Evgenia Or Trve Nobilities Trance; For The Most Memorable Death, of The Thrice Noble And Religiovs; William Lord Rvssel, &c. Divided into foure Vigils of the Night. By Geo. Chapman |
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Vigilia secunda.
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Vigilia secunda.
When by diuine presage, this god-like Lord
Felt health decline: and knew she gaue the word,
Through all his powrs; to make a guard, for death,
Frends helthfell (sleighting still what followeth)
Nobly perswaded (as themselues would be
Toucht with the like effects of maladie,
That his conceipt of weakenesse was too strong.
He askt them, why they wisht him to prolong
His needefull resolution to die;
As if t'were fit to feare felicitie,
Or that he doubted it; And all the chere
The hearty Scriptures did inuite to, were
Serud vp in painted dishes; and to make
(Onely for fashion) sicke men, sit, and take,
And seeme to eate to; though but as their banes,
Onely to die accounted Christians.
Hungry, to heauens feast come, and cheerefully
Eate what you wish; Ile teach ye all to die:
If ye beleeue, expresse it in your liues
That best appeare in death; gainst whom who striues
Would, faithlesse, and most reasonlesse denie
All lawes of Nature, and Necessitie.
No fraile thing, simply is; No Flesh nor blood
Pertakes with Essence; All the flitting flood
Of natures mortall; Birth and death doe tosse
Vpwards and downewards, euer at a losse;
Humaine Births euer are, and neuer stay,
Still in mutation; we die euery day:
Ridiculous are we then, in one death flying,
That dead so often are; and euer dying.
Ye feare your owne shades; they are fooles that make
Deaths forme so ougelie, and remembrance take
Of their dissoluing by so foule a sight,
When death presents the faire of heauenly light.
The ghostly forme, that in this world we leaue.
When death dissolues vs; wise men should conceiue
Showes well, what life is; farre from figuring death:
Am I this truncke? It is my painted sheath:
As braue young men, thinke they are, what they weare;
So these, encourage men, with what they feare.
Felt health decline: and knew she gaue the word,
Frends helthfell (sleighting still what followeth)
Nobly perswaded (as themselues would be
Toucht with the like effects of maladie,
That his conceipt of weakenesse was too strong.
He askt them, why they wisht him to prolong
His needefull resolution to die;
As if t'were fit to feare felicitie,
Or that he doubted it; And all the chere
The hearty Scriptures did inuite to, were
Serud vp in painted dishes; and to make
(Onely for fashion) sicke men, sit, and take,
And seeme to eate to; though but as their banes,
Onely to die accounted Christians.
Hungry, to heauens feast come, and cheerefully
Eate what you wish; Ile teach ye all to die:
If ye beleeue, expresse it in your liues
That best appeare in death; gainst whom who striues
Would, faithlesse, and most reasonlesse denie
All lawes of Nature, and Necessitie.
No fraile thing, simply is; No Flesh nor blood
Pertakes with Essence; All the flitting flood
Of natures mortall; Birth and death doe tosse
Vpwards and downewards, euer at a losse;
Humaine Births euer are, and neuer stay,
Still in mutation; we die euery day:
Ridiculous are we then, in one death flying,
That dead so often are; and euer dying.
Ye feare your owne shades; they are fooles that make
Deaths forme so ougelie, and remembrance take
Of their dissoluing by so foule a sight,
When death presents the faire of heauenly light.
When death dissolues vs; wise men should conceiue
Showes well, what life is; farre from figuring death:
Am I this truncke? It is my painted sheath:
As braue young men, thinke they are, what they weare;
So these, encourage men, with what they feare.
Make death an Angell, skaling, of a heauen
And croune him with the Asterisme of seauen;
To show he is the death of deadly sinnes:
A rich spring make his Robe, since he begins
Our endlesse Summer: let his shoulders spring
Both the sweete Cupids, for his either wing,
Since loue, and ioy in death, to heauen vs bring:
Hang on the Iuorie Brawne of his right arme,
A bunch of goulden keis; his left a swarme
Of thriftie Bees, in token we haue done
The yeare, our lifes toile, and our fruites haue shone
In hoonnie of our good workes, labord here:
Before his flaming bosome, let him weare
A shining Christall; since through him we see
The louely forms of our felicitie.
His thighes make, both the heauen-supporting Poles,
Since he sustaines heauen, storing it, with soules.
