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A Remedy for Love.

That which the Sulmo Poet sung, again
I do declare, but in a chaster strain.
Of all the sisters that do sport upon
The bifront hill, and Phocion Helicon,
Thou unto whom this task doth most belong,
Conduct my pen & guide my faultering tongue:
Give me a cup of the Castalian spring,
That Remedy I may more sweetly sing:
And sacred Phœbus, patron of the Nine,
And God of Physick, thy assistance joyn.
Henceforth no poor Inamorato shall
Be accessary to his Funerall.
Wherefore should mighty Turnus fall beneath
The hand of Anchisiades in death?
'Tis shame that Dido should despair and die,
Because the Trojan will from Carthage flie.
Wherefore should Phillis for Demophoons stay
With her own Girdle take her life away?
And why in Phœbus Temple should decease
For his fair Dardan Lass Æasides?
If any of these had but view'd our lines
Surely they would have been of other minds.
If Clytemnestra had this Poem read,
She had not done great Agamemnon dead,
For vile Ægistus sake; nor had his son
By hers, reveng'd the Kings destruction.
If Paris Alexander had but seen
This work, he had not stole the Spartan Queen:
And Ilions gorgeous Towers yet had stood,
And fam'd Scamander never drunk the bloud
Of those couragious Princes that there dide,
To rescue and keep back Atrides bride.
If me (brave Achelous) thou hadst known,
Alcides thee had never overthrown.
If Alcumena's glorious son had view'd
This Poesie, the fatall shirt embrew'd
With poison, and the Centaures bloud, had lain
Useless, and he on Oeta not been slain.
I wish that Tereus had read us over,
For then he had not been a bloudy lover,
Nor had transfigur'd been. All these I could
Have made more staid then Matrons grave and old.
But such like ends hereafter none shall know:
For we will slack the Paphian Archers bow.
Wherefore (untoward Boy) art thou severe
To those that gladly would thy yoke hold dear,
If thou wouldst grant them such felicity,
That whom they do affect they might enjoy:
And that their hearts should never entertain
Such darts as lawless passions would constrain?
I will not be too difficult to follow
My Rules, though they be true they shall be shallow:
All you therefore that love in vain, or where
You should not, give unto my precepts ear.
And gentle Ladies, you whose tender hearts
Have felt the force of conquering Cupids darts;
Suffering in vain the burthen of his yoke,
Attend, and your affections Ile revoke:
For almost all my documents will prove
(If you apply them) Remedies of Love;
For what I write to men, you also may
Make use of, your own passions to allay:
Perform but my Injuctions, and you shall
From all your fond desires be loosed all:
Know happy liberty again, and throw
Contempt on them that no regard would show.
Here many Remedies we write, that all
Of Liberty may us Physician call:
One mind doth not possess all men, therefore
Our art of Antidotes doth publish store.
Perhaps at first these Remedies may seem
Too difficult for you to follow them:
A new back'd horse grieves greatly at the bit,
But quickly after will away with it:
Likewise the Oxen do at first conceive
The yoke intolerably full of grief.
I do not bid you, if you can obtain,
A meritorious mistress to refrain:
Our purpose is to quench base flames, and such
As vainly burn; but honest not to touch.
If you have been where you have seen a Lass
Whose marv'lous beauty your subjection was,
Or whose admired qualities prevail'd
So far, that they obtain'd when they assail'd:
Think when you are retir'd, if you can win
Her to your suit, which if you can, therein,
If it be good, persist, if not, proceed
To put in practice what you here shall read.
Be willing to perform what I do sing,
And thee from Cnidos there is hope to bring.
Not Podalirius, nor Machaon can
Unbridle the affections of a man;
Nor skild Apollo's son: none but himself
Can unto him again restore his health.
What should be done I can but onely show,
Which if you slight, your self is your own foe.
Now leave to love, and do not (fondling) say
To morrow you'l begin, and not to day.
The longer you affect the more you burn,
And therefore finding her too coy, return.
Doth not time make the little twig a tall
Advanced tree, shading the humble vale?
Will not a Current which one here may stride
Below, for such a passage be too wide?
And the small seeds which in the fields are sown,
Unto high corn are they not quickly grown?
Strongly shun idleness; take that away,
And Cupids bow breaks, and his lamps decay.
A standing water daily putrifies;
But that is fresh which through a channel hies.
