh
187.00A.063 To comfort mee, is now departed farre,
187.00A.064 The foe prevailes, forlorne my children are.
187.00A.065 17 There's none, though Sion do stretch out her hand
187.00A.066 To comfort her, it is the Lords command
187.00A.067 That Iacobs foes girt him. Ierusalem
187.00A.068 Is as an uncleane woman amongst them.
187.00A.069 18 But yet the Lord is just, and righteous still,
187.00A.070 I have rebell'd against his holy will;
187.00A.071 O heare all people, and my sorrow see,
187.00A.072 My maides, my young men in captivitie.
187.00A.073 19 I called for my lovers then, but they
187.00A.074 Deceiv'd mee, and my Priests, and Elders lay
187.00A.075 Dead in the citie; for they sought for meat
187.00A.076 Which should refresh their soules, they could not get.
187.00A.077 20 Because I am in streights, Iehova see
187.00A.078 My heart return'd, my bowells muddy bee,
187.00A.079 Because I have rebell'd so much, as fast
187.00A.080 The sword without, as death within, doth wast.
187.00A.081 21 Of all which heare I mourne, none comforts mee,
187.00A.082 My foes have heard my griefe, and glad they be,
187.00A.083 That thou hast done it; But thy promis'd day
187.00A.084 Will come, when, as I suffer, so shall they.
187.00A.085 22 Let all their wickednesse appeare to thee,
187.00A.086 Doe unto them, as thou hast done to mee,
187.00A.087 For all my sinnes: The sighs which I have had
187.00A.088 Are very many, and my heart is sad.
187.00A.HE4 Chap. II.
187.00A.089 1 How over Sions daughter hath God hung
187.00A.090 His wraths thicke cloud? and from heaven hath flung.
187.00A.091 To earth the beauty of Israel, and hath
187.00A.092 Forgot his foot-stoole in the day of wrath?
187.00A.093 2 The Lord unsparingly hath swallowed
187.00A.094 All Jacobs dwellings, and demolished
187.00A.095 To ground the strengths of Iuda, and prohpan'd
187.00A.096 The Princes of the Kingdome, and the land.
187.00A.097 3 In heat of wrath, the horne of Israel hee
187.00A.098 Hath cleane cut off, and lest the enemie
187.00A.099 Be hindred, his right hand he doth retire,
187.00A.100 But is towards Iacob, All-devouring fire.
187.00A.101 4 Like to an enemie he bent his bow,
187.00A.102 His right hand was in posture of a foe,
187.00A.103 To kill what Sions daughter did desire,
187.00A.104 'Gainst whom his wrath, he poured forth, like fire.
187.00A.105 5 For like an enemie Iehova is,
187.00A.106 Devouring Israel, and his Palaces,
187.00A.107 Destroying holds, giving additions
187.00A.108 To Iuda's daughters lamentations.
187.00A.109 6 Like to a garden hedge he hath cast downe
187.00A.110 The place where was his congregation,
187.00A.111 And Sions feasts and sabbaths are forgot;
187.00A.112 Her King, her Priest, his wrath regardeth not.
187.00A.113 7 The Lord forsakes his Altar, and detests
187.00A.114 His Sanctuary, and in the foes hands rests
187.00A.115 His Palace, and the walls, in which their cries
187.00A.116 Are heard, as in the true solemnities.
187.00A.117 8 The Lord hath cast a line, so to confound
187.00A.118 And levell Sions walls unto the ground,
187.00A.119 He drawes not back his hand; which doth oreturne
187.00A.120 The wall, and Rampart, which together mourne.
187.00A.121 9 Their gates are sunke into the ground, and hee
187.00A.122 Hath broke the barre; their King and Princes bee
187.00A.123 Amongst the heathen, without law, nor there
187.00A.124 Unto their Prophets doth the Lord appeare.
187.00A.125 10 There Sions Elders on the ground are plac'd,
187.00A.126 And silence keepe; Dust on their heads they cast,
187.00A.127 In sackcloth have they girt themselves, and low
187.00A.128 The Virgins towards ground, their heads do throw.
187.00A.129 11 My bowells are growne muddy, and mine eyes
187.00A.130 Are faint with weeping: and my liver lies
187.00A.131 Pour'd out upon the ground, for miserie
187.00A.132 That sucking children in the streets doe die.
187.00A.133 12 When they had cryed unto their Mothers, where
187.00A.134 Shall we have bread, and drinke? they fainted there
187.00A.135 And in the street like wounded persons lay
187.00A.136 Till 'twixt their mothers breasts they went away.
187.00A.137 13 Daughter Ierusalem, Oh what may bee
187.00A.138 A witnesse, or comparison for thee?
187.00A.139 Sion, to ease thee, what shall I name like thee?
187.00A.140 Thy breach is like the sea, what help can bee?
187.00A.141 14 For, the vaine foolish things thy Prophets sought,
187.00A.142 Thee, thine iniquities they have not taught,
187.00A.143 Which might disturne thy bondage: but for thee
187.00A.144 False burthens, and false causes they would see.
187.00A.145 15 The passengers doe clap their hands, and hisse
187.00A.146 And wag their head at thee, and say, Is this
187.00A.147 That citie, which so many men did call
187.00A.148 Joy of the earth, and perfectest of all?
187.00A.149 16 Thy foes doe gape upon thee, and they hisse,
187.00A.150 And gnash their teeth, and say, Devoure wee this,
187.00A.151 For this is certainly the day which wee
187.00A.152 Expected, and which now we finde, and see.
187.00A.153 17 The Lord hath done that which he purposed,
187.00A.154 Fulfill'd his word of old determined;
187.00A.155 He hath throwne downe, and not spar'd, and thy foe
187.00A.156 Made glad above thee, and advanc'd him so.
187.00A.157 18 But now, their hearts against the Lord do call,
187.00A.158 Therefore, O walls of Sion, let teares fall
187.00A.159 Downe like a river, day and night; take thee
187.00A.160 No rest, but let thine eye incessant be.
