Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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 | Du Bartas |  |
Thus for the Bodie: Now, the Soule diuine
VVith This wilde Goose-Grasse of the Perusine
Hath Foure great Quarels, in foure-fold respect
Of her Foure Faculties; the Intellect,
The Memory, the Will, the Conscience;
All which are wronged, if not wounded, Thence.
VVith This wilde Goose-Grasse of the Perusine
Hath Foure great Quarels, in foure-fold respect
Of her Foure Faculties; the Intellect,
The Memory, the Will, the Conscience;
All which are wronged, if not wounded, Thence.
First, in the Intellect, it d'outs the Light,
Darkens the House, th'vnderstandings Sight;
Through neuer ceast succession of Humiditie,
The Dam of dulnesse, Mother of Stupiditie;
Making Mans generous Brain (best, dry and hot)
Lie drown'd, and driueling like a Changeling Sot.
Why then should Man, to put out Reason's Eye,
Suffer his Soule in Smoakie Lodge to lye?
For, though some others, and my Selfe by proofe
(When scornefully I tooke it but in Snuffe;
Haue thereby sometimes found some benefit;
Superfluous Humors from the Brain to quit,
To cleer the Voyce and cheere the Phantasie,
Which, for the present, it did seem supply:
Yet doth the Custome (as we likewise finde)
Dis-nerue the Bodie, and dis-apt the Minde.
Darkens the House, th'vnderstandings Sight;
Through neuer ceast succession of Humiditie,
The Dam of dulnesse, Mother of Stupiditie;
Making Mans generous Brain (best, dry and hot)
Lie drown'd, and driueling like a Changeling Sot.
Why then should Man, to put out Reason's Eye,
Suffer his Soule in Smoakie Lodge to lye?
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(When scornefully I tooke it but in Snuffe;
Haue thereby sometimes found some benefit;
Superfluous Humors from the Brain to quit,
To cleer the Voyce and cheere the Phantasie,
Which, for the present, it did seem supply:
Yet doth the Custome (as we likewise finde)
Dis-nerue the Bodie, and dis-apt the Minde.
Next; It decayes and mars the Memorie,
And brings it to strange Imbecillitie,
By still attraction of continuall Moist,
Which from the lower parts it wonts to hoist:
For, though best Memory dwel in a Brain.
Moist-moderate; Yet ouer-moist, againe
Makes it so laxe, so diffluent and thin,
That nothing can be firmely fixt there-in;
But instantly it slides and slips-away,
As weary heeles on wet and slippery Clay.
For Proofe whereof: None more forgetfull is
Of God and Good, than are Tobacconists.
And brings it to strange Imbecillitie,
By still attraction of continuall Moist,
Which from the lower parts it wonts to hoist:
For, though best Memory dwel in a Brain.
Moist-moderate; Yet ouer-moist, againe
Makes it so laxe, so diffluent and thin,
That nothing can be firmely fixt there-in;
But instantly it slides and slips-away,
As weary heeles on wet and slippery Clay.
For Proofe whereof: None more forgetfull is
Of God and Good, than are Tobacconists.
Touching th'Affections, they are tir'd no lesse
By This fell Tyrants insolent Excesse:
For, the Adustion of th'inherent Heat,
Drought, Acrimonie (Tartar-like) doth fret;
Makes men more sodain and more heed-less heady,
More sullen-sowr, more stubbornely vnsteady,
More apt to wrath to wrangle, and to braule;
To giue and take a Great Offence, for Small;
Cause-less Reioycing, and as cause-less Sory,
Exceeding-Mournefull, and excessiue-Merry:
Whence growes, in fine, excessiue Griefe and Fear;
For Dumpier none than the Tobacconer:
None sadder than the gladdest of their Host;
None hating more than hee that loued most;
None fearing more, none danted more than such
As, in a Passion, rather dar'd too-much.
For, Relatiues inseparable dwell:
And Contraries their Contraries expell.
And (with th'old Poet) Tis the Cox-combs Course,
Flying a Fault, to fall into a VVorse.
By This fell Tyrants insolent Excesse:
For, the Adustion of th'inherent Heat,
Drought, Acrimonie (Tartar-like) doth fret;
Makes men more sodain and more heed-less heady,
More sullen-sowr, more stubbornely vnsteady,
More apt to wrath to wrangle, and to braule;
To giue and take a Great Offence, for Small;
Cause-less Reioycing, and as cause-less Sory,
Exceeding-Mournefull, and excessiue-Merry:
Whence growes, in fine, excessiue Griefe and Fear;
For Dumpier none than the Tobacconer:
None sadder than the gladdest of their Host;
None hating more than hee that loued most;
None fearing more, none danted more than such
As, in a Passion, rather dar'd too-much.