As much as fishes do in streames delight;
As much as Bats affect the silent night:
So much contented Venus is with ease,
For that the Fountain is of this disease.
His Souldiers, the Wagge, the Idle makes,
And all the busie as his fomen hates.
By labour thou maist cure thee of this trouble,
Which unto thee will bring a profit double:
And though a sedentary life some hold
To be an easie way, to grow in old
It is a busie course, as they shall find,
That study and employ their brains and mind:
And thousand nights and dayes they must bestow
In learning, that deep Scholars mean to grow,
Yet 'tis a pleasing toyl; knowledge being known,
Full recompence for th'Acquisition.
Keep one of our two Universities,
And closely there thy knowledge make to rise
By daily studies; Cambridge our dear Mother,
Fair Albions eldest birth; or else the other,
Her sister Oxford; Places far tenown'd
For Education, and nobly crown'd
By sweet-tongu'd Poets with eternal bayes,
Fully deserv'd by their melodious laies.
Or if thou pleasest, unto London go.
(Corruptedly from Luds-town called so)
The seat of English Monarchs, and the grave
Of more then any, since Norman valour gave
It unto William (Harold being slain)
And the Realme from the Saxons took again.
There into one of her four Innes withdraw
Thy self, and seriously go study Law.
Or be a Souldier, and maintain his right,
Whose cause is just, so thou may'st justlier fight;
Though wise Ulysses had a beautious wife,
And chaste, and young, he led a souldiers life:
Had she a proud disdainful mistress bin,
Frown'd on his services and scorn'd him;
You may conceive he then would sooner far
Have left, and slighted her, and gone to th'war.
Or lead a Countrey life, where far from noise,
Pride of the Court, and City-vanities,
Thou may'st enjoy thy self sweet days and nights,
And spend thy time in harmlesser delights.
There thou maist hunt, or hawk, plant, graff, & find
Thousand diversions for thy troubled mind.
The noblest Romans many times would leave
Their spendent City, and in th'Countrey live:
Augustus self (when it was at the height)
Forsook it, and in Capræ did delight.
If that the Lyrick Horace had liv'd at home
In his own Countrey-house, and kept from Rome,
Perhaps he from's fond passions had been free,
As the chaste Virgin Anaxarete.
If there thou spendest all the day in toyle,
In wonted fire at night thou wilt not broyle:
For then sweet sleep you onely will request,
That after wearinesse you may have rest.
Travelling is a proved Antidote,
Whereby a double profit may be got.
I do not give thee counsel to subdue
Thy passions by sailing unto Peru:
Neither advise I thee to pass the seas,
To take a view of the Pyramides:
Nor into Italy where Romans old
The Scepter of the Universe did hold:
Nor into Spain, where John of Gaunt, the Duke
Of Lancaster such battailes undertook:
Nor into France, which our fifth Henry won,
And when he died left to his infant-son,
Who what his great victorious sire did gain,
Piece-meal to Charles the seventh did lose again.
The journey I enjoyn will not enforce
Thee to take shipping, but to ride an horse:
For will not England be sufficient
To cure thy wound, and to produce content?
Travel it through; but take along with thee
A friend or two to bear thee company.
I do not bid thee to go up and down,
Through every Village, and through every Town:
Onely the best and notedst places view;
Whereof unto thee I will name a few.
To Troynovant, now called London, ride,
By new fair buildings daily beautifide,
And great resort of people; There thou maist
See how the Thames under a Bridge doth hast
Of nineteen Arches; That so fair an other,
And strangely built, is scarce all Europe over.
There thou maist see the famous Monuments
Of our Heroes, fram'd with large expence:
There thou upon the Sepulchre maist look
Of Chaucer, our true Ennius, whose old book
Hath taught our Nation so to Poetize,
That English rythmes now any equalize;
That we no more need envy at the straine
Of Tiber, Tagus, or our neighbour Seine.
There Spencers Tomb thou likewise maist behold,
Which he deserved, were it made of gold:
If, honour'd Colin, thou hadst liv'd so long,
As to have finished thy Faery Song,
Not onely mine, but all tongues would confess,
Thou hadst exceeded old Mæonides.
Thence unto Canterbury take thy way,
Famous for being our chief Arch-Bishops sea:
Where thou maist see the ruines of the Tombe
Of that great Prelate, who whilom in Rome
Complained of his Soveraign, and did stand
Boldly himself alone 'gainst all the Land.