187.00A.161 19 Arise, cry in the night, poure, for thy sinnes,
187.00A.162 Thy heart, like water, when the watch begins;
187.00A.163 Lift up thy hands to God, lest children dye,
187.00A.164 Which, faint for hunger, in the streets doe lye.
187.00A.165 20 Behold O Lord, consider unto whom
187.00A.166 Thou hast done this; what, shall the women come
187.00A.167 To eate their children of a spanne? shall thy
187.00A.168 Prophet and Priest be slaine in Sanctuary?
187.00A.169 21 On ground in streets, the yong and old do lye,
187.00A.170 My virgins and yong men by sword do dye;
187.00A.171 Them in the day of thy wrath thou hast slaine,
187.00A.172 Nothing did thee from killing them containe.
187.00A.173 22 As to a solemne feast, all whom I fear'd
187.00A.174 Thou call'st about mee; when his wrath appear'd,
187.00A.175 None did remaine or scape, for those which I
187.00A.176 Brought up, did perish by mine enemie.
187.00A.HE5 Chap. III.
187.00A.177 1 I am the man which have affliction seene,
187.00A.178 Under the rod of Gods wrath having beene,
187.00A.179 2 He hath led mee to darknesse, not to light,
187.00A.180 3 And against mee all day, his hand doth fight.
187.00A.181 4 Hee hath broke my bones, worne out my flesh and skinne,
187.00A.182 5 Built up against mee; and hath girt mee in
187.00A.183 With hemlocke, and with labour; 6. and set mee
187.00A.184 In darke, as they who dead for ever bee.
187.00A.185 7 Hee hath hedg'd me lest I scape, and added more
187.00A.186 To my steele fetters, heavier then before,
187.00A.187 When I crie out, he out shuts my prayer: 9 And hath
187.00A.188 Stop'd with hewn stone my way, & turn'd my path.
187.00A.189 10 And like a Lion hid in secrecie,
187.00A.190 Or Beare which lyes in wait, he was to mee,
187.00A.191 11 He stops my way, teares me, made desolate,
187.00A.192 12 And hee makes mee the marke he shooteth at.
187.00A.193 13 Hee made the children of his quiver passe
187.00A.194 Into my reines, 14 I with my people was
187.00A.195 All the day long, a song and mockery.
187.00A.196 15 Hee hath fill'd mee with bitternesse, and he
187.00A.197 Hath made me drunke with wormewood. 16 He hath burst
187.00A.198 My teeth with stones, and covered mee with dust;
187.00A.199 17 And thus my Soule farre off from peace was set,
187.00A.200 And my prosperity I did forget.
187.00A.201 18 My strength, my hope (unto my selfe I said)
187.00A.202 Which from the Lord should come, is perished.
187.00A.203 19 But when my mournings I do thinke upon,
187.00A.204 My wormwood, hemlocke, and affliction,
187.00A.205 20 My Soule is humbled in remembring this;
187.00A.206 21 My heart considers, therefore, hope there is.
187.00A.207 22 'Tis Gods great mercy we'are not utterly
187.00A.208 Consum'd, for his compassions do not die;
187.00A.209 23 For every morning they renewed bee,
187.00A.210 For great, O Lord, is thy fidelity.
187.00A.211 24 The Lord is, saith my Soule, my portion,
187.00A.212 And therefore in him will I hope alone.
187.00A.213 25 The Lord is good to them, who on him relie,
187.00A.214 And to the Soule that seeks him earnestly.
187.00A.215 26 It is both good to trust, and to attend
187.00A.216 (The Lords salvation) unto the end:
187.00A.217 27 'Tis good for one his yoake in youth to beare;
187.00A.218 28 He sits alone, and doth all speech forbeare,
187.00A.219 Because he hath borne it. 29 And his mouth he layes
187.00A.220 Deepe in the dust, yet then in hope he stayes.
187.00A.221 30 He gives his cheekes to whosoever will
187.00A.222 Strike him, and so he is reproched still.
187.00A.223 31 For, not for ever doth the Lord forsake,
187.00A.224 32 But when he'hath strucke with sadnes, hee doth take
187.00A.225 Compassion, as his mercy'is infinite;
187.00A.226 33 Nor is it with his heart, that he doth smite,
187.00A.227 34 That underfoot the prisoners stamped bee,
187.00A.228 35 That a mans right the Judge himselfe doth see
187.00A.229 To be wrong from him. 36 That he subverted is
187.00A.230 In his just cause; the Lord allowes not this:
187.00A.231 37 Who then will say, that ought doth come to passe,
187.00A.232 But that which by the Lord commanded was?
187.00A.233 38 Both good and evill from his mouth proceeds;
187.00A.234 39 Why then grieves any man for his misdeeds?
187.00A.235 40 Turne wee to God, by trying out our wayes;
187.00A.236 41 To him in heaven, our hands with hearts upraise.
187.00A.237 42 Wee have rebell'd, and falne away from thee,
187.00A.238 Thou pardon'st not. 43 Usest no clemencie;
187.00A.239 Pursuest us, kill'st us, coverest us with wrath,
187.00A.240 44 Cover'st thy selfe with clouds, that our prayer hath
187.00A.241 No power to passe. 45 And thou hast made us fall
187.00A.242 As refuse, and off-scouring to them all.
187.00A.243 46 All our foes gape at us. 47, Feare and a snare
187.00A.244 With ruine, and with waste, upon us are.
187.00A.245 48 With water rivers doth mine eye oreflow
187.00A.246 For ruine of my peoples daughters so;
187.00A.247 49 Mine eye doth drop downe teares incessantly,
187.00A.248 50 Untill the Lord looke downe from heaven to see.
187.00A.249 51 And for my city daughters sake, mine eye
187.00A.250 Doth breake mine heart. 52 Causles mine enemy,
187.00A.251 Like a bird chac'd me. 53 In a dungeon
187.00A.252 They have shut my life, and cast me on a stone.
187.00A.253 54 Waters flow'd o'r my head, then thought I, I am
187.00A.254 Destroy'd; 55 I called Lord, upon thy name
187.00A.255 Out of the pit. 56 And thou my voice didst heare;
187.00A.256 Oh from my sigh, and crye, stop not thine eare.