For, Relatiues inseparable dwell:
And Contraries their Contraries expell.
And (with th'old Poet) Tis the Cox-combs Course,
Flying a Fault, to fall into a VVorse.
But if they say, that sometimes, taking it,
The Minde is fre'ed from some instant Fit
Of Anger, Griefe, or Feare; Experience tells
It is but like some of our Tooth-ake Spells,
Which for the present seem to ease the Pain,
But after, double it with more Rage again;
Because a little, for the time, it drawes,
But leaues behinde the very Root and Cause.
The Minde is fre'ed from some instant Fit
Of Anger, Griefe, or Feare; Experience tells
It is but like some of our Tooth-ake Spells,
Which for the present seem to ease the Pain,
But after, double it with more Rage again;
Because a little, for the time, it drawes,
But leaues behinde the very Root and Cause.
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Lastly, the Conscience (as it is the best)
This Indian Weed doth most of all molest;
Loading it daily with such Weight of Sin,
Whereof the least shall at the last com-in
To strict Account: the Losse of precious hours,
Neglect of God, of Good, of Vs, of Ours:
Our ill Example, prodigall Excess,
Vain Words, vain Oaths, Dice, Daring, Drunkenness,
Sloath, jesting, scoffing, turning Night to Day,
And Day to Night; Disorder, Disaray;
Places of Scorn and publick Scandall hanting;
Persons of base and beastly Life frequenting;
Theeves, Vnthrifts, Russians, Robbers, Roarers, Drabbers,
Bibbers, Blasphemers, Shifters, Sharkers, Stabbers:
This is the Rendez-vous, These are the Lists,
Where doo encounter most Tobacconists:
Wherein they walk, like a blinde Mill-horse, round
In the same Circle, on the self same ground;
Forgetting how, Daies, Months, and Yeers, doo passe;
No more regarding, than an Ox or Asse,
How Age growes on, how Death attendeth them,
God knowes how neer (Whom on each side behem
A late Repentance, or a flat Despair)
And after That, a noisom stinking Air
Of their infamous rotten Memory
With Men on Earth; in Heav'n with God on hie
A Fearfull Doom; and finally in Hell,
Infinity of Fiery Torments fell.
This Indian Weed doth most of all molest;
Loading it daily with such Weight of Sin,
Whereof the least shall at the last com-in
To strict Account: the Losse of precious hours,
Neglect of God, of Good, of Vs, of Ours:
Our ill Example, prodigall Excess,
Vain Words, vain Oaths, Dice, Daring, Drunkenness,
Sloath, jesting, scoffing, turning Night to Day,
And Day to Night; Disorder, Disaray;
Places of Scorn and publick Scandall hanting;
Persons of base and beastly Life frequenting;
Theeves, Vnthrifts, Russians, Robbers, Roarers, Drabbers,
Bibbers, Blasphemers, Shifters, Sharkers, Stabbers:
This is the Rendez-vous, These are the Lists,
Where doo encounter most Tobacconists:
Wherein they walk, like a blinde Mill-horse, round
In the same Circle, on the self same ground;
Forgetting how, Daies, Months, and Yeers, doo passe;
No more regarding, than an Ox or Asse,
How Age growes on, how Death attendeth them,
God knowes how neer (Whom on each side behem
A late Repentance, or a flat Despair)
And after That, a noisom stinking Air
Of their infamous rotten Memory
With Men on Earth; in Heav'n with God on hie
A Fearfull Doom; and finally in Hell,
Infinity of Fiery Torments fell.
The Last and Least of all TOBACCO-harms
Is to the Purse: which yet it so becharms,
That Iuggler-like it jests-out all the Pelf,
And makes a Man a Pick-purse to himself.
For, as by This, th'Iberian Argonauts
May bee suppos'd (even emong serious Thoughts)
T'have kill'd more Men than by their Martyrdom,
Or Massacre (which yet to Millions com)
So, by the Same they have vndon more Men,
Than Vsury (which takes from Hundred, Ten)
And no-where more than in This witched Isle:
Wo to their Frauds, Wo to vs Fools, the-while.
Is to the Purse: which yet it so becharms,
That Iuggler-like it jests-out all the Pelf,
And makes a Man a Pick-purse to himself.
For, as by This, th'Iberian Argonauts
May bee suppos'd (even emong serious Thoughts)
T'have kill'd more Men than by their Martyrdom,
Or Massacre (which yet to Millions com)
So, by the Same they have vndon more Men,
Than Vsury (which takes from Hundred, Ten)
And no-where more than in This witched Isle:
Wo to their Frauds, Wo to vs Fools, the-while.
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