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MICROCOSMOS.
THE DISCOVERY OF THE LITTLE VVORLD, VVITH the government thereof.
Dreaming on that which thou before had'st dōe
Being awake againe, thy Spirits rowze,
To make an end of what thou hast begun:
Be'ng rest-refresht therefore, now forwards run
With bright Apollo; (pray him be thy guide)
Vntill thou touch the Tropicke of Reason
Where VVisdome puts Plus vltra, there abide,
For past that point to passe, is passing pride.
And, had she way made in hir maine Carreere,
sh'would runne into that Light that none can see
Saue light of Lights, to feele the secrets there,
Which Angells wonder at, yet not come neere:
But Reas'ns conduct is nothing safe herein,
Therefore the VVill hath too iust cause of feare
Lest shee should runne into presumptuous sinne,
For which divinest Angells damn'd haue bin.
Our wisdoms highest pitch (God wot) is low:
But had they stood Hee had infus'd in all
His VVord, (selfe-VVisdome) which alone to know
Is to know all that VVisdomes selfe can showe:
But since, the state of things is so vnstay'd
That humane vvisedome stands it wotts not howe;
Vnsure in all; for Iudgment's oft betrai'd
In that which proofe before had well assai'd.
(All which (saue of the soule) can brooke no touch)
It rests that Reasons heasts wee doe fulfil,
To prosecute much more, or more then much,
That VVitt for VVill wil willingly avouch:
Th'al-giving Giver giveth al that liue
(His Creatures) such desires, and Natures such;
As for their good with good wil stil should striue,
And shun what ere should them of it depriue.
Pursue that good that doth their natures fitt.
To them for that (though they be nere so vile)
Is highest knowledge giv'n, and they vse it,
Thereby condemning both mans VVill, and VVitt:
And yet hath Man a (synn-peruerted) will
To seeke that good he knowes most 'requizit,
Who knowes & loues the good, yet takes the ill
Oft for the good, but for the evill stil.
So greater knowledge was in him infus'd;
With no lesse will, (were it not sinn withstood)
To seeke that Good; yet the will witt-abus'd
When it hath found it, is oft witt refus'd:
Vnhallowed sense, drown'd in that damned iuyce,
(Synnes Syder) from Eaues fatall: Apple bruiz'd,
(Be'ing deadly drunck) makes stil the worser choise,
Wherein (like Sow in mire) it doth reioyce.
Three kindes of Appetites, (there ay consorts)
Naturall, sensitive, and Voluntarie.
The first divided is into two sortes;
That's inclination voide of Sense or Soule,
To doe what the owne nature most importes:
As light things mount, and heavy downwards roule,
Which nature, Natures selfe cannot controule.
Which nerthelesse proceedeth not from sense;
To Vegetatiue Soules this, Nature gaue,
Which in Trees, Plants, and Grasse hath residence;
Who doe desire to sucke that influence
That feedes them, and avoides the contrary;
A plant will thirst for moistures confluence;
And draw to it all kinde humidity,
Retayning that it liues and prospers by.
Who wanting nutriment doe sucke the vaines;
The vaines doe sucke the bloud themselues to serue;
Thus each attracteth foode when neede constraines,
And all things living seeke the same with paines:
Hence we devide this naturall desire
Into two kindes, the one, each plant retaines,
The other, things which life doth sense-inspire,
As Man, and Beast, and what doth els respire.
Which fixt are in two places; That's to say
The liver, and the Stomacke; there doe meete
The forces of this Appetite to slay
With famine, or with foode fraile life to stay:
The sensitiue desire is two-fold too,
From sense the first, the last comes not that way,
The first, to ioy and griefe is fixed so,
That no force can it from the same vndoe.
This pow'r is plac'd, or in the Synewy skin;
And that the Synewes ioyes, or discontents,
That wel, or ill, affecteth them within:
By heate, or cold, they paine, or pleasure wyn,
As they to them are wel, or ill applied.
For sense and motion synewes made haue bin
That by them paine or pleasure should be tride,
And make our Bodies moue on ev'ry side.
Ne from the Phantazie doe they proceede,
For wil we, nil we, we shal hunger stil,
Whē food's with-drawn, that should our Bodies feed;
And we shal feele what sense affects with speede,
How ere the will or Phantazy impung;
We may abstaine from nurrishment in deede,
But then thereby much more for it we long,
And Flesh wil pine with paine, if hunger-stung.
Are forged by the thoughts or Phantazie;
These, discreete Nature in the hart doth couch,
Which be Affectes that lurke in secresie,
Be'ng motions of the hartes Hart properlie:
These wait on witt, and choose or else reiect
What it holds deerest, or doth most defie;
So VVitt's the cause, and they are the effect,
That loue, or loath, as witt doth them direct.
For their most knowledge is most sensuall;
Guided by Nature in their Brutishnesse,
Onely by inclination naturall,
Or this, or that way, without Reasons sway;
The vvitt and vvill their sense wee cannot cal,
Though sensuall will and witt we cal it may:
For man alone hath both to guide his way.
Is gott by Reason, and produc'd by vvill,
By it we are to good or ill inclin'd,
As Reason doomes of them by Iudgments skill:
Two actions hath the vvill in reason still,
By which we good embrace, and ill refuse,
Reason revealing what is good or ill,
Who rules hir not as though will could not choose,
But as one teaching Hir hir pow'r to vse.
Of Men, and Angells, God hath fixt his forme,
So to Mannes will his loue was no lesse kinde,
That to Gods wil he might his vvill conforme:
Ah woe! that sinne should since the same deforme
VVithout constraint! for Hee Her freedome gaue,
And did with vnderstanding her informe,
That voluntarie service hee might haue;
As that, his nature most doth loue and crave.
So he constraines not those that him obay;
Lest that their vvil might haue cause of complaint,
For want of libertie it selfe to sway:
Those praiers please him not, Constraint doth say,
But true obedience flowing from the vvill;
Then vvill should force her selfe (for so shee may)
His gratious good will freely to fulfill,
Sith good he made hir loue, and loath the Ill.
When Man doth Gods vvill, this exchang is iust;
And Gods free-wil must needes subscribe thereto,
Sith it is free to doe that needes it must,
VVhich cannot doe the thing that is vniust;
For that were bondage free, or freedome bound;
Sith ro doe evill but to haue a lust
VVere Vassallage to Sathan that Hel-hound,
VVhich fredome to doe good would quite confound.
Diverse degrees therein doe plaine appeare;
Some haue such open harts and wilful vvills
As that they loue and hate through passion meere:
So, Reason their Mindes Sterne in vaine doth steere,
For sense they serve, and have no patience
The seemeing neerest pleasure to forbeare
For further good; but forth-with please their sense,
As sensuall appetite doth them incense.
And those Pow'rs to her pow'r subordinate,
That (being free) shee bindeth both in bands
And vnto Reason all doth captivate:
As, many Dropsy-drie forbeare to drincke,
Because they know their ill t'would aggravate;
So, vvill herein from her owne selfe doth shrinke,
And cleaves to that, that Reason best doth thinke.
(And what besides Man, is of them compos'd)
Doo GOD obay in his commaundements,
For, as Hee wils, so are they al dispos'd;
Then not from knowledge their obedience springes,
But from the nature in their kinds inclos'd;
Yet Men he made to know and doe the things
That be of him, which grace and Knowledge bringes.
A VVill he giues him ioyn'd with griefe and Ioy;
Which vvill might ioy when she doth passion tame,
And in the contrary might feele annoy,
All as shee doth her natiue powres imploy.
Here hence we know the odds twixt Ioy and Griefe,
For in extreames they comfort or destroy
Such as leade here a good, or evil life,
Both flowing from the vvill, their fountaine chiefe.
And Cæsarizeth ore each Appetite;
Shee rules (being taught) with libertie intire,
VVhose actions are to vvill and nill aright;
VVhose Obiect's real good or so in sight:
In nature shee hates ill in deede, or show,
And in the true, or false good, doth delight;
If ill for good shee choose, hence it doth gro
Because ill seeming good, shee takes it so.
Nor ought can loath but hath like show of ill;
Desire of good by her may be with-stoode,
But it shee cannot loath, or leave it still:
So may shee choose to execute her will,
VVhen ill is tendred her indeede, or sho,
But cannot loaue it, or her wil fulfill,
Because to ill shee is a mortall foe,
And lothes it as sole worker of her woe.
Sith her Creators Wil would haue it so;
Shee could not be her selfe, were shee restrain'd,
And though shee waites on Reason to, and fro,
Yet shee makes Reason waite her will to kno:
For, touching her, her Lord confines his powre,
Which cannot take that he did once besto,
Namely, arbiterment, (her richest dowre)
Except Not-beeing, should her quite devoure.
What pleaseth her, or not the same obiect;
And while the Thoughts the same do turne & winde,
Shee may oreturne those Thoughts or them neglect,
And turne the Minde to what shee shal direct:
Yea when as Iudgments final doome is giv'n,
Shee may, or may refuse the same t'effect;
For Men are not as Beasts by Nature driv'n,
Vnlesse of Reason they are quite bereav'n.
And re-examines what it hath decreed;
Which done, perhaps the same shee will distast,
(Although the sentence be direct indeede)
And runnes another course, lesse right, with speed:
Which second search yet aimes at greater right,
Though shee mistakes the same for want of heede,
Which want proceeds frō Sins extreame dispight,
That blindes our Mindes eies in extreamest light.
Whereby wit vprightly may weld the will;
For as ill Sprites our fantazies provoke,
So on our wils they may the like fulfill,
For, shee's ambitious and delights to raigne
Without controle, how euer well, or ill;
And beeing free shee runneth on amaine,
To ioy if wel, if otherwise, to paine.
Shee deemeth good, what ill so ere ensues;
Which libertie, is bondage base to vs,
And free we were, if our will could not chuse
But vse His will, that gaue vs wils to vse:
Whose only service, only freedome is,
And only they are Slaues that it refuse;
Sith they are Sathans servants (if not his)
Which please him most, when they do most amisse.
The bad where of exceeding so the good,
And that so fast the one to other clings
That twixt them both there is great likelyhood,
Hardly by will can they be vnderstood:
And sith Men Bodies haue aswel as Soules,
Things bodily best like the bodies moode,
Which often so the Minde and VVill controules,
That as it lusts it rules and over-rules.
Aboue eternal, and their guts aboue
The highest God, that doth their guts suffize;
And though the will herein may rigor proue;
Yea, may be forc'd to leaue what it doth loue,
Yet nought can her resistlesse powre constraine,
For nothing can desire from her remoue,
Although shee cannot doe what she would faine:
So maugre force, shee freedome doth retaine.
And bring th' Affections to obedience,
Its requisite they should accorde alway
To mainetaine warres against rebelling Sense;
Which is the rule of Reasons consequence:
Wherefore we may wel iudge of Reasons rule,
By the Affections and VVils continence;
As a good Prince or Master of a Schoole,
Make them they governe, hate, and shun misrule.
(Which is the Seate of loue to God and Men)
If then the hart and Minde be wel agreed,
The hart with flames of lasting loue will bren,
And fire out froward Passions from their den:
Then wil the Tongue from harts aboundance speake
Gods highest laudes till they report agen;
Then loue twixt Tongue & Hart shal marriage make,
To bring forth naked Truth, which loue doth seeke.
The lunges (the voices Organs) next the Hart;
(As the Mindes instruments the Braines embrace)
That they may neere at hand, soone vse their Art;
As Orators of Princes play their part
Neere to their Sov'raignes; And wert not for sinne,
The VVill, from Reasons rule should never start,
And twixt the Hart, & Braine there should haue bin
A lasting league, as beeing neere of kin.
(Except the Thing of Things that made thē good)
Thou wast vnmade thy selfe, yet ill haste wrought;
Whereby thou haste so perverst Flesh, and Bloud,
Damn'd Nothing that hast such a some-thing stride,
How wast begot? by whom? and in what moode?
Through lust; By Eaue and Adam; In their pride:
Now Error speakes what Truth hath iustifide.
Are fowre powres of the soule, wherein should lie
Fowre vertues, taking thus their residence:
VVisedome in wit, in will Integritie:
Valor in Ire, and in lust, Temprancie:
But wit with ignorance, and will, with wronge,
Anger with Feare, and lust, with libertie
Are so pervers'd, that they themselues impunge,
Except preventing grace be mixt amonge.
By light divine we see is out of frame;
Th'antipathie betwixt the Minde and Hart,
Giues but too good assurance of the same:
And though the minde in all her limbes be lame,
Yet in our little world shee raignes as Queene,
And seekes wilde passions of the Hart to tame,
That in her selfe there might bee ever seene,
Soule-pleasing ioy and peace to flourish greene.
Contrived so, that there its safe confin'd;
To which there is no way nor entery,
But through th' Affections, servants of the Minde:
Yet they too oft disloial prooue by kinde,
Who liers, and sinne-soothing claw-backes are,
Whereby our iudgments eies they (Traitors) blinde,
That it erres mortallie ere it beware,
If reason of their treason haue not care.
Reason, Concupiscence, and ardent Ire,
The first, to Truthes obscure abiding guides;
The second, good-things gladly doth desire;
The third, doth from the contrarie retire:
In bowels of the first the VVits are bred;
Th' Affectes are forg'd in both the others fire;
In nomber fowre, Ioy, Hope, Sorow, and Dread,
Which from the last powres spring, as frō their head.
(For what we covet, wee ioy in with hope)
And Ire, the last powre, Dread and sorow breedes;
For, hate to dreade and sorow lies wide ope;
Griefe in hates hell the way to dreade doth grope.
From these Affects (as from their fountaine) floes
All vice and vertue which in Man doth cope,
For vice and vertue ay are mortall foes,
And as Reas'n rules, so either overthroes.
While shee the same with vitall fire filleth;
Mens, while shee mindeth, or shee Minde retaines,
And Animus, while shee hath VVill or willeth;
Shees Ratio, whilst shee iudgement iust fulfilleth:
Then, spiritus shee hight, when shee respires.
From all which, science to the soule distilleth,
So, call'd scientia; thus her names doe change,
As shee her qualities doth interchange.
As th'inward to the soule are knit by kinde:
And, for the soule her powre doth most expresse
In that whereto her soule is most inclinde,
Whose spirits powres on things divine are bent
Fare, as they were sometimes, deafe, dombe, & blind,
Their contemplations are so violent:
But, Vulgars outwarde sense is excellent.
Of all the instruments which shee doth vse,
So long the owner of that soule may say
He hath a iudgement sound, and perfect Muse:
But if those instruments that Man misvse,
Or ruine them, the soule straight seeing it,
Her ruin'd Iaile shee striues then to refuse:
Which strife the senses frame doth so vnknit
That it confounds it, or distracts the VVit.
Men prophesie, and truely things foretell,
Speake diuerse Tongues, which erst they never had,
And in Artes which they knew not, they excell.
Thus whilst the soule doth hold her house an Hell,
Striving to be enlarg'd, becomes more free,
Then workes shee like her selfe (exceeding well)
That wonder tis, the same to heare and see:
O sacred soule (but God) who's like to thee!
And is the last part that from it departes,
(Without which, dull were reason, dead the braines)
It's taken for the part which powre impartes
To VVit and VVill, whereby they play their partes;
So as it's held the Mirrour of the minde:
For, when the Minde vnto herselfe converts,
The Hart is interposd, where shee doth finde
Her feature fowle, or faire, cleere-eied, or blinde.
My hart desires to touch it feelingly:
And, for the Hart doth paine or pleasure, bring,
The paine is pleasure, when Head properlie
Makes hand discribe the Hartes hart handsomly.
Earst Mans internal partes we did devide
Into three VVombes, the Braines, the Brest, & Belly:
About the Braines (before) our skill we tride,
And now by it, the Brest must be discride.
Wherewith the vitall Vertue operates;
The Hart, the Lunges, with al Lifes incidents
In region of the Brest, doe hold their States,
Whose Bulke them Bulwarkes frō what ruynates:
The Midriff parteth them from partes that feede
(Which the third VVombe, (the Belly) circulates)
It being a Muscle made for Natures neede,
Assisting in the Breathing Acte and Deede.
That over-spreads the Concaue of the Brest,
Much like a Spiders webbe, subtile, and thin;
Wherout two others grow to part the rest,
Because two places should be breath-possest:
So that, if one (being hurt) could not respire
The other might one halfe retaine (at least)
To keepe Lifes breath (at point to part) intire,
And blowe the sparkes that kindle vitall fire.
Together hold what ere the Brest doth bound,
They line the Ribbes, that whē the Lunges doe beate
They might performe their office whole and sound,
So likewise in a Caule the Hart's inclos'd,
Call'd Pericardion, being Ovall round,
Or like a Flame for forme, and so dispos'd;
To shew that vitall fire is there repos'd.
Naturall heate, and by the Artires sends
It al abroade to make the Members grow,
And keepe them growne, in plight to doe their ends.
And though each Instrument of breath attends
And serves the Voice, yet were they chiefely made
For the Hartes vse, (that Lifes-fire comprehends)
That by their service that fire might not vade,
VVhich vnkinde coldnesse else might overlade.
First to receaue the Aire that cooles the Hart,
VVho doe prepare it (being intertain'd)
And so prepared, doe the same impart
(As Nature wills) to that Life-giving part.
The Lunges therfore, are Spūgy, soft, & light,
That Aire might enter, and from thē depart,
VVhich guard the Hart (on left side and the right)
From bordring Bones, that else annoy it might.
It selfe dilates, the other, it restraines.
VVhen it goes out, in goes Aire requisit:
And when it shrinketh in, then out it straines
All smoky Excrements procuring paines.
This motion's kinde, proceeding frō its kinde
(Not as the Muscles moved by the Braines)
For which it hath fitt filaments assign'd,
VVherby it selfe, it selfe may turne & wynd.
(A two fold vse whereof we mention'd haue)
The next to draw in bloud; and then, by Sluces
To send it to the Lunges, for foode they craue
At the Harts hands, sith they the Hart doe saue.
Thus gratefully they kindnesse interchange,
To teach vs how we should our selves behaue;
For when we disagree, it is as strange
As Hart and Lūges should cease to make this chāge.
(The Hart) resides in his wel-fenced fort;
And, though with it al vitall force be rife,
And members keepes from being al-amort,
Yet should it die, if their helps were cut short.
Hence Kings may learne, that though they Monarchize
Yet doe they, whom they rule, maintaine their port,
Which should induce them, not to tyranize,
But, like good Hartes, lifes-pow'r to exercize.
Of all the parts the Body hath besides:
So, Kinges should be most firme, for, being nesh,
Their Subiects might be woūded through their sids.
Such be the People stil as be their Guides.
The Hart with Passion, passion may each part,
VVhich Ioy or Sorrowe with the Hart abides:
So, Kinges their praise and People may subvert,
If Passion over-rule their ruling Art.
As that its Base is Center of the Brest;
The end whereof (where greatnesse doth abate)
Leanes to the left-side more then al the rest;
Yet leanes the Hart so, for two causes great;
One, that the Brest-bone should it not infest,
The other, that it should the left-side heate,
Sith on the right, the Liver doth that feate.
Because its hard and greater then the right,
Yet Nature hath so ballanc'd it, that shee
Makes it to hange (by admirable sleight)
As if the both sides were of equal weight:
For in the left part (heaviest) shee putts
The vitall Spirit, of its nature light;
And in the right part (lightest) loe, shee shutts
The waightie Bloud, wherwith that part shee glutts.
By even counterpoise hath hang'd the Heart
In the Brests Center, (like as th'Earth doth stand
In Center of the Heau'ns) by matchlesse Art:
Hence we may learne the duty of this part,
Which should be vpright in Affects, and vvill,
And never from the rules of Vertue start
To right hand, or to left, for good or Ill,
But come life or come death, be vpright stil:
On left side one, the other on the right:
And for this vse, are these capacities;
The right receaves the bloud (be'ng boild aright)
That from the Liver runnes, to give it might
To feede the Lunges, and vitall spirits breede,
Bred of pur'st bloud in the left Concaue dight,
Like sweate that frō the right one doth proceede,
Which sweate with vitall Spirits it doth feede.
The vitall Sp'rit, resplendent, quicke, and cleere,
Like the celestiall Nature, for the same
Both heate, and life to all the whole doth beare;
This Primum mobile that All doth steere:
These concaues thus are made commodiously;
But now (alas) most harts all hollow are,
That Bloud and Spirits therein confused lie,
So as no Art can one from other spie.
His chiefest skill, the vitall sp'rits to make,
There is the roote of that great Artery
From whom the Artires their beginning take:
Which neere the Hart doth so it selfe forsake,
That part ascends, and part thereof descends
To carrie vitall fire to parts that lacke;
These are the pipes whereby the kinde Hart sends
His cordiall comfortes to th'extreamest ends.
And that their succors should be neere at hand,
They meete, and (for the most part) goe togither,
Thereby to vigorize the vitall Band
Which the Harts vertue wholy doth command:
For, th' Artires being lincked with the Vaines,
Lend Aire and Spirit, least their bloud should stand;
And frō the Veines some bloud each artire draines,
Which to disperse, the vitall spirit constraines.
(As erst was said) to learne vs mutuall loue;
For, certaine Pipes doe passe these parts betweene,
By which, each others kindnesse they doe proue:
Vnto the Lunges by the Arteriall Veine,
The Lunges through veyny-artire, aire doth shoue
Vnto the hart, it to refresh againe,
Whose side sinister doth it entertaine.
Which are distinguisht by Anatomists:
The right, and left side hath a little dore,
And many a pipe so small therein subsists,
That scarce mans eie can see how each exists;
Yet all haue vse; for, when the hart doth seeke
Such bloud as without which no hart consists,
The meanes wherewith it draws it, should not break,
But that the strong therein might helpe the weake.
More mildly, and for Nature, more concinne,
Therefore, the hart doth not immediately
Draw from the Mouth the aire it draweth in,
But through those passages it first doth rin,
Lest be'ng too cold t'would coole the hart too much;
For all extreames, saue extreame good, are sinne,
And Nature Vertue in the Meane doth couch,
Shewing, that our desires should still be such.
Resists all powers that are too violent,
And ever doth the moderate assist;
From whose hand (only) comes the Thunder-dent,
To plague the prowde, and wound th'incontinent:
For, should his Creatures powre b'immoderate,
Then should not his owne bee so eminent:
So, if they it affect, he them doth hate,
And with a thundring vengeance ends their date.
(Touching his substance, proper place, and frame)
It now remaines that we doe proue our Arte
Touching another motion of the same,
Belonging to our soules affections lame,
Lam'd by our Flesh too lustie, yet too fraile,
Too lustie in desire of its owne shame,
But fraile in that wherein it should prevaile,
Yet when its weak'st, the Soule doth most assaile.
That al things made, to make Man only Bee,
But to Be vvell, as wel some men doe proue,
VVho though of Beeing, they desirous be,
Yet not being wel, they end ill, sith they see
Their being VVell, and Being disagree:
Then Being, was not Manns creations end,
But to be happy in a high degree:
And therfore al men al their forces bend,
T'inioy that Good, that Beeing doth cōmend.
To a detesting of the contrary;
But, for that sinne hood-wincks Mans Eie of VVitt
He gropes for Good, but feeles the Evill by:
From this desire of Good, th'affections flie;
Which with their motion swift draw that desire
Heere, there, and where soere they please to hy,
In pursute of that Good which they require,
To which (though base they bee) they would aspire.
But they are ill, and loue Ill seeming good;
Yet they by Natures instinct Ill dislike;
And yet by nature evil is their moode.
At first they were Truthes other selfe, for friends;
Yet now by them shee's too too much with stoode,
Adhering to her foe, while shee pretends
To blesse the Sense, though to accursed endes.
Whose other names are called the Affects;
By foll'wing good, and flying ill, they ARE;
Consisting so of these two good Effects;
Though Syn their sense with error oft infects:
Some vsher Iudgment, some on her attend,
The later, take or leaue as shee directs;
The Former, naturally cannot offend,
For they desire but Nature to defend.
Desires to eate, or drinke, (as neede requires)
Or when good happe or ill doth it surprize,
Then Ioy or sorrow moueth our desire:
These stil fore-run our Iudgment, & conspire
With Nature, to vsurpe her highest Throne;
For nature runneth on, or doth retire,
As shee is mov'd by iudgment of her owne,
And so doe these that Nature wait vpon.
Wait hard, as long as Hart is wel dispos'd;
Then lasts the League betweene the Hart & Braine,
For, al their iarres by Reason are compos'd:
But when the Hart against the Brain's oppos'd,
(Which oft proceeds of too much pampering)
Out flie th'Affections that were erst repos'd,
And from their neckes the Raines of Reason fling,
Impatient of slow Iudgments rarrying.
Ere Iudgment doomes what's good or badd for it;
Then Hartes desires by her must be approv'd,
Or els the Hart cannot desire a whit:
For what she holds vnmeet, it thinks vnfitt.
But for the motions of the Minde are free,
And neede not stay, as it is requisit,
So before Iudgment doe they seeme to Bee,
Although they follow her as bond and free.
If Iudgment wing them not and make them flee,
Yet sound advice (which heere we Iudgment call)
May be at rest when they too busy bee,
Mov'd by the iudgment of the Fantazee:
This Iudgment's blinde, yet is it most mens Guide,
And no lesse rash, yet ruleth each degree;
This makes th'Affects from Rights straight Pathes to slide,
For Fantazy doth fancie waies too wide.
To loue what ere hath but a glimpse of good;
Then straight she makes thē (like vnconstant lovers)
To chāge their Loues, as she doth change her moode,
VVhich swimmeth with the current of the Bloud:
For as the body's well or ill compos'd,
(VVhich followes oft the nature of its foode)
So Fancy and these Fondlings are dispos'd,
Though in the Soule, and Minde they be inclos'd.
VVheron the soule doth play what she doth please;
But if the stringes thereof doe not concent,
The harmony doth but the soule displease;
And when a String is out, straight put it in
With Phisickes helpe, which Passion may appease,
By humbling that which hath too lowd a dyn,
And put the Parts on a Soule-pleasing Pyn.
That's, Humors, Elements, and Qualities;
Which three, doc of fow'r partes, a part subsist,
For from Earth, VVater, Aire, and Fire doth rise
All that the Heav'nly Cope doth circulize:
These are the Elements from whom proceede
The Humors with their foresaid qualities;
For, Bloud, Flegme, Choller, Melancholy breede
Hott, Cold, Moist, Dry, a fowr-fold vital Seede.
VVhereof a thing is made, and in its wracke
Is last resolved; And in Phisicks Art
There are but tvvo, which two of those doe lack
That al the Elemental bodies make:
These two, are tearmed Simples, & Cōpounds,
The first, is borne on Speculations back;
The last, is bredd by Practize, which cōfoūds
Two or moe Simples in each others bounds.
Produce the Elementals temprament,
VVhich is a mixture of the Qualities
Or composition of each Element:
(As these doe bend, so are their bodies bent)
VVhich we Complexion cal; wherof are two,
VVell, and ill tempred; And the Aliment
That feeds the Body, herein much can doe,
For that can make & marre Complexion too.
Of th' Elements fore-mention'd qualities;
Whereof ther's but one thing of Natures choise
VVherein shee made the mixture thus precise:
(As Galens tract of Tempers testifies:)
VVhich, of each hand, is the interior skin:
And hence we may thus fitly moralize;
That Nature to the Hand so good hath bin,
That it might temper what the Mouth takes in.
Hath more dominion then it ought to haue;
For they rule ill that haue more regiment
Then nature, wisdome, right, or reason gaue:
So doth this Element it selfe behaue:
Yet each ill temper doth not so exceede,
As that it spils what better tempers saue;
For some surpasse the temperate in deede,
In some small ods, whereof no harmes succeede.
By Constitution, Operation, Clime,
Coulor, and Age, by these the same is showne,
As Dials by an Index shew the time.
The Body fat is cold, for fat doth clime
By cold degrees; and that, full-flesht is hot,
For heate proceedes from bloud, as doth my rime
From braines; where no heate were, if bloud were not,
And bee'ing too cold they would my sense besot.
For when a creature, (Man, Beast, Hearbe, or Plant)
Doth that which they by right of kinde are bound,
Then no good temprature those bodies want:
For South-ward, Men are cruell, moody, madd,
Hot, blacke, leane, leapers, lustfull, vsd to vant,
Yet wise in action, sober, fearefull, sad,
If good, most good, if bad exceeding bad.
Lesse wicked and deceiptfull, faithfull, iust,
More ample, strong, couragious, martiall, bold,
And, for their bloud is colder, lesse they lust:
Then cold bloud being thicke, it follow must
They are lesse witty, and more barberous;
And for they inwardly are more adust,
They meate and drinke devoure as ravenous,
The panch and pot esteeming precious.
Whose soules are in their fingers (as its sed;)
For, all our best hand-workes come from those parts,
As from the hotter Climes, workes of the bed:
And those that twixt the South, and North are bred
(As France and Italy, Spaine, and the like)
Of hot and cold, are ev'nly tempered;
Therefore they are not made so apt to strike;
But warre with VVisdome, rather then the Pike.
For Sanguin's red: and yellow's Cholericke:
The Melancholy is to blacknesse bent:
The white or whitish, is the Phlegmaticke:
The white, and blacke, are cold and rhewmaticke:
The Red, and yellow, hot by course of kinde:
To this consents each skilfull Empericke,
Who by experience of their practise finde
That coulor shewes the temper, notes the minde.
Couragious, kinde, to women over-kinde;
True Iovialists, by nature generous;
And hot and humid they are by their kinde:
The Chollericke is hasty, and inclinde
To Envie, pride, and prodigalitie;
As Herc'les-hardy, though with anger blinde;
And in its temper it is hot and drie,
Which is the cause it is so angery.
Whose temper's cold and moist, which drownes the wit:
The Melancholy's mestiue; and too full
Of fearefull thoughts, and cares vnrequisit;
Who loue (as loathing men) alone to sit:
In temper cold and drie too like the dust,
(Dust of the earth, ere God life-breathed it,
Where hence we came, and wherevnto we must)
Which flies (as fearefull) from a little Gust.
Which is a substaunce thin, to which our foode
The Stomackes heate by nature first disgests,
And hath dominion chiefly in our bloode:
These like the Elements moue in their moode:
For bloud is hot, and humid, like the aire:
Flegm's cold, and moist, in VVaters likelyhood:
Then Melancholy's like Earth, cold and dry'r:
And hot, and drie is Choler, like the Fire.
They must be thrice concocted thorowly:
First, in the Stomacke they are interchang'd
And made that Chyle wherein potentially
Next, in the Liver the Masse Sanguiner
Of Chyle composed is, successiuely:
The third, and last's through al the bodie, where
Humors are made, that Meate and Chyle first were.
Bloud, in the spring, from three till nine each Morne:
Choler, from thence, till three in th'after noone
In sommer-season: Then Flegme in his turne
From thence till nine at night doth rule the sterne
In Autumne: then sad Melancholy thence
Till three next Morne, when VVinter doth returne:
Thus in their turnes they haue preheminence,
Till Time turne vs, and them with vs from hence.
So rule the Planets in like consequence:
For, by the Moone is governed our Prime
That's hot and moist, but the preheminence
The moisture hath; So our Adolescence
Is swaid by VVit-infusing Mercury
Being hot and moist, yet doth more heate dispense,
Which tunes the voices Organes erst too hy,
Making them speake with more profundity.
Bee'ng hot and dry, but yet more hot, then drie;
In this we VVantons play, in Venus plaies
And offer Incense to a rowling eie:
Bright Sol (the gloriou'st Planet in the sky)
Doth rule our Manhoode which is temperate:
Hee Author is of race and gravity;
Of haplesse life this is the happi'st state,
Which they hold long'st that are most moderate.
By al-wise Iupiter is governed,
Author of Councell, Craft, and Policy:
VVhich Age againe in two's distinguished,
The first yonge old age may be Christened:
The last Decrepit is, and so is call'd;
Which Saturn rules with Scepter of dul lead:
This Age to Life like Death, is stil enthrall'd,
Thus in our life the Planetts are enstall'd.
As Child-hood from our Birth till thirteene yeares:
Adolescēce, frō thēce to twēty fiue:
And youth frō thēce til fiue, & thirty weares;
Frō whēce, til fiftie Mannes-estate apperes:
And to the rest old-age we doe assigne;
But one his yeares thē other better beares,
As time their temprature doth enterteigne,
Therfore the temprature should age designe.
Some yong at sixtie, some at forty old;
In growing old the youthful Sanguin's lōge,
For it doth store of heate, and moisture hold:
The Melancholy, being dry and cold,
Is aged soone: So women more then men
Soone meete with age, which makes some be so bold
(As vnder Coulor that they are wo-men)
To keepe off Age till they be yong agen.
And being subtil moves the simple Minde;
For, never yet was foole a Florentine,
(As by the wise hath well observed byn)
The influences of malignant Starres,
Vales, Caves, Stanckes, Moores, and Lakes that never ryn
Carion, and filth, all such the Aier marres,
Which killes the Corpes, and vvitts Carreër barres.
Where we abide, come the Aires qualities;
Vnder the Poles (the Sun nere showing face
But as a stranger) the Aire so doth freeze
That whosoever breathes it, starving dies:
And in the Torrid Zone it is so hott
That flesh and Bloud (like flaming fire) it fries,
And with a Cole-blacke beautie it doth blott,
Curling the Haires vpon a vvyry knott.
VVhich Passions of the Aire, our sp'rits affect;
These by the Nose and Mouth a waie doe finde
To Braines, and Hart, and there their kindes effect,
And as they are, make them, in some respect:
For, where the VVindes be cold and violent,
(As where rough Boreas doth his Throne erect)
There are the People stronge, and turbulent,
Rending the Sterne of civill government.
The Aire therein doth wel or ill dispose;
If to the Sea, or Southerne winde it lies,
It's humid, putrifactiue, & too close:
So fares it in fatt grounds (Slouthes chiefe repose)
The Sandy grounds doe make it hott and dry;
As cold, and moist it is, that Fennes inclose,
But cleere & piercing on the Mountaines hy;
Thus Place with Aire doth chāg our quality.
Which VVinde, & Aire, vnto our sp'rits prepare,
VVho are conformed to those Condimentes;
Then fine they be, if most fine be our fare:
The Goodnesse, Quality, and Time of yeare,
Vse, Order, Appetite, and Quantity,
The Howre and Age, these nyne require our care
If we desire to liue heere healthfully,
And make the Soule aboue her soule to fly.
And but few excrements, are those alone
That make the mind to boord, when Bodi's boording,
If temp'ratly the stomacke take each one:
These in the Braines base witts doe oft enthrone:
For, these the Mouth prepareth for the Maw,
VVhere be'ng concocted, to the Liver runne;
From whence, a sanguine tincture they doe draw,
Then to the Soules Courts hie by Natures lawe.
(The Roomes whereof we did discribe whil-ere)
Where once appearing they are wing'd to fly,
And in their flight the Soule and Body steere
With motion such as both Cœlestiall were:
What mervell is it then, though Geese some be
For want of Capons, that would Cocks appeare
(Cocks of the Game) and chaunt melodiouslee,
If with their kinde, their Commons did agree.
Make the Soules faculties, and their effects?
It makes their divine natures more divine,
And with a world of Ioy the Hart affects
Hence comes it that some Captaines doe carrowse
When they must Combate with contrary Sects,
To heate the cold bloud and the spirits rowse,
And so make Courage, most couragious.
While they desire in fight to over-doe;
On nought but woūds, & bloud, they speake, & think,
While Healthes goe roūd, & braines goe roūder too;
VVyne-making Bloud to VVine & Bloud them wooe.
But Nequid nimis, is the List wherein
Courage should combate, and the Barre whereto
Valor should venter, what is more is sinne,
Which by the wise and Valiant damn'd hath bin.
Concoction, for in it is boil'd the meate:
The next, to mixe the foode the first disgests:
The Last, to bring it to the Livers heate,
There to be made redd-hott, & apt to fleete:
Now when the Current is too violent,
It beares awaie (vntimely) small, and greate,
So crossing Nature in her kinde intent,
She back retires not knowing what she mēt.
If Nature duely we desire to please;
For, when the Stomack's full aboue the brimme,
Tyde tarries none, how ere it may disease
And Nature drowne in those vnruly Seas:
Breath most corrupt, behaviour more then most,
And Mind much more then most, is made by these;
Then how corrupt are they that of it boast?
So much corrupt they may infect an Hoast.
The mounting Monastries that deckt this land,
That he (at last) lost his all-wittie Head
For words he spake, to which he could not stand,
Nor stand to speake, VVine having vpperhand:
Who vsd (as Fame reports) his wits t'refine,
To let them often rest at VVines commande;
But wit abused, by abuse of VVine
Abusd One that forc'd Law to force his fine.
With Iudgements choise in their varieties,
To Soule, and Body, health, and glorie brings;
So both are bound to temp'rate exercise
For helping them to vse their faculties:
For without health the same were hindered,
And health from hence as from an helpe doth rise;
For holesome labour breakes those humors head
By which the enemies of health are led.
The Spirits it quickens, and puts ope the pores;
Whereby each loathsome excrement departs
As at so many straight wide-open dores:
Our limbes it strengthens and our breath restores:
The morning walkes to the intestines send
The first digestions filth (which kinde abhorres)
And make the seconds to the bladder wend,
So labour lets our sicknesse, so, our end.
Then must the bodie travell to this end:
The Spirits travell hath respect to these;
For idle Spirits that actiue Sp'rit offend
Yet naught was made that was not made to rest;
But nought was made to rest vntill the end:
For Heau'n, Earth, Man, Beast, Fish, Fowle, & the rest
Doe travell, in fine to be rest-possest.
Which we call rest for Man, which rest is sleepe;
The cause whereof from the Braines cheefly floes,
When mounting vapors in their moisture steepe
Doe humors wax, and in the Nerves doe creepe;
And so their conducts close, which shuts the eies;
Then rests the corpes in death-like darknesse deepe,
And Spirits animal Rest doth surprise:
So, are they said to rest vntill they rise.
The fumes ascending make the head descend;
For they like hammers on the braines doe beate,
Til they haue hammerd humors in the end,
The weight whereof doth cause the head to bend:
Yet sober sleepes, in place, and season fit
Doe comfort Nature, and her hurts amend;
The Spirits it quickens, and awakes the wit,
For hart must sleepe, when the head wanteth it.
Doth quiet Passion, calme Griefe, Time deceiue;
Who pay'ng the debt that is to Nature due
(Like death) in quittance thereof doth receiue
Supply of powres, that her of powre bereaue:
So sleepe her foes wants friendly doth supply,
And in her wombe doth wakefull thoughts conceiue,
Making the Minde beyond it selfe to spie,
For, doubtlesse Dreames haue some divinitie.
Frames diverse formes in matter corporall:
So of like influence visions and Dreames
Are printed in the powre fantasticall;
The which power being instrumental,
By Heav'n disposd to bring forth some effect,
Hath greatest vigor in our sleepes extreames;
For when our mindes doe corporall cares neglect
That influence doth freely them affect,
And so our Dreames oft future haps proiect.
It blunts the braines, and sense debilitates;
Dulleth the Spirits, breedes crudities among;
Makes the head heavie, Body it abates,
And kindely heate it cooles, or dissipates:
Yet thorny cares, or stings of ceaslesse Smart,
May keepe out sleepe without the senses Gates,
(By pricking them as it were, to the hart)
Till vitall Sp'rits from senses quite depart.
(The waighty crownes, on their as waighty cares)
Of mighty Monarches, and their owne renownes,
Two burdens which in one who ever beares,
Must night, and day, vse hands, legs, eies, and eares:
These watch, yea sleeping wake for in their sleepes
The point on which their harts are fixt, appeares,
And through their closed eies their minds eie peeps,
To looke to that which them from slumber keepes.
Nature would longer sweetly life support:
But in their sleepes with wakfull thoughts they meete;
That make their sleepes vnsweet, and yet as short;
Yet as they were all Minde, and Body none,
That had noe feeling of the Bodies hurt,
That Minde (all mind) though Corpes the while doth grone,
Makes flesh all hardnesse brooke, as it were Stone.
To make men, for her love, themselues to hate,
Who for desire of her, their strength doe straine
Farre, farre aboue the pitch of mortall state,
And paine in sense, to sense doe captivate:
Though pains wake sēse, yet sense doth waking sleep,
Dreaming on Glory in the lapp of Fate;
So paine frō sense, doth paine with pleasure keepe,
While sense is moūting Honors Mountaine steepe.
Surrounded with a Ring of Diadems,
VVith face (whose beaming-beautie seemes to flāe)
Darting in simling wise those blissefull beames
On those that for her loue brooke all extreames:
VVhat Sense hath sense being so beheavened,
And carried from it selfe on pleasures Streames?
But as entranc'd with ioy, it must seeme deade,
And feele no paine in Minde or Body bredd.
The sense to sense that feeling all annoy,
Its arm'd to brooke the same by glories view,
And the more griefe is felt, the greater ioy;
(Yea though the grife the sēse doth quight destroy)
VVhat shall the loue of Glory infinite
Make sense endure, if sense her powers imploie
To apprehend it, as its requisite?
Such love should hold the paines of Hell too light.
To th'vtmost reach of his capacitie,
When sense no leasure hath to thinke on smart,
Being so busied with felicity
That soule, and sense are ravished thereby;
What marvell then though fire doth comfort such,
(Although with quēchlesse flames their flesh it fry)
Sith that much pain their ioy makes more thē much
And paine, that sense can feele, no sense can touch.
wherewith it sundred was in savage wise:
This makes the burning Grediorne flesh refresh
That on the same in hellish manner fries,
This makes paine pleasure, and Hell Paradise.
Then give me, ô good giver of all good,
An Hart that may ore paine thus signiorize,
For thy deere love; then with my deerest blood
Ile wash the Earth, and make more Saints to budd.
Battr'd that blessed Proto-Martyres braine,
The sight he saw his senses so commands,
That, as the Stones did fal the sense to paine,
It deem'd that Grace on it did pleasure raine:
And that deere blood, like-worthlesse water shedd,
Did make the springing Church to sprout amaine;
For that no sooner was this Martyr dead
But many (as from him) came in his steede.
(That by such losse their Lord might lovers win)
It wel appeares; for, did he not divorce
The heate from fire, which his deere Saints were in?
For out it flew and brent their enemies,
And where it first began, it did begin
The powre thereof with powre to exercise,
To shew his powre, that loth'd their sacrifice.
And touch the soule, & minds mind at the soule;
We see the bodies state the minde may change;
So may the minde the bodies state controule;
Thus they the state of one another rule:
The soules soule is the minde, and the mindes minde
Is that, where Reason doth her lawes enrowle:
Yet fuming Passions both of them may blinde,
When body, with them both are ill inclin'd.
Orecoming one that with him did contend
In that light Art, (when hope was quite exil'd)
A suddaine ioy wrought his as suddaine end.
Like fate did one Diagoras attend,
Who, see'ng his three sonnes at Olimpus crown'd
For deedes there done (which All did much cōmend)
He them embracing, straite fell dead to ground,
Because his ioy was more then hart could bound.
Leaving it bloudlesse which is ioies effect
(For ioy sends bloud amaine to ev'ry part)
So, extreame griefe the hart may so affect
(Or suddaine feare) that life may it reiect;
For both revoke the sp'rites, bloud, and kind heate,
And to hartes Center doe the same direct,
Which place bee'ng little, and their throng so great,
Expels the Vitall spirits from their seate.
Whom he intirely lou'd, with extreame griefe
(For it conceav'd) he quickly lost his life;
So loue rest life, that erst was lifes reliefe,
For loue of that his woe was fountaine chiefe.
So, with a suddaine feare haue many died
Which name I neede not, sith I would be briefe:
By it the haires haue suddainely bin died,
As by graue writers is exemplifide.
Is shamefastnesse, in some of mighty minde:
One Diodorus died because that hee
Could not assoile a Question him assign'd:
The like of Homer we recorded finde;
Who died with shame for being so vnsound
Not to be able (like one double blinde)
To answere that, base Fishers did propound;
So sense of shame did sense and life confound.
That make the Inne to suffer with the Ghest:
For, Perturbations both togither rowle
Here, there, and ev'ry where, as they thinke best;
Kinde-heate they fire, or quench with their vnrest:
For, some (as all obserue) haue died with ioy;
And some with griefe, haue bin life-dispossest:
For in extreames, they Nature so annoy,
As (being suddaine) her they quite destroy.
And spreads the Sp'rits, b'inlarging of the hart:
This mirth in measure is the only moode
That cuts the throat of Physicke, and her Art,
It makes our yeares as many as our haires:
Then, on earths stage who play a meery part,
Shall much more more thē much offend their heires
By overlong prolonging their desires.
For I to mirth by nature am too prone;
But Accident in me doth nature wrong,
By whom vntimely shee'l be overthrone:
For Melancholy in my Soule inthrones
Herselfe gainst Nature, through crosse Accident,
Where shee vsurpeth, that is not her owne;
And Nature makes to pine with discontent
That shee should so be reft her regiment.
So are th' Affections moist, dry, hot, and cold,
The last are humor'd as the first abound:
Ioy (hot and moist) the Sanguine most doth hold,
As sorrow (cold and dry) possesse the Olde.
Meane ioie's a meane to make men moist, and hot,
In which two qualities Health hath her Hold:
But griefe the heat consumes, and bloud doth rot,
Which health impaires, and cuts lifes Gordian knot.
So doth it cloth the bones with frolicke flesh:
For, to the partes it makes the bloud to streame,
Which makes them grow, & doth thē ioy-refresh;
This mirth the hart must haue when head is fresh,
For wyny mirth proceedeth from excesse;
And all excesse doth but make nature nesh,
Vnable to endure times long processe,
How ere it may spend time in drunkennesse.
Should make our Mouth the House of Temperance;
For the Corpes qualities will answere right
Her rule of Diet; Then intemperance,
The Head and Hart doth odiously entrance:
The Hartes affects, produce the Heades effects,
Which make the Soule and Bodies concordance:
Then sith the Bodie breeds the Soules affects,
The Soule should feede the same with right respects.
Depending on our moderation,
Should be of force to make vs vse the same;
But, when the Bodies depravation
Toucheth the soule, and bothes damnation,
All these respectes should (being things so deere)
Inflame Desires immoderation
Coldly to vse hott wines & belly cheere,
For belly-gods are but the Divells Deere.
From tempers ill, and ill affections flo,
VVitt ought VVills appetites to over rule
VVhen they (to follow sense) frō Reason go;
And bring them to the bent of wisdoms Bo:
For, sith our soules by Knowledge things discerne,
From whence the will hath pow'r of willing too,
If Knowledge then be to them both a Sterne,
They should do nought but what of her they learne.
Of the right Eie, no mervel though they runne
Too much on the left hand from place assign'd,
Directed by Delight, the senses sunne:
Which make her run awrie in rightest vvaies,
Whereby our silly soules are oft vndunne,
VVhen as shee weenes to winne immortall praise,
And crowne her Craft with everlasting Baies.
For without time an Habit is not gain'd:
So diverse skills the soule cannot discerne,
Vntill they be by exercize obtain'd,
For by it onely Habittes are attain'd:
VVhich Habitts stretch not onely to our Deedes,
But to our suffrings, beeing wrong'd, or pain'd,
For Customes force another Nature breedes,
And pyning soule with patience it feedes.
Each Daie a yeare, each yeare an Age doth seeme;
But a meeke soule with troubles often tost,
The time, though long, doth ordinarie deeme;
For Time and Troubles she doth light esteeme:
This well appeares in sicknesse, (though most ill)
At first we still doe worst of it misdeeme,
But staying long with vs, we make our vvill
Familiar with it, so endure it still.
And brings soule-health; But at the first like frost
It soule benummes, as it were starv'd therein,
And sense, and Life and sp'rit thereby were lost:
The Crosse doth quell to Hell the seldome crost:
Hence is it, Christ doth with his Crosse acquaint
Those that be his, whereof they glory'ng boast,
For that the Crosse wel borne creates the Saint,
As it to Fiendes transformeth them that faint.
(And Queene of mine, though my life happlesse be)
Give my Soule endlesse peace, in endlesse strife,
For thou hast powre to giue them both to me,
Because they both haue residence in thee:
Let me behold my best part in thine Eies,
That so I may mine imperfections see;
And seeing them I may my selfe despise,
For that selfe-love, doth from selfe-liking rise.
Of coldest comfort, comfort thou my hart;
Breath to my Soule, that mortified is,
Immortall pleasure in most mortall Smart:
Be ieloues of me, play a Louers part:
Keepe Pleasure from my sense, with sense of paine,
And mixe the same with pleasure by thine Arte;
That so I may with ioy the griefe sustaine,
Which ioye in griefe by thy deere loue I gaine.
(Though it be strange, we so estrang'd should be)
Thou mak'st vs know our selves at the first sight
And bring'st vs to our selves, our selues to see;
So that we throughly know our selues by thee:
But bright Voluptu'snesse doth blinde our Eyes
That we can nothing see, (and lesse foresee)
But what within her gaudy Bozome lies,
Being a Mappe of glorious miseries.
Eare-charming Siren, sold to sweetest Synne,
Wherwith our Hartes (as with Cords) is ensnarl'd,
That breake the Cords we cannot being in,
For hadst not thou bin, Griefe had nere had beeing,
Sith at thine end, all sorrow doth begin,
And it with thee hath too good ill agreeing:
That's leagu'd in ill, and in good disagreeing.
View this VVorlds Stage, and they that play thereon,
And see if thou canst any one espie,
That plaies the wanton being wo-begon;
Or in VVealth wall'wing, plaies not the VVanton:
See how deepe sighes pull in each panting syde
Of the first sort, in all their Action,
And how the second sort no where abide,
As standing on no ground through wanton pride.
As waying whence they came, & where they must:
The second, with high lookes the Cloudes behold,
To see how they for place and grace doe thrust,
Like these vngratious proude Oppressors iust:
Quiett and sadd the first doe still appeare,
The other madde with mirth, for quarells lust;
Affliction thus to God doth Soules indeere,
When welfare makes them to the Devill deere.
Nay worse then Ill it selfe, (if worse might be)
Thou dost not wrong me VVorld, for so I am,
Although I am the worse (dam'd VVorld) for thee:
Spitt out thy fame-confounding spight at me,
Make me so vile that I my selfe may hate,
That so I may to my Reformer flee;
And be'ng reform'd, I may still meditate
On that pure Minde, that mended my Minds state.
Vnto the world (that loues nought but her weale)
Of me, therefore shee shalbe loved best,
Because to me shee doth the VVorld reveale,
Which worldly welfare would from me conceale:
It is a gaineful skill the VVorld to know,
As they can tel that with the VVorld doe deale,
It cost them much ere proofe the same doth show,
Which knowledge frō Afflictiō streight doth flow.
Be straite, so strait that few doe enter in,
Yet being entred, walke with ease we may,
For labour endes when vve doe but begin:
“Sweat before Vertue lacky-like doth rin
To ope the gate of Glory sempiterne,
That her triumphant coach might enter in;
So outward temp'ral toile 'gets blisse eterne
Vpon the corpes of Vertue most interne.
As it hath powre it selfe to overcome,
How blest are they that doe themselues divorce
From Custome ill, by force of good custome:
And ten times blessed they that from the VVombe
Accustom'd are to Vertues straightest VVay,
For, such by Custome vertuous become,
Though powreful Nature doe her selfe say nay;
For Nature, Customes powre is forc'd t'obay.
Then Vertues or els Vices are they nam'd;
A vicious Habit's hardly overthrowne,
For our Affection is therewith enflam'd,
Who though they would, and though they anguish haue,
Yet cannot that outragious mood be tam'd,
But still they raging sin, and cannot saue
Themselues from that, that makes their griefe their graue.
Wherewith a Man is sold to sinne, and shame,
Running from sinne to sinne, and nought but sinne,
As Rivers runne the same, and not the same.
Til the mindes Iointes, sinnes force doth so vnframe
That it becomes most loose and dissolute;
Neither regarding heav'n, hell, shame, nor fame,
But to liue loathsomly its resolute;
Thus Habits ill, make evill absolute.
And fewer are they, that all faults doe want;
Vnto the worst, offences cling like Burres;
And to the best as to the Adamant
The Iron cleaues; for the Church militant
By nature is accompanied with sinne;
Yet the least force of faith partes them (I grant)
Because it cleaues but sleightly to the skinne,
But to the wickeds flesh its fastned in.
Vpon a garment being cott'nd hy,
The more the VVooll windes in his hooked sides:
So sinne the longer it in Flesh doth ly,
The faster to the same its fixt thereby.
If Nature then sinne soone doth entertaine,
Vse violence to Nature by and by,
That it perforce may from the same refraine;
For what skill cannot, force may yet constraine.
With skill, or force cannot be parted thence,
But that some part will with the VVooll be mixt:
So, sinne where it hath had long residence,
Will leaue remaines there, maugre violence:
But Iron from the loadstone cleane will fall
With but a touch: and so wil sinnes offence
From those in whom its not habitual
With but a touch of Faith, though nere so small.
More home, (though homely I the same doe touch)
And for, my travell'd Muse might breath somtimes,
And, that the Reader too might doe as much,
(Lest that prolixitie might make him grutch)
Here shall shee make a stande, and looke a-backe,
As Riders rancke on Steepes haue customes such
To breath their bony-Nags, when winde they lacke,
And courage them againe like toile to take.
Is the well-head of morrall VVisedomes flood:
Hence know we al (worth knowing) that is ours,
In body, or in Soule, that's ill or good:
And if these Powres be rightly vnderstoode,
We know the founts from whēce our Actions slow,
And from what cause proceedeth ev'ry moode,
Or good, or ill, and where that cause doth grow;
Al this and more, this knowledge makes vs know.
By Natures light, great light of such science;
Whereby the Soule is made the more assur'd
In all her Actions, and Intelligence;
And for the Soule is to the body bound,
Affections therein haue their residence,
That, as with wings, the soule with thē might boūd,
Aboue her selfe from being bloud y drown'd.
The one eggs on, the other doe restraine,
By which the Minde the body turnes and windes,
As they the mind, and minde the Corpes constraine:
Yet whē these Curbs our head-strong nature paine,
It winceth with the Heele of willfull-will;
Orethrowing those Affects that doe it reigne,
And in extremities it runneth still,
Which is the Race of Ruine, Rest of Ill.
The bounds of Nature, by our Natures vice;
And in some one excesse we do surpasse,
Desiring more then Nature may suffice,
To which our corrupt natures vs intice:
For let the least Necessity appeere
A ken from vs, (though neere so smal of price)
We hold what els we hold, (though nere so deere)
VVorthlesse, and for that want with woe we steere.
And no lesse care, we traverse all this All;
Nay, all that All we restleslie turmoile,
And bandy (as it were) this Earthie Ball
Past reasons reach, to win worlds wealth withal:
Desire of having thus still moiles the minde,
Though Nature be suffis'd with pittance small;
VVhich makes vs loose our selues when wee it finde,
Sith see our selues we cannot, being blinde.
Eyes of our Soule, that make our Bodies see;
Then Soule and Bodie cannot be perceav'd,
By their owne vertue when they blinded be;
And mine and thine, doth sever mee, and thee:
Nought can content vs. Therefore the Affects
Are in the soule like windes (that nere agree)
Vpon the Sea, and worke the like effects,
Some great, some smal, yet like in most respects.
(Which are the VVindes indeede of chiefe regard)
Sea-men observe more, thirtie two in all,
Al which are pointed out vpon their Carde:
But our Minds Mapp, (though many may be spar'd)
Containeth many more Affects then these,
All which though sett our Minds Content to guard,
Yet sturr they vp (as VVindes doe on the Seas)
Vnquiet Passions which the Minde disease.
Shee entertaines that gale with such content;
But, if proude Boreas doe puffe the while,
Shee's madd with rage, and threates the Continent;
For those proud puffes her soule doe discontent:
So, some Affections our soules browes vnbend,
And other some doe sextiply each dent;
Some meanely please, some meanely doe offend,
And some doe make the Soule her Soule to rend.
The other Huff-snuffes Perturbations be;
These later rudely gainst their Guides doe fight,
And so enfume them that they cannot see,
So that the soule being left without a Guide,
And tost with Passions that still disagree,
Doth like a Sternelesse Shippe at randon ride
On mightiest Seas, wrack-threatn'd on each syde.
Th' Affections needes must ever run awrie,
And draw with thē each sense tumultuoslee
To offer violence to lowe and hye;
That God, and Nature, tast their tyranny:
Let but the Hart bee loue-sicke, and the same
Will carry Iudgment where his Loue doth ly;
And there confine it, setting all on flame
That offers but resistance once to name.
The lower is her reach in Reas'ns discourse;
For Iudgmēt with our blood may be so drūck,
That doome she cannot better frō the worse,
But (reeling too and fro) is reft of force.
The higher therfore, she her selfe doth reare
Aboue base Flesh & Blood's declining course,
The more Affections basenesse wil forbeare,
And neerer draw to that that first they were.
Of Rashnesse, ledd by Ignorance their guide,
By false Opinions Hold of Good and Ill
Taking their course, at last with vs abide,
While frō our selves they make our selues to slide:
So that we seeke not that sole sov'raigne Good,
But many Goods we seeke; which being tride
Doe but torment the Minde with irefull moode,
Because they were by her mis-vnderstoode.
We would prevēt these Passions Stormes with ease;
For, ere a Storme appeares they shelter finde;
Like providence haue Sea-men on the Seas,
VVho see them farre off, and provide for these:
So ought we, when we see a Passion rise
That may the Soule, and Body much disease,
VVith Moderations pow'r the same surprize,
Before it gather head to tyrannize.
That wilfully we mount it, and so ride
On it a gallopp (spurr'd with Indignation)
To all Extreames, where Vices all abide;
The Divell being extreame Passions guide:
For once whē Reasons driven frō the Helme,
And we twixt Scylla and Charibdis glide,
Ther is no hope but one should overwhelme,
And send vs straight to the infernal Realme.
He keeps himself without th' Affectiōs sway;
He seekes no good, but he it wel doth kno,
And knowing it, seekes it the rightest way:
VVe say, and misse, because we mis-asay:
VVisdom chalks out the way her selfe to find,
So that Men cannot erre if it they waie,
Except they be (as many) wilfull blinde,
For it is straight, though strict in easie kinde.
Is that, which wise men onely (seeking) finde;
VVhich constant good they seeke in constāt moode,
And being found, most constant makes the Minde:
Heerehence it is, the clowds of Ignorance
That erst the same did naturally blinde
Away are chased, without tarriance;
For VVisedomes Sonne, himselfe doth there advance.
The Mindes Affects, or Moodes, (so cald by some)
VVhich good, or evill, pure, or most impure,
Is either past, or present, or to come,
To be attain'd, or not be overcome:
And, as we deeme the absence of good, ill:
So, absent Ill, wee deeme doth good become;
Either of which affecteth so our VVill,
That by their meanes it is in motion still.
Shee notes, shee likes, and lastly it doth loue,
But in her Mouth shee often it doth rowle,
That so her Pallate may thereof approue,
Before it can her Soules affection moue:
This motion of possessed good is Ioy;
But good to come (which we doe long to proue)
Is call'd Desire, which loue doth still imploy
To seeke that good which it would faine enioie.
Because the soule offended is thereby;
If it abides, Hate doth her soule incense;
For shee a lasting ill hates mortally,
As that which most her soule doth damnisie:
And, as from present Ill, Griefe doth aspire:
So, Feare proceedes from Ill farre off or ny:
The moode gainst present Ill is sinnelesse Ire,
And Faith, and Hope, gainst future Ill conspire.
For Rev'rence, Pitty, and Benevolence,
Spring out of Loue, (as Braunches from the Stemme)
From Ioy, Delight; Dislike, from sorrowes sense;
And in Desire, Hope hath her residence:
But Prid's a Monster, for shee is compos'd
Of Self-conceit, Desire, Ioy, Impudence;
These, and such like in Pride are oft disclos'd,
For in her wombe they restlesse are repos'd.
By one another so are they restrain'd:
Ioy woundeth Griefe, & Griefe makes Ioy to bleede;
And so the rest are by the rest refrain'd,
As by the Stronge the vveaker are constrain'd:
As when curst Thetis chiding knitts the Brow,
Her Billowes proud, that eithers pride disdaine,
Thrusts out each other: So, when Passions flow,
The greater doe the lesser overthrow.
As in a Civill-warre the case doth stande;
Where no mann's careful of his Countries heale,
Or who of right should al the rest commaund,
But follow him that hath the strongest hand:
So, in Affections fight ther's no respect
To the Mindes good, or how it should be scand,
But (inconsiderate) they both reiect,
And doe as strongest Passion doth direct.
Heereby is vext; for, if it doe incline
To those Affections that are worst dispos'd,
Its inly griv'd, els Ioy the same doth line,
But, if sadd sorrow doe the Hart surprise,
It doth deface the face and make it pyne;
Looking like Languishment through both the Eyes,
For through the Eyes, our Eye the Hart espies.
Doth oft bewraie what Reason doth conceale;
For wil yee, nil yee, we shal see thereby
What's well, or ill, in the Mindes common-weale:
Our Lookes, our Falshoode truely doe reveale,
Whereby oft lives and liberties are lost;
Examin'd Theeves confesse that they did steale
By their confused lookes, with horror tost:
Thus Count'naunce oft putts vs to double cost,
It costs our lives, when we it cannot hold;
We cannot hold it when through it we dye;
And two Proppes hold it high, Silver and Gold,
For which oure lives, and livinges oft are sold:
For too lowe State too false doth make the hands,
Which in the Countenance wee oft behold,
Through which we die; and State that highly stands
Lands must vphold; So, it costs life and lands.
True tokens of their presence in the Hart,
(By Natures force conducted) to the Face;
Where they the powr's convince of Reasons Arte,
And in the Front with force they play their part:
If in the Hart, Griefe be predominant,
The browes wil bend as if they felt the smart;
If Ioy, the face wil seeme therefore to vant,
Then how Hart fares, Fooles are not ignorant.
That can beare weale, & woe, with like aspect;
There may be such, but, such I nere could see;
Yet good mens countenance I much respect,
But of their goodnes nere saw that effect:
Let Stoicks giue for præcepts what they list,
This vertue may (perhapps) be their defect;
For though Affections force they can resist,
Yet they'l prevaile whē Natures powres assist.
To martial al my Passions in my face;
I oft haue tride, and yet I doe but trie,
To keepe them in, in their conceaving place,
Dissembling so Discretions fowle disgrace:
But as I cannot colour my defects,
So, can I wel dissemble in no case;
Which is the cause of many badd effects,
For none (though nere so vaine) this vaine affects.
That Hart for Loue somtimes sends to the Eies,
And oft they witnes there Ioy, Paine, or Dole,
But how so ere, from Passion strong they rise;
Which Passion in Compassion often lies:
Mine Eies are kyn (too neere of kyn) to these,
Which, though my Spirit doth it much despise,
Yet doe they turne mine Eyes too oft to Seas,
To drowne Harts Passion and to give it ease.
With Teares of Pittie seeing the distrest;
But much more blest, had I then to bestow
And franckly giue, then were I treble blest;
My Secret to my selfe, I blesse Him ay
For being no worse, though badd I be at best;
The lesse I speake of what I feele that way,
The more I feele his grace my thoughts to sway.
Was often seene (when he as man was seene)
To weepe, and seem'd delighted with the same,
Seeing the VVorld (through his Teares) stil oreseene,
That might by his example blest haue beene:
Who never was observ'd to laugh, or iest,
Either in Manhood, or when yeares were greene,
At merry-meetings, or at vveddings feast;
Showing thereby what moode fitts Vertue best.
(As when his words had made a Proselite)
He (only wise) would wisely it controule,
For that this moode with Maiesty doth fight,
Which in his Person was enthron'd by right:
This we admire as that we cannot doe,
For, we in pleasures vaine so much delight,
That Ioy may make vs madd, and kill vs too:
For Ioy, or Griefe can our hart-stringes vndoe.
We neede not rue, or of them be asham'd;
For, Vertue therein her owne selfe ensuth,
When with selfe-love her Soule is most inflam'd,
Which selfe loue burns the Soul yet nere is blam'd:
Wherefore such Teares, and Teares effus'd for sinne,
Is wyne of Angels, so by Angells nam'd;
Then blessed are those Founts that never lyn
To send forth streames, that Angells glory in.
And in the rise, their flight anticipates;
Grace centreth sighes that Mercy comprehends,
But sighes from sinne ascending Mercie hates;
Sighes for, and from sinne, are vnequall mates:
From sinne, none but sighes sinneful can arise;
But sighes for sinne high grace consociates,
And did not Mercie stay them in the rise,
They would with violence the Heav'ns surprise.
For Good, or Ill, possessed, or future;
The name of Hope, the later Ioy receaues,
Which of some good to come doth vs assure;
The latter Griefe doth Feare in vs procure
Of Ill to come, which we with Griefe expect:
So, Ioy, and Hope, or Griefe, and Feare in powre
Are much alike, their ods Time doth effect,
And take their names as they doe Time respect.
Desire of good, wherein we Ioie by Hope;
Hope hath no helpe of science but intire
Rests on coniecture, which to doubt lies ope,
And likelyhood giues her her vtmost scope:
Yet Hope that's fixt on that all-working VVord
That gaue Earth being, and the Heav'nly Cope,
Excludes Coniecture, and is so assur'd,
As if that hopt for, Time did straite afford.
That hath but likelyhood for her best stay;
For such hope, Posse evermore doth eie,
Which ere it comes to Esse, slides away:
Behold a possibilitie of faile;
Which must of force our hope sometimes dismay;
Then Feare a shaking hope must needes assaile,
And hope must shake, that crosse events may quaile.
Who Ancor it on transitorie Toyes;
They feare the cracking of that cable Rope
That holds them to their hopes expected ioies;
Contingencie their constan'st hope annoies;
Which ay is constant in vnconstancie:
And oft them with their groundlesse hope destroies;
Which fils their hopes with dire perplexity,
And lines their ioies with lasting miserie.
(As those which Truthes nere-failing word assures)
In great'st distresse great consolation brings,
And like good sauce an appetite procures,
Griese to disgest, as long as life endures:
This hope makes harts to hold that els would breake;
And harts almost quite broken shee recures,
And when our foes by force our ruine seeke,
She giues vs strēgth to weene their force too weake.
And makes a iest of temp'ral powre or paine;
From all annoy of both shee is exempt,
For in Griefes bowels shee doth ioie retaine;
As Ionas did in the VVhales intertaine:
The aire shee striketh with so strong a winge
That aire, or fire, the force cannot restraine,
But vp shee will through both, and ev'ry thing
That lets her from the place of her biding.
That shee her selfe her selfe doth oft surmount;
The Faithfuls Father made her so to stie,
And diverse other Saintes of lesse account;
Being on her VVings she, maugre force, wil mount,
Who, through the ten-fold heav'ns (though thick & hard)
Cā glide with ease, as Fish do through a foūt,
Nor by the high'st himselfe can shee be bard,
But will prevaile, as it with Iacob far'd.
Like Twins got by Desire, by Fancie borne;
And as Hopes ioie, on future Good doth stand,
So, Fear's a griefe conceav'd for Ill vnborne
(Which we expect) wherewith the Soule is torne:
Then looke what ods there is twixt Hope and Ioy,
The like's twixt Feare, and griefe (in minds forlone)
A like they comfort, or the Minde annoy,
As they best know, that best or worst enioy.
And shut so close that vitall Sp'rits it pines;
Then Nature to prevent death (which shee hates)
Drawes bloud and Sp'rits from al the parts confines,
And to the Hart in haste the same assignes:
Then are the outward partes, as pale, as cold,
And quake as fearing their approaching fines;
Then pants the heart that labours life to hold,
Which ties the Tongue, womb loosing ere it should.
The hart with horror thus excruciates;
So, in the soule it such a swaie doth beare,
That it the Powres thereof quite dissipates;
How like an Idoll stands Feares servile Slaue?
Whose total senses Feare so captivates,
That no one sense hath force it selfe to saue,
But Death desires to kill the feare they haue.
The hart, the hart doth then possesse the heele;
But most of all, when hart doth most transgresse,
And divine vengeance it (with feare) doth feele;
Then Strength may seeke to stay it, but, t'wil reele
In spight of morrall strength, that it should sway;
And, as starke drunke with fear, turne like the wheele
That wheeles the nether heauens without stay,
Let courage say the while, what courage may.
Feare to be hardy, or not hartlesse quite;
If Armors could from Art such tempers take,
The Artist should be king'd in Fortunes spight;
For many kings would crowne him for this sleight:
But he it is, whom heav'n, and hell doth feare,
Can take feare from, and arme vs with his might;
For he alone the faint-hart vp doth reare,
Or make the stowtest hart most faint appeare.
Gods feare, that strong Vulcanian Armor, must
Guard such good Soules as doe regard it heere;
Because such feare is euer full of trust,
That feares no threate of any mortal thrust;
For, Hope in him, doth make the dareing hart,
Which hope no hart can haue that is vniust;
For Conscience prickes will make the same to start
When the least Leafe doth wagge, by winde, or Art:
He doth dishart their harts, in whom it raignes,
In sort, that they themselves with horror purge,
When he on them his heavy vengeance raynes;
So that their feare exaggerates their paines.
The haughti'st Hart (erst swolne with Valours pride)
Feare striks stone-dead, whē he but vēgeance faines;
And greatest strength by vveakenesse is defide,
When as his pow'r in vveakenesse doth abide.
The Donor is the highest Diety;
The praise is His, that is to prowesse giv'n,
For he alone the Minde doth magnifie:
Then praise him Lowe, if courage make you Hie;
And laude him High, if feare make yee not lowe;
Yea high and lowe praise Him alone, whereby
You gaine the praise that men on you bestowe,
From Whom (as frō the Fount) al praise doth flowe.
swaggring Man-quellers are so desperate?
Who with strong hand Gods Images deforme
Fearing no man, but give the checke or mate
To good and badd of whatsoever state:
This is not courage, but an hellish fire
That boiles their bloud, cal'd Ire, inflam'd by Hate,
And oft of Saints they (Fiendes) haue their desire;
No otherwise then Iob felt Sathans ire.
Abell, that Innocent the Highests belov'd;
Yet Caine had hart and hand to broach his blood:
The like, Men Angell-like haue oft approv'd
This secret is obscure, but light to those
That take it light, and it abide vnmov'd;
Them Faith assures, He doth of all dispose;
In whome, come life or death, they hope repose.
By soddaine death my Soule so straight to haue,
VVhat matters it, though he bereave my breath
By Div'll, or Angell, so my Soule he saue;
The pow'r they both possesse, to them he gave,
Both are his Ministers to doe his will;
If Sathan then, my Corpes bring to the Grave,
To me it is so farre from being ill,
That Sathan doth me good, against his wil.
Sith it is good of goods, good all in all;
The fount, whereof all goodnesse is the floud,
That never yet was gag'd nor never shall
By Men, most wise, or spirits Angelicall:
It is th'Abysse of true Felicity,
VVhich some men, more then most fantastical,
Suppose they have, had they high dignity;
VVith pleasure fac'd, and lyn'd with Misery.
As sweete Conductors to his sweetest Sweete;
And Feare, and Griefe, from his wrath are deryv'n
To awe the Mind, (which first therwith doth meete)
And that which that Mind hath fore-done vnmeete,
should be thereto as Scourge and Scouger iust,
VVhich doe remaine, when sinnes sowre-Sweetes do fleete
To make the Mind abhorre her former lust;
For Griefe, and Feare, are iust to Mindes vniust.
The whiles the Soule remaines the Bodies Ghest,
Is the true rest some Good the Soule vouchsaves,
Which the Hart holdeth, and esteemeth best;
As Contemplation is Reasons rest:
Yet can there be no pleasure in that good
If it be greater then Hart can disgest;
For, if the Continent bound not the floud,
Confusion must ensue in likely-hood.
Too great for the Eyes small capacity,
They may be dymmed so, if not vndunne:
Or if it be too small, they cannot see;
As they are strong or weake, so Light must bee:
The like of other senses may be sedd
Outward or inward, bound to forme, or free,
Who must with moderation still be fedd,
For excesse thē annoies, nay strikes thē dead.
So hee's with ioy receaved of that part
That's likst himself, which is the Soul or sp'rit;
But for that he cannot himselfe impart
(being Immense) to them by pow'r or arte,
(they being not so) he is to them applied
By Vnderstanding, yet but so in part;
If otherwise he should with them abide,
They would through glory be quite nullified.
So in that part he takes the most delight
That to his Flesh, or sp'rite, most ioy imparts;
And with those pleasures is he swallowed quight,
Therefore the brutish Vulgar, most are pleas'd
In things substantial which appeare to sight,
And things divine, which cannot so be seas'd,
They hold as vaine, and are therewith displeas'd.
The vilst is that we feele, by that we touch;
Because it is the Earthli'st sense of all:
The Tast's of better temper, though not much:
Smelling is light, and lightly more will grutch
At vnsweete Savors, then in sweete will ioye;
The Hearing is more worthie farre then such,
Sith its more Airey and doth lesse annoy,
Whereby we gaine the Faith which we enioy.
Holds most of Fire, which is in nature neere
To the Celestiall Natures radience;
Therefore this sense to Nature is most deere,
As that which hath (by Natures right) no Peere.
Thus much for pleasures which these senses giue,
VVhereof the best must needs most base appeare
Compared to the worst our Soules receave,
Whose powres haue much more pow'r to take and give.
To draw the vvorld to be a pray to vvoe;
These make fraile flesh & Blood the founts of sinne,
From whence all mortall miseries doe sloe,
Which flesh and blood doe groning vndergoe;
In these are Baites for Beggars, as for Kinges:
VVhich pleasures streames doe (swelling) overfloe,
That they are caught vnwares; so that these thinges
The VVorld to Hell, and Hell to horror bringes.
The disposition of our better part:
Through these he hath a glimps of all that lies
Within the secret'st corners of our Hart,
Which wel to know belongs to heav'nly Art:
For loue of these, the Flesh the Sprite doth loth,
Who for their pleasure makes the same to smart,
And for their comfort soule and bodie both
With Care confusedly themselues doe cloth.
Fac'd with infernal Apparitions,
That so the next daies comfort might exceede:
So, are the Minde and Bodies motions
Care-cloth'd for senses consolations.
Fraile senses (Seede-plots of impietie
Made for our Reasons recreations)
Die and bee damn'd, or liue to magnifie
Your makers Mercie, Might, and Maiestie.
Agreeing with these Organs of the sense,
Some base, some meane, some high, (for so are these)
(Yet all but base to pleasures excellence,
Whereof the soules low'st powre hath highest sense)
So are there like gradations in the ioies
Those Powres conceaue, as is their pre'minence;
The feeding Powre, in feeding powre imploies,
Which pleaseth Nature, but the soule annoies.
As most supreame, doe most reioice the sp'rite;
For they belong to the supreamest sense,
VVherein the Minde conceaveth most delight
Thus then, if iudgement these degrees would way,
Shee would reiect ioie sensuall, as too light,
And not permit the same her to betray,
Which makes fraile sense the strongest Reason sway.
Should (being disgorg'd) from surfetting forbeare:
Th'insatiate Leacher would that fire suppresse,
That Conscience and his secrets oft doth seare:
None would be Beasts that humane creatures were.
Then, sense of Touch or Tast, as vil'st they bee,
So doe they bring the ioies that soonest weare;
For those that come by that wee heare or see,
Doe longer last, and with vs more agree.
The more's the paine in their accomplishment;
And the more vs'd they are excessiuely,
The more's the soule and bodies dammagement;
VVitnesse the Leachers lothsome languishment,
The Drunkards dropsie, and the Gluttons Grease,
Each clogg'd with either, or worse punishment,
That health decreaseth with their corps increase,
And shame increaseth with their fames decrease.
How little griefe will overthrow her quite
And giue her soule a deadly counter-buffe,
Shee wil (as forc'd) confesse, shee hath no might
VVhen Griefe, scarse sensible, but comes in sight.
VVe can brooke pleasures want with greater ease,
Then not feele griefes though they in pleasure bite;
For, absent good doth not so much displease,
As present ill our Soules soule doth disease.
Consists in some excesse, which stil doth tende
To the extreame subversion of our All;
The feare whereof must pleasure needs suspend,
And make her suffer pennance to the ende.
No Cōsciēce sear'd with Lusts Soul-scortching fire,
But feeles the Lawes sharpe-burning Iron to send
An hell of paine, where she is most intire;
For it doth death it selfe with life inspire.
The rest that on the outward senses rest:
So Fancies pleasures all those pleasures passe,
Because Opinion esteemes them best;
Hence is it, wealth with pleasure is possest
For no inherent vertue, but because
Opinion holdeth the possessor blest;
This makes men (maugre God and Natures lawes)
To bite, and scrat for wealth, with Teeth and Pawse.
False wealth, fraile state, vaine-glory then they are;
Only held good by doting Fantasie,
Which wil no part thereof to Reason share,
Least shee should finde them false, and bid beware:
But Reasons pleasures are perpetuall,
They are all comforte, quitted from all Care,
They thrall the Minde to freedome spiritual,
That makes selfe Bondage, sweet selfe Freedoms thral.
Doe hold al other pleasures hels of paine;
That some their wealth haue throwne into the Seas,
That so they might this weale with ease retaine;
(Save these alone) that prov'd all vnder Sunne,
These haue made Princes quitt their princely Traine,
Train'd by these pleasures (which are never dunne)
Quite from their Scepters and themselues to runne.
That they sleepe soundly in divine delight:
These make the Soule forsake the Bodies Trunck,
Leaving it Ioy-tranc'd whilst shee takes her flight
Through Natures workes to have her Makers sight:
These, these, & none but these are Heau'ns on Earth,
Because on Earth they see by Natures light
The highest Heavens Maiestie and Mirth,
And by his Sonnes light without Sire, their birth.
In Contemplation, are the most divine;
By which this life and that to come are blist,
VVhich made Philosophers to it assigne
The Chiefe Beatitude, the Spirittes vvine.
If Mindes that never knew the Sov'raigne Good
Mount vp so high to make this Good their fine,
VVhat shame for those baptiz'd in Christ his blood,
If they (like Swine) doe place the same in mudd?
Of pristine purity, so will the same
In all hir Actions, lesse or more transgresse,
And to the best, or worst, her motions frame:
Therfore some place their pleasure in their fame
For knowledge, and seeke knowledge to be knowne;
Some in rare handy-works, and some in Game,
Some how a State may stand, or be orethrowne
VVhen it is little, or else overgrowne.
This skill is it that most commends the soule:
This can instruct the sword to make a lane
To Crownes, & teach the same Crownes to cōtroule,
And slaues in Catalogue of kings enroule.
For Policies long Arme can compasse pow'r,
Which ioin'd, at wil, the Earths huge Bowle cā roule
In Natures spight, if from th'ætheriall Towre,
A suddaine vengeance stay not humane powre.
It wil slip through the Ioints of Monarchies;
And shaue the Crowne of Roiall Maiestie,
So be it stand in way of Tyranies,
That clime to Crownes by bloud and villanies.
The hand of Policie welding the sword,
Directs each Blow that wounds stil multiplies,
That slaues to Crownes through streams of bloud may ford;
For Crownes de Or, those sanguine streames afford.
Of those that shal thine Ambages survay;
Sith Policie compels thee to transgresse
The Rules of Order, her pow'r to display;
She (most importunate) wil haue no nay,
But thou must from thy proiect long desist
To blazon her high vertue by the way,
That sense may see wherein shee doth consist,
Wherein (being much) thou must the more insist.
Through my no skill and lesse experiment,
Comes from a Muse that can but speake of part,
Much lesse hath skill to teach al government;
So to presume; sith Reason hath bin strain'd
To highest reach for Rules of Regiment;
Sufficeth me to touch it as constrain'd
By that I handle; els, would haue refrain'd.
That Policie approveth for direct;
God, and Mans wisedome are repugnant quite;
Mans wisedome holdes for good a good effect
Caused by ill, which Gods doth stil reiect:
And to doe all that Policie doth will
Must needes the soule with mortal Sores infect;
Heare, what shee wils, then iudge, if well or ill;
And vse or els refuse it, as yee will.
Controules al powres, saue hellish or divine;
It glues together states, that VVarres vnioin'd,
And severs those that Concord did combine:
It makes or marres disposing Mine and Thine:
On Sov'raignes heads it makes Crownes close to sit,
That sooner shal their heads then Crownes decline;
It makes VVill law, when VVit thinkes Law vnfit,
Yet wils that Law should lincke with VVill and wit.
(Embozom'd by his sov'raigne) he must be
Carefull the humor of his Lige to learne,
And so apply himselfe thereto, that hee
May neither crosse nor with it stil agree:
Like Sol that with nor gainst the Heaven goes,
But runnes ascue, by whose obliquitie,
Each thing on Earth's conserv'd, and gayly groes;
So Councellors their councels shoulde dispose.
Vnto the Sunne, that but lent her the same:
So statesmen should reflect (how ere vnright)
Their wel-deservings, and their brightest fame
Vnto their Liege, as though from him it came.
For Princes may put shame of their oresights
Vpon their servants, who must beare the blame,
Applying praises of those mens foresights
Vnto themselues, as if they were their rights.
And Sov'raignes hate the first oft breeds the last;
Kings wil their Brethren hate, if not reproue
For being too wel belov'd, who often tast
The evil speede that growes from that loues hast;
Men shoulde not bee divels to shun tēporall death, or to be Gods on earth. That which in privat persons is called Choler, in publike is called Fury & cruelly. Sal. Rigor often buyeth her pleasure with perill of life. Mercy & truth preserue the King: for his throne shalbe established with Mercie. Prover. 20. 28 He that is careles of his own life, is Lord of anothers. Sen.
That would of King and subiect be embrac'd)
To mix their vertues deeds with villany,
T'avoide the plague of Popularitie.
Severity makes weake Authoritie,
If that too oft the Subiects it sustaine;
And smal faults punisht with great cruelty
Makes Feare and Hate desp'rate rebell'ouslie.
For, death of Patients Emprickes lesse defame,
Then Executions oft doe Sov'raignty,
And all that haue delighted in the same
Haue hate incurr'd, and often death with shame.
The purpose of true Hate made obstinate
With ceaslesse plagues, and extreame punishment:
For, when the weakest hand is desperate
Who death desires, is Lord of others life:
He feares not hell that would be reprobate:
A calme Authoritie represseth strife,
When much severitie makes Rebels rife.
By reprehēsion which S. Basil cals the healing of the soule: Salomō an ornamēt of fine gold Pro. 25. and David a precious Balme, Psa. 41. Tacitus saith, every notorious execution of iustice hath some taste of iniustice therin, yet sith it wrings but some in particular it is amply recompēced in the cōmon good.
If it may be; and, if that wil not serue,
Yet cut them off as t'were against thy will:
For, Men hate not their members which they kerue
Or cleane cut off, the rest so to preserue:
For Cruelty sometimes is Clemencie;
Its mercy in the Prince (peace to conserue)
To cut off Rebels with severity,
Lest they prevailing make an Anarchie.
Of mighty Men for Treason were to dy,
Policie would not haue the sword imbrude
In bloud of them as t'were successiuely;
But all at once, let them al headlesse ly:
For oft revenge with bloud to iterate,
The malice may suppresse of few too hy;
But stirres the harts of all to mortall hate,
Which may impeach the most secured state.
Away with it at once, quoth Policie:
And to the sores these plaisters ply straight way,
Doe some great good that argues Charity,
And pardon some to shew thy Clemencie:
To shedde the bloud of corrupt Maiestrates,
Doth not a little the paine qualifie:
The sacrifice of such hate expiates;
Thus bloud must heale what bloud exulcerates.
And wayward Subiects make the Prince seveare:
Ceaselesse abuses of Ire is the fuell:
Can Sov'raignes beare, when Subiects nought forbeare?
Such must be taught to loue through cause of feare:
For, oft a ijrke from a kinde Masters hand
Amōg much cockring, makes our loue more deere,
When as we know, it with our weale doth stand:
So short correction tends to long command.
Like Spunges must be vs'd, squiz'd being full,
And so must Iustice handle Vsurers;
They pull from Subiects, Kings from thē must pull,
And whē their fleece is grown, sheare off the wooll.
These are the Canker-wormes of Common weales,
They mortifie and make the Members dull,
Then when the Head thereof these Cankers feeles,
He needes must clense them, ere the Body heales.
Knowes not as yet what Rules to Rule belong;
Let Subiects grutch without iust cause of grutch,
They will, whē they perceave the Prince they wrōg,
To right the same, continue Subiects long:
By Punishment, and by Reward a State
May be ore-aged beeing over yong;
In Mould of Love to melt the Commons hate,
Is to correct without respect of state.
Authoritie derives resistlesse force;
For Piety constraines Obedience,
Sith all beleeves the Heau'ns doe blesse her coorse:
For, it foresees where Riott may runne out,
And with strong Barres (which Barristers r'enforce)
Makes fast the Parke-pale there and round about,
That to goe through, no one wil goe about.
How they exhaust their store for warre in peace
To maintaine Reuellings, and nothing spare
That tends to Sensualities increase,
Although therfore their Flocks they often fleece:
It ill beseemes (quoth Providence) the Prince,
His owne and publike Treasures to decrease
For private satisfaction of the sense,
Which sincks the State with waight of vain expēce.
So bee't they breake not bounds of Charitie,
Instruction sooner then Correction drawes
Such Discords to a perfect Vnity,
That yeelds a sweete Soule-pleasing harmony:
For, when a Violls strings doe not concent,
We doe not rend them straight, but leisurely
VVith patience put in tune the Instrument;
So must it be in case of Government.
To haue but liberty to hold their peace;
Who keepe their errors close from being scand
Doe hurt none but themselves, in warre or peace:
If Freedome true Obedience release
It will containe it selfe in liberty;
And Lenity Subiection doth encrease
Where strife desires publike tranquillity,
And still agrees t'obey Auctoritie.
If any Subiects be growne over great,
By death their grandure must of force be barr'd;
But if by Lawe they cannot doe that feate,
Without the shaking of their State and Seate,
It must be done without Law by some Chance
That soddainly must fall (ere blood doe heate)
So shall their Throne be stablisht, (witnesse France)
And subiect onely to divine vengeance.
That peace and powrfull men doe dwell togeather;
And ten times blessed is that King or Queene
Who make their Nobles live and loue each other;
Lyve like themselves, & like themselves love either:
This were the Quintenssens of Policie,
And witte, that's seld derived from the Mother,
VVhich rather can be wisht then taught, for whie?
No pow'r from vvill can take vvills libertie.
VVith Eagles Eyes (for Kings such Eies should have)
Behold the Members of the State alone,
And what the humors are which them deprave;
So may he purge the partes the VVhole to saue:
But to attone the vvills perverst by pow'r,
As easie wer't the Ocian drie to lave;
Pow'r may cōstraine, but VVill may choose t'endure,
And they that wil be sicke, no skill can cure.
Are easli'st ruled with a gentle Bitt;
And rev'rence Princes should not gaine with feare,
Nor Love with Lowlinesse, for State vnfitt,
This skill is very difficult, because
Vertues of diff'rent kindes must kindly knitt
Their powres in one, which VVitt togeather drawes,
And guards the Prince, no lesse thē Guards or Laws.
The Prince thereby security enioyes,
Free from Rebellions reach (that State disdaines)
And from contempt of Rule, that State annoies
Ingendring all misrule that state destroies:
The Scepter and the nuptial Bedd detests
To be devided, or to share their ioyes;
Yet Sou'rainty in extreame perill rests
Of partnershippe, when it Contempt disgests.
Envy and Empire be inseparate,
Fortune doth often Monarches make of Abiects
And Envy Monarchy doth quite abate,
If it assisted be with vulgar hate:
For Monarches finde no meane betwixt the Ground
And the extreamest topp of their estate;
But if they fal, the fall doth them confound:
Therefore let them be sure of footing sound.
That it be Constant, Severe, and Restraind;
Constant: for innovation breeds misrule;
Severe: for oft by Lenity vnfain'd
Nought but Contempt (orethrow of Rule) is gain'd:
Impunity breeds lawlesse Libertie;
For hope of scape (when Iustice is but fain'd)
Drawes on bold Vice to doe al villany
Vnder the Nose of mild Auctority.
Fast sheath'd with rust, that it wil not come out?
Who by remisnesse, not by clemencie
Makes th'edge of his pow'r (dull'd) to turne about:
This King the Commons wil command and flout,
Who are contain'd with feare and not with shame,
And nere abstaine from Riot or from Rout
For badnesse of them, but for feare of blame,
And punishment inflicted for the same.
(As erst was said) and is as much to saie,
That the chiefe strength from Kings shoulde stil bee drain'd,
And stay with them, to be to them a stay;
Lest Treason should their trust and them betray:
They may dissolue the force of Emperie,
When they make Kings of those that should obay;
For Slaues endu'd with Kings authoritie
Make Kings but slaues, through Kings infirmity.
To honor Subiects high, of high desert
With highest honor of Obedience,
And though obeying, rule an ample part:
So be't the honor which they thus imparte
Bee short and sweete, chiefly Lieuetenancie;
For it, if long, with pride affectes the Hart,
Which makes the same affect sole Monarchie;
So put the King and state in ieobardie.
The highest Angels were ambitious:
Its death to ample fortunes, Saile to strike;
Nay Death to them is farre lesse dolorous:
Great Persons haue great Passions; state is stiffe,
Vnapt to bow, how ever curtuous:
And when great Sp'rits haue tasted but a whiffe
Of praise for rule, they (drunke) would rule in chiefe.
(Although a Beggar cloathed like a king)
When some in mock'ry made him halfe divine
With Lauds, and Legs, stil rising and bowing,
Perswaded was, he was no other thing:
So Sp'rites that are made druncke with vulgar praise
For their dexteritie in governing,
Doe weene all true that vulgar vapor saies,
And thinke themselues alone the rest should raise.
Suspitious Policie them out doth set:
For like as stones, which in firme Arches bee
Would fall, but that they one another let,
By meanes wherof the Arch more strength doth get:
So fares it with a state or Monarchie,
Whose perill might (perhaps) be over-great
By ore-much concorde of the over-hie;
Then ods twixt them still mainetaines vnity.
That are vnruly (if by that rule squar'd
That al should rule) It sov'raignes learnes to ly,
Dissemble, and deceaue; if it regard
The common good of thē they ought to guard:
But to doe ill, that good thereof may come,
By better Rules and more assur'd, is bard;
Then how it should a sou'raigns state become
To ly at all, to this I answere mum.
What tis to rule, and ruling long to raigne:
If Kings make conscience of a little lie,
When it may good the state and Soveraigne,
Ill may ensue, that good so to refraine:
Yet when wee knowe all harts are in his hands,
That harts and all doth rule and sole sustaine,
We muse at Policies so crosse commaunds
When as we know, all by the other stands.
Which with the teeth and lippes is eake inclos'd,
And is the senses Organs plac'd among
Eies, Eares, and Nose, by Nature so dispos'd
That nothing by the Tongue should be disclos'd,
Before it hath tane councell of each sense,
That are to falshoode evermore oppos'd,
Lest they should misinforme th'Intelligence,
Which haynously procures the Soules offence.
Nor lying lips the King; so saith that Prince
That rul'd in peace, and did his enemies coole
With truth and equity; but that's long since,
And twixt the times there may be difference:
Yet if we may not for Gods glory ly,
Much lesse for matters of lesse consequence:
Kings should be Patterns of all pietie,
VVhich doth consist in truth and equitie.
For piety) saith there are certaine lies
VVhereof no great offence is borne or bred,
Yet are not faultlesse; in which leasings lies
Hence may we see, how much deprav'd we are,
VVhen Kings sometimes must faine and temporise
For their estate and common-wealthes welfare,
VVhich would fare ill, if they should it forbeare.
To bee too lavish of their presence, when
Among the commons it might well be spar'd;
For Maiestis like Deity in Men,
VVhen wee it see, as farre as wee can ken:
Yet policie (the proppe of waightie States)
VVould haue them present with all now and then,
As well to comforte, as to cease debates,
Both which their harts to true loue captivates.
That who so bridles their felicitie
Shall better governe it, and hold it long;
For Temp'raunce ioined with Authoritie,
Makes it resemble sacred Deitie:
It bids them loue the learned with effect,
VVho can with lines their liues historifie
That ay shall last, and their renownes erect
As high as Heav'n, maugre humane defect.
Sufficiently at these guilt times of ours,
VVherein great Men are so to money sold,
That Iupiter himselfe in golden Showres
Wil basely stand, to gather while it powres.
Mars scornes Minerva, gibes at Mercury,
He better likes Venerian Paramoures:
Greatnesse regards not Prose, or Poesie,
But weenes an Angell hath more Maiesty.
And when want swaies the Senses Common-weale,
VVitts vitall faculties wax al amort:
The Minde, constrain'd the Bodies want to feele,
Makes Salves of Earth the Bodies hurt to heale,
Which doe the Mind bemire with thoughts vnfitt;
Hēce come those dull Conceipts sharp witts reveale,
Which nice Eares deeme to come frō want of witt,
When want of wealth (indeede) is cause of it.
(As leane as Death for lacke of sustenance)
Complaine (poore Staruelings) in sadd Elegies
Of those whom Learning onely did advaunce,
That of their wants haue no considerance.
What Guift to Greatnesse can lesse welcome be
Then Poems, though by Homer pend perchaunce?
It lookes on them as if it could not see,
Or from them, as from Snakes, away wil flee.
How then to me should praise thereof pertaine?
Thou hitt'st the Marke (deere Sir) & yet dost misse;
For, though no praise for penning it thou gaine,
Yet praise thou gett'st, if thou that Pen sustaine,
That can eternize thee in Deathes despight,
And through it selfe thy grossest humors straine,
So make them pure (at least most pure in sight)
Which to Posterity may be a light.
That so, they may (though great) much more receaue:
The more like God, the more they doe relive;
And, the more VVriters they aloft doe heave,
For, with a droppe of ynke their Penns haue pow'r
Life to restore (being lost) or life bereave,
Who can devour Time that doth all devoure,
And goe beyonde Tyme, in lesse then an how'r.
Had not blind Homer made it see the vvay
(In Parchas) spight) to all eternities?
It had with him (long since) bin clos'd in Clay.
Where had Æneas name found place of stay,
Had Virgills verse of it no mention made?
It had ere this bin drown'd in deepe decay:
For, without memory, Names needes must vade;
And memory is ay the Muses Trade.
Remember those of whom they are dispis'd?
They are not Stocks that feele no iniurie,
But sprightly, quicke, and wondrous wel adviz'd;
Who, though with loose Lines they are oft disguis'd
Yet when they list, they make immortal lynes,
And, whosoere by those lines are surpriz'd,
Are made eternal, they, and their Assignes,
Or wel, or ill, as Poesy defines.
(Sith they are deafe that should redresse the same)
That Policy we may yet better paint,
And consecrate more lines vnto her name,
That learnes our Pen her laudes by lines to frame.
Shee would that Government should never dy,
Which is the Rodd of Circes, which doth tame
Both Man, and Beast, (if ledd by Policy)
And tends to perfect Mans Societie.
One gettes Revenge, Contempt the other gaines:
All gainfull Leagues she would haue lengthn'd long,
And not to warre vntill iust cause constraines;
For, Iustice prospers VVarres and Thrones sustaines:
No Secrets, nor no publike governments
To Clawbacks, or to those that scrach for gaines,
Shee would have shar'd; for badd are all their bents,
And evermore doe ruyne governments.
Therefore shee would have such aloofe to stand,
As farre (at least) as a bent brow can fling
Them from the Sov'raigne, or a straight command:
These bitter baneful weeds doe spil the Land.
But to the tried trusty, she would haue
The Sov'raignes favoure constantlie to stand;
For, with their losse they seeke the whole to saue,
To whome, like Fathers, they themselues behaue.
Extreamly in his weakenesse; and requires
That it be cut short ere it gathers length,
And level that, that out of course aspires:
Shee chargeth Kinges to quench their vaine desires
Of vaine expence, without the Commons charge,
Lest it enflame Rebellions quenchlesse fires,
Which oft, such large expence doth much inlarge;
Who, oft the same vpon the King discharge.
Bereaving Kings of pow'r t'infringe the same:
For, if their Crownes are by the Lavves sustain'd,
They should not breake the Props, lest al the Frame
That, of Reteyners shee would have obseru'd,
Else most Ignobles, in a Nobles name,
Wil let Lawes course, which should be safe reseru'd,
And wrack the Poore which law would haue cōserv'd.
So should the Maiestrates the People sway.
The Governours are living Lavves in States:
And a dumbe Maiestrate the Lavve is ay.
As Bodies, Reason and the Soule obay;
So States should Law and Maiestrates by right;
For, Law is Reason, keeping all in Ray,
By which the wise themselues doe guide aright;
And Vulgares have it from Law-givers light.
Much lesse embrace th'advice of selfe Conceipt:
For, such Conceipt hath neither Eyes, nor Eares,
To heare, or see another, but doth waite
Vpon her selfe, admiring her owne height.
In cases doubtfull it is dangerous
T'admitte light Councells; for, for want of weight
T'wil make the case to be more ponderous,
The whilst such Councells prove Aëreous.
Occurrs with matters of such consequence,
Wherein there is such depth of Misterie
That it wil blunt the sharpest Senses sence
Of the acut'st, and swift'st Intelligence;
Ne shall Deliberation be assur'd
Of their effect, vntill their evidence
Tyme doth produce; or triall hath procur'd,
Wherein rash Iudgment must not be endur'd.
Therefore, wise Pilots keepe them in the Maine,
And rather brooke rough Tempests miseries,
Then by vnknowen perrils rest to gaine:
They shunne the flats by their experience plaine;
For, in all perils such experience
Must guide the course, els perillous is paine;
Nay, death may follow double diligence
Not set on worke by single Sapience.
Whose nere-deceaved eie sees all in all;
Shee can make light the darkest mistery,
Then, her at all assaies to councell call,
Especially in matters mysticall:
Realmes haue a world of crannies, where doe lurke
Ten thousand mysteries from view of eie,
VVhich nerethelesse vncessantly doe worke,
And often giue the state a deadly Iurke
That might be learn'd in state-Philosophies;
For Kingdomes govern'd by Philosophers
No Constellations feare, nor Destinies:
They know what should the Soveraigne suffice
And what the Subiect; bending al their might
T'accomplish both their long felicities
By seeing that each one may haue his right,
Preventing forraine, and domesticke spight.
Of Neptune (mightie Monarch of those Plaines)
Is neere at point to perish (if hee frownes,)
Without a sterne and one that it sustaines:
So fares that state that hath nor Lordes nor Lawes,
Wherewith the Liege the State from ruine raines
In stormes of troubles, and Contentions flawes,
VVherein wise Councels calme effectes doe cause.
T'examine all that may impeach the state;
They make the Common-wealth a Paralell
To that of Rome when shee was fortunate,
And Cæsar make of a meane Magistrate:
VVho Baracado vp with Lawes strong Barres
All that lies ope for Vice to ruinate,
And stoppe the Passages of Civill VVarres
VVith martiall law, which Male-contents deterres.
Deeper, then well to know how well to liue
In Peace, and VVealth, (this worldes felicitie)
And Rules of Life, to that effect to giue;
They diue too deepe, if they doe deeper diue:
VVhat is the knowledge of the Transcendents
To him that learnes men onlie how to thriue?
Though he nere red such wilde Artes Rudiments,
Hee's fitter farre for civill governments.
Haue no necessitie in government;
But Ethickes, Politickes, and Oeconomicks,
These to good Governours are incident,
VVhere morrall vertue sitteth President:
To bee well red in all good Historie
(VVhich makes the sp'rite much more intelligent)
Doth stand with state and perfit policie,
And maketh dexterous Authoritie.
For, all is knowne in their circumference;
And what soere this Nurse of Earthlings beares?
Is subiect to humane intelligence:
Then knowledge is vnknowne by consequence:
In which respect Men doe their wits apply
To this or that Arte with all diligence,
Vnable to know al Philosophie,
Because it stands not with mortality.
To weet, Greate, Small, and the Indifferent;
And that which doth participate of these
Is in perfection held most excellent,
Which is the Councellor in government:
For, hee twixt Prince and People beeing plac'd,
Best sees what is for both convenient;
And for his vertue, is of both embrac'd;
For vertue from the midst is nere displac'd.
And is not vertuous, he a Monster is;
For, in the midst can nothing sit that's base,
Sith Vertue there (as in her Heav'n of blisse)
Her selfe enthrones to all eternities.
Physitions labour, aimes at nought but health;
Sailors, good passage; Captaines, victories;
So Councellors should for the Common-wealth,
Which iustly to her limbes her dowry dealth.
Then vertuous (that is, vertuous past compare)
Who whē his King's with-drawn, may ope the dore
And in a Closet diue into his eare,
To put into his Head how all things are:
Corrupted with pure gold, or what soere,
Some Fiend will say, all this wil I giue thee
(Shewing him VVorldes) if thou wilt honor mee.
To make such Minnions (if he must haue such)
That in their Soules corruption deadly hate,
And having much, desire not overmuch;
But to finde such an one, were more then much:
For to be neere, and deere vnto a Kinge,
Fils hart with pride, and pride doth empt the pouch;
Thē for supply (sowre sweete) a sweete-sowre thing
(Which may the Sov'raign wrest, the subiect wring)
Call'd Lieges-loue abus'd, the same must bring.
(Sith loue they must, and ought, where it is due?)
On any one that still his grace wil moue
For Common-good, and private doth ensue
But for that good; This Minion in a Mew
Had neede be kept; for, if he flie abrode
Divels-incarnate will him still pursue
Till they haue made a Divell of a God,
Or if hee scape, tis with temptations lode.
(For loue of Heav'n) to all the earth holds deere,
Yet serpents wisedome hath, in his doues head,
And from all spots of pride is purged cleere,
And stil would fast to make the rest good-cheere:
This were a Minion for a God, or King,
Worthy to weld the VVorld; and who drawes neere
In nature to this Man, or divine Thing,
A Prince should vse, with all deere cherishing.
Who in great wisedome hold the State vpright;
No Halles orehang'd with Armes of Ancestors
Haue in their right creation any might;
But if they haue them too, they are most right:
Yet Vertue found not Tully nobly borne,
But made him Noble by his wisedomes weight;
“Vertue respects not fortune, nor doth scorne
“To dwell with those whose fortunes are forlorne.
Bloud's but the water wat'ring Fleshes dust;
Which by its nature ever doth descend,
And makes fraile Flesh to fall to things vniust:
For, tis but Blood in the vniust and iust:
And al alike it is in high and lowe;
Not halfe so ful of life, as ful of lust,
Making vs rather abiect, then to growe
To high accoumpt, for ought that from it flowes.
As good Musitions, oft in life are badd;
These last make discords ioyne in pleasant moode;
The first the like in Common-weales have made:
So either may be vertuous in his Trade,
How ever vitious in their lives they are:
But Policy the Prince doth still disswade
From making such too great, for they wil pare
The Prince, and polle the Commons without care.
Are most vnmeete to manage Kingdomes states;
And so are Men of base condition
Vnfitt to make inferior Maiestrates:
No more then costly plumes doe Asses heads;
They are call'd Crafts-men, quasi craftie mates,
Let these rule such (if they must governe needes)
For they at best are nought but holsome vveedes.
Advance themselues by wealth (the Nurse of Vice)
And with good gifts supply want of desert;
Good-giftes, that Givers of Commands entice
To part with them though they be nere so nice:
These (seing wealth hath giv'n them Vertues meede)
Doe make port-sale of Vertue, and Iustice
T'enrich themselues to clymbe thereby with speed;
From whence the wracks of Cōmon-weales proceed.
It might be borne, although it heavy were:
But they hereby make all themselues to arme
With gold, that seeke authoritie to beare,
Because they see its gotten by such geare:
When Vertue's thus neglected and dispis'd,
Then Vice perforce doth in her place appeare;
And where dam'd Vice hath Vertues place surpris'd,
A Common-woe, with Common-wealth's disguis'd.
And whereas Iudgments thus are bought and sold,
There, by iust Iudgment al goes stil to nought:
Yet Iustice and iust Iudgments States vphold,
Whose want wrappes them in mis'ries manifold.
The Iudgments of that Iust orewhelme that Land
That armes Oppression (gainst the Lawes) with Gold;
For where its so, there VVill for Law must stand,
And Law goes with Confusion hand in hand.
Wherein alone w'are like the Deity,
Is that alone which makes vs meete to rule;
For Natures lawes, and Reas'ns authority
Requires that such should haue high'st dignity,
That by their vertue, and their high estate,
They might conserve men in prosperity:
For right it is they should be rais'd to State,
That make the state of all most fortunate.
For which all vertuous Men all paine endure:
If then such men from Honor should be barr'd,
All to be vicious it would soone procure;
For Vice doth raigne where Vertue hath no pow'r:
Where Honors are bestow'd without respect
On good and badd, as cloudes bestowe their shower,
There must of force ensue but badd effect
For who'l be good, if Grace the good neglect.
Statues of mettall, Arches triumphal,
With Publike Sepulture, and praises cleere,
These, and such like, they did bestow on all
That to their Common-weales were as a VVall:
For they that watch whilst others sound doe sleepe
To stay the State, that else perhapps might fall,
And laboure stil the Lambes from VVolves to keepe;
Such Shepherds should be honor'd of the Sheepe.
Is ev'n as if a Shippe were rendered
In greatest Tempests and VVindes outrages,
To richest Marchants to be governed,
Whereof ensues the wracke of shippe and freight,
From which in Stormes it is delivered
By skilful Pilotts which haue gott the sleight
by their experience to direct her right.
For that by Valor and great Policie
He did reduce th' Athenians beastly bredd
To live by Lawes in great civility;
But Solon's prais'd more meritoriously,
Who finding Athens at the point to fall
With shocke of Civill warre, he readily
Did staie the same, and reestablish't all
The Lawes & Maiestrats, driv'n to the wall.
And Rome preserved from their furies flame
Deserve lesse, (if not more) memorialls,
Thē the two Brethrē that first built the same:
Nor yet can Cæsars or great Pompeies fame
(Though they Romes Empire stretcht from East to VVest)
Be so renowned, as his glorious name
That found it neere by Haniball possest,
Yet rescu'd it, and gaue it roome and rest.
If with their wealth they were but fooles vniust:
The Common-wealth would private be to such,
For they would rule by Lawes squar'd by their Lust;
And for their gaine stil buy and sell the Iust:
VVisedome and Iustice, with wealth competent
Should be in Rulers: such the Prince might trust
With greatest charge (next them) in government;
For each will rule as Vertues President.
Others to vertue and to keepe the Lawes,
If they them-selues them-selues there frō disswade,
And by their lewdnesse, others lewdnesse cause?
“A Rulers Vice to vice the People drawes:
Sylla might wel be laught to scorne, when hee
Perswaded Temperance to all; because
He liv'd himselfe (none more) licenciouslee,
For none lesse loved mediocritee.
Allow'd those Vices in the Multitude,
Frō which himselfe refrain'd religiouslee:
For, if by Princes, vices bee alowd,
It is alone, as if they vice ensude.
But iust Licurgus nere did ought forbid,
But by himselfe the same should be eschude
Whose subiects did no more thē himself did,
Such Legislators should bee deifide.
Examples more then Lawes make men liue wel:
Doe Priests liue so? their liues like Loadstones draw
The people to the same: And doe compel
Sans-force t'obedience such as would rebel:
Then weigh what good or ill your liues doe cause
Ye Prophets Sonnes, that should in grace excel;
Is your life il? its double ill, because
It hurts your selues, and to vice others drawes.
That diff-vnites the best vnited state:
Which growes from Governors vice or mis-rule
That makes the Commons (with no common hate)
The forraine Foe, then findes domesticke aide,
Aide that assists all that wil innovate;
So by their Subiects Sov'raignes are betraide,
VVhen their mis-rule makes them be disobaide.
Out of the way (as it were) by the way,
To view the liues of Princes of this Land,
Since first the Norman did the Scepter sway
And scanne their vndertakings as I may:
For by th'event of Actions past, wee shall
The present, and future, the better sway;
Which is the vse of storie, for they fal
Seldome or nere, that haue light to see All.
By his succesful sworde having subdude
This compound Nation (weake through civil war)
The Conquest hee so thorowly pursude
As that an admirable peace ensude:
This fierce Invader with resistlesse force
Dissolu'd the state and made the Multitude
To liue by Lawes, which Lawyers yet enforce,
Which, of all former lawes did crosse the course.
Supplanting, or transplanting ev'rie plant
That might proue poison to his frolicke fate;
And planting in their place (ere Plants did want)
Such as were holsome, or lesse discrepant:
So that no Brittaine, Saxon, Dane, or all,
Could to this day his Ofspring here supplant,
But they haue, doe, and still continue shall,
Vntill this Kingdome from her selfe doth fall.
From so smal wealth, and powre which he possest,
Not onely such a people to suppresse,
But erst at ods, to make them liue in rest
For ten descents twice tolde and more at least;
Not as a Nation mixt, but most intire,
And with new Lordes, new Lawes the land invest,
Which straight extinguish might seditions fire,
And keepe Ambition downe that would aspire.
If head, and hand, vse not like government,
The reeling Crowne may soone be overthrowne,
Though it (perhaps) be propt by Parliment:
VVitnesse our Conquests in the Continent:
That vvere more glorious, then commodious,
Because we made the sword the instrument
Onely to make our selues victorious,
But not to keepe vvhat made vs glorious.
Turmoiles, and Brals, to that state incident,
That is not throughly staide, the Land inflam'd;
For no peace is so sure or permanent,
But Avarice or Pride makes turbulent.
Richard the first, transported by desire
To helpe to conquere Iurie, thether went;
And made his brother Iohn, Regent intire;
Who did vsurpe the Crowne ere his retire.
In Austria, from whence b'ing ransomed,
Hee repossest his Crowne; but in the warre
He made (when he his Crowne recovered)
The end of Kings thus causing their owne griefe
To leaue their crownes so neere anothers Head;
A pleasant pray enticeth many a Theefe,
And who'l bee second, when he may be chiefe.
Of iust Revenge, to all Vsurpers due;
In whose dire Raigne, two curses crost the Land,
Gods, and the churches, which made all to rue,
For ceaslesse Troubles did thereon ensue:
And in conclusion his life hee lost;
For vengeance to the ende did him pursue;
So, al his life hee beeing turn'd and tost,
Before his time gaue vp his tired Ghost.
The common-wealth (fast rooted) gan to sprout,
And by this Piller to high state did clime,
For he was prudent, painefull, valiant, stout,
And dextrously his bus'nesse brought about:
He wisely waide how incommodiously
The Conquests stoode atchiv'd the Land without,
Therefore he bent his powre, and industry,
It to reduce into a Monarchie.
Reducing both to his obedience;
And long might one the other haue enioy'd
Without hart-burning inbred difference:
If hee had vs'd King VVilliams dilligence:
Prosperous he was abroade, and iust at home,
And lesse vertuous, then a valiant Prince,
Leaving his Sonne (that next supplide his rome)
A demonstration what doth kings become.
But not in Rules, by which he rul'd aright,
Who being seduc'd by Masters of Misrule,
Referr'd the government to their oresight,
Who, all oresaw, but what advance them might:
Vntill their rapine, and ambition,
The loue of all from their Liege parted quight;
So that the Sire assail'd was by the Sonne,
And being subdu'd, was murth'red in Prison.
Who like to figg-Trees growing on the side
Of some steepe Rocke, doe feede none but a crue
Of Crowes and Kites, which on their Toppes do ride,
And plume on them (base Birds) on ev'ry side:
A States abundance, if it manag'd be
By a lascivious King, which Slaves misguide,
Subverts the State which Kinges cannot foresee,
When they are compast with ill Companee.
In all attempts and Actions fortunate,
No lesse iudicious then valorous,
Yet were his Conquests hurtfull to his State,
For they the same did but debilitate:
So that when through his ages feeble plight,
And this ore-racked Realmes most poore estate,
The Synnewes of the warre were cracked quight,
His wonted fortunes then plaide least in sight.
Filling Th'almighties iust al-hearing Eares,
Importunes Vengeance, which with Argus Eyes
VVatcheth his shaking house for many yeares,
Disastrous Richard second of that name,
Pestred with plagues, and ceaselesse cause of feares,
(Through his misrule) can well averre the same,
VVho did the forme of this State quite vnframe.
Through his more great oppressions, and excesse:
He lov'd and praised none that vertue prais'd;
Liv'd like his Grandsire great, with like successe,
VVho, blest a few, that few or none did blesse:
Edward, and Richard, second of their names,
(The last, the first did second in distresse)
Both over-ruled were by base past-shames,
So Both alike, lost Kingdome, Life, and fames.
It is in that one had a sory Sonne,
The other a like Cousin to compell
Him yeeld his Crowne, before his Daies were done,
VVhich were abridg'd (as Edwards) in Prison:
But, if this King had not so childish bin
VVhen Mowbray peacht th'Vsurper of Treason,
He might haue bin secure from al his Kin:
But blinded Iudgment is the hire of Sinne.
Richard, lies naked clothed with his gore,
Exposed to the view of old and yonge,
A woefull Spectacle, if not much more
For Kinges that live, as he had liv'd before:
But though Examples (freshly bleeding yet)
Doe Gaue crie, (or rather lowde doe rore,)
Yet Kings thus clawde, where they doe ytche, forgett
The future paine, on present pleasure sett.
Of all Vsurpers had the best successe.
For, he was provident to hold his owne,
And for the Common-wealth he was no lesse:
In Field, and Towne, he would direct the Presse;
Chiefe Captaine, and chiefe Councellor was he
Who rul'd in height of VVisedome, and Prowesse;
Into obscurest Treasons he could see,
And if they VVere, soone cause them not to Bee.
Which was as longe as Nature gaue him leave;
And courage gaue the Scepter wel to weld
Vnto his Sonne to whome he both did leave,
Who, did accordingly the same receave:
He rul'd as did his Sire, in VVisedomes strength,
And heigth of Valor, which he eke did give;
Who caught fast hold on fleeting France at length,
“But weak arms loose, what ere the strōg arme geint'h.
(After this Kinge with glorie was interr'd)
The Divine Vengeance gan againe to peepe
Vpon his Sonne, that longe had bin deferr'd;
The Cries of Richards blood now well are heard:
And silly Henry (though a Saint he bee)
Must beare the plagues his Grandsires guilt incurr'd,
When he imbrude his hands, or did agree
To have his Sov'raignes bloud shedd savaglee.
Then by a woman most improvident
He is ore rul'd, for shee of all disposeth,
Till Hate and Factions ore-grew government.
Claimed the Scepter, (being so ill swai'd)
Where was examin'd his claime, and descent,
And then gaue waie to it, when all was wai'd;
So, silly Henry was by law betrai'd.
But an Vsurper needes must make the King;
Yet t'was decreed that he should bee permitted
For life to hold the Crowne which death doth bring
When as the Crowne is held as no such thing:
Making the Duke by Act of Parliament
His Heire apparant, without altering,
Which for them both was most malevolent,
For hardly can one Crowne, two Kings content.
Against their Liege directlie, and the Lawes;
No lesse disloiall, then improvident,
And of effectes most bloudie was the cause;
For, now the King his Friendes together drawes,
VVho, for his safetie straight began to lay,
VVhich could not be without the fearefull Pawse
Of Yorke (that Lion) cleane were cut away,
Downe must his Den, his Howse must haue no stay.
Stood on his strength, so to defeate his foes;
And having wisedome truelie serpentine
Still compassing about the crowne he goes,
Whom Henry tripping in his course orethroes:
But his Sonne Edward kept the claime a foote
Vntill that civill bloud the Land oreflowes;
Who, in conclusion, pull'd vp by the roote
All Lets, & got th'imbrued crowne with mickle boot.
The Common-wealth, became a Common-woe;
Iustice, and government by Rogues ore runne,
The Ministers whereof tost too and fro
Like foote-balls over which al men may goe:
All was quite out of square, by squaring thus;
The Ground did grone enforc'd to vndergoe,
Continued Armies (most contentious)
That made the State poore, as prodigious.
Here was Succession wel established,
What villanie was not thereby committed?
What vertue was not quite abolished?
And who so high that were not drown'd in dreade?
Yonge, olde, rich, poore, and Babes vnborne, or borne,
Beasts, & things senselesse had cause Teares to shedd,
For all hereby away perforce were worne,
And far'd at least, as Creatures most forlorne.
Their Mothers-wombe (the Cōmon-wealth) to raigne;
From such apparant-Heires God vs defend,
That care not who doe lose so they may gaine:
And long may Hee in peace the Crowne sustaine,
That for our peace, & his, such Heires hath brought;
We all of late for such did stil complaine;
Then now sith we haue such, and cost vs nought,
Lett's thankfull be and know them as we ought.
Might Right orecomes, chiefly in Kingdoms claimes;
Pow'r Titles stirrs, and Conquest makes their peace:
The Sword the Law (how firme soever) maymes,
Though Prince, and Peeres, provide for future rule,
Ambition hardly her estate disclaimes,
Though for a time the Lawes her over-rule,
Yet when time serues, the Law shee wil misrule.
Our force lies most dispersed at the Plow,
Vnready, rude, and oft rebellious too,
Whose Sun-burnt Necks oft rather breake thē bow,
Not caring whom, ne what they doe alow:
These and such like enduced our late Prince
Such motions vtterly to disalowe,
For this, and many an inconvenience,
Whereof all Times affoord experience.
(By fortie fiue yeares proofe, and her sharpe sight
Into events, whereof al Stories tell)
How safe to rule, and keepe the State vpright,
For her rights sake, right close to keepe this right:
Better (she thought) such Hëires two daies old
Then two yeares, and as strong in Law, and Fight:
So, lou'd her States life, and her owne to hold,
And made her Hart that Heires securest Hold.
Both Law, and Conscience, doe conclude the State;
And who resists (by birth) that lawful Heire,
Resists the lawful Sov'raigne Maiestrate,
Made both by birth and Law from iust estate:
Monarchicall-inheritance resides
In him from her, then, who doth violate
Obedience to him wounds the tender sides
Of Law and Conscience, and al good besides.
The weake Lancastrians drave to the wall,
And spared none, till all were overthrowne
That might lie in his waie to make him fall:
His Brother Clarence (ô Crime Capitall!)
He did rebaptize in a Butt of VVine,
Being ielous of him (how soere Loiall)
A Turkish providence most indivine;
Yet Crownes wil rest on such, ere thei'le decline.
Ful of Rebellion and Disloyaltie,
May cause a Prince for his securer station
To stand vpon the like extremitie
VVhere Vertue hath no place of certenty.
VVhat Prince (if providēt) wil stick to straine
Both Law and Conscience in secresy
To cutt one Mēber off, that letts his raigne,
VVhich the states Body doth in health maintaine?
Such Heires, great Cousines, or great Subiects haue,
The more the Multitude wil sett them foorth
And more and more their rule they seeke and craue;
Then must we lose a part the vvhole to saue:
These haue Achitophells to egge them on
And make them much more restlesse then a wave,
Vntil their Soveraignes they sett vpon
To make them yeeld vp their Dominion.
Put in their Heads how they may cōpasse Crownes,
That Crownes at last may compasse so their Heads
And sitt victoriously on steedfast Thrones:
To gather Hony if they chance to rest,
And store themselues with sweete provisions,
VVhilst the Crown-greedy Cousine in vnrest
Lives but for them with feares and cares opprest.
To remoue Obstacles bent all his might;
Yet could no skill or humane providence
Protect his Sonnes from their Protectors spight:
VVho as he seru'd King Henry, seru'd them right.
The blood of Innocents on Innocents
VVith heavy vengeance mixte, amaine doth light:
Thus, Innocents are plagu'd for the Nocents
Such are the High'sts inscrutable Iudgments.
So for their Crowne were his Sonnes murdered,
By hardest Harts in softest Bedd of Downe
They were (deere Harts) at once quite smothered,
VVhich some ignoble Nobles furthered:
And, rather then they should not die by force,
Or want a VVant-grace to performe the Deede,
Their Vncle and Protector must perforce
Their Crowne from Head, and Head frō Life divorce.
Vpon the Royal Throne that reeling stood;
Now Rule doth end, when he to rule began,
VVho being perfect ill, destroi'd the Good,
And like an Horseleech liv'd by sucking blood.
Now as desire of Rule more bloody was
In Yorke then Lancaster, so did the flud
Of Divine Vengeance more in Yorke surpasse:
For to maine Seas of blood, Blood-Brookes repasse.
When Horsleech-like he had his bloody pray,
Away fals hee in bloud bemir'd with Mud,
Making his Nephewes vsher him the way.
For from his crowne the crowne was cut away.
Henrie the sevenths keene-edg'd victorious Sword
Slipt twixt both Crownes vnto his Crownes decay,
And got the Crowne that was much more assur'd
VVhich hee to his, and his to theirs affoord.
Henrie the seventh the Scepter takes in hand,
Who with it (as with Moises powrefull Rod)
Turn'd streames of civill bloud that soakt this land
To silver streames, that ran on Golden sand:
He turned Swords to Mattockes, Speares to Spades,
And bound vp all vnbound, in peaces Band,
Who draue the erst long idle to their Trades,
And chang'd iniurious Swords, to Iustice-Blades.
Sits in the Kingdomes late vnstable Seate:
Plow-men praise God, and God doth speed the Plow,
For such a King that makes their Crops compleate,
And multiplies their heardes of sheepe and Neate:
Vpon Ambitions Necke hee sets his foote
Keeping her vnder; And amongst the VVheate
He puls vp Darnell dulie by the roote,
And nought neglects that may his Kingdome boote.
And knew all from the Cedar to the shrub;
He bare the sworde that gaue a bitter blow
Aswell to Cedars, as the lowest stub
VVisedome and Prowesse did exalt his Throne,
Iustice and Mercie propt it, which did curb
Those that would shake it, so that he alone
Did rule the Roast that all did liue vpon.
With louing feare, that made him Lion-bold.
He ordred things as pleas'd the Thing of Things,
Like David, that of him his Crowne did hold,
That on his Throne his Ofspring doth vphold:
Laden with happinesse, and blessed daies,
His Realme repleat with blessings manifold;
This prosp'rous Prince (to his immortall praise)
Left Life, Realme, Children, all at happy staies.
(That had a sacred Cæsar in his pay)
With some-what more then mortall Maiestie,
Sits on the Throne (that hands divine did stay)
As Heire apparant, and the state doth sway:
He weilds the sword with his victorious hands
That the whole Continent doth sore affray,
Wherewith he makes to crouch the Neighbor lands
Which in a manner lie at his commands.
And by his Fathers observation
Did right well know, what kinde of government
Was fitt'st for this vnkinde revolting Nation:
Well knew hee how to part a Combination
That stood not with the state, or his availe;
And if he were severe for reformation,
T'was Emperik-like, that knew what it did aile,
So, kill the cause lest all the VVhole should faile.
More glorious were then for our Contrie good:
For, such VVars haue these inconveniences,
They make vs spend our Treasures with our bloud,
Where both are cast away in likelyhood,
When wars abroad drinke vp our wealth at home,
The fire must out, when spent is all the wood;
And if nought from without come in the wombe
The Body needes must die by Natures dombe.
VVith the Revennues which to them pertain'd,
The Crowne possest, but hee it dispossest
With open Hand; which, had they, still remain'd
T'had bin aloft; for lesse hath Crownes sustain'd.
Lone, Reliefe, Subsedie, and such as these
Might (for the subiects ease) haue bin refrain'd:
The crownes Revennues such might well release,
And haue maintain'd the state in warre and peace.
And all that hold them hold as of the same;
Our Kings might warre with Tenants of their owne,
Who would vnprest haue yet bin prest for shame
To follow their Liege-land-lords by that name.
The Crowne then, like a Condite neuer dry,
Stil might haue stream'd (to th'owners endles fame)
Rivers of Riches vnto Low and hy
That well deserv'd of King or Contery.
(No lesse then bodies to their souls are bound)
Should haue bin tied vnto their Soveraigne
To goe with him at ev'ry needfull Sound,
But that, that shalbe, shalbe. That high hand
That all disposeth, thus did it confound
For purposes which hardly can be scand,
But for the Crowne ill, how ere for the Land.
Ere first he crost the Seas to warre with France,
The Marquesse of Exceter made Regent
And Heire apparant; but no ill by chance
Ensu'd till he did him quite disadvance:
Hee had forgot the direfull Tragedie
Of the sixth Henry, and like heires apparance:
But more advis'd, he held it policie
To spare that heire till more necessitie.
Of all that lay in either to molest,
And having put the state in perfect staie,
He with his Fathers laid him downe to rest,
And left a Sonne in whom the Land was blest:
VVho being yong, could not yet stirre the sterne,
But rul'd by those his sire esteemed best;
And while the vertuous King to rule did learne,
His Realme (misrul'd) in vp-rore did discerne.
There rul'd Sedition, in Concordes coate;
And here and there Rebellion rag'd as mad,
And ev'ry where the Common-wealth did floate
Like to an halfe-suncke tempest-beaten Boate:
Each for him selfe, no one for King or Sate,
Vpon the VVedge of Gold the best did doate,
All stood as falling still in each estate,
Knights giving Earles, Earles giving Dukes the Mate.
In Summe, the Summe of all was out of square,
And yet (strange Paradox) at square was all,
None Compasse kept, yet compassing they are,
And Circumvention held discretions care:
Thus whilst the Sov'raign's in minoritie,
Each would be sov'raigne that about him were;
The smal in grace strave for maiority,
And Youth with Age for Seniority.
And subdividing those divisions;
The Lord of Love, to show his vrged Hate,
Tooke the wrong'd Kinge from his Dominions,
And left the Land fir'd with seditions:
By Angells hands this Kinge Angelicall,
(As one of high Iehovahs Minions)
Was borne from this Nation vnnaturall,
That vengeance on it, so, might freely fall.
But a left hand began to seize the Crowne;
Which seisure a right hand did soone controule,
And VVrong that would aspire, Right straight putts downe;
Which fatally in fine was overthrone:
Yet was that VVronge made Right by their consents
That were to see that each one had his owne;
But Heau'n disposeth Earth and her intents,
And Earth gainst Heav'n oppos'd, too late repents.
(Except they were at warre with VVealth and State)
Few Statesmen such) shal see how much distrust
Doth Men advantage, and prolongs their date;
When Powr's deriv'd from those that are but weake
(VVeake ev'ry way) it stands in desprate state:
Frailty sticks not fidelity to breake
VVhen it doth favoure, and advantage seeke.
If we misse holding when at them we catch)
It's deadly dangerous at al to trust,
Much more to trust all that advantage watch
By thy losse, from losse themselves to dispatch:
Religion cannot dwell in double harts;
Such Harts haue All that with al states doe match:
Then where Religion slideth, promise starts,
And feare of perill, worldly frendshippe parts.
Namely our Queene, and neere to our late Queene)
Her faults in silence we will overpasse;
Let them be buried with her, sith I weene
Sh'hath bin well taxt whose memorie is greene:
Shee now is Crown'd, and Crown'd to others cost;
VVith Spaine shee matches, being overseene,
Her Kinge forsakes her, Calis quite is lost,
All goes awry, which makes her yeeld the Ghost.
From out Cimerian Clouds of Prisonment,
(Faire Queene of Chastity) appear'd to curbe
Contention, which oreranne this Continent;
And ioyn'd the same with peacefull government,
VVhich we doe yet enioy, and long may wee
The cause of it possesse in all Content;
Amen say I, and all that peacefull bee
In him that saith Amen when all agree.
A five-fold change, to Desolation tend;
Or thou made subiect to a Subiect strange,
Which may thy publike-weale in peeces rend,
And make it private onely to the frend:
Gods Mill grindes slowly, but small meale it makes.
Then praise him for thy peace and lesse offend;
Be not as one that stil occasion takes
To sin the more, the more he peace pertakes.
Obedience whil'st it aymes at Princes spoile;
Its not Religion Soveraignty to end,
That Servitude thereby may keepe a coile,
And for her freedome covett Freedoms foile.
If Kings Commands do crosse the Divine will,
In their discharge Religion must recoile,
But not confound the Charger, for its ill;
And ill can never good Commands fulfill.
Touching the Actiōs of these Potētates:
In VVilliam Conquerer's considered
How soone are conquered devided States;
“For force disioyned, small force ruinates.
He, being desirous to reteyne the Pray
His Sword had purchas'd, it quite dissipates;
And like a Chaos at his feete it lay,
To forme it as he listed ev'ry way.
Which curb'd the Head-strōg, & did yoke the VVild,
Till Disobedience with obedience drawes,
And all as one to one and all did yeeld,
VVho, finding his possession to bee sure
Did ease the thralldome wherein they were held,
And that which erst he wounded, he did cure;
And ev'ry waie their loves did then alure.
True freinds, and fathers to the Common-weale;
The Commons now obay vnfeynedly:
The Victors and the Vanquished doe feele
How much these Corsiues deadly hatred heale:
Now all, being whole and sound, are made intire,
And all aboute, their Liege doth Larges deale,
By meanes whereof he hath his harts desire,
Whilst with his love, he thus setts Harts on sire.
Or trusted to their Oathes (true Fallacies)
And so departed when hee had perceav'd
The State well settled leaving Deputies,
H'had lost the value of his Victories:
Ne had the Land bin free from vvarrs and woes,
That doe consort divided Monarchies;
Ireland a woefull wittnesse is of those,
That for a Conquests want, wracks Friends and Foes.
To the first Edward, that did first refine
This Common-weale, and made the same ascend
VVhen through mis-swaying it seem'd to decline:
In whom we see the Providence divine
VVorke by his VVisedome, Valor, Industrie,
Glorious effects, which in the State doe shine;
For Hee it made an intire Monarchie,
Which now remaines so to Posteritie.
VVith the sixth Henry, and the Infant King,
By these (bee't spoken not without their blames)
Is seene the dire and diverse altering
Of kingly state, through evill managing.
These beeing childish, fraile, improvident,
Laie open to Ambitions canvasing;
VVho (spying time) vsurpt their government
Making them Mirrors for Kings negligent.
The vniust rule of those that ruled them,
The subiects strength which Sov'raignes weaknesse brings,
A fatall Potion made for King and Realme,
Whereof they dranke a deadly draught extreme:
Kings must be Kings indeede and not in show,
Like as the Sunne is Actiue with his Beame;
For if they suffer Subiects, Kings to grow,
Kings must bee slaues, and to their Subiects bow.
Henry the fift, and the fourth Edward,
These Princes were of Fortune nere forsooke,
Because they governed with due regard;
And whilst they watcht, they made the rest towarde:
By others errors they did rule aright,
Who made their subiects loving feare their guarde:
Ambition durst be dam'd ere come in sight,
Or but once moue her head to looke vpright.
Because no state without Ambition is,
Which ever hath her Traine (for so shee must)
To helpe to guide her, when shee guids amisse;
Impatient of delay in her desire,
Now running that waie and streight trying this;
Like to a restlesse ventlesse Flame of fire,
That faine would finde the way streight to aspire.
Yet may't be cur'd, or tolerable made;
Onely Ambition doth all cure reiect,
VVealth doth augment it, want makes it not fade;
And into deepes vnknowne in both t'will wade:
In doing well it is most insolent,
And no lesse impudent in doing bad,
Too wil'd to tame, and violently bent
With Tooth and Naile to catch at government.
(As those in Scotland) were by others lost:
“(For Vice will lose what is by vertue gain'd.)
Their keeping put the state to ceaslesse cost,
VVhich lost the Commons (rag'd) being racked most;
And with their losse, the King lost many frends,
VVhich were as Fortes to guard his Kingdoms coast;
“But ill beginnings haue vnlucky ends,
And worse proceeding, worse in fine offends.
Ambition really annatomiz'd;
VVhich orelookes all, and yet is overseene,
Advising all, yet none more vnadvis'd,
Destroying all till shee be sacrifiz'd:
Shee, Faith, Sex, Age, Bloud, State, and Contery,
Divine and humane lawes (immortaliz'd)
Respects not, in respect of Empery,
All which appeer'd in this King copiouslie.
Are diverse things well worth the imitation
In our states policie: for he alone
Bent all his powres to benefit this Nation:
He saw our forraine Conquests ill probation,
And that for Islanders it was vnmeete
To spend their wealth for forraine domination,
Which was no sooner fixed, but did fleete,
And did this state with ill Salutes regreete.
Where loue and Traficke might be helde with gaine;
He well remembred, how each Runnagate
And wandring Nation, here ran in amaine,
Making their profit of this Nations paine:
He saw the safetie, and weale of this state
Rested in wealth and peace, and quiet raigne,
And not in forraine Conquests, and debate;
VVhich haue as short, as most vncertaine date.
May in her rich Commodities abound,
Which may cōfirme the Neighbor-friendships band,
And intertrafficke with them, tunne for pound,
So make the Landes adiacent, to her bound:
Thus God is pleasd, and King and Contrey eas'd,
The Tradsmen thriue, that dearth & wars cōfound,
The People are (as with great profit) pleas'd,
And none, but those that liue by spoile, displeas'd.
To be by Trafficke strong made in the backe;
So, as an head that Members wants doth feele,
He leagu'd him, where might be suppli'd their lacke,
He seeing that (which he did often trie)
The Money-Sacke, best kept the Land from sack;
Therefore the Angells which from him did fly
Had but short wings, and lighted but hard by.
His Belly and his Backe were more then least;
He fared wel, when so his Commons far'd,
(Although his commons were not of the best)
Yet fared like a Kinge without a feast;
He rather chose to haue Exchequers rich
Then wealthy VVardropps; yet would well be drest
When it his Maiestie and State did touch;
Yet held, save Common-wealth, all wealth too much.
(Like these of ours) the State lying open so
T'invasion and Rebellions soddaine harmes,
Let not the Kinge looke Friends should foile the Foe
At their owne charge, for feare of overthro:
And in tumultuous times to breake their backs
Will make them from their Necks the yoke to thro,
And to be freed from such tormenting Racks
Wil ruine all, though them with al, it wracks.
vnseasonable Taxing (Tempting rather)
Hath made the Soveraigne with the Subiect bleede;
Witnesse the two last Richards among other,
That knew how greevous then it was to gather.
Store is no Sore (they say) except of Sores,
Yet tis sore store with hate to heape togither;
Hate havocks in each hole in al vprores,
As VVater havocks life through all the Pores.
Nere cloi'd the subiect with too great estate,
Nor would he of a Pesaunt make a Prince;
His best belov'd he held in sober state,
That he might liue with them without debate.
Of all the Kings that ere this Land possest,
For government discreete and temperate,
This King deseruedly is deemed best,
And to be imitated worthiest.
Henry the last in name, and first in fame,
Is to be seene great wisedome, vsd to shun
Crosse Accidents and courage in the same:
Yet some suppose, that he incurred blame
For be'ng too open-handed in expence
And giftes excessiue; but it is a shame
For Kings not roially to recompence
The rich desert of any Excellence.
But most of all in roiall Maiestie,
Wherein its more then most prodigious:
Munificence makes great, Authoritie;
And standes with Greatnesse in great policie:
The force of Guifts doth offer violence
Even to savage Inhumanity,
Forcing therefrom such loues obedience,
As singlie workes with double diligence.
Then any way commodious to this state,
Yet them his actiue sp'rite could not forbeare;
For Cæsar-like he would predominate
In raising lowest shrubs to Cedars hie
He from his sage Sire did degenerate;
Yet vertue though it nere so low doth lie,
Is vvorthy of high praise and dignitie.
Is seene, what to those states is incident
VVhere subiects doe not feare their Soveraigne,
But striue to liue beside their Regiment,
Contemning so their too-weake government:
This made the Rebell rise in strength and pride,
From Sov'raignes weaknesse taking couragement,
T'assault their Gates, led by a feeble Guide,
Shaking their Thrones a while from side to side.
Blest (as appeer'd) by that blest Prince of Peace,
VVas seene much more then wisedome feminine,
If wee respect how soone shee made to cease
The olde Religion for the oldes increase:
That suddaine change that did the soule acquite
Of olde devotion (which none will release
Vpon the suddaine) still to stand in might,
May make a Newter deeme sh'was in the right.
That, chargde, doe guard th'Anointed of your Lorde;
Crowne my Liege Lord with crowne imperiall,
And put into his hand the awfull Sword
Of Iustice; so, the good shall bee assur'd,
And so may yee bee freed from your charge,
VVhereby the good are evermore secur'd;
For, hee that office will for you discharge,
Sith Iustice goodmens surance doth inlarge.
Making a no lesse blessed Trinitie;
Blesse him as thou hast never blessed one
That ever did possesse this Monarchy:
Showre downe thy blessings on his family:
The blessings of the womb giue to his Queene,
And let them as the Sea-sand multiplie;
That frō their roiall loines may still be seene
Heires, as the starres of heau'n, for store, and sheene.
Or rather runne her out of breath therein;
That so shee may with more facility
Runne ore the rest lesse difficult, vvherein
Shee hath much more then much delighted bin.
But Policie is but abus'd by me,
I doe but mangle her, and make her sinne:
But were shee whollie seene as shee should be,
Sh'would seeme no daughter of Mortalitee!
(To toile thy selfe in states deepe misteries)
And now directly prosecute the rest
Touching the soules yet vntoucht faculties:
VVee varied, where we toucht varieties
Of dispositions of the soule and sp'rite;
In touching which, vvee toucht these Policies
Wherein the worldlie wise so much delight,
Because they tend to rule the VVorld aright.
As farre surmount all pleasures corporall,
As the Minde doth the Bodie, which is swai'd
But by the Minde, with svvaie Monarchicall;
VVho doe s'extremely doate on fleshly ioies,
That they doe wish they had no minde at all,
That so they might not feele the Mindes annoies,
For those delights which Flesh and Sprite destroies.
They burden but the Earth, yet are too light,
VVho liue to lust, yet streight away they weare,
(Like Dew against the sunne in highest height)
With flesh-consuming fleshly fraile delight.
These senslesse spunges of Improbity
Are full of pleasure, but it is vnright;
For Gods hand squizeth out their iollitie,
And fils their Mindes with reall miserie.
And then retake them, as the senses must:
But changeth them as shee thinkes requisit,
(Sometimes the iust, for pleasures most vniust,
So changing Loue too oft to lothsome Lust)
Except the powre, from whence the motion springs
Be hindred by (and so betrai'd in trust)
Some let in th'Organs, vsd in her workings,
Which VVines excesse, and sicknesse often brings.
Shee, like a River, keepes her wonted course
In motion still, till shee bee at a stay
By some strong Damme; yet doth her selfe enforce
(Stil gath'ring strength, & courage from her Sourse)
To breake away through all Impediments,
That so shee may imploy her wonted force
Vpon the pleasures, which her most contents,
Be they vaine Ioies, or divine ravishments.
What matter we propose vnto our minde;
Or good, or ill, or ill with good disguiz'd:
For if shee should therein a liking finde,
Shee will thereto be evermore inclin'de:
Like some pure virgins, that nere knew the sport
That men doe yeeld them, in the kindest kinde,
Having once tasted it, are all amort
But when (though damn'd) they are at that disport.
We must haue care, that that be perfect good
Which shee doth chew (how different e're in kynd)
For, corrupt Aliments breede corrupt blood;
And blood corrupted is Confusions flood:
But sensuall pleasures cannot please the Sense
Without being cloied, though they change their mood;
For Sēse sometimes must hold thē in suspēce,
To sett an edge the while on her dull'd sence.
From Natures works haue much more force, then those
That we from Artificiall things conceaue:
For lett all Artes vnto our view expose
What Arte it selfe in each kinde can disclose,
They bring satiety soone with the sight;
But who is cloi'd to see a flowred Close,
Hills, Dales, Brooks, Meads, VVoods, Groues, all daintie dight,
Sunne, Moone, and Starrs, & al in perfect plight?
With things in nature no lesse naturall;
Yet, to confesse a wel-know'n veritee,
Our often seeing these faire Creatures all
Herehence it is, that we doe lesse admire
The pow'r of that Hand supernaturall,
Which did this al with al these Faires attire;
And so not praise him, as his workes require.
Vntil he had attained Manhoods yeares,
Should on a Sōmers-day frō some high steepe
Vpon a suddaine see these glorious Fayres,
His Eyes would ravisht be, how ere his Eares;
For Eares should solac'd be, aswell as Eyes,
With the melodious nimble-winged Quiers;
Nay I suppose such ioy would him surprise,
As he were plung'd in ioyes of Paradize.
(That able were to create Living wordes)
Paint out the Earth with quicke-words, great with yonge,
And though that Fry againe like Spawne affords,
And ev'ry one had pow'r to pierce like Swords
Into the nature of these Rarities,
To make him comprehēd the highest Lords
Inferior'st workes, he could not well cōprize
The thousādth part of grace which in thē lies.
Whilst we are Dungeon'd in this VVorld of vvo,
Tels vs of Heau'n, and all that doth belonge
Vnto the state of those that thither' go,
With words that from a well of VVisdome flo,
Yet tells he not the hundred thousandth part
Of that rare blisse which none on Earth can kno;
As good Soules wel perceave, whē hēce they part;
VVhich farr surmoūts the highest thoughts of Hart.
To Mundane things is fixt satiety,
But those blest Things that are aboue the Sun
Are priviledg'd from such deficiency;
For they are ful of all felicity:
The more they are beheld the more they may,
For they content Desires best-sighted Eye,
And please the more, because that still they stay;
“For true ioyes are compleate by their delay.
Or what he heard, when he was ravisht so;
Hee'l tell you (though most learn'd in sacred Law
And no lesse learn'd each way) he doth not kno,
The ioye thereof his Sense did so oreflo.
If then so great a Clark, so pure a Saint,
Being but in the Heau'n, two lofts belo,
Wants words the ioye thereof aright to paint,
Who can the highest Heavens blisse depaint?
By him, that giues all onely to one end,
To weet, his Glorie, and desire of Heau'n;
Ioye to alure, and Griefe th'Affects to bend
From that which doth to Griefe and Horror tend.
Now then, to runne through other strong Affects,
And to descend to Love, (that doth descend)
Which is a Passion powrefull in effects
And chiefely the chief good by kinde respects.
Shee foorth-with tenders it vnto the VVill,
Which doth embrace the same in ioyful moode,
Because it doth hir Soules desire fulfill:
Its called Loue, which doth the wil incline
To simple good, or good scarce toucht with ill:
Thus Loue is bredd or humane or divine,
Which in the soule like a faire Flame doth shine.
Besides the goodnes of the thing belov'd,
Is rather doating, which doth loathing bring
Whē things therby desir'd are wel approv'd:
If God himselfe bee for his bounty lov'd
And onely therefore, who doth loue him so
Doth loue him for his goodnes, by him prov'd,
Yea for that goodnes which to him doth flo,
Not for that good which he cannot forego.
And for no good in vs, (for we have none)
We should loue him, not for he did vs make,
But for his goodnesse onely and alone,
And loue al goodnesse, for, and in that One:
A father loues his sonne, not in regard
Of any gaine, but for he is his owne;
Nor should a Sonne, his Sire loue for reward,
But for he is his Sire in Nature dear'd.
From it, we loue our selves more then the same,
Or loue it for our selves, our selues to save
From want of that which from it to vs came:
So such loue is selfe-loue, which Love doth blame:
But we must loue the Lord of Love for love;
Nay, though he hate vs, we must love his name,
Sith to make man Loue onely did him move
But to loue him againe for Mannes behove.
To him from vvhom our soules did first descend,
We finde that as through loue (which doth surmoūt)
They came from him, so to him they ascende
The selfe-same way, as to their proper end.
For comming from him, they must know him needs;
And knowing him, they needes must to him tend,
But so they cannot, but by loues good-deedes;
For what is not of loue, from sinne proceedes.
Is, first vvee at things corporall beginne;
For, our birth to that Steppe vs streight doth moue;
Vnto our outward senses then wee rinne,
To Fancie next, and so wee never linne
Till through Reas'n, Iudgement, Contemplation,
VVe come to loue, and so wee rest therein:
But to descend by the selfe same gradation,
And there to rest, descendeth to damnation.
(Loue of the High'st,) so lowe as to self-loue,
Is, Sow-like, to lie mired in the ditch
Of lowest Hell, where we all Sorowes proue,
And cannot for our soules from thence remoue
Without kinde heav'nly loues all-helping hand;
Which onely and alone hath powre to moue
Our Mindes from Earth vnto the Livings Land,
And breake the linckes of selfe-loues mortall Band.
If then wee loue God, hee and wee are One,
One (although diverse) through true amitie;
VVee loue him and our selues for him alone:
Likenesse breedes loue, which makes him loue vs so
Who made vs to his Image; and his Sonne
Assum'd our shape, which makes his loue the mo:
Then, by like reason, wee should loue him to.
The more he loues vs, and wee loue the more;
Then to deforme the same's most odious,
And he detesteth vs alone therefore,
VVhich makes vs likewise loath him and his lore:
All which proceedes from dissimilitude,
For, God and Beliall are foes evermore;
Then sith wee are with his faire Forme indu'd,
Let it by vs bee euermore renew'd.
If so, wee should embrace the fairest Faire
With loue that should be farre all loue aboue,
Yea, die for loue, that Loue might life repaire,
And glorifie the same as Beauties Heire:
See wee an hue that mortall beauty staines
(As doth the Sunne the Moone by his repaire)
This sov'raigne Beauty all the glorie gaines,
Sith but a sparke thereof the same sustaines.
And much more blush to blaze thy glorie vaine
With coulors fresh, to make fraile eies to gaze,
And such as cannot iudge of coulors, faine;
No coulor hast thou so thy selfe to staine:
The best is too too bad, and bad's the Best,
That without coulor doe their face ingraine:
In earnest such (I thinke) doe loue to Iest,
As Chaucer, but my, Muse will owe the rest.
It argues th'inward beauty of the Minde;
For goodnes is th'effect, Beauty the Cause,
And both togither commonly we finde;
For Nature both togither stil doth binde.
A good Complexions disposition
Is, for the most part, vertuously inclinde;
But VVeomens beauty by permission
Being often tempted breedes suspition.
And chastitie with beautie's stil at strife;
For, much more beautiful are Frailties slaues
Thē (for the most part) they of vertuous life:
And, aske a man, that hath a beautious wife,
How much he fears the fowle fal of his faire,
Because that nothing in the world's more rife
Then at faire beauties byding mens repaire;
And where they haūt, they do not stil repaire.
Then any waie to beauty naturall;
For it, by Nature, is most vertuous,
Sith Tempers good, to Ill are seldome thrall:
For, bodies meerely are Organicall,
Wheron the mind doth play al parts in one,
If then they be in tune, most cordiall
Their motiōs must be needs, sith there is none
That moues thē but the minde or God alone.
The eie the hart, the hart the soule & Sp'rite
Of those, that on the same do chance to pry,
Because it doth beheau'n them with delight:
To yeeld to loue, or lust, and their desire;
Then being subiect thus to restlesse fight.
It oft enflames, and is enflam'd with fire,
That Flesh and Sprite makes but one flame intire.
Or pyning liue, or rather dy with paine?
Yea some to spill themselues (with all despight)
For others beautie which they cannot gaine?
If beauty then so ore fraile sense doth raigne,
Sense, being subiect to her sov'raigntie
Doth sue and serue, her favour to obtaine,
VVith most impetuous importunitie,
Till shee as subiect, to her Subiect lie.
For whose corruption al the world was drown'd)
But these curst times of ours, durst be so bold,
To make it common with estates renown'd
To court bright beauty match'd, as t'were unbound:
Call yee it Courtshippe? cal it what yee please
(Though it be in request) it was not found
In chaster times; for oft it doth disease
The head with swellings which nought can appease.
A well-made Male, as male-content to stand
(In silke or silver clad right well-beseene)
VVringing a match'd faire Female by the hand,
VVhil'st, in her eare, he lets her vnderstand
How much shee ought to loue him for his loue;
Meane while hard by stands Patience the Husband,
And lets Temptation his weake vessell proue,
VVhich in his sight her vnseene Spright doth moue.
It savoures of good breeding, and good VVitt:
The Howres are made more pleasant by this Chime,
Who would not stil to here the same stil sitt,
Although a man transformed were by it?
O tis a iolly matter to give eare,
Nay to give leaue to Musicke in her fitt:
He is a Beast that wil not then forbeare
Though he thereby be made a Beast to beare.
The first (and first by right) Propheticall,
Which by Apollo is rul'd, and conserv'd;
The next by Bacchus, called Misticall;
The third by Muses, hight Poeticall;
The fourth and last, by Venus governed,
Is call'd the Fury Amatoriall;
Which doe inferre, that Love is borne and bredd
Without the breach of Natures Maidenhedd.
For VVords cannot expresse the force of loue;
Call we it Love or Lust, it is well known
It hath the force of both, the Heart to move;
Which these can testifie that it did prove:
Semiramis (whose Vertue past compare)
This furious Passion her did so remoue
From that shee was; that lusting to reshare
Hir Sonne, her Sonne her Threed of Life did share.
That over-ranne the VVorld with Sword and Fire,
This flaming fury yet did so ore runne,
That for his Thais (that kindled his desire)
Yea, did not onely that fowle fact command,
But with his Hands he lab'red (as for hire)
To burne the buildings which as yet did stand,
Till he had laid al level with the Land.
That he that foil'd what ere his force withstood,
Should bee thus foil'd, and made a President
Of Lusts fell force, which so enflam'd his Blood
That made his Flesh Wild-Fire in likelyhood:
A Man by woman, a King by a Queane
To be so overcome through Lustfull moode,
(Being so effeminate and most obscene)
Argues, in Loue and Lust there is no meane.
Nay, Man with Beast: A Sinne not to be toucht
So much as with the Tongue, much lesse with Pen,
And least of all with that too oft bewitcht,
With loue of that which is by Nature grutcht:
Lust is so blinde that it cannot discerne
A Man from Beast, (how ever beastly coucht)
But doth a Man-beast moue (though Nature yerne)
The tricks of Beasts, with lothsome Beasts to learne.
So as hee crav'd of Ioue when Clinias di'de,
That (if he might see him, and still be blinde,
Or not see him, and still be perfect Eyde)
He rather mought the want of sight abide
To see him once, then still to haue his sight
And not see him; See see how blinde a Guide
Is lothsome Lust, that leades men so vnright,
As for her pleasure so themselues to spight.
Did lust to haue (ô mōstrous Mare humane!)
Pasiphaë long'd for a Bull to thrust
Her from a woman to a Cow vncleane:
And Cyparissus made an Hynde the meane
To coole his courage; Aristomachus
A silly Bee would haue to be his Queane.
Lust whither wilt? wilt be so monstrous
To long for Bees that be but moates to vs?
With Hellens Image; and Pigmalion
For his owne Picture did like passion prove.
Damn'd Lust what pleasure provd'st thou in a stone
That's cold by kind, as Snow on Libanon?
To tell the Mischiefes, Spoiles, & Masacres,
By hate effected, though through loue begun,
Were but to tell the number of the Starrs;
For Lust and Mischeife are ioynt-passengers.
Had Lust not laid it levell with the plaines;
And seas of Blood spent in that ten yeares Siege
Might still haue kept the Chanells of the Vaynes:
But lewde Lust is so loose that shee restraines
Her will in nought, though it bringes all to nought:
Shee pleasure takes in pleasure causing paines;
For by her painfull pleasures such are wrought,
Yet on such pleasures shee doth fixe her thought.
A minutes space, on ought, but what shee loues;
Shee (Tirant) captivates the Fantasy,
So that it cannot stirre till shee it moves:
My Fancies Mistris, saith some slaue to Lust,
Is my Thoughts Heau'n: So swallowed with his Loues
Are all his Thoughts; and though as dry as Dust
He lusts to please his loue with loue vniust.
VVeeds, VVords, Lookes, Loks, in print, not one awry,
Whose Motions must be currant for the Mynt;
His glances must keepe iust time with her Eye,
And seeme to die, se'ng her rich beauties dye:
Yet with a carefull carelessenesse, he must
Avoide the hate which too much loue doth buy,
And loue no more then may provoke to lust;
These are their loue-tricks, trickes of loue vniust.
And offers (thrice a day at least) a Kisse
Vnto each finger, so to show his loue;
Another her Haire-Bracelett makes his blisse,
And Night and Day t'adore it wil not misse.
These Fancies, fancie doe with kindnes cloy,
VVitt nere, in loue, taught Pupill so of his,
(As saith the Book) but doth his powres imploy
With kindnesse coy, to winne his witty Toy.
And interlace thy Lynes with levity?
Wilt thou add Precepts to the Arte of Loue,
And show thy vertue in such vanity?
So to polute thy purer Poesy!
No more, no more, ynough, (if not too much)
Is sedd already of this Mistery;
My Conscience at the same doth (grieving) grutch,
But let it goe this once, with but this Touch.
It promiseth more good then shapelesnesse:
If it proue otherwise, its thus excus'd;
The High'st to shew that good-guifts (more or lesse)
Proceede from him, and not from Natures largesse,
Lets beauty fal, and soile it selfe with sinne,
VVhich is more dam'd if beauty it doth blesse,
As Vertue is most faire, that blest hath bin
VVith beauty being resident therein.
According to three obiects of that loue,
All faire, some good, which thus we may vnfold;
The Pleasant, and the Profitable mooue
As doth the Honest, true loue, which vve proue:
The first concerneth things that please the Sense,
As beautie, and at what the sense doth roue;
The second hath to welfare reference;
The third and last to Iustice and Prudence.
Among the Perturbations may be put,
Sith they so many ill affections moue
That make mans life to be in Sorrow shut,
VVhich like a Razor off the same doth cut:
But loue of honest things is vertuous,
And from mans praises takes away the But;
It shows the Minde is right magnanimous;
‘For that's most great, that is most gracious.
That like fine Gold, doth purifie the Sp'rite;
And like it selfe (transmuted) maks the same
Good, gratious, holy, wise, iust, clear, & bright,
This is the loue of beauty most extreame
VVherein celestial soules doe most delight;
Of loue that feedes the Sp'rite it is the creame
Infus'd by Iustice Sonnes inlightning Beame.
VVho burne in loue of the extremest Good;
And makes Men like the sacred Cherubins
Still priviledg'd from outward charge; whose moode
Is stil t'attend on LOVES Trin-vnion-hood.
This loue, this beauty, (Loue of vertuous things
Whose beauty flowes from divine beauties Flud)
Doth make Men Gods among the mighti'st Kings,
And Kings with highest God, in high'st dwellings.
Beauty and loue are both bred in one VVombe:
Then loue and beautie stil it much behoues
To tend to Goodnesse, as vnto the Tombe
That must at last for ever them enwombe.
But there are diverse loues, and beauties mo,
According to the creatures all or some
Proceeding from that LOVE and BEAVTY, who
Sheds both on things aboue, and things belo.
The first is that, whereby the Minde and sp'rite
Hath VVit and Vnderstanding in them seated:
The second, them adornes with Knowledge bright
That mounts the Minde to Contemplations height;
The third, in seede preserving mortall things;
The last in corp'rall things that sense delight:
Science the Soule to Contemplation brings,
But her to things materiall Fancie flings.
To her Creator, for his matchlesse loue;
Shee would from thence (by Reason) soone rebound,
And wholy stil contemplate things aboue:
For this, his loue requitlesse doth approue;
He gaue her beeing, meerely of free grace
Before shee VVas, or could his mercie moue;
Then if shee loue him, her loue is but base
Compar'd with his that made her what shee was.
Then the Receaver for it can bewray;
The giver giues, beeing free to giue or choose,
But the Receaver's bound to loue alway:
Yet, if the giver giues to th'end to pray,
Its not of Loue, but Lucre, (loth'd of Loue;)
GOD cannot giue so, in whom all doth stay:
But Men giue thanks for Blessings which they proue,
And God thereby to giue them more doe moue.
Is meerely merc'nary corrupt, and base,
VVhich hatefull loue the Lord of loue doth loth,
And from such lovers turnes his loving face,
As from false Hypocrites, abusing grace:
But true loves scope, is (in a gracious moode)
To loue all those that Mercie shoulde embrace,
Respecting nought, but to streame foorth the flud
Of goodnesse, which it hath for others good.
Its actiue, like a Flame in operation;
Saue that, like fire it is not vpwardes mou'd,
But doth descende by Reasons computation,
The Sire doth loue the Sonne, more then the Sonne
Doth loue the Sire, because by generation
Part of the Sire into the Sonne doth runne,
But no part of the Sonne in Sire doth wonne.
God loues man more then Man his God can loue;
For Man proceedes from God who is his ende;
But God from Man likewise cannot remoue,
For Man is finite, and in God doth moue:
This made him loue Men when they were his foes,
And for their loues a world of woe did proue:
Therefore hee's Fount of Loue whence all loue floes
Which loues for hate, and hate doth loue-dispose.
Loue doth direct, by kindling the Desire
Truely to know and minde it evermore;
Both which so sets the soules frame all on fire,
That it is made one flame of loue intire:
The more wee know it, it the more wee minde;
The more wee minde it, it wee more require;
The more we seeke, the more wee it doe finde,
And being found, it quite doth lose the Minde.
For to this loue it's transubstantiate,
To weete as neere as loue can bring to passe
Its ev'n the selfe-same thing immaculate,
And like this LOVE, this loue doth contemplate;
Reiecting all that would inveagle it
To loue ought els, and stil doth meditate
To loue nought els, and bends all powres of wit
To make it selfe for this Loue onely fit.
wounding with Loue-shafts Gods hart (pure alone;)
So, as the ones hart so the others moue
As twixt them al there were no Hart but one:
This is to lye next the chiefe Corner-stone
In the Church-militant, (Triumphant rather,)
For God and man this Loue doth to attone
As doth, nay more then loue doth Sonne and Father;
For loue makes both intire still altogether.
The forme of the Beloued in the Hart,
So that a Lovers Hart is like a Glasse
Where the Belou'd is seene in ev'ry part;
So, in Gods Hart w'are graven by Loves Arte,
And in our harts Loue doth his forme ingrave;
Thus interchang'd we eithers forme impart
To others liking by the Loue we have,
And make the Hart the Lodge it to receave.
The faster therefore it conglutinates
Two harts, or of them makes an vnion right,
So much the more her vertue shee elates,
And perfectly her kinde effectuates:
Then, Loue in God (in whom Love perfect is)
His vertue so to man participates,
That they become one through that loue of his;
For Man partakes his Image and his Blisse.
Doth loue, but loveth onely in desire:
He longs (perhapps) to loue with al effect,
That God and he thereby might be intire,
From which desire proceeds a pleasant paine,
Pleasant, in that it setts the soule on fire
With loue so good; And paine it breeds again,
For that it hath not, what it would haue fain.
God doth supply out of his boundlesse loue;
And makes Mās loue therby a working flame,
Which to presse through al Pressures stil doth prove,
And towards God (her Spheare) doth ever move:
This Flame doth melt the marrow of the Sp'rite
Making it liquid sooner to remove
In't Mercies Mould, where its reform'd aright,
And made intire with LOVE, true loues delight.
But the Beloved in whom he abides,
Or, if he loue himselfe, it is therefore
To weet, for that he in his loue resides;
Then Loue is pure, & at high'st pitch besides.
But such high Raptures are too rarely found,
In fraile humanity, that on Earth bides;
Though loue the Soule therfore perhaps may wound
Yet stil t'wil be to the owne Body bound.
To ease my Reader tir'd with heavy lines?
Vnto this Labarinth of Loue (I prove)
The Author (LOVE) no comming out assignes;
Yet rest I may, though it my Muse confines:
As Zeuxis drue a vaile (with curious skill)
Ore that, hee wanted skill t'expresse by Lines;
So I the like in Loue must now fulfill,
And leave the Reader to thinke what he will.
Other Affections, and to doe it right
We must place Favoure there, by which w'approve
Of some thing wherein we conceave delight,
For that it's good in deede or so in sight:
Herein Loues obligation doth commence;
Yet favoure may haue force where loue lacks might,
But without Favoure, Loue is a non ENS;
For, Favoure waites vpon Loves excellence.
Bredd by comparing some high Dignitie
With some inferior State (that Fortune sanck)
Which then is in it's right especially,
When extreame feare and Hatred come not ny:
For though in Rev'rence, Feare and Shamefastnesse,
VVith moderation doe obscurely lye;
Yet Feare (by some Ill caus'd) Good doth suppresse,
Still seene in that which breedes our humblenesse.
Who is all good, as he almightie is;
For, fear'd we nought but his revenging Rodd,
Our Rev'rence, would be turn'd to hate by this:
Then Rev'rence growes from pow'r and grace of his;
And, whosoere with them he most endowes,
Of Rev'rence from lesse Rev'rend cannot misse:
For Rev'rence Pow'r and Goodnesse still ensues,
And the lesse worthie to the better bowes.
Of the most Noble, (truely called so)
And looke vpon our selves, and weigh how base
VVe are compar'd with them, then bend we lo
For, as selfe-liking doth enlarge the Hart,
Or puffe it vp (like Bladders which we blo)
So it contracts it selfe in ev'ry part,
When we see others passe vs in desart.
Then for his might, and awfull Maiesty;
So, if we would be rev'renc't of the Low'r,
We must surmount them in that ex'lency
That makes vs most resemble Dëity:
For whereas Goodnesse doth associate Might,
There the most Insolent, most rev'rently
(Though otherwise repleat with al Dispight)
VVill doe their Homage freely with delight.
To sacred Vertue due by Natures Law:
Honor we owe to Vertue (though but bare)
And Vertue matcht with might doth Rev'rence draw.
Then Honor, Reverence, and loving awe
Are due to Maiestie; and that is due
To Magistrats that Men frō Vice with-draw,
And make them Vertue eagerly ensue,
Themselues therin be'ng Leaders of the Crue.
Are Mercy and Compassion; These are they
VVhich make vs (like God) to commiserate
The miseries of those that still decay,
Or are at point to perish without stay.
These, these, bewraie that we are Members quick
Of that same Bodie, whose Head doth bewray
That they are Members mortifide, or sick
VVhich feele no paines, that fellow-members prick.
Our Mucke and Earthly Mammons continent,
Yea make vs make the Orphanes home our Brest,
And our right Arme the VVeedowes Sustinent;
And all that want, our All them to content.
O that these were more frequent then they are
With those that doe our Churches so frequent!
For damn'ds Devotion that will nothing spare,
But for selfe-comfort altogither care.
And both endow with copious maintenance;
These are so prevalent in their effect,
That they vnto the Heav'ns doe Earth advance,
Wherein there is no want or sufferance:
These doe forgiue, as gladly as they giue,
Vnto their foes miscarried by Mischance;
These good and bad (like God) in lacke relieue,
“For Mercies Bowels melt when anie grieue.
And turne deepe VVaies (though endlesse in extent)
To Cawseis firme, for Man and Beasts more ease,
And ev'ry waie provide for bothes content,
Through fellow-feeling of their dryriment:
These make their VVaredrops and the Needies, one,
And their owne Limbes, limbes of the impotent;
Ioy with the ioiefull, mone with them that mone
And sigh in soule, when they in Bodie grone.
It selfe infuse into each worde or line
That tendes to Mercies glorie, then it should
(So as it ought) at least like Phœbus shine,
For, Mercie and Iustice are Gods mightie Armes,
But he most might to Mercie doth assigne
As bee'ng the right Arme, holding all from harmes
Though All do fall through Frailties least Alarmes.
Wherein his matchlesse glorie glitters most;
Which is of force his Iustice to controule:
For when in Iustice all that are, were lost,
Then Mercie them redeem'd, to Iustice cost;
The Lord of Iustice was vniustly slaine,
That Mercie might triumph, and iustly boast:
As Loue first made, so Mercie made againe
Man-kind, that sin had marr'd with monstrous stain.
Shee should bee most familier with the Hy:
For, God in mercy doth himselfe surmount,
That is, it doth himselfe most glorify:
So they that eie the Poore with Pitties eie,
And haue most mercie seated in their soule,
Draw neer'st the nature of his Dëity;
Whose names engrossed are in his Check-role.
And next him ought the VNIVERS to rule.
That humane nature doe consociate;
Now follow those that are most inhumane,
Bred by Opinion of Ill, which wee hate
Which make vs savage or in worse estate:
The vnrest of our soules, the while they rest
Within our Bodies, and predominate,
Proceedes from fowre chiefe causes of vnrest,
Which thus by Natures searchers are exprest.
(Which perturbations be) from these proceede
Al Passions which the soule excruciate,
Which the Mindes ignorance doth (fatting) feede;
As knowing not what's good or Ill indeede.
Desire and Ioie those goods accompany
Which be not good, further then Natures neede,
And that a little (God wot) doth supply
For, overmuch doth her soone mortifie.
With these three Monsters, Pride, Strife, & Excesse,
Hardly themselues, if they at all, doe saue,
From their fell force, they eas'ly wil confesse.
Yet, God with Peace and Plentie, Man doth blesse,
That Man might blesse God both in word and deede,
Not take occasion from thence to transgresse:
But from these Fountaines pure doe oft proceede
(By their abuse) Abuses which exceede.
VVith all that may allure the simple sense,
That sense by those allurements is so charm'd,
That soone it yeeldes to sinne obedience,
As it were forc'd by some Omnipotence:
When sinne so sweetly doth intreate and pray,
And promise Flesh, Heav'n in Incontinence,
(To which prosperity doth Flesh betray)
How can fraile Flesh and Bloud say sweet sinne nay?
Sinne offers Manna, Nectar, and what not?
VVould touching feele? sinne opens pleasures Seas
To plunge the sense therein, it to besot.
The eare shee tickles with such wordes and Notes,
That Hearing (ravisht) hath her selfe forgot.
With eie bewitching Faires the eie shee dotes:
And thus each sense in pleasures seas shee flotes.
To share the sweetnesse which they say they finde:
Fancie consents; and Iudgement soone procures
T'approue their pleasure, which betraies the Minde,
(Betrai'd and quite misled by Iudgement blind)
Thus in prosperitie sinne domineers,
VVho vvith strong cordes of Vanity doth biude
The soule and body, as it vvel appeeres
By those whom welfare to the world endeeres.
The pleasures vvere proceeding from the Crosse;
Th'wouldst runne amaine, the cōming crosse to meet
And count al gaine, saue that alone, but losse:
All sensual Ioies doe thee but turne and tosse
With restlesse proofes of false felicitie,
Which Ioies retaile, but vtter griefes in grosse,
For, corp'rall pleasure in extremitie
The center is, of endlesse miserie.
These evil goods (goods evil by abuse)
Yet they respect all kinde of misery
VVhich we conceiue, vvhen wee haue not their vse:
Through vvant vvhereof, as through an open sluce
Flow all vexations, and annoies of minde,
Into the emptie soule, which they reduce
To their obedience in rebellious kinde;
For Reason they in rage doe rudely binde.
(Like to a Bladder whose winde is out strain'd)
By such degrees, as it doth by the way
A whyning make as if the same were pain'd:
So, fares the Body, by the Minde constrain'd,
Till she be breathles, she breathes out but mone,
For want of Goodes but fain'd, her griefes vnfain'd
Doe drie vp quite the Marrow of the Bone,
As if shee were in wretched plight alone.
From the opinion which we haue of Good;
So doth th'opinion of evill breede
All ill Affections and each evil moode;
For ill Conceipt, conceaues this cursed Broode.
Now the first touch of ill, is call'd Offence,
Frō whence (if it contynewe) foorth do budd
Griefe, Envy, Hate, and fell Impatience,
As Loue proceeds from true Goods residence.
In which both Good and Ill in deede, or sho
Are not (like Phisick-Potions) mixte amonge;
Therfore frō thence may be drawne VVeale or VVoe
As they are tane, sith both from thence doe flo:
For that which likes some, some doth most displease;
According to the humors which they owe,
Some take repose, in that which most disease,
As some delight in VVarre, but most in Peace.
So much the more they doe thereby offend:
The inward'st is the better part by much;
Then that which thereto doth annoyance send,
Offences done to the externall Sense
Are not so grievous, as those which doe wend
To the internall; Nor is VVitts offence
So sore, as that which doth the VVill incense.
Can suffer, what not? without al offence;
In which respect we willingly agree,
That Friēds reproofs should proue our patience,
When with our Foes we would not so dispence:
Likewise our selues of our selves so may speake,
That others speaking so would vs incense,
And make vs mortally revenge to seek:
Thus VVill bee'ng pleas'd nought can our patience breake.
Therefore are they offended soon'st of all,
Whose Mindes and Bodies haue most excellence,
And are most delicate and speciall,
Bee it by accident, or naturall:
And mong the Hoast of Natures Creatures, Man
Is hard'st to please, and most to Anger thrall;
For he with nought will beare, nor suffer can,
Yet al haue cause this wayward VVaspe to ban.
How much more hard to please an Hoast of Men?
What can be saide or done so wel, but these
Will all, or some of all, speake there agen?
They care not against whom, nor where, nor when.
Aske Generalls if this be true or no,
Who though they make their Purs-strings cracke agen
To please the Presse, yet they shal not doe so,
But some will murmur, and speake broadly to.
That they offended are without offence,
Nothing they heare or see, but irkes their minde,
So all offendes them without difference:
And, to be thought of tall intelligence
Their Tongues dispraise, what their Thoughts highly praise;
Because they weene great praise proceeds frō thēce:
For he (thinke they) that sees what to dispraise,
Sees and knowes how t'amend it many waies.
Who with bent-brow, scue-looke, and mouth awry
Sleightly survaie the workes that wise-men please
Protesting them to be but poore; And whie?
Because they proue their VVitts base povertie:
They faine would faine to haue vnfained skill
In ev'rything wherein they faults espie,
And by depraving VVitt t'haue witt at will,
When all's but fain'd, and strain'd and passing ill.
And weene their excellence doth check the Skies,
What marvel ist, if al beneath the Skie
They check; and through their selfe-conceite dispise?
(Who, but to see their owne woorth, haue no Eyes)
These Men are inly mov'd with much offence,
When they another see by Vertue rise,
Because high State (they weene) should recōpence
No others, but their only excellence.
Exclaiming on the tymes wherein they live:
For Men of woorth (say they) with parts indow'd
The tymes doe not respect, nor wil relive,
Thus doe they melt awaie in Envies fire;
And whilst hart-burnings thē of rest deprive,
They them bestirre to part that is intire,
And Commō-wealthes orethrow, so to aspire.
That egge on Men vnwise, and violent,
T'attempt the over-sway of Princes Sway,
Or rather to confound their government,
That so they might be made preheminent:
For, sly Vlysses must point out the place
Gainst which the force of Aiax must be bent,
And Men made desp'rate hold it no disgrace
To be directed in a desp'rate case.
Are mortal plagues to ev'ry Publike-weale:
Right anti-Kesars vndermyning Thrones;
Yet Princes hardly shal their motions feele
Vntil their States and Seates begin to reele:
And then too late (perhapps) seeke fast to sitt
VVhē they must rest vpō the pointed Steele;
These are th'effects of mal-contented VVitt,
Which not lookt to, wil haue a madding sitt.
Cōceav'd by hateful natures hard to please;
VVhich, mischiefe and great inconvenience
Bring to a State, and neither Land nor Seas
Can possibly be priviledg'd from these.
VVho still doe feare, their mis-imploied time
VVill bring vpō thē that which wil displease;
VVhich to prevent they seeke aloft to clime,
VVhich to effect, make cōsciēce of no crime:
Doth grieue the minde, as if it present vvere;
Cold feare and griefe then Reason so benumme,
That it feeles nothing but cold griefe and feare.
This colde made hot by Ire, which it doth steere
Becomes hell fire, which like a quenchlesse flame
Consumeth all it toucheth or comes neere,
And leaues nought els behinde but lasting blame,
So, Feare turn'd Fury, Man doth all vnframe.
Made hot, are most extreame hot, like the Fire:
So Feare, most cold by kind, yet if it should
Bee chas'd vncessantly with Hate and Ire,
T'would be more hot, then all fires made intire.
For, Man is more out-ragious, wilde, and wood
In Passions heate, then Passion can desire;
No Beast is halfe so fell, in maddest moode,
As Man, when Furie sets on fire his bloud.
VVho stare, as if they would their holdes inlarge,
The Cheekes vvith boiling Choler burning rise,
The mouth doth thundring (Canon-like) discharge
The fire which doth the Stomacke overcharge:
The teeth doe (grating) one another grind;
The fists are fast, in motion to giue charge,
The Limbes doe tremble, feete no footing find
But stampe, or stand vnconstant as the VVinde.
But all offence proceedes not to the same;
Offence the Mother is that Anger breedes,
But not it selfe in nature nor in name,
For thinges offend vs oft which haue no sense,
With vvhich vve cannot angrie befor shame;
For, that must haue (like vs) Intelligence
VVhich can to Ire provoke our patience.
Stirr'd vp by trespasse, scorne, or such like ill
Offred vnto vs, wbolie or in part,
Which in the high'st degree offends our will,
For which, we would revenge in hast fulfill:
For, each one rates himselfe by the Assise
Of selfe-conceipt, by him conceaved still,
From that great good which, he weenes, in him lies
Which none (as he supposeth) should despise.
The more and sooner he to Ire is mou'd;
Because that so great worth's despis'd he deemes,
For which hee rageth, as from wit remov'd;
Then, Rage to Rancor easily is shou'd;
VVhich is an Anger most inveterate,
By Charitie and Reason most reprou'd,
And God and good-men mortallie doe hate;
Therefore to bee eschu'd as reprobate.
That ioint by ioint, the Soule it rudely rends,
Forgetting Iustice, and the Innocent
God, man, sex, age, good, bad, or foes, or friends,
For, this all these indiff'rently offends:
Then who consults with such a Councellor,
That Argumentes with tooth and naile defends,
Shall bee of all (but Fiendes) an iniurer;
For sure the Div'l's in such a Coniurer.
To wreake it selfe on that which it enflames,
That on it selfe it brings confusion dire,
And oft with suddaine death her subiect shames;
Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, and all therein shee blames,
Nay railes against, if they wreake not her wronge,
And for her selfe an Hell on Earth shee frames,
To wreake it on herselfe, if shee be long
Barr'd from Revenge, for which her Scule doth long.
None can be more immane, or violent;
VVhich turnes frō that which doth it roughly tuch
And seekes to quell the same incontinent;
Or on the cause to inflict punishment:
Here-hence it is some iresull men are pale,
Because the bloud returnes from whence it went,
VVhose harts haught-courage so doth ore exhale,
That they dare doe what not? come Blisse or Bale.
As to the Heart it doth in Griefe and Feare,
But in the face in furie it doth burne,
And all the Spirits it enflameth there,
As if no more vvithin the Body vvere:
The bloud and sp'rits inflam'd, the braine ascend,
VVhich they (confusedly distracted) stere,
For how so ere heate may the Heart offend,
The Minde doth rest, if heate it not transcend.
More then a man, yet if it not ascendes
Vnto the braine, no man him druncken thinkes,
Nor is he drunke though drinke his belly rends:
Yet beeing still vvithin the heart confin'd,
The soule vvithin the braine her worke attendes
Without disturbing of the VVit or Minde,
Who wonted freedome in the braine doe finde.
(If possibly men furious might be vvise)
And put exceeding Anger therevnto,
All's to no purpose, for all in it lies
As fat in fier, which to nothing fries;
Moue but their choller once, and all's on flame
That should them coldly any vvay aduise:
For, when the soule by heate is out of frame,
Her Iudgement must be blinde, and Actions lame.
Is good for nought, (for nought is all as good)
But to blaspheme, and raue, and rayling ban,
And make good men amazed at his moode;
God sheild I should be any of this broode:
Yet must I (to my shame) for shame confesse,
Because its seene what humor haunts my bloud,
That Anger to my heart hath oft accesse
Against my will, which faine would it suppresse.
And though I bee to weake, and he to strong;
Yet fight I will, and aie in his dispight
I will refraine my hands, much more my Tonge,
Both vvhich in wrath are apt to offer wronge:
Heav'n helpe me to subdue this hellish Ire,
And all that doth or shall to it belong,
So with the drops of grace quench out this fire,
That to my heart it neuer more aspire.
VVhich be'ng temp'rate, yeeldes most sweete effects;,
For, Choler makes the VVitt and Courage great,
Yea, makes the Hart abound with kinde Affects,
And abiect humors vtterly reiects:
In the best Natures commonly its plac'd
By Natures finger, for these kinde respects,
And if with fury it be not disgrac'd,
It should by al meanes, by all be embrac'd.
Whose witt & Courage are quite drown'd in Fleame;
VVho, though wrongs prick their Harts, yet stil they fare
As they vvere either dead, or in a dreame;
Nothing shal moue them, be it nere s'extreame:
Heare they their frēds deprau'd (though nere so dear)
Nay heare they Fiends the Highests name blasphēe;
They dare not speake a vvord for them for feare;
VVhat vse of such that such base-mindes doe beare?
Doth vs but little good, and be'ng too great
Doth warme vs otherwise then fier should;
But being moderate, it so doth heat
As neither letts vs coole, nor makes vs sweat:
So, Choler if too little, little steeds,
And if too much, too much doth make vs fret;
But being meane, it many Vertues breeds,
And with an actiue warmth, the blood it feeds.
Is an obligatorie Heast divine;
For whiles we are that holy anger in
(Not wholly angery) it is a signe
For, in our Soules the iry-pow'r it is
That makes vs at vnhallowed thoughts repine,
And sober soules are zealous made by this,
Then zealous soules can hardly Anger misse.
O be propitious therefore, hurt me not:
Then Volumes large, Ile write concerning thee
Which without blott of blame, I al wil blott
VVith blacke that shal thy bright, make bright as hott:
So, leaue I thee, and would thou me would'st leaue,
Yet leaue me not, as one thou hast forgott,
But mind me stil, when I should thee conceaue
Gainst ill that would my soule of good bereaue.
When he as God and Man the Temple clear'd
(With VVhipps) of money-Changers, who did proule
For filthie Pelse in place to him endear'd,
Where most of al he should be serv'd and fear'd:
So, be with me, deere Ire, till thou and I
Must part,, or I by thee no further steer'd,
Then may agree with perfect pietie
And well may stand with true felicitie.
Which is more Hellish; for, its lasting Ire
As some suppose; which is a damned thing,
Like to the Devill her prodigious Sire,
VVho Loues to hate, as Loue hates that desire:
Sith God and Nature hath made Man in loue,
To loue God and his like with loue intire,
VVhat Vice can Vertue in man more reproue,
Then that which Man to misse his Ende doth move?
For Ire proceeds frō some wrong done to vs,
But Hatred, is conceav'd as soone as we
Suppose a Creature to be odious;
Though to vs it were nere iniurious:
And Time can Ire aswage, but hardly Hate,
Ire would but vex, but Hatred's murderous,
Revenge cooles Ire, but cannot Hate abate,
Ires hart can melte, but Hates is obdurate.
Louing and kinde) in perfect Vnion;
This Statute (sans defesance) men doth bind
To succour one another woe-begon,
As if they were not diverse but al one:
But Hatred is the Hatchet, which doth cleeve
Mankinde to peeces in confusion;
Releefe refusing, and eake to releeve,
Yet giues more dāmage thē it would receave.
(The Proud, & Envious, which are ful of hate)
These hateful Hell-hounds loue this lothsome Evill,
Because it seekes mankinde to ruinate:
VVhat can the Devill worse excogitate?
It is the Toade that swells with Venome such
That no force can resist, much lesse abate;
The Moath of Mā-kind, worse thē nought by much,
Yet most indiff'rent to the Poore and Rich.
VVhen he loues nought, that is not perfect good;
For he through Hate doth Evill still reiect,
VVhich would corrupt his Nature, Mind, & Moode,
Such hate is happie, holy, and divine,
By which the force of Ill is stil withstood;
This Hate we ought to loue, which doth repine
At al which doth not Loue aright refine.
And, to an Habit grow'n, inhabit mee,
Sith thou flow'st from the Fountes of Loue, & Grace,
O let my love be ever backt by thee;
Then Ill from Loue (so backt) wil ever flee.
It is a feaver of the Minde to hate,
That's hate to Loue, but whē they both agree
They doe preserve the Soule in perfect state,
Whilst Ill of Ills they quite annihilate.
That which this Hate doth loue, with loue intire,
That is, al good below, much more aboue,
Wherto this hate through loue would faine aspire;
For perfect Love inflames iust Hates desire.
No otherwise then VVater hott or cold,
Though in some sorte it doth oppung the fire,
Yet makes the flames thereof more manifold,
VVhen it is cast thereon, so as it should.
According to their obiects; And Envy
(Their aie-familier) doth follow still
Hatred and Ire, to make a Trinity;
Which may be vs'd well, ill, or neut'rally:
It is well vs'd for Gods foes good successe,
But ill, when it anothers good doth eye,
And neut'rally when it doth not transgresse
The boundes of Love, for loving more or lesse.
In her true kinde; for Mercy stil doth grieue
At others harmes; but envi's glad of it,
And pines with paine, when others wel doe thriue,
Yea liues in death, when others liue to liue.
Some envy others gains, that hinder theirs;
Some, others weale, whē they cannot arriue
Vnto the like: some, other that aspires
To that they sought, but faild of their desires.
Without respect of their owne benefit,
Only because they think their fate's withstoode
When others on the least good fortune hit,
Or doe the least good, getting praise for it:
This is the envie, than which none is worse,
Ev'n that of Sathan, for Men most vnfit,
This is the envie that incurres his curse,
That from Heav'n for the like did Angels force.
The noblest goods, goods of the noblest Minde
They most envie; and stil themselues they raise
To highest vertue, where they (fixt) it finde;
Heereat the teeth of envie most doe grinde:
For looke how much the Minde the Corpes excels,
And the Mindes riches are of rarer kinde;
So much the more the hart of envie swels,
At those that haue these goods, then any els.
Monsters distinct, yet vndiuiduall;
In heav'n and earth hath wel appeer'd the same,
For both made heau'nly Lucifer to fall;
Pride's more apparāt, for it needs must swel;
But envy euer lines Prides Pectorall:
Pride's as the high'st, envie the lowest bell;
Worse Hags thē either, can in neither dwel.
If anie therefore be preferr'd before,
Shee instantly is with fel envie stirr'd;
And the more rise, her envie is the more.
Though Meeknes mount, prids hart doth ake therfore:
For shee thinkes, only shee doth al excel,
Then others excellence her heart must gore:
As others heav'n on earth, is Envies hell;
So others rising makes Pride still to swell.
And, where's no weale, or glory, envi's not:
Shee feedes on her owne hart, and others blisse,
Shee skornes to looke so low as to their lot
That are of Fortune, or the world forgot:
Therefore shee lurkes about the Courtes of Kings,
(Whose Crownes are ever subiect to her shot)
There like a Snake, that hisses not, shee stings,
And oft ere shee is seene Confusion bringes.
That shee (as one of the infernall broode)
Doth poison sucke, to vomit it againe,
And makes of Snakes her flesh-consuming foode;
Which makes her like a blind-worme, without bloud:
Who often creepeth like this abiect VVorme,
Not wotting which way, each way but the good:
And in Preferments way shee doth enorme
All feete shee meets with, which none can reforme.
Because the Tongue dares not the griefe disclose,
That makes that griefe still on the hart to grate,
Which the leane looke alone in silence shoes;
Yet eies shrinke in (as loth to tell the woes)
And looke ascue, as if in looking straight
They might directly so discouer those,
All which makes woe to haue the greater waight
The soule and bodie so to over-fraight.
I know not by thy lookes (which all doe loth)
If they fare well or thou ill; for thy Minde
Is vext alike, alike thou look'st for both:
Which subtill speech included simple troth;
For, envi's griev'd no lesse for others good
Then for her proper ill; and is as wroth
For others praise, as if hers were with-stood,
And for both, sucks alike her Subiectes bloud.
And that shee envies to, if it exceede;
Like Argus, shee nere sleepes but when her eie
Is charm'd by Mercuries sweete sounding Reede;
“For envie flattered is well agreed:
When all respect is had of her and hers,
And all neglected els, her All to feede,
No more, till shee neglected be, shee stirres;
Then as before her selfe shee straight bestirres.
(Though base shee be and darke as nether Hell)
For as the sunne obscureth things most bright,
And makes the light of things obscure, excell:
And praiseth most, men least deserving praise,
Such as their deerest fame to shame doe sell;
All such (if any at all) shee most doth raise,
And all men els, doth most of all dispraise.
The more their want with envie is supplide,
The lesse, if prowde, they are in their degree
The lesse they can their betters farre, abide;
“And horse prowd Beggars, they like Kings will ride.
Now as each Vice doth in it beare about
An inbred plague: so in this doth reside
The plague of plagues; to weare it selfe quite out
With fretting gainst the rich or roiall Rowt.
Doe witnesse to themselues their small esteeme,
For which the VVorld, they see, them still reiects,
Through which they inly burst with griefe extreme,
But dare not let the world them envious deeme.
For, no Affect is lesse disclos'd then this,
Because it makes men lesse then worthlesse seeme,
Therefore the much more dolorous it is;
“For griefes doe breake the heart if vent they misse.
What glorious Kings, and famous Generals,
Yea (which is strange) what heau'nly Hirarchies
Whose wretched state and miserable fals
(By envie wrought) remaine in Capitals!
Whence all may see, how actiue and how fell
This Furie is, who rests in Funerals:
Or when on earth Men rest in such an Hell,
That to th'infernall may be Paralell.
(Ore-plus of Loue, as iealous Lovers would)
Which (worse then Hell) hates al Rivalitie,
And cannot brooke that any other should
Possesse that wee or ours would, or doe hold:
Yet some restraine it onely vnto Loue;
For being (as they say) more manifold,
It Obtrectation hight, which who doth prove
Shal finde the Minde vnlike it selfe to moue.
That makes her iealous, and when shee's restrain'd
Of former freedome, shee is not her owne;
But like a Body bound t'a Racke, is pain'd,
And thinks of nought but paine be'ng so constrain'd:
This is the Linx in Loue that never sleepes,
And oft (too oft) by Lust is entertain'd,
Who through nine walles of Mudd, or Mettle peeps,
And so (like Argus) Loves beloved keepes.
So iealousie is good or badd thereby.
If Men be iealous of their thoughts that gadd
From the chiefe-Good, good is that iealousie;
And in a Prince tis no impiety,
When he suspects Ambition in his State;
Nor in the mari'd ist an Heresy,
If loving-iealousie without debate
Doe keepe each others Love from cause of hate.
So longe as it aymes but at like respect,
An harmelesse iealousie, from harme defends
Those whom they governe, and by kinde affect:
Which makes him watch vs, where wee wake or sleepe,
VVho in his loue thereby doth vs protect,
From al those vnseene ills that on vs creepe,
And by the same his honor safe doth keepe.
Be it in VVeddlocke, Freindshippe, or where not,
Makes Loue a Languishment; for false mistrust
Is not by God, but by his Foe begott,
Which Loue with Lust doth evermore besott:
Hence come the Quarrells twixt the mari'd Paires,
When they through iealousie are overshott,
This makes Affraies too oft of great Affaires,
And ruynes that which loyal Love repaires.
Copesmate of Care, tormenter of the Minde,
The Canker of faire Venus sweetest Rose,
The Racke that over-racks the over-kinde,
The over-watchful Eye of Loue stil blinde:
The Hart of Caution wherein ay are bredd
The vital Sp'rites of Arte to State assign'd;
Soule of Regard, alive when it seemes deade,
All this is Iealousie that holds the Heade.
The Vulture which the thoughts thereof devoures,
The Primum mobile which turneth round
The Braine, which to the rest vnrest procures,
A Sore which nought, that's good for ought, recures,
That's Mummy made of the meere Hart of Love,
A temp'rall Hell, whose torment still endures,
The Pennaunce of Mistrust, which Lovers proue,
All this is Iealousie which I reprove.
When we began to touch corrupt Affects)
With Pride, because from her al Vice doth runne
(As from the Fountaine) which the Soule infects;
Which may be thus describ'd by her effects:
A swelling of the Hart which doth proceede
From Selfe-conceite, that gainst the Soule reflects,
And showes more glorious then it is indeede,
Which makes vs thinke our gifts al mens exceede.
This Soules envenomn'd Botch, This Sourse of Sinne,
Can nothing lesse thē hir owne selfe abide,
When shee doth see her selfe another in:
If shee her selfe doth hate, what can shee wynne
But hate of all, that see her as shee is?
Still loth'd may shee be, for had shee not byn,
We stil had liv'd in earthly Heavens blisse,
And Lucifer held heav'nly Paradis.
And that his liues-ioy should therein consist,
What vice in man is more detestable,
Then that which doth this ioy of life resist?
For Pride, as if shee were with nature blist
That farre surmounted more then half-divine,
Scornes al Humanity; if so, what ist
On Earth that shee thinks (be'ng so superfine)
Worthie to suite her, but alone to reigne?
On highest things that are sublunarie,
And (Lunatick) aboue the Moone doth rise
In minde, though she mindes nought but villany,
Therefore the most prowde are most ignorant
Of wisedomes hid in blest Theologie,
Because they meerely minde things miscreant,
As earthly pompe, and port extravagant.
For the most learn'd and lowly wel to know
Themselues in ev'ry part, and not to misse;
Then sith the Prowd doe never looke so low,
That skil nere comes but with their overthrow:
For they by nature are most prone to pride
That know all but themselues; and yet doe show
They know themselues too wel, for, nought beside
They loue; which loue, that knowledge doth misguid.
(If he be mortal, be he what he wil)
Into him selfe, he wil him selfe despise;
For in him selfe he findeth nought but ill,
Corrupting Soule and Body, Minde, and VVill:
The best shall finde but matter too too bad
To humble them, and so to keepe them still;
The worst shal see ynough to make them mad,
Seeing themselues through Ill, so ill-bestad.
So fraile, so ful of sorrow and vexation,
That should a Man possesse al, yet the while
He should possesse but temporall damnation;
And with it likely divine indignation.
Can Men be prowde then, of an earthly hell,
Affording nought but griefe and molestation?
Or can their harts with Pride and Sorrow swell
When one puffes vp, the other downe doth quel?
To feele the griefes that are most sensible;
And senselesse Soules haue no preheminence
Of humane Nature; nor extensible
To brutish, which is not insensible:
Then what are proud Soules by this iust accounte
But either deade, or comprehensible
In that of Plants; which from Earth cannot mount,
But that a worthlesse VVren may them surmount.
Doe dimme, are feeble-sighted, and such Eyes
Cannot themselues as high as Heaven raise,
Nor pierce to Hell which in their Owner lies:
For if they would or could in any wise,
Pride could not possibly surprise their Hart,
For Heav'n they would admire, and Hell despise,
And from that Hell they would their Eyes convert,
To highest Heav'n, and from it nere divert.
(How pure so ere it be) shee feedeth on:
So Pride turnes Vertue to her venom'd moode,
Then which no prid's more neere Damnation;
For sp'ritual pride God hates as he doth none:
Which pride is Luciferian, and the fall
Of those, whose Soules are with it over gon,
Shal be like Lucifers, for no one shall
Be sav'd that weenes his vertue passeth all.
And without Issue it the same wil rend:
Therefore the proude their owne perfections tell;
Yea, onely tell of what them most commend,
Which if they misse, or others praised more,
Out goth that wind, (which they with thūdrings sēd)
Against al those that are preferr'd before,
And as distracted, raile, and rave, and rore.
Although it cutt the Throate of Reason quite;
All her opinions can abide no No:
And though them to defend shee hath no might,
Yet to defend them shee wil rage and fight:
No time, no truth, nor no authoritie,
Shal putt Pride, if shee wrong be, in the right;
For shee desires to haue the masterie
In al, that al may give her dignitie.
Any's inferior in any thing;
This makes her loth to learne, sith shee hath seem'd
To know much more then al, by her learning:
She scornes reproofes that information bring;
Her Vices shee wil haue for Vertues tane,
Or like a Serpent shee wil hisse and sting,
Blaspheme and what not, for shee's most profane,
And if shee can, be her impugners bane.
Where
The proude mā the drūckard and the Coward are nought to make fiends. of; the proud will scorne thee if he our start thee in fortunes, the drūkard will in wine bewray thy secrts, for what is in the hart of the sober, is in the tongue of a drunkard, & the Coward dares not speake one word in defence of thy reputation though hee heare it slanderously depraved.
Pride wil the downfall of a friend procure
If by such fall the proude friende may ascend,
For al his frenshippe to himselfe doth tend;
Comes good from him, to him must goe the praise,
As if good in him did begin and end;
So robbes God of his glorie many waies,
And faine aboue his God himselfe would raise.
His height of Pride, and doth himselfe dispraise,
Tis but the higher to advance the Saile
Of swelling Pride, which he to Cloudes doth raise,
Nay thūder-cracks the Clouds, that clouds his praise:
The highest Heau'ns (he weenes,) must giue it way
Vnto the Throne where perfect glorie staies,
And there sitt cheeke by Iowle with Glorie ay;
This, Pride desires, and those that her obay.
That Heav'nly Lady into Hellish waies;
Then shee misledd, each Soule must needes misleade
That on her seeming-wel-stai'd Iudgment staies;
Hence spring al Heresies; which Pride doth raise:
For lett a Scholer famous for his skill
Maintaine dam'd Error, he for peevish praise
Wil ransacke Bookes and Braines to do it still,
Though he thereby his Soule with Millions spill.
The Soules of al the Heades of Heresies,
We shal finde Pride did thereto them dispose,
That they might liue to al Posterities
In Mouthes of Men, though but for Blasphemies:
Knowledge puffes vp, and if the dewes of Grace
Swage not the swelling, it so high wil rise,
That Earth nor Heav'n shal hold it in that case,
Till Hell doth take it downe and it embrace.
This Man is wise compar'd with one more fond;
Yet this great wise man nothing lesse doth know
Then he would seeme to know, and vnderstand:
That he is wise and learned; Nothing lesse:
But wise in this, that can Mens thoughts command
To thinke him wise, when should he truth confesse,
His wisedome were but wel-cloakt foolishnesse.
Which helpe, but not suffise to make men wise;
For the effect of speech is al in all,
Sound Sentence, which from wise Collections rise
Of diverse Doctrines, which VVitt wel applies:
Then he that hath but Tongues (though all that are)
And not the wisdomes which those Tongues cōprise,
May amongst fooles be held a Doctor rare,
But with the wise al Tongue, and nothing spare.
Yet thinkes he knoweth no more then a Beast:
Giue me him (quoth I) where is he? and who can
Give me that Gifte, sith such are al diceast,
Or if they bee, not to be found at least?
Sage Socrates is deade, and with him gon
His Pupills that knew more then al the rest,
Yet thought they knew farre lesse then ev'ry one,
But now al seeme to know, yet know doth none.
And were to heare or see the wondrous VVritt
Of some deepe Doctors, he should track them plaine
From place to place where they haue borrowed it,
And nought their owne (perhaps) but what's vnfitt:
Yet as if all were theirs, they are admir'd,
As if their Sculls ensconst al skill and VVitt,
Or with some sacred furie were inspir'd,
When as (God wott) their VVitt is al-bemir'd.
So tis, all thinke, or few know otherwise,
Which few perhaps as well as they haue stolne,
(Borrow'd I would say) but yet they are wise
Not to detect each others pilferies:)
The greatest skill these present times affoord
Is others sayings cleanely to comprise
In ours: so that it be not word for word,
Which wit with moderne wisedome doth accorde.
Yet doth the Divell know more then that Man;
What cause of pride then can it be to show
Lesse knowledge and more pride then dam'd Sathan,
Who hath obseru'd all since the VVorld began;
Nor doe the Elementes repugnance marre
His wits; for he of Aire consists, and can
Command the same: But in Man so they warre
That he is taken Follies Prisoner.
The Divels knowledge to the cause extends,
Who enters Natures Brest, and doth select
All secrets of the same, to secret endes:
For he th' Abysse of Causes darke descendes,
And with his Owles-eies (that see best in darke)
Those Causes to the Causer comprehendes,
And how they are togither linckt, doth marke;
Yet is lesse prowde of this, then some meane Clarke.
For having view'd the forces of all thinges,
VVhether celestiall or terrestriall,
And with most curious search their true workings,
And actiue to their passiue powres doth binde,
Yea one another so togither minges,
That it brings foorth (by sympathie of kinde)
VVonders surmounting all conceite of minde.
In wondrous workes, which may amaze the wise;
But that same onely-wise Trin-vnion
Workes Miracles, wherein all wonder lies;
For Miracles aboue all VVonders rise,
For Miracles aboue all VVonders rise,
Sith they are truely supernaturall;
But VVonders he to Natures Secrets ties:
Then wonders simplie are but naturall,
But Miracles meere Metaphysicall.
By distillation or some other meane
The Quintessence of any thing; That Acte
Suffiseth him to be as prowde as meane:
And though the starueling be as lewd as leane,
Yet thinkes he Kings should feede and make him fat,
Nay, doe him homage: O base Thing vncleane!
Canst thou for this, thinke thou deservest that?
Or can a skill so base, thee so inflate?
Make the Elixer, which so many marre?
It's past most probable, that then thou wouldst
Seeke to be Deifide, or els turne starre,
That Dull-heades might adore thee from afarre:
It is a skill indeede of rich esteeme,
And worthy of the rar'st Philosopher,
But could one doe the same, as many seeme,
Yet no great wise one he himselfe should deeme.
(Sith to worke wonders the whole-man requires)
And though at length (perhaps) he it attain'd,
Yet should he bee to seeke that VVit desires,
In other matters, then these feates by fires.
Sage Salomon, whose wisedome wonder wan,
Knew al in all, which all in one admires,
Yet knew that all was vaine, and he a man
Vainer then Vanitie, that nothing can.
That the least pride cannot depend thereon;
Pride breaks our Cōnings necke, which oft doth faile
To hold aright the nature of one Stone,
Much lesse to know the kindes of ev'ry one.
Compare the All we know, with the least part
Of that we know not, wee shall see, alone
That God is wise: And men are voide of Art,
And blinde in wit and will, in Minde, and Hart.
(Whose VVinde the true Elixer is; for it
The Aire to Aurum transmute lightly can)
If once he gets a name for law-ful wit,
Hee thinkes high pride for him alone is fit:
Convoies of Angels, then must help the most
Vnto his speech; for he makes benefit
Of ev'ry word; for not one shal be lost,
Or if it be, the next shall quit that cost.
That to the High'st he may next neighbour be;
No neighbour neeres him, his grounds are so wide,
Then not a Nod without a treble fee,
And yet to know the Law, is but to know
How Men should liue, and without Law agree:
Which, Reason to the simplest Soule doth show;
Then pride is farre too high, for skill so low.
And hath no place in Platoes Common-weale,
Yet if he will not crosse Law, for the crosse
That no Man hates, but all doe loue to feele;
Hee's worthy of the Crosse sweete Comforts Seale:
For Lawyers ought (like Lawes) to make Men good,
And who are in the wronge, or Right, reveale:
Then are they worthy of al liuelyhood,
That make men liue in perfect Brotherhood.
That gropes the Law for nothing but for Galles,
Should be so prowde as if he had no match,
For tossing Lawes as they were Tennis-Bals,
This vexeth God and Good-men at the Galles:
Yet such there are, (too many such there are,)
Who are the Seedes-men of Litigious Bralls:
And are so prowde that by the Lawes they dare
Contend with Crassus, though they nought cāspare.
Worthy of reverence and all regard;
But the abuse of Law (and so of King)
By such as will abuse both for reward,
Is dam'd; hard tearme! yet that course is more hard:
Can such finde patrones, such course to protect?
They can and doe, but would they might be barr'd
From Barres, or that ore Barres they might be peckt,
Els at Barres with as hard a doome be checkt.
My Muse be mute, defile not thine owne Nest:
O let the longest Largs be shortest Briefes
In this discordant Note, and turne the VVrest;
So that this Note by thee bee nere exprest:
Canst thou my Muse? canst thou my cruel Muse
Make Men, the Muses Minions detest?
Forbeare, forbeare thy Soules loue to abuse,
Or touch that tenderly which thou dost vse.
That for the most part is past passing poore?
That can paint Vice with & without a Cloude,
And be'ng most vgly, make her vgly more,
Can he be proude? & only proude therfore!
It cannot be in sense, and Poets are
Sense-masters subtilized by their Lore;
Yet tis too true that scarse one Poet rare
Is free frō Pride, though Back be leane as bare.
For, holy Raptures must the Head entrance,
Before the Hand can draw one lasting Line,
That can the glory of the Muse advance;
And sacred Furies with the thoughts must dance,
To leade them Measures of a stately kinde,
Or iocond Gigges: Then, if Pride with them prance
Shee wil be foremost, then shame comes behinde,
Both which disgrace the motions of the minde.
Where Ioues high-Alter stands; and on the same
Offer thou lowly, that which doth surmount
The reach of Vulgars, in no vulgar Flame:
In lowest depth of high'st humilitie;
Humility that can advance thy name
To highest height of immortalitie,
Embosom'd by diuinest Dëitie.
The least of which hath pow'r to peirce the Skie?
Yet lowly be, that the wombe of thy VVitt
That rare Conception may yeeld readilie,
Their mother so to glad and glorifie;
Thou art from Heav'n my Muse, thē be thou such,
As Heau'nly be, ful of humilitie;
Is thy skill much? be
Humility doth best become the highest knowledge. Extreame precisenes or affectation in words & stile doth quench the heate of our invention and bridleth the freedome of our witts. Wee must vse words as wee vse Coyne, that is, those that be cōmon and currant; It is dāgerous to coine without priviledg.
For Pride's most dam'd, that heav'nly thinges doth touch.
Dyue to the Bottome of that famous Fludd,
Although it were as deepe as Acheron,
Thēce make thy fame vp-dive although withstood
With weeds of Ignorance, & Envies Mudd:
But though thy fame faire Sol should equalize
For height and glorie, yet let al thy good
Consist in that, If thou woul'st thou could'st rise,
But lou'st bum-basted mountings to dispise.
(Cæsar of speech that monarchizeth Eares)
Sweete Poesie, that can al Soules subdue,
To Passions, causing ioy or forcing Teares,
And to it selfe each glorious sp'rite endeeres:
It is a speech of most maiestike state,
As by a wel-pen'd Poëm wel appeeres;
Thē Prose, more cleanely coucht & dilicate,
And if wel done, shal liue a longer Date.
In which respect it wel may tearmed be,
(Having a Cadence musicall among)
A speech melodious ful of harmonee,
Or Eare-enchanting matchlesse melodee:
Succinct it is, and easier to retaine
(Sith with our sp'rits it better doth agree)
Then, that which tedious ambage doth containe,
Albe't the VVitt therein did more then raigne.
Which doth the Iudgment ay inveagle so
(Making the Eare to it of force incline)
That Iudgment often doth her selfe forgoe,
And like VVaxe, bends Opinion to and fro;
In Prose the speech is not so voluble,
Because the Tongue in numbers doth not flo,
Ne yet the accent halfe so tunable,
Then, to our spirites much lesse sutable.
Be'ng not contriv'd with Measures musicall,
And not alow'd that beauty Verse doth beare,
Nor yet the Cadence so harmonicall,
Much lesse the relish so Angelicall:
Its not adorn'd with choise of such sweete VVordes
(VVords that haue pow'r to sweeten bitter'st Gall)
Nor licence't that fine Phrase, Arte Verse affords,
Which makes huge Depthes, oft times, of shallow Foordes,
As best persuaders, whose sweete Eloquence
(They playing best partes on this Earthly Stage)
Was the first retorick borne of Sapience,
Herehence it came that divine Oracles
(Apollos speech of highest excellence)
Were stil exprest in measur'd Syllables,
The voice of VVisdomes truest Vocables.
Of memorable Accidents of Time,
Of Princes liues and actions of great Lordes,
Which Poets first did Chronicle in Rime;
And farre aboue Chronography did clyme:
For they were first of al that did observe
(Though Poets now are neither flush nor Prime)
The workes of Nature for Mans vse to serve,
But now gainst Nature their works make thē sterve.
VVith their effects and distinct properties,
And made them (by their skill) demonstrable,
Mounting from thence vnto the loftie skies,
To note their motions and what in them lies:
They first did finde the Heav'ns plurality,
And how they did each other so comprise
That in their motion they made melody,
Caus'd by their closnesse and obduracy.
And in their search they were most curious
Of divine Essenses to know the state,
VVhich having found, were most laborious
Them to expresse in Poems precious:
They were therefore the first Astronomers
(That travell'd through the Heau'ns from house to house)
First Metaphisicks and Philosophers,
Vnfolding Heav'n & Earth, Sun, Moone, & Starres.
In whose praise never can be said too much:
Yet Pride their praise may blemish vtterly,
For she defiles like pitch what she doth tuch:
And maks both heau'n & earth at it to grutch:
For no Perfection can be toucht with pride
But it wil looke as if it vvere not such,
Deform'd in fauour, which none can abide;
For Grace is base being thus double dide.
Is (ah that ever such iust cause should Bee)
To see a Player at the put-downe stewes
Put vp his Peacockes Taile for al to see,
And for his hellish voice, as prowde as hee;
What Peacocke art thou prowd? Wherfore? because
Thou Parrat-like canst speake what is taught thee:
A Poet must teach thee from clause to clause,
Or thou wilt breake Pronunciations Lawes.
And yet art prowd? alas poore skum of pride
Peacocke, looke to thy legs and be not haught,
No patience can least pride in thee abide;
Looke not vpon thy Legs from side to side
To make thee prowder, though in Buskine fine,
Or silke in graine the same be beautifide;
For Painters though they haue no skil divine,
Can make as faire a legge, or limbe as thine.
That is by nature so exceeding hie:
Base pride, didst thou thy selfe, or others know,
Wouldst thou in harts of Apish Actors lie,
Yet they through thy perswasion (being strong)
Doe vveene they merit immortality,
Onely because (forsooth) they vse their Tongue,
To speake as they are taught, or right or wronge.
Al men may see her, for nought comes thereon
But to be seene, and where Vice should be shent,
Yea, made most odious to ev'ry one,
In blazing her by demonstration
Then pride that is more then most vicious,
Should there endure open damnation,
And so shee doth, for shee's most odious
In Men most base, that are ambitious.
As ye are Men, that pass time not abus'd:
And some I loue for painting, poesie,
And say fell Fortune cannot be excus'd,
That hath for better vses you refus'd:
VVit, Courage, good shape, good partes, and all good,
As long as al these goods are no worse vs'd,
And though the stage doth staine pure gentle bloud,
Yet generous yee are in minde and moode.
The VVorld of Vice, and grosse incongruence
Is good; and good, the good by nature loues,
As recreating in and outward sense;
And so deserving praise and recompence:
But if pride (otherwise then morally)
Be acted by you, you doe all incense
To mortal hate; if all hate mortally,
Princes, much more Players they vilifie.
For each Bagg-piper, if expert he be,
Pride fils his Soule, as he his Bag-pipe fils,
For he supposeth he and none but hee
Should be advanc'd; For what? For Rogueree.
Hee can repine, and say that men of partes
Are not esteem'd; Goe base Drone, durtie Bee,
Rest thou in dung, too good for thy deserts;
For durt to durt should goe, and praise to Artes.
The Soule-reioycing sound of Musickes voice,
Faire figure of that blisse that nere shall end,
Which makes our sorrowing Soules (like it) reioice;
Yet at the best its but a pleasure choise
To make vs game, vvhen wee are vvoe-begon;
It is too light graue Artes to counterpoise,
Then no cause is there to bee prowde thereon
Albe't thou wert as good as Amphion.
Be subiect to her stil, and so to me:
But now shee should (if shee did well) refuse
Longer to haue to doe vvith cursed Thee;
For shee hath found thee in the low'st degree,
The Hangman sav'd, whose basenesse doth surpasse:
Yet he of London, that detested He
(Whose hart is made of Flint, and face of Brasse)
Of decollation brags, but let that passe.
Or fare farre worse, then ill in worst degree,
Sith thou scorn'st not in such an hart to dwell,
That by the fruit liues of the Gallow tree:
Sincke to Earthes Bowels from her burd'ned Brest,
(For on the Earth thou canst no lower bee)
Sith Hell's thy Spheare wher thou should'st ever rest,
For, on the Earth thou mov'st but to vnrest.
That areas founts from whence the lesser flow;
We are arrived (through faire waies and fowle)
Vnto the third VVombe situate below
The Midrife; where the growing pow'r doth grow:
But for it is so farre remov'd from thence
From whence the Soule doth her arch-wonders show,
(Namely the Seate of the Intelligence)
Wee'l balke the same for its impertinence.
Who marke each Mortesse of the Bodies frame,
The Pynns, the Tenons, Beams, Bolts, VVindings, Iists,
All which they marke when they doe it vnframe:
To these Crafts-masters, I referre the same;
Suffizeth me to looke with my right Eye
(Though it dimme sighted be and so to blame)
Into the Seate of each soules facultie,
Fixt to VVitts wonder-working Ingeny.
If not with proper Coulors, yet with such
As doe distinguish her kinde from the rest,
Which Kind, by kind, in Beasts & Plants doth couch:
But to paint her in each least part were much;
Philosophers haue beene to seeke heerein,
Although they sought but sleightly her to touch,
And haue through Error much abused bin,
VVhen her faire Picture they did but begin.
But that by Nature, Bodies moued be:
Hipparchus, and Leucippus, Fire it call,
With whom (in sort) the Stöickes doe agree:
A firie Sp'rite betweene the Atomee
Democritus wil haue it: and the Aire
Some say it is: the Barrell'd Cynick, hee
And with him others of another haire,
Doe thus depaint the soule, and file her faire.
Boil'd in the Lights, and temp'red in the Hart,
And so the body it throughout doth rin;
This is the soule (forsooth) made by their Art.
Hippias would haue it water, all or part:
.Heliodorus held it earth confixt;
And Epicurus said it was a ( )
Namely, a Sp'rite of Fire and Aire commixt:
And Zenophontes, earth and water mixt.
Of simple Elements, or els compound:
Meane-while they make her (most faire creature) fowle,
And dimme her glorie which is most renownd,
Through mists of Ignorance, which them surround.
Others, of other substaunce weene it is,
For Critias with bloud doth it confound,
Hippocrates (that went as wide as this)
Said twas a thin sprite spred through our Bodis.
Some the complexion of the Elements:
And Galen doth not much the same refuse,
For to an hot Complexion he assents,
Not that Complexion, (some say) but abides
In some point of it; and those Continents
They hold the Hart, or Braine, where it resides
As Queene enthron'd, and all the body guides.
Others, something tide to no certaine place,
But wholy present in each part of vs;
Which, whether sprong frō the Complexions grace,
Or made by God, yet they weene cleer's the case,
From Natures lap the same of force must fall.
Some others said a Quintessence it was:
Some, an vnquiet Nature moving all:
A number, some, that it selfe moues, it call.
Which nerthelesse al forms doth apprehēd;
And Aristotle doth him selfe inforce
To make the same vpon the Corpes depend;
For these his words do sort out to that end:
It is (saith he) an high perfection
Of bodie, that lifes powre doth comprehende,
Which vnderstanding giues it, sense, & motion;
This in effect is his description.
A divine substance which it selfe doth moue,
Indu'd with vnderstanding. He doth misse
Lesse then the rest, though Truth doth all reproue:
And Senec saith the soule is farre aboue
The knowledge of the most intelligent;
Which speech of his Lactantius doth approue,
Thus doe they all about the soule dissent,
Aswell for substance, as where resident.
And Strato, in the space betweene the eies;
In the harts hollow veine the Dog it shuts,
That alwaies in a Tub enkenell'd lies:
The Stoicks say, the Hart doth it comprise:
In al the body, saith Democritus:
In al the brest, say others as vnwise:
In the braines ventricles, saith Hierophilus:
Thus al in al were most erronious.
Galen would haue each limb a soule to haue:
Renowned Galen, how wast thou renown'd,
That didst thy selfe so foolishly behaue!
Thus for the place they with each other straue,
And for the soules continuance no lesse.
The Epicure the bodie makes her Graue,
And dies and lies with it. But some confesse
Shee's capable of everlastingnesse.
Wil haue it everlasting, or at least
As long as beasts shal haue creation;
For it doth passe (saith he) from Mā to beast:
What Foole could more ridiculously iest?
Yet he disciples had, and not a few,
That this grosse doctrine did with ease disgest;
Therefore no Beasts, these more beasts, euer slue
Sith they their frēds souls held, for ought they knew.
And Pythagoreans: for that soule (they say)
That's vicious, vvhilst the body it immures,
Doth die, and vvith the bodie quite decaie:
Some partes of it (as Aristotle holdes)
That haue seates corp'ral, with them fal avvay:
But vnderstanding vvhich no Organ holdes,
(As free from filth) Æternitie infoldes.
Do they contend; & no lesse Christiās striue
For their beginning: some, the same advance
To heav'n, and say they there did ever liue
Since Angels fel. And other some beleeue
That one soule doth another propagate:
Some others, their commencement do deriue
From time that first the Angels were create,
Which sacred Austine doth insinuate.
That soules created are from day to day,
Which he of Aquine boldly doth confirme:
For sith the soule doth forme the bodies clay,
It with the bodie must be made, they say.
Whereto agrees each moderne Schoole-divine:
So that these Men doe from each other stray
Touching the soules birth, which they mis-assigne,
“For they speake ill that cannot wel define.
The Pythagoreans it doe transmigrate;
Some say, the heavens do the same retake:
Some put it into hell, in endlesse date:
Others would haue it earth perambulate.
Some say there's but one vniversal soule,
Whereof particulars participate;
Which saying Plato doth not much cōtrole,
But that he would haue either to liue sole.
The Intellective, and the Sensitive,
And that the Sensitiue the parents gave,
But the Creator the Intellective:
Others, the soule doe of the same deprive,
For they the soule and Vnderstanding part.
Some make no difference, but doe beleeue
The Vnderstanding is the chiefest part;
Thus in Conceite they from each other start.
And of the divine Nature portions are,
Deckt with al vertue, by that Nature giv'n,
Togeather with al skill & knowledge cleare,
Which in that nature ever doe appeare:
From whence they did descend to animate
Mens bodies, which by nature filthie were;
Which did those pure Soules so cōtaminate,
That they those Skills & vertues quite forgat.
Then they were taught, which made thē to suppose
That what skill, vertue, or what other woorth
The Soule bewrai'd, was but a minding those
It had in Heav'n, and so knowes al it knoes:
So that the portions of the divine fire
Be'ng wel neere quēcht by Blood, which thē orefloes,
Must be rekindled and made to aspire
By Doctrine, which the spirit doth desire.
By entring in the Body most vncleane
Is made prodigious, and extreamely fowle,
To Heav'n cānot returne be'ng so obscene,
And decked with the rights of her Birth-right,
Which to regaine, Instruction is the meane:
Or from the Body being parted quight,
They may be purg'd, some saie, though most vnright.
In the sincere Scales of the Sanctuary,
Wee finde them viler then VVitts Excrements,
And lighter then the Skumme of Vanity:
For true it is The Blinde eates many a Fly.
But that Man hath a Soule, none is so blinde,
But sees her almost with Eyes bodily:
And that shee's endlesse the dymst Eyes of Minde
By Natures dymest light, may lightly finde.
Both which in Man are plaine Epitomiz'd,
Of God hee's Abstract in that soule of his;
And in his Corps the VVorld is close cōpriz'd:
As if the divine VVisedome had devis'd
To bring into a Centers Center all
His greatnesse, that cannot be circuliz'd,
And the huge magnitude of the Earthes Ball;
For Microcosmos men Man fitly call.
And sincke vnto her Center, then ascend
And cōpasse, with a trice, the Heav'nly Roūd
Yea Heav'n & Earth at once doth cōprehend
Not touching either; But doth apprehend
A thousand places, without shifting place,
And in a moment ascend, and descend
To Heav'n & Hell, & each of them embrace;
It selfe being compast in a little space.
Then must doe it as a Man he is;
And in respect of his soule he is said
To be a Man, for by that Soule of his
And onely by that Soule, he acteth this:
Which seeth when the Bodies eyes be clos'd,
And when those Eyes bee ope, oft sight doth misse:
It travels whē the Body is repos'd,
And rests whē as the same by Toile's dispos'd.
If but the Instruments of them decay,
Yet Life and Reason may continue sure;
But Senses stay not if Life doe not stay,
And Life the soule doth stay or beare away:
The more the Corpes decaies, so much the more
The soule is strengthned; which sick-men bewray,
Who when their Bodies are most weake and poore,
Their Minds reveale most strength, and riches store.
For Qualities in Substances subsist;
Thē that which makes another thing to Bee,
No Quality can be, but doth consist
In its owne substance, which doth sole exist:
Then sith a man's a man, that is to say
A lyving Creature with right Reason blist,
He hath a soule that forms, & him doth sway,
Else were he but a livelesse Lumpe of Clay.
Containe so many Bodies smal and great,
By some of which it would be over-shott;
For al this All, were it much more cōpleate,
Yet doth our bodie bound it, which is smal,
But wert a Corps it could not doe that feate;
For that which can containe Heav'n, earth, and all
Which they containe, cannot be corporall.
The more it holdes, the more it doth desire,
The more things bee, it best doth them conceaue,
VVhether they be distinct or els intire;
All which at once may in the Soule retire
Without disturbing or annoying either:
All which t'effect doth such a Soule require,
That infinite had neede be altogither,
And in a sort the soule can bee no other.
Then, that which can conceaue things bodylesse
Can be no body (though pure as the winde)
But meerely Sp'rituall, which may haue egresse
Into each Sp'rite, and from thence make regresse,
Without those Sp'rites perceaving of the same:
Then must the substance that makes such accesse
Bee immateriall in deede and name;
The soule therefore is of a sp'rituall frame.
No Matter can receaue: but the soule can;
Black, VVhite, Fire, Frost, Moist, Dry, these place doe finde
Without resistance in the soule of man;
Then soules wee see at Matter nere began:
Nay, sith the lesse with Matter we doe mell,
The more we vnderstand: it followes than,
That nought can more against the soule rebell
Then matter, which the soule doth hate as Hell.
If of the Elements, how give they sense
That never Life since their creation had?
Much lesse then can they giue Intelligence,
In whom nor Life nor sense hath residence:
A Body's meerely Passive; But the Sp'rite
Is absolutely Active: And from thence
The Bodies Actions doe derive their might,
Or els no Limbe could stirr or wrōg, or right.
(Not mortall, like the Body) doth appeere,
That whereas Time in his turnes, vp doth winde
The Bodies substāce, which those turnes doe weare;
Yet can those motions, the soule nothing steere;
But to more staidnesse, they the same doe turne,
And make her more immortall (as it were)
VVho (like the Pow'r divine) can Time adiorne,
Or make it stay, or it quite overturne.
(As to the soules sire) present to the soule,
VVhich makes her matterlesse and immortall;
For that which can stay Time, when he doth rowle,
Must be Divine, nought else can Time controule:
Then Time is subiect to the soule (wee see)
VVhich as his Sov'raigne him doth over-rule,
And though in Time the soule was made to Bee,
Yet shee makes Times turnes to her tunes agree.
For mortall Creatures feede on mortall things,
As Beastes on Grasse, and Beasts mens hunger slake;
But shee doth feede on Truth, which truely bringes
For Truth's as free from al corruption,
As from Tymes Turnes & restlesse alterings,
Thē sith the Soule doth feede on Truth alone,
It needs must be immortall in Reason.
But such as is immortal? for that doubt
Doth rise frō Reas'ns discourse ingeniously;
Then if by Reason shee brought that about
That souls are mortal: That soul's not without
The pow'r of Reason: & who hath that pow'r,
Must needs be of that rare Cœlestial Route,
Which Iron Teeth of Time cannot devoure:
For Reas'n made Time, and past Time doth endure.
VVhich could not be if shee but mortal were:
VVhen shee lookes backe Æternitie to see,
Shee sees she cannot past beginnings beare;
But be'ng begun would faine past Time appeere:
Then how is it that Men are al so faine
If Nature therevnto all doe not steere?
But how ist naturall if it be vaine?
And vaine it is, if it doe nought obtaine.
Consider how thy Soule discoursed then:
Coulde shee perswade her selfe that shee must fly
(Sith shee was made of nought) to nought agen,
And as Beastes died, so did mortal Men?
Maugre thy soule while shee doth thus discourse,
Shee slipps from al Conclusions, and doth ren
Quite from her selfe by Natures proper force,
To weigh which way she wends, free'd frō her Corse.
At Deathes approach, (stirr'd vp by Natures might)
To Life immortall would his Soule resigne;
And in his soule resistlesse reasons fight,
To proue the soule immortal by Birth-right:
Doe what he can his Thoughts to pacifie
Whiles they immortal striue to make his Spright,
He cannot for his soule them satisfie,
But they wil stil beleeve shee cannot die.
That with thy Breath is vapored to nought;
A stronger thought saith it doth ever last,
For nought can mortal be, that hath that thought:
By Reason thus the soule is inly taught.
If wandring thoughts perswade that Soules depend
On that which Nature in the Bodie wrought,
Domestick thoughts against those thoughts contend,
And say, Soules Bodilesse can never end.
They mount as high as they dismounted bee;
Ev'n as a Fountaine doth her Current shift
As high, as it descended, naturallie:
So Soules doe mount to him of whome they Bee.
Beastes know no more but natures partes externe,
But our soules into Natures secrets see;
Nay stay not there, but they thereby doe learne
VVho gaue them sight such secrets to discerne.
Because their outward Sense perceaues no more:
They might denie God too by like reason
Because they see him not: yet evermore
Then let the actions of thy soule perswade
Thy thoughts thou hast a soule; & let the lore
Which God in her infus'd, whē he her made,
Teach thee to know that thy soul cānot fade.
But by the soule the outward sense consists:
The outward sense hath no Intelligence,
(VVhich in and by an Instrument subsists)
But as an Instrument sense her assists:
The sense can see a Fort, but if w'inferre,
Men made the same, and it the Foe resists,
This doth surmoūt the outward senses farre,
And doth conclude, our soules aboue thē are.
Whē sense would misinforme th'Intelligēce:
For sense gaine-saies the Heav'ns pluralitie,
But Reason proues the same by consequence:
The Moone at full hath greatest light saith sense,
But Reason by cleere Demonstration
Doth proue her then to haue least radience:
Then Reason by this illustration
The soule, not sense, makes Her foundation.
Then the Earthes Globe in compasse; but the sense
VVith Tooth and Naile with-stands it evermore,
And saies, (nay sweares) ther's no lesse difference
Then twixt the Center and Circumference:
But Reason by right Rules them both doth meate,
VVhich shee hath made by her experience;
And findes the Sunne (as erst we said) more great
By Demonstration more then most compleate.
VVisedome and knowledge bee'ng incorporal:
But outvvard sense is altogither stai'd,
On qualities of things meere corporall:
The soule, by reason, makes rules general
Of things particuler: but sense doth goe
But to particulers material;
The soule by the effect the cause doth sho,
But sense no more but bare effectes doth kno.
And by themselues of vs cannot be knowne:
Therefore the knowledge of them is procur'd
By accidents and actions of their owne,
Which to the soule by wits discourse is showne;
For, she concludes by Reasons consequents
(Though of themselues they meerely are vnknown)
That thus they are; which high experiments
Lie farre aboue the reach of sense ascents.
Their ignorance is sinne most pestilent;
But they which cannot, (ah the more the ruth)
Their ignorance, of sinne's the punishment:
And who denies a Truth so evident,
Hath neither grace, nor sense; for all may see
The soul's immortal, and divinely bent,
And hath most force when shee from flesh is free,
Which proues her powre and immortalitee.
And that the soule, as she of God was made,
Is free from sinne, and by her owne instinct
Shee hates that sense that doth to sinne perswade,
For from the soule, sinne doth her force deriue,
Which with her waight the body doth orelade;
Can shee both cause, and yet against sinne striue?
Shee may (quoth All) but few doe it beleeue.
And quite confounds her, if shee enters it:
This secret deepe, deepe wisedome did enroule,
In that still-closed booke of secrets, fit
For Her alone to know, not erring wit.
Therefore the more presumption we show
In search hereof, the more are we vnfit
A secret so vnknowne as this, to know:
For they know most thereof whose sp'rits are low.
The more we erre in by-pathes of Offence;
And (giddy-headed) headlong fal to sinne,
From which we hardly rise by penitence;
For sinnes presumptuous, grace doe most incense.
Then let vs curbe our head-strong thoughts, when they
Would run beyond the reach of sapience;
And make them stop, where wisdome points a stay,
That is, to go no further then they may.
Touching this secret, and no fewer Iarres
Hath it procur'd; and all to be reprou'd;
Sith ev'ry one his owne conceite preferres,
Which to maintaine, stil maintaines wilful warres.
Some so desire to know, that faine they would
Breake through the Bounde that humane knowledge barres
To pry into His brest which doth infold
Secrets vnknowne: These, strange opinions hold
That though the soule cannot be soild with sinne
As God created her; yet sinne doth flow
From Adam to the soule; and enters in
When shee the bodie doth to moue begin:
Nor must we make her sinnefull in respect
Shee with the Corpes is Cas'd, as soild therein,
But make the Fault of Adam her infect,
VVhich is, indeede, sole cause of that effect.
I should (like her) well-neere be infinite;
For, if the Image of the Deity
Bee found in Man, in his soule it is right:
And though by Adam shee bee made vnright,
Yet by the second Adam (full of grace)
Shee is againe reform'd and made vpright,
Which makes her striue when sin would her deface,
To foile it, or at least not giue it place.
Can well be said, and let me (restlesse) rest;
For, I must ply my Penne which is my Plough,
Sith my lifes sunne is almost in the VVest,
And I provided yet but for vnrest:
Time flies avvay, these Numbers number time,
But goodes they number not: for their int'rest
Is nought but Aire, which though to heau'n it clime,
Is but meere Vapor rising but from slime.
There is no end in making many bookes, and much reading is a wearinesse of the Flesh. Eccles. 12. 12.
Yet this we doe, and pleasure take in toileAlthough we doe but plow the barraine Soile.
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