Dover is worthy of thine eyes, from whence
Thou maist see Calice lost no long time since
By Philip, son to Charles the fifth, and her
That did again the Roman faith prefer.
Afterwards into Surry go, where you
Five of our Monarchs Palaces may view;
And Okam that renowned Village, were
William was born, the deep Philosopher,
Sur-named from his birth-place, whose divine
Wit is observ'd by Nations transmarine.
To Hant-shire, Winchester doth thee intreat,
A journey to vouchsafe the ancient seat
Of the West Saxon Kings, where thou may'st turn
Thine eyes upon Canutus royal urn.
From thence (if thou art of a noble race)
To Totnes ride, Brutus his Landing-place;
A gallant branch of Anchisiades
Flying from Italy through unknown seas.
In Somerset-shire travel to the Bath,
A place frequented much because it hath
Waters for many a sickness good; yet I
Believe none there can cure loves malady.
And upon Glassenbury Abby daine
To look, where our Crow-fam'd King was lain,
And Joseph; and upon the Hawthorn-tree,
On Christmas-day that blossoms annually.
Wilt-shires Cathedral Church is of such price,
That worthily it doth deserve thine eyes:
Wherein as many windows do appear,
As there be dayes in the divided year:
Wherein the Marble pillars parallel
The hours that in four quarters one may tell.
And lastly where as many gates vouchsafe
Entrance, as moneths a year completely hath;
In Bark-shire unto Windsor Castle ride,
By British Arthur built ore Thames's side,
Which glorious Castle at one time detain'd
Two captive Kings by our third Edward gain'd:
And in whose Chappel those two Monarchs are
Interr'd, that toyl'd us with intestine war.
Saint Edmonds Bury is frequented much,
Because that thereabouts the air is such:
Unto that town a journey take, and thence
To Ipswich go, by Danish violence
Sack'd and made desolate, but now so brave
That (through't be none) we worser Cities have.
Although the King of the East Angles did
Beside at Thetford, yet I do not bid
Thee see it: Lyn and Yarmouth more invite
Thine eyes, but Norwich most deserves thy sight;
Norfolks chief glory, wherein rustick Ket
For the commotion died he did beget.
And take a view of Cambridge, wherein I
Compos'd this Poem for thy Remedy.
Hail honour'd Mother! O vouchsafe so much,
That worthless I may thee a little touch,
Englands bright and right eye! now honour'd more
Then famous Athens was in dayes of yore,
Accept my wish. May all thy sources be
For ever ignorant of vacancie:
And thou arise unto that height of fame
That none comparatively may Oxford name:
Which soon would come to pass, if that our King
Would end what our sixth Henry did begin.
Trinity Colledge (unto which I do
For my own education my self owe)
Invites thee to behold a spacious Court
And what it is, afterwards to report:
That Royal Fabrick rais'd by him that died
By Crook-backs hands, and is so magnified,
For that strange roof, will doubtless thee invite
(Within the walls) of it to take a sight.
For Colins sake (who hath so well exprest
The vertues of our Faery Elves, and drest
Our Poesie in suth a gallant guise)
On happy Pembroke-Hall employ thine eyes.
Oxford our other Academy, you
Full worthy must acknowledge of your view:
Here smooth-tongu'd Drayton was inspired by
Mnemosynes's manifold progenie;
And Sydney (honour'd by all English men)
In Castalie here dip'd his numerous pen.
From Oxford go to Gloster, and from thence
To sumptuous Bristow, whose magnificence
For building every stranger much admires;
A City situated in two shires.
Kenchesters Phœnix, Hereford behold:
And Marcley hill whose motion is so told.
In Worcesters Cathedral Church you may
King Johns white Marble Monument survey.
And Arthurs sad Jet Tomb, the eldest son
Of him that Bosworth field from Richard won.
Thither a journey make. Then Coventry
That by Godiva gained liberty,
Be sure to visit; where at Gofford gate,
Hangs a Boars bone that some do wonder at.
See Peterborough Minster: And the

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Which second Henry did so much deface,
For Earl Bossus Rebellion Lincolne grown
Far into Age, a City whilome known
More populous and great, do not pass by;
The Minster in it merits any eye.
Nor suffer fair and pleasant Notingham,
(Where the great Mortimer by those that came
Thorow a vault, was taken with the Queen)
By any means by thee to be unseen.