187.00A.257 57 Then when I call'd upon thee, thou drew'st nere
187.00A.258 Unto mee, and said'st unto mee, do not feare.
187.00A.259 58 Thou Lord my Soules cause handled hast, and thou
187.00A.260 Rescuest my life. 59 O Lord do thou judge now,
187.00A.261 Thou heardst my wrong. 60 Their vengeance all they have wrought;
187.00A.262 61 How they reproach'd, thou hast heard, and what they thought,
187.00A.263 62 What their lips uttered, which against me rose,
187.00A.264 And what was ever whisper'd by my foes.
187.00A.265 63 I am their song, whether they rise or sit,
187.00A.266 64 Give them rewards Lord, for their working fit
187.00A.267 65 Sorrow of heart, thy curse. 66 And with thy might
187.00A.268 Follow, and from under heaven destroy them quite.
187.00A.269 1 How Is the gold become so dimme? How is
187.00A.270 Purest and finest gold thus chang'd to this?
187.00A.271 The stones which were stones of the Sanctuary,
187.00A.272 Scattered in corners of each street do lye.
187.00A.273 2 The pretious sonnes of Sion, which should bee
187.00A.274 Valued at purest gold, how do wee see
187.00A.275 Low rated now, as earthen Pitchers, stand,
187.00A.276 Which are the worke of a poore Potters hand.
187.00A.277 3 Even the Sea-calfes draw their brests, and give
187.00A.278 Sucke to their young; my peoples daughters live
187.00A.279 By reason of the foes great cruelnesse,
187.00A.280 As do the Owles in the vast Wildernesse.
187.00A.281 4 And when the sucking child doth strive to draw,
187.00A.282 His tounge for thirst cleaves to his upper jaw.
187.00A.283 And when for bread the little children crye,
187.00A.284 There is no man that doth them satisfie.
187.00A.285 5 They which before were delicately fed,
187.00A.286 Now in the streets forlorne have perished,
187.00A.287 And they which ever were in scarlet cloath'd,
187.00A.288 Sit and embrace the dunghills which they loath'd.
187.00A.289 6 The daughters of my people have sinned more,
187.00A.290 Then did the towne of Sodome sinne before;
187.00A.291 Which being at once destroy'd, there did remaine
187.00A.292 No hands amongst them, to vexe them againe.
187.00A.293 7 But heretofore purer her Nazarite
187.00A.294 Was then the snow, and milke was not so white;
187.00A.295 As carbuncles did their pure bodies shine,
187.00A.296 And all their polish'dnesse was Seraphine.
187.00A.297 8 They are darker now then blacknes, none can know
187.00A.298 Them by the face, as through the street they goe,
187.00A.299 For now their skin doth cleave unto their bone,
187.00A.300 And whithered, is like to dry wood growne.
187.00A.301 9 Better by sword then famine 'tis to dye;
187.00A.302 And better through pierc'd, then by penury,
187.00A.303 10 Women by nature pitifull, have eate
187.00A.304 Their children drest with their owne hand for meat.
187.00A.305 11 Iehova here fully accomplish'd hath
187.00A.306 His indignation, and powr'd forth his wrath,
187.00A.307 Kindled a fire in Sion, which hath power
187.00A.308 To eate, and her foundations to devour.
187.00A.309 12 Nor would the Kings of the earth, nor all which live
187.00A.310 In the inhabitable world beleeve,
187.00A.311 That any adversary, any foe
187.00A.312 Into Ierusalem should enter so;
187.00A.313 13 For the Priests sins, and Prophets, which have shed
187.00A.314 Blood in the streets, and the just murthered;
187.00A.315 14 Which when those men, whom they made blind, did stray
187.00A.316 Thorough the streets, defiled by the way
187.00A.317 With blood, the which impossible it was
187.00A.318 Their garments should scape touching, as they passe,
187.00A.319 15 Would cry aloud, depart defiled men,
187.00A.320 Depart, depart, and touch us not, and then
187.00A.321 They fled, and strayd, and with the Gentiles were,
187.00A.322 Yet, told their friends, they should not long dwell there;
187.00A.323 16 For this they are scattered by Jehovahs face
187.00A.324 Who never will regard them more; No grace
187.00A.325 Unto their old men shall the foe afford,
187.00A.326 Nor, that they are Priests, redeeme them from the sword.
187.00A.327 17 And wee as yet, for all these miseries
187.00A.328 Desiring our vaine helpe, consume our eyes:
187.00A.329 And such a nation as cannot save,
187.00A.330 We in desire and speculation have:
187.00A.331 18 They hunt our steps, that in the streets wee feare
187.00A.332 To goe: our end is now approached neere,
187.00A.333 Our dayes accomplish'd are, this the last day,
187.00A.334 Eagles of heaven are not so swift as they
187.00A.335 19 Which follow us, o'r mountaine tops they flye
187.00A.336 At us, and for us in the desart lye.
187.00A.337 20 The annointed Lord, breath of our nostrils, hee
187.00A.338 Of whom we said, under his shadow, wee
187.00A.339 Shall with more ease under the Heathen dwell,
187.00A.340 Into the pit which these men digged, fell
187.00A.341 21 Rejoyce O Edoms daughter, joyfull bee
187.00A.342 Thou which inhabitst her, for unto thee
187.00A.343 This cup shall passe, and thou with drunkennesse
187.00A.344 Shalt fill thy selfe, and shew thy nakednesse.
187.00A.345 22 And then thy sinnes O Sion, shall be spent,
187.00A.346 The Lord will not leave thee in banishment.
187.00A.347 Thy sinnes O Edoms daughter, hee will see,
187.00A.348 And for them, pay thee with captivitie.
187.00A.HE7 CAP. V.