His left hand, let a plenties horne extend:
His right, a booke to contemplate our end:
And croune him with the Asterisme of seauen;
To show he is the death of deadly sinnes:
A rich spring make his Robe, since he begins
Our endlesse Summer: let his shoulders spring
Both the sweete Cupids, for his either wing,
Since loue, and ioy in death, to heauen vs bring:
Hang on the Iuorie Brawne of his right arme,
A bunch of goulden keis; his left a swarme
Of thriftie Bees, in token we haue done
The yeare, our lifes toile, and our fruites haue shone
In hoonnie of our good workes, labord here:
Before his flaming bosome, let him weare
A shining Christall; since through him we see
The louely forms of our felicitie.
His thighes make, both the heauen-supporting Poles,
Since he sustaines heauen, storing it, with soules.
His left hand, let a plenties horne extend:
His right, a booke to contemplate our end:
This forme, conceaue death beares, since truely this
In his effects, informes vs, what he is.
Who, in life, flies not, to inheritance giuen?
And, why not then, in death, t'inherit heauen?
Wrastlers for games, know they shall neuer be,
(Till their strife end, and they haue victorie)
Cround with their garlands, nor receiue their game,
And in our heauens strife, know not we the same?
Why striue we; not being certaine to obtaine
If we doe conquer? and because we gaine
Conquest in faith, why faint we? since therein
We lose both strife, and conquest? who will winne
Must lose in this strife; in deaths easie lists
Who yelds, subdues, he's conquerd, that resists.
In his effects, informes vs, what he is.
Who, in life, flies not, to inheritance giuen?
And, why not then, in death, t'inherit heauen?
Wrastlers for games, know they shall neuer be,
(Till their strife end, and they haue victorie)
Cround with their garlands, nor receiue their game,
Why striue we; not being certaine to obtaine
If we doe conquer? and because we gaine
Conquest in faith, why faint we? since therein
We lose both strife, and conquest? who will winne
Must lose in this strife; in deaths easie lists
Who yelds, subdues, he's conquerd, that resists.
Each morning, setting forth to your affaires,
These things commend ye, to our God in praiers:
Direct me, God, in all this daies expence
As thy necessitie of prouidence
Thinks fit for me: what euer way you leade
And point out for me; I will gladly dread;
So being, thy sonne, and pious; sticke, and goe
Compeld as slaue, and my impietie slow.
These things commend ye, to our God in praiers:
Direct me, God, in all this daies expence
As thy necessitie of prouidence
Thinks fit for me: what euer way you leade
And point out for me; I will gladly dread;
So being, thy sonne, and pious; sticke, and goe
Compeld as slaue, and my impietie slow.
And how most wretchedly shall those that beare
Authority, and swimme in riches here,
(Resisting death for them) be forc't in feare
To goe with him; when all they can oppose,
The insolent, and impotently lose?
Authority, and swimme in riches here,
(Resisting death for them) be forc't in feare
To goe with him; when all they can oppose,
The insolent, and impotently lose?
None of those men, that most spent oile and blood,
With studie for ioies fullest tast in good
In this life, euer could their longings fill,
Their reasons strayning through their bodies stil
Watrish and troubl'd; as through clouds and mists;
And wrestler like, rusht euer on their lists;
Too streight; and choak't with prease to comprehend
The strugling contemplation of their end.
With studie for ioies fullest tast in good
In this life, euer could their longings fill,
Their reasons strayning through their bodies stil
Watrish and troubl'd; as through clouds and mists;
And wrestler like, rusht euer on their lists;
Too streight; and choak't with prease to comprehend
The strugling contemplation of their end.
He that with God did wrestle, all in night;
Figurd our strife with truth here, for his light;
Which seene, through death, being but a touch ith thigh
Blessing both vs and our posteritie
Who would not wish death? touching feare to die
For my estates disposure (whose cares lie
Heauie on some mens hearts) my sure hope is
My sonne will make, my disposition, his:
Acquiting me of any cause to feare.
And (sonne) what of my constant hopes you heare
Make spurs to proue; that what I hope, you are,
I shall laue something worthy of your care:
Nor wast, nor labor the encrease too much,
Nor left your pleasure in their vse be such,
As at their most, their too much ioy may breede:
For you must suffer, the same naturall neede
Of parting from them, that you now beholde
Makes all my ioy in them, so deadly colde.
Let nothing seeme to you so full of merit,
As may inflame you with the greater spirit,
Nor no aduerse chance, stoope their height haire,
But in the height and depth of ech affaire,
Be still the same, and hold your owne entire,
Like heauen, in cloudes, or finest gould, in fire.