Thence unto Darby (for your Authors sake,
A Native of that Shire) a journey take:
Where in a Black-pot of renowned Ale
Drink unto me, wishing I may prevail
So far in Poetry, that my lov'd name
May be preserved by an endless fame.
Here Melborne Castle stood, wherein the Duke
Of Burbon was kept prisoner, bravely took
In Agincourts great Battel, wherein we
Conquered by a double policy.
Repton a station was to glorious Rome,
And yields unto a Saxon King a Tomb.
At Buxton (in the Peak) nine Springs break out
Within a little compass, wondrous thought,
Because that eight of them are warm, and one
As if it were under the frigid Zone.
Here likewise are two Caves, whereof one doth
To stones turn water-drops that hang at th'roof:
The other (of which strange reports are told)
The Devils Arse is called. These behold,
And Elden Hole, which had Ænæas seen,
He would have thought the way to Hell had been,
And the renown'd Elysium shades; for this
(To humane search) remaines yet bottomless.
Stafford-shire (Trents producer) Lichfield doth
Adorn, and Shrop-shire Shrewesbury: See both.
On (Dublins opposite) Westchester look,
Wherein of eight Kings Edgar homage took.
York-shire a City hath, our best but one,
And a strange water that turns wood to stone.
Kingstone on Hull a fine Town is, and which
Then many of our Cities is more rich.
Kendall that by the River Cane doth stand,
(Famous for cloth) is chief of Westmorland.
Doubtless in Cumberland, Carleil by far
Is the most eminent: See what these are.
Upon New-Castle builded somewhat nigh
Severus wall, lastly imploy thine eye.
What ever City it may be, or Town
Your Mistresse makes her habitation,
You must avoid it, and let no pretence
Occasion be of your not going thence:
No business you must value that may be
A prejudice to your recovery.
But you to leave your Mistresse may suppose
A misery below the depth of woes.
Were but your body hurt you would endure
Both Fire, and Iron to hasten on your cure:
Or were you sick, & abstinence could gain
Your health, from plentuous meals you would refrain,
And though a thirst even seem to burn you, yet
You would abstain from drink, and bridle it:
And now to cure your mind, and draw the dart
Of angry Cupid from your festring heart,
You startle and recoil: For shame be bold,
And the mind's health above the bodie's hold.
If you can pick a cause that may produce
Dislike of your coy Lasse, thereof make use.
Ill's sometime neighbour unto good: For so
Vertue (by errour) oft for vice doth go.
Judge all things in your Mistress at the worst,
For why should you be kind to her that's curst?
If she be big made, eas'ly her esteem
A match befitting monstrous Polypheme.
Is but her stature low? a Dwarfe her call,
That like a Serpent on the ground doth crall.
If she be slender, lean: If tall, suppose
Her Charing-cross dress'd up in womans clothes.
If she be merry think her wanton: or
Reserv'dly fashion'd, as unbred abhor.
If in the Northern parts she hath been bred,
Say she her life most clownishly hath led.
Or if in any City, or great Town,
That she hath been a gadder up and down.
What e're she is, be sure her to dispraise,
A thousand Girles dislike a thousand wayes.
If you perceive a want in her in ought,
By crafty means to shew't she must be wrought:
As if she hath no voice, to sing, or dance,
If she be skilless in that art, by chance.
Hath she a big voice, or an ill discourse?
Occasion her to talk, and think them worse.
Hath she an ill gate? see her walk; and tell
Her merry stories, if her teeth be ill,
To make her laugh and shew them. If her eyes
Be weak, relate strange saddest Tragedies
To force her tears; And if she cannot play
Upon the Lute, to play upon't her pray.
Never presume to take a walk alone,
But ay delight in some Companion:
If any time the scorching Lions heat
Compelleth thee into a Grove to get,
In imitation of Alcides strong,
A Phyloctetes bring with thee along,
With whom play, laugh, converse, and so to thee
Dione's Grand-child will no tyrant be.
Lovers, beware of solitariness;
A very dangerous thing for your disease:
Let Crustamæna's daughter's woful Fate
(That walk'd alone through Forrests, and would waite
Upon the Thracian shore (as he did land)
In hope t'embrace Demophoon on the strand)
From all such melancholy walkes deter
And warn you, by frequent remembring her.
In your bed-chambers have some friends till sleep;
That from your minds they may by talking keep
All amorous thoughts; so Venus will depart,
And leave in rest to each a quiet heart.