187.00A.349 1 Remember, O Lord, what is fallen on us
187.00A.350 See, and marke how we are reproached thus,
187.00A.351 2 For unto strangers our possession
187.00A.352 Is turn'd, our houses unto Aliens gone,
187.00A.353 3 Our mothers are become as widowes, wee
187.00A.354 As Orphans all, and without fathers be;
187.00A.355 4 Waters which are our owne, wee drunke, and pay,
187.00A.356 And upon our owne wood a price they lay,
187.00A.357 5 Our persecutors on our necks do sit,
187.00A.358 They make us travaile, and not intermit,
187.00A.359 6 We stretch our hands unto th' Egyptians
187.00A.360 To get us bread; and to the Assyrians.
187.00A.361 7 Our Fathers did these sinnes, and are no more,
187.00A.362 But wee do beare the sinnes they did before.
187.00A.363 8 They are but servants, which do rule us thus,
187.00A.364 Yet from their hands none would deliver us.
187.00A.365 9 With danger of our life our bread wee gat;
187.00A.366 For in the wildernesse, the sword did wait.
187.00A.367 10 The tempests of this famine wee liv'd in,
187.00A.368 Black as an Ocean colour'd had our skinne:
187.00A.369 11 In Iudaes cities they the maids abus'd
187.00A.370 By force, and so women in Sions us'd.
187.00A.371 12 The Princes with their hands they hung; no grace
187.00A.372 Nor honours gave they to the Elders face.
187.00A.373 13 Unto the mill our yong men carried are,
187.00A.374 And children fell under the wood they bare.
187.00A.375 14 Elders, the gates; youth did their songs forbeare,
187.00A.376 Gone was our joy; our dancings, mournings were.
187.00A.377 15 Now is the crowne falne from our head; and woe
187.00A.378 Be unto us, because we'have sinned so.
187.00A.379 16 For this our hearts do languish, and for this
187.00A.380 Over our eyes a cloudy dimnesse is.
187.00A.381 17 Because mount Sion desolate doth lye,
187.00A.382 And foxes there do goe at libertie:
187.00A.383 18 But thou O Lord art ever, and thy throne
187.00A.384 From generation, to generation.
187.00A.385 19 Why should'st thou forget us eternally?
187.00A.386 Or leave us thus long in this misery?
187.00A.387 20 Restore us Lord to thee, that so we may
187.00A.388 Returne, and as of old, renew our day.
187.00A.389 21 For oughtest thou, O Lord, despise us thus
187.00A.390 22 And to be utterly enrag'd at us?
188.00E.HE1 Translated out of Gazaeus, Vota Amico
188.00E.HE2 facta. fol. 160.
188.00E.001 GoD grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine,
188.00E.002 Thou, who dost, best friend, in best things outshine;
188.00E.003 May thy soul, ever chearfull, nere know cares,
188.00E.004 Nor thy life, ever lively, know gray haires.
188.00E.005 Nor thy hand, ever open, know base holds,
188.00E.006 Nor thy purse, ever plump, know pleits, or folds.
188.00E.007 Nor thy tongue, ever true, know a false thing,
188.00E.008 Nor thy word, ever mild, know quarrelling.
188.00E.009 Nor thy works, ever equall, know disguise,
188.00E.010 Nor thy fame, ever pure, know contumelies.
188.00E.011 Nor thy prayers, know low objects, still Divine;
188.00E.012 God grant thee thine own wish, & grant thee mine.
189.00B.HE1 To Mr Tilman after he had taken orders.
189.00B.001 Thou, whose diviner soule hath caus'd thee now
189.00B.002 To put thy hand unto the holy Plough,
189.00B.003 Making Lay-scornings of the Ministry,
189.00B.004 Not an impediment, but victory;
189.00B.005 What bringst thou home with thee? how is thy mind
189.00B.006 Affected since the vintage? Dost thou finde
189.00B.007 New thoughts and stirrings in thee? and as Steele
189.00B.008 Toucht with a Loadstone, dost new motions feele?
189.00B.009 Or, as a Ship after much paine and care,
189.00B.010 For Iron and Cloth brings home rich Indian ware,
189.00B.011 Hast thou thus traffiqu'd, but with farre more gaine
189.00B.012 Of noble goods, and with lesse time and paine?
189.00B.013 Thou art the same materials, as before,
189.00B.014 Onely the stampe is changed; but no more.
189.00B.015 And as new crowned Kings alter the face,
189.00B.016 But not the monies substance; so hath grace
189.00B.017 Chang'd onely Gods old Image by Creation,
189.00B.018 To Chists new stampe, at this thy Coronation;
189.00B.019 Or, as we paint Angels with wings, because
189.00B.020 They beare Gods message, and proclaime his lawes,
189.00B.021 Since thou must doe the like, and so must move,
189.00B.022 Art thou new feather'd with coelestiall love?
189.00B.023 Deare, tell me where thy purchase lies, and shew
189.00B.024 What thy advantage is above, below.
189.00B.025 But if thy gainings doe surmount expression,
189.00B.026 Why doth the foolish world scorne that profession,
189.00B.027 Whose joyes passe speech? Why do they think unfit
189.00B.028 That Gentry should joyne families with it?
189.00B.029 As if their day were onely to be spent
189.00B.030 In dressing, Mistressing and complement;
189.00B.031 Alas poore joyes, but poorer men, whose trust
189.00B.032 Seemes richly placed in sublimed dust;
189.00B.033 (For, such are cloathes and beauty, which though gay,
189.00B.034 Are, at the best, but of sublimed clay)
189.00B.035 Let then the world thy calling disrespect,
189.00B.036 But goe thou on, and pitty their neglect.
189.00B.037 What function is so noble, as to bee
189.00B.038 Embassadour to God and destinie?
189.00B.039 To open life, to give kingdomes to more
189.00B.040 Than Kings give dignities; to keepe heavens doore?
189.00B.041 Maries prerogative was to beare Christ, so
189.00B.042 'Tis preachers to convey him, for they doe
189.00B.043 As Angels out of clouds, from Pulpits speake;
189.00B.044 And blesse the poore beneath, the lame, the weake.