To rise and fall, for water is, and winde:
A man, all Center is, all stay, all minde,
The bodie onely, made her instrument:
And to her ends, in all acts must consent,
Without which order, all this life hath none,
But breeds the other lifes confusion.
Respect to things without vs, hinder this
In ward consent of our soules faculties.
Things outward therefore, thinke no further yours
Then they yeelde homage, to your inward powers,
In their obedience to your reasons vse,
Which for their order, deitie did infuse.
For when the hadpiest outside man, on earth
Weighs all his haps to ether, such a dearth
He shall finde in their plenty, euery way,
That if with solid iudgement he suruay
Their goodliest presence, he will one thought call
Of God, and a good conscience worth it all.
Nor doth th'imagind good, of ill so please
As that the best, and sweetest Images
Faind to himselfe thereof he can make end
In any true ioy, but doe euer tend
To ioy, and grieue at once: what most doth please
Ends in sence bodilie, or mindes disease.
Why then should ill, be chusd by policie,
When no where, he can finde vacuitie
Of cares, or labors? no where rests content
With his meere selfe? at no time findes vnbent,
No, nor, vndrawne, euen compasse, his rackt minde,
His bloody arrowes to, in euery kinde
Tugg'd to the head, and ceaselesse shot away,
At flying obiects, that make flight their stay?
Horde gould, heape honors vp, build towers to heauen,
Get Capps, and knees, make your obseruance euen
With and aboue Gods (as most great ones doe)
Vnlesse you settle, your affections to,
And to insatiate appetite impose
A glutted end, your selfe, from feares, and woes
Manfully freeing, as to men that pine
And burne with feuers, you fill cups of wine,
The cholerique, honie giue, and fulsome meate
On sicke men force, that at the daintiest sweate.
Who yet, their hurtfull tempers turnd to good,
Milde spirits generate, and gentle blood,
With restitution of their naturall heate;
Euen cheese and water cresses they will eate
With tast enough: so make but strong your minde,
With her fit rule; and cates of humblest kinde
You tast with height of pleasure, turning all
Perticular to the pleasure generall.
Learne to loue truely, good, and honest things,
And you shall finde there, wealth, and honors springs
Enabling you a priuate path to treade,
As well as life, in prease of Empire leade.
Those deedes become, one greatly Noble best,
That doe most good, and pinch his greatnesse lest,
That sore not high, nor yet their fethers pull;
Neuer superfluous, euer yet at full,
That to eternall ends, in chiefe aspire,
And nothing fit, without themselues require.
But these are neuer taught, till they be lou'd,
And we must teach their loue to; both being mou'd
With one impulsion; and a third to these
(Which is good life) doth from one doctrine rise.
Figurd our strife with truth here, for his light;
Which seene, through death, being but a touch ith thigh
Blessing both vs and our posteritie
For my estates disposure (whose cares lie
Heauie on some mens hearts) my sure hope is
My sonne will make, my disposition, his:
Acquiting me of any cause to feare.
And (sonne) what of my constant hopes you heare
Make spurs to proue; that what I hope, you are,
I shall laue something worthy of your care:
Nor wast, nor labor the encrease too much,
Nor left your pleasure in their vse be such,
As at their most, their too much ioy may breede:
For you must suffer, the same naturall neede
Of parting from them, that you now beholde
Makes all my ioy in them, so deadly colde.
Let nothing seeme to you so full of merit,
As may inflame you with the greater spirit,
Nor no aduerse chance, stoope their height haire,
But in the height and depth of ech affaire,
Be still the same, and hold your owne entire,
Like heauen, in cloudes, or finest gould, in fire.
To rise and fall, for water is, and winde:
A man, all Center is, all stay, all minde,
The bodie onely, made her instrument:
And to her ends, in all acts must consent,
Without which order, all this life hath none,
But breeds the other lifes confusion.
Respect to things without vs, hinder this
In ward consent of our soules faculties.
Things outward therefore, thinke no further yours
Then they yeelde homage, to your inward powers,
In their obedience to your reasons vse,
Which for their order, deitie did infuse.
Weighs all his haps to ether, such a dearth
He shall finde in their plenty, euery way,
That if with solid iudgement he suruay
Their goodliest presence, he will one thought call
Of God, and a good conscience worth it all.
Nor doth th'imagind good, of ill so please
As that the best, and sweetest Images
Faind to himselfe thereof he can make end
In any true ioy, but doe euer tend
To ioy, and grieue at once: what most doth please
Ends in sence bodilie, or mindes disease.