Beware of reading Love; take heed of those
That either pourtract him in verse or prose:
For amorous lines will many mischiefs raise,
And make the Cinders of affection blaze.
Though the Arcadia be a book approv'd,
Arcadia must not be by thee belov'd.
The Lady Wrothes Urania is repleat
With elegancies, but too full of heat.
Spencers and Daniels Sonets do not view,
Though they are good, they are not so for you.
From feigned Histories refrain thy sight,
Scarce one is there but is an amorous Knight.
Musæus English'd by two Poets shun;
It may undo you though it be well done.
Harrington's Ariosto do not touch,
For wanton lines scarce any book hath such.
And my old friend Drayton's Epistles you
(Being too soft and languishing) eschew.
Be opposite to Cupids law, and when
Thy tears are falling, forcibly smile then:
But yet mistake me not, as if I thought,
That unto freedome you might soon be brought,
And on a sudden; no, he must take time,
That o're a mighty Mountain means to climb:
So you resolvedly your health intend,
Y'are certain to arrive at happy end.
Talk not of Love. Alas! the very name
Is so enchanting that it will inflame;
Neither hear any, turn your head aside
Or presently their company avoide;
Daphne had yeilded to Heavens Charioter,
Had she but staid his wanton words to hear.
Drinking of wine forbear, and be to feed
Wary on meats from which lust doth proceed;
At every meal be sure to shun excess;
By eating little heat grows less and less.
Antonius one of the Triumvirate,
Competitor with Cæsar for the State,
With flowing Bowles, and with luxurious feasts
Was entertain'd, and entertain'd his guests;
Which was the cause his lust so high did flame,
That life he lost for the Egyptian Dame,
And over all those Countreys to be head,
Wherein the Roman Eagles ere were spread.
If by some flight a Garter you have got
From her that will not love you, keep it not;
Or if you have a Bracelet of her hair,
Or any such like toy, them never wear;
For surely these are Cytheræa's Baites,
Which infinitely chast Diana hates.
Or if your Mistriss heretofore hath bin
Kind unto you, and you have gloried in
Her bounteous favours, thought your self above
All mankind grac'd, with th'honour of her love;
If under her fair hand you Letters have,
That she returns her heart for that you gave,
Fraught with so sweet expressions as would draw
Even women-Haters under Cupids Law:
If she retreats and alters in her minde,
To you grows cruel that to her are kinde,
Assume a noble Courage, and condemn
To angry Vulcan every one of them;
Or if you have her Picture, send it home,
Or offer it a gallant Hecatombe
To your offended Love; that she may know
You scorn her Relicks that hath us'd you so.
Being in love with one, and cannot get her,
Affect another and you will forget her.
So Ariadne did when she did find
Renowned Theseus was to her unkind
In Naxos Isle, where he did her forsake,
Neptune she did into her favour take.
Affection divided you will find
To be a lesser burthen to your mind.
As a great river with a mighty rore
Runs through the vales, and wounds the yeilding shore,
If into several Channels it doth fall,
It less impetuous and majesticall
Will prove, and in an humbler manner glide,
Rob'd of it's former glory, strength, and pride.
So Love bestow'd on several beauties will
Grow much less dangerous and an easier ill.
When his disloyal Queen the Trojan Prince,
(With's beauty and his courtly eloquence)
Did win, and steal away, had Atreus Son
But done, as many others would have done,
(And it had prov'd the best) become a Lover
(For sure she had some equals) of an other;
He in a flourishing and happy peace
Had liv'd at home in his own Court in Greece,
And many an Argive King at home had found
A Sepulchre, and not in Phrygian ground;
Therefore new Beauties seek to try, if you
Can part with any love unto a new;
And to that end frequent all Solemn Balls
All publick shows and sumptuous Festivals.
Conjecture that which is not: think that you
Are free from love, and that your thought is true:
When one because he would not drink doth make
As he were fall'n asleep, sleep him may take.
If in the Wars you have a trusty friend,
Your Cogitations to him always bend,
Thinking upon the hazard he is in;
And so your thoughts your Mistress shall not win.
Or if you have a Ship with riches fraught
Returning home, ay on it fix your thought;
Contemplating the fury of the Sea,
And how that many have been cast away;
Whereby your scornful Girl you shall forget,
Sith your imaginations are not set
On her, but on the Goods that Neptune hath
Within the power of his love, or wrath.