189.00B.045 If then th'Astronomers, whereas they spie
189.00B.046 A new-found Starre, their Opticks magnifie,
189.00B.047 How brave are those, who with their Engine, can
189.00B.048 Bring man to heaven, and heaven againe to man?
189.00B.049 These are thy titles and preheminences,
189.00B.050 In whom must meet Gods graces, mens offences,
189.00B.051 And so the heavens which beget all things here,
189.00B.052 And the earth our mother, which these things doth eare
189.00B.053 Both these in thee, are in thy Calling knit,
189.00B.054 And make thee now a blest Hermaphrodite.
190.00A.HE1 A Hymne to Christ, at the Authors
190.00A.HE2 last going into Germany.
190.00A.001 In what torne ship soever I embarke,
190.00A.002 That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke;
190.00A.003 What sea soever swallow mee, that flood
190.00A.004 Shall be to mee an embleme of thy blood;
190.00A.005 Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise
190.00A.006 Thy face; yet through that maske I know those eyes,
190.00A.007 Which, though they turne away sometimes, They never will despise.
190.00A.008 I sacrifice this Iland unto thee,
190.00A.009 And all whom I lov'd there, and who lov'd mee;
190.00A.010 When I have put our seas twixt them and mee,
190.00A.011 Put thou thy seas betwixt my sinnes and thee.
190.00A.012 As the trees sap doth seeke the root below
190.00A.013 In winter, in my winter now I goe,
190.00A.014 Where none but thee, th'Eternall root Of true Love I may know.
190.00A.015 Nor thou nor thy religion dost controule,
190.00A.016 The amourousnesse of an harmonious Soule,
190.00A.017 But thou would'st have that love thy selfe: As thou
190.00A.018 Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now,
190.00A.019 Thou lov'st not, till from loving more, thou free
190.00A.020 My soule: Who ever gives, takes libertie:
190.00A.021 O, if thou car'st not whom I love Alas, thou lov'st not mee.
190.00A.022 Seale then this bill of my Divorce to All,
190.00A.023 On whom those fainter beames of love did fall;
190.00A.024 Marry those loves, which in youth scattered bee
190.00A.025 On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee.
190.00A.026 Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light:
190.00A.027 To see God only, I goe out of sight:
190.00A.028 And to scape stormy dayes, I chuse An Everlasting night.
191.00B.HE1 Vpon the translation of the Psalmes by Sir Phi-
191.00B.HE2 lip Sydney, and the Countesse of Pembroke
191.00B.HE3 his Sister.
191.00B.001 Eternall God, (for whom who ever dare
191.00B.002 Seeke new expressions, doe the Circle square,
191.00B.003 And thrust into strait corners of poore wit
191.00B.004 Thee, who art cornerlesse and infinite)
191.00B.005 I would but blesse thy Name, not name thee now;
191.00B.006 (And thy gifts are as infinite as thou:)
191.00B.007 Fixe we our prayses therefore on this one,
191.00B.008 That, as thy blessed Spirit fell upon
191.00B.009 These Psalmes first Author in a cloven tongue;
191.00B.010 (For 'twas a double power by which he sung
191.00B.011 The highest matter in the noblest forme;)
191.00B.012 So thou hast cleft that spirit, to performe
191.00B.013 That worke againe, and shed it, here, upon
191.00B.014 Two, by their bloods, and by thy Spirit one;
191.00B.015 A Brother and a Sister, made by thee
191.00B.016 The Organ, where thou art the Harmony.
191.00B.017 Two that make one Iohn Baptists holy voyce,
191.00B.018 And who that Psalme, Now let the Iles rejoyce,
191.00B.019 Have both translated, and apply'd it too,
191.00B.020 Both told us what, and taught us how to doe.
191.00B.021 They shew us Ilanders our joy, our King,
191.00B.022 They tell us why, and teach us how to sing.
191.00B.023 Make all this All, 3 Quires, heaven, earth, & sphears;
191.00B.024 The first, Heaven, hath a song, but no man heares,
191.00B.025 The Spheares have Musick, but they have no tongue,
191.00B.026 Their harmony is rather danc'd than sung;
191.00B.027 But our third Quire, to which the first gives eare,
191.00B.028 (For, Angels learne by what the Church does heare)
191.00B.029 This Quire hath all. The Organist is hee
191.00B.030 Who hath tun'd God and Man, the Organ we:
191.00B.031 The songs are these, which heavens high holy Muse
191.00B.032 Whisper'd to David, David to the Iewes:
191.00B.033 And Davids Successors, in holy zeale,
191.00B.034 In formes of joy and art doe re-reveale
191.00B.035 To us so sweetly and sincerely too,
191.00B.036 That I must not rejoyce as I would doe
191.00B.037 When I behold that these Psalmes are become
191.00B.038 So well attyr'd abroad, so ill at home,
191.00B.039 So well in Chambers, in thy Church so ill,
191.00B.040 As I can scarce call that reform'd, untill
191.00B.041 This be reform'd; Would a whole State present
191.00B.042 A lesser gift than some one man hath sent?
191.00B.043 And shall our Church, unto our Spouse and King
191.00B.044 More hoarse, more harsh than any other, sing?
191.00B.045 For that we pray, we praise thy name for this,
191.00B.046 Which, by thy Moses and this Miriam, is
191.00B.047 Already done; and as those Psalmes we call
191.00B.048 (Though some have other Authors) Davids all:
191.00B.049 So though some have, some may some Psalmes translate,
191.00B.050 We thy Sydnean Psalmes shall celebrate,
191.00B.051 And, till we come th'Extemporall song to sing,
191.00B.052 (Learn'd the first hower, that we see the King,
191.00B.053 Who hath translated those translators) may
191.00B.054 These their sweet learned labours, all the way
191.00B.055 Be as our tuning, that, when hence we part
191.00B.056 We may fall in with them, and sing our part
192.00B.HE1 Hymne to God my God, in my sicknesse.
192.00B.001 Since I am comming to that Holy roome,
192.00B.002 Where, with thy Quire of Saints for evermore,
192.00B.003 I shall be made thy Musique; As I come
192.00B.004 I tune the Instrument here at the dore,
192.00B.005 And what I must doe then, thinke here before.
