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A Diuine Embleme.
Nosce et tace.
Tu te time si viues tute.
Tu te time si viues tute.
Thou
Better part of Man: the inward Eye,
Extended farre boue sense;
how should the path
(Erring and straying from Humanity)
Haue guidance but by thee?
where each Man hath
A natiue pronenesse to Obliquity,
Subiecting Reason to
vnbounded wrath,
Reaching as high by's Eye, as by his Faith.
Extended farre boue sense;
how should the path
(Erring and straying from Humanity)
Haue guidance but by thee?
where each Man hath
A natiue pronenesse to Obliquity,
Subiecting Reason to
vnbounded wrath,
Reaching as high by's Eye, as by his Faith.
Where Truth lyes hid, curb'd by iniurious time,
As in a Caue obscur'd:
til th'glorious Sun
Disperse this mist of Error by his shine,
Discouering that which was
in darknesse done:
Still cheerefull be that faire Aspect of thine
By whose refulgent beames
such acts be showne
As but for thee (Deere Light) had nere bin knowne.
As in a Caue obscur'd:
til th'glorious Sun
Disperse this mist of Error by his shine,
Discouering that which was
in darknesse done:
Still cheerefull be that faire Aspect of thine
By whose refulgent beames
such acts be showne
As but for thee (Deere Light) had nere bin knowne.
Age, which in some is as a Tale that's told,
Wherein we rather be
then seeme to liue,
Tells me that it's not many yeeres make old;
But houres how well dispos'd,
since we must giue
Accompt for euery Talent which we hold;
And though the Lord seeme this
accompt to driue:
Time will approach when there is no repriue.
Wherein we rather be
then seeme to liue,
Tells me that it's not many yeeres make old;
But houres how well dispos'd,
since we must giue
Accompt for euery Talent which we hold;
And though the Lord seeme this
accompt to driue:
Time will approach when there is no repriue.
Then may my number be in houres, not yeares,
How good, and not how many,
liu'd, not spent;
VVhere may my Sinnes force sighs, my Errors teares,
Liuing on Earth, yet leauing
Earths content
To Earthly-minded Moles, who sum their Feares
By losse of goods, and giue
no free assent
To ought, saue what is to their profit ment.
How good, and not how many,
liu'd, not spent;
VVhere may my Sinnes force sighs, my Errors teares,
Liuing on Earth, yet leauing
Earths content
To Earthly-minded Moles, who sum their Feares
By losse of goods, and giue
no free assent
To ought, saue what is to their profit ment.
My Eyes not fixt but mouing in their Spheare,
Transcend fraile Objects,
nor can they behold
Ought worthy louing or affecting heere,
Where best of Natures treasures
is but mold;
Which in the Worlds eye how faire so ere,
They shew their gawdie lustre
is but gold,
Which when the Mizer has is onely told.
Transcend fraile Objects,
nor can they behold
Ought worthy louing or affecting heere,
Where best of Natures treasures
is but mold;
Which in the Worlds eye how faire so ere,
They shew their gawdie lustre
is but gold,
Which when the Mizer has is onely told.
Let me haue Riches inward; for the rinde
Of Earths exterior Beauty,
my desire
Rests well contented, howsoere I finde:
And further should our soule-rapt
thoughts aspire
Then to content the Body; for the Minde,
As in her ranke of honour
she is higher,
Shee scornes (pure Mirror) to be soild with mire.
Of Earths exterior Beauty,
my desire
Rests well contented, howsoere I finde:
And further should our soule-rapt
thoughts aspire
Then to content the Body; for the Minde,
As in her ranke of honour
she is higher,
Shee scornes (pure Mirror) to be soild with mire.
How hard is't to be good, and not decline
From that small share of goodnes,
where the Age
In which we liue, bids vs to suite the time
And make no mention of
a Pilgrimage?
It's true indeed, we seldome see the prime,
Of Vertue made continuate;
for the Page
Which lackies Patience oft ends with rage.
From that small share of goodnes,
where the Age
In which we liue, bids vs to suite the time
And make no mention of
a Pilgrimage?
It's true indeed, we seldome see the prime,
Of Vertue made continuate;
for the Page
Which lackies Patience oft ends with rage.
Hee liues the best who hath the least account,
Accounting euery day
to be his last:
That when he comes vnto his finall poynt,
To make recourse vnto
the yeares be past,
And sees to what the Totall summe doth mount:
He may reioyce, t'haue made
so little wast
Of precious Time, while he on Earth was plast.