If that thy Mistress with a nimble hand
All the Lutes ravishing harmony doth command,
Or upon other Instruments can play
Equal to Orpheus, that did make his way
Through the Infernal Shades by his rare skill;
Hear her not play; It will increase thine Ill.
Or if she sings like Venus, when she fain
Her weary wanton Cupid would constrain
To lay his fatal quiver and bow away,
And in the Groves of Amathusia
Sleep by her side, while on the Cypress Trees
A thousand birds warble their melodies,
Hear her not sing; Her voice will so allure
That her contempt you longer will endure.
Or dances she like to the Graces, when
They are retir'd from the abodes of men,
And Gods their pleas'd spectatours do become;
If she intends to dance avoid the room.
Imagine not a Rival; For so doing
You never will be able to leave wooing;
For, (to obtain the Girl from him) you will
Persist a vain Inamorato still.
The one-ey'd Cyclop, when he Acis found
Sitting with Galatea on the ground,
His Rival with a rent up rock did kill,
Yet ne're the nearer to obtain his will;
When she anothers did begin to be,
The more Orestes lov'd Hermione.
Refrain from Playes; Let not the Theatre
At all include thee; for by seeing there
One act an amorous passion, may make you
Your suit to your proud Lady to pursue.
Because when you have seen that he hath got
His Mistress, may conceive, why may you not?
Ah! his was but th'Invention of a brain,
Your Ladies scorns runs in an higher strain.
If you conveniently can, surprise
Your mistress dressings, so your wary eyes
Some strange conceal'd deformities may finde,
To ease, if not release your Captive minde;
Which when you think upon (at leisure) more,
They to your liberty may you restore.
Most of our Ladys when they do expose
Themselves to view, maythank their costly clothes
Rich jewels, feigned statures, borrow'd hair,
And beauteous colours that unnatural are;
They would not else seem objects of delight,
But homely women, such as we should slight:
And your disdainful one perhaps being such,
You see the least of her you love so much.
But rashly do not practise this; Be sure
She useth art, or fly her chamber dore;
For a pure native beauty that doth scorn
All helps of Art, arises like the Morn
In a cleer sky, and (dressing) may discover
Sights too attractive for a slighted lover.
Do these, and though affections fire should blaze
Like Ætna in your breast, you thence would chase
Easily all those flames, and after be
From all the Paphian vexations free.
Unfortunate Lovers many times (I guess)
All that reciprocally love do bless,
Think every star (when they were born) did shine
Benignely on them, and the Heavens combine
To grace them with continuance of joyes,
As if they were above all miseries;
When it falls often out, a fervent love
A more extreme affliction doth prove.
Alcyone her Ceyx did prefer
Above all men, and he all women, her;
Yet she did see his body float to shore
Drowned at Sea but a few days before.
Therefore to Hymens Temple though they come,
And hear the soft Epithalamium,
And many dayes do live in joy and peace,
In depths of wretchedness they may decease.
And many that for love do marry, be
After unfortunate, and not agree;
Almighty Jove that did Saturnia wed,
Bringing for love his sister to his bed,
Quickly neglected her; His wandring eies
Not long being pleas'd without varieties;
As witness Danae in the Brazen tower,
And Semele his daring'st Paramour,
Læda by him esteem'd most beautifull,
And fair Europa riding on a Bull;
Calisto (chast Diana) One of thine
Deceiv'd, and vitiated neer Nonacrine;
Married Alcmena in a threefold night,
And many such too tedious to recite.
These and the like of his Amours being known,
Juno's firm'st patience was overthrown;
Who (by her much opprobrious language given)
Hath divers times even scolded him from Heaven.
Be gentle henceforth (Cupid) and invite
Reciprocally unto thy delight:
For bloodshed (wanton) is unfit for you;
Thy Sire-by-law should dreadful Armes pursue;
Tis he that may great Territories wast,
And make whole Kingdoms at his name agast.
Tis he not thou that sternly should advance
(To the expulsure of a Soul) a Lance.
Tis he that should sound trumpets, and the noise
Of baleful Drums make penetrate the skies.
Lutes, Viols, Orpherions, such as these,
Not Mars his wrathful Musick thee should please:
But be as cruel as thou wilt, my verse
Shall blunt thine arrows that they shal not peirce.
Our work we have concluded, and do pray
All those, whose burnings Fits it shall allay,
To love our Memory, and speak our prayse,
And (if we merit them) to give the Bayes.