192.00B.006 Whilst my Physitians by their love are growne
192.00B.007 Cosmographers, and I their Mapp, who lie
192.00B.008 Flat on this bed, that by them may be showne
192.00B.009 That this is my South-west discoverie
192.00B.010 Per fretum febris, by these streights to die,
192.00B.011 I joy, that in these straits, I see my West;
192.00B.012 For, though those currants yeeld returne to none,
192.00B.013 What shall my West hurt me? As West and East
192.00B.014 In all flatt Maps (and I am one) are one,
192.00B.015 So death doth touch the Resurrection.
192.00B.016 Is the Pacifique Sea my home? Or are
192.00B.017 The Easterne riches? Is Ierusalem?
192.00B.018 Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltare.
192.00B.019 All streights, and none but streights are wayes to them,
192.00B.020 Whether where Iaphet dwelt, or Cham, or Sem.
192.00B.021 We thinke that Paradise and Calvarie,
192.00B.022 Christs Crosse, & Adams tree, stood in one place;
192.00B.023 Looke Lord, and finde both Adams met in me;
192.00B.024 As the first Adams sweat surrounds my face,
192.00B.025 May the last Adams blood my soule embrace.
192.00B.026 So, in his purple wrapp'd receive mee Lord,
192.00B.027 By these his thornes give me his other Crowne;
192.00B.028 And as to others soules I preach'd thy word,
192.00B.029 Be this my Text, my Sermon to mine owne,
192.00B.030 Therfore that he may raise the Lord throws down.
193.00A.HE1 A Hymne to God the Father.
193.00A.001 Wilt thou forgive that sinne where I begunne,
193.00A.002 which was my sin, though it were done before?
193.00A.003 Wilt thou forgive that sinne; through which I runne,
193.00A.004 And do run still: though still I do deplore?
193.00A.005 When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
193.00A.006 For, I have more.
193.00A.007 Wilt thou forgive that sinne which I have wonne
193.00A.008 Others to sinne? and, made my sinne their doore?
193.00A.009 Wilt thou forgive that sinne which I did shunne
193.00A.010 A yeare, or two: but wallowed in, a score?
193.00A.011 When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
193.00A.012 For I have more.
193.00A.013 I have a sinne of feare, that when I have spunne
193.00A.014 My last thred, I shall perish on the shore;
193.00A.015 But sweare by thy selfe, that at my death thy sonne
193.00A.016 Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
193.00A.017 And, having done that, Thou haste done,
193.00A.018 I feare no more.
194.00Z.HE1 Epigraph in Deaths Dvell.
194.00Z.001 Corporis haec Animae sit Syndon, Syndon Iesu
195.010.001 QVO PERGAS, VIATOR, NON HABES:
195.010.002 AD GADES OMNIVM VENISTI; ETIAM ET AD TVAS:
195.010.003 HIC IACES, SI PROBVS ES, IPSE;
195.010.004 IPSA ETENIM HIC IACET PROBITAS,
195.010.007 CVM, VT IN PVLCHRITVDINE, ET INNOCENTIA
195.010.008 ANGELOS AEMVLATA STRENVE FVERAT, ID ET IN HOC PRAESTARE NISA EST,
195.010.009 VT SINE SEXV DEGERET;
195.010.010 IDEOQUE CORPVS INTACTVM, QVA FACTVM EST INTEGRITATE,
195.010.011 (PARADISVM SINE SERPENTE,)