Accounting euery day
to be his last:
That when he comes vnto his finall poynt,
To make recourse vnto
the yeares be past,
And sees to what the Totall summe doth mount:
He may reioyce, t'haue made
so little wast
Of precious Time, while he on Earth was plast.
How eft offend we? and as rockt asleepe
Secure of ludgement, in
the bed of Sin
Lie we as men exempt from vengeance, Sheepe
Straid from their Shepheard, which
hath euer bin
So kinde t'his Flocke, as he hath sought to keepe
Them safe by his owne harme;
yet leaue we him,
Pursuing th' path of error we are in.
Secure of ludgement, in
the bed of Sin
Lie we as men exempt from vengeance, Sheepe
Straid from their Shepheard, which
hath euer bin
So kinde t'his Flocke, as he hath sought to keepe
Them safe by his owne harme;
yet leaue we him,
Pursuing th' path of error we are in.
If there be Hell, why doe we liue on earth
As if there were none? yea,
if common sense
Tells vs a Pilgrimage hath no true mirth;
Where this day we are heere,
next calls vs hence:
Why liue we heere as if we nere should forth
From this vast Grate of griefe?
our residence
Is short on Earth; then let vs hasten hence.
As if there were none? yea,
if common sense
Tells vs a Pilgrimage hath no true mirth;
Where this day we are heere,
next calls vs hence:
Why liue we heere as if we nere should forth
From this vast Grate of griefe?
our residence
Is short on Earth; then let vs hasten hence.
Th' vnseemliest Obiect Mans eye can behold
Is Age attended on
by nought but yeeres;
Where his gray-hayres may tell vs he is old,
But there's no other signe
of Age appeares:
Wherefore his Age seemes as a Tale that's told,
His life a Medley of
desires and feares,
Desire of life to welcome Death with teares.
Is Age attended on
by nought but yeeres;
Where his gray-hayres may tell vs he is old,
But there's no other signe
of Age appeares:
Wherefore his Age seemes as a Tale that's told,
His life a Medley of
desires and feares,
Desire of life to welcome Death with teares.
What is this curious modell Man? whose shape
Diuinely featured
includes all faire
In Him as in her Abstract, but an Ape,
That imitates all formes,
in habite, haire,
Carriage of Body, and whats'ere may make
His vanity admir'd,
now heere now there
Distasting most the tast of's Country ayre.
Diuinely featured
includes all faire
In Him as in her Abstract, but an Ape,
That imitates all formes,
in habite, haire,
Carriage of Body, and whats'ere may make
His vanity admir'd,
now heere now there
Distasting most the tast of's Country ayre.
If Man consist of Body and of Soule,
And that the being of
the first relies
Vpon the latter; why should it controule
The first by which it liues?
or why despise,
Or striue to make her chiefest Beauty foule
With her seducing
trifling vanities,
Which presse the Soule so low it cannot rise?
And that the being of
the first relies
Vpon the latter; why should it controule
The first by which it liues?
or why despise,
Or striue to make her chiefest Beauty foule
With her seducing
trifling vanities,
Which presse the Soule so low it cannot rise?
That Know thy selfe, deriued her first birth
And Pettigree from Heauen,
and did appeare
On Earth to make it seeme an heauenly Earth;
But see what chanc'd: Men so
besotted were,
Of their defectiue Knowledge, as a dearth
Fell amongst humble men,
learning to erre
And fall by Pride, as did that a Lucifer.
And Pettigree from Heauen,
and did appeare
On Earth to make it seeme an heauenly Earth;
But see what chanc'd: Men so
besotted were,
Of their defectiue Knowledge, as a dearth
Fell amongst humble men,
learning to erre
And fall by Pride, as did that a Lucifer.
O let vs then confesse, (as well wee may)
Our Knowledge it is nothing;
and the good
That's in vs is not ours; nor can we say
Ought proper ours saue Sin,
so rank's the blood
Of our corrupted Nature: where each day
Paints out our frailety,
which if vnderstood,
Man has no cause at all for to be proud.
Our Knowledge it is nothing;
and the good
That's in vs is not ours; nor can we say
Ought proper ours saue Sin,
so rank's the blood
Of our corrupted Nature: where each day
Paints out our frailety,
which if vnderstood,
Man has no cause at all for to be proud.
If euery Euen were as it ought to be,
It should keepe count of all
the day that's past;
Asking our sin-surcharged soule, what she
Hath done? which reckning should
be neuer rac't
Out of the Table of our Memory:
But haue it so, o're all
our actions plac't,
That th' forme we haue may neuer be defac'd.
It should keepe count of all
the day that's past;
Asking our sin-surcharged soule, what she
Hath done? which reckning should
be neuer rac't
Out of the Table of our Memory:
But haue it so, o're all
our actions plac't,
That th' forme we haue may neuer be defac'd.
If every houre we spend must beare record
When we shall summon'd be;
how carefull should
Man be of euery worke, and euery word,
Done, to be done, or spoke?
for how shall mould,
Clay, and corruption stand against the Lord?
On whom wee all are truely
said to hold:
Seeing the crimes we act so manifold.
When we shall summon'd be;
how carefull should
Man be of euery worke, and euery word,
Done, to be done, or spoke?
for how shall mould,
Clay, and corruption stand against the Lord?
On whom wee all are truely
said to hold:
Seeing the crimes we act so manifold.
Where each Mans Conscience shall his Tophet be,
His Sinnes his Testates, and
his last farewell
To Earth, his entrance into misery:
Where his owne Soule appeares
his onely Hell,
Th'Companions that attends him, doubts and feares,
Mouing Despaire to sound
her larum Bell,
To warne him to the place where he must dwell.
His Sinnes his Testates, and
his last farewell
To Earth, his entrance into misery:
Where his owne Soule appeares
his onely Hell,
Th'Companions that attends him, doubts and feares,
Mouing Despaire to sound
her larum Bell,
To warne him to the place where he must dwell.
Mansion of horror, where the quenchles fire
Burns without ceasing, where
the gnawing worme
Eates without resting, and that wofull hire
Death neuer dead, though dying;
where the forme
Of all confusion formeth her retire;
Thrice happy he if he
had neere beene borne
That's markt to come to such a place forlorne.
Burns without ceasing, where
the gnawing worme
Eates without resting, and that wofull hire
Death neuer dead, though dying;
where the forme
Of all confusion formeth her retire;
Thrice happy he if he
had neere beene borne
That's markt to come to such a place forlorne.
No Life but shade of Life; for what is Life,
But a continuall Death,
wherein we die
Each day a little? where dissention, strife,
Restlesse Ambition,
Treason, Periury,
Oppression, violence bee onely rife:
Where outward obiects daze
the inward eye,
And ill's made good by sinnes impunity.
But a continuall Death,
wherein we die
Each day a little? where dissention, strife,
Restlesse Ambition,
Treason, Periury,
Oppression, violence bee onely rife:
Where outward obiects daze
the inward eye,
And ill's made good by sinnes impunity.
Liue may I neither to my selfe nor Time,
Since Time-obseruers now
proue Parasites;
But to make streight that great accompt of mine,
After so many dayes,
so many nights,
Past in neglect: so may my Soule in fine
Possesse (then happy she)
those pure delights
Which doe include of comforts infinites.
Since Time-obseruers now
proue Parasites;
But to make streight that great accompt of mine,
After so many dayes,
so many nights,
Past in neglect: so may my Soule in fine
Possesse (then happy she)
those pure delights
Which doe include of comforts infinites.
Muse doe I much when I doe heare men call
(Whether Experience tell
them, or their Art)
Some yeares more safe, some Climactericall;
Where if we looke into
our humane part:
In houres, dayes, yeeres, we shall perceiue how all
Summon alike Deaths
parley to our heart;
From whom to get we striue, but cannot start.
(Whether Experience tell
them, or their Art)
Some yeares more safe, some Climactericall;
Where if we looke into
our humane part:
In houres, dayes, yeeres, we shall perceiue how all
Summon alike Deaths
parley to our heart;
From whom to get we striue, but cannot start.
I haue long sought that Essence of my being,
A faithfull friend; and I,
haue found in Some,
A veine of protestation well agreeing
With Friend, if Christian, but
when I should come
To take a surer triall, he was fleeing,
Prouing a Summer Swallow;
this's my doome
My friend's in Heauen, on Earth he has no roome.
A faithfull friend; and I,
haue found in Some,
A veine of protestation well agreeing
With Friend, if Christian, but
when I should come
To take a surer triall, he was fleeing,
Prouing a Summer Swallow;
this's my doome
My friend's in Heauen, on Earth he has no roome.
When I obserue Earth's as a Ball in th' ayre,
I askt my selfe what may
I seeme to be,
That liues as if I had my Mansion there,
Planting my hopes on
mutability?
And I doe finde who otherwise liues heere
Then as a forraigne Trauellor
though hee
Seeme wise to some, hee seemes a foole to me.
I askt my selfe what may
I seeme to be,
That liues as if I had my Mansion there,
Planting my hopes on
mutability?
And I doe finde who otherwise liues heere
Then as a forraigne Trauellor
though hee
Seeme wise to some, hee seemes a foole to me.
This House I liue in, like a shaking frame
Threatens each day a fall;
yet I secure
Where I must goe to, or from whence I came
Liue so, as if this Building
would endure,
And to eternity extend her name:
But 'lasse how weake am I,
seeming most sure,
While sin wounds deepe and doth despaire of cure.
Threatens each day a fall;
yet I secure
Where I must goe to, or from whence I came
Liue so, as if this Building
would endure,
And to eternity extend her name:
But 'lasse how weake am I,
seeming most sure,
While sin wounds deepe and doth despaire of cure.
Some, farre lesse wise then curious, doe delight
To glaze their windowes with
Perspectiue glasse,
Presenting sundry obiects to the sight,
As Hils, Dales, Seas, and
whatsoere shall passe
Within an equall distance: but the light
Which the Bay-windore of
my Mansion has,
Hath no such various Prospect, though it might,
But opens wide that she may see what's right.
To glaze their windowes with
Perspectiue glasse,
Presenting sundry obiects to the sight,
As Hils, Dales, Seas, and
whatsoere shall passe
Within an equall distance: but the light
Which the Bay-windore of
my Mansion has,
Hath no such various Prospect, though it might,
But opens wide that she may see what's right.
May Goodnesse be the Abstract of my Fayre,
My best aduice, Direction
of the word:
May Worlds-care be still my least of care,
May my Selfe-loue be now
to loue the Lord:
May I obserue a time to spend, to spare,
Not taking thought to waste,
or how to hoard,
But in expence to keepe me on euen board.
My best aduice, Direction
of the word:
May Worlds-care be still my least of care,
May my Selfe-loue be now
to loue the Lord:
May I obserue a time to spend, to spare,
Not taking thought to waste,
or how to hoard,
But in expence to keepe me on euen board.
Rich had I rather then accounted be,
Sayes the Worldling: But I am
not of his minde;
For my Account is dearer vnto me
Then this same Barke of man,
this outward rinde;
Yet Rich are men of most account we see;
It's true indeed, wee by
experience finde,
Oft goes the Cart before, the Horse behinde.
Sayes the Worldling: But I am
not of his minde;
For my Account is dearer vnto me
Then this same Barke of man,
this outward rinde;
Yet Rich are men of most account we see;
It's true indeed, wee by
experience finde,
Oft goes the Cart before, the Horse behinde.
Arise to iudgement, is a doome of feare
To Flesh; for why shee could
contented be
To build her selfe a Tabernacle heere,
Liuing to bee her owne
posterity;
But th'Soule mounts vpward to an higher Sphere
Striuing to breake from her
captiuity.
Nor can shee ioy till shee's at liberty.
To Flesh; for why shee could
contented be
To build her selfe a Tabernacle heere,
Liuing to bee her owne
posterity;
But th'Soule mounts vpward to an higher Sphere
Striuing to breake from her
captiuity.
Nor can shee ioy till shee's at liberty.
Her Nunc dimittis, is her cheerefulst Song,
Her passage th'entrance to
a safe repose,
Her comfort this, (though her restraint was long)
Griefes past be counterpoiz'd
with present ioyes.
Her hope that she shall make her party strong,
Being both rid of her
perfidious foes,
And sphered there where sacred comfort flowes.
Her passage th'entrance to
a safe repose,
Her comfort this, (though her restraint was long)
Griefes past be counterpoiz'd
with present ioyes.
Her hope that she shall make her party strong,
Being both rid of her
perfidious foes,
And sphered there where sacred comfort flowes.
In our first Birth we shrike, in death we sigh,
Thus discontent is Man,
in birth and death;
In Birth we shrike because affliction's nigh,
In Death we sigh, sigh, sith
wee cannot breath:
Thus both in Death and Birth there's misery;
And more in Death then Birth,
if so his wreath
Of glory be reduc'd to wrath beneath.
Thus discontent is Man,
in birth and death;
In Birth we shrike because affliction's nigh,
In Death we sigh, sigh, sith
wee cannot breath:
Thus both in Death and Birth there's misery;
And more in Death then Birth,
if so his wreath
Of glory be reduc'd to wrath beneath.
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