Why then should ill, be chusd by policie,
When no where, he can finde vacuitie
Of cares, or labors? no where rests content
With his meere selfe? at no time findes vnbent,
No, nor, vndrawne, euen compasse, his rackt minde,
His bloody arrowes to, in euery kinde
Tugg'd to the head, and ceaselesse shot away,
At flying obiects, that make flight their stay?
Horde gould, heape honors vp, build towers to heauen,
Get Capps, and knees, make your obseruance euen
With and aboue Gods (as most great ones doe)
Vnlesse you settle, your affections to,
And to insatiate appetite impose
A glutted end, your selfe, from feares, and woes
Manfully freeing, as to men that pine
And burne with feuers, you fill cups of wine,
The cholerique, honie giue, and fulsome meate
On sicke men force, that at the daintiest sweate.
Who yet, their hurtfull tempers turnd to good,
Milde spirits generate, and gentle blood,
Euen cheese and water cresses they will eate
With tast enough: so make but strong your minde,
With her fit rule; and cates of humblest kinde
You tast with height of pleasure, turning all
Perticular to the pleasure generall.
Learne to loue truely, good, and honest things,
And you shall finde there, wealth, and honors springs
Enabling you a priuate path to treade,
As well as life, in prease of Empire leade.
Those deedes become, one greatly Noble best,
That doe most good, and pinch his greatnesse lest,
That sore not high, nor yet their fethers pull;
Neuer superfluous, euer yet at full,
That to eternall ends, in chiefe aspire,
And nothing fit, without themselues require.
But these are neuer taught, till they be lou'd,
And we must teach their loue to; both being mou'd
With one impulsion; and a third to these
(Which is good life) doth from one doctrine rise.
Liberall, and seruile, we may teach all arts
Whose whole; some cut, into six hundred parts,
Which I admire, since th'art of good life lies
By none profest, and good mens fames that rise
From that arts doctrine, are as rarely seene
As Centaures, or sicilian Giants bene.
For Gods loue and good life yet, as too true
We proue, our bodies, meanes haue to imbue
Their powers with carnall loue; will any say
That God doth not as powerfull meanes conuay
For his works loue, into it as doth man
Into the body? the soule neuer can
In no propriety, loue her contrarie:
Life loues not death, nor death eternity:
Nor she that deathlesse is, what death doth claime:
If she then (by Gods grace) at Gods loue aime:
May she not meanes claime by his liberall word
(That promiseth his mercie will afford
His loue to all that loue him) to obtaine
That which she seekes therein, and hould the chaine
Of his infusion, that let downe from heauen
Can draw vp, euen the earth? the flesh is geuen
A liuer that formes loue; And hath not she
In all her powrs, one Christ-blest Facultie
To be her liuer, to informe his loue?
In all chiefe parts, that in the great world moue
Proportion and similitude, haue place,
With this our little world. The great worlds face
Inserted Starres hath, as lucifluent eies:
The sunne, doth with the heart analogife.
And through the world, his heate and light disperse.
As doth the heart through mans small vniuerse:
The two vast lineaments, the sea and earth
Are to the world, as to a humaine birth
The ventricle, and bladder, and the Moone,
Being interposd, betwixt the Earrh, and Sunne:
Is as the liuer, plac't betwixt the heart
And ventricle: if these then we conuert
To a resemblance, with our bodies powres:
Shall not our bodies Queene, this soule of ours,
For her vse finde, as seruiceable parts
In her commaund, with vse of all her Arts?
All which are liuers to inflame desire:
And Eagles eyes to take in three forck't fire,
(That doth the dazeling Trinitie intend)
T'inflame her loue thereof; In sacred end
Her selfe being th'Eagle; And the Queene of Kings,
That of our Kings King, beares beneath her wings
The dreadfull Thunder, the Almightie word;
All which (called fiction) with sure Truth accord.
Whose whole; some cut, into six hundred parts,
Which I admire, since th'art of good life lies
By none profest, and good mens fames that rise
From that arts doctrine, are as rarely seene
As Centaures, or sicilian Giants bene.
For Gods loue and good life yet, as too true
We proue, our bodies, meanes haue to imbue
Their powers with carnall loue; will any say
That God doth not as powerfull meanes conuay
For his works loue, into it as doth man
Into the body? the soule neuer can
Life loues not death, nor death eternity:
Nor she that deathlesse is, what death doth claime:
If she then (by Gods grace) at Gods loue aime:
May she not meanes claime by his liberall word
(That promiseth his mercie will afford
His loue to all that loue him) to obtaine
That which she seekes therein, and hould the chaine
Of his infusion, that let downe from heauen
Can draw vp, euen the earth? the flesh is geuen
A liuer that formes loue; And hath not she
In all her powrs, one Christ-blest Facultie
To be her liuer, to informe his loue?
In all chiefe parts, that in the great world moue
Proportion and similitude, haue place,
With this our little world. The great worlds face
Inserted Starres hath, as lucifluent eies:
The sunne, doth with the heart analogife.
And through the world, his heate and light disperse.
As doth the heart through mans small vniuerse:
The two vast lineaments, the sea and earth
Are to the world, as to a humaine birth
The ventricle, and bladder, and the Moone,
Being interposd, betwixt the Earrh, and Sunne:
Is as the liuer, plac't betwixt the heart
And ventricle: if these then we conuert
To a resemblance, with our bodies powres:
Shall not our bodies Queene, this soule of ours,
For her vse finde, as seruiceable parts
In her commaund, with vse of all her Arts?
All which are liuers to inflame desire:
And Eagles eyes to take in three forck't fire,
T'inflame her loue thereof; In sacred end
Her selfe being th'Eagle; And the Queene of Kings,
That of our Kings King, beares beneath her wings
The dreadfull Thunder, the Almightie word;
All which (called fiction) with sure Truth accord.
But if men may, teach all arts else but this
Art of good life; (that all their subiect is,
And obiect to in this life; And for which
Both Earth and Heauen, so faire are and so rich;
Yet this must needes want for me and discipline,
Reason, and stay: and only fortune shine
In her composure,) O want wise men eyes.
To see in what suds, all their learning lyes?
Not such as learne not: but as teach not right
Are chiefly blamefull. Good life takes her light
From her owne flame: He that will teach an art,
Must first performe himselfe the leading part.
Who kindles fire without fire? He that striues
Without his owne good life, to forme good liues;
Motions that all the sacred Booke affords
But Conjurations makes, with holy words;
That of the Tempter sauour, more then God:
Temptations; Not perswasions brings abrode;
With Tempests, thinks to conjure quick, dead coales,
Torments, not Comforts, sick, and dying Soules.
And as the windes, all met at wofull fires
Kindl'd in Cities; stuffe with all their Ires
Their puft-vp cheekes; Tosse flames from house to house;
And neuer leaue till their drie Rage Carouse
A whole Townes life-bloud, in a generall flame;
Yet Tapers, Torches, all the lights men frame
For needefull vses, put directly out;
So, at the conflagration, that the rout
Of proude, and couetous zeales, hath so enrag'd,
In Gods deare Citie; Tempests still engag'd
In spleenefull controuersies, daily rise;
Cheekes euer puft with hollow pieties,
The wilde flames feeding, yet extinguish quite,
Of needfull good life; both the heat and light.
Gods loue, that both inflames, giuen all offence,
And heauens chaste Kingdome suffering violence.
Which they incense, and plie with batteries,
To point at it; and shew men where it is.
When he, his sparkling forehead euer showes
Where peace is crownd, and where no vapour blowes;
Where patience, milde humilitie, and loue;
Faith, and good workes, with douelike paces moue
Vnder the shadow of his starrie wings;
Proue all they owe him; Not with words, but things,
Contention, cleane puts out zeales quiet flame:
Truths doctrine rather should be taught with shame,
Then such proude honors, as her manners change:
Contempt, and pouertie, her battailes range;
Plaine, simple life, more propagate her birth,
Then all the policie, and pompe of earth.
There is a sweet in good life, that must goe
Arme in arme with it, which men should teach to.
The end that should in euery Teacher meet,
With his beginning; is to make good, sweet:
Who with meere arte, and place, good life doth plie,
Attempts with pride to teach humilitie.
Humilitie, Truths salt; and supple Spirit
That workes, and seasons all men borne t'inherit,
The Kingdome, on whose blest shore my foot now
Is gladly fixt; Let that then season you;
It makes, and crownes true Nobles, and commends.
Euen to felicitie, our births, and ends.
Art of good life; (that all their subiect is,
And obiect to in this life; And for which
Both Earth and Heauen, so faire are and so rich;
Yet this must needes want for me and discipline,
Reason, and stay: and only fortune shine
In her composure,) O want wise men eyes.
To see in what suds, all their learning lyes?
Not such as learne not: but as teach not right
Are chiefly blamefull. Good life takes her light
From her owne flame: He that will teach an art,
Must first performe himselfe the leading part.
Who kindles fire without fire? He that striues
Without his owne good life, to forme good liues;
Motions that all the sacred Booke affords
But Conjurations makes, with holy words;
That of the Tempter sauour, more then God:
Temptations; Not perswasions brings abrode;
With Tempests, thinks to conjure quick, dead coales,
Torments, not Comforts, sick, and dying Soules.
And as the windes, all met at wofull fires
Kindl'd in Cities; stuffe with all their Ires
Their puft-vp cheekes; Tosse flames from house to house;
And neuer leaue till their drie Rage Carouse
A whole Townes life-bloud, in a generall flame;
Yet Tapers, Torches, all the lights men frame
So, at the conflagration, that the rout
Of proude, and couetous zeales, hath so enrag'd,
In Gods deare Citie; Tempests still engag'd
In spleenefull controuersies, daily rise;
Cheekes euer puft with hollow pieties,
The wilde flames feeding, yet extinguish quite,
Of needfull good life; both the heat and light.
Gods loue, that both inflames, giuen all offence,
And heauens chaste Kingdome suffering violence.
Which they incense, and plie with batteries,
To point at it; and shew men where it is.
When he, his sparkling forehead euer showes
Where peace is crownd, and where no vapour blowes;
Where patience, milde humilitie, and loue;
Faith, and good workes, with douelike paces moue
Vnder the shadow of his starrie wings;
Proue all they owe him; Not with words, but things,
Contention, cleane puts out zeales quiet flame:
Truths doctrine rather should be taught with shame,
Then such proude honors, as her manners change:
Contempt, and pouertie, her battailes range;
Plaine, simple life, more propagate her birth,
Then all the policie, and pompe of earth.
There is a sweet in good life, that must goe
Arme in arme with it, which men should teach to.
The end that should in euery Teacher meet,
With his beginning; is to make good, sweet:
Who with meere arte, and place, good life doth plie,
Attempts with pride to teach humilitie.
Humilitie, Truths salt; and supple Spirit
That workes, and seasons all men borne t'inherit,
Is gladly fixt; Let that then season you;
It makes, and crownes true Nobles, and commends.
Euen to felicitie, our births, and ends.
Now threw the busie day, through humorous blood
Her sensuall stings, and strooke the heart from good.
Things outward, with the Mother of their Grace,
(The gawdie light) things inward quite out-face,
To this Pied worlds, austere, and woluish care,
All things meere trifles seeme, but those that are.
Eugenia, that from Fame might comfort take,
Let Trance still shut her eyes, and would not wake.
But heard all speech, like this worlds counsaile cares:
As if shee heard not, and betwixt her eares.
Twixt life, and death, shee lay still; This sowre sweet
That pietic ministers, doth neuer meet
With fit secretion, and refining here:
Being like hard fruit, whose true taste ends the yeere.
The most enforciue bare Relation
Of pious offices, is held but fashion:
Proude flesh, holds out, her customarie will,
And yeelds, resisting; Moues without a will
To comforts promist, and no bond but faith
For the performance, and her suretie death.
And this, euen in the weede Eugenia wore,
Of humane flesh, cleft like the shirt of gore
That figurde this lifes, Offall for the graue
And makes the Noblest that indues it, raue.
Her sensuall stings, and strooke the heart from good.
Things outward, with the Mother of their Grace,
(The gawdie light) things inward quite out-face,
To this Pied worlds, austere, and woluish care,
All things meere trifles seeme, but those that are.
Eugenia, that from Fame might comfort take,
Let Trance still shut her eyes, and would not wake.
But heard all speech, like this worlds counsaile cares:
As if shee heard not, and betwixt her eares.
Twixt life, and death, shee lay still; This sowre sweet
That pietic ministers, doth neuer meet
With fit secretion, and refining here:
Being like hard fruit, whose true taste ends the yeere.
The most enforciue bare Relation
Of pious offices, is held but fashion:
Proude flesh, holds out, her customarie will,
And yeelds, resisting; Moues without a will
To comforts promist, and no bond but faith
For the performance, and her suretie death.
And this, euen in the weede Eugenia wore,
Of humane flesh, cleft like the shirt of gore
That figurde this lifes, Offall for the graue
And makes the Noblest that indues it, raue.
Explicit Vigilia Secunda.
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