195.010.012 DEO REDDERE VOLVIT,
195.010.013 QVAE NEC ADEO AVLAE SPLENDORIBVS ALLICEFACTA, VT A SEMET EXVLARET,
195.010.014 NEC ADEO SIBIMET COENOBIVM FACTA, VT SE SOCIETATI DENEGARET,
195.010.015 NEC OB CORPORIS, FORTVNAEVE DOTES, MINVS IN ANIMO DOTATA,
195.010.016 NEC OB LINGVARVM PERITIAM, MINVS TACITVRNA,
195.010.017 VITAM, MORTEMVE NEC PERTAESA, NEC INSECTATA,
195.010.018 SINE REMIS, SINE REMORIS,
195.010.019 DEVM DVCTOREM SEQVTA
195.010.020 HVNC PORTVM POST XV FERE ANNOS ASSEQVTA,
195.010.021 ROB: DRVRI EQ: AVR: ET ANNA VXOR,
195.010.022 VNICA FILIA, ITAQUE ET IPSO PARENTVM NOMINE SPOLIATI,
195.010.023 HOC MONVMENTVM EXTRVENDO,
195.010.024 FILIAE SVAE (EHEV, DEPERDITAE) ALIQVANTILLA PRAESENTIA,
195.010.025 LVCTVOSISSIMAE SVAE ORBITATI BLANDIVNTVR;
195.010.027 ANI: AETAT: XVI MENSE Xo, ET SVI IESV CIC%I IC%I CX.
196.015.001 ROBERTI DRVRI
196.015.002 QVO VIX ALTER EIVS ORDINIS MAIORIBVS MAIORIBVS ORTVS
196.015.003 CVM NEC EPHAEBOS EXCESSERAT,
196.015.004 NEC VESTEM DE PATERNA MORTE LVGVBREM EXVERAT,
196.015.005 EQVIT: AVR: HONORE, (NEC ID DOMI,
196.015.006 SED OBSIDIONE RHOTOMAGENSI) Ao 1591 INSIGNITI,
196.015.008 ET BELLICAE EXPEDITIONES
196.015.009 ET EXTERAE PEREGRINATIONES
196.015.010 ET AVLICAE OCCVPATIONES,
196.015.011 SATIS, (IPSA INVIDIA, QVA SAEPE TACTVS, FRACTVS NVMQVAM, TESTE) INSTRVXERANT
196.015.012 TAM AD EXERCITVS DVCENDOS
196.015.013 QVAM AD LEGATIONES PERAGENDAS
196.015.014 AVT RES CIVILES PERTRACTANDAS,
196.015.015 IAM Ao SVO 40:. ET SVI IESV 1615
196.015.016 ANIMA, SVMMA CONSTANTIA, EACQUE CHRISTIANA, DEO TRADITA
196.015.017 BONORVM BONA PARTE PAVPERIBVS
196.015.018 V, ANTE FEBREM, QVA CORREPTVS ANNIS (IDQUE PERENNITER) EROGATA
196.015.019 CORPVS, OLIM SPIRITVS STI TEMPLVM,
196.015.020 ANIMAE POSTLIMINIO REDDENDVM
196.015.021 TERRAE POSTLIMINIO REDDI
196.015.022 HOC LOCO CVRAVIT
196.015.023 ANNA VXOR
196.015.024 NEC INFAECVNDA NEC MATER TAMEN
196.015.025 DOROTHEAE. ET ELIZABETHAE, FILIARVM, ORBA
196.015.026 ILLVSTRI FAMILIA BACON ORIVNDA,
196.015.027 CVI VNICE, HOC DEDIT DEVS STIRPI,
196.015.028 VT PATER ET FILIVS, EODEM MVNERE, EOQUE SVMMO, FVNGERENTVR
196.015.029 NICOLAO PATRE SIGILLI CVSTODE
196.015.030 FRANCISCO FILIO CANCELLARIO
196.015.032 OFFICIO, ERGA DEFVNCTVM PIE, PIE FVNCTA,
196.015.033 HOC QVOD RESTAT, SAXI SPATIVM
196.015.034 QVAE DE IPSA DICENDA ERVNT, INSERENDIS,
196.015.035 (ITA VELIT DEVS, ITA VELINT ILLI,)
196.015.036 POSTERIS RELIQVIT.
197.F01.002 Georgij More de Filiae
197.F01.003 Roberti Lothesley Soror:
197.F01.004 Willelmj Equit: Nept:
197.F01.005 Christophorj Aurat: Pronept:
197.F01.006 Faeminae Lectissimae, dilectissimaeque;
197.F01.007 Coniugi charissimae, castissimaequeQ;
197.F01.008 Matrj Piissimae, Indulgentissimaeque;
197.F01.009 xv annis in coniugio transactis,
197.F01.010 vii post xiim Partum (quorum vii superstant) dies
197.F01.011 Immani febre correptae,
197.F01.012 (Quod hoc saxum farj iussit
197.F01.013 Ipse, prae dolore Infans)
197.F01.014 Maritus (miserrimum dictu) olim charae charus
197.F01.015 Cineribus cineres spondet suos
197.F01.016 Nouo matrimonio (annuat Deus) hoc loco sociandos
197.F01.017 Iohannes Donne
197.F01.018 Sacr: Theolog: Profess:
197.F01.020 Ao xxxiiio AEtat: suae et sui Iesu
197.F01.021 CIC%I D C xviio
197.F01.022 Aug: xv.
198.LL1.001 In Bibliotheca Hospitj Lincoln: London:
198.LL1.002 Celeberrimi, in Vrbe, in Orbe
198.LL1.003 Iuris Municipalis Professorum, Collegj,
198.LL1.004 Reponi voluit, (petjt potius)
198.LL1.005 Haec Sex, in vniuersas Scripturas, Volumina,
198.LL1.006 Sacrae Theologiae Professor
198.LL1.007 Serenissmo Munifientiss:mo
198.LL1.008 Regi Iacobo
198.LL1.009 A Sacris
198.LL1.010 Ioannes Donne.
198.LL1.011 Qui huc, in prima iuuentute, ad perdiscendas leges, missus
198.LL1.012 Ad alia, tam studia, quam negotia, et peregrinationes deflectens,
198.LL1.013 Inter quae tamen nunqm studia Theologica intermiserat,
198.LL1.014 Post multos annos, Agente spiritu Sto, suadente Rege
198.LL1.015 Ad Ordines Sacros euectus,
198.LL1.016 Munere suo, frequenter et strenue hoc loco concionandi
198.LL1.017 Per quinque annos functus,
198.LL1.018 Noui Sacelli primis Saxis sua manu positis
198.LL1.019 & ultimis fere paratis,
198.LL1.020 Ad Decanatum Ecclesiae Cathedr: S: Pauli, London:
198.LL1.021 A Rege (cui benedicat Domin9)
198.LL1.022 Migrare iussus est
198.LL1.023 Ao Lo AEtat: Suae, & sui Iesv
199.C11.001 In propria venit, nec sui eum receperunt. Jo: i. ii.
199.C11.002 qd enim de Christo dictum, de omni Christiano
199.C11.003 dicere licet;
199.C11.004 Omnia enim uestra sunt. 1.Cor:3.22.
199.C11.005 Annuat Deus Opt: Max: ut apud omnes, hanc inveniat
199.C11.006 Communionem Sanctorum, vir iste Ornatiss: Doctiss:que
199.C11.007 Michael Corvinus Hungaris: quam ei in aedibus
199.C11.008 Paulinis, suisque, London: offert spondetque
199.C11.009 Ioannes Donne: ibidem Decanus.
199.C11.010 Sept: 17. 1623.
200.021.001 IOHANNES DONNE
200.021.002 SAC: THEOL: PROFESS
200.021.003 POST VARIA STVDIA QVIBVS AB
200.021.004 ANNIS TENERRIMIS FIDELITER NEC
200.021.005 INFELICITER INCVBVIT INSTINCTV
200.021.006 ET IMPVLSV SPIR: SC~TI MONI-
200.021.007 -TV ET HORTATV REGIS IAC-
200.021.008 -OBI ORDINES SACROS AMPLEX-
200.021.009 -VS ANNO SVI IESV 1614
200.021.010 ET SVAE AETAT 42 DECANATV
200.021.011 HVIVS ECCLESAE INDVTVS 27o
200.021.012 NOVEMB: 1621 EXVTVS MORTE
200.021.013 VLTIMO DIE MARTII Ao 1631.
200.021.014 HIC LICET IN OCCIDVO CINERE
200.021.015 ASPICIT EVM CVIVS NOMEN
200.021.016 EST ORIENS
201.20a.HE1 Stationes, siue Periodi in Morbo, ad quas referuntur Meditationes sequentes.
201.20a.001 1 INsultus Morbi primus;
201.20a.002 2 Post, Actio laesa;
201.20a.003 3 Decubitus sequitur tandem;
201.20a.004 4 Medicusque vocatur;
201.20a.005 5 Solus adest; 6 Metuit;
201.20a.006 7 Socios sibi iungier instat;
201.20a.007 8 Et Rex ipse suum mittit;
201.20a.008 9 Medicamina scribunt;
201.20a.009 10 Lente & Serpenti sata-
201.20a.010 gunt occurrere Morbo.
201.20a.011 11 Nobilibusque trahunt,
201.20a.012 a cincto corde, venenum,
201.20a.013 Succis, & Gemmis; &
201.20a.014 quae Generosa, ministrant
201.20a.015 Ars, & Natura, instillant;
201.20a.016 12 Spirante Columba,
201.20a.017 Supposita pedibus, reuocan-
201.20a.018 tur ad ima vapores;
201.20a.019 13 Atque Malum Genium,
201.20a.020 numeroso stigmate, fassus,
201.20a.021 Pellitur ad pectus, Morbique
201.20a.022 Suburbia, Morbus:
201.20a.023 14 Idque notant Criticis,
201.20a.024 Medici, euenisse diebus.
201.20a.025 15 Interea insomnes Noctes
201.20a.026 ego duco, Diesque:
201.20a.027 16 Et properare meum, cla-
201.20a.028 mant, e turre propinqua
201.20a.029 Obstreperae Campanae, alio-
201.20a.030 rum in funere, funus.
201.20a.031 17 Nunc lento sonitu dicunt,
201.20a.032 Morieris; 18 At inde,
201.20a.033 Mortuus es, sonitu celeri,
201.20a.034 pulsuque agitato.
201.20a.035 19 Oceano tandem emenso,
201.20a.036 aspicienda resurgit
201.20a.037 Terra; vident, iustis, Medici,
201.20a.038 iam cocta mederi
201.20a.039 Se posse, indicijs; 20 Id agunt;
201.20a.040 21 Atque annuit Ille,
201.20a.041 Qui per eos clamat, linquas
201.20a.042 iam Lazare lectum;
201.20a.043 22 Sit Morbi Fomes tibi
201.20a.044 Cura; 23 Metusque Relabi.
202a.8a.001 Auersa facie Ianum referre,
202f.8a.001 operoso tramite scandent
202f.8a.002 Aethereum montem, tangens vicinia solis,
202f.8a.003 Hymnos ad Phoebi plectrum modulatur Alauda:
202f.8a.004 Compressis velis, tandem vt remearet, alarum,
202f.8a.005 Tam subito recidit, vt saxum segnius ijsset.
202l.8a.001 Tanto fragore boatuque,
202l.8a.002 Vt nec sulphureus puluis, quo tota Britanna
202l.8a.003 Insula, per nimbos Lunam volitasset ad imam,
202l.8a.004 Si cum substratus Camerae, conceperat ignem,
202l.8a.005 AEquando fremeret nostro fragore boatuque.
202h.8a.001 Aut plumam, aut paleam, quae fluminis innatat ori,
202h.8a.002 Cum ventum ad pontem fuerit, qua fornice transit
202h.8a.003 Angusto flumen, reijci tumide querepelli;
202h.8a.004 Duxerat at postquam choreas, atque orbibus vndae
202h.8a.005 Luserat, a liquidis laqueis, & faucibus hausta,
202h.8a.006 Fluminis in gremium tandem cedit, reditumque
202h.8a.007 Desperat spectator scaenae;
202i.8a.001 Qualis hesterno madefacta rore,
202i.8a.002 Et nouo tandem tepefacta sole,
202i.8a.003 Excutit somnum, Tremulam Coronam
202i.8a.004 Erigit Herba,
202i.8a.005 Quae prius languens, recidens, recurua,
202i.8a.006 Osculum terrae dederat, Iubarque
202i.8a.007 Denegatum tamdiu, nunc refulgens
202i.8a.008 Solis anhelat.
202j.9a.001 Resemble Ianus with a diuerse face,
202k.9a.001 My little wandring sportful Soule,
202k.9a.002 Ghest, and Companion of my body
202d.9a.001 The Larke by busie and laborious wayes,
202d.9a.002 Hauing climb'd vp th'etheriall hill, doth raise
202d.9a.003 His Hymnes to Phoebus Harpe, And striking then
202d.9a.004 His sailes, his wings, doth fall downe backe agen
202d.9a.005 So suddenly, that one may safely say
202d.9a.006 A stone came lazily, that came that way,
202e.9a.001 With so great noise and horror,
202e.9a.002 That had that powder taken fire, by which
202e.9a.003 All the Isle of Britaine had flowne to the Moone,
202e.9a.004 It had not equalled this noise and horror.
202g.9a.001 That the least peece which thence doth fall,
202g.9a.002 Will doe one as much good as all.
202b.9a.001 Feathers or strawes swimme on the waters face,
202b.9a.002 Brought to the bridge, where through a narrow place
202b.9a.003 The water passes, throwne backe, and delai'd;
202b.9a.004 And hauing daunc'd a while, and nimbly plai'd
202b.9a.005 Vpon the watry circles, Then haue bin
202b.9a.006 By the streames liquid snares, and iawes, suck'd in
202b.9a.007 And suncke into the wombe of that swolne bourne,
202b.9a.008 Leaue the beholder desperate of returne:
202c.9a.001 As a flower wet with last nights dew, and then
202c.9a.002 Warm'd with the new Sunne, doth shake of agen
202c.9a.003 All drowsinesse, and raise his trembling Crowne,
202c.9a.004 Which crookedly did languish, and stoope downe
202c.9a.005 To kisse the earth, and panted now to finde
202c.9a.006 Those beames return'd, which had not long time shin'